#but. I just. they mean so much to me. I'm not an unconditional love type of person but they challenge that

[mccleans]

there was a moment during today's arsenal game when i wanted to be like, team, wake up! you're all looking sleepy and lazy and slow! but then randomly remembered your post being like, look, they get enough hate and i don't want to be that to them, and it just made me realize that, yeah, me too. anyway, your kindness is so powerful and i hope you know what a source of light you are in the world 💖

me reading this right now at 4am

[neon-angels-system]

I'm having a Moment, huh?

[quinnyundertow]

Your writing has made me absolutely fall head over heels in love with Yuta! You write him so well that I look at him in a completely different light now in the manga/anime. Also, I'm very excited for the Toji sequences upcoming in WICYG! xoxo

This made me so damn happy you have no idea! I adore him to know it made you love him more just- BE STILL MY HEART!

I’ve always wanted to write out my Yuta!head-canons and this made me go all in hahaha (Sorry bestie but I hope you enjoy them)

If you forced me to pick a fav from JJK it would 100000% be Yuta. He’s so complex and yet simple as a character. He experienced so much abuse/neglect (from parents, classmates, teachers, even Rika) as a young child due to seeing/having Rika in a non sorcerer environment. Gege said Yuta doesn’t have a close relationship with his parents but is close with a little sister. That’s so easy for me to imagine.

Yuta! Head-canon: His parents are both working full time when the tragedy with Rika happens. They feel so guilty but relieved that their son survived. As time goes on however Yuta won’t stop crying at night about this monster version of his dead best friend haunting him. At first they would pour everything into trying to get him medical help but as the years go by and psychiatrists say he’s seeking attention the care turns to frustration. Probably culminating in a, “Get over it! I don’t want to hear about her ever again!” Type of argument.

Yuta!Head-canon: His little sister would have been a safe person to him. Maybe five years younger than him so they really never talked about that girl Rika who “moved away” when they were little. Rika wouldn’t feel as threatened as she’s his sister and a younger child so I could see her allowing him to form a relationship with him. At least at first. Deep down Rika is kind but she’s still a curse jealousy would crop up or a normal sibling fight could have ended with Rika hurting his little sister only for Yuta to further isolate.

Yuta!head-canon: He is hyper aware of others emotions and if there are changes to someone’s regular personality. He remembers tiny details of everything because that’s how he had to survive growing up. He had to monitor Rika constantly for little changes that could indicate she may explode or cause issues. This aspect also causes him to empathize deeply even with those who may not deserve it. He doesn’t want Rika to kill his bullies because he’s seen the kid menacing him is getting bullied by upperclassmen and understands what that means. That said if they fuck with someone he cares about all that empathy goes out the window and he’s going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Yuta!Head-canon: Yuta has a circle of people very close to him and once you’re in that circle he is a true ride or die. Ask him for anything and trust that shit is getting done no matter how sketchy it sounds. He is the true definition of unconditional love (We all saw how Rika got and he still deeply loved her. ) and would support and trust you totally once you have proved worthy of it by actions.

Yuta!Headcanon: He is quick to fall in love and quick to let them go. If you give him even the littlest bit of praise or extra attention he’s going to get a crush on you. He can’t help it. He’s always held everyone so far away from him so any sort of domestic or doting affection would make him melt. That said he has always had to create firm boundaries around himself and others to protect people so if you told him you’re not interested or not to text you he would abide by that completely.

Yuta!headcanon his personality is that of self sacrifice. He could never be a yandere. He understands and thinks that your life would be better without him in it. How could he try and force someone to be with him? He accidentally did that to Rika and it plagued his mind constantly and was willing to die to let her rest in peace.

I had so much fun writing these out and sorry I hijacked your post!!! I’m so happy you enjoy the story and Toji’s entry should be fun!!!! Thank you for the ask love!!!

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

First I must make it clear that I came for Yves, stayed for Cyprus, and found Mont to be my true love. And Blanche as my confusing friend in the midst.

As a new fan that has been searching through this all, my knowledge isn't the best but I'm trying.

Yves is so interesting but also expansive that I'm having a bit of a hard time grasping it all. He's your personification of infallible unconditional love that people can display right? The mother of mothers.

Yet I can't find myself wanting to be open or close to him even with the knowledge that he won't judge me or that he'll take care of me like I dream of. Almost like I'm expecting him to be this way because I'm already viewing him in that parental role since I can't find mysel liking him romantically.

In contrast the thought of Cyprus doing the chores and cooking like in the Yandere coworker series, it gives me a warm giddy feeling like most yanderes would for me. Because I view him in a more romantic light.

I think that says a lot about how he's written and portrayed subconsciously by you. Since I read about him hating children and pets making me decide not to pursue him romantically it made me view all the other works of him differently.

But what I also found jarring due to that view is the first chapter of [the best and worst of both worlds] where he's so flirty and fun while the reader is this nervous failure in response.

From what I've seen Yves wants to mother and while you did say he would change himself for the reader, he wouldn't upheaval himself.

So what does he do when the reader is someone who wants to mother someone else, much like that one ask about Yves being a monster in law against Monty.

Now that was Yves just not being with reader and reader already with Monty. So if [tbawobw] (I'm sorry lol) had a far more put together reader that didn't stalk or fawn over Yves, how would he go about getting their attention?

Another thing I want to question is about Yves with a guarded reader. Now we know that he's 'okay' (debatable) with a reader that just chooses to keep him as a friend. And that if reader would hate who Yves is as a person, he would manipulate the environment to get their views to broaden before approaching.

But Yves with a reader who is very friendly, warm and caring to everyone but will not get close to them. Texts are dry, conversations never steer into Reader's personal life, such questions get obviously ignored or clearly told 'I'm not comfortable with that' and reader keeps even family apart mentally from their inner thoughts and feelings.

Now Yves has all the info, he's Yves but it means nothing if he can't get the reader to actually open up to him even when they do meet. They could be near homeless and still say 'I'll be fine, [insert clear conversation chang].'

Sure he can gift them all the money and gifts, they'll accept and use it. Only telling him that they used it wisely and appreciated his kindness before keeping the convo minimal. The kind of reader that has no shame in telling Yves that they feel uncomfortable with his amount/type of questions and/or visits.

So let's say he drives them into a corner, not too traumatizing but enough so that reader is forced in his vicinity when they breakdown from stress. He comforts them, reassures them, helps them and what happens?

The exact same thing. And if he does ask why they won't let him of all people close even when he is the first person that reader has broke down in front of, the response he gets is a 'I have never seen you become as unstable as I was in front of you. That dynamic felt unfair and uneven so I'd rather us return to our old one where we both were equals without faults.' and they just end it saying they understand if Yves doesn't want to be friends anymore.

What does he do then? He won't break down, he promised himself after all he's been through. So faking a breakdown won't work but just telling false information doesn't work either. Anymore traumatizing could be permanent too.

Yves could just use his drugs and subtle mind control thing that I'm still not really sure how it works, to nudge reader to accept his kindness. But we've seen it with Yandere Brother before, where some people are stubborn enough to require direct methods. Reader could have that same mental fortitude.

AND we all know this situation would be killing Yves, as he loves to coddle and mother reader. Would sending anyone ahead of himself before they meet even work? Only Yves would have the means necessary to make reader break down and someone else comforting them, someone who does break down in front of reader too making it 'equal' earning Reader's trust and closeness would only backfire.

Because now Reader would have someone to turn to for their emotional needs. Even if Yves killed that person off, Reader would just grow even colder to everyone outside of themself.

If he went the drugging then it goes back to reader continuously only giving in when having breakdowns/being drugged. Both which are harmful long term. And mainly that reader isn't truly turning to Yves out of their own violation but out of habit. It becomes emotionless, almost like a chore. They find no real comfort in Yves fixing their problem or caring for them or being with them. The true reader is even more guarded to him.

I feel like this dynamic would be very depressing for him, this situation in whole would be triggering Yves motherly instincts on full throttle while not letting him do as he wishes to help.

But yeah I only know so much so if there's another ask that goes on this road just link it for me please. If not, I would love to hear your take on how Yves would handle it.

Shifting to another point of Yves, lets rewind to how Yves actually feels not being readers partner. We know he won't date them if they can't handle not having sex or not being faithful.

He becomes the monster in law but there's 3 specific post that I really want to focus on. 1 - how Yves reacts to a respectful reader that ends the relationship 2nd date due to the sex. 2 - how he reacts to Monty being the husband. 3 - a post about how being just the friend is killing Yves in the inside. [the one comparing him to Pearl from SU]

So going for 1, in the post Yves is all 'okay' and smiles and just wants to be close with reader. And it's very clear that reader would have dated Yves if not for the sex. Yves vets all the possible partners for the future and only allows the one that fits his standards to stay.

But then it all comes crashing down when we get to 2.

This scenario doesn't touch on how the timing between Reader meeting Yves and Monty. It seems to imply that the whole sex thing wasn't a factor.

As previously stated, he feels that Monty is bad and absolutely nothing good but Yves pushes himself to get along somewhat with Monty to make reader happy. Monty is a yandere and honestly? A big variable at first since Monty's obsession with reader is pure chance.

So if reader is more put together then [tbawobw] leading to a more subby and controllable Monty making them much more compatible without Yves romantically in the mix. Reader could get attached and start dating Monty before Yves can gather enough info against Monty that ultimately doesn't matter because all Monty cares about is reader.

(and my computer is dying, I should speed this up)

Now in the 2 post, Yves has this breakdown about why reader didn't want to be with Yves in all his perfection and instead went with Monty who is his opposite. He says that they could have chosen someone better.

But what exactly does that mean for Yves?

Now on the surface it's just that Yves really wants reader to have the best possible and be well taken care of since Yves can't be their partner due to sex. But that isn't really how he feels. If reader chose a 'good husband' Yves could at least pretend like it doesn't bother him much.

But he just can't with Mont, not with the differences between them. Yves glaring hatred for not being readers husband, for having it taken from him in general is made so obvious and that. That right there is what's pushing him to breaking down in the form that he hates.

Post 3 confirms it all. But it doesn't bring up the topic of sex. Something that he already has so much trauma with. It's hard not to bring up some self loathing even though Yves (rightfully) wouldn't change his boundaries.

So in the worst case scenario, a guarded reader that I described above, rejects Yves respectfully due to the sexual incompatibility, proceeds to open up naturally to MONT and marry him keeping Yves always as a friend at best.

Just how deep in hell is his life? Would something like this expose new actions from Yves? I, uh, do have one more thing about Yves but I think I should just send it like this. It's long enough.

W anon

holy shit W anon u put the W in win bro

a WHOLE ASS THESIS omg thank u so much i love analyses holy crap like a whole well structured and well written essay on Yves's character and his complex feelings of being cucked

ultimately he wants you to be happy, but technically faking breakdowns can work if he does it convincingly enough. His breakdowns will never be about his TRUE past traumas. He thinks you're too delicate and innocent to handle that without accidentally traumatizing yourself too. HOWEVER, he may give you very ,very watered down concepts of what had happened to him- or downright fake events.

He would stage slips of sanities strategically and breakdowns too to coax you out of that shell. But not too much to raise suspicion out of you. Just enough to manipulate you into thinking he can be anything less than perfect. Remember, he's a terrific actor. Anything vulnerable about Yves is probably not real and is probably a highly calculated move

but yes, let's say you rolled a nat 20 on perception checks every time and you caught his bullshit, and he KNOWS that you will catch onto it, AND you fell in love with Monty because he's not fancy pants rich mcgee.... its spirituality and religion time. He will be literally doing black magic rituals just to keep himself in check, he knows that it probably won't help, but this is just for him to not fall into the abyss of despair and insanity, just to retain his sense of self in a reality that loves to erode it exponentially.

so basically, rule of thumb for Yves: if it's anything that he cannot solve without either destroying his boundaries or destroying your happiness, he's drawing those fucking sigils on his attic floor with his blood, lighting candles n shit (just like when you want to die while suffering from dementia, but he keeps you alive because he's selfish)

[azurlily]

Can I request mary dating hc’s

Yes and for some reason my tumblr us acting weird and not letting me format things normally. This won't have smut unless specificly requested. Idk here you gooo. Completely UNEDITED.

Mary Satome Headcannons

As a partner Mary acts much like she does with Yumeko. Except kinder, or in some cases meaner. When first meeting you she doesn't know how to act, does she like you or hate you? Does her heart beat too fast and she cant look at you? What's wrong with her?!

Mary's love for you is unconditional, and I truly mean unconditional. She's slightly obsessed, she sees you as being able to do no harm. (Even if you're worse than her.)

As a girlfriend, Mary definitely gives you gifts a lot. She feels the need to make up for being mean all the time, and she sees this as a good way. If you're the type to not accept gifts like that, she will pester you until you do.

As a girlfriend, Mary enjoys holding you hand. She doesn't care about the approval of others as much when she's around you. She trusts you not to hurt her, and this us one of her ways of showing trust. She gives you more than she has and never regrets it.

Mary is still rude as a girlfriend, that'll never change. Although she's rude for completely different reasons. If you happen to not be eating, sleeping, or you just aren't taking good care of yourself. Be prepared to get yelled at, she doesn't care who it's in front of.

Mary does enjoy flirting with you, seeing your face get red and seeing you look away gives her a rush. Sometimes she'll just hug you and/or kiss your forehead. Although those are reserved for private time.

Mary hates when Yumeko hugs you. She'll pull the girl off and hug you, it's almost like a python restricting you. She's more touchy than usual, feeling the (unnecessary) need to stake her claim over you.

As a girlfriend, Mary gamble's against you over stupid things. Unlike Yumeko, the stakes aren't stupidly high. No, she just wants to pay for the date, but if you want to pay this time... well she'll make you gamble with her. And when you lose (because let's be honest you're not that good) you have to let her pay, and deal with the shame of losing.

As a girlfriend, Mary also gambles with you. The two of you will sit side by side, while Yumeko and Ryota sit in front of you. Yumeko and Mary joke about how it's a friendly game, but halfway through you're not so sure anymore. In fact you worry about playing against Yumeko at all times.

Mary hates it when the president comes with a 50 foot radius of you. Not even joking, she'd threaten Kirari over you. Of course she'd be scared as hell while doing it, but she isn't letting that bitch anywhere near you. She also hates Ririka coming near you at first too, over time that changes.

"I dont love you, love is a very strong- I'm lying! Dont cry please- my god!"

There has definitely been a time when she's said something along those lines. You cried and her reaction switched up real quick. She was apologizing like never before, and that memory will be ingrained in her mind forever. She hates the idea of you not loving her, and she hates herself for saying that.

Mary takes you on dates like it's nobodies business! That girl would spend every dime she had to make sure you're happy. Then she'd make the money back by gambling with some idiots. Higher stakes probably, and she'd bring Yumeko to watch. She'd bring you too, but that's so you can see her in action.

Speaking of, as a girlfriend, Mary loves your validation. She literally lives for it. If you tell she did anything right, she's thinking about it all day. Sure, she acts like it isn't a big deal, but Mary treasures you more than herself.

So I'm gonna circle back to the being mean thing. So before the two of you dated, Mary wasn't the nicest towards you. She didn't treat you like a house pet, but she was a bully. She'd made you cry at least once, and while she personally couldn't tell how she felt. Mary knew she didn't like seeing you cry.

Of course, because you has to build trust, Mary has to earn it. Mary had visited you in your classroom, giving you small tips on gambling or maybe even just talking to you. She enjoyed her time with you, and would usually leave the classrooms as red as a tomato. It's not her fault you're so kind to her!

Mary definitely made you gamble her and the agreement would be like: 'you have to do whatever she says for a week if you lose and vice versa.' Mary had pretty much forcer you to go on dates with her, and by the end of the week she'd ask you out. She gave you the chance to say no, but you didn't and that made her all the happier.

After that there were many bumps in the road of yalls relationship, just like any other. You two were ready though, and hell you could maybe just imagine marrying this girl. Maybe.

[captainjacklyn]

Can i request a headcanon where the s/o gifts ruggie, malleus, neige, jamil, ace and azul crochet flowers that smells like the orginal flower ,atleast every month?

Istg crochet flowers are so pretty and i meant this, this, this , this, this, this, this, this, this , this and this and looooots of more.

How sweet ! You seem to like crochet flowers quite a lot, I'll do it ! (You are right, they're very pretty. This actually made me buy some-)

Pairing(s) : ruggie bucchi x reader, malleus draconia x reader, neige leblanche, Jamil viper x reader, Azul Ashengrotto x reader

Warning(s) : None ! The reader is gender neutral but I'll mostly be referring to you by..well- You.

Ruggie Bucchi

I would just like to say that Ruggie loves your bouquet. He appreciates the effort and he appreciates the gift, like, a lot.

Ruggie is the type to show love through acts of service but gifts have a different story to them.

Now the reason why I chose sunflowers was because they represent unwavering faith and unconditional love.

It's the perfect gift to those you love in order to express how much you adore them. It symbolizes faith and adoration for all that is, the true faith and loyalty to something that is much bigger and brighter than themselves.

Ruggie is flattered to know the meaning behind the flowers you give him. To think that someone admires him for his work despite being aware of his status as a not-so rich student.

He'll give the favor back, after all, in one way or another your actions will always come back to you.

But wether it is sunflowers, yellow tulips or daffodils. This hyena boy loves your work.

He's amazed that you can do this with your own hands- and it smells like the original flower too !

He keeps each of them in his room, all aligned on a shelf with a small space for more to come.

Ruggie cherishes you and your gifts. And he'll make sure to return the favor one day.

Malleus Draconia

The dragon fae was a little confused about the bouquet at first, he didn't instantly realize they weren't true flowers since the smell of it was there.

But once you handed them to him he notices the fine work of crochet that you've manufactured with your two hands alone.

And he's impressed ! Although it may not seem surprising, he would love to know more about the techniques and maybe even try it himself.

I'm sure you would be a wonderful teacher !

In the language of flowers, Salvia nemorosa holds the symbolic meaning of longevity, wisdom, esteem, and good health. Spiritual leaders have used salvia flowers in their religious rites and divination for centuries as a symbol of knowledge and connection to the divine source.

This instantly matched the tall man as I believe he would be the next king of faes.

And he's wise, Malleus will also remain youthful as his extended life span will allow him to.

His eyes sparkle upon seeing your eyes full of joy while presenting the wonderfully crafted masterpiece to him.

He loves it. He loves your work. He loves you. All of it.

Start doing it every week you'll end up becoming the next king/queen/ruler of briar valley alongside him.

Azul Ashengrotto

First of all- he's giving you something back after every single service, every single gifts because he feels in debt.

Just assure him that there is no need to offer anything back to you and that you enjoy doing it for him.

You don't expect anything to be returned to you, you actually like doing what you're doing.

Delphiniums symbolize cheerfulness and goodwill, as well as a protective plant. Delphiniums are used to communicate encouragement and joy, as well as remembering loved ones who have passed.

Now before you say anything- NO ONE is dead. Stop getting crazy conspiracy theories in your head I can see you- !

And to add to Azul's incredible ways of describing the food's taste here is a real quote of him after smelling you artificial yet beautiful flowers :

"Most are heat and drought tolerant, and their foliage and flowers are fragrant, with scents ranging from licorice to bubblegum. It's fantastic !"

Oh boy.

That was a strange feeling. I did not like writing that down...

MOVING ON.

But again he'll try to offer you something back, you're quick to notice and proceed to tell him that in exchange for your gifts he just has to keep them in his room and give them the biggest smile if he likes it.

What kind of payment is that [Name]-

Their deep red hues evoke feelings of passion, love, and lust — making them an especially popular choice for new, younger couples. They can also mean “believe me” or “my feelings are true.” Red tulips

You aren't in control, he isn't controlling you.

Your feelings are genuine and you love this snake bastard, just the way he is and not because of his status.

Lavender flowers represent purity, silence, devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness. Purple is the color of royalty and speaks of elegance, refinement, and luxury, too.

As much as he isn't a king or a prince, he's royalty in your eyes.

Daisies symbolize innocence and purity.

As much as he isn't all that innocent, the gift or in other words the bouquet your offering him is innocent and truthful.

It smells great too-

Similarly to ruggie, Jamil is the type to show is affection towards others by acts of service.

You can tell that he's trying to pay you back when he's paying ten times more attention to you.

HE EVEN FORGOT TO LOOK AFTER KALIM FOR GOODNESS SAKE-

anyways.

Many groups associate sunflowers with prolonged constancy and loyalty, reflecting the flower bud's tendency to follow the sun across the sky.

He'll never be more than a servant to the eyes of other, but you make him dream that no matter what. He remains your king.

Neige leblanche

Neige is ecstatic ! He loves it ! And they smell amazing too !

He was always offered gifts from his fans but yours mean so much more, especially when he can keep them forever !

Normal flowers go away in a few days but this one will remain with him, whenever he misses you, Neige will just glance at your magnificent crochet work.

You're the best you know that ?

Yellow tulips now represent happiness, cheerfulness, and hope. Victorians even believed yellow tulips literally meant “there's sunshine in your smile.” It's for this reason that yellow tulips have become popular “just because” gifts, as they are sure to bring a smile to anyone's face.

Blue tulips are variants of the white ones. They represent peace and tranquility. You may gift blue tulips to display your trust in a person.

The sweet simplicity and genuine beauty of the daisy have made the flower an international emblem of innocence and purity. Its fresh, crisp appearance has come to symbolize new beginnings, and its bright, spirit-lifting colors are known to spread happiness like wildfire.

The biblical meaning of lavender symbolizes purity, devotion, and love. The color is also associated with the crown chakra, which is the energy center associated with higher purpose and spiritual connectivity.

The pink tulip is a symbol for caring and good wishes. It's perfect for a gift for friends or family.

I chose a bouquet filled with nothing but good wishes, happiness and care for Neige. I know many are suspicious of him, but in my eyes he is the sweetest to exist.

Well I'm done now. I hope you liked it.

[mickimagnum]

Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Six

*the episode opens with a shot of Echo Valley Ranch at night. Crickets can be heard singing and there's an owl hooting off in the distance somewhere.*

*the contestants are sitting around the living room, engaged in various activities, oblivious to what's about to happen*

*suddenly, the door to Devin's room swings open and she exits. she makes her way to the living room.*

*she stops in front of the fire place. confused, everyone stops what they're doing and turn their attention to her. she can tell they're nervous, so she smiles at them reassuringly*

Devin: "Good evening, fellas. I have an announcement to make. Earlier I received a note instructing me to pick two of you for a date. Tonight."

*the guys shift in their seats and lean closer*

Devin (continues): "And I've decided to pick two people I haven't gotten to spend a lot of time with. So, with that being said. If you would be so kind, I would like for...

Devin (continues): "Stan and..."

*Stan smiles up at Devin and nods*

Devin (continues): "Milo to join me tonight."

*Milo beams at her from across the room, barely able to contain his excitement*

Devin: "Alright, you two. Go put on something warm and meet me outside in the back pasture in twenty minutes."

*after a time lapse, the next scene shows a sped-up shot of Stan and Milo approaching Devin outside. She's standing in front of a makeshift movie screen*

Devin (cheerfully): "Hi guys! I thought we'd watch a movie tonight. Have some popcorn, chat. That kind of thing. What do you think?"

*Milo steps forward and nearly trips over his feet*

Milo: "That sounds amazing!"

Devin: "Easy there, cowboy."

*Stan smiles apologetically at Devin, unassumingly on Milo's behalf before speaking up:*

Stan: "Count me in."

*the three take their seats on the crates opposite the screen*

Stan: "Thanks so much for picking us to come out with you tonight. I'm just happy to get more time with you, and the fewer guys that are around the better."

*Devin chuckles*

Devin: "I can image. I'm sure this is hard for you all. Especially as things progress."

Stan: "It hasn't gotten any easier. But, you're worth puttin' up with all the others for, Devin. 'Least till I run 'em off."

*Milo scoffs*

Devin: "That's very sweet of you to say, Stan. Unless you're Milo..."

*Milo grunts in agreement but doesn't interrupt*

Devin (continues): "So, tell me. What are you looking for in your next relationship?"

Stan: "We're just divin' right in?"

*Devin smiles*

Devin: "That's what the show's about, they tell me."

*Stan shrugs*

Stan: "Fair enough. I want an equal partner. Someone I can rely on when the chips are down just as much as she can rely on me. A lover. A friend. Someone to raise a family with. And grow old with. That unconditional love type of bond that will survive a hundred lifetimes and countless battle scars. You know, I've been married twice now. Lost my first wife to leukemia. And my second one, well, turns out she didn't care for me much. So, I'm hoping what they say is true; 'third time's a charm.' and all."

*Devin sits back, visibly moved by his answer*

Devin: "Thank you for being so genuine, Stan. That means a lot. I'm sorry to hear about your first wife. And, well, all of it. You deserve better than that and I hope you find what you're looking for."

*Stan smiles at her*

Stan: "Thank you, Devin. I appreciate it."

*Devin then turns to Milo*

Devin: "What about you, Milo? What are you looking for in your next relationship?"

Milo: "Well, full disclosure, I haven't been in a 'relationship' since high school. And she shattered my heart into a million pieces, so it didn't end well. But, what I learned from that experience is that I want to be with someone who wants the same things out of life. If they're not going to support my dreams it's not going to work and vice versa, you know? And everything else Stan said sounds about right too."

Devin: "Okay. Thank you for sharing. I appreciate your candidness."

*Milo grins at Devin*

Milo: "You're most welcome."

*Stan can be heard grumbling under his breath just off camera. something about "stealing his answer."*

*Devin returns her attention back to Stan*

Devin: "Okay, here's a fun question. Since we're getting ready to watch a movie, what's your favorite genre?"

Stan: "Easy. Western. But especially westerns mixed with sci-fi. I love both, honestly."

Devin: "That is the most you answer I've ever heard."

*Stan chuckles*

Stan: "What about you, missy?"

Devin: "Oh, I'm a horror fan. 100%"

Stan: "What, you like all the blood, guts, and stuff?"

Devin: "No. I'm more into the creepy, supernatural stuff. The kind that makes you question whether or not it's really happening."

Stan: "Oh, yeah. I like those. I can't stand the gore-fests, though."

Devin: "I'm not a big fan of them either. It feels cheap."

*Devin turns to Milo again*

Devin: "What about you?"

Milo: "You're going to laugh."

*Devin and Stan speak up at the same time:*

Stan: "Probably."

Devin: "We won't."

*Milo sighs and stares at the ground before muttering:*

Milo: "Musicals."

Stan: "Did the boy just say musicals?"

Devin: "He did."

Milo: "Look, I'm a musician okay? I enjoy the music. The singing. The dancing. They almost always have a happy ending. What's not to love?"

Stan: "The fact that they're terrible."

*Devin pinches her nose to try to stop the snort laugh that escapes anyway*

*after choking it back she says:*

Devin: "There's nothing wrong with that, Milo. Let's, uh, watch our movie."

*the film begins to roll*

Stan: "What movie is it?"

Devin: "Hamilton."

*Stan lets out a whimper and Milo gasps in excitement*

*Devin giggles*

Devin: "I'm totally messing with you, dude."

*Stan sighs with relief and Milo looks deflated*

Devin: "It's Saw X."

*They both look at her in horror*

*She cackles this time*

Devin: "Calm down. It's College Cram."

*the group enjoy cheddar popcorn as they watch the movie*

*when the movie is over, Devin turns to Milo*

Devin: "Milo, I had fun with you tonight. Thanks for hanging out with me."

Milo: "Anytime. And I mean that."

*Devin then turns to Stan*

Devin: "Stan, you are always entertaining to be around, but I really appreciate you opening up to me tonight."

*Stan looks both surprised and pleased*

Stan: "It was my pleasure. I look forward to our next time together."

Devin: "Alright, fellas. It's time to head back in. I'm cold and I don't know about you, but my bed is calling my name."

*at that, the three get to their feet and prepare to say their good nights*

*Stan pulls Devin into a hug and after a few beats they separate and he heads back toward the house*

Stan, in diary room: "Tonight felt good. It felt good to get more time with Devin, especially with less competition around. And it felt good to get my history off my chest. She's a good gal. Women like her are rare. I knew already liked her, but tonight makes me want to fight for her even harder now."

*Milo hugs Devin, but as she pulls away, he reaches up, cradles her face, and plants a kiss on her mouth. she is clearly caught by surprise and doesn't really move to kiss him back. after a moment he pulls away, smiles down at her and then turns and walks back toward the house. she's left standing there, confused.*

Milo, in diary room: "Yeah, tonight was awesome. I knew I had to get out of my head and be bold if I was going to make an impression on Devin. So, I kissed her," *laughs nervously in recollection* "I've never done anything like that," *stands there a moment, thinking back and then his face falls* "Oh, Watcher. What have I done?"

Devin, in diary room: "Tonight was...interesting. I mean, I really enjoyed hanging out with Stan and Milo. And I felt Stan opening up to me, but I'm still don't really feel a romantic connection. There hasn't been that jolt like I've felt with some of the other guys. Which I hate because I really like him as a person.

And then there's, Milo. What was going on with him tonight? There was this level of immaturity happening that I didn't see before and it kind of turned me off to be honest. And the way he kissed me....it was just odd. I'm honestly just really confused about the whole thing."

Milo submitted by @belsasim James "Stan" submitted by @natolesims

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[pseudotwily]

psuedotwily's core twilestia tenets (typically, a checklist for how deeply I can sink my teeth into fiction)

Mentor, Mother, Lover

the pupil's graduation doesn't rid the years of schooling. It's complex because it can't not be.

celestia is one of the only ponies around twilight during her formative years that isn't her immediate family. she's her personal mentor and it's safe to assume she's being entrusted with the care of a filly during that. I don't think their relationship and its many stages and dynamics through the years fade into nothingness.

regardless of how it's done & acknowledged in the art / fic (i.e. is the romance fresh? is it something long seated? is it something undefinable, just for twilight and celestia?), I'm just glad to see it played with. anything that depicts complex dynamics and ships that tie in multiple types of relationships has my heart.

Above Romance, There is Twilight and Celestia

needless to say, twilight and celestia are not a traditional couple. mentioned previously, this just means that instead of trying to fit that mould, i love to see twilestia exploring what their relationship means for them and not for anyone else.

romantic love is the undercurrent, always there and undeniably one of the things tying them together... but there's so much more. I think it all blends together and often can't really be defined by a generic label.

I think twilight loves in a much more mortal way, and celestia loves in a much more unconditional, no matter what it's going to be labeled way. even so, celestia is pulled into being more mortal via twilight's love for her, and twilight is pulled into being an alicorn because of celestia's.

(a separate thing this makes me think is that I can't assign queer labels to celestia. not in a "she's above them" way, but in a way that i just can't picture her being anything for anyone but twilight.)

Slow and Steady Wins The Race (Intimacy)

(rainbow dash reference...)

they take things slow, mainly because would it not be overwhelming to twilight to be with celestia at first? would it not make sense for celestia to be patient — she has all the time in the world, after all, and eventually, twilight does too.

and would it not be weird?

I deeply enjoy celestia not having lovers, not in a long time (or even never, really), and twilight, who's only ever really had eyes for her mentor. twilight's still unlearning her need to please celestia, and celestia's still learning she doesn't have to be alone — and that she isn't.

they're both unprepared, but they learn from each other in many ways.

[9w1ft]

Hey 9wing!! Hello and I hope you're doing well <3

I've seen a couple of your posts mentioning this sort of sentiment and now I'm genuinely asking with curiosity; how would one think that Kaylor is a romantic love story?

No doubt, the songs are amazing masterpieces, the long-term perseverance is admirable and there are certainly many aspects of Kaylor that are poetic and remind me of the magic of 'soulmates,' whether that is practically real or not

However, even as a third party observer who has no stakes in this, I find it bleak and tiring sometimes

Constant backlash and scrutiny from the media, the people and most often your own fans; having to communicate in cryptic language; having to engage in unpleasant PR stunts; having to hide a central part of yourself just to survive in this world; not having the liberty to be yourself and love whomever you love loudly and proudly; being constantly misunderstood by a large fraction of the world; being loved but not seen; living in uncertainty about your own rights and freedom when the political climate's so unstable

I understand that life is not without problems and sometimes you have to do what you have to do with whatever choices are at your disposal. And these two will always have my support, and I make sure to respect my own mental health and step away from this site of the internet when things get too much

But how would one see the beauty in this? The light in the darkness? I would love to know and hear your and other's perspectives and what keeps you optimistic despite it all. Thank you and good day

i would love to hear from others!

i think that everyone will have their own definitions of beauty or romance, so i understand where you are coming from, and your impressions are valid for you!

for me, there are aspects of their story that i just cannot find in other places in the world, and it’s always been something that brings me opportunities reflect on my own life and life philosophy.

i think that there is something to be said for the amount of unconditional love that they show one another that appears when picking haven for one another at the risk of their reputations. i recognize that it probably doesn’t look that way for many people but from my perspective, it’s how i see it. there is something singularly authentic about it to me. as a enneagram type 9 (where my username comes from), i gravitate to the concept of holy love like a moth to a flame, and the dynamic of seeing taylor push her lovers away all her life and then meeting karlie and being inspired by karlie but still fighting doubt and ultimately trying to push her away only for karlie to vehemently refuse to leave is just.. something that really speaks to me. it sort of embodies the human struggle not just to give love but to accept love. i’m not sure if i’m explaining it well but there is so much depth to the love that she writes about in these albums, separate from the heavy external factors that have shaped their story.

but for me, those external factors only work to heighten my interest and appreciation for their journey. in my career i’ve done a lot of executive coaching work and study in leadership theory and i find the study of defining moments (sometimes called crucible moments) incredibly interesting and for taylor and karlie, at the top of their game, the stakes could not be higher and their navigation of everything is very interesting to me.

and i think that the struggle is a part of the beauty because i don’t always find easy things beautiful, and by that i don’t mean that pain is beauty in some voyeuristic way but that success after pain feels more spectacular than success without struggle.

if you are a fan of literature or philosophy, i would recommend the seminal work of junichiro tanizaki called “in praise of shadows” — there’s a fairly well known concept in japan called wabi-sabi which is the idea that true beauty is found in the transient and the fleeting. that a falling cherry blossom is more beautiful than a tree in full bloom, or that cracks in pottery ought be to celebrated (there a tradition in japan of fixing cracks in ceramics with gold called kintsugi). tanizaki’s writing is very formative to this concept and it’s something that has giving me a heightened appreciation for things with complication and age.

[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 7 - It all started with that first kiss

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Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 3.6k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Once again, thanks to @merrymonkey for illustrating this story. I love you, girl! 🥰

Chapter 7 - It all started with that first kiss

The two young heroes remained silent for some minutes in which Aizawa's brain was trying to come up with what to say or how to behave. Shota was terrible at those moments, he had never known what to do when someone was down, especially because with his only two friends, he never needed to worry about their mood, Hizashi and Oboro were always laughing and joking. Yet, before getting back to work, he forced himself to act, he cared too much about the girl to not try to do something. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kaori looked at him and couldn't help but find adorable his shyness and inexperience when it came to trying to keep a serious conversation. “I mean, if you don't, you might keep thinking about it while we work and…”

"Shota, why don't you just accept that you're being a good friend and you're worried about me?" Her question caused him to immediately blush and clear his throat.

"Fine, I'm worried about you, it's not normal to see you this blue."

"Do you remember the first time we trained together? I told you that heat and electricity are types of energy I avoid." Aizawa nodded, of course he remembered. "Before coming to the U.A. I was in charge of taking care of my brothers while my parents worked. We used to go to the forest, and while I trained, they played near me. They begged me for days to go to this place where my parents didn't allow us to visit not just because it was far from home, but because it was dangerous. Even for us who grew up between bushes and rivers, it was a risky zone. However, I was so reckless... I thought I could take of them with the control I already had of my quirk, but I couldn't be more wrong." Aizawa continued listening to the girl, anxious to know what had marked her back and forced her to limit the power of her quirk. Just by looking at her, he knew how embarrassed she felt of herself. 

"I took them there, and it was fine for a while until the downpour started. I thought it'd pass and we sheltered under some trees from the rain, but everything got worse with the lightning. That's when I knew we had to go back, or at least find a safer place, but since I was little, lightning terrified me, and that storm has been the worst I've seen so far. Because I got scared, I got lost and it took me longer to find our way home. When we finally made it, I realized that the youngest of my brothers wasn't there. Between the lightning, the rain, and the little control I had over them, I didn't realize when it happened." Kaori lowered her gaze, every time she thought back to that day, she relived how scary she had been. “I immediately went back, he was just a four-year-old kid lost in the woods under the worst storm you can imagine. I tried to decrease the intensity of the rain in the places where I searched for him, but if I did that, I lost what little control I had over the lightning. There came a point where I couldn't take it anymore, the river had overflowed its banks, and trying to control it was impossible. Luckily, I managed to find him, but the landslides because of the flooding blocked the path I had taken before. We couldn't even go around the river, we had to cross it and while we were doing it, my brother got hurt. I was desperate to check his wounds, and when we got out of the water... I couldn't think, Shota, I was a fool and leaned him against the trunk of a tree."

Aizawa went cold when he heard that, anyone knew how dangerous trees were in a thunderstorm.

“It all happened so fast. As soon as I saw the lightning, I tried to redirect the electric shock, but I failed. It wasn't just that, the tree went up in flames, and while I received the electric shock on my back, the fire burned my brother's face. I couldn't help it, I tried, I swear I tried, but I couldn't control the two energies at the same time. I barely managed to keep the electricity from touching him.”

Kaori did not refer to what happened after the accident as it was too painful to remember her little brother in the hospital crying from the pain of his burns. Also, it was terrible to see how time passed and his face kept remembering what had happened that day. Yet, the child loved her and now that he was older, he repeated to her that what had happened had not been her fault, but there would be no words that would make her forget the trauma of that day.

"Fire and electricity terrify me, and when I saw that Oboro received that shock, I couldn't continue with the exam." Despite how strong she appeared to be, Aizawa caught a glimpse of her friend's glassy eyes. “I don't want to see any other person going through that, but I'm still not good enough. Also, when I see my scar, I…”

Once again, Shota looked at her intending to wipe away her tears before they could even run down her cheeks, but he didn't let her, and gently took her hands. The boy did not stop there and Kaori felt how he intertwined his fingers with hers, Shota even caressed her with his thumbs.

"I was so rude to you that day. I'm sorry, I had no idea about this."

"Rude? Shota, you did nothing but take care of me.”

"If there's something I must learn from you, it's how to protect the people I care." Ignoring his shyness just for that moment, Shota gently caressed Kaori's cheek until he reached one of her pink locks and brushed it behind her ear. "You've let fear and trauma cloud what's truly important. Your brother is alive because you protected him, and your scar just shows how brave and kind you are."

"He got burned, his face will be marked forever."

“You were a child too, you did more than anyone, even a professional hero, would've done. Kari, you just need to be in the U.A. to polish your powers, you're already a heroine. You saved me too, in case you don't remember." He said with a sincere and tender smile. 

They both knew that they had little time left before going back to work, but Aizawa didn't want to leave without doing something else. “Let me check your back. It's been hurting you all night. Let me see if it's something serious."

Naturally, her first reaction was to say no; however, sighing, she sat with her back to him. 

"Can you help me with the costume?" 

Kaori didn't notice Aizawa's hands shaking as he moved her silky pink hair to one side so he could unzip her costume. Little by little, the young hero started to see the beginning of the scar that tormented her so much. It was huge, practically cutting through Kaori's skin from her right shoulder to below her left ribs. Aizawa couldn't even imagine how painful receiving that shock must have been.

Meanwhile, Kaori was not able to say anything, it was enough to fight with herself and allow Aizawa to look at her back. The tension the girl felt was so evident that he placed a hand on her shoulder, just where the scar began, to relax her a little.

"It's awful, right?" she asked barely audible.

"No," Kaori already knew him well enough to know that Aizawa was incapable of lying. "But I understand why your back was hurting you so bad. You cut yourself." The student's shyness had almost completely disappeared as he understood that it was more important to help her feel better. "I'm gonna clean those scratches and cover them, rubbing against your costume will be worse." In deep silence, Aizawa took care of Kaori's injuries.

It was the first time he could actually feel how smooth her skin was. No matter how careful he was, every once in a while a faintly audible groan of pain would escape, followed by an apology from the girl. Yet, Kaori knew that her friend was doing the best he could, so she closed her eyes and suppressed any other evidence of pain. 

“Shota, you're very considerate and I couldn't thank you for covering me up in front of the boys without even knowing what was going on beforehand. Also…thank you for staying with me during class, I know it hasn't been easy.”

One of the courses they took that year was focused on teamwork. At first, everyone wanted to team up with Kaori, they thought that her abilities would make her the perfect match, but she was far from it. While she could convert energy, she couldn't redirect it in such a way that her colleagues could use it. Her teachers hoped she could pass some energy to their classmates and help them fight better, but the truth was that because of the same trauma that she had just revealed to Aizawa, she would get blocked and end up hurting them. 

At first, Hizashi tried to train with her, but he ended up so hurt that he wasn't able to speak for several days. Kaori had tried to pass some energy to him, but she only managed to hurt his throat. Later Oboro came, however, the result was even worse than with Hizashi, as Oboro began to generate lightning from his clouds, and when he did, Kaori lost control and the professor had to intervene, but not before having to take them both to the infirmary. Naturally, that had scared her enough that she didn't want to try working with anyone else. 

“Sensei, I've thought a lot about this course… Hizashi's barely recovering and despite how strong Oboro is, he's still in the infirmary. Please let me do a different task.” She asked after the class ended.

"Hoshino, you can control how you pass energy to your classmates if you practice more."

“I don't want to hurt anyone else in the process. Besides…"

“You're worried because no one wants to work with you, right? Today you stood apart during the whole class. To tell the truth, I don't know how it didn't occur to me before, but yesterday when you stayed in the infirmary with Oboro, one of the boys approached me and offered to be your partner for the rest of the term. He's waiting for you outside, turn around." 

When Kaori looked at the door, she saw Aizawa waiting for her. The boy wasn't looking at them, he had his back against the wall waiting for her to come out so they could talk. 

"He tried to approach you several times, but you didn't notice because you were running away." The teacher commented patting her on the head.

"No." Kaori said sounding more determined than ever. "I'm not gonna work with Shota."

"Eraser, come here!" The teacher did not let Kaori say another word. Averting his gaze as usual, Aizawa entered. “Could you repeat what you asked me a few days ago?”

"But..." The young man's face immediately took on color. "You were supposed to tell her."

"Come on! What's up with you two? You're friends, you're always together! Why is it so hard for you to talk?"

The boys looked at each other for only a second and the teacher couldn't help but laugh at the speed with which they looked in another direction.

“Let's work together, I can erase your power if things get messy, that's what we've always done. The only difference is that this time we can try to incorporate something new.”

"Hoshino, you need someone who can help control you, who better than a FRIEND who knows exactly when to lend a hand?"

"Sensei, Shota, I don't think this is a good idea."

"Are you underestimating me? We've trained together many times and there've been many times that I have left you on the ground." Aizawa commented, unable to hide a somewhat mischievous smile.

"Eraser's getting more and more powerful. Imagine if you managed to transfer a little energy to him, you'd be helping him a lot." Seeing that the girl couldn't make up her mind, the teacher decided to give them some time alone, maybe so they could make a decision.

“Shota, I appreciate your help, but…”

"What's wrong? Am I not as good a partner as Hizashi and Oboro?"

"It's not about that."

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

“There are better companions for you, Shota. We can continue training with the boys, as we've been doing, but we won't work together in this class.” 

"I'm not usually easily annoyed, and I rarely get irritated by anything, but you're starting to get by refusing my help like this." The boy said seriously, he didn't understand why Kaori was so insistent on refusing to work together if she was the one who suggested it from the beginning. “Why did you ask them and not me to work with you? Do you really think that I'm not able to help you?”

“Why do you want us to do this together so badly? You already have your partner and you are doing well.”

"Because I don't want to keep seeing how you hurt yourself."

Despite being quiet, no one in the group had the facility to express themselves that Aizawa had. More assertive than any of them, when the young man wanted to, he clearly expressed his feelings, which showed how mature he actually was. Yes, he was a shy guy, but he was also respectful and considerate, so miscommunication was definitely not something that could happened around him.

“You keep talking about how you hurt the guys, but you don't talk about what happened to you. Stop thinking like a hero for a moment and think about your well-being, or at least let someone else do it.”

“Shota, you already did so much for me that day during the incident in the village.”

“Kaori, none of the times you left that infirmary did you do so with the permission of Recovery Girl. Every time your power gets out of control you're not only exhausted, but you consume all your energy. Recovery Girl told you very clearly, if you're not careful enough, you can hurt your internal organs, it's not just about breaking an arm. Ever since you trained with Hizashi you've had a hard time breathing, and yet you did it again with Oboro. It's not normal to see you so tired, and you have several days that you get agitated just walking from the dining room to the classroom. Besides, who cares about what happened that day? I didn't know there was a limit of times we would help each other. I don't know you, but I'm planning to continue working with you and the guys as long as I can, and if I need to help you every day of my life, I'll do it, Kari."

"I don't want to work with you because I wouldn't forgive myself if something happens to you again because of me, Shota! I've never underestimated you, I know what you're capable of, you're even better than all of us. I didn't choose them first because I consider them better than you, you know that's not true. When the four of us train together I always look for you before the boys. But this is different, this isn't normal training, and I'm afraid of hurting you."

"So you preferred to hurt them." Aizawa joked, managing to get a smile out of her.

“Well sometimes they are very annoying, Hizashi steals my food and yells a lot, and Oboro doesn't stop doing silly imitations. They deserved some of that." Her honest answer and the way she frowned was so funny and cute for the boy, that he giggled.

Those laughs… those sweet and warm laughs from Aizawa that were rarely seen made Kaori's heart lighter. How could she even think of hurting him? She couldn't… she loved him too much to put him in danger. Seeing him hurt once had been enough.

“I can help you, Kari. I can… I can protect you if you let me. I told you in the hospital that I'd get stronger so you wouldn't get hurt again. Everything will be fine, trust me.”

There were numerous times that both got injured, but Aizawa was right, he was the ideal training partner for Kaori, especially during that time when the girl didn't control her power very well.

They became so close that when they got hurt on a mission, they healed each other's wounds. Just like it was happening that night when Shota had taken over her eyes and back.

Back on the roof where they were resting, Aizawa zipped up her friend's costume and when she turned around, they both smiled at each other tenderly, the step their relationship had taken that night had been huge. Kaori had opened up like she hadn't with anyone, and Shota knew how to make her feel understood and accompanied by him.

“Ready to go back? We still have two hours of patrol left.” Rising to his feet, Shota offered his hand to his friend, who took it, and smiling at him, nodded.

Fortunately, Aizawa healed her friend's pain, because as soon as they returned to work, they had a lot to do. They ran into the bad luck that it had started to snow just as they had to deal with several attempted robberies. In one of those chases, they ended up running down a very narrow alley with minimal lighting. They had come very close to capturing the criminal, but had lost track of him.

"I think he went down the other street." Aizawa commented, leaning on the edge of the wall, trying to look into the distance, but no one could be seen thanks to the snow.

Kaori, who was behind him, tried to look, but since she was shorter than him, she couldn't, so she placed her hands on her friend's shoulders and stood on her toes.

“There's no one there, Shota. We better go back the way we came."

"I think that…"

Aizawa had turned to speak better; however, in doing so, the distance between the two disappeared. They had been so focused looking for the trace of the villain, that they did not notice his proximity. Kaori was still holding onto her friend's shoulders when he turned around and their lips met for the first time. None of them had time to process what was happening, one moment they had been looking at the streets, and the next, they were giving each other their first kiss.

Despite having been an accident and without any intention, that kiss shook every fiber of their bodies. Their lips barely brushed against each other, it was just a peck, but Aizawa felt her hands hold his shoulders tighter, as if she was holding onto them so she wouldn't fall right there. Meanwhile, the shy boy couldn't do anything, his body stopped responding from the moment he felt Kaori's soft lips touch his. That short but sweet first kiss paused and restarted their lives. 

Contrary to what anyone would have expected, including themselves, their shyness didn't make them jump miles away once they realized what had happened. Instead, the couple broke off the kiss by pulling away calmly, as if afraid something would crack if they moved abruptly.

"Kari, I'm sorry." Aizawa exclaimed barely audible, his gray eyes not moving from the ground.

"It was my fault." She responded without even being able to move her hands from the boy's shoulders.

They had no idea what to say or how to act. However, Kaori did dare to look at his face, and what she discovered she would never forget, Shota was smiling, he smiled shyly but lovely. The surprise caused by his reaction moved the girl so much that suddenly, something incredible happened in the area around them. Kaori didn't realize how or when, but she had controlled the energy that came from the snow and for a few seconds she didn't allow it to continue falling.

Aizawa noticed that something strange was going on and finally looked up from her. The boy gasped at the beauty of what was before him. And it wasn't just the snow that left him like that, but also seeing his first love with her beautiful pink hair full of snowflakes. That image became engraved in his heart. 

The same thing happened to the girl, who was spellbound looking at Aizawa. His dark hair was still half-pulled back in a low messy bun, and his black clothes were covered in snow. He looked so handsome that she couldn't say a word.

Taking his hands to Kaori's face, Aizawa tried to move a few flakes from her cheeks, but that was too much for her, and losing control of the situation, she turned the snow that surrounded them into water, causing both of them to be drenched in seconds.

"I'm sorry!" She apologized as she wished to disappear; however, that night Kaori heard an unforgettable guffaw coming from Aizawa, who in the long run, ended up making her laugh too.

Thus, first under the snow, and then under the rain, they had their first kiss and the most intimate and lovely moment. They didn't have to say anything to each other or do anything but enjoy that pleasant accident.

Next chapter

[beemers-hell]

You've mentioned on Twitter how ebs relationships with hank and tricky is super different from each other, could you elaborate more?

was gonna draw something for this but once again! fatigue moment lol

Anyway! Yeah they're very different! And thats just cause of how Eb connects with the two! Its a very different set of circumstances between each dude, and she has recognized this and does shit differently depending on who it is she's being all lovey dovey with.

Like with Hank, the way she interacts with him is fairly low key, subtle. She knows he doesn't have much patience and he's always irritated and has a short fuse, and he's "Experiencing The Horrors 24/7", so the way she interacts with/loves on him is very subdued. She speaks quieter, in a less brash tone, she visually indicates she's gonna touch him before she tries doing something as small as grabbing his hand, she definitely does still intentionally get on his nerves and acts annoying towards him but she doesn't over do it; she knows what his limit for playfulness is and cuts it out when she sees he's not willing to entertain it anymore. I wouldn't really say she's "gentle" with him, because she isn't like changing her behavior to be sweeter and more kind with him; she's the same rude snarky jackass that she is with everybody. What she is is more considerate with how she handles him, cause she knows he can't handle the loud, big gestures that she affords to her other partners. And its not like she's changing herself Just For Hank cause he wouldn't be able to deal with her otherwise, she actively makes the choice to change her approach because she Can Do That and has no problem doing so. To expand on the example I provided on twt, with Hank shes like "I'm gonna annoy you because I know you get a certain level of fun out of being made to feel something but I know your limits and when I reach them well be considerate and slow with one another, thats how you know I love you" ykwim. They're very much the type of couple thats quiet and chill about it (until they're behind closed doors, if you get my drift lmao)

Now, with Tricky, she is EXPLOSIVE. She is LOUD and HYPER and goes fucking WILD when she's getting up to romantic hijinks and mischief with that mf. He doesn't have NEARLY the same needs as Hank does so he can just kind of fuck around and not suffer any personal consequences for it, and Eb obviously recognizes it. So the way she handles him is just by not restricting herself the same way she does ""normal"" (as in, not Tricky's level of out of your mind) people and let's full loose. They're loud, they scream alot, they grab wherever at each other whenever they feel like with no warning, they yell obscenities at each other and go out on a whim to do god knows what, they literally use the other like stim toys!! They're insane about each other! Like the example I provided on twt, ebs like "when I die for real promise me you'll devour my flesh and bones" and trickys like "oh fuck yeah I will" and then they squeeze the shit out of each other. They're very much the "heart bare on their sleeves, loud as fuck about it" type of couple!

The only real commonality between these relationships (aside from like, yanno, there being unconditional love felt between eb and tricky and eb and hank) is just that they're all really into fighting, obvs. And not like, argument type shit, I mean they will physically assault each other for fun because they all just like that sort of shit! Eb obvs knows she's not gonna be able to seriously injure/actually murder either Hank or Tricky (at least not without a weapon) but loves the adrenaline rush from putting herself in a position where she could either get her shit rocked or beat the shit out of someone. Hank and Tricky are just bloodthirsty anyway, we all know this. But they all know what's too far and what would be going over the line so its not like anything actually traumatizing is gonna happen between them and her whenever they battle. And plus, Eb kinda sees it as a trust affirming exercise, cause she knows damn well both Hank and Tricky could kill her at any moment's notice. So the fact that she will physically engage them like this and they will entertain it, but not go as far as to murder her without hesitation (or her approval, but that's a whole other thing), proves to her she can put the trust you have to put into someone in order to open your heart up to them romantically, yanno?

[lutawolf]

TharnType Episode 3

Let me say that as a reader of the book. The shower scene was not done well enough. TharnType is the book, that made me realize that MAME got a NO KINK. What's a no kink? You haven't read my LITA reviews have you, but okay, I'll explain. This is not to be confused with a nonconsensual kink. A No Kink is found mostly in D/s relationships but is also found in a lot of relationships of SA survivors. I know you won't get that, and you don't need to, but know it's a protection method that some survivors brains have created. What does a person want from the No kink? They essentially either want the No to rile up their Dom or they really like to be talked into doing something they are saying no to. Example "No we can't do that here, we are in public" but they really want to do it here in public, they just want their Dom or partner to convince them of it. Again, this is not a nonconsensual kink. There's a massive difference between "No, fuck off." and "Nope. Convince me." and even "No. Make me." Anyway, in the book. The scene above is written as a no kink, and they really did try to imply that. Look how Type's lips are pursing.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning. Type comes in and tells Tharn that he knows it was him who helped when he is sick. Tharn apologizes for meddling. "I won't leave you to rot. No matter how much we hate each other. I can't sit around and do that." "You make me feel like a total asshole." "You already are." See. An act of kindness is getting Type to come around. See how unreasonable he is being. They are adorable. Type acts like a child and Tharn loves it. When Type's anger does come about and is directed, Tharn is now unbothered. He returns the hate with playfulness. And this is when Type begins to truly start to fall because his ugliness is meet with unconditional.

Book Excerpt: No, I hate him. He's gay. He's the most hated species in the world. But in the end, the voice in my heart gradually weakened.

Tharn soothes Type to not have nightmares while he is sleeping and then mocks him in the morning. True Love.

Type and Techno have a violent relationship, but they both are good with it. To me, it has a bit of D/s brat friendship and Techno has no issues standing up to Type. Just like Techno telling him that he is both their friends now and basically to suck it. You can see the conflict with Type. He knows Tharn is a good guy, but he has a bias built on emotional pain. It's hard to logic and disconnect emotions when no one has helped you. See how Techno talks to Type. He can stand up to Type just fine, so their friendship relationship works for them.

Type brings food to Tharn, his favorite, and includes his favorite type of drink. He remembered from when they had been friends of sorts. Tharn is thrilled because this was basically a test to see where they really stood. Excerpt from the book: Therefore, today Tharn will ask him to help with the meal, knowing that… If he directly tells Type that he will definitely refuse it directly but if he does so through Ai’No, he may agree. Even if other people think it's just a small thing but because of Type, they hate him very much. There's no reason to bring food to him. Therefore, if he is willing to help him buy food, it may mean that… His dislike for him has decreased and the relationship between the two people has almost eased to the extent that they can be friends.

Type decides to not sleep. He knows that Tharn has been doing something, but he doesn't know what. Tharn comes in and pets Type's head, saying, "I must be crazy to think you're cute."

He lays a gentle kiss and then tells him that he hopes he doesn't have nightmares. But Type wasn't asleep, and he felt this, heard this, and knew somebody gave a shit despite everything he has dealt out. That's going to make it passed the bias. Regardless of what he feels about gays, this is an act of love that can't help but be heard. I can't explain what it's like to have a lifeline. When someone sees you at your ugliest and worst but isn't scared away. That's someone you can trust, and what's more attractive than that?

Book Excerpt: Since knowing what Tharn does to himself every night, Type can't sleep. Also, there is a man holding his face and wishing him a good dream and which straight man can sleep after that! Type thought gloomily, because now, when Tharn touched him every night… He even had desire.

He is back to trying to jerk off, but all he can think about is Tharn. Excerpts from the book: “Calm down, calm down, calm down!” In the end, Type can't restrain the instinct of the body. The whole body is shouting… I'm dying. I want his hands to help me! “Ah yes!” Finally, Type closed his eyes again and held himself in his hands. He tried to think about the sexy beauties in the videos. At first, the effect seems to be good, especially when thinking about the sweet voice of those beautiful women who are delicate and soft, but then he thought of Tharn saying “You're cute, Type.” Fuck me! Think about beauty, think about beauty, big breasted beauty. However, the more I tell myself, the more I think about the handsome face. Type sped up the speed of his jerking hands. The more he doesn't allow himself to think about it, the more the face floats around in front of his eyes. He came… Because of Tharn.

Tharn has learned to tease Type instead of getting mad. Which is driving Type both crazy and turned on. Which he can't handle. And a couple of things to know about Tharn. He has been upping thing as Type has pretends to sleep. He is fully aware of Type pretending to sleep and aware of the attraction between them building. He knows Type is feeling him. Because the normal Type would have kicked him.

Type attempts to run away by going to take a shower. Once done, he realizes that he doesn't have his boxers. Opens the door in his towel and Tharyn takes advantage of the situation. A lot of people have called this scene SA and honestly if you aren't paying attention and don't comprehend the internal conflict than I can kind of see the point. By this point, Tharn knows Type likes him, he knows he has a reason for hating gays, and that's what keeps him from accepting the mutual attraction, but he also knows that he's allowed to take things further when Type is "sleeping." Now, I will say that I probably would have thrown up and missed a whole hell of a lot in this scene if I hadn't read the book. Because of the book. I knew what I was looking for.

If you pay attention, you can see why this is considered No Kink, but you got to be looking for it. The show tried, but this is a hard thing to convey without showing us what's inside their head. Book excerpt: the less experienced person began to just pant, he tried to pull himself away but subconsciously instead kept pulling Tharn closer, he wanted him to continue, but the point is that he was not self-aware of it. The mouth cussed, but the whole body strength disappears in an instant, the heart couldn't wait to want more. But the dignity of having to admit it was broken. He felt that it was so good that Tharn didn’t want it to stop.

With the excerpt in mind. If you watch, you can really see how they tried to pull this off. Type acts reluctant yet looks Tharn in the eye, he tells Tharn to let him go but bites his lip when Tharn kisses his body more. Remember that one scene, that was clearly a no. We aren't seeing that here. He isn't fighting, and he isn't saying no. Instead, if you look, you can see Type gripping and kissing back. Rubbing his hands across Tharn's body. When Tharn finally goes to put his hand under Type's towel, he pauses on Type's leg. He's waiting for a reaction that will give him a yes or no on proceeding. Which at this point Type is completely lost to the passion.

Would this be acceptable in real life? Absolutely not, but I don't judge myself for my dreams or fantasies. Art is a healthy outlet for me to feel. For me, I can clearly see the no kink, so I'm going to sit back and enjoy the boy getting what he wants without acknowledging just yet what he isn't ready to acknowledge. Because it's not real, it's a fantasy. But I 100% get why it isn't for everyone, just don't fuck with my enjoyment.

Tharn gives Type the best blowjob of his life and when Type can think again, he is suddenly capable of pushing Tharn away. He throws his towel at Tharn and tells him he'll have to wash it. Then he runs, all the while yelling at himself to be hate him and be disgusted. Literally trying to talk himself into it, but when he can't, he goes and hides under his blanket.

Stupid Tharn can't just take his win, but has to taunt. Which ends up with him feeling Type's elbow to the gut. Suddenly he can fight, but couldn't in the shower? This wasn't like before, where he was locked in a flashback. Nope, this entire time, Type was aware. He could have hurt Tharn if he wanted, like he did once Tharn taunted him.

In all honesty. Tar upsets me more than anything. And I think MAME meant for him to, but few people bring him up. He is so locked in by his trauma that there is nothing for him. Remember how I talked about no lifeline and being locked in your head. Tar is in that place of trying to live but constantly being having fear. He's locked in his head. It's no way to live. But all these people who talk about the show don't talk about him! How are you speaking for SA survivors and not talking about Tar! Tar is taunted and haunted by his tormentor. Do you know what that is like, you are never safe, and you barely know what joy is because you are locked in constant reminder of what happened to you.

This boy is living in hell, and it's far worse to watch him suffer than the fucking shower scene everyone wants to talk about as being wrong. He hurts me, you guys. Tar is who you are right after it happens. Those first few years when you haven't figured out how to put the armor on, haven't gotten the will to live enough to hate. The only reason that boy is alive is for his brother. And that's so fucking sad and relatable, and nobody talks about him.

Everybody check out Kla. Trading to get pictures of Techno. Man, I really wish we would get their story. I get it. If people had problems with this, they'd really have problems with Kla and Techno's story, but there is something attractive about a bad boy that would burn the world for you.

Okay, this next part when Type gets touched. It actually makes me sick. Another part that is very realistic but nobody talks about. You guys, If you trigger me, and I'm able to push past that freeze. I'm going to react without thinking and barely remember what I did. I'm in fight or flight mode. I have done this exact same thing. Nobody touches me without permission. Nobody. I don't care how bad you want to give me a hug, back the fuck-up. If you aren't one of my kids, you can not touch me without me knowing you are coming. My kids, have learned from everyone else. My husband and besties, they don't come up behind me, and they never try to scare me. I really don't have that many issues because I'm Type and resting bitch face keeps most people more than arm length away.

I do not blame Type for what he did, and it pisses me off that he was made to be a victim again. Not that he'd really reached survivor status, but that's besides the point. He knows himself, and he tried to leave. He wasn't rude, he didn't say anything, was just going to extract himself from the situation. They reach out to touch him and Techno stops them. He knows that Type can not be touched, see Techno really knows Type well. Why don't we ever see conversations on this clear lack of consent. They aggressively ignored the signs that he didn't want to be touched, and there is nothing that makes what they did right. What they did to him was wrong. They tried to cancel him over something they started. By them crossing a boundary. MAME once again pointing out that anyone can be the guilty party, but often don't think about that. If it had been a male touching a female without permission, everyone would have seen that what happened wasn't okay. Why the double standards? Because he isn't a likable character, or because he is male? If that's why, maybe it's time to admit to yourself that you have some biases that need to be faced.

Well this was another long one. Hope you still enjoyed it as much as the other two. Thank you for taking the time to read it. 💜💜💜

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 2- The Eavesdropping Blues |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: implied sex, strong language, threats. MA.

Formaggios POV

"You don't fucking dress like that in public girl, what's wrong with you?" Formaggio faintly heard Prosciutto snap as he walked past your door, causing him to immediately freeze, his ear immediately pressing against the door. "You can wear a shirt that isn't low cut. Isn't it fucking winter?"

"Why do you have to judge what I wear?" You replied back, your voice sounding defeated. "You're being too bossy. We're supposed to be moving slowly, but you keep trying to control every little thing I do. I can wear what I want."

Formaggio heard Prosciutto scoff. "Take off the top and give it to me, I'll buy you a better top later. You can dress appealing without showing yourself to random men. Your body is only for our eyes."

"Don't you ever buy me anything, I don't need or want any of you buying me stuff. I can take care of myself completely fine," you snapped, heavy footsteps suddenly dashing across the floor. "Prosciutto, I want to keep the top. I'll cry if you take it."

"Oh really?" He snapped, a groan escaping his lips. "You are a dramatic girl, you know that? Fine, keep it, but if I catch you wearing that shirt in public, I'll spank you." That ending remark caused Formaggio to pause; does Prosciutto actually spank you?

You sighed, "Okay. I won't wear this specific shirt in public." The way you said that seemed suspicious like you already had a plan forming. You definitely were interesting, really weird, and you were hot.. Formaggio could kind of go with dating you, but he still wanted to watch ass shaking and get his dick sucked at the strip club. Out of respect to you, he'll wear a condom when random women suck him off, which he always did anyway.

"And you're going to have to spend my money. You are mine, meaning you spend my money and obey me. Women should obey." He heard a squeak of your bed. "Now, why don't you get over here and get on your knees? Be a good girl for me. Go ahead and take your top and bra off."

"Okay," you replied back, and with that, Formaggio quietly left, not wanting to hear you suck Prosciutto off. That's just too personal. "I'm not spending your money," he heard you say as he walked out the front door.

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"I love you so much, more than words could ever describe. You are just so fucking beautiful," Formaggio heard Melone say as he went to pass by the kitchen. That caused him to freeze, yet again listening in. He couldn't help it, he was fucking nosey. "Look at you.. you're so perfect. It goes deeper then your looks, I love your soul."

"Yeah, sure," you replied, your tone soft and caring despite the dry response. "You don't need to tell me lies, I'll keep sleeping with you. You don't have to keep going with all this."

"Women don't like me Y/N. I'm well aware that I'm a creepy and off-putting guy. All I get is rejected. You never rejected me," Melone told you, his voice gentle. "I've always wanted just one person to love.. and I told myself that when I find that person, my love would be strong and unconditional. You are that person, and in that, I will be loyal and loving to you."

Their was silence for a good minute before you finally replied, "You are all mafia men. You're all going to cheat on me and treat me bad, that's what your type does. You don't need to keep feeding me lies. I'm okay with what you are."

That offended Formaggio, what the fuck did you mean by that? Are you seriously going to judge them without knowing them? Melone was a fucking weird guy, he had a strong feeling that Melone was being serious. He never got lucky with women either, even the sex workers avoided Melone. Hell, the strippers refused to give him lap dances, he don't even go to the strip club anymore, only ever going three times and creeping the girls out to an extreme. Formaggio wondered, why doesn't Melone creep you out? Clearly you aren't right in the head, which was what Risotto had to find because no normal girl would fit in with them. But you seemed to.. kind of.

"I've already told you I'm going to be loyal, please don't label me. I really do love you and think you are beautiful, and I am glad you're my girlfriend," he quickly replied, this time having a sharpness in his tone. "You are mine, and I will protect you with my life. I've been so lonely, you know? I've been waiting for you, I truly feel like I have. I believe in soulmates."

"Well, I do like you. I can admit that, the others I don't really like yet," you told them, causing Formaggio to frown. "Well.. Formaggio is okay, but I know he's a dirt bag. But he is really funny." He raised his eyebrows - should he be offended or not? He wasn't a fucking dirt bag!

"You just need to get to know the others, I've seen you spend time with Prosciutto. Don't you like him?" Melone asked.

You let out a dry laugh, "no I don't like Prosciutto. He's so fucking bossy and annoying. I'm not an idiot, he's literally trying to train me like I'm some dog. I'm only physically attracted to him." You then sighed, seeming to be annoyed. "Listsn, I'm not the type of girl that won't listen to a man, I get that I sometimes gotta listen, but Prosciutto has weird rules."

"To be fair, baby, I also don't want you to go places by yourself. I don't mind how you dress. Men will always look at you, but I just want you safe, and I always want to know where you are. You're a part of this team now, and you may be an easy target," Melone told you. "I don't mean it like that.. you are strong, but men are viscous, especially men in this field. You can call me anytime you need to go somewhere or need anything. I would never get mad. You are my first priority now."

Melone was really laying it on hard for you. God, Melone was so weird, how did he already fucking dedicate himself to you? It's only been two weeks, Formaggio hardly even speaks to you, mainly just letting Melone and Prosciutto keep you. Well maybe his words would keep you here with them, Risotto keep saying he feels like you're going to try and run away from them.

Nobody would admit this, not even you - but the moment Risotto saw you, he was set on keeping you like he was always meant to find you and take you, claiming you as theirs. It was so easy too.. you were a petty criminal, had a stand, and it was obvious you had some understanding of the mafia. Risotto made it seem like he was asking you, but he was telling you that you now belonged to them. He did sweeten the deal, saying you would never be killed and that you would be safe and protected. He promised that you would have a stable job, knowing how hard it was for a criminal to find a stable job. You seemed to just say yes to him.. and then he kind of arranged you to be their girl.

Sharing a girl.. it's weird as fuck, but Formaggio can't find a girl to settle with. Prosciutto filed for his third divorce four years ago, and Ghiaccio doesn't even acknowledge the existence of women or any life outside of the team. Also.. they were assassins who killed people and committed terrible crimes. Some women knew of their reputation and avoided them. This seemed to be kind of work. With their busy schedules and hectic lives, a shared girlfriend seemed to make a little sense.

"Alright, Melone.. thanks," you told him dryly. "I do appreciate you very much. Thank you. You are easy to like," you told him, your tone softening up.

"I love you. You don't need to say it back. You don't need to love me for me to love you. I'm going out to do some research, want to come with me or stay here?" He questioned, a sigh escaping his lips. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, but I'll be texting you all day, and I'll call you tonight. Please try and answer, but I understand if you're busy."

"Be safe, alright?" You told him as he walked away, Formaggio quietly moving into hiding as Melone left out the front door. Formaggio waited a few minutes, wanting to approach you but stopping when Illuso swiftly entered the kitchen.

"Well, hello, Y/N, don't you look like a cute little girl today?" Illuso questioned, his tone even giving Formaggio the creeps, Illuso was a sick fuck, probably worse then Melone but he hides his urges. "Look at you.. come here, let me get a good look at you girl."

Formaggio let himself peak around the wall, seeing Illuso snake his hands around you, rubbing all over your back, side, his hungry eyes on you. "I am not a little girl, okay? I am an adult."

"Well, you're 12 years younger than me, and look at how short you are. I honestly love your full cock sucking lips the most, you suck dick great," Illuso commented, his hands landing on your ass, you just seemed to stare up at him. "I've had my dick sucked a lot, you definitely are number one. Good girl."

You crossed your arms over your chest as Illusos hand roughly smacked against your ass, a loud pop sound filling the air as you crashed into Illusos chest, his arms tightly locking around you. "I literally don't care. Why are you telling me this? Go away." He smacked your ass again, this time tightly grasping your ass cheek. "What do you want?"

"I came in here to grab a beer, wanted to feel you up first. What's so bad about that? You don't mind, right? I mean, I'm your boyfriend after all, are you uncomfortable?" Illuso questioned, his tone taunting. "Or are you scared of me? Scared I'll do whatever I please with you?"

"Risotto said you can't kill me," you snapped at Illuso, a chuckle escaping his lips. "I'm not scared of you at all, Illuso. You don't scare me one bit."

"Aw, I don't wanna ever kill you, that would be a waste of a good throat," he told you, causing you to frown, attempting to back away from him, causing his grasp to tighten. "But I will punish you if you aren't a good girl. Got that? And I'll punish you real hard." He let you go, only to grab your wrist, grasping it tightly. "Don't be stupid.. don't step out of line."

He let you go, walking past you as he opened the fridge. "Oh, and I'm about ready to fuck that pussy so get ready for that. I'm getting bored of just head, and I'm dying to see how that ass looks." He grabbed a beer, closing the fridge as he walked away, leaving before you could reply.

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"You don't have a say in any fucking thing, you're lucky I even let you have a say in yourself," Prosciutto snapped at you, causing you to glare at him. "Don't you glare at me. You did something bad! You do not leave this base without telling someone!"

Now, usually, you just got quiet and let Prosciutto run all over you for these past going on three weeks, but you seemed to be feeling extra feisty today because your reply was actually insane. The fact that you had the balls to say this to Prosciuttos' face without running away impressed Formaggio.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, my husband? My owner? I don't see a ring on my finger, I don't see a fucking stamp on me that says I need to listen to you!" You snapped at Prosciutto, causing Risotto to immediately look up at you. "Like, what the fuck is your problem with me?"

Prosciutto immediately stood up, swiftly approaching you. As he raised his hand, Melone stood up, stepping in front of you. "Don't hit her! She's new to this Prosciutto, just ease up on her a little. It's hard for her to adjust to being with all of us.. don't be mean to her."

Formaggio smirked a little. He couldn't help it, knowing that you may be smarter than everyone thinks. You've been observing them, he noticed that, and in that he noticed you and Melone becoming inseparable. He protected you, defended you - Melone was your pass to permanent survival here, and it was clear that you took notice to him.

Melone was.. he was a nerd, a creepy nerd. He's done sick things to mainly women, and even before he joined the team, he had a problem with killing women who rejected him and laughed at him. You never once laughed at him or called him a creep, instead sitting and talking with him, even accepting him. That's all you had to do.. with being the first chick to accept Melones weird ass you now have a permanent bodyguard. Formaggio sure as fuck wouldn't protect you, it ain't his job, he's just here for the pussy. But it was obvious that Melone and Prosciutto wanted more then pussy. Melone wanted love. What the fuck did Prosciutto want from you?

"Goddamnit, Melone, she isn't just your girlfriend!" Prosciutto snapped, glaring at Melone, his hands balling into fists. "She has a smart ass mouth and deserves to be smacked! Move Melone, let me discipline her as I please!"

You started to slowly back away, the two bickering men not noticing as you slowly began to backward walk towards the front door, seeming as if you were about to leave. Risotto suddenly stood up, causing you to freeze as he walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist, dragging you over to the couch and sitting you down next to Ghiaccio and right next to Risotto.

"Where did you go?" Risotto asked you, suddenly pausing as he leaned closer towards you, getting in your face. "Why do you smell like a skunk? What's that strong smell?"

You leaned back, and your back firmly pressed up against the back of the black leather couch. "It's weed, I went to go pick up some weed."

"From a man?" Risotto questioned, his tone hard. You didn't answer, instead looking down. "Strike one, don't let me get to strike three. If you want weed, one of us will get it for you. You aren't to associate with other men in the mafia outside of us unless necessary. Let this be your only warning."

"Risotto, that isn't fair," you muttered, your eyes staying on the ground. "I should be able to get my own weed. You're taking away all of my freedom. This isn't what I agreed to."

Risotto sat back. "It doesn't matter what you agreed to. You are our girlfriend now, meaning you need to show respect when respect is requested. You need to respect Prosciutto as much as you respect me."

"But I don't like Prosciutto!" You snapped at Risotto, immediately causing Prosciutto to turn towards you. "Nothing personal."

"Oh, you don't like me!? Really!? You don't fucking like me!?" Prosciutto snapped, glaring down at you. "You're lucky that Melone is here.. you are so fucking lucky. Because I assure you nobody else will protect you. You're nothing but a toy to us."

"A toy that most of you can't operate," you calmly replied back, causing Formaggios mouth to hang open slightly. Goddamn you were brave as fuck to say that.

"Who!?" Illuso snapped, that remark getting his attention. "Girl, you better watch what you fucking say to us. You could get knocked out."

"I'll hit you back," you replied back even calmer, causing Illusos face to suddenly harden. "You can't do anything to me that hasn't already been done you fucking idiot. Even if you were to kill me, I wouldn't give a fuck." You looked at Illuso, an actual smile appearing on your lips- damn, you hardly smiled. "Because I would be dead. So how about you and Prosciutto leave me the fuck alone? I don't give a fuck about what either one of you have to say."

"Y/N you gotta shut the fuck up babe," Formaggio finally added in, trying to help you. He knew he said that he would never help you but you were saying some wild shit. "You keep saying things that'll get you smacked, so maybe just shut up." He didn't wanna smack you, he knew you weren't talking about him, but Prosciutto and Illuso wanted to hurt you.

You looked over at Formaggio, blinking as you stared at him. "Fine, whatever," you replied, seeming to calm yourself down a little. "It's just not fair."

Pesci got up suddenly, immediately walking out the front door. Prosciutto gave you a deadly glare before following behind Pesci.

"Y/N, please baby, you need to just.. why did you say most of us can't operate you? What does that even mean?" Melone questioned as he sat next to Illuso. "Did you just insult our sexual abilities?" He frowned, seeming upset.

"I wasn't insulting you," you told him, instantly causing him to calm down. "I was insulting Prosciutto and the guy next to you." Just as you said that, Illuso leaned forward, his large arm stretching out as be roughly smacked your thigh, you hardly mustering up a flinch, instead rolling your eyes. "Okay, sorry."

Melone seemed annoyed by Illuso smacking your thigh, but he said nothing due to your reaction, instead giving you a smile. "Excellent. Now, let's put this behind us and move on. Okay?"

"What do you gotta say about all this Ghiaccio?" Illuso asked, his eyes landing on Ghiaccio who hasn't said a word since you've stepped in the door.

Ghiaccio didn't look up from his computer, shrugging. "Fuck if I care," he replied, his eyes finally glancing over at you, being unreadable. "Can we just get on with this? I'd like to be home before the fucking sun sets." He looked away from you as your head turned to look at him, his dark eyes swiftly cutting back to his computer, ignoring your gaze.

[thyandrawrites]

Hope you're doing good?

Doesn't the fact that (now confirmed by the recent leak chapter) shouji was attacked after (like right after) he saved the girl, invalidate his whole argument? Because while he did obviously change that one girl's mind about him, if the act of shouji saving the kid got him those scars in the firt place, what does he think he is going to accomplish exactly?

I mean, I know they're going for 'generational change', really really passing the buck in these situations, but if their goal is to be cool heroes to make things better for their kind and through shouji's story only the one person he saved accepted him, they seem pretty comfortable with a long haul while admitting all the horrible things are still going on? And at least so far, they seem to have no intention (or even a mention) of even returning to those places were the mutant hate is happening?

What do you think about this narrative choice? And do you think what spinner then said was right?

Hey, I'm doing okay, thank you. Just fighting a headache, so I hope that what I'm about to type makes sense.

This chapter shows a return of the argument that oppressed people need to fight for the "right reasons." Except it doesn't really go at length to explain what these reasons are, except for some vague, abstract feels-good ideal that is really no response to the demands of their opponents.

I think that the kids are trying to back away from offering a real solution by pushing a narrative of acceptance and friendship over actual accountability. The two "right" examples offered here both hint towards the same thing. First, there's Kouda's mom, who found an out from a life of harassment about her appearance when she received the unconditional love of her soon-to-be husband. Then there's Shouji and the little girl he saved versus the crowd who attacked him for it. In both cases there's a common denominator. The lesson they're trying to push by citing these examples seems to be that so long as mutants have at least one person on their side, and so long as they have someone they want to protect, it's possible and encouraged to brave through any oppression. Kouda's mom had her husband and son, while Shouji had the one good memory and the little girl's gratitude.

Now, this argument fails to land for several reasons.

One, it downsizes and trivializes a social issue into something much smaller that doesn't need society at large to answer for it. Finding true acceptance in friends and family doesn't cancel out the oppression. It just makes it more bearable, at least for those who are lucky enough to find it. But for them and for those who are not, oppression still remains a very real problem that needs addressing. Saying "but I have friends!" means nothing because having friends is not the point. These people are demanding that society do something about groups like the CRC. They're asking protection from massacres like incident 6/6. In the grand scheme of things, the fact that some mutants found warmth and belonging is irrelevant to the questions currently being asked.

Two, this argument is tone-deaf and self-serving. The hero kids assume they are the only ones here who have friends and people to protect, or just people on their side willing to stick with them unconditionally. That's false. Spinner is literally fighting to free one friend, Kurogiri (which he has stated as the goal of this attack several times now), and to protect another one of his friends, Shigaraki. Spinner accepted AFO's power to protect the League as a whole because the League was the first real home he had. Just like Kouda's mom and Shouji, Spinner also has someone who accepted him for who he is in Tomura. The heroes don't get to use the "I have friends to protect and they love me very much" card if they're not ready for a uno reverse move. It's not the winning argument they think it is. It just shows their ignorance and self-centeredness.

Three, channeling rage into fighting for "the right reasons" and becoming heroes is also not a response to the problem of oppression. If it were, we wouldn't have things like Gang Orca being called villainous or making children cry because of his appearance. The thing is, while entering the hero business gives heteromorphs the chance to discredit the prejudice that their quirks make them all subhuman or villainous, visibility alone doesn't cut it. One thing that would help is using that platform to address discrimination, using their status to help the cause. Ideally, though, heteromorph discrimination shouldn't be on heteromorphs alone to combat. A vast majority of the people responsible for oppression don't do it because they don't know better, like, say, the kids when they called Shouji an octopus. People who created social hierarchies based on quirk privilege will want to stay prejudiced to maintain said privileges. So I find this argument ineffective. It distracts from asking accountability on a societal scale, making it into a private conflict that can be solved with rep and good will.

Imho it's not the fact that Shouji was attacked right after rescuing the child that invalidates his argument then, but rather the fact that he's talking about peas when he was asked about peacocks.

As for the last question, what I think about Spinner. I think he's right, and that the kids are only "winning" this argument because Spinner is too incoherent to string together a counterargument. Like. It's almost hard to watch how Hori is dumbing down the points the villains are pushing forward (enough so that even a rock would understand them) and making the villains easier and easier to save, but the heroes still can't be bothered to save them. They have their work cut out for them but still struggle to get past the very first step. Listening.

Like. The whole thing here is that Spinner accepted these powers (that make him so fearsome and wooooo... Dangerous in the heroes' eyes) because society beat into him the idea that he's worthless so long as he's not strong on his own.

The heroes can talk about the power of friendship all they want. The truth is still that their society is individualistic and quirk elitist as hell. They have rankings. Things like "there is power in numbers and in relying on others for help when you need it" are a very recent development. Like, as recent as Deku's rogue arc. But their society doesn't function on those ideals. In fact, it's engineered to squash those "weak" enough to rely on others to win. Think of Monoma and Shinsou and their respective struggles to be seen as "worthy" enough to call themselves heroes wannabes. Both were called villains simply because they weren't flashy enough on their own, because they needed to borrow their power from others.

Spinner is first and foremost a victim of that society. He didn't fall prey of AFO's schemes because he's a heteromorph (even if AFO instrumentalized this for his own gain). He fell prey because he thought he was useless alone.

This chapter once again brings focus to his need to fill that emptiness in his heart. Unlike Dabi, Stain, Shigaraki—or anyone in the League, really—Spinner doesn't think he has it in him to "change the world on his own"

But he still wants to.

AFO seized this opportunity to manipulate him, and Spinner gave in because he saw no better options to truly make a difference. Let's remember that during the first war arc, when the PLF saw their hideout get stormed in by an army of heroes, Spinner was pretty powerless. He had no big showdown, and even his attempt to wake up Shigaraki backfired.

But if Spinner fell for AFO's machinations, it's because society told him, over and over, all his life, that he's useless so long as his quirk is useless. If he became Godzilla and endangered civilians, it's because he was taught that to be someone he needed to be this strong.

The kids can tell him their inspirational stories all day long, but the reality Spinner lived is still one of kill or be killed. They can tell him that they want to become heroes and change the world all they want, but the truth remains that Spinner was never in the running for heroism in the first place. His quirk was too "weak" and forgettable.

So the point is, while the kids have the luxury of channeling their anger for "the right reasons"—while they can grit their teeth and bear the oppression because they can make a difference in the future—Spinner simply doesn't have that option to fall back on. If he wants social change, he can't rely on becoming a hero to get it. And if "friendship and people to protect" was enough to change things for the better, he wouldn't have seen friend after friend die.

So while his reaction might seem cold or insensitive, I think he has every reason to be angry. The kids aren't offering him any alternatives. They're just casting judgement from their high horse.

[ashes-writing-corner]

Guys I'm back with another update for Ghosts that We Knew! Finally Soap enters the story! Yes he's alive in this because screw Canon, it sucks and I've made my own!

Trigger warnings for Suicide, Suicide mention, discussion of organ transplant, and a bit of phone anxiety if you squint. Also possibly poorly translated Scottish Gaelic, I used Google Translate. It's supposed to mean "No Fucking Way".

Taglist: @stargatenovus

On to the update!

Ghosts That We Knew

Part 10- Soap

Christmas was a time of giving, and not just gift giving. It was a giving of time, charity, and unconditional love. So you were left with a question: what in the world does one give a ghost for Christmas?

There were so many different possibilities. He could want to live again, if only for a day. But unfortunately that wasn't a gift you were capable of giving. He could ask for nothing, but in your mind that wouldn't have been fair. So…what to do?

Well, ever since Ghost had brought up the name John MacTavish, you had been on a hunt for the man. Scouring the internet through countless people with the same name. You left messages for some, had to call a few others, which was incredibly jarring. You were antisocial enough. This was very much uncomfortable to you. But there was a strange mix of annoyance and relief when no one either knew what you were talking about or turned down your requests to message. You felt like a mad person trying to hunt this man down.

All of this for a dead man, and it felt like you were just wasting your time. With only a few days left before Christmas, you had no way of knowing where to find this guy your ghost seemed to know.

Until finally, someone answered your request to talk…

You had typed to the man, asking if he was John “Soap” MacTavish a few days prior, but it seemed he was only just now getting back to it.

The message was read and one was sent back. “What's left of him…who is this? How do you know my call sign?”.

When you had a slow moment at the Cafe, you were quick to introduce yourself. “HI! Thank goodness, I finally found you! My name is Y/N L/N. I know you don't know me and this is a very weird situation. But…I have a ghost haunting my apartment and I think he knows you. He's been asking after you!”.

With held breath you waited for a reply. Those three damn little dots were the bane of your existence as the man was typing a response.

“My call sign is supposed to be classified. How do you know about it?”.

Really? That's what he was worried about? You supposed it made sense though to an extent…

“Look, I know it's strange. But seriously the ghost haunting my apartment told me. Then he mentioned your name and I had to track you down. Maybe you guys knew each other at some point. I don't know. He's not been too keen on the details”.

A long pause before those damn dots appeared. Your heart hammered in your chest as you waited for an answer. An answer didn't come but instead, you landed yourself a video chat request.

Oh shit…

This was about to either go great or really, really bad. But for Ghost…you had to do it. You answered the chat, only to see who was, arguably, the most handsome man you'd seen in a long time. His dark brown hair was in a ridiculous Mohawk style, but it seemed to suit him well. He had concerned but kind eyes. You didn't fail to notice the scar on his chin, despite it being almost covered by a short well kept beard. He seemed surprised to see you too.

“Um…hi!” You gave a shy but pleasant wave, “I wasn't expecting this but-”.

“You said there's a ghost hauntin’ yer place?” He had a very nice Scottish accent that was frankly making you feel things you hadn't in a while…

You ignored it and gave a nod. “Yeah. He's been asking after you”.

“Has he shown himself? You know what he looks like?”.

“Only a few times. He's tall, skull faced…I've never seen-”.

“Holy shit, that's him. Ya got the LT hauntin’ ya. That's either a very good thing or a very bad thing. There was never an in between with ‘im”.

“So you did know him?!”.

“Sure did. We worked together, on a task force together. What I don't get is why he'd be askin’ after me…” there was a sadness in his face and tone, “it was my fault what happened”.

“I…doubt he feels that way. I think he's been wanting to see you again. He's mentioned you like twice at this point”.

“Where you at, sweetheart?” He asked and again he made you feel butterflies.

“I um…I moved here to Manchester a few years ago after my partner was killed in action. I just…needed to get away from it all. And I thought a change in scenery would help my daughter too. Things got a bit weird after I had a medical incident some time ago and he's been on again-off again haunting us since my surgery”.

“He was from there. You may have accidentally ended in his old flat” Soap replied, raising a brow in interest.

“Yeah it was his. He doesn't talk about it very often-”.

“Does he actually talk? Like…to you?”.

“Yeah! We communicate through an app on my phone! It keeps a record of everything up to about six months!” You grabbed your phone to show him the messages, scrolling to where he was mentioned.

He saw the messages and blinked in surprise. “Jesus…well…if you're worried he's gonna hurt your kid, he won't. If I know Simon-”.

“That's his name?! I'm sorry he just never told me”.

Soap nodded. “Simon Riley. His call sign was Ghost. Apparently he's still goin’ by it. Damn that's not surprising any…”.

“Simon Riley…” the name seemed to roll off your tongue perfectly.

It sounded oddly familiar. Like you should've known that was his name, and now that you knew it felt so damn obvious. Simon Riley…so familiar and yet so far away…

“What…what happened to him?” You asked, genuinely curious.

He looked hesitant for a moment, as a look of guilt and shame seemed to hit him. “Suicide. Physically Simon was at his peak, but mentally he wasn't doing very well. He had it very rough, even before becomin’ a soldier. He came from an abusive home, his family all dead…it all just took a toll. He couldn't handle it. I was the one who reported him the first time he tried. We didn't speak after that. He was pissed at me and I just…kinda left ‘im to it. Thought I did the right thing, but gettin’ ‘im kicked out didn't solve shit”.

You blinked. “It…wasn't his first try wasn't it?”.

Soap shook his head. “First time I caught him and reported it. Thought I did the right thing. I didn't expect them to discharge him. I kept tryin’ ta reach out but I didn't hear anythin’ from him. Second time, he was in a coma. That's when I was there. I tried so hard…I wanted to get ‘im back…tell ‘im I was sorry about all the mess. Even if he hated me he would've known…” he paused, those eyes of his watering, “me and the guys…we all tried. We didn't know just how messed up he was. Gaz got him to talk a few times but he outright refused to talk to me or the captain”

“Hey…” you said in a comforting tone, “what happened wasn't your fault. As you said he was troubled. And maybe that's why he's reaching out now. Maybe…maybe seeing you again can help him move on. Not that I don't appreciate his company. I do. A lot. But…he deserves to rest. Maybe we can help him and you also get some closure”.

Soap nodded looking thoughtful. “I'll see about talking to the guys and maybe we'll make our way over. Never thought I'd get a chance but…we all got a lot to say i'm sure. And if he's askin’ after me, well, it's only a matter of time before he starts asking for the others”.

“I don't think he's mad at you. He never talks bad about you. Or anyone else for that matter. Really he just talks bad about himself”.

“He shouldn't. He was a hero…in a way. In life and in death”.

“Oh?”.

“Yeah, he was an organ donor. We all are in 141st. Not a requirement but highly recommended. He gave blood regularly. Kept himself in shape. He wanted his donors to get the best they could get. His mind might not have been the best but he wanted to make sure the rest of him was”.

You blinked. “I…I suppose I shouldn't be surprised” you paused a moment, “how long ago did he die?”.

“About two years ago. Why? It was roughly around Halloween two years back. I um…wasn't at my best at that time. I actually-”.

“What hospital?” You asked.

It was beginning to click in your head. No way, this had to be some kind of crazy coincidence. There was no way.

It couldn't be…

Could it?

“I can't remember the name off the top of my head. The captain would know. I'll contact Price and see if he knows-”.

“Was it the royal infirmary?” You asked, trembling.

“I think so…why? You okay?”.

You blinked. “I um…I had a medical procedure done a few years ago. You mentioned he was an organ donor?”.

Soap blinked. “Think ya got somethin’ from ‘im?”.

“I…I think I did. But I don't know. I never looked up my donor”.

“What'd ya get? Liver? Pancreas?”.

You lowered your shirt a little so he could see the top of the scar on your chest. Soap went wide eyed.

“Holy shit…gun dóigh air choireigin…” he somehow managed to pick his jaw off the floor, “okay that settles it, I need to meet you. Listen, I need you to find out the truth though. I need you to find out about your donor because this is really fucking insane…”.

“You think he was my donor?”.

Soap looked at you with a serious expression. “I think he was. But it's best that you get confirmation. This is meta as all hell…”

“You're um…you're telling me. You actually want to meet me?”.

“I do. And so do the guys I think. We were all there that night. I think they'd all be very interested in meeting you. Please…I know it's crazy but if you could find out your donor…please do. He didn't have any family so you're actually entitled to that information. And if I recall correctly, he may have left a little somethin’ for you”.

“For me?”

“He wrote notes, letters for his donors in case if he was KIA or somethin’. This definitely counts. I'll talk to the guys and we'll be in touch, alright?”.

You nodded, unable to speak. This was insanity. Who would've thought a haunting would connect you to so many people?

“Alright. I guess I'll see you soon then? I think it's best we meet outside the apartment first. I can give you the address to my Cafe if that's okay?”.

“Yeah that's perfect! You…stay safe. Don't tell him we're coming alright?”.

“Wasn't planning to. This was supposed to be a Christmas thing anyway”.

Soap nodded. “Got it! Thank you! Seriously thank you for reachin’ out. We'll be in touch! I'll see you in a few days!”.

You ended the call and were left speechless. There was no way. Ghost…Simon…he couldn't be your donor…

Could he?

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I love platonic soulmates so much 😭Neff's canon story is 100% a love story, just not in the way most people expect one to go. It's about learning to love oneself, it's about still loving people that have hurt you, it's about learning to love someone through understanding them and loving people at their worst.

Love and found family are so important to her, so to have the platonic soulmate dynamic be so present on this blog and having Raven be one of those people is such a joy. I love that 'I'm here for whatever you need whenever you need me' type dynamic and the unconditional love of wanting someone to have what's best for them and what they deserve. I love the 'everyone thinks we're dating but we're not', because it makes me giggle when they don't even try to beat the allegations while with their respective partners.

Like there's no other way to describe it other than they mean the world to each other and no matter how rough things get they know they have a home to go back to with each other :'>