#but turns out... let's just say the vibes weren't the kind I usually go for. too serious

[transfennecbuddy]

So apparently I'm on an Azari binge? Cause I just found Shadow Shadow by Azari?? I mean, it's freaking good and I'm not mad, but I'm sensing the beginnings of a trend, lol.

Anyways! I just have to say! This song starts off good! Like, it's slow-ish at first (can't really say slow since it's still kinda poppy and I'm still grooving) but then it just commits to a real boppy beat and that made me love it already!! I love songs with a nice quick beat and this doesn't disappoint!! And I love the music in this song! Something about the underlying notes just makes it even better. It's like—and I apologize in advance but this is the only way I can think to describe it—it's like the first note is nothing much on its own, but then the second adds something similar to the futility in Reincarnation Apple (by PinnocchioP) but less sad, like you're being chased and your pursuer knows you can't escape and is gloating about it. And it's so raw, so nakedly triumphant and scornful and derisive that it feels visceral. And the third note carries some of that same energy but just less heightened, and the fourth both brings the series back to the original note and is mocking again, like "Of course you can't escape, you dumb dumb" but smug and from the pursuer's point of view. (I... may have listened to this song too much, lol. Also, with this context, the clapping at the beginning sounds like an audience watching your demise, as emotionally detached from you and what's actually happening as someone watching TV!) It all is SO GOOD, I love it so much and that little series of notes going down then coming back up slowly has so much in it that I keep replaying this song to soak in all those emotions and in that moment. Like you can try to encapsulate just how it makes you feel but you can't quite express those feelings and they never quite fully soak in so you keep replaying the song to try to fully experience the music, but again it feels a little like some of it is sliding off like water on a duck's feathers and repeat cycle. This is the kind of music I get stuck in my head for days, that I literally bop to until I have to listen to it outside of my head! This is the music that feels like getting close to pure bliss!! MM!

BUT THEN. THIS SONG GETS BETTER! It switches to a slower, more defined bop, and GOSH it's BEAUTIFUL. Like, it feels like a heartbeat, literally just beating in my chest, taking over my whole train of thought, and dictating the mood and speed in which I exist. But sometimes it swirls into a smooth curl of a thing (like instead of sharply there bass beats, it's the lyrics swirling around the straight line that the beats lay out), WHICH ADDS. SO MUCH SWAG. And it's so swaggy, it's so self-assured and smug, that I cannot help but dance! And this is something that you can't do a choreographed dance to (not literally, but like when you first hear it, you're too filled with emotions to try and do a choreographed dance) so every movement is just an expression of the pure joy this song brings. And again, you try to define the beats and the emotion you feel with your movements, but you can't translate all of it. (This is another good part of the song. c:) This song is so good that it takes over a part of my soul!!

BUT THEN the song gets FASTER ohmygosh. And there's no lyrics or anything to define, so you can just extremely bop your head and get out all of the undefined emotion the rest of the song caused. (Like, I bopped my head so hard that my glasses fell off. Multiple times. Eventually I just left them there and picked them up after.) And then the lyrics come back!! And the note progression!! And it all feels so chaotic and full and quick like you're running for your life!!! I love!!!

And then, finally, the song must end. All of the extra instrumental leaves and the applause comes back and it's just the lyrics and a bit of the beat. And then it all falls off entirely and vanishes, leaving me disappointed and switching the loop feature on to hear it again.

(ALSO! When I first heard this song in full, I listened to the automatically created YouTube topic video thing, where an artist is a topic and any song made and/or sang solely by them is added to that extra channel. You know the thing, right? Hopefully, cause I don't have a better explanation. Anyways, so I listened to the actual video for this tho and the art?? Is so good??? I love it ohmygosh it's beautiful MM!)

So lol, guess I found a new (one of my) favorite song(s). And yes, I got a lil obsessed with this song after listening if you couldn't tell. This was the song I was talking about last week. (...I really should make a playlist for all the songs that make me feel like I'm feeling the gates of heaven, hm.) Anyways, seems I might be checking out a few more of Azari's songs maybe! I kinda hope! But I must go now! Writing this reminded me that this song existed (after I found another good song last week, hence why I forgot to actually write this ( -. _-. ) ) so I shall now be doing my homework to this song shortly!! Seeya!

[casuallyawkardd]

Hiiii o/

I was thinking about Miguel and reader having to go to a different universe to do something because of an anomaly and they are faced with spider man or better spider woman of that universe who is none other than Reader!

And of course they start to get along and Miguel has to stand there wondering what god he pissed off to deal with two of you kkkkkkk

But what is the situation if Reader 2 (tense moment) says "Oh, you also have a Miguel? It's so nice to know that my husband and I are together in another universe too! working together 😍😍" Just completely oblivious to the fact that Miguel and reader are not married 🫣 🫣 (or maybe even together yet 👀 ""But the two have feelings for each other and have that sexual tension, BUT NOBODY DOES ANYTHING" hehehe).

could you write something please please please.

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if you want you could also add this idea to your main story whatever you feel good about. Rsrsrsrs 😁😁

Cute! Love it, sorry the request took so long to fulfill, but enjoy 😘

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, wholesome vibes, awkward beans being awkward beans

It was another day at HQ, another day being one of the many versions of Spider-Woman, or so you thought. You had been assigned a mission, your partner none other than the Spider-Society leader himself. This wasn't what was out of the ordinary, in fact you had gotten used to being paired with Miguel. And you certainly didn't mind. It wasn't something you'd ever admit, but when the Spider-Man had approached you with the offer of joining an elite group of Spider people a couple of years ago, his looks weren't exactly a hindrance to his proposal.

Course you'd never try making a move on the man. Not only would it be highly unprofessional, but who knows how'd he respond. Miguel wasn't exactly the easiest to predict, he was known to fly off the handle on occasion. You having seen many a poor, inanimate object tossed across the room during one of his tantrums. While you didn't expect a reaction like that, the sour expression you'd seen him give many a spider wasn't something you'd like being on the receiving end of. And that was more likely than a trashcan coming at your head.

Speaking of, you finally spot the man himself. He's on the move, as expected, seeming to be stuck between talking to Lyla on his gizmo and chewing out some of the newer spider recruits. The good news is he's walking in your direction, meaning you don't have to pathetically attempt to catch up to his long strides.

"Hey Miguel," you say before he gets the chance to pass you, the sound of your voice giving him pause as he glances your way.

"Oh, there you are," he says in his usual monotone, coming to a stop beside you as he finishes with his gizmo, as well as giving direction to the new spider recruits on their assignments. When it's finally just the two of you, he lets out a heavy sigh, pinching the skin between his brows and massaging the muscle.

"I thought you said you weren't going to recruit anymore spiders," you comment, a bit of tease in your tone. "That there were too many to keep track of."

"There is," he said, almost woefully, "but with infinite universes, there's infinite problems." Miguel finally turns to look at you, something in his hardened expression relaxing when you make eye contact. It's the kind of moment that has the potential to make you weak in the knees, but gets quickly cut short as he clears his throat and turns away. "Come on, we've got a lot to do today."

"A lot being...?"

"I want to do a patrol in your universe, you just finished with canon event: Venom versus Spiderman, want to make sure that symbiote didn't leave anything behind," he starts, "then Earth-199999, that ones still recovering from the incident with Dr. Strange...There's also been reports of anomalies on Earths 31913, 44145 and 616."

"Wow, that is a lot," you say, wincing at the thought of the headache this day could bring.

Your comment makes Miguel scoff, the corner of his mouth turning upward as he looks back at you, "Don't worry, arañita. The two of us have a good track record, in terms of working together. You'll be back on your couch in time to watch that God awful show of yours."

"Hey! Just because it's a cartoon, doesn't mean it's awful! You'd like it if you just gave it a chance."

Miguel rolls his eyes, a puff of air passing his lips in a 'psh' sound. "Now that, I highly doubt."

A day spent patrolling and capturing anomalies was the definition of draining. The trip to your home turf was a good start to the day. Uneventful as the symbiote had been thoroughly dealt with, you were even able to convince Miguel to grab something to eat since the two of you skipped breakfast. Sitting on top of your apartment complex, overlooking New York, all while munching on some greasy burgers and fries was a surprisingly nice change of pace. Miguel even seemed to relax, that was until an alarm sounded on his gizmo.

It turned out that the reports about an anomaly on Earth-44145 were true. A universe where Norman Osborn was Spiderman had sightings of the Green Goblin flying about, wreaking havoc on the streets of New York. A couple scrapes and cuts, some bruised ribs and a few minutes dealing with two Normans in one room, the anomaly was subdued and the two of you were able to get back on track.

Earth-199999 was surprisingly very different from the universes you usually visited. Similar to your own, but with many more superheroes. After checking in on the Peter of this universe, as well as Dr. Strange, Miguel made a comment about they weren't even a dent into the cast of characters this universe had spat out. When you pried, Miguel let out a reluctant huff, mumbling something about showing you some other day.

Earth-31913 was Webslinger's territory and he was a big help in taking out a Sandman variant. The anomaly being in a universe based in the Old West was a terrible combination, the villain nearly taking out half the town. You could've sworn Miguel had a heart attack when you took the risk of toppling the old water tower to weaken the enemy, Miguel having to claw his way through a mound of wet sand to retrieve you. He looked almost ready to rip you apart himself, but when he found you relatively unharmed he calmed down.

Stepping into the final universe of the day, you let out a heavy sigh, "I don't think I can do this ever again," you huffed, "five universes in one day, three of them with different anomalies, I know we're superheroes and all, but I don't feel super right now."

Miguel didn't respond right away, tapping away on his gizmo for the hundredth time that day, "Then don't be so reckless. You're putting your body through the ringer without needing to."

"Don't tell me you're still mad about when I stole the Goblin's glider."

"You didn't steal the glider, your suit caught on one of the blades and you flew seven blocks, flailing and screaming."

"I did not flail. I-"

"Hold on," Miguel held up a finger, making your teeth grind together in annoyance. He was quiet for a moment, focused on the device on his wrist before looking into the distance. "Anomaly detected. Washington Street."

With that he was off, you needing to take a deep breath to gather your bearings before following after. You took inventory of your surroundings as the two of you swung through the air, looking for the differences that made this universe unique to itself. Surprisingly, it seemed like many of the other New York cities you had seen before, modern day with cars honking in the streets and civilians bustling to and from their destinations.

The two of you landed atop one of the tall buildings, Miguel scanning the area to pinpoint the anomaly in question. You did the same, in your own way, using your eyes over technology to overlook Washington Street, heightened senses working to your benefit.

Spotting a small building just down the road, your eyes lit up in delight, "What about over there?" you asked, pointing to the business in question.

Miguel looked up, walking to stand beside you. Once he realized what you were pointing at, he frowned in disapproval, "An ice cream parlor? How old are you again?"

"Har, har," you laugh sarcastically, rolling your eyes and activating the gizmo on your wrist. "C'mon, I've never seen another universe that had a Let's Be Dairy, besides the one in my universe," you started to explain, tapping away on the device, "plus, if I got sent to another universe against my will, I'd want something sweet to make me feel better."

Before he could respond, your gizmo pinged, picking up on a signal coming from the anomaly's presence. Ignoring your shit eating grin, Miguel led the way to the ice cream shop, overthinking how the two of you were going to get in while you simply landed by the front door and opened it, his plans flying out the window, much to his dismay.

It had grown late in this universe, the shop only having one or two customers still inside. While you were admiring just how similar it was to the one in your universe, Miguel brushed by, muttering something about going to search for the anomaly and leaving you to your own devices. While ordering your usual, a familiar chill went up your spine. The same one you had felt when you joined Spider-Society. Looking around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Was there another spider in this universe?

Miguel had been searching for an embarrassingly long time, at least to his standard. The ice cream parlor wasn't that big and yet he had spent almost an hour searching for the damned anomaly. He wondered if something had gone wrong with his tech, smacking the device on his wrist with his palm in frustration. After pacing circles around the shop, to the point even the other patrons were looking at him funny, he felt he had finally cracked the code.

All this time, he had expected the anomaly to be hiding. Maybe in a backroom or in the bathroom, and yet here they were. Pinging on his device and showing they were in a corner booth all along. He debated finding you first, out number the target for a surefire capture, but he figured you were indisposed at the moment. Most likely on your second helping of the 'delicacy' this parlor provided.

His back was pressed against the wall, the anomaly just on the other side. All he had to do was round the corner, capture the anomaly and drag it and you back to HQ. With a deep breath, he lunged forward, device at the ready to capture the anomaly. As he prepared to launch the instrument, the wind was knocked from his sails at the sight before him.

First, he saw you. Mid bite of what did indeed look like a second helping of ice cream, eyes wide in shock at his sudden arrival. Across from you in the booth was...you. At least she looked like you. Sure, her hair was longer, a different color and texture. Her spidersuit was different too, concealed with an oversized jacket, but every facial feature of hers matched yours. What the hell...

"Jesus, Miguel, you gave me a heart attack," you said, the you he knew, hand going to your heart to will it to start beating again.

He didn't respond right away, eyes darting between the two of you. "What..what am I even looking at?" he settled on asking, a pinch of annoyance hitting him when the two of you exchanged teasing looks.

"I found the anomaly," you said.

"And it's me," said the other you.

"Told you anomalies like ice cream."

"Vale, vale, I get it," Miguel huffed, tech used to capture an anomaly now put away. Sighing heavily, his arms crossed over his chest, taking in the sight of the two of you once more. Finally, his eyes settled on 'you'. "How did you get here?"

"Well..." you started, "I was on my way home, after a long day of saving New York city," 'you' added the last bit in a teasing tone, "and suddenly there was this portal and boom! I'm in another New York, glitching in and out of reality."

"You're not glitching now."

"I gave her a day pass," you chimed in, the other you lifting her wrist to show the device in question.

Miguel's eyes narrowed, "Those are for exclusive personnel only."

"Oh, stop it. I'm not just gonna sit here and watch a version of me suffer," you pout at him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes at your childish behavior.

"Well, if you two are done, we can send you back home," Miguel looked to 'you', who nodded eagerly at the opportunity. The three of you made your way out of the ice cream shop, Miguel and you walking shoulder to shoulder while other you tagged along behind. She watched contently as the two of you bickered, in a way that made her smile nostalgically.

"You two are cute," she finally said once you three stepped outside, "I'm glad that I have a Miguel in another universe too."

That comment gave you both pause, looking back at her, "You have a Miguel in your universe?" you asked.

She nodded eagerly, tugging her suit to reveal her hand, adorning a wedding ring. "Yeah, our husband," she said it like it was the most obvious thing to know and your jaw dropped. 'You' didn't seem to take notice, continuing on, "Well, the Miguel in my universe isn't Spider-Man, he's just a scientist. But he helps out when he can, my man behind the computer I guess," she chuckled softly. "Anywho, I should be getting home, yeah? He's probably got dinner ready, don't want my Miguel to worry."

"Right," Miguel finally spoke after a long pause, scanning 'you' with the gizmo and creating a portal to her dimension. "You know, if you're ever interested in helping out other universes..."

"Hmm, I'm good," the other you said, smiling. "One of me helping out is good enough." Flashing another cheeky smile, she stepped through, the portal shutting after her. With nothing left to do, Miguel and you returned to HQ, a long day of work behind you both.

"That's crazy isn't it? I mean, it makes sense, but it's still weird meeting another you," you rambled as the two of you walked through the hallway. Miguel didn't say much in response, just humming in acknowledgement. "A universe where we're married, you don't suppose-"

"Are you free this weekend?" Miguel interrupted, stopping in his tracks and facing you. The suddenness caught you off guard, but you caught up quickly.

"Yeah, why?"

"We should do something together."

One of your brows quirked upward, "And what would we do?"

Miguel shrugged, "Well, you keep raving about some ice cream parlor back in your universe. Let's start with that."

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[teatreeoill]

|| Flustered (Geto Suguru X Reader) ||

in which reader has a big crush on Geto (don't we all?), just kind of me tapping into the funny post-credits vibes of jjk. notes: I even kept the small headlines I made for each part because it felt cute, might delete later.

w/c: 1.1 k

screenshot credits to user yutamayo.

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The part where Geto Suguru likes seeing you flustered.

You were sure Geto Suguru hadn't the slightest idea of what he was doing. Because if he did, it would make him a devil.

He'd always sit patiently waiting for the end of class before coming up to you, just to place a large hand on your shoulder while you were still sitting in your seat, letting it linger there for far too long as he spoke.

"Be careful, yeah?" He heard passingly from Shoko about the mission you were about to take on with one of the older sorcerers.

"Always am." You smile, thinking that if he doesn't move his hand off of your shoulder soon, the warmth of his fingertips might burn through the fabric of your uniform.

"That's not what Shoko says," He gets down on his knees to face you and tilts his head lightly, a dark strand of hair grazing the side of his nose. It would be impolite to not look straight at him now - the eye contact he kept so easily made the blush creep to your cheeks. His hand moves to rest on your thigh. There's no chance in hell he doesn't know what he's doing.

"Huh?"

"Are you feeling okay? Your face looks red, you shouldn't go if you feel sick." He says.

"I'm - fine, I just -" Your chair scrapes the floor as you get up abruptly, "I don't want to keep Mei Mei waiting."

Did someone tell him that I have a crush on him? You thought while stumping down the hall, the only one who knows is Shoko, and there's no chance she'd do that. Damn it.

-

The part where you learn that if you ever ask for something of Mei Mei, be very specific.

It doesn't help to wipe the sweat. It just mixes with dirt and blood that covered you from head to toe, leaving your vision blurred and your moves sloppy. Mei Mei has it all under control - as she usually does, with her battleaxe swinging elegantly through numerous curses each instant, leaving their severed parts to rest on the dirty linoleum floors, but it doesn't mean she'd let you off easy.

"You should at least try to focus, or you wouldn't live long enough to have any chance of getting together with Geto."

huh?

"I'm sorry. I'll focus." you mutter shamefully.

The mission ends almost instantaneously when Mei Mei finds the curse responsible for the recent killings, her blows unwavering even at the horrid sight. You knew you weren't at your usual level on this mission, but Mei Mei's words have shifted your focus completely.

The car ride was silent except for the sound of your uniform's fabric brushing over the car seat every time your leg bounced restlessly, thoughts running back and forth through your mind.

"Mei-Mei, How'd you know that -"

She didn't even wait for your sentence to finish; "Gojo paid me to send a raven to pry on yours and Shoko's conversations."

"Oh," fuck, "wait, shouldn't it be a secret?"

"He paid me to snoop," a smile grazed her lips, "not to keep a secret."

-

The part where Gojo Satoru faces imminent death.

"I'll kill you, Satoru!" You shout, but Gojo only likes it more. He runs around the class pretending that all the things you're throwing at his direction will actually hurt him. He hides his tall figure poorly behind desks, giggling every time another part of school property passes his head by a few inches.

"And end a bloodline just like that?" He teases.

Shoko stands silently in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. She puts a cigarette in her mouth, ready to turn away from the class and leave you to deal with Gojo in any way that you see fit. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Geto approaching the classroom, oblivious to the new developments.

"Ieri - " He tries to say something, but she just slowly shakes her head "No".

"Wouldn't go in there if I were you." Shoko closes the door behind her, muffling the conundrum of threats and laughter coming out of the room.

In the hall, Gojo's mocking words could still be heard through loud thuds of heavy objects hitting the floor, "D'you really wanna' kill your boyfriends best friend?"

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The part where Geto Suguru is so, so sorry.

Geto felt the guilt rush over him now that you knew that he had flustered you very much deliberately. You've ignored him for almost a week now, which by any means would be considered a feat, seeing that you've spent hours together in classes and practice almost every day. And even when he came to apologize, befitting a Jujutsu sorcerer, you stood before him in the hallway with an unholy amount of unwavering pride.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, especially when I knew that you have a crush on me." He had stated the obvious, but still somehow managed to lie. He really wasn't sorry - his heart fluttered everytime he saw your face turn crimson under his touch.

"Had." You corrected.

"Had?"

"Yeah, had a crush on you."

"Oh, so you don't anymore?"

"No." You lied through your teeth, but you were rather convinced that if you'd just keep focusing on the anger you felt, the feeling will blow over eventually anyway.

"That's understandable," He says, taking a small step closer to you, just to test the waters. When you didn't move, he raised his arm slowly, pressing the palm of his hand to the side of your face, watching your body involuntarily eliciting the same response he longed for. On the tips of his fingers he clearly felt your jaw tense up slightly, and the heat gathering quickly in your cheeks, "But I just can't have that happen. You look so cute like this, you know?"

It was futile to resist his kiss, his whole body felt like it belonged to be pressed right against yours. Your pride melted against his tongue, his lips only stopping when he had to draw a quick breath. By the time his hand was entangled in your hair, it was too late to try and regain the last shreds of dignity, and so you opted to wrap your arms around him to press your bodies even closer.

[teatreeoilll]

|| Flustered (Geto Suguru X Reader) ||

(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

in which reader has a big crush on Geto (don't we all?), just kind of me tapping into the funny post-credits vibes of jjk. notes: I even kept the small headlines I made for each part because it felt cute, might delete later.

w/c: 1.1 k

screenshot credits to user yutamayo.

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The part where Geto Suguru likes seeing you flustered.

You were sure Geto Suguru hadn't the slightest idea of what he was doing. Because if he did, it would make him a devil.

He'd always sit patiently waiting for the end of class before coming up to you, just to place a large hand on your shoulder while you were still sitting in your seat, letting it linger there for far too long as he spoke.

"Be careful, yeah?" He heard passingly from Shoko about the mission you were about to take on with one of the older sorcerers.

"Always am." You smile, thinking that if he doesn't move his hand off of your shoulder soon, the warmth of his fingertips might burn through the fabric of your uniform.

"That's not what Shoko says," He gets down on his knees to face you and tilts his head lightly, a dark strand of hair grazing the side of his nose. It would be impolite to not look straight at him now - the eye contact he kept so easily made the blush creep to your cheeks. His hand moves to rest on your thigh. There's no chance in hell he doesn't know what he's doing.

"Huh?"

"Are you feeling okay? Your face looks red, you shouldn't go if you feel sick." He says.

"I'm - fine, I just -" Your chair scrapes the floor as you get up abruptly, "I don't want to keep Mei Mei waiting."

Did someone tell him that I have a crush on him? You thought while stumping down the hall, the only one who knows is Shoko, and there's no chance she'd do that. Damn it.

-

The part where you learn that if you ever ask for something of Mei Mei, be very specific.

It doesn't help to wipe the sweat. It just mixes with dirt and blood that covered you from head to toe, leaving your vision blurred and your moves sloppy. Mei Mei has it all under control - as she usually does, with her battleaxe swinging elegantly through numerous curses each instant, leaving their severed parts to rest on the dirty linoleum floors, but it doesn't mean she'd let you off easy.

"You should at least try to focus, or you wouldn't live long enough to have any chance of getting together with Geto."

huh?

"I'm sorry. I'll focus." you mutter shamefully.

The mission ends almost instantaneously when Mei Mei finds the curse responsible for the recent killings, her blows unwavering even at the horrid sight. You knew you weren't at your usual level on this mission, but Mei Mei's words have shifted your focus completely.

The car ride was silent except for the sound of your uniform's fabric brushing over the car seat every time your leg bounced restlessly, thoughts running back and forth through your mind.

"Mei-Mei, How'd you know that -"

She didn't even wait for your sentence to finish; "Gojo paid me to send a raven to pry on yours and Shoko's conversations."

"Oh," fuck, "wait, shouldn't it be a secret?"

"He paid me to snoop," a smile grazed her lips, "not to keep a secret."

-

The part where Gojo Satoru faces imminent death.

"I'll kill you, Satoru!" You shout, but Gojo only likes it more. He runs around the class pretending that all the things you're throwing at his direction will actually hurt him. He hides his tall figure poorly behind desks, giggling every time another part of school property passes his head by a few inches.

"And end a bloodline just like that?" He teases.

Shoko stands silently in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. She puts a cigarette in her mouth, ready to turn away from the class and leave you to deal with Gojo in any way that you see fit. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Geto approaching the classroom, oblivious to the new developments.

"Ieri - " He tries to say something, but she just slowly shakes her head "No".

"Wouldn't go in there if I were you." Shoko closes the door behind her, muffling the conundrum of threats and laughter coming out of the room.

In the hall, Gojo's mocking words could still be heard through loud thuds of heavy objects hitting the floor, "D'you really wanna' kill your boyfriends best friend?"

-

The part where Geto Suguru is so, so sorry.

Geto felt the guilt rush over him now that you knew that he had flustered you very much deliberately. You've ignored him for almost a week now, which by any means would be considered a feat, seeing that you've spent hours together in classes and practice almost every day. And even when he came to apologize, befitting a Jujutsu sorcerer, you stood before him in the hallway with an unholy amount of unwavering pride.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, especially when I knew that you have a crush on me." He had stated the obvious, but still somehow managed to lie. He really wasn't sorry - his heart fluttered everytime he saw your face turn crimson under his touch.

"Had." You corrected.

"Had?"

"Yeah, had a crush on you."

"Oh, so you don't anymore?"

"No." You lied through your teeth, but you were rather convinced that if you'd just keep focusing on the anger you felt, the feeling will blow over eventually anyway.

"That's understandable," He says, taking a small step closer to you, just to test the waters. When you didn't move, he raised his arm slowly, pressing the palm of his hand to the side of your face, watching your body involuntarily eliciting the same response he longed for. On the tips of his fingers he clearly felt your jaw tense up slightly, and the heat gathering quickly in your cheeks, "But I just can't have that happen. You look so cute like this, you know?"

It was futile to resist his kiss, his whole body felt like it belonged to be pressed right against yours. Your pride melted against his tongue, his lips only stopping when he had to draw a quick breath. By the time his hand was entangled in your hair, it was too late to try and regain the last shreds of dignity, and so you opted to wrap your arms around him to press your bodies even closer.

[yakuly]

Lego Love | C. S

¡NonIdolSan! x ¡FemaleReader! (Feat. ¡NonIdolSeonghwa!)

Palavras:

Avisos: Jealousy and pouty San, and a lot of a boyfriend material vibes!

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Anyone who saw her with San would see the way her eyes sparkle whenever she sees him, how their cheeks turn slightly pink whenever he smiles, laughs... and sometimes gets more intense when he touches her.

But to San, you were simply a great friend. A dear friend. The best friend... Of course it wasn't her favorite situation, but if that was what it took to stay close to him, so be it. So when San found out that you needed to renovate your entire bathroom due to a leak, he didn't see a problem offering not only a bathroom, but his entire apartment, because the guy didn't see the point in making you come and go, if you could spend a season with him.

The point is that you accepted the invitation without even thinking twice. When your friends found out, everyone without exception looked at you like you were someone worthy of a madhouse "Are you going to live with him?!"

No, they weren't wrong when they warned that it would probably be your biggest challenge so far. San is the perfect kind of boyfriend: he wakes up every morning and cooks you breakfast, or helps you, when you're the one who wakes up first; he always leaves cute little notes around the house, whether it's to let you know something's over, someone helped buy or organize something, or... just a note of how much he cares for you.

San, also never leaves the house without a goodbye hug, and never comes back without a drink, food, or chocolate...

Oh! And if that wasn't enough, San makes a point of hearing about your day, and watching your favorite things when you're sad...

You swear that you can survive with this San, just a friend, but whenever your apart, your heart hurts, because you know that one day you will not only have to leave, but also he doesn't love you the same, and all that affection one day, it will be for another lucky girl, who you already hate.

One day, Seonghwa, one of the mutual friends he has with San, stopped by the apartment they now share, to talk, but also have fun, assembling his new lego set. The two were then sitting comfortably next to each other with light music playing in the background. Both focused on what they were doing, talking distractedly about their lives. Taking advantage of the fact that her other friend wasn't home, Seonghwa asked about how he was doing. After telling, unpretentiously about how she felt, she changed the subject, since she didn't want to think too much about the situation, that usually made her worse.

As always, being the caring friend that he is, Seonghwa looked at you like a caring brother, and then changed the subject, telling you something about wooyoung that made you laugh.

San, who was outdoors, arrives and is graced with his loud laugh, and he automatically smiles. Leaving the dinner bags he brought in the kitchen, he followed one of his favorite sounds. Arriving in the room he'd given her, his expression as well as his heart dropped. Choi saw her laughing desperately at Seonghwa, who was kindly looking at her, while you two looked very comfortable on some sort of... date?!

"Hyung! I didn't know you were coming..." The brunette comment trying to hide his confusion, then he smiles. "I managed to find the lego that y/n wanted to assemble and I thought it was fair to come assemble with her" the oldest replies simply, and you show him the small piece you were still assembling. San looks at her with affection in his eyes, and gives a sincere and loving smile.

"Want dinner? I brought street food, but I don't know if it's enough for the three of us" San says, again, trying to hide his frustration. Before arriving home, he was sure the two were going to eat, while they watched together on the couch (probably hugging), another episode of the series they watched together.

"We just ate, sannie, but you should have dinner, you must be hungry" the punch he received in the belly, made the brunette doubt if it was because of your words, or because you didn't even look at him. Just nodding, and with his typical pissed off pout, he left the room.

"I think he didn't like that very much, y/n" Seonghwa calls your attention, and you look at him confused. The elder's eyebrows were raised as he tried to suggest something. Something absurd. So she just laughed at him, turning her attention back to the toy. A few minutes later, the two were still talking soothingly, riding very focused, and ignoring San, who was huffing every five minutes downstairs, trying to focus on the television, but being constantly interrupted by the sound of their murmuring voices, and laughter. .

Seonghwa was never this funny, why did you laugh so hard? And what the hell could a piece of plastic have that he doesn't? A more comfortable hug? Random affectionate kisses that made you blush adorably? Please...and Seonghwa also have arms that hug, and a pair of lips that kiss...

Without thinking twice, San is back in the room (relieved when he sees that the two of you barely looking at each other). Picking up his computer chair, Choi positions it beside you, and watches her closely. You are so beautiful concentrating, zooming in and out of the object, your eyebrows knit together as you try to guess why the pieces don't fit...

"You're staring. What did we already talk about staring?" Her voice is calm, but she still doesn't look at him. My God, what's your problem today?!

"You're beautiful. What we've already said about you being beautiful" San says softly, seeing her cheeks color. Seonghwa laughs lightly, forgotten in her corner. "And you didn't welcome me right today, I miss you." He responds, bringing his fingers to your chin, and turning your face, making you look at him.

He had an adorable face, and that pout he hides earlier. Swallowing hard, you try to respond as if you weren't intimately affected by it. "But you saw me this morning"

"Yes, many hours ago, I miss your pretty face when I'm away. And then when I come back, I want to see it all the time"

The air disappears from your lungs, and there's no way you can pretend you don't feel anything for him, much less that it was nothing.

Seonghwa, who already understood the whole situation, calmly got up picking up his legos, carefully, of course.

"I think it's better to leave the two lovebirds alone, good night" he left the room. You want to walk him to the door, but not only do you not trust your legs, San is still in front of you, holding you in place.

The two stare at each other for a few very long seconds, until the older one breaks the silence:

"Do I finally have you all to myself?" One of his eyebrows goes up as he studies her face. Without the courage to say anything, you just nods your head.

San opens the smile, which he knows can melt anyone, victim of his affection, and mutters a "great", before reaching out and leaving a quick peck on your lips before standing up, and pulling you by the hand into the living room, where he would put his series, while you pretended that your heart wasn't beating like a tachycardia.

[fishsticksloser]

Heartache

Hobie Brown x gn!reader

Warnings: break up, angst, pretty peaceful break up

A/N: this was asked for on ao3 and in the comments so here it finally is! The bad ending :) Also in case you're interested, this is kind of what I imagine the spider totem looking like. It is an etsy link and it's so cute I really want it

Preface | Good

It's been months since Hobie dumped you. You tried to move on, but it was difficult. You had a box of his things to give back, but yet you couldn't part with some of them. The feeling and smell of his hoodies were a comfort, but you knew you had to give them back. Hobie hadn't spoken to you since that night. You texted to ask when and where he'd pick up his things, but got no answer. You missed him. you weren't sleeping, your eating schedule was also messed up. But you didn't blame him or yourself. Sometimes things are just destined to fall apart.

You hear his car outside, which comes as a surprise. He’s never come back here before. The knock on your door echoes throughout the house, sending goosebumps down your body. You approach the door, heart in your throat, and open it slowly, finding Hobie. His face is guarded, eyes downcast, his usual smirk replaced with a tense expression. He holds his keys in one hand, a duffel bag in the other, and your hoodie, freshly laundered. You can smell the detergent, but it doesn’t get rid of his unique scent.

"I'm guessing you're here for you things...?" You ask softly, not expecting him to come here. You step aside for him to come in.

"We need to talk," he says, stepping inside slowly. You’re not sure if you like this new serious vibe of his. It’s almost as if he’s a bit... frightened? He’s always been so sure of himself that seeing this side of him almost makes him feel like a stranger. He shifts his weight nervously and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond or say something first.

"Okay...?" You mumble, closing the door behind him. You turn to face him, waiting for him to continue. He stares at you for a moment, biting his lower lip unconsciously before he speaks again.

"I miss you." It’s simple, blunt, and leaves you speechless at first. You know you’ve missed him too. He must have noticed that you hadn’t responded to his texts. "It hurts to be without you... And the more I think about it, the more I realize that you’re important to me." He takes a deep breath, looking down at his jeans for a moment before he looks up. "I don’t want to lose you."

You tug on your clothes anxiously, having not slept well since he dumped you and eating less. "You should've thought of that before you dumped me... And said all those things."

"I know… I’m sorry, Y/N. Fuck... I really am." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "I made a mistake, okay? I’m here to fix it. Let’s just start from the beginning, we don’t have to go any further than that. Just, please… give me another chance."

You’ve never seen him this serious before, the gravity of his actions seem to have finally hit him. The usual arrogance he exudes is completely gone, instead replaced with humility, and his eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them. It’s almost hard to be angry at him—he looks so vulnerable.

"Hobie..." You shake your head and step away, your back against the door. "You-You can't just expect me to welcome you with open arms. You hurt me... Badly..."

"I understand I hurt you. Please, just… let me make it up to you." He continues. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you, Y/N.” His eyes are filled with emotion, raw and vulnerable. Everything inside of him aches knowing that he could lose you because of his stupidity. He reaches out towards you, his hand outstretched, and his gaze is desperate. "What do I have to do to prove to you how much you mean to me, Y/N?" He asks, his voice breaking slightly.

"If you actually wanted to change and try again, you have to do it yourself." You don't move away from his outstretched hand. "I'm not going to tell you how to fix things, you have to do it because I tried... So many times..."

"Fine..." Hobie reaches into his hoodie and pulls out the spider totem. He holds the smooth, almost metallic surface in front of both of you. "I'm not just going to say I care about you - I'm going to show you" He says, staring down at the totem in his palm. After a moment of consideration, he opens his palm up and holds it out to you. "Y/N, I'm giving you my totem... I want you to have it."

"Hobie, I gave that to you." You shake your head, pushing his hand away. "I can't take it, it's yours."

"It was always meant for you." He pauses as he looks at you, waiting for you to accept the totem. "I don't want you to think of this as a romantic gesture or an attempt at a grand gesture. This isn't about me trying to woo you or impress you. I'm doing this because this totem means more to me than anything else. Please take it."

"Hobie, it's meant for you. I don't want gifts." You answer, closing his fingers over the totem. Hobie shakes his head and grabs your hand. "I can't take this."

"I want you to have it." He smiles and places the totem in your palm. "You've done so much for me, Y/N... I'm giving you a piece of me. I'm not giving it to anyone else." Hobie closes your fingers around the totem like you'd done to him just seconds ago. "There's one more thing I want you to do for me though." His voice is quiet, nervous almost.

"What's that?" You ask, focusing on your closed hand to avoid his eyes.

"Keep it safe. You can keep it in your pocket, on a necklace, I don't care. Just... Promise you'll keep it safe." He pauses for a moment then steps forward, placing his hands on your cheeks. "I don't just want to repair our relationship, I want this to be better than it was before." He says, tilting your head up so he can look into your eyes. "I don't want a second chance, Y/N. I want a future with you."

"It's probably best if you leave now..." You clear your throat and avert your eyes. His smile fades slightly, but he doesn't stop looking at you. Hobie's gaze flickers to where his palm is still over yours.

"This isn't a romantic gesture, I don't want you to feel pressured to forgive me. I just wanted you to know that I'm here, that I'm not going anywhere." He smiles again, his gaze soft and sweet. For the first time in a long time, he isn't flirting with you or using his usual swagger. He's here as Hobie, not Spider-Man or whatever alter ego he wants to use. "I'll see you later, Y/N..." He mumbles finally, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

Then he's gone.

[aokoaoi]

I saw you said your favorite thing to write is fluff, and I really love fluff soooo could I request a Shuri x Fem!Reader where Shuri’s having a hard time sleeping so she decides to just head to her lab to work through the night and after finding Shuri gone, the reader comes into the lab and refuses to go to sleep without Shuri; just overall very sweet, light, fluffy vibes (maybe with some kisses)!

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.

pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

Shuri had been having trouble sleeping lately. Sometimes, when you and her begin to sleep, she'd always be the last to he able to fall asleep. And there's these times that when she actually falls asleep, she ends up waking up an hour later, and then she can't fall back asleep.

You don't know about it, because the Queen knows how much you worry over her. Sometimes your worry causes you stress, and you stressing was the last thing she wants.

And tonight, the cycle continues. She wakes up in the dead of night, feeling the cold temperature tonight entering the room. She doesn't bother looking at the time, only letting out a frustrated sigh.

She turned over her side to look at you, sleeping soundly. She sits up from her laying position, groaning tiredly in the process. She debates on whether or not she should just go try falling back asleep, but she knows that won't work.

So now she ends up in the lab.

You woke up all of a sudden at an ungodly hour. You were just about to go back to sleep but when you turned over your position, Shuri was no where to be seen. Out of concern, you immediately rose up to a sitting position.

You wondered where she was, then your kind flashed onto the place where she's usually seen in. You figured to look for her yourself before pressing an urgent report without knowing the full context.

Moving your feel from the bed, you let it fall contact with the cold floor. You hurriedly slipped on your slippers, grabbing a robe and went out of the room.

You arrived in the lab soon, seeing that all the lights were on, and you can hear a distant sound of busy shuffling from somewhere. You let out a small exhale, walking towards the source of the noises, and there you saw Shuri.

"My dearest, what are you doing up so late?" You called out to her, catching her attention. Shuri turns to look at you like a deer caught in headlights, "You're awake?" She questioned as well.

"I am. I was gonna fall back asleep but then I found that you weren't sleeping beside me anymore. Is there something wrong?" Shuri looks away for a moment, looking at the written words on a paper, and then back to you.

"I haven't been getting sleep well recently." She answered truthfully, looking guilty. You only clicked your tongue, but not like you were a disappointed mother. "You should've told me, we could've solved it together."

"It's no use. I've been trying hard to fall back asleep, but nothing is working." Your Queen says, leaning her hip against the white counters as you approached her closer.

"I wonder what's causing that."

Shuri hums in agreement, nodding. "I wonder too."

You two stood in silence, only staring at eachother like lovesick fools until you decided to speak up. "Well, dearest. I am sleepy, and I'm not gonna go back in bed without you." You stated, watching as Shuri purse her lips into a thin line.

"I can't sleep."

"So can I if you don't come with me. Please?" You pleaded, leaning against her childishly with a pout. Shuri hums a laugh, looking down at you affectionately.

"We can just be in eachothers embrace before one of us falls asleep. It always worked with me as a child when I couldn't sleep." You tell the Queen, watching as her eyes sparking up in interest.

"I love when you talk about your child self." She smiled.

You grinned at her words, subtly holding her hand with your own. "Come on. let's go back to bed, your highness." You gently lead her, beginning to walk to the doors of the lab.

"Will I be getting your cuddles?" She questioned, leaning down on you to whisper in your ears. You let out a breath chuckle as the doors slid open. You only responded with a small nod, your ears feeling hot from her actions.

Shuri presses a kiss on the side of your neck, her hand that was being held by yours falling on your waist, wrapping around it. "If this is what will happen everytime I can't sleep, then I might do it more often." The Queen remarks. You looked up at her blankly, your brows raised.

"You know, you can always ask about it instead of doing the things you said just now."

"Fair point."

[honeeslust]

Satoru Gojo | you cryin?

🖤 inspo for this comes from that slutty gif of Satoru in the box. I know well all collectively had… thoughts… but couple that with the ‘you cryin’ and yea… lets go!

🖤 WC 4100+

Could you imagine falling in love with someone like Satoru? The man can process anything coming his way faster than it can even be perceived. This is except when it came to falling for you.

That being said, he's not going to baby you into the supernatural three ring circus that is his life. That would be arrogantly irresponsible.

As soon as he knew you weren't going anywhere, he made a point to teach you to fear the dangers of his world as he understood better than anyone the cost of bearing such a burden. One of the first things he made sure you understood was how to be wary of the places that gave off a any kind of bad vibes.

But... it wasn't like you set out for this... but you know what they say about the curious cat...

An uncharacteristically frantic Satoru is losing his mind when you don't make it home at your usual time. It really could've only been about 10 minutes past the time you were due to be home but at the moment, none of his thoughts were logical. Not when he could almost immediately intuit the danger you'd found yourself in.

... Somewhere else

You're bound by your wrists to something sturdy above your head. Your body is so weak you can't even pick your head up enough to make out what it is you're tied to. Even after jerking around with all your might, the chains retaining you hadn't so much as budged.

It was hopeless. And now your murky vision has to be betraying you. Your surroundings were moving in ways it shouldn't.

And was that... a man just now?

Your eyes swept the area around you to find nothing but the dark empty expanse staring back at you. Every ounce of your energy having mysteriously been sapped from your body. Defeated by the onset of fatigue, your head hangs between your shoulders.

Shit Satoru. I fucked up...

Yea. You did sweetheart.

A voice echoes out from somewhere nearby, but every direction you turn in is still just an endless sea of black. Panicked, your words wisp out of you shakily.

Wha-?..who are you?

I'm Mahito...

The disembodied voice calls out to answer you as he figure slowly emerges from the shroud of darkness ahead of you.

Thanks for making this easy for me.

Why the hell am I here Mahito?

Isn't it obvious? Satoru! He'll come running for you. And when he does well... he's no longer gonna be a problem for us.

Your chains rattle against the reinforcement as you struggle to turn away from the foreign hand now clutching your face in a harsh grip. The entity winks at you. His hand is hot on your face, hotter than it should be. It makes your skin crawl and you flinch away in disgust.

Don't fucking touch me.

His lip draws under his annoyingly perfect teeth, as he looks you over pleased with your choice of costume.

Hah! Quite a mouth you got on you little angel. If only I could get locked in here with you, Im sure I could make a devil outta you.

Tch. Ooh. If only. you snide teasing him with a pathetic pout before you spit right in his beautiful face.

Wait. What did he mean...locked ? As in.. inside?

God-fucking-damnit!

Mahito swings his powder blue locks over his shoulder, breaking into a fit of maniacal laughter. He smears the wad of saliva from his face to lick it from his finger.

Fuck! Satoru's a lucky one.

You seem like you'd be so much fun.

Ah well. I'm sure you would've made a fine plaything. Its a shame I gotta leave you here now.

Too bad. So sad Mahito. Best be on your way, bitch.

Your body trembles, betraying the evil glare you aim in his direction. What he'd said before was beginning to sink in.

Locked in...

Fuck me!!

Mahito comes closer to you, making you flinch away.

I guess you're right. I'm sure he'll be here soon and I'm not trying to fight him...Even I know my limits.

He stoops in front of you, his bicolored irises flashing in delight as he reaches past your ear to play with the hem of your angel wing. Guess this is goodbye pretty one.

With that, retreats. Vanishing into the shadows leaving you stranded in the dreadfully cold loneliness. The accompanying darkness enclosing you doesn't help your nerves much either.

As if things couldn't get any weirder. A faint blue fog appears before you and seemingly moves toward you. It creeps closer and closer. Moving about unnaturally as it does so. A hand made out of bones materializes out of the cloud and then... more and more of them emerge. Entire skeletons. Swarming in around you until youre body is swallowed whole by the vapor.

...

Y/n......

Y/n. Wakeup.

Hmm? God Satoru what?

Baby. Wake up.

Your eyes flick open and you're ready to slap Satoru for waking you up before the sun when you didn't need to be.

But wait! This wasn't youre room, this wasn't even a place. You were as happy to see Satoru as you were horrified to see that you're still tethered to the chains from before.

You found quite a place to try and have a nap. Sweetheart.

You know I wasn't napping Satoru ... Now can you help!! you say yanking the chains.

Tsk tsk tsk. He admonishes with a shake of his head. I won't lie. This sucks

Yea it does. Help me outta these won't you.

Mmmm.

What do you mean mmm?

I mean... I did try and tell you....

You scoff rolling your eyes hating exactly how right he was. He told you. Time and time again. Halloween is the worst time to be out and about as a newly awakened sorcerer.

Ugh okay. Baby you made your point. You gripe putting on your best pout and jangling your chains in his direction. C'mon. Satoru let me outta this.

I don't think I will. Not until you answer me one thing...Why were you out here alone?

Because I wanted to be. I can handle myself just fine, thank you. You say proudly even though you knew that in your current predicament,  you looked at least 2 sizes too small to for the big shit you talked.

Oh you can huh? He exclaims bearing a crooked smile down at you. But did you ever happen to stop and consider what I said about Halloween.

No. I didn't. You lie.

Immediately. You're met with a look of disbelief.

You don't huh...?

He cocks his head to the side. Leaning over you to jostle your chains.

... You comfortable like this sweetheart? He says rubbing the side of your face suggestively.

You roll your eyes. You know I'm not.

So then tell me why? You're a fucking danger magnet. It follows you wherever you go. You know and you pull this shit?.

Satoru recalls the moments he spent panicking when he couldn't get a read on your energy.   And that was exactly what they had hoped for when they dangled the chance to save you in front of him. For the second time in his life, hes d walked into a trap.

He kneels on the ground in front of you,  and arm draped across his thigh, the other caesses the side of your face. Why would you risk it y/n?

You stare back at him, too stunned by the vulnerable look in his eye to keep your attitude. Does it matter?

The hell are you asking me right now? Yeah y/n it matters to me that you put yourself in danger.

Awwww. Satoruuu. Were you worried? You sing songed out, teasing him.

His ears burned red.

Shut it. But yes. Obviously I was Sweetheart.

Fiiiine. Fine. You say giving him a small smile. But for real Satoru...You taking me outta this or not?

He glances up over your head, sizing up the length of your chains. Yeah. I will...Once I figure this out.

What?

Oh yea. Guess it seems this place was designed to keep me from using my abilities. So we're trapped here until the people out side can figure out how to get us out.

You're kidding!

Nope.

Fuck. Your voice shakes as the panicking kicks in. What in the actual fuck am I supposed to do now? You ask when you notice him looking down at you.

But wait Sweetheart. I can't lie. You look good in this position.

Tsk...Boy! Don't start. Baby you have to get me outta this.

What?....I'm allowed. I mean baby, you had me going crazy. And now well...I feel like I need to take advantage of this interesting little situation we find ourselves in. Gimme a moment to appreciate you like this.

You glare at your boyfriend. No way this angel eyed menace meant that.

No you creep. You're crazy Satoru. Cmon.

You're so annoyed with your boyfriend but there a glint in his eye as he's staring down at you in your vulnerable state. The depth of those ocean eyes could drown you a hundred times over and right now there was a storm brewing behind them. He was truly enjoying the sight of you, twisting so feebly as if you really wanted to deny this could and would happen. This situation was completely fucked. Sure. But damnit if it wasn't the stuff good girls who keep their heads stuck in smutty books would cream over.

No...You're not seriously considering....

Why not? Baby you're so fucking hard headed.

You laugh.. Yeah and...?

A hard head will make for a soft ass. Every. Fucking. Time Sweetheart.

Why did that send a sneaky little quiver right to that spot? Oh right, cause no matter how screwed you might be. It'd be worth it to let Satoru have his way with you. His mean side is his sexiest side.

Now you'd pissed him off. Sure. But Satoru figures why fight about it when you could fuck about it.

I like you like this. All that mouth on you. No where to run off to... Shit. Why didn't I think of this?

Your complexion ripens under his gaze. God. You're loving this aren't you?

You have no idea.

He lowers himself to your eye level, giving you that cocky smile of his but his piercing stare emanates something more than just frustration. Could it have been a little bit of relief you saw in his eye?

Before you could figure it out, he kisses you. Long and hard, his hands encompass your face as if he couldn't let you go. Your cheeks burn in the palm of his hands as his tongue rolls around your mouth, the strokes of his tongue resonating between your legs in repeated pangs pleasure. He breaks away, pressing his fore head against yours.

You make me crazy y/n you know that don't you?

But I thought you liked a challenge Satoru?

Fair enough. But... I don't know..

He skims a finger down the front of your blouse before he pulls his eyes back to meet yours.

... There is only so much a man can take sweetheart.

He tears the thin fabric away with ease making you yelp in response. You stomach tightens, flesh bared and prickling with goosebumps.

But...

Shhh now. I think you like making me like this.  He quiets you, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

But Satoru I...

Any aht! Say the truth. It's just us here after all.

You're panting heavily staring at him with wide eyes.

Maybe... You hesitate, drawing your eyes to his lips, still rosy and wet from your kiss. Maybe it's fun to ruffle those perfect feathers of yours a little...

Is that right?

You shrug... Guess I can't help myself.

He slowly begins to reach his hand down to your waist, keeping his eyes fixed on yours as he does so.

The clatter of the chains reminds you where you are and for a moment, you question whether you can do this here.

I didn't mean to get snatched though. You call out in a weak attempt to make up for the stress you considered you might've put him through.

No you didn't... But here we are. Guess there's nothing else we can do except maybe this.

He tucks his fingers into the strap of your lingirie and snaps the tight band against your skin. You shiver, rattling the chains again.

Uh...Shouldn't we use our time more productively Satoru?

Yeah, I'm about to...Let me get these off you.

He tears at the suspenders keeping your wings attached and they fall the the ground. He rips open the white lacey bodice, leaving you in nothing but the tight thigh highs and gstring, and matching body harness up top

He's kneels before you, pressing his body between your legs. His palms brush softly up the sides of your thighs as he asserts himself over your body.

He glares down at you, his hand groping at the tented area of his pants.

I think it's time we make up don't you think.

You bring your foot up to his shoulder and nudge him away with a feeble kick. God, I cannot stand you.

I should be saying that to you.

Whatever.

Excuse me?

He leans in to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

Whatever Sat— the sudden use of his tongue in your favorite spot catches you off guard.

... What was that now sweetheart?

He asks boasting a cheeky grin as he continues to kiss his way further down your body.

His lips halt their movement right at your navel, granting you only a single moment of clarity. Your eyes open to see him giving you a dangerous look.

Now about that apology.

Your eyes opened wide. What apology? I've done nothing wrong.

No? He asks now trailing his fingers along the wet edge of your panties.

I am.

Your sure? He says looping his finger around the damp fabric and pulling it to the side.

Yes. I don-- ahhh you cried out tugging against your chains and tossing your head back.

His fingers lazily slip between your folds, effectively putting a stop to the sure tantrum you were about to throw.

He prods your clit with his thumb, biting down on his lip as he regards the pleasure overtaking your features.

I'm listening... He suggests slowly dipping his fingers inside.

Use your words baby. I'm gonna need that apology. C'mon. It's easy. Iiii— 

He croons teasingly curling his finger inside and pulsing it right against the spot he knew would have your toes curling in no time.

Your legs squeezed together around his arm making him laugh aloud while adding another finger. He begins to pulse them inside you.

Fuuuck Toru...

Yea I know. Say it baby.

Damnit. He's too good at this.

I'm sorry...fuck baby, right there. You squeel in satisfaction,  drool beginning to pool in your mouth as your core twisted tighter.

Hmmm. I'm not convinced.

Why don't you try again?

His fingers are rutting in and out of you.The warm enclosure wrings tight around them until you're spilling forth everything, mewling out how sorry you were.

He sets back onto his legs, looking down appreciatively at his little brat, trussed up and convulsing with pleasure when he gets an idea.

He lifts the hem of his shirt over his head a tosses them to the side. He reaches up somewhere over your head and you feel a yank on the chain. A sudden sound of shrieking metal fills your ears, jarring you back into your body.

Did he just???

Sato-?

You're dragged forward until your wrists are pinned into his chest, leaving you unable to unleash your barrage of verbal assaults at him.

You Fu-— your words are muzzled into his kiss and he groans, tightly grabbing the cusp of your ass in a grip that almost hurt. He punctuates the kiss with a sound smack to your rear.

He unlocks his lips from yours, and pushes against your shoulders, forcing a gasp out from your lips.

Satoru? You begged watching him wind the harsh metal chain around his fist. The metal grated against itself as he clinched it tight, giving the metal a yank until the steel bit down into your flesh.

You say your sorry Sweetheart...? Show me.

He was perfection. His slutty little waistline is accentuated by the way his hip jutted out to the he side. Your eyes dropped to the large print lying across his thigh and as mad as you were, your mouth watered.

He undoes his pants and lets them sag around his waist. He flips his dick out over the top and pumps himself slow.

Get it wet pretty girl... maybe I'll believe you. He says with a flick of your chain.

You bent forward, ass hiked up to his liking so he could palm your cakes like a basketball. You brought the swollen head of his dick between your lips, and moaned over him as his fingertips dug into the right spot of your skin.

Hes impressed his little angel doesn't immediately gag on his cock, hes fascinated even. You're so slutted out for him that you forget that he could've freed you at any moment.

Never mind that youre now trapped in this place with minimal hope of escaping. Your minds put all of that aside to focus on the singular object of your affection and the way he helps you along, hands free, he guides himself in and out of your mouth. Keeping a taut hold on your chain as you bobbed back and forth on your elbows. throating every inch of his cock like a glove.

Are you really sorry ?

Mmnmnnmmmngghgg

Ahh. baby... Teeth!

He shudders feeling your garbled apologies vibrating along the tight corner in the back of  your throat where his length was now comfily housed.

Fuck y/n. You can do better than that can't you?

Lemme hear it? You sorry or not?

He's so mean about it. Fuck! it makes you wet. It makes you want to sacrifice your breath just to choke on him more.

His body tenses as all the blood rushes to the same spot. He bucks out of your mouth before he can release into the back of your throat.

You're still not making me think you mean it.

Don't you wanna show me?

I do! I meant it Satoru.

He places his fingers under your chin and presses his thumb against your puffy wet lips.

Yea?

A smile pulls at his lips. He believes you. But hes greedy for more of this. He knew that eventually he could fuck the act right into your hard headed ass.

Mhmmm. Alright. Guess I gotta fuck a proper apology outta you... Don't I?

Turn over!

You're body obeys before you've even registered what's happening. He knees your legs apart, pulling back on the chain to hear the way you yiped out. Somehow he's got you hunched over on your knees, your hands held back by your new leash.

Please Satoru.

Tsk. Oh sweetheart. You know thats not what I wanna hear.

I'm sorry baby...

Your knees are burning from all the time spent on them, but it doesn't matter. Your pussy glistens with your arousal for him and the wet hole is repeatedly clenching in wait. You need him as bad as the air in your lungs, maybe more.

The honored one slaps your ass. hard. The bite brings tears to your eyes.

Ahh. I'm sorry. Satoruu. Fuck.

Manners baby.

SLAP.

Baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Ohh god please. I need to feel you.

Your flesh stings with another sound slap to the other side causing a your walls to clench tight around nothing. Fuck! It aches so good that your toes curl.

He could feel the heat emanating from your body. He could even see the heavy glow of pleasure as it surrounds you. Even in this dark dank place youre golden aura shines bright in his all seeing eye.

He aligns himself and pushes a few prepatory nudges inside you. Tensing his jaw, he grumbles through clenched teeth until he's buried the full extent of himself inside you.

You welcome the stretch with a drawled out moan, thank you.

Thats my girl.... Won't save you though.

The emphasis of his words are punctuated with a sharp thrust forward.

Ssss, starting to feel like you sorry angel. Keep it up and maybe I'll let you out of this. He brags yanking back as he brought his hips back against you ass to make you sink your nails into the terrain beneath you.

He moves back and forth. again and again... Each time plunging deeper until you were squirming away. He's so deep you can taste the blisssul release creeping up on you. Its sweeter than nirvana, the feeling of him colliding somewhere inside that makes you forget what you're even sorry for.

He's bullying your cunt with a brutality you've never felt. He's beside himself, watching his cock disappearing inside you again and again. You're unable to flee from the shock as he's tugging on your new chain leash.

I want to protect you.... you need to let me!

Ok. Yes Satoru yes. You're whining, inching yourself forward for a moment of relief. There's just absolutely no way your body can take the pleasure he's forcing upon you.

Awww baby, quit your running. You wanted this didn't you? You like to ruffle these perfect feathers? Thats what you said right?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you wail, twitching pathetically as he draws back and returns with a resounding pound that all but knocks your lights out. You're blissfully cock drunk, the wetness leaking down out over the base of his cock.

It's like he's saying it over and over and over.

...love... you...

... protect.... you.

You can't move, you can't think, you can only feel him fucking his frustration right into you.

Let me... baby....Am I understood?

Yes Satoru. Yes.

Lemmie hear you! Say it again!

Satoru—- Please... Ohhh I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, you scream out letting that dick turn you into groveling mess.

Satorus entire body quivers at the sight of your ass clapping against his skin as he picks up the pace.

Are you? I cant hear you.?

Say that shit like you mean it!.... Say it!

He's being mean and he knows it. But he needs you weak. He needs you broken. He needs you to quit putting yourself in harms way because he wouldn't know what to do without you.

everything you put him through resonates with the pleasure hes giving. You're right where he wants you, so his palm slaps harshly across your ass, his continued unmerciful thrusts knocking loose every screw in your brain.

Baby I am. I swear. Im so so so so sorry!

He yanks, dragging you back against him hard. He traps your arms in a tight lock behind your back and slowly rolls his hips to etch himself deeper. Imprisoning you in his arms, he growls lowly in your ear.

I don't believe you.

He forces you back over, this time pushing your chest to the floor. You're vibrating on the brink of an insidious rapture. Skin clapping against skin. Him tuggeong on your leash to to keep that arch the way he likes it. His pace is unrelenting. Like he was dead set on making you feel how crazy you made him.

You beg and you beg feeling the sloppy trails of arousal leak down the inside of your thighs. You'll say anything, do anything, BE anything for him. He has to know that. But still, he's unrelenting.

What's left of your voice creaks out in a whine.

So so so so sorry daddyyyy ohhhhh.

The moniker spills from your lips making him jolt with pleasure, spilling all kinds of his honored elixir into your trembling mess of a cunt. You're so full of him that your entire body spasms.

Daddy huh?

He likes it. It has a ring to he didn't know he needed to hear. Your clenched so tight he cant pull out. Fresh hot tears are running down your face and you look over your shoulder too distraught with your shattering to even speak to him.

He's gasping for the breath he takes. Beyond satisfied with your apologyas he blinks away the stars in his eyes. a wicked grin stretches across his lips when he sees the tears streaming down your face...

Wait!!. he chuckles, curling a portion of the the chain around either of his hands. He snaps the links and pulls your pleasure riddled body to him.

He clutches your chin between his fingers, and grins.

You cryin'??

@littlemochabunni @ryomens-vixen @biscuitsngravie @crescentmoontsuki @blkkizzat @thecookiebratz @residentfromnowhere @i-literally-cant-with-this @arlerts-angel

[kissingrhi]

oh shit bro!!! ok! ahh if you have time and you would like to, would you have anything at all in the realm of hurt/comfort for lalo and/or nacho? ngl im down in the pits and ur writing is like a grilled cheese sandwhich on a cold rainy day, its amazing.

idk, maybe the reader is kind of going through it mentally and hella withdraws from everyone which causes conflict bc ahhh cartel work or something (idk man i dont deal drugs) and so The Boys go and check up on u bc "dude did you die or something?" (bc cartel stuff yknow?) and YOURE like "no i didnt die im just vibing bro but the vibes are tainted and gross" and theyre like "cool lets fix that." yknow? idk man the world is your oyster, i trust you. go nuts. but only if you would like to and have the time, i dont wanna pressure you to do anything homie :,) i hope u have a good day.

by far the cutest ask i have ever been sent. i'm sobbing. ily. and i am a WHORE. for hurt/comfort. you just get me!

cw: this gets kind of heavy at parts! maybe releasing something subconsciously with this man idfk. some of talk of depression, anxiety, stuff of that nature. enjoy!!

you legitimately wanted to disappear. forever.

your brain was constantly scrambled, erratic, and loud. you thought of everything and remembered nothing 99.9% of the time. what you did remember was nothing short of miserable reminders of what got you to where you were. who you were. what you'd done.

the shaking of your desperate hands and shuttered breathing of your lungs were nothing compared to the mind-numbing, seemingly endless spew of unfortunate findings in the barren wasteland that was your brain.

you hadn't come into work in 3 days. it had been 3 days since you'd step foot onto the tiled floor of el michoacáno. 3 days since you'd showered. 3 days since you'd moved, besides the awkward shifting during the freezing cold in the middle of the night, when you attempted to sleep. you were miserable, and the worst part was you couldn't decipher why.

it had also been 3 days since you'd checked your phone. oblivious to the countless amount of mixed calls from some of the only contacts you had: nacho and lalo. when you finally made it to reaching your phone, shoved in the drawer of your nightstand, your eyes widened. you ruined something again.

the texts varied from

L: ¿dónde diablos estás?

N: lalo me está molestando.

to

N: hate to say it, but i miss you

L: come back pls

you felt terrible, throwing your phone back to its place with a groan, hiding under the covers like you could escape the tenderness of missing your coworkers. more specifically, your friends.

all you could try to focus on was the gentle beating of your heart, remembering the time that nacho calmed you down the first time you had a panic attack in front of him after nearly dying. his hands were ice cold against your hot cheeks, pulling the hands that were hopelessly wiping away the streaming tears all the way down to your chest.

"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."

you can still recall the pattern of his slow heart that you heard while you cried against his chest.

you weren't sure how long it was until you felt a change in the air. minutes, hours, days? time was moving irrationally slow and fast all at once. you were still blankly lying against your bed, buried under your blankets. nacho felt like he was at your wake.

you were zoned out, eyes only focusing when the two men you were worried about had seemingly teleported in front of your bed. instead of dropping a sarcastic, self-deprecating joke (like you usually do), you merely turned to the other side with a dramatic sigh.

a pair of rough fingers jumped in front of your line of vision, snapping rambunctiously.

"hey, hey! what the hell, mi amigo!?" his tone was dripping with comedy. "you have no right to ignore either of us. we've been so good to you."

you knew it was lalo quickly, thanks to the delicious grandiose of his gravely voice.

you finally turned around, hearing your bones crack as you pushed yourself up to lay against your bedpost. nacho and lalo drank in your disheveled state, agitation on their faces quietly fading into a look you knew all too well: concern. you glimpsed down at nacho's hand, rubbing his thumb over something he was obviously nervous about before shoving it in his pocket.

"i-" you started, blood suddenly running cold at the what you thought to be shameful eyes staring right at you. for some reason, a lump that had been building for what felt like years finally exploded in the back of your throat, a quick tear that you attempted to wipe away slipping down your cheek, going to push away nacho's anxious hand that reached for your back.

"what? you what?" lalo's posture had completely changed, eyes softening.

the tears were flowing fearlessly now, your eyes still dim and lifeless. you seemed to be fading away, in real time. it was melancholy.

"i am not-" you swallowed, putting a hand to your heart subconsciously.

"i am not ignoring you guys." you said firmly, staring lalo right in the eyes with your stoic, but unconvincing gaze.

the two exchanged looks at each other, nacho biting the inside of his cheek, lalo scratching the back of his neck. they had no idea what to do. they killed people for a living! even if you three weren't the most fond of each other at times, you obviously cared about each other.

"i'm just adjusting. i've got a lot going on. needed some rest." you explained, pressing your fingers together so hard that when you pulled them apart, the skin eased open slowly.

"haha." you were unconvincing, and unrelenting in how much you swore that everything was just fine.

lalo was already strutting his way into the kitchen, starting on something he knew you'd like: chicken noodle soup. when you went to scold him for barging in your home, he just pressed a gentle kiss on your head, making your eyes widen because that is so unlike him.

while lalo got to work in the kitchen, nacho cautiously sat at the end of your bed. when you went to talk, still tearful and messy, nacho politely put a hand up.

"you don't have to explain yourself all the time, you know?" he asked, genuine curiosity brewing in his deep eyes.

"i mean, especially not to me or him." he nodded towards the kitchen, past your doorway. "do you see how we have spent our lives?" he asked, pressing a tickling finger into your side, grinning ear to ear when you smiled the tiniest bit.

"listen. i know how it feels." he started, eyes searching around the floor to try and put what he wanted to say politely, into terms he knew wouldn't blossom into spouts of dangerous overthinking in your unpleasantly fragile mind. he looked just about as sad as you.

"i know what it feels like to have no one understand." he finally looked up at you, hands gently pressing into your shoulders. his eyes were almost watering. maybe you were hallucinating.

you started to cry more, and his frown grew.

"please, please do not cry." he started.

"estás muy cerca de romperme el corazón." was said under his breath. mumbled like an unforgivable sin at the altar.

while his hands wiped away at your tears, he just silently told you, "we care about you. we all care about each other. we have to."

his touches that were so comfortable against your tense body led you to your bathtub, and before you knew it he was sitting on the edge of your toilet and rubbing body wash against your spine. his grimace grew at your sorrowful, hunched figure.

"please do not cry." was uttered again, like you crying would shatter his world just as much as yours.

as soon as you were dressed in fresh clothes, and your messy hair was neatly pulled away from your face, nacho brought you back to your newly cleaned bed.

you felt like your only lifeline was his warmth surrounding what felt like the arctic that you had embedded yourself in.

lalo invited himself back in, pressing a beautiful tray of chicken noodle soup onto your lap, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders with an airy sense of comedy (he pretended like the job was a massive issue to him, groaning each time he had to move, watching you deeply to see you laugh).

you just stared up at both of them, like you had never experienced this kind of care before.

if you were being honest with yourself, you definitely hadn't.

"well?" lalo started, looking right back at you. "eat." he said, almost in a way that a mother does to their child. he scolded you, but in the way that you know had the purest and most loving intentions.

when you did, you noticed the sharp, grainy pain in your throat was instantly washed away. you couldn't stop. your nutrient-deprived body scarfed down the meal, chugging the glass of water he added on the side.

"thank you guys." was all you said, looking away with a gentle smile on your face.

"are you kidding me? of course!" lalo laughed. "you just need to come coddle me every time i get sick. deal?" he asked, rubbing your head.

after hours of hugs and distracting conversations, the pair decided you were well enough to leave for the night.

"get lots of rest, okay? don't need you to lose any focus at work." lalo pointed a demanding finger at you, chest raised like he was the king of the world. "be safe."

you nodded, your head leaning into your pillow with a grin. nacho situated himself in front of you once more, reaching into his pocket. he made his way out while you read the tiny slip of battered paper.

you noticed a gorgeous blue, dried flower pressed against the right edge. in his messy handwriting you could dechiper:

"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."

[yumikitten]

Request: Idk if you've seen on tiktok (the booktok side) where this girl finds a motorcycle in the parking lot of Barnes and Noble and tries to find the man riding it in the store??? And when she does, he's in the romance sections and UwU's at him! Eheeek! But then he makes his own account to find her and even goes as far to say he's never been UwU'd in the wild before. Lmao But anyway, it kind of gives me Ruffilo vibes! I feel like he'd be in the romance section for sure!

A/N: Omg I have!! They have a date Tuesday! And I guess she recommended ACOTAR and he's totally reading it now. Legit its own romance novel in the making! But I agree, this has Ruffilo vibes! So, without further ado. Ahem.

Warnings: None, only fluff. 💕

You were on your way into Barnes and Noble at 9am sharp to grab your copy of Iron Flame before they sold out. You'd waited at least six months for it and you weren't about to be hindered by not only them selling out on release day, but finding a misprinted copy. For whatever reason, there were hundreds of misprints out in the world and you would not be one of those people getting one. You were about to inspect the living hell out of each copy you could so you brought home the perfect one.

Walking into the romance section, you immediately see a man with his hair pulled up looking at Fourth Wing, stopping in your tracks and pulling yourself behind the end aisle shelves. Standing in shock at not only finding a man in the romance section of a book store, but a man that was entirely too hot for his own good. Was he gay? Was that what was going on here? Men who openly read romance novels were usually gay. Never before had you seen someone of the opposite gender as hot as he was looking into one of your favorite books. It had to be a ploy, right? Maybe he was getting it for his girlfriend, you reasoned as your eyes averted down and to the right where a few copies of Iron Flame were. With a last glance at the man who had his back turned to you, you made your way to his right and began looking through the first copy.

The book jacket looked pretty solid, the font perfectly aligned. The title page plainly said it was Iron Flame as did the spine. You even noticed the map wasn't upside-down and you weren't losing a hundred pages or better. From what you could tell, chapter seventeen still had the dragon printed on it and you didn't see any duplicate pages. Satisfaction rolled through your body as you stood up and smiled widely to yourself. It was the perfect copy of Iron Flame. Now all you needed to do was check out and you'd be on your way home to binge read the ever living fuck out of it.

Turning, you noticed the man still standing there, now with another and much darker romance: Haunting Adeline. It wasn't for the faint hearted and not something someone should read their first time. You weren't positive this was his first time reading smut, but the signs were there. If he was trying to choose between those two specifically, he wasn't aware of the differences in romance.

"Get Fourth Wing," you spun around to tell him, light gray eyes piercing through you as a smile crept between his cheeks. "Haunting Adeline is a very dark romance whereas Fourth Wing is fantasy romance."

"How dark are we talking?" He asked, putting it back on the shelf to grab Fourth Wing again.

"Dark enough to know you might cringe at one of the chapters in there if you haven't read dark romance before. Trust me, get Fourth Wing." You clutched Iron Flame to your chest in a vice, not wanting it out of your sight for a second. "The second book, Iron Flame, just came out today. It's worth the hype, believe me."

Raising his eyebrow, looking between you and the shelf, he picked up the second book as well. "Well, if you insist it's as good as you're wanting me to believe."

"Oh, it is absolutely amazing. But also, let me see that." You reached your hand out for the copy he grabbed, the man giving it to you without question. Once again, you ran through the mental checklist of misprints and found no problems with this one either. Both perfect copies were USA published, not Italy. Part of you was beginning to suspect the Italy copies were the problem. "Long story, but there have been a wide-range of misprints this release. Probably the biggest I've ever seen, but it looks like this copy is perfect."

He accepted it back, "Thanks, I don't even know if I'd notice a difference or not."

Shrugging, you said, "You'd know if you were missing a hundred pages toward the end."

He seemed to be taken aback. "No shit?"

You nodded, "Yea, it's crazy ugly with some of them. The list kept growing with how many different problems people were finding."

"Well, I appreciate it. I'm looking forward to reading it." His smile was warming as one of his hands held the two books at his side. Honestly, he was much too pretty not to be gay. Quite, seemingly reserved, and wanting to read romance. Either he was gay or he was the perfect man. And the tattoos? Seriously, the universe was playing with you at how rare this occasion was.

"You definitely will, promise." Instead of introducing yourself like a normal human, you really wanted to get home to read. The more time spent lolly-gagging, the more spoilers you'd have to dodge online. You waved, smiled, and turned around to check out. Was what you were doing dumb? Absolutely. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance presented before you and your focus was on a book about dragons and Shadow Xaddy.

You stood in line to check out, women shuffling in to grab their own copies as you saw the mystery man walk toward you. Well, not you per say, but the line. You truly hoped he'd like your recommendation as it really was one of your favorite series now. Who didn't enjoy it? The book had everything you could possibly want. Characters were fleshed out, dragons could communicate with you, Xaden Riorson. The sarcasm could put a person on their knees alone. Xaden Riorson.

You swing the door open to leave, your car in one of the first few spots as you hear someone behind you. Turning, you see the man walk toward you, books in hand.

"Here," he hands you a piece of paper with a number on it and the name Nicholas across the top. "This way I can tell you what I think about it later." Cheeks flushed you stood there perplexed. Was this happening right now? Did the hot man just give you his number?

Without thinking, you grabbed a pen out of your purse and pulled his hand toward you to write your name and number on his palm.

"There," you finished the last digit, capping the pen and putting it back in your purse, "now you can text me any time it gives you a crisis."

"Crisis?"

"A good crisis, but crisis nonetheless." His eyes were glistening in the morning sunlight, eyes looking into yours like he had found a gem. "I'd get to reading before you get any spoilers. It's a dangerous time right now."

"I'll be sure to keep a lookout if you promise to be the person to discuss theories with." Hand outstretched, Nicholas waited to see if you'd accept his proposal or not.

"Sounds like a plan to me." You took his hand in yours, the fingers calloused yet somehow still soft as you shook hands. Eventually, the two of you parted ways, your mind questioning if you had a fever dream or not. Regardless, you had a book to start. Time was ticking.

Four hours later, you get a text from Nicholas saying, "I don't know, but Dain sounds like a tool." And thus your relationship with Nicholas Ruffilo officially started.

[danganronpafan777]

Since there Dra Boys first Kiss how about one for Dra Girls first kiss 💋😚 to there Y/N

okay! Somehow it’s even worse than the Dra bois one- Kizuna Tomori:

You found yourself gasping in surprise as Kizuna landed a flip in the air followed by a perfect split

The crowd went wild in response, pumping up their fists and cheering Kizuna's name

Kizuna was your best friend, who were you to not join them?

As usual, the team Kizuna was cheering for had won the match, and the crowd continued to chant her name. Kizuna seemed to be sweating by the end of her routine, so you grabbed a bottle of water for her and decided to meet her by the locker rooms. 

You passed by a few of her fellow cheerleaders, who happily greeted you as you complimented them on their routine. 

Still, even after fifteen minutes of waiting outside the locker room, Kizuna didn't come out. You weren't going to barge in in case she was changing, but you were starting to get wor-

SLAM!

The sound of a body hitting metal echoed through the hallway, followed by a yell. Something was happening.

You threw open the door, in case Kizuna had gotten hurt or something.

"Rgh!...Get away from me!"

She wasn't alone, pinned against the lockers by a man you didn't recognize.

The man put his hand on her cheek, to which she abruptly slapped it away. He chuckled in response, before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her again the lockers once again.

"Hey! Get away from her!" You felt yourself shout.

The man snapped his head over to you before throwing his head back with a laugh

"Why should I do that? Why do you even care?" He smirked and cupped her cheek. "I'll let you have seconds." 

You're not a violent person, but your fist sure was. You felt yourself run over to him and right hook the bastard right across the face. He immediately dropped to the floor, holding the spot where you punched him.

"So that's how you want to play!? You little-!"

The man tried to get back up, but Kizuna landed a kick right between his eyes. He screamed in pain for a moment, before looking back at the two of us. Doing the smartest thing he had done so far, he stood up and ran away.

You felt yourself smile as the man ran out the girls locker room door just as reporters and cameramen waited outside to interview Kizuna. The creep would probably find himself on the front page.

"Kizuna, are you oka-"

Kizuna cut you off, grabbing you by the edge of your shirt and pulling you into a kiss.

It was... gentle. And kind. Kizuna had probably kissed over a dozen suitors by now, but this just felt... real.

"...What...was that for...?" You felt yourself whisper, still in a kind of daze.

"As a thank you~"

"F-For what?"

Kizuna paused for a moment, before looking back at you with a genuine, angelic smile.

"For being there." 

Kiyoka Maki:

"It's perfectly safe, Y/n! I promise!"

"I thought you said you've never been on this ride before!"

"Err...well....I haven't, but it wouldn't be here if it wasn't safe!"

You scratched the back of your head, looking back up at the nightmare of a rollercoaster that Kiyoka wanted to go on. 

"...I...are you sure I can't sit this one out?"

"Y/n, please! It's not nearly as scary as it looks!"

You looked back at the ride. Any ride with the name "Devil's Flight" already has a hell no vibe to it, but the fact that it was the girl you liked, who was asking for you to sit next to her on a joyride, could you really say no?

"....Ok. Just...ugh, I'm going to regret this."

And regret it you did.

You screamed your heart out, clinging to Kiyoka during every twist and turn. Kiyoka just laughed, throwing her hands up. 

As terrifying as the experience was, and the fear sinking in as the roller coaster headed upwards for the grand drop, you couldn't help but stare at your crush. Her blonde and orange ombré hair drifting behind her, her blue eyes sparkling as she had the biggest smile on her face. 

She turned back to you, her face appearing angelic as her smile seemed to shine.

"Are you ready?"

Her words snapped you out of the daydream as you looked down, seeing the giant drop awaiting you. Then the fear came back to you all in one instant. 

Why did you agree to this!? You were going to die, there was no way you would make it out of this alive. 

Your fear only grew as you reached the top, grasping Kiyoka's hand as your life flashed before your eyes. You have done so much in your life, and you were about to die without even telling your crush how you felt. 

Mere seconds before the roller coaster dropped, you tugged Kiyoka's hand, and placed your lips on hers just as the world began to fall around you. 

Was it the roller coaster or the butterflies in your stomach?

Either way, the feeling wasn't unpleasant, especially when you felt her kiss back.

The two of you pulled away for air just as the ride came to a stop, your hands still interlocked

It was a few moments before Kiyoka broke the silence.

"Can we...do that again?"

Rei Mekaru:

“Um, Rei? Is this the correct formula?”

Rei turned back to you, raising an unamused eyebrow before rolling her eyes at your obviously wrong answer. She adjusted the goggles on her head and quickly finished setting up the beakers.

“Plank’s constant is six point six two six times ten to the power of negative twenty six, Incompetent. Did it cross your miniature mind that number might be too large?” 

“This is chemistry, I don’t know what the hell we’re doing.” 

She sighed in annoyance for probably the tenth time in the past hour. 

“Even if your brain doesn’t work, I sure hope your eyes do.” Rei said as she began to pour some kind of powder into the liquid filled beaker. You were going to wait till she cooled down before telling her that you had no idea what either of those substances were.

“Ouch. That’s a new one. Are you thinking of majoring in insults when you go to college?”

“I already go to college, idiot. I’m a professor.” She replied, continuing to pour the powder into the beaker.

“Well, then you should be the professer of-… Is it supposed to be sizzling?”

“..?” Rei turned back to the beaker just as the mixture began to bubble.

“Rei look out..!” 

You found yourself grabbing her arm and pushing her behind you as the beaker burst right in front of you. You held your arms in front of your face as glass flew everywhere.

You didn’t move, keeping your arms out as your ears continued to ring. It wasn’t until you felt a familiar hand angrily pulling you out of the classroom that you began to move.

“Hey..! Hey! I can move on my own!” 

“Took you long enough!” She spat, bringing you out of the classroom and forcing you on a nearby bench. It was then that you noticed your arms being littered with pieces of glass. 

“Shit, I think we’re gonna need tweezers for this. Can you get Kanata?” You asked her.

“You…idiot!” 

“How am I the idiot!? You were the one to add too much of the stuff to the other stu-“

She cut you off, grabbing you by the shirt with her lips meeting yours. 

It was definitely a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. You kissed back, going to cup her cheek before your arms erupted in pain. You winced a bit, pulling your arms back as Rei abruptly ended the kiss and seemed to stomp away, her heels clicking on the ground, presumably to get Kanata. 

If you weren’t busy wondering what the hell just happened, you might have noticed the blush spreading across her face.

Mikako Kurokawa:

The room was… awkward to say the least. 

Ever since you got kidnapped and forced to participate in a killing game, you couldn’t deny your curiosity for the usually quiet exorcist. Oddly enough, she felt… familiar to you. 

Everyone else seemed to be suspicious of her and her sudden headaches, but you never hesitated to help her. Everyone else seemed confused on why you seemed to trust and protect her so much. To be honest, you were just as confused as they were.

So, you decided to invite her to your room, just to chat.

Yeah, that went as well as you might have thought.

You started with simple conversations, telling her about yourself. She didn’t seem to react to anything you said, almost as if she had heard these stories already. You told a few jokes, to which she might try to smile, before flinching in pain and holding her head.

“Are you alright, Mikako? I’m worried about you. We all are. You know that we’re your friends right? We’re here for you.” 

“…”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I trust you. I don’t know why… but I don’t think you’re going to hurt anyone.”

She seemed to twitch.

“I know this is hard. It’s been hard on everyone. I’m not going to force you to open up to us, but my door’s always open for you.”

Her hands began to lightly shake.

“Mikako… is everything….really okay with you?”

She sniffled, her eyes filling with tears. You outstretched your arms, gently pulling her into a hug. 

Her body shook with sobs as you slowly rubbed her back. The two of you stayed like that for a while. It wasn’t until the nighttime announcement when she slowly pulled away.

“Hey, it’s alright. We’re friends, okay?”

She shook her head, a distant look in her eyes.

With tears rolling down her face, she brought your lips together.

Multiple emotions seemed to rush through your body all at once. 

Love. Comfort. Familiarity.

Mikako… she was special to you. Even if she knew more than she seemed, she wanted nothing less than to save everyone. You were positive of that fact. 

Her body shook as she coughed and coughed, holding her head. Sending you that message hurt her, but she needed you to know. Monokuma had taken everything from her, you were all she had left.

As she fell unconscious on her bed, you held her in your arms. You were even more confused now, but you could trust her. You tucked her into the bed before placing a wet towel on her forehead. 

You hesitated for a moment, before letting your emotions take over. You kissed her forehead and got into bed beside her.

Whatever was happening, the two of you were in it together.

Ayame Hatano:

The air felt refreshing as the wind blew through your hair, shaking the trees and falling leaves around you. 

You continued running, your face dripping with sweat and your legs aching with pain. 

"A-Ayame! Can we...take a break?" You heaved a sigh of exhaustion as you came to a stop. Ayame, who was a few feet ahead of you, trying not to outrun you but still accidentally leaving you in the dust, eventually turned over her shoulder and came to a stop. 

"Y/n! You're not too tired are you? Sorry, I… started to zone out."

"I'm fine. Do you have some f/d in your bag?"

"Hold on. Let me check..." Ayame placed down a backpack she was carrying and began to shuffle through it. As she searched for your favorite drink, you noticed her hands trembling. 

"Ayame? Are you alright? Is it too cold?"

"Huh? N-No... I'm okay, just a bit nervous right now." 

"Nervous? About what?" You tiled your head. Sure, Ayame had been acting strange, but you didn't think too much of it. She usually becomes less stressed after jogging. Now, she seemed even more nervous.

Ayame turned red and began to stumble over her words.

"S-Sorry, I-I said too much. I'm just rambling again. Ignore me." 

Without thinking, I lightly grabbed her hands, which were still shaking and sorting through the backpack. 

"Hey, if something's bothering you, you can tell me. I know I'm not Akane, but I'm still your frie-"

"Idon'twanttobefriends!" She blurted out, before quickly covering her mouth. 

"I...oh...." 

Huh... that hurt.

"Th-That's not what I meant!" 

You turned to leave. That explained a lot. Why she seemed to act different around you, why she was acting so weird just being with you... She didn't like you.

How could you ever think that a girl like her would like you?

"It's... okay, Ayame. Sorry, I guess I'm bothering you. I'll just-"

"W-WAIT!"

You turned back, hearing the quick and rapid sounds of the footsteps of the Ultimate Sprinter, and feeling your lips connect with the girl of that same title. 

After a long moment, she pulled away, her face the same color as her jacket. 

"Y/n...I...I like you. I really like you. And...I want to be more than friends."

You felt your lips with your hand, still in shock, "Ayame..." 

"I...I'm sorry this is so sudden. I was going to tell you while we jogged so I asked Akane to skip jogging with us today and suggested that the two of us take the long route but I ended up zoning out and I'm still rambling-"

You cut her off this time, grabbing the neck of her jacket and pulling her in for another kiss.

Her eyes widened in shock for a moment before she melted into your arms.

Akane Taira:

The kitchen was silent except for the sound of running water and Akane's sweet yet near silent humming. 

You were quiet yourself, mainly focusing your mind on cleaning the dishes in front of you. You found yourself looking back at Akane every now and then, but quickly returned your gaze back to the task at hand. 

Akane found herself staring at you as well, smiling whenever you caught her and giggling to herself when she saw you blush over it. 

"...Thanks for helping me, Y/n."

"Hm? Oh, no problem, Akane." You smiled back at her, continuing to scrub a plate. 

Akane began to place the plates back into Hope's Peak's nearly neverending cupboards. 

She smiled, "I appreciate how you're always willing to help me! It means a lot to have someone like you by my side."

"..You mean a lot to me too, Akane." 

"...!?"

You turned around just in time to see her face turn red and she briefly stumbled. She got back on her feet quickly, but the movement was enough to make one of her plates fall from her stack.

CRASH!

Akane yelped at the sound.

"Crap!" You looked around, remembering a dust pan in one of the school pantries and quickly left to go find it.

"Y/n..! W-Wait!"

"I'll be right ba-"

"DON'T LEAVE ME!" 

You froze, not used to Akane raising her voice like that. You turned back to look at Akane, head in her hands. 

"Akane..?"

She looked up at you, tears in her eyes. You slowly approached her, raising your hands to show you meant no harm, but she flinched the second your hand went up. 

"Akane.. It's okay. I'm here. I'm sorry, I won't leave you."

You knelt down to her and held your arms out, going to hug her while giving her space to pull away. 

She didn't. 

She cried a bit into your shoulder, but you didn't mind. You continued whispering words of comfort into her ear, until she finally seemed to calm down.

"Are you alright now, Akane?"

"I..Sorry, Y/n...I'm not usually like this with people. I guess... you're different."

"Do you... think I'm one of those people?" You asked hesitantly, remembering what she told you about her past, and the people she had encountered at her orphanage.

"No! No... you're nothing like them. I mean... I trust you. I trust you and like you more than anyone. And I'm scared, that you'll leave me, and... and I..."

Akane stopped talking, putting her hand on your cheek and slowly bringing your faces closer.

You let it happen, taking in the warmth of her lips and the care you both shared for each other.

As the two of you needed air, you broke your lips apart. Even then, there was only one thing you could tell her.

"Akane... I'll never abandon you."

Satsuki Iranami:

"Y/nnn! Watch this!"

You looked back up to see Satsuki attempting the trapeze again. 

Yes, your favorite clown was going to attempt to grab onto a small stick in the air held up by two pieces of string from a tower that was no less than over a hundred feet above the ground. This was not going to end well...

"S-Satsuki! Careful! Wait for the trapeze to swing a little closer to-"

Ignoring your warnings as usual, Satsuki leapt from the tower, jumping arms first to grab the trapeze swing. You'd consider yourself lucky to be watching your friend practice if she wasn't so unlucky while she was practicing. 

She reached her hands out at the last second, missing the swing by less than a centimeter and falling onto the matt below. 

"SATSUKI!"

You bolted over to her. Even with the gym matt, it was a long fall, and it wouldn't be impossible for her to have broken a limb. Thankfully, she seemed okay, even if her eyes seemed to be swirling  around in circles.

"Satsuki, you have to be more careful! You could have gotten seriously hurt!"

You found yourself scolding her.

Satsuki, still on the ground, just gave a thumbs up,

"Satsuki thinks it was worth it!"

"You could have died!"

Satsuki, with her usual happy and wide smile, popped back up like a jack-in-the-box, as if she was never hurt in the first place.

"Kyahaha! Not the first time! Does Y/n looove me or something~?" She teased.

You stammered and stumbled over your words for a moment, Satsuki getting closer and her grin getting wider with every fault in your voice. 

You know what? Screw this.

"...Yeah, I do. And I care about you and I don't want you to get hurt again!"

 Satsuki's eyes seemed to widen a bit. You knew about her past with her family, and how her brother was the only person who seemed to care for her. Her life had few people who genuinely cared about her.

But it was also filled with jokes.

"Aww! Y/n really does care about little ol' me! Maybe next time they’ll -"

You placed your hands on her cheeks, your thumbs directly under the little golden crescent moon and star on her hat, and pulled her into a kiss. 

She thought you were joking? You just had to prove how serious you were.

"There's not going to be a next time. You're taking a break."

Satsuki, her face comically pink, found herself nodding in response, even if she couldn't comprehend a word you just said.

Kanata Inori:

You took a brief glance at your clock when you heard the door to your dorm click open. 

"Twenty four hour shift again, Kanata?" You made your way off the couch, hearing a tired mumble in response. 

You saw her begin to reach for a cup of coffee, but you lightly swatted her hand away.

"No coffee, Kanata. You need sleep." You told her, receiving a small whine in response.

You hung up her jacket for her, asking about her day. You heard little of what she was saying, but she seemed to have a good day, after successfully completing a heart transplant.

"I'll put a movie on for us, okay? Cmon, we'll sleep on the couch." You told her, knowing some white noise could calm her, and she probably felt bad for missing your movie night.

Kanata, sighing a final time in exhaustion, nodded. 

You smiled to yourself, gently guiding her to the couch and wrapping a blanket around the two of you. You felt her curl into your arms and rest her head in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through her undone hair as her breathing began to even, and kissed her forehead as she dozed off.

"Mmm..." You felt the tickle on your neck of her groan.

"Are you hungry?" You asked her. She shook her head.

"What is it then?"

You felt a tiny hand lazily grab your cheek on softly pull you down to her. 

"...Kanata? Wha-"

Your eyes widened as you felt her warm lips on yours. 

You could feel her exhaustion in the kiss, but also her love for you. She wanted to come home earlier, but her work forces her to work long hours. She might be exhausted, but this was something she had wanted to do for a while.

You kissed back, reciprocating your love for her as she sank back into your arms.

You found yourself laying there, blushing to yourself as your girlfriend finally fell sleep

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Hello, I happened to come across today the post you made about Jinx and Silco's relationship and you mentioned that you dislike Cait. It's not a really common opinion in the fandom, and because I more than dislike her a little I would love for you to elaborate on it.

Thanks for the ask, Anon. I'll try to elaborate without painting too big a target on my back for Cait lovers, who, as I understand it, are a majority in the Arcane fandom.

This answer is 2.8k words, so have fun, and I'm hiding the rest because nobody needs that much on their dash.

First off I'd like to stress I don't hate Cait as a character, and that I'm capable of making the difference between what I'd like to see and what the show runners wanted us to see. A lot of my distaste for her lies in that in-between space. None of this applies to fanfic Cait, as of course people can take her any direction they want.

Cait, as a concept, is an interesting character. There are ways for her to develop in season 2 that can make her more loveable for me... But I admit I'm sort of pre-disposed to dislike her.

I think there are some ways the script could have been doctored to make her inherently more likeable, and for her to not ruin Vi's character so much. That's right, I'm showing my soft belly for Caitvi lovers to bite into: I actually don't like Caitvi as a season 1 ship, and think Cait contributes to making Vi's act II-III character worse.

Ok, let's take it slowly.

Cait is the top 0.01% of the uber rich in universe, in a show asking us to sympathise with the people who are being controlled, exploited and killed by that ruling class. (And polluted!)

Cait is a cop. Cait went out of her way to become a cop, it's clearly not what Cassandra wanted for her. I'm rather on the ACAB side of the fence, so again she doesn't quite recommend herself.

She is shown to be more of an investigator at the start, so I was actually curious at first. Would she be some sort of Sherlock type? But no. Turns out Cait is the entitled kind of vigilante.

So, like, of course the show frames this as good. It's good that Cait goes to investigate, because Marcus is corrupt. The truth would never air, and she'd never figure out who is behind the bombings if it weren't for her private investigation. Private detectives who go rogue are typically the heroes of their stories, and we usually root for them.

But the issues pile up with Cait: She refuses to take her firing as having any meaning. She keeps wearing her uniform after she knows she isn't on the force, and forges documents (and Jayce's seal) to get what she wants.

Although she acts "for good", that's not her actual stated motivations. Cait's only stated motivations are to catch the perp. Funnily enough, she's a lot like Jinx. She wants to prove herself. She thinks she's right, she's close to wrapping her case and she doesn't trust her colleagues to do it, so she goes and usurps power and impersonates an officer to do it herself.

My issue here is she does all that NOT KNOWING Marcus is corrupt. This would be a totally different vibe if she knew he was a pawn for a powerful undercity "industrialist".

There is also the aspect that she studies Zaun and its criminal underground extensively... And yet never went?

I've been told "her parents must not allow her!"

And I reply: So what? The moment she has a good reason to go, she just straight up goes, and suffers zero repercussions for doing so! She never voices any complaints or anything about the Undercity being off limits to her.

She doesn't know about the suffering in Zaun. She says she had no idea it was this bad... How sheltered can you get, that you study a place and its rampant crime, fill up a map, get called "obsessed" over it, but you somehow never had the motivation or curiosity to go there?

This ties into another aspect of Cait which I dislike, which is again completely involuntary and an artefact of the show's strict timetable.

She doesn't share anything about herself. Not even to Vi. We virtually know nothing about her except that she likes to shoot guns and looks up to chief-ACAB Grayson (my beloved). Even on the bed scene with Vi, it's only ever Vi opening up and sharing. And you may say, "yeah but we only see a glimpse, I'm sure Cait shared stuff too". And yes, sure... But Vi is making a comment about the place when they break in... That reveals she has NO idea it's Cait's home!

That's one of the thing I'd suggest editing out to give the impression that Cait has explained things and that Vi doesn't learn she's a Councillor's daughter until after breaking her into her own home.

Cait learns about Vi's past, again and again, and shares nothing about herself. Even when faced with the Firelights, she "knows a friend on the Council" but fails to mention her mom is there too. In front of Ekko, I get, but... What does Vi know about Cait? Canonically???

Back on track.

Cait being surprised that a city riddled with violent crime is actually a miserable place to live in left me feeling like she needs to see the misery to feel it, and somehow failed to extrapolate and empathise from all her "obsessive" research.

There's lots and lots of good reasons for her to not have gone there yet... But it's half her city and again, she's a cop!! I've once been told "Maybe her parents don't allow for her to be sent to Zaun" and I'm like, all right, so her colleagues were totally right for making fun of her, she's an over-privileged and sheltered kid.

And HEY, that's a fine character trait. My issue with it is that it doesn't come across as intentional. It comes across as the writers showing their hand through her. Cait needs to show shock at the poor Zaunites... A real world Cait would probably not be shocked, because she could hardly discover such stuff at her age and station. The show also doesn't expect us to criticise Cait for being the way she is. Show Cait is "naive" and at the start of her character arc, but I really didn't get the feeling she was meant to be seen the way I perceive her. She's very much "uwu good girl protagonist, also she's hot and smart, please don't think about her actions too hard haha".

On to the meeting with Vi.

I feel like there Cait shows us that she also doesn't have a very strong sense of Justice or Fairness. Again, that might be intentional, but I doubt it. She knows that Vi is in the worst prison around because "No reason actually, there wasn't even a trial".

This is as unfair as it gets. She asks, Vi gives her a flippant answer, and bam, Cait doesn't show enough interest to get to the bottom of this. Vi wouldn't help, so fine, Cait just leaves.

She won't free Vi out of her good heart, but only once her fear makes her act, when Vi threatens that the Undercity will eat her alive.

My fix, to start Caitvi on a better footing, would be this:

Vi is flippant and refuses to answer. Cait shrugs and leaves, and when Vi says the undercity will eat her alive, she leaves ANYWAY. Cut to Vi hearing the Warden come and tensing... And she's actually being released. She walks out of the prison, and down to the dock, perplexed. Cait is waiting there next to the boatman she hired. She waves Vi over and says she may as well share the ride.

Vi is surly and silent for a while, before asking Cait why she had her released. Cait would shrug, say it was the fair thing to do, considering she was never even tried.

THEN Vi would accept to guide her in Zaun, knowing that it might lead her to her sister. Mutually beneficial thing, but on a better footing. This would establish that Cait has a moral compass, and give a basis for Vi to trust that maybe this enforcer is not entirely rotten.

Because in the show, so far, we only know that Cait is a cop because SHE LIKES SHOOTING GUNS and the one woman who could out-shoot her showed her the way. It's never established that Cait has some great inner sense of Justice, or a drive to save the people or anything. Grayson, in that one speech about why she needs to know how to shoot, inherits a greater sense of her dedication to peace and being a Good Cop TM than Cait ever gets. Cait is show to want to solve mysteries, and does the right thing in the fire... but so do all the asshole cops, rushing into a burning tent to rescue a little girl.

Cait becomes a vigilante to prove she "can do it". She's not a Good Cop TM.

Right, on to caitvi specific grief.

For me, I see absolutely zero reasons for Vi to be anything but hyper-wary of Cait. She's an enforcer, literally the type of person she has all the reasons in the world to hate most, and we're shown and told all of those reasons. She's spent her entire late teens being beaten in prison thanks to an enforcer. She's seen enforcers shoot people point blank. She considers her mother killed by enforcers.

Do you think anyone IRL would have this level of hate for authority/oppression tools such as enforcers, come out of a multi years stint in the worst prison possible, and fall in love with one such enforcer overnight?

"But Cait is hot and Vi is horny, and Cait is a good cop and—"

And canonically it's never shown that Cait is good actually, just that she abuses her power, is entitled, and has terminal main character syndrome (meaning she does all that while it being cast as a "good thing" by the show. We're meant to consider this all Good-and-Fun).

And I'm sorry, but I can't. Cait finds Vi in prison, being chronically abused, and that budding relationship starts within hours of her freeing her. I can't associate that with "healthy".

I don't think it's Good or Fun that Vi immediately starts having feelings for an enforcer (and the 1% to top it off), no matter who that enforcer is, or how cute they are, and that this enforcer would allow it/go for it without having the wherewithal to see how potentially unhealthy this is, and that this person (Vi) needs time to find themselves outside of prison first.

I just don't buy their relationship on that spectrum. Begrudging, hard earned respect, I can get into. But the show doesn't give us time or opportunity to get there.

I think the show chickens out of taking the time to make Vi scary and broken. To make her hate and distrust Caitlyn, who is the pretty face of oppression, who didn't even think to release her on her own after finding she was wrongfully imprisoned, and instead needed to be threatened.

They unrealistically sped up their relationship, most likely because they wanted to give the fandom an (implied, F/F) relationship to keep everyone buzzing until season 2.

Anyway, a better caitvi dynamic, imo, is a dark Vi who hates and distrusts Cait, and a naive, entitled Cait but with a strong sense of justice, who earns Vi's respect by not falling into the typical cop or one-percenter grooves, or trying her best when called out on it.

Leaving Vi's warming up to Cait for season 2, and for them to actual common grounds besides "you're hot" and "we spent 48h together" would have been ideal.

Cait going on to not become Sheriff (maybe more of a PI?) and Vi not becoming an enforcer, would also be ideal, but I guess I'm demanding too much. Especially when it comes to Vi, who was all over the place in that last act.

Poor Anon, you'd also be shocked to know how much I dislike act II-III Vi, considering how much I write her myself. But Vi is an interesting character who gets shafted by the narrative and its time constraints, and is a pleasure to write in fix-its, while Cait is a 1% cop gone vigilante as the core of her narrative, so, yeah...

The firelights come in as a final point of dislike... They muddy the waters in the show, casting Silco as a moral-free villain while offering no solution for the whole of Zaun in their rebellion against him and Piltover both. They also give Cait a safe soundboard to tell a Zaunite to please "not do violence because violence is not the solution uwu". Try saying that to Silco's face lol

I just... really disliked that from the show, not only from Cait, because it felt like this was the middle ground message I was meant to accept. Both Silco and Piltover get vilified, and the Firelights and Cait are these half baked middle grounds of true goodies, who offer nothing tangible.

At the very least she has no ground to stand on to tell Ekko, or any Zaunite, that violence isn't the solution. The show went out of its way to establish that piltover and the Council will stop at nothing to keep Zaunites oppressed and working for them. It's in every arc.

IMO that justifies Silco's revolt. I mean his violent revolution plans, not whatever undefined stuff he has going on in act II-III. But then I'm French and I grew up being taught that decapitating kings was a Good Thing. And I strongly believe that violence CAN be a necessary part of revolution. The show proves that protests, violent or not, were not even cutting it.

Cait comes down to Zaun, sees the misery, hears from Vi about losing her parents to enforcers... and tells another Zaunite to chill and not attack her people.

Yeah, to me, that looked like no arc at all. She's justified in her actions by the reveal that Marcus was a mole/owned by Silco... So everything she did to uncover Jinx was justified.

Then there's this one good thing, in the final bit, where her story for a brief moment mirrors Vi's.

Remember how Vi makes her first grown up decision, to take responsibility for her actions and stand up to protect her family... And Vander takes it away from her, throwing her down into the basement?

Then Vi and Cait face the Council, and Cait steps up and looks like she's about to LIE to the Council to protect Vi. She's about to ruin the entire point of her going on a vigilante trip in the first place by hiding the truth she's learnt about Jinx...

But Vi stops her, pushes her hand (and her help) away, and throws her own sister under the bus by naming her to the Council. (Yeah, for the LIFE OF ME I cannot comprehend what Vi is meant to think she's doing there. She's basically condemning her sister to death or the rest of her life in Stillwater. What other things does she think she's achieving? A question for another time).

Finale Cait is very much used to just play with Jinx's projections and doesn't do much as a character that would make me feel either way.

As a result I'm left with a Cait who has no great personality. She likes shooting. She liked science a bit, maybe, as a kid? She doesn't mind forgery or abuse of power if it's done by her. She's got a good analytical mind (reconstructs crime scene) but very low empathy (literally can't fathom people would be miserable in Zaun despite years of obsessive research). And that's it. Jayce has more character than her. Heck, we know more about Heimerdinger than Cait, and he's at least fun to hate lol.

She comes off as an entitled brat who doesn't do a whole lot of growth, doesn't learn any valuable lessons, and doesn't see any issues with falling in love with someone like Vi, despite the insane power imbalance between them and Vi's crazy baggage.

And most of this is not "her fault" but the way the writers characterised her, in a show with a shit ton of characters with very complex plot intermingling.

But it's also a show from a game that has her as a sheriff, has hot police skins, and used to have a bunch of police brutality jokes as Vi's voice lines. So yeah, I don't think her creators consider people like me Cait's target audience.

I have, however, read some excellent fics that made a great use of Cait, though not often because I simply don't browse the Caitvi tag. But plenty of fans like her without liking her sheriff/cop side and have done fabulous work to characterise her away from that and give her... Depth, personality, all of that.

So yeah, not holding my breath for season 2, but who knows.

[my-shields-are-down]

Heyyy

Did you enjoy the Valentines episode of The Rookie yesterday? Did you like the chenford content we got?

Hello -

Popular question! I have thoughts.

Generally speaking, I liked the episode. I thought the story lines were great, I loved the "found family" vibe, I am very interested in Celina's murdered sister story, I laughed at all the couples having fights on Valentines Day, and I loved the Chenford content we got.

My big complaints/issues. I'll address these first and then move onto what I loved.

one - I want more smooches between Tim and Lucy. Even a quick kiss here or there would be great. I don't need tons of sex scenes - there are a couple of fan fic writers who have that shit locked down. I can get any variety of smut on AO3.

two - while the main action stories were good and interesting, they weren't great. There was a lack of urgency and excitement (a/k/a "oomph") in both the Ebola and the sarin gas story lines. The episode could have been better in that regard. I felt like these stories were "scratching the surface" of the topics.

three - as usual they were cramming 4+ stories into a single episode instead of focusing on just 2-3. Trying to include everything left a lot of unanswered questions and dangling storylines. Whether or not they are addressed in future episodes remains to be seen, but we don't have that many episodes left this season.

Now for what I really enjoyed about the episode.

+ I totally get why Bailey was mad at John. Him swooping in to save the day was annoying. That said, I want to hire him for the next time I have to call my mail-order-prescription delivery service. 9 times out of 10 I end up yelling at the imbecile who is not taking notes during our conversation and not expediting the order. I would love for him to just handle that for me.

+ I loved the Chenford content we got. I've basically wiped out all of my expectations for these two fictional characters, so I am always grateful and surprised at what new tidbits we get in an episode. We now know that Tim sometimes sleeps in a shirt - why god why! - and that he defers to let Lucy sleep on HIS side of the bed. Tim's a romantic that somehow found time between his new demanding job and Lucy to go jewelry shopping!!! He's a bigtime softie - especially for Lucy. He basically let her off the hook for keeping him in the dark by accepting her non-apology. they have an active, active sex life requiring fuel for extended sessions, they go out to eat as much as they eat in, Tim notices her outfits. Tin got them a reservation out on the busiest restaurant day of the year. Lucy flirted with other men at UC School. Lucy was first in her class at UC School. I'd bet $$ that Noah hit on Lucy and she turned him down - not because of Chris, but because of Tim. Lucy openly touches Tim now. And many more juicy tidbits.

+ I liked that all the couples were fighting. I personally am not a Valentine's Day fan. I think it's a stupid event to generate sales for multiple industries. but whatever. One of the writers is an Alias fan with the Charlie Bristow character. Another secret sister to Sidney. Hello! + I am very interested to see where things go with Celina's sister's murder. I thought it was a little pompous of Nolan to pre-screen the file for her. But as she is his trainee, I guess it makes some kind of sense.

I loved the found family random conversation generator event on open mic.

I loved that grumpy Tim, and slightly jealous confused Tim was back.

I am glad they found a way for Tim to ride with Lucy - they have such a great rapport.

But there are some issues lurking in the darkness and which likely will pop up again before the end of the season:

Tim stressing about not being able to handle multiple calls. How does he manage that? Metro still has the potential as a stressor on this relationship. We need more information about what Tim heard and what people are saying about Lucy's maneuvers.

If Lucy was #1 in her UC Academy Class - you can bet she was recruited as an UC officer right out of the gate. Why didn't she go that way, why did she go back to patrol? She and Chris were still together at that point.

The whole UC career thing will be a stressor - what happens when Lucy is offered or asked to go on a long term assignment. We know Dm/Jake comes back. Will Juicy? Will she have to stay under for longer time without him? What will that do to their relationship? Won't be as hard now as later when kids are involved but could cause some stress for Tim.

Chris Sanford comes back next episode - I'm guessing because he's the only DA left who can prosecute Elijah. I'm also guessing there won't be any Chenford angst there. too much action other places to focus on that.

But generally speaking, I'm happy. and if I wasn't? I'd either rewatch one of the earlier episodes, or read through the 2500+ fan fic stories on AO3. Plenty of stories abound to make me happy, not all of them visual, on tv, or on Tuesday nights.

[dreamwritesimagines]

It’s CMA-

Dream do you watch TTRPG’s at all? Specifically I’m thinking of a court of fey and flowers on dimension 20 because the regency vibes are just MWAH and I was wondering if you were at all familiar with it.

Either way, getting on with it and taking notes as I read as usual:

Awww Lottie!! Love her and I love that we’re activity the entire support system for this. Also Lottie promising to always be with her??? I love her your honor

Wait is Lottie either going to tell Benedict off or does she know what the secret is????

“I’m quite familiar with that concept” BEN NO omggg that’s so sad 😭

Plot twist teddy has a crush on Ben now not Lottie lmao /j

OH I bet lady Margery was helping him get that rose middlemist or something??? That’s why they’re in the greenhouse???? Right???? Please dream let that be the reason

Fuck clover did u rly have to do him dirty like that??? I know ur insecure but damn lmao

Also yayyy I’m glad I was right!! And that’s so sweet of him to prepare all this for her

Lmao I feel like the house staff would’ve known that Ben was preparing a surprise for clover or at least seen the packages of plants and gardening supplies being delivered so like why they gotta be spreading rumors and saying stuff like that lmao.

Ur telling me the gardener kept this 100% secret… sure jan /j

Also I bet she’s going to say ily but I lowkey kind of want Ben to not reply right away because what she said was so hurtful. Like damn clover every time ur a little bit stressed you say the meanest shit /hj

Girl he literally sketched the flower for you when you fainted. He had to look that shit up in a book so he knew what to draw and ur saying he doesn’t remember ur favorite flower??? Have you forgotten how down bad he is for you??? Facepalming all over the place lol

Fuck ben that’s so much work and he got this plan started before they were even married or if he knew she liked him back

This is like the greatest gesture of love of all time. And like even him continuing it by having it so that he can have the other greenhouse set up so that she never has to be without her garden even though she’s not even using it right now and I just-

Thank god she finally got her head out of her ass lmao. Finally clover, it’s a long time coming

Lmao thinking of flowers even when they’re about to fuck like yeah that tracks. I wonder if Ben is offended tho lol

Oh I forgot! This is in the rain! (Sort of. They’re wet is my point). It was a dark and stormy night… v romantic haha

Awww well I’m glad they’re happy at least. I hope her parents don’t ruin it…. (To which I’m sure Dream’s reply will be ‘😏😈’)

Awww sweet chapter; good job gang it all worked out.

CMA hi my love! 🥰

I don't watch them actually but they look so much fun😁 I'd love to get into it sometime ❤️

Lottie immediately turned overprotective just like Anthony 🥰 They both care about her a lot ❤️

Oh Lottie had no idea what the secret was ❤️ She just went there to tell Benedict off and also forgive him loll😂

Omg 😁 Oh Teddy just looks up to Benedict so much, he's his role model ❤️

Asdfghjkl an air raid siren started going off in Clover's head the moment she heard Benedict and Margery were alone in that greenhouse at night 😈 While she wasn't homeeee😈

I feel like people knew for sure, but they were told to not tell anyone, especially Clover 😁

I don't think Clover realizes just how in love with him he is 😂 THE DRAWING YES! 😁

Fuck ben that’s so much work and he got this plan started before they were even married or if he knew she liked him back THIS! ❤️

Exactly, he started on that after they talked at that flower exhibition, while she was still being snarky with him whenever they had a conversation 😂 Like, they weren't even courting! ❤️

Loll I think Benedict found that amusing 😂 Her thinking of flowers even then 😁

I love rain scenes so much! ❤️

Awww well I’m glad they’re happy at least. I hope her parents don’t ruin it…. (To which I’m sure Dream’s reply will be ‘😏😈’)

😏😈

Thank you so so much for this my love! 🥰

[dwtsfun]

Thoughts on the Marathon

This was me the whole time

So let's just start here. The marathon has been done many times throughout the seasons and the order has usually always made sense. Even though certain choices can be debated, usually it's a conversation of 10th vs 9th vs 8th or 1st and 2nd. It's never a person going out first when they probably should've been 6th or 7th or 6th when they should've been in the top 3. And that's what happened last night. So let's look at the actual order and talk about it.

11. Daniel and Britt 10. Vinny and Koko 9. Jordin and Brandon 8. Joseph and Daniella 7. Wayne and Witney 6. Gabby and Val 5. Charli and Mark 4. Trevor and Emma 3. Heidi and Artem 2. Shangela and Artem 1. Jessie and Alan

I'm not deaf, so I won't be talking about the issues surrounding that with the marathon. I do have concerns about him being thrown in the corner, but that might've been a place he actually asked for that would best accommodate him. I can't make comments about that. BUT, what I will say is that he shouldn't have been the first out. He was dancing. He was mostly on time. The technique was passable. His issues weren't that bad. But having him out before Jessie and Trevor, two people I felt should've been first and second out, was when I knew this was some bull. Vinny being out second while again, Jessie and Trevor weren't really contributing much other than lifts and walking, was another red flag. Vinny would've been third out in my book because he was actually dancing and not relying on lifts with subpar dancing.

Now let me talk about Jordin's departure. It was odd. They were doing well. Then Vinny was eliminated and they ushered him out, but they ran into Jordin and Brandon. And literally 10 seconds after Vinny left, they picked up Jordin's name paddle. First, why weren't Vinny ushered into the crowd so that they could head up the stairs toward the side. He's in an awkward place, right next to another couple. Everyone in those spaces should've gone out to the side and the producer should've shown them the CLEAR path so they didn't mess anyone else up. Second, why was Jordin eliminated literal seconds after Vinny? They never do that and in that whole marathon, that was the quickest turn around. The judges know that mistakes like that happen. It was stupid. And again, they should've gone to at least 5th. AT LEAST! It was just STUPID. Joseph went out in the right spot. But again, he was better than Trevor and Jessie, so them still being in while Joseph was eliminated was STUPID.

Now the next big headscratcher. Wayne going out in 7th????? HUH????? He should've been top 3. Not saying he was the clear winner. But him being 7th was foolish. The judges are stupid. Wait a minute, I'm actually getting upset again. I understand that sometimes they have a storyline that they wanna fulfill or whatever. But can they at least make it believable??????? So far, not a single thing they did made sense and I'm looking at these judges, wondering what kind of criteria they used to judge the marathon. At one point on twitter, I asked if they were judging it based on vibes. I cannot believe the decisions the judges continued to make. And y'all know I don't care for Gabby like that. But her being out in 6th????? Again, stupid! She was fine. Not breaking a sweat. And everything Heidi was doing, Gabby did better. So I'm confused. I need to know what they used to make these decisions. Were the judges under the influence? I don't know. It literally made no sense.

Now Charli being out 5th would've made sense if Jessie and Trevor weren't still in, stinking it up with their two bad moves and their poorly (Trevor) executed or ridiculous (Jessie) lifts. They were basically marking the dance. But again, Trevor and Jessie were RIGHT THERE. We finally got Trevor out only after he tripped. All that tells me is they would've taken him to the top 2 easily if he hadn't almost busted his ass. STUPID!

Now the top 3. Heidi was fine. Top 3 was fine. But I just don't understand the decision making. Of the top 2, Shangela should've won. She clearly had it. Shangela ate Jessie up. Jessie winning was bs. I don't get it. I don't think I ever will. That stupid "she needs the points" narrative went way too far. It has happened with several celebs during the marathon, but at least they deserved their placement finishes in the top 3. But Jessie winning was a sham. And if they are gonna use their marathons as a mechanism to push a narrative along, then don't ever bring them back. That was a complete and total sham. And it made me want all of the judges fired. They make questionable decisions all of the time. But last night was egregiously stupid and made me question all of their credentials.

If the person who wins the marathon is only viewed as the person who was up in the air the whole time, kicking her legs, then that's a problem. The show and the judges have once again bit off more than they can chew. They thought they were smarter than the viewers and could pull off this rigged marathon with no one batting an eye. And yet here we are, everyone seeing right through their bs.

The camerawork was dreadful and the fact that two dances were done for the marathon instead of just one, was silly. It made me think there was suppose to be 2 marathons and they just combined it when they found out that Selma was leaving the competition on Monday night.

As for the results, I'm glad that the judges didn't blame us for the wacky bottom 2 that we got. That lays solely at their feet and I hope they felt foolish for having to choose between Heidi and Joseph right now. It should've been Jessie and Trevor. And it probably would've been had the judges actually judged the marathon like they had any kind of sense. That being said, Heidi is not getting votes, so I fully expect her to be gone soon. Yeah, that's it. Let me know your thoughts. And I'll talk to you all soon. Hopefully the judges aren't nearly as bird brained next week as they were on Tuesday.

[veebs-hates-video-games]

I was expecting to talk about 13 Sentinels next because that's what I played next (short version: it's great), but I can't resist complaining about my quickly aborted attempt at playing Persona 5 Royal first. Finally something that lives up to this blog's name for a change after a string of games I really liked for the most part.

I was really excited about finally getting to play it after how many people have kept saying it's one of the best games of the past few years. Oh boy. Nope.

I have limited experience with MegaTen games, but it's mostly been in the slightly to very positive range. I played several hours of Persona 3 a while back and did genuinely like a bunch of stuff about it, and I probably would've even finished it if it'd had some more modern QoL features or the pacing were a bit quicker. It just felt like it was taking forever for the story to go anywhere, but I was enjoying it for the most part.

I also played a bit of Shin Megami Tensei 4 and was really surprised how compelling the first couple hours were when it was a tone/vibe I don't usually go for. Everything about it felt so incredibly deliberate in the way it established the world and premise and pacing. It felt unreasonably hard in an unfair way just in the starting area though, so I quit fairly quickly. It would've been fine if I felt like I had the information I needed to make proper decisions, but if it was available to me I sure never found any of it out.

And my favorite so far that I'm still pretending I'll go back to and finish one of these days has been Tokyo Mirage Sessions, which I apparently really like for most of the reasons a lot of people dislike it. The only reason I took an extended break from it was that some of the boss fights were starting to get increasingly annoying, and I have an aversion to using consumables, and that is not very compatible with this series from what I can tell.

Anyway I was hoping P5 would be a more modern and polished version of what I liked from those, and then it just really wasn't. Well, it started out really strong. The animated opening when I first turned the game on was great, and I spent like a minute or two just flipping back and forth between options on the main menu because the silhouette animations are great. The game even let me choose to deliberately fail almost immediately after starting a new game, which is something I've always appreciated at least since TTYD.

And then basically everything after that except for the music was disappointing.

The characters and early story just weren't really grabbing my interest, the voice acting was surprisingly meh compared to a lot of what I've been playing recently, the starting areas weren't very visually interesting (and look surprisingly bad on the Switch compared to the screenshots and videos I looked at before deciding it would be fine on there instead of my computer), and just running around the world interacting with stuff doesn't feel great.

Like I said on Discord after the first hour, "It feels kind of ridiculous to say with how many people have said it's one of the best games of the past few years, but so far it's probably my least favorite game I've played recently."

I gave it another hour after that and it's just not doing it for me. I'm surprised how bad moving around and interacting with the world feels in such a big and recent game, but if that were it I could get past that. It also just doesn't feel like a good use of my time in general.

I understand that the train station and school are probably deliberately confusing so you can feel like your character does in an unfamiliar location where he doesn't know where he's going or what he's doing, but stuff like that just makes the game not fun. It's just silly that not only does the game not mark anything about where I'm supposed to go on the map or give me useful information to find it myself, it also doesn't tell me which things in the environment I can interact with unless I manually rub against every object in the world like I'm marking my territory.

Oh, you want me to go to a specific room in the school, and it's on the second floor? Where on the second floor? Which wing of the building? Which of the two dozen random doors on the walls are rooms I can go into and which are just going to give me the exact same message about how the second floor has classrooms for second years but I should probably go to the place I already know I'm supposed to instead? Luckily for me I only had to check every single one of them by hand, and more than once because the first time I went past the correct door I was apparently like three pixels off and it didn't give me a prompt to interact with it.

And that's when I decided to just stop playing the game. If even the tutorial is making put up with that nonsense, I am not going to survive another hundred hours. Maybe there's a great game in there somewhere, but I'm not going to find out if you make my starting experience unpleasant and also don't do much to get me invested in pushing past that.

At this point I'm probably going to give TMS#FEE another shot at some point to see if I can get over the increasingly annoying boss fights because I'm more than halfway through it and otherwise having a good time, but beyond that I'm probably permanently done with MegaTen games. They are clearly just not my thing.