snickerdoodie · 2 months ago
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“Need you now”
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Summary: The Tornado Wranglers weren’t known for staying in one place for longer than a few days; too many storms to chase, fans to see, family’s to help. It required constant movement and you knew that, but it was never easy for you or Tyler.
Pairing: Tyler Owen’s x f!reader
A/N: Funny story about this fic, I actually based it on my grandma and late grandpa. It makes me so teary eyed every time she tells me the story but I love it sm😭. I’m not even gonna lie, I didn’t really know if I wanted to post this cuz it just…felt like it didn’t turn out right. Feel free to listen to the song while reading, it’s “Need You Now” by Lady A. Not proofread, per usual. But I hope you guys like it!
“Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone, 'cause I can't fight it any more
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me, it happens all the time”
You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Tyler Owen’s; a famous YouTuber, Tornado Wrangler, and an overall state superstar and hero, but nothing prepared you for all this. The waiting, the longing, the empty bed side, the constant anxiety that maybe today was the day he wouldn’t come home from a chase, it was all awful.
And here you were again, laying in bed alone, tucked in the shriveled up covers and blankets staring blankly at the brain dead tv show with nothing but numbness. It’s been 2 weeks since you’ve last seen and heard from Tyler, with every passing day you miss the toothy grin, his warm, strong embrace. You miss it all. It’s like they say; you never know how much something means to you until it’s gone, and right now, you couldn’t miss him more.
Too busy caught up in your thoughts, you barely process the blaring sound of your cell phone going off. Someone was calling you. In a slumped up ball of blankets, you lazily pick up the phone and glance at the caller ID, not expecting the man you missed most to be the face you see. A wave of emotion hits you at the photo. It was a selfie of the two of you cuddled up in the gleaming sunlight by the bed of a lake. Clothes damp and hair wet, you both decided to bask in the blaring sunbeams as a way to dry off and stay warm.
As hastily is possible, you hit the green accept button. With shaking hands and a wobbly smile, you bring it up to your ear, not even registering the sweet muffled melody coming through the other end.
“Oh my god, Tyler,” you blurt, voice nearly scratchy, “God, I’ve missed you so much…I-“ It’s only when you stop to take a breath that you hear it.
“It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now,”
As you feel your throat close up and eyes brim with tears, you stay silent. In your blindness to hear Tyler’s voice again, you completely missed the pianos intro, deaf to the lyrics all together. But once you hear the chorus, you melt away. The once welled up tears cascade down your cheeks like a broken dam; no matter how many you wipe away they keep falling. The swelling of your chest becomes nearly painful, trying to hold back the choked sobs that threaten to escape, but it’s a lost cause.
In one last hope, you put the phone on speaker and bring your legs up to your chest, burying your head between your knees as one of your hands holds the cell up. Just as you do, a blubbering whimper travels from your throat as a sob follows it soon after. As the song continues to flow around the room, the quiet but definite wails carry on, an unstoppable sound that breaks Tyler’s heart through the staticky reception of the call.
Minutes pass by as your weeping slows to small sniffles, eyes closed as you focus on the last remaining lyrical bits of the song.
“Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all,”
You don’t trust yourself to speak, the emotions still raw and twirling in your mind, a powerful force that only one person can tame.
“Hey baby...”
You nearly burst into another onslaught of tears at the sound of his voice. It’s quiet and nearly as syrupy as your own, and unbeknownst to you, Tyler had too, lost himself at the sound of you. How could he not? With every twister he went through, he always thought one thing; What if doesn’t come home? What if this is the one that finally takes the Tornado Wrangler down, leaving you with nothing to mourn over. The thought alone gave him goosebumps.
“Tyler..” you whimper, chest swelling at the relief of hearing him once again.
“I don’t even know how to start tellin’ you how nice it is to hear your voice again…god I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” With a smile, you repeat back.
“I’ve missed you too, Tyler…I miss you being here with me..” If you close your eyes tight enough, you can really picture him here with you. His breath winding down your neck as his stubble pricks the side of your face. The smell of his cologne mixing in with the scent of your perfume. Listening closely, you hear shuffling then a deep breath, before he finally speaks,
“I’m coming home soon, baby, I promise you I am.”
“I just need you now,
Oh, baby, I need you now.”
Three posts in one day?!? A new record for me. Lmfao I actually wrote this one today and had a crisis if I wanted to post it or not. I know this song is about heartbreak and wanting someone back after they’ve left…but I wanted to try and make it about longing, like the story my grandma always tells me. I hope you guys like this fic! I honestly might rewrite it on a later date, but I was kinda texting the waters with it. As always, comment if you liked or disliked something, inbox is still open!
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onthewaytosomewhere · 5 months ago
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It's Sunday ... ya know what that means
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ok .. so sentences cuz it's already sunday - Let's do this!
so my sentences this week are actually one of the ficlets I wrote over the weekend cuz the only other thing I've written recently is not ready for public viewing
so i wrote 8 ficlets this weekend and they're all on ao3 if ya want to peruse - to pick which to post I used an 8-sided die to determine which we'd post here - I rolled a 1 so it's a good thing I wasn't actually playing a game lolz
ficlet and tags behind the post (cuz ooops it might be a bit long for a ficlet)
Henry sinks into the chair on the dock. His friend June invited him along to her family’s lake house in Texas for a long weekend, and as Pez wasn’t in town and had nothing holding him and Will, his toddler son, at home, he decided to tag along. Now, sitting here watching her younger brother, Alex, swim across the lake, hoist himself up on the dock, and slowly walk over to plop in the chair next to him, he wonders why he thought his dog wouldn’t be enough company for them over the long weekend. He’s so lost in thought he misses what Alex is saying to him. He attempts to recover but is so entranced by the drops of water trailing across Alex’s chest he’s surprised he doesn’t offer to lick them off.
Instead, he gets out, “Um … I’m sorry, what was that? I was a bit lost in thought.” It’s not a lie; he was lost in thought. He’s just not sure he should admit those thoughts were all the things he wanted to do to his friend's brother. Alex is ten years younger than him and just graduated from college; he doesn’t need pervy older men lusting after him. Henry is certain he has plenty of people his age lusting after him. Honestly, he thinks there’s probably a new circle in hell being created for him as they speak after some of the thoughts he’s had this weekend. It doesn’t help that Alex is legitimately perfect; he seems to love David, who loves him back in a way he hasn’t loved anyone since Pez. And Will—Will is utterly smitten with Alex, much like his father, only, of course, with less pervy thoughts.
“I was just wondering if Will was still napping. I promised him I’d take him into the lake today.” The blush that rises in Alex’s cheeks as his eyes seem to roam Henry’s body makes Henry wonder if at least some of his feelings aren’t returned. Of course, that is most likely just his overactive imagination at work. “That is if you’re still all right with that.” The way Alex nibbles at his lip gives Henry thoughts he really shouldn’t be having when talking about his son.
“Of course, Will would be distraught with me if I denied him that. I trust you to care for him in the water, Alex.” He attempts to smile in a non-predatory way, but all of the very horny thoughts running through his head make him wonder if he was successful.
“Besides, you’ll be right there with us, right?”
The thought of standing in the water with Alex, as Will no doubt clamors all over him, is doing things to Henry. He knows he has a bit of a competency kink, and Alex has shown just how competent he can be with Henry’s son all weekend. It makes Henry wonder how competent he could be with Will’s father, and he really needs to stop thinking that way.
“Of course –“ Luckily, before he can embarrass himself further, June walks over and plonks Will into his lap.
“Someone woke up from his nap and wanted his dad.” She says as she walks past and plops herself onto the edge of the dock.
Henry’s never been so happy to have his son wake. He has something to focus on other than the devastating man across from him. Well, at least until Will sees Alex and practically throws himself from Henry’s lap to get to him, his loud “Alex” echoing through the silence. Apparently, his thoughts are not the only thing focused on Alex.
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strangeweirdgirl · 5 months ago
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Lets talk about Annabeth and Thalia reaction after Luke's dead. (Not immediately after but the few snippets we got from hoo)
Annabeth:
Honestly the reaction we hav from annabeth checks out. She doesn't really wanna talk about him and that's perfectly fine. The guy who you saw as a brother then crush turned to a bad side and unfortunately you weren't able to help but in the end he still choose the right path, it can be confusing for her i think. She might blame herself that if i tried harder maybe i would be able to save him and he'll be alive. I hope though that she talks about it with someone cuz it will help the trauma. Anyways In tlh, when jason shows her the pic she doesn't wanna talk about him and that's fine hes a stranger but jason says a darkness comes upon her face.
From this I'm guessing after everything she's blocking everything and trying not to think or process it esp after percy goes missing. But as i said before it checks out. After everything it can be hard and confusing for her. Esp since in the short story hermes put it all on her. So she may blame herself and refuse to talk or think about it too much.
Another theory i have from her reaction, when Jason asks who luke is, is that she is angry with him. He went too far and didn't accept help(debatable) and destroy much in the way. Because a lot of demigods that died annabeth must have known personally and may have grown with them so while she may still have a soft side for him and proud that he sacrificed himself but is angry that his choices caused that much destruction and death. So yea in a way she also in this theory is confused and angry and frustrated with him.
Thalia:
Uff man Thalia. Im so confused about her as a character. She became antiluke in tlo but in tlh she calls luke her best friend like it was nothing and like she wasn't completely against him. I get after his sacrifice she became softer towards him (they're my otp so i would love this but) but girl you left him on his own, clearly against him in tlo, spew some lies about his father loving him when he didn't show any signs for it and now 3 4 months you calling him your best friend again. Uffff i cant process it or actually take it seriously
I do wanna say though because rick is kinda inconsistent with her character im not sure what to take as canon. Because after ttc she became a side character rick just doesn't focus on her or who she is as a person cuz i feel she keeps changing from what she is introduced to us before. She trusts Luke so much in ttc and yea seeing him like that can make her change some thing but to go all out like that idk. She completely switched to being antiluke in tlo and saying things that weren't even true. Then in tlh he is her best friend again. Alongside this i would also say her not showing any big reaction to Jason's death is completely out of character as well, at least what i perceive her as. Many ppl also think her reaction wasn't right to who she is thats why i say rick is inconsistent with her character just because she has become side and maybe he doesn't put much thought into it.
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all-about-seggs · 4 years ago
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Unraveling Desires :
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Rating - 18+, Mature
Pairing - Gojo Satoru x female reader
Word count - 1.4k
Warning's - Smut, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fingering, Virgin!reader, Female reader, I wanted to add a bit of corruption kink but I don't think I did a good job. Satoru is being a gentle dom.
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Your room was quite except for the wet smacking of Satoru's lips against yours. With just a few more seconds left before you start to feel breathless, he would notice for sure but won't stop, loving to push your limits as much as he can and today was no exception.
His hands kept roaming around your clothed thighs in soft circular motions as if to make you feel more at ease, though you both knew it was having the opposite effect. Usually you stopped him before his hands made any contact with your bare skin but you had already decided even before inviting him to your place, that you were ready to take the next step. It's quite the feat actually, how you controlled yourself all this time.
Every movement his big mascular hands made, every bob of his Adam's apple when you two had your lunch dates, every kiss from his soft pink lips was irresistible and undeniably sexy. And the worst part? He knew what he was doing to you and was ruthless in his ministrations.
" Hooooo~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) what are you thinking y/n chan?" he cooed, keeping his tone light and teasing, to make you blush.
You wanted to do a lot more than kissing from the start but the fact that you had zero experience along with your boyfriend's cocky nature made it difficult for you to openly admit your thirst for him.
"...... Hmmm y/n, you're not go stop me today?" Satoru's question brought you back to reality before your mind could continue with its fantasy.
This was it. He gave you the perfect chance to decide what would happen tonight. Regardless of his love for pushing your buttons he respected your decisions and would ask for you after every heavy makeout session, whether you wanted to continue or not.
The answer was clear to you this time,
" I don't want you to stop", you muttered, stifly looking him in the eye. A sultry look would've been better but it's hard to muster up the courage for that when you're face to face with Satoru's beautiful azure eyes. The blindfold he usually dons, long discarded on the floor.
Something about having his eyes on you makes you feel completely naked even with all the cloths you have on. He doesn't miss a single chance when it comes to making you squirm. A few seconds pass before he finally grabs the hem of your t-shirt,
" You wanna do this naked right?" Satoru asks again, smirking from ear to ear. He just wants to make you as desperate as possible, begging for his touch, to pump his already over inflated ego, as the self proclaimed honoured one, it's only natural his little sweetness would want to bare herself to him and only him .
He pulls the garment off as soon as you give a shy nod, throwing it on the floor, he swiftly worms his way to your bra while kissing up your neck. He takes your outfit apart piece after piece untill there is nothing left to hide. He props himself up on his knees to admire your naked body splayed out beneath him.
Its nothing short of embarrassing for you, to be stared at like this but you'd be a hypocrite if you said you didn't liked having all of your boyfriend's attention.
" What a pretty body you have my sweet, all untouched, now why don't you be a good girl and tell me all the dirty thoughts you think you've hidden from me, hmmm?", Lowering himself to rest his face on your chest he continues in a hushed voice,
"Oh and keep them unfiltered.... I'd rather your first time be to your liking....... Don't worry about being unreasonable, cuz I can make anything happen", there was arrogance in his tone, as always.
" I just wanted to do this with you, for a long time, and I feel like we've both waited enough so please....just touch me.." you said, desperation clear in your voice and Satoru finally gives in, moving towards your breast, he takes your left nipple in his mouth, licking the soft bud untill it hardens, his other hand roaming to your hips.
" Say, Y/n..... Have you touched your self before?", Pulling his mouth from your boob with a pop, he asks, leaving you a little stunned.
"Ngh- n-no.... I haven't", as soon as those words slip from your mouth his eyes light up, giving them an otherworldly glow.
"I see, so this is gonna be the first time you cum then....." His voice grows distant and soon he's in between your thighs. He gently parts your legs, staring intently at your core.
" No need to be embarrassed sugar, I'm gonna make you feel good", his reassuring words were oddly arousing, keeping both his hands on your inner thighs, he latches his mouth on your pussy giving your slit a long, smooth lick.
Your moans are inevitable at this point as he keeps his focus on your clit, altering between sucking on it and licking your tight virgin hole. He makes sure you feel all the slick gathering in your pussy as he slurps on it like a man starved and soon the only voices in the room are of your stifled moans and his obscene way you eating you out.
Moving one hand to your folds, he slides one slick covered finger into your tiny cunt, another new sensation along with the one his tongue is creating is too much to bear as you let out coarse moan,
Lifting his cum smeared face, Satoru's blue eyes stare at your face through his disheveled bangs, you look so cute, your pathetic attempts to bite back the sounds of pleasure, moist eyes and your face that looks like it's going to explode if he doesn't make you cum, it's all so pure. He can't help the sadism that's building up inside him, his need to tease you more growing with every second.
" Don't hold back y/n~ I want to hear how good I'm giving it to you and I want you to tell me when you cum okay?♡", his voice is so sweet you'd think he's talking to a toddler. His head dives back to your folds as soon as you uncover your mouth and the next thing you know, a throbbing sensation is taking hold your your nether region.
" Sa- Satoru.... Im fe- feeling it......", You choke out a few words of warning before he adds another finger in your hole, taking his long, thick fingers in and out untill you start to stretch by his ministrations.
You're first orgasm was overwhelming, making you clench your thighs and pussy around him, moving your hips against his face until you come down from your high.
You're panting with your eyes closed and mouth open as Satoru pulls himself up, wiping his face with the back of his hand he states down at you, looking all blissed out with such a lewd look on your face that nobody but him has ever seen. It makes his cock twitch with excitement.
" I hope this wasn't all you wanted, because we have a lot more to do~ "
You open your eyes to see your boyfriend already half naked in front of you, he smoothly takes off his pants and underwear, his hard cock laid out in front of you for the first time. You wanted to stare, hell, you are staring, it looks just as pretty as the rest of him, intimidating too because of its size.
" Are you ready y/n?, Because it's time I get my fill of you as well, so relax for me", kneeling in between your thighs again, he strokes himself a few more times before lining himself in front of your entrance.
You give a reassuring nod before he slowly eases himself into you with a low groan, the stretch is painful and long as he bottoms out. Seeing your face twisting in pain he stops and waits for you to adjust to his size.
" How are you doing my love?" He asks, his tone an octave lower, sounds even more tempting when he's speaking right into your ear,
"Yeah..... Its okay", you look up at him and he feels himself twitching inside you, he's also been very patient so as to not rush you. Never objecting when you asked him to stop whenever you had your makeout sessions. You trusted him with yourself, that's why it was easier to tell him your desires.
" Please make me feel good".
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supercorp-hosie · 3 years ago
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My thoughts for Legacies 316: (here we go again😂)
(I’m combining after thoughts with live thoughts)
1) The soundtracks for this episode are amazing, they fit very well even for Finsie that I heard that a lot of people were complaining on Reddit.
2) I finally get my team Sowanby! I just feel so much from them! They kind of make a great team, but please, do not go on another heist again. You both sucks at that! The holes are, the museum don’t have a fucking alarm for Leonardo DaVinci’s work? Are you kidding me? And Landon beating the shit out of the guard but not putting him out first is so dumb. The worst is Cleo calling Landon’s name so loud, I can’t😂😂😂😂😂😂 you don’t want people to be on your back when you have the Malivore threat going on guys! And ha! You guys are on the headline! That’s why I really feel like these supernaturals are so outdated and solidified from modern technology, even in 2030! Are you going to tell me everything technology will still be the same like now?? Come on, there’ll be cameras watching everywhere. Like they can see Cleo using magic! I need my Trimini (or bridge) coven and Hope starting to integrate the supernatural world with the modern world. About Trimini and Hope future career, click here.
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3) the line about “many who shaped it are never acknowledged” I stand! After that, about the key card my random thoughts were about Landon being the one that stole the key card😂 just out of the blue and I’m proven wrong though.
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4) Landon bonding with Cleo!!!! They thought the same way, and “I can promise that anyone that have to get to you, they have to get to me” is so strong! But the scene after, is the moment I started really doubting Landon, the look is too alarming. But there are still Sowanby scenes😭😭😭 and the melted heart mud... I mean I genuinely believed that the spell didn’t work because Landon is also mud himself. But in hindsight it is horrific, like the serial killer is just standing next to you but and the signs are right in front of you.
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5) Malivore mud being artistically friendly! I can’t haha! Oh and when Holarke walked on Sowanby inspiring moment🤣🤣🤣I can’t, they act like both of them are cheating on one another it’s hilarious. Thank you for acknowledging each other Holarke and Sowanby🤣. By now, I should have known that’s MaliLandon. It’s humiliating because Holarke and Sowanby got me so happy that I didn’t see the clues lmao! Because there’s this line: “Following the footstep of the Renaissance greatest man? ” but this thing, Cleo only did it with Leonardo, with whom she slept with......
6) And damn, after that, I felt like a FOOL, CLOWN, WHATEVER after that! All I have for team Sowanby is fake 🙃🙃🙃🤡🤡🤡 Anyway we still have to admit that the promise still stand true right, cuz it’s literal.🤣🤣🤣 MaliLandon fulfills his promise by eating Cleo. TYPICAL.
7) Holarke! Clarke is still handsome as ever😍. We can see his presence is clearly affecting Josie and making Hope giving him information. Can we talk about how cute is he sleeping soundly here?
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8) Lizzie being the only unaffected queen here. AND IT’S FINALLY LIZZIE’S TURN FOR “AD SONNUM” I can totally see her pleasantness in doing that to somebody after being on the receiving end🤣🤣🤣 Josie and Hope had done it before so now we actually see her doing it. I somehow feel completed.
9) The look Hope and Josie shared. Hosie!
10) Josie is going to be the death of me! I like her look. And how the camera moving upward gosh! And I’m totally digressing here, what is a razzleberry? And what is a slush? I have no idea what they are, I just feel like tasting what she tasting now. Lizzie’s line, crashing and splashing😂 Am I colour blind? Cuz I really can’t tell whether Hope is wearing dark blue or dark green 😅 if it’s green, then the traffic lights colour are back again lol. If blue, then Hosie matching clothes! Did Finsie ever have matching colours? I’m just wondering.
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11) Hosie scene! They talked about how seeing Clarke traumatised Josie~~ damn and Josie says traumatised is her permanent resting state. I mean even on her birthday she was buried alive lmao. And Hope wants to help Josie stop the traumas by sacrificing herself to defeat Malivore, like by literally dying. Which she didn’t want because she didn’t want to live forever.
12) Holarke scene again! I love all those banters and their dynamics😂😂 how Hope is the only one that trusts Clarke now. The mimic spell! It’s their thing😍😍. Oh it totally surprised me that Clarke isn’t mud man anymore. I’m really happy for him, because he finally break himself out of the abuse! It seems like triad is totally gone?? But I still kind of think that there may be something more? And Clarke’s reaction to Hope opening the artefact! 🤣🤣🤣 and the way that Clarke sensed the familiarity with Cleo! Yea boy, she’s the inspiration to the creation of you.
13) Clarke keeps calling Hope and Landon kids🤣 how’s the feeling of getting kid!Hope kicking your ass and saving you😂😂😂 oh she’s totally your equal. Frenemies at best! YES! I love Holarke bonding. And the fact that Clarke being Hope inspiration to believe in friendship and her family now can help her to defeat Malivore, I Stan! Don’t lose sight of the corner! Josie! Lizzie! Clarke! Yes you have them! I’m glad that Clarke didn’t die, I’ll be so mad because the writer would be bringing him back for nothing. Oh the incendia is painful, affecting me more than the fake looking MaliLandon eating Cleo. The height difference again🤣 with Holarke this time.
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14) I love Maleb clothes, not really shipping them just short form for their bromance😂 but I do enjoy if there suggests shipping cuz it’s fun! Love that them being supportive of each other, superheroing, and the hero name🤣🤣they’re clueless too. Poor Kaleb and Cleo. I really need his backstory 😫
15) about hero names, I’m still having playback of “blursome and essential” in my mind. MG is looking at the mask longer than Kaleb, I feel like he’s missing Ethan, like a lot. Another thing is, since we see the effect of someone else being compelled so clearly, but we never seen Ethan’s compelling effects. Or it’s a budget matter? They must be kidding right? So maybe Ethan is really faking it? So that leads us to Lethan....
16) if my suspicion is true, then damn, Ethan is using Lizzie to get into SBS? I’m worried for Lizzie’s wellbeing. Also the look on Josie when Ethan drives near tight after she said like some eligible will fall out of the sky🤣🤣🤣 the timing is impeccable lmao. For real, Lizzie wanting Ethan to be Hope’s rebound after her kiss with him in the trio imagination, is ....so the trio is now sharing guys now? Jandon is still there in the history! It’ll be like a very messing love multi-triangle😌😌😌
17) the way Lizzie talked about how Hope is perfect the whole way and judging by the day when they arrived at SBS? That’s very long! Lmao, Lizzie are you sure you’re not in love with Hope? Hizzie rights! (I don’t even know when I started to ship Hizzie, it’s a mystery🤣) I think I can only talk like that about my love. Why don’t you make you and your sister Hope’s rebound? I’ll be happy with what I get🤣
18) The decision to bring Ethan on a tour, is so bad. What if ethan ended up enrolling SBS and Alaric can’t deny the application? Did she ever think of that?? And Josie and Mg is going to face the consequences in the near future🤣 dreadful! From there I already felt the cliche sweetness that when you’re trying to be a wingwoman and ended up “selling” yourself out🤣🤣 fuck CW for cutting the scenes of Lizzie’s epic facial expression when she was slapped with her own words😂😂😂anyway, it’s no way she can refuse the ask out after 315 where Lizzie still thinks that she can’t be the chosen one when Hope is there, but someone actually chooses her even after all the Hope is perfect speech. As much as I mourn for Methan and Mizzie, I’m happy that she got someone to tell her that. But I think they’re destined to backfire😅
19) so does the Mizzie “will they won’t they?” officially end here? I’m confused. Btw it’s really a way to mention Sebastian’s death being relocated permanently 🤣 oh wait...she knew that that prison world is destroyed forever right????? Someone save me.
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20) okay I have to go back before Ethan picked the twins up: while Lizzie is actually worrying about themselves being stranded, Josie is just more concerned about Hope? Hosie! Poor Josie, she never sees that she is Hope soft spot and can totally make Hope happy too. Look at your dumb joke at 103, Hope’s laugh is magnificent too. It’s because of you. And yes I’m with Josie, I just ship Hope with herself and her axe right now, don’t put her with anyone for at least 5 more episode please.
21) The one that doesn’t dissolve into goo! Now is Clarke! And the both of you my dear twins. Btw, the dna thing, where Clarke confirms that dna is still toxic... so it applies to Landon too right? And it’s now just more overwhelmingly apparent that handon sex is without protection. Yea so much for epic love. And this is about the possibility where (hopefully) it’s not MaliLandon when the sex scene happened.
22) Finsie time! I got to say, it’s really improving. Their scene is beautiful, finally. That feeling that they’re nice together is now going on continuous for me. I’m happy for them! They are now stepping up on Hosie, not derogatory, I’m just seeing some parallels from hosie here. The disclose of Ethan broken arm, where Hosie has done, before that there’s Clarke’s traumatising Josie thing with Hosie. Next, the focus on the hand holding, I’m thinking of 207 and others. The “me being here with you”, with hosie 308 “then I’ll be here with you”. The whole thing is very comforting for Josie. The hug is good too. We can see that they finally have some nice scene and the bgm is good for them.
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23) I have no idea what is magical agronomy, so I look it up. Again, that shows how Josie love plants, like someone in Reddit said they observed that Josie’s side of room has several plants. And in 307, the herbs, that she remembers. I think it can help a lot if Hope is starting a magical technology company. Josie’s interest in that can come in handy. They’ll make a great team. About TRIMINI INDUSTRIES tap here.
24) we are still missing Jed here. Justice for Jed. We need Jed real first name. Did anyone notice when the super squad faces MaliLandon there’s no werewolf present? They’re really downplaying that huh? But maybe I can be satisfied that they are not making Finch being there but not Jed.
25) We need to address this thing about Handon. It’s like one and a half time that Hope couldn’t recognise that Landon is not Landon right? We still have to give credits to her memories shared with Cleo actually make Cleo kind of recognise the difference? So half a time. I agree with Josie’s words that Landon makes Hope happy. I mean, yes, most of the time they failed in working but there’s still sweet scenes between them. So that’s actually what makes Handon tolerable. They are what makes me only do facepalm rather than skipping them. So yes of course Hope has happy moments with Landon. Just that it doesn’t mean that they’re good together.
26) it’s always Landon’s bros that first find out Landon wasn’t Landon😂 this time is Clarke. It’s Clarke that tell Hope, “Landon will never leave you”. That’s the inconsistency of the writers, not counting MaliLandon’s time, it’s still two times. And there’s time that some will argue that Landon’s feet literally walk away from Hope. So...that’s not true, do not stuff that in our throat anymore. “I always thought you two are destined to be together” is this the writer way of saying they’re not doing Handon anymore or otherwise? Cuz “thought” is past tense and “are” is present tense. I’m tired. It’s normal that Hope still wants Landon to be happy and still love him. But after the breakup, when she still doesn’t know that it’s MaliLandon, the “still dying to get Landon again” is obsession. Girl, it’s derogatory to your self-esteem. “If a mud man like me can beat his fate, maybe you kids can too” yea that’s Handon going on.
27) we shouldn’t need to be told that Handon is epic love multiple times. We should be able to feel them, see them ourselves. Why did I start approving Finsie now, because instead of them being only all talking and no showing, now we see them working well (until now). I have been widely accepting to any other legacies ships and why I never ship Handon? So really these multiple telling us that how good is Landon to Hope, is not working. I’ve never been so frustrated.
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28) Let’s appreciate the Handon parallel with 101. It’s interesting that how Landon is inside the cage and Hope is outside the cage again. The meaning of the cage has deep meaning here. Handon first kiss is in the cage, that kind of mean that their love is trapped there. Like how their relationship being so troublesome and bound by these fateful encounters. The lights are quite similar, handon always has this blue lighting for them, which sometimes it’s kind of weird. The first time it is Hope decorating the ceiling with stars for Landon. It’s sweet, but also implying that what Handon has is the false beauty of them and not keeping the cage symbolism in mind. In other way of interpreting it, this is the writer foreshadowing their endgame. Cuz they’re trapped there, no way in no way out.
29) I think I’m not the only one bothered by the mostly lack of real Landon appearance in s3. As we can see how MaliLandon words sits so right about, Landon not belonging to SBS if it weren’t Hope. Then he leaves with Cleo, that’s a thing for Sowanby too, they still don’t have roots with the school, and it’s a great bonding between them, friendship or not. It’s the bond between them that matter. In 314 315, we always see that the students were totally fine without Landon. Like the three trios paralleling? It’s sad that Landon is like bouncing here and there in SBS but never really belong. And now the writers kind of ripped his personal development. So now he has neither his pheonix powers nor fighting skills, great? And even Hope’s growth too. We are seeing her moving to a good direction and the writers have to drag her back in the hell hole. Hope needs to not always looking at Landon for her happiness, it’s not good for the both of them. Like MG said, be your own person.
30) THEORIES regarding Landon: a) It’s MaliLandon all the way? I hope not, it’s reminding me of Lost Girl that one of the characters slept with the father personating the person she loves, and got pregnant. Tell you what was more alarming? When the episode ended, I was recommended to move on to Lost Girl on CW seed. It’s disgusting! Why do you want to help make me hate Handon? I don’t even hate them initially! I’m like struggling to be logical and lean on the positive side here. Why I can’t move on from this possibility: first, I’ve always headcannon that Malivore has partial control over Landon. Like how Landon actually wasn’t lying in 102 103? That’s Malivore. And Handon, as genius as always, doesn’t talk about it. Second, the way that Landon dissolved, he was human back then, but he turns into goo? how does it even work? If he is human, toxic to dna will make him die, not become goo, right? Even if that wasn’t a problem, it can also be MaliLandon trying his luck. Third, Malivore purpose is to make the perfect legacy, he will totally give it a try to make tribrid-Malivore babies. Fourth, during the inspiration from Cleo, MaliLandon has Landon’s memories, enhancing the theories that Malivore has partial control over Landon, so even if it wasn’t MaliLandon, it’s still partial-MaliLandon. Fifth, after the inspiration, MaliLandon said that he doesn’t need Hope to tackle his problem or for his purposes, which means he initially wanted Hope, thinking getting to Hope can help with his purposes. It’s really not a far-fetched.
31) THEORIES regarding Landon: b) it’s real Landon during sex, but Malivore got him in the prison world. While having Landon’s personal growth ripped and Handon still dragging out are not pleasant at all, this is still a more pleasant theory for me. At least Landon did start fighting for himself after sometime, and while the sex is still partial-MaliLandon, at least it’s not MaliLandon. (I’m always using at least for Handon 🙃) maybe we can still have Landon fighting skills? Cuz I was happy for him about this though. But I just don’t think so. The evidence for this theory is, my feeling about Landon in 306 is that it kind of fits Landon personality, but he did start his violence there. Another thing is the letter. There’s care in “to whom it may concern”. However, that can be just me being simp. And there’s also possibilities that the partial control from Malivore is cultivating Landon’s behaviour starting there and slowly taking control. Because making a deal with the devil always has its consequences. It’s either that or Landon was taken after the letter.
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32) regarding the picture above, i just want to point out about another interesting point about the structure of the scene, if you scroll back and see sowanby picture with the door and another bonding talk, you can se that there’s always pillar and frames that’s framing or trapping them together. Like Handon. I mean that’s totally MaliLandon, so this pointing out is not mean to be romantic. It’s just a thought about how devastating that Cleo is stuck in something her whole life, especially the picture structure that implies that she’s stuck with MaliLandon again.
33) overall I’m thinking this is a good and disgusting episode. With all the unexpected twist, it’s really good, there’s actually layers in showing us that Landon is not Landon every time. Then those bonding. The soundtrack, the scenes. Disgusting, is about the theory, and how we are all tangled back to Handon again after we finally have some fresh air. Not to mention the always surprisingly convenient that Landon always has an excuse when we see Landon did something bad to Hope. Like he can never be making big mistake while only having little questionable doings that can’t possible tarnish him being the perfect person in the show. The first time he lies, Malivore controlled him. During the pageant competition, he is justified to walk away when he totally chose the wrong timing to ask that question, leaving Hope alone breaking in front of such important event. 207, monsters are coming for him, he’s protecting people by leaving. Musical episode, he needs to cross boundaries because it’s bound to be, without further reasoning it with Hope, when Hope specifically was very respectful of him in 111 about his songs. And now, this. That’s not him, we can’t blame him. He will never be blame for something big because the writers is biased. Very biased in making that Landon is better than anyone else in the show, so he’s the perfect guy for Hope. Like no one can compare with him. He’s almost perfect. Perfect than Hope.
34) Reflect on what Hope did in 308, MG is kind of right, she shouldn’t have touched it without fully prepared. Because it totally let Malivore running out free instead of him being an originally contained problem. It’s for the good view in whole. Heroes make hard decisions. There’s still the hair thing cut from Hope and Golem!Landon.
These pictures is my work, while it’s easy to get it yourself, and not that I’m professional in doing this. But I still did screenshot them one by one and did some editing. So please like or label the sources when you save or use it. ♥️
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razberryyum · 4 years ago
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TGCF donghua Episode 11 Thoughts (SPOILERS for episode and novel!)
Ok I didn't think they were actually going to kiss, BUT for a heart-stopping second I thought they were gonna get close enough before cutting away. Just to tease us, if for no other reason. I actually held my breath. It was still a big tease nonetheless but I am still grateful for the scene because my God was it beautifully done. The focus on Dianxia's lips as he says Hua Cheng's name, the way his breath catches as HC leans closer, the world fading away around them, HC's ponytail gently falling forward just so, the way they just focus on his lips just as if from Dianxia's POV....all of it just screams romance. Once again, that was all the work of the donghua's team. In the book, this moment occurs when they're actually back at Puqi Shrine, and Xie Lian's actually in the middle of cleaning a table when he very nonchalantly addresses Hua Cheng by his name. It was cute because Dianxia did it so casually but hardly THIS romantic. So, really, hats off to the donghua team!
Actually other than that last scene, of course I am grateful to the donghua team for many other moments in this episode. To start, whenever they show San Lang protecting Dianxia.
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We know Xie Lian can definitely take care of himself, but I appreciate that Hua Cheng's instinct is always to protect him anyway. I actually thought that's why he gave himself the name," Hua Cheng". The words translate to "Flower City", and in the olden days, a city had walls protecting the people in it, so I figured that Hua Cheng chose this name to represent how he will always protect Xie Lian, that his protection is all encompassing. Lol, I can't wait to find out how wrong I am.
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Even though Hua Cheng's fight with Pei Su was mostly off screen and limited to quick flashes of swords clashing, what they did show of Hua Cheng in his "real" form was DELICIOUS.
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I am grateful to the donghua team for Hua Cheng's adorable reaction to Dianxia being cheeky. Too precious!
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Our General Hua looking like a god in armor...and the way he made bis appearance in that scene too, like a savior coming to rescue mankind...or in this case, Banyue.
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This scene actually made me tear up. I don't remember thinking Pei Su was that attached to Banyue when reading the book, but that might've been my fault for not paying close enough attention when HuaLian weren't directly involved. I was actually wondering how they were going to conclude the Banyue arc in just one episode since it felt like they would have to pack a lot into just 20 mins or so, but I think they did a really good job of wrapping it up. Didn't feel rushed or that anything important was missing.
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I love both of them already, but I want to especially commend the donghua team's character design for The Wind Master. I don't want to spoil anything for those who haven't read the book, but trust me when I say THAT is a brilliant bit of character design. They will have to change two things about her next season but it's like she's mostly there already. 😂 I also love her voice and voice performance (by VA Qiu Qiu), so perfect for the character. I seriously cannot wait to see more of her next season, especially after hearing that news about the VA. 😁
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I guffawed. This was a bit of brilliance too. Man, I just love the donghua team! They really did such a GREAT JOB bringing TGCF to life. I mean, is there really anyone who hates this adaptation?? I guess if you weren't into Xie Lian and Hua Cheng's relationship, the case of the week parts might be a bit underwhelming, but what I appreciate about them is that they inevitably link back to Dianxia and his past, or introduce us to new characters which then opens up the world. They always have a purpose, leading to bigger things. As a first season I think it was pretty strong, what they changed from the source material were usually positive alterations. I mean, I'm reading the book now because of this show, after putting it off for so long, so I'm definitely converted.
I do have to say though that the season did end on a rather odd note since it felt like there should have been just a few more beats before the end credits. It was a little abrupt imho, but it still is miles better than poor SVSSS's season finale, which ended on a freaking scene transition.
Of course there's still that special HuaLian episode on February 16th, so I guess technicallyyyyy this first season hasn't quite ended yet. The special looks to be picking up right where this episode leaves off: with Dianxia having a conversation with Hua Cheng back at Puqi Shrine about his role as Ghost King and other related topics. I'm not sure why it's airing a month and a half later, or why on February 16th instead of Valentine's Day, but I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm just grateful we have more TGCF and HuaLian to look forward to. Second season is already in production, and apparently the theme song for it will drop tomorrow! A live action has been announced which they're still casting, and honestly some of those casting choices scare me so depending on who they end up deciding on, I might just gonna stay away from that completely and stick with the donghua and book.
Novel Reading Progress...about to finish Book 2... SPOILERS
MXTX-laoshi is a total sadist giving us THAT kind of sex pollen scene when nothing could be done cuz Hua Cheng's still a little bean sprout...I love Dianxia, love him more now knowing he was a pretty flawed human being, that he's absolutely not perfect...his heart is warm but his actions are sometimes quite cold...I blame his privileged upbringing and his youth and inexperience for some of his rash decisions...he means well but of course the road to hell is pathed with good intentions...wish he would stop forgetting about little Hua Cheng though, poor baby...the more I read about the human face disease the more I don't want to...just, overall, I feel this heavy weight on my heart now because I know things are going to go from worse to utter calamitous shit soon. I am SCARED, preparing my heart for breakage.
To read the TGCF novel: https://tgcfmxtx.carrd.co/
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lovetenya · 4 years ago
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✧ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬 (𝟏)
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pairing: tenya iida x gn! reader
warnings: none
Dating Tenya Iida would include...
SO many study-turned-dinner dates
- bc he gets so intensely focused that he loses track of time and he absolutely cannot bring you home/back to your dorm hungry bc that would be (as kirishima would say) very unmanly of him as your boyfriend
- he’s polite ok he’s gonna make sure you’re fed well with WHATEVER you want bc he’s not picky. he can find something to eat anywhere you choose and will happy eat wherever as long as you’re happy!!
you two tried to study together in the common room once, but izuku and ochaco joined and tenya was Not Happy About It
- of course he’s gonna help them study, but he really wanted it to be just the two of you cuz you don’t get nearly enough time together
- every moment is precious to him (& you)
so next time you study together, you’re across the dark wood table from each other in a library he thought you’d like (he found it online beforehand to make sure it’d be perfect)
- it had nice cozy lighting and not a lot of people around so it IS perfect
- you would definitely have to stop him from shushing people
- “y/n. i’ve had enough.”
- “what? what’s wrong, tenya?”
- “those girls won’t stop talking and i can’t focus!”
- “ten i’m sure they’ll stop soon”
- “i’m going to say something if they don’t lower their voices.”
- “ooookay class rep calllllm down”
- and you’ll have to stop him from organizing the books
- and from checking out more books than his backpack can fit
we all know tenya doesn’t really do PDA, that’s a given
- he just wants to hold your hand SO BADLY but he thinks it’s not appropriate for him to do that in public 😔
- so he settles for glancing every once in a while at you, hands scribbling away at your notes and drawing complicated but neat diagrams
- he tries to stay focused, but the view of you is much better than his textbook
BUT!!!
- he would hold your hand while you’re walking from place to place
- even if it’s just from the library to the coffee shop down the street, expect him to offer his hand every single time
- you’d better take it every single time or i might have to intervene 😡
- he’d squeeze your hand every once in a while just to remind you that he’s there
he’s always there for you, on good days and bad days
- he’ll give you a thumbs up and a big smile from across the room when your essay gets chosen as the class model
- he has no reason to get jealous when you get a better grade than him, you both work hard and sometimes you get different results and that’s okay
- on your bad days, he’ll rub your back, quietly soothing you while you cry into his chest
- he reminds you that you’re not weak for feeling like this
- he’s honored that you trust him enough to come to him with your deepest feelings
- or he’ll let you yell it out when you’re angry and make sure you don’t do anything destructive
- if you need space, he’ll sit with you (but not touching you) on the floor and patiently wait for you to be ready to talk
- he doesn’t want you to ever feel like you’re alone
- he really listens and really cares when you tell him why you’re upset
- whether it’s something going on at home or you got a bad grade on something you worked hard on, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better
- lots of pep talks (we could all use one sometimes)
- hugging you until your cries turn into sniffles, then making you laugh by asking if you want to hear about the report he’s doing to get your mind off of it
-please let him nerd ramble oh my god
- “i completely disproved my own theory! i had no idea that the results would show that the species actually grows in an EXPONENTIAL way!! isn’t that magnificent?! i can’t wait to show the teacher!”
- even if you’re upset with him, he’s completely willing to admit that he was wrong.
- he knows he has shortcomings (just like everyone else) and he just wants to be the best man he can be for you.
- he’s silently nodding along, not wanting to miss any detail on how he can improve and be more considerate of your emotions
- i make it seem like he’s a doormat and a pushover of a boyfriend, but he’d be just as willing to let you know when he wants to spend more time with you or when he wants more affection
- it’d be so hard for him to admit that if he didn’t trust you wholeheartedly. please be tender with him.
- “love, are you upset with me?”
- “no, why? did i do something to make you think that?”
- “well, you haven’t hugged me since before school two days ago, and i was wondering if you’re not hugging me because you’re unhappy with me.”
- “ten oh my gosh i’m so sorry!!! c��mere i’ll hug you right now bub”
- tenya be like: happy noises :,>
- he just loves to have you in his arms
- LET HIM HAVE HIS MOMENT
if you like coffee, don’t worry about telling him how you like it bc he already has it memorized
- he’ll randomly bring you a mug full when he knows you’re studying up a storm and it’s exactly how you like it
if you like tea, he’d have several kinds saved for you in his dorm so nobody else could steal it from you
- don’t ask him where he got it or what brand it is bc it’s expensive and he doesn’t want you to know he’s spending that much on tea for you (he’d pay an ungodly amount if it meant you were happy)
- “what kind of tea is this?? it’s so good”
- “i’m glad you like it, y/n! i got it for you yesterday afternoon when i was out”
- “ you didn’t answer my question... was it expensive or something?”
- “it doesn’t matter. money can be earned again, but your happiness is essential.”
- “tenya you sound like an advertisement”
- “i do not!!!”
he’d also get you a mug with your name on it and insist you use it instead of any other cup
- he loves practical gifts, what can i say
- use the mug or expect a Pout from your bf
- he’d catch kaminari eating soup out of it late one night and nearly blow a fuse
last time i was serious when i said that tenya deserves more love, but I’M REALLY SERIOUS NOW
if you don’t love him unconditionally, i will 💘🤬🖤💓🤬🖤💗🤬🖤💕🤬🖤💞🤬🖤💘🤬🖤💞🤬🖤💖
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love, tj 🖤🖤🖤
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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago
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Puppy love
Pairing: Spike x reader
Request: idea! willow practicing her magic skills by trying to grow a plant instantly. spike mocks her then willow calls him a bitch & he somehow turns into a dog & freaks. then reader finds puppy!spike stuck in some fence near the graveyard & takes him in & cares for him & rambles about their life/interests cuz now they have fluffy friend! then wakes up to see regular spike on the dog bed & freaks. Maybe later they go back to graveyard looking for pup & spike saves from attack & heals them @ his crypt?
AN: I changed the start a little from the original request, hope that’s okay. Right, so, I was in a full on debate with myself about what breed of puppy Spike should be transformed into. I chose a lil black lab cos they’re cute
Also, there is now a teeny tiny second part to this
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Xander and Willow were supposed to be having a double date with Oz and Cordelia, but they had met first to try a de-lusting spell as they had been cheating on their respective partners. You had no knowledge of this, you didn’t usually get tangled in the drama like the rest of them, although they were all your friends.
Little did anyone know that Spike had rolled into town in a drunken stupor, overhearing Willow’s conversation at the Magic Box about her upcoming spell. He figured where he could find them and planned to force her to make a love spell so that he could make Drusilla love him again. He was desperately lonely, a broken heart that couldn’t be healed as Drusilla had cheated on him.
Willow was focusing, closing her eyes and trying to make sure her focus was on magic and nothing else. But when the door swung open, it sent Willow into a panic and when she saw that it was Spike storming in demanding a love potion, she couldn’t help but shout what she was feeling.
Son-of-a “Bitch!” was all that Willow shouted out loud, having been interrupted by Spike sending the magic she had started to manifest straight for him. She moved to look at him as she said it, her magic working in such mysterious and sometimes literal ways. It backfired and Willow’s eyes widened, after a black Labrador puppy appeared from behind a cloud of smoke where Spike had been stood before.
She opened her mouth to say something but only a giggle escaped her lips. The puppy growled at her, scampers off. He made it as far as a graveyard before he spoke to himself in confusion, having seen his reflection in a puddle.
“Woof!” Bloody hell! I’m a sodding puppy! I’m gonna kill that good for nothing little witch when I-
He started to scamper away from his reflection, but he was cut off from his non-verbal little rant, as he was running towards a crypt for shelter and got caught on the fencing. The wiring was caught, digging into his flesh slightly. He let out an angry little growl and started to struggle but with no luck.
At this very moment, you were ambling through the graveyard and you happened upon a little puppy who had been tangled up in the wiring. You gasped, he was the cutes little pup with the brightest blue eyes. They were almost human and he was so small, with a loud voice despite the size. You melted, rushing straight over to him and trying to comfort him. He snapped at you, but you loved animals, understanding he was probably a little stressed. You manage to untangle him and start to check his wounds – they are scratches but you decide you’ll have to try and keep an eye on him and take him home. You were so excited to find a little furry friend, despite his apparent grumpy temperament. You carried him home, whispering softly as you did.
“Come in little one, welcome to your new home” You smile, snuggling into him and kissing the top of his head. He snaps at you and you move him from your head, stroking him and whispering that you understood. Instead you showed him around your small house - he must have been through a lot so you would work up to kisses and snuggles.
You fed him and made sure he wasn’t more hurt than you thought and then decided he should have a name. All you could come up with was ‘pup’ for now. You made a small nest of blankets in the corner of your room, so that he had somewhere to sleep. However, when it got to bedtime after the pup exploring the house for most of the evening, he refused to settle. He just kept scampering back up to sleep in your bed. No matter how many times you scooped him up, he returned to the same spot.
“No, you have a little nest here!” You explain, lifting him again and nestling him on top of the blankets on the floor, “Pup, no!” you try to half-heartedly scold him, but his little face made it too hard.
“Woof” No bloody way am I sleeping on the floor like some animal – why don’t you sleep on the floor you bloody-
“Aw, you little sweetheart! Are you talking to me? Are you?” You whisper, stroking his soft fur adoringly.
“Woof woof” I will kill you and your little friends and if you – oh, that actually feels nice – no, you bloody don’t trick me into – behind the ears, love – that’s it
“You like that, huh? A little scratch behind the ears? I think we’re gonna be good friends little one” You grinned as he started to finally relax in your presence. You paused, deciding you would have to give in and let him sleep here just this once.
“Woof” Don’t stop! What are you doing you strange bitch-
“Okay, you’ve twisted my arm – you can sleep on the bed, but you can’t hog the covers” You joked, dogs can’t steal covers, you giggle. The pup moved his head to the side, almost as if he was studying you closely. His eyes seemed human, he was such a little sweetheart your heart was melting. You were so pleased you had found him. You settled in bed and the pup curled up beside you.
You stayed up that first night, excitedly checking on your new friend, making sure you hadn’t dreamt him up. He didn’t appear to be too bothered about the little grazes from the fencing but you wondered whether you should take him to the vets. You considered checking if he was chipped, or getting him chipped, but something inside told you he might not handle that too well. Maybe a hunch.
It had been a week and the pup was getting more used to you. Your little furry friend could be a little bit of a grouch but you always won him around with snuggles and scratches behind the ear. He was very talkative, little yips as if he was telling you something very important, and he seemingly liked the affection you were giving him.
You continue over the next few weeks to curl up with the pup in the evenings and ramble about anything and everything that came to mind. Sometimes, you could swear pup was actually listening.
“Sometimes I get a little lonely, the Scoobies are all so nice but they’re all coupled up and I feel a little left behind. Is there something wrong with me, pup? Where’s my big romantic story?”
“Woof” Nothing wrong with you pet, except maybe you’re a little too trusting letting a beast like this into the house and expecting to remain unscathed
“Stop, little one! That tickles!” You giggle as his tiny teeth start to playfully snap at your hand. He settled back down, and you continued to speak, “At times, I feel like I’m making things worse instead of helping with the slaying. I made Buffy let Spike go the last time he was here. He seemed to mean well, getting rid of Angelus and all. Everyone thinks I trust too easily – see the good even when there’s none there. I feel stupid, like a child”
“Woof woof” Rot! You’re not stupid! Bloody seen enough of your lot to see that you’re the best of them, pet
“Willow says Spike came back the other week, but he disappeared. His eyes looked so sad when I saw him come back. I wish he had love like him and Drusilla had…” you sigh again, stroking the pup softly as you were in deep thought.
“Woof. Woof. Woof!” Mad bloody bint doesn’t love me – she sodding cheated! Don’t get me started, I mean – a chaos demon?! You don’t want love like that, believe me pet
“Aw someone’s chatty! I know, I know I have you. My favourite little man” You cooed and this time, the cute little pup didn’t grumble like he usually would, instead he leaned his head onto your lap. Snuggling you without prompt.
Over the next couple of weeks, the pup had slowly started to sleep closer to you, as if he were seeking to protect you which made you giggle. He was so small, he was all bark and no bite. He snuggled up nearer you in the night, enjoying your body heat. You both got used to each other, sometimes you swore he was actually speaking to you. You both enjoyed snuggling up in the evenings, and you showed pup all of your favourite shows. You took him on little walks although he still hadn’t mastered fetch.
You were becoming used to each other, until one morning everything was different. You woke up one morning, a strange weight over you, finding a man lying in your bed. No, not a man. A vampire. You scream, looking around wildly for the pup – he made you feel safer. Your screaming made him stir, “How did you even get in?!” you shrieked, moving away from him. Spike realised he’s back to himself and started to run, pulling your duvet from your bed and around him and out the door.
Spike had a weird affection for you after this, feeling like he really knows you. Gets you. He shared your loneliness, wanting to take it from you as you had started to make him feel better. From what you said to him, he felt that he understood you, you’re a romantic. Like him. You’re loyal. He found himself having an innate need to protect you. Look out for you. Wants to hold you and be held by you again. He missed it more than he found himself missing Drusilla.
You were lonely without pup. His little blue eyes would be all mopey and lost again. You needed to find him, you just hoped that he hadn’t been eaten by one of Sunnydale’s many predators.
You walk into the graveyard, looking for pup. You hadn’t lost hop in finding him. He was so innocent, you were worried he was stuck again. Spike had decided to stay in Sunnydale rather than going after Dru. He watched you walk into the graveyard, sighing, rolling his eyes at how oblivious you are. Just taking a stroll when anything could be hiding in the shadows. He swiftly stepped out of the shadows to tell you this, but another demon beat him to it.
You squeal, stumbling and falling backwards as Spike swiftly steps in front of you and beats it up, protecting you from the threat. There was a strange familiarity and need to hug Spike as a thank you, maybe even scratch him behind the ears.
“Come on, pet, I’ve got some of those candies you like” He offered, gesturing towards an abandoned crypt with no explanation. Gestures his head again for you to follow him as you just stare dumbfounded. You feel conflicted, like he was offering you candy to get into a van. But you followed him, trusting his intentions. Knowing, somehow, that he was being sincere. His demeanour towards you appeared to change since he was in Sunnydale last. He almost appeared to have affection for you and you couldn’t help feeling something for him although you couldn’t name it.
“Why are you being nice, Spike?” You ask after he hands you your favourite snacks that he appeared to have actually bought from a shop. There was a receipt and everything in the bag. You were now both sat in a crypt that he had appeared to have done up to look like a house.
“I was the pup you were dotin’ on oh so kindly. Red’s spell gone wrong” he explained with a shrug. You cringe a little, you had poured your heart out over that month or so you were together.
“Oh, uh, you want me to pay you to… stop you from telling people? You’re gonna eat me, aren’t you?” You asked, sighing rather than screaming this time.
“Nothing like that, pet… uh, you give good hugs” he admits with a shrug. You nod slowly as if this made sense. He was missing the affection, being held. He enjoyed it and he wanted it again. Only with you, though.
You’re very trusting and he knew he could talk to you. He started to talk about his most intimate feelings, telling you of his loneliness. Heartbreak. He told you in detail, everything that happened with Drusilla. You were sat, hanging on every word for most of the night. Your eyes started to water, your sobs strangled as you tried not to cry in front of him. You move in to hug him and to your surprise, he wrapped his arms around you in return. His own eyes threatening to spill over as he thought about his past that he had just laid before you so honestly. It was strange, he wasn’t used to being so honest about his past – but it was only fair. You had told him a lot about yourself.
Not willing to leave the warmth of each other’s embrace, you followed him and slipped into bed beside him. You both held each other through the rest of the night and well into the day. You snuggle into each other wordlessly. It became a common occurrence, with Spike staying with you in Sunnydale rather than returning to look for Drusilla. He doesn’t even joke about biting you, that often, he just wants the security of your arms, as you want his.
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messiisgodibeliveinhim · 4 years ago
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Taeyong
I just wanted to rant about everything that happened. So here I am.
So initially I didn't want to watch the concert because of the obvious lack of Taeyong. But i did watch it (ill*gally) on Twitter Live Stream, to see who would cover for Taeyong and how.
Okay, first of all, is it just me or was there an actual lack of preparation and production for the concert??? Like, compare it to SuperM's Beyond Live. The VCRs, the camera direction, the stage, the AR effects... Everything looked so good and exciting. But for this one, they didn't even try. The production was lacking severely and the AR effects were barely used. Everything looked rushed as if they didnt actually plan it set by set. The VCRs were just all the footages from other videos clamped together. There was nothing new or cool about this Beyond Live, even with the increased price. Overall, it looked cheap. I think, the only saving grace of this online concert were the boys themselves.
Secondly, the boys who covered for Taeyong did a good job. Obviously, no one can come close to even performing and delivering like Taeyong but the boys did fine, considering that they had to practice his parts for only 2-3 weeks. And it's a daunting task to fill such huge shoes. The pressure that the boys felt, especially the newbies Shotaro and Sungchan, to try to fill that gap, must have been immense.
But of course, NShittyzens took this as an opportunity to sh*t on Taeyong, saying stupid things like 'XYZ ate Taeyong up', 'ABC made Taeyong's song his own', 'MNO killed Taeyong's part and I think he should've been part of the original line-up instead of Taeyong', 'I hope my bias gets to shine now', 'My faves really took this "opportunity" and showed the world' etc.... Like??? Are you really that dense or just spewing bs like this cuz y'all want attention??? The same thing happened when Taeyong missed the KBS mid-year festival and the other boys covered for him for Kick It.
If y'all truly believe that you're bias only shines when Taeyong is absent, then it shows how insecure you are about you're faves talents and abilities. If you truly think Taeyong's injury is an "opportunity" for your fave, then there is clearly something wrong with you. If you think you're fave ate Taeyong up in any manner, then it shows that you just hate Taeyong. If you think Taeyong is replaceable, then you're doing piss poor job of convincing yourself. Taeyong doesn't need NCT, but NCT needs Taeyong.
He is not just the leader, but also the main dancer, main rapper, sub vocalist, the center of the group and the face of the group. He has also contributed to the group with over 30 songs and has choreographed for some of NCT songs. He is NCT's idea bank, with the numerous times he has come up with something new and interesting for their concepts or choreography (For Example: The Jungle Gym for Neo City tour, the epic finger move and Mark stepping on Taeyong for the Kick It choreography, the chandelier scene in MAW, etc) . Many professionals have constantly praised Taeyong for his creativity and excellent inputs.
Taeyong was there from the very beginning of NCT and has carried the group on his back for 4 years now. And he has always remained kind and humble, even with all the misdirected hate that he faced for years. He always puts himself down and praises all the members, no matter what. He has juggled between groups, 5 comebacks and numerous concerts, this year alone. His schedule list looks like the Bank Statement of one whole year. The way the man has worked for the past 2 years is insane. And upon that, the burden of being the leader of a group with 23 members??? Can y'all even imagine the amount of weight on Taeyong's shoulders???
And yes, the injuries he has constantly sustained for over 4 years now. We have seen various footages of him having neck braces, holding his waist and limping. He has also talked about the continuous back pain or how he was sick for 3 days after shooting a MV. SM had known exactly the extent of his injuries and still overworked him to the bone. Now his waist disc injury has relapsed and we still dont have a statement on his health or time of recovery on ANY of the SM Official Accounts. Not one word. We had to find out through a platform that's barely used and most non-twitteratti NCTzens didn't know about this whole ordeal until after the concert began.
What boils my blood is that SM knew about the relapsed injury way before, gave the boys enough time to practice Taeyong's part, but announced the concert by advertising Taeyong all over it, last Monday. And they literally only made the announcement after the concert ticket cancelation period was over. F*cking money whores! F*ck SM!!!!
The worst part of it all are the NShittyzens. Most of you didn't care about the fact that SM not only neglected the leader's health but also scammed Taeyong's fans. When TyongFs began to get refunds for the concert, some of you accused them and started dictating what they should do with their own money, pulling sh*t like- 'Taeyong as a leader, wants his group to do well. Now he would be sad knowing that fans dont care about the group cuz y'all are getting your refunds'. Really? Cuz most y'all who said this watched the concert illegally, makes it even more funny to me. And its none of you're business, how anyone else spends their money. And if you think Taeyong cares about SM losing money, then you're just stupid. If it's anyone in the whole group who'd say 'F*ck Capitalism!', it's Taeyong. So STFU!
Also, when TyongFs started demanding an official statement from SM about Taeyong, some of y'all went- "You're just a fan. Y'all dont have any right to cross the boundaries of Idol-Fan relationship and ask for personal stuff. Other artist fans didn't get any official statement, so why should you?'. We didnt ask for his f*cking medical records. We just want a statement from SM's official accounts about his health and his time of recovery. That's it. SM has refused to acknowledge the injuries of other artists before, doesn't mean that this pattern has to continue. And as fans, we are entitled to know about the artist, cuz WE CARE...! Cuz a waist disc injury relapsing aint a small thing. The amount of pain that Taeyong is probably enduring right now.... We dont even know the extent of it. We dont know how long he needs to recover or even how long SM will give him to rest. We don't know anything and we are scared. So just wanting a statement about it, isnt 'crossing the boundaries' as you put it. So again, STFU!
Y'all don't care about Taeyong, fine. The least you can do is respect him and not discredit his hardwork. After everything he has done and continues to do for NCT, y'all keep going with the 'Taeyong is the villain' narrative. He isn't stealing your faves lines or screentime. He isn't pushing them back to 'shine more'. He isnt the bad person you think he is. Y'all rejoicing now that he is injured, happy that your faves got to take up Taeyong's part or just hateful saying your fave was better than Taeyong.... It just ain't it.
No other group leader gets the kinda hate Taeyong does, even though he does 5 times the work for the group than any other leader. Yes, Taeyong has multiple positions the group, all deserved. Yes, he is a very charismatic and an amazing performer on the stage, that lures new fans in. Not his fault that he grabs everyone's attention. Yes, he is very talented in so many aspects. But that doesn't mean you get tobblame you're faves mistreatment on him, cuz he himself is being mistreated by SM. So don't come at me with you're 'SM's golden boy' bs! I will taze your ass and watch supernanny as you crawl under the carpet!
Maybe you're right about how you're faves dont get to shine enough when they're on the same stage as Taeyong, cuz his charisma and aura is very magnetic, you can't help but watch him and him only. I thought only TyongFs have this kinda tunnel vision but apparently, all of you have it as well....
Here's the thing. You don't like it when Taeyong gets praised all the time, whether its his dance or rap or anything at all. Cuz you don't like Taeyong. So why are you even focused on him and TyongFs. If I don't like anything, i simply ignore it. So instead of focusing on Taeyong, focus on hyping up your fave (again, by not dragging Taeyong, not even subtly). It ain't hard, trust me.
At least have the human decency to not rejoice over the fact that he is injured. The sh*t i see online everyday, some of y'all have totally lost it.
And lastly, no one can eat up Taeyong. No one can do his part better than him. Hell, no one can even come close to doing what he does. So get that delusion outta your heads. Its embarrassing.
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colorseeingchick · 3 years ago
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Hey Can I ask for a self ship date pls ? I’m a 18yo girl who is 173 cm of chaos and my heart has been stolen by Kise Ryouta from KNB 😩.
We may be very different, he’s more of a warm and a social person while i’m cold in the clouds and ambiverted but his smile, his laugh and how he’s dedicated in basketball made me lose it. I find his whole personality interesting even the more cold and ugly parts of him and he has the pretty face for him too but i’m not the kind of person who can just fall for apparence. He have such a voice too 😳 He has that charming aura, playful but yet still lighthearted and funny. He being two-faced surprisingly don’t bother me that much somehow i understand from where hes coming from. I relate a lot to his overachiever and need to handle all things himself to the point of hurting. As a basketb fan i am also enamored w his way of playing, i gen think he is the best of gom he always do his best to the point of barely breathing and honestly i relate to this too when im into something i love. His quick learning abilities are hyper and i like how Kise try to be honest w himself. I like also the balance he have w masculine and feminine energy and don’t mind him being a dork. His relationship w others characters are gold too like w Aomine and i can see him showing me affection to my touch starved self and just general affection i lack in general even if i don’t say it. Also i can imagine a certain dynamic between us where no one is the lead of the couple but we’re on equal terms.
Now more about me i am an ENTP 8w7, I am independent, creative, honest, prideful and « generous » i don’t think that last one much but my close one describe me like this. I’m very curious, likes experimenting and new things. I am funny/sarcastic, playful and as it iam very memeable but surprisingly top student here who doesn’t behave like it at all both in class and just in general. My aesthetic is a weird mix of everything i love so i am both a tomboy, alt and a baddie somehow. I am into law and economics studies and can talk french, korean and spanish as i learn languages in my free time by myself. I do read, write, draw and listen to music, play all sort of games including sports, get on a walk from time to time, eat cuz food is delicious and just learn in general. I have kind of ✨trust issues ✨so i don’t have many friends. But you sure will have fun w me ! I don’t about chill i have some temper but sure im pretty cool and open minded ! In love i really am a mess, i’m easily flustered but act cool to hide it and because of that i look like someone confident and mysterious except i am not the first one and ugh im lowkey a tsundere so it’s difficult to assume my feelings. But i swear i try !
Thank you for reading me ! I hope i didn’t bother you much.
You didn't bother me at all hun! This was a lot of fun to write so I hope you enjoy :) I think I have a pretty fun date planned for you two if I do say so myself hehe.
Premise: Kise got to know you throughout high school, and saw you as different from his other fangirls. Even though it wasn’t basketball, you also stood out at the top of your class, making you noticeable to Kise. You were actually a good friend (a cute friend at that) and he decided that he wanted to take you on a date during your 3rd year (once the basketball season was over and he had time to make for you). Knowing how fun you are, he had the perfect plan.
As you look into the mirror to examine your outfit, your phone buzzes with the “I’m hereeee ;)” text. You’d decided to lean into your tomboy vibes, given that Kise told you to ‘get ready to do stuff,’ which was not very informative, but exciting nonetheless.
As you walk out, you’re greeted by the blonde man dressed handsome as ever, a dark long sleeve shirt with fitting jeans, his silver hoop shining as the sun starts to set.
“Ready Y/N-chi?” He asks you, smiling as he overdramatically offers his hand for you to grab.
“Ready as ever~” you say as you grab his hand. He pulls you close and winks, flustering you right from the start.
“If I remember correctly, you said something about this being the best date I ever go on?” You take your chance to poke fun at him as well.
“Oh honey, it will be.” You can see the way his eyes shine and his mischievous grin as he walks with a nice hop in his step, guiding you towards the train station.
The train ride was pleasant, his hands protectively on your shoulder and a mean glare on his pretty features when other men looked at you or got too close, but his face was calm as he comfortably bantered with you (you on the other hand were quite unbothered by it all). Once you finally arrived at your destination, you found yourself in the lively district of the city, flooded with restaurants and shops all open late night.
“I forgot how beautiful this area is at night!” You can’t help but say as you look at all the beautiful lights and architecture.
“I had to take a pretty girl to a pretty place, you know?” He squeezes your hand as he drags you along once again, until you end up at your destination.
“I think this’ll be a lot of fun,” he says to you as he pushes open the doors to the arcade, letting all the dark lights and glowing games illuminate your sight.
He buys the coins for you both to play (He’d asked prior if it’d be okay for him to pay for you this date, and you’d agreed), and you set off to play all sorts of games.
It was a lot of fun for the both of you. While the games were enjoyable, playing them with him made it all the better. He also never missed an opportunity to flirt with you, and playing games made it easy. Both of you being overachievers, with Kise being a quick learner and you being open to trying new things made the experience amazing.
“Here, stand like this and loosen your wrists up for a better shot.” you both were playing the basketball game, and to no surprise Kise had absolutely killed it. Now here he is, helping adjust your shot. Standing behind you, he lightly adjusts your waist, turning you a little bit to help your footing. His hands then move up to your shoulders, then down to your wrists, helping guide your form and placement on the ball. While you were learning from him, it was hard to focus with him this close to you. “Y/N-chi, you can focus on me later. You should focus on your shot for now.” He says lowly, teasingly, watching carefully as your face erupts into red. He really did love teasing you, the usually calm, collected, confident top student.
Admittedly, you feel like you got back at him when you watch him try the crane game (the ones filled with stuffed animals) and he couldn’t get it after 7 tries. The frustration was clear in his face, his impatience rising.
“This game is rigged, I know it!”
You ask to try and of course he complies. However, he’s not ready for you to get a cute little stuffed panda on your first try. Suddenly, he’s a lot more embarrassed than you were earlier.
“You definitely used magic or something.” His pout is both adorable and hilarious to you.
You laugh as you hand him the panda. “Here!”
Looking down at the panda and then looking back up at you, he asks, “for me? But you won it!”
“But I want you to have it. It’s cute like you, Kise-kun.”
A huge smile crosses his face as he pulls you into a hug, spinning you around. “Y/n-chi!!!! You’re so generous!! Giving me your stuffed panda~ I’ll take good care of it.”
You have a nice laugh as you watch Kise end the night out by playing Dance Dance Revolution, not afraid to be a bit flamboyant as he goes all out with the footwork and does really well at the game.
After collecting all your tickets, Kise takes you up to the rewards table, telling you that he knows exactly what he wants to get.
“And we have enough tickets for it! Great.”
You can’t help but smile when Kise points to the GIANT stuffed panda hanging on the wall.
“I thought you weren’t the type to return favors,” you recall what he said during a game with Seirin from a long while back.
He blushes, thinking about what he said. “I’m not, just one upping you,” he jokes, sticking his tongue out at you, letting you nudge him in return.
“Do you wanna get food, Y/N-chi?” He asks, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
“Sure, from where?”
“You decide. I decided on the arcade, you can decide dinner.” He looks at you with a smile, thinking back on how fun the whole night had been. “But I get to decide dinner next time.”
“Next time?” You shoot back, eyebrows raised, a smile forming on your face. “Who said I’d go out with you a next time?”
At your comment, his smile falters as he stares at you for a good second. He gets all serious suddenly, pulling you close (with a giant panda pressed into your side) and making you look into his eyes. “Y/N-chi, would you please go out with me again? Tell me you will!”
Giggling, you smile up at him. “Of course, Kise-kun.”
He sighs out and hums in approval, before pressing a small kiss onto your cheek. “Call me Ryouta.”
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Ahhh I hope you enjoyed it! I tried to incorporate as many elements as I could! Please do let me know what you think <3 this was so fun!!!!
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todomitoukei · 4 years ago
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Since it was Dabi’s Bday recently I’d like to share some thoughts/ideas/headcanons about him. I hope you don’t mind, I rlly love your blog.
The flowers Rei thought she received from Enji were actually from Touya, because despite everything, this boy still loves his mom. He cannot resent her for what happened because he knows they were more or less in the same boat and she did try to protect him, which is also why I like to think that at the end of Dabi’s reveal video, when he’s done talking, he stands up to turn off the camera and just before the video cuts out you can hear a whispered “I’m sorry, mom” and the screen goes black. The volume needs to be on max to hear it, which is why most ppl missed it.
I saw this theory that Dabi actually does have 2 quirks, which is how he survived the accident and got his scars. (I didn’t quite get the logistics and I don’t believe it but it’s an interesting concept imo.) The theory is that he got his scars because his body cracked, the way a frozen mug would crack if u filled it with hot liquid. (Skin seems too stretchy to just crack like that tho so idk.) This would explain why his scars are so clean-cut and still need to be stapled. Also, his scars look more like frostbites rather than burn marks but idk. He totally has some form of chronic pain from his scars, or at least from the staples pulling on his skin.
He acts cold towards the LOV members, although he enjoys their company after a long time of being on his own, because he’s scared of getting close to ppl and starting to care cuz he knows how it feels to lose everything he cares about. He doesn’t want to feel what he felt when he had to leave his family ever again.
I rlly think Touya and Keigo knew each other as kids; not necessarily as friends but they’ve talked enough to exchange names at least once. I imagine this happening a bit before Enji caught Hawks’ dad, Keigo finding a patched-up kid near a park, asking him what happened, exchanging names and talking a bit, maybe playing in the park for the afternoon, and not seeing each other again. Just enough interaction for Hawks to later wonder “what happened to that battered kid?”. Dabi recognized him when they met years later during the manga time, he didn’t trust Hawks because his general rule is to not trust anybody, but deep down he hoped. (sry this is my DBHWK addiction talking, ignore this)
After the accident, he had to live on the streets and fend for himself for years, so he’s seen a lot of shit after that, which earned him 1) more trauma, 2) critical and cynical thinking, 3) limited amount of empathy and trust issues, 4) the admirable ability to call out BS like the drama queen he is.
And one thing that bothers me logistically is that we know Touya’s body was not made for a fire quirk as strong as his, but, that could’ve easily been solved with support gear? Like a protective costume to cool his body and limit the fire output to only his hands?? Why tf didn’t Enji bother to provide his oldest kid (who showed much promise to become a hero, mind u) with the proper resources he obv needed? I’m kinda salty abt this ngl.
Anyway, I’m done here. I hope you don’t mind me venting out these ideas. I rlly like ur blog and I felt like you and the lil community u’ve gathered here could appreciate most of these. <3
Thank you so much<3 I’m really happy about all these messages and all the interaction from you guys, it’s much appreciated!
I really love those theories, too! The theory of the flowers actually being from Dabi is one of my favorites. Also the “I’m sorry, mom” hello??? Yeah, I didn’t need a heart anyway, thank you....... :(
The frozen mug, though... a funnier mental image than it should be.
Totally agree with the LOV thing. I really think that part of him is just too fixated on his goals to destroy Endeavor that he can’t really care/think about anyone else, but I also do think that a part of him actively tries to avoid people and the risk of starting to care about them. If you think about how he most likely is aware that an attempt at killing Shouto or Endeavor would also probably result in his own death, he might not want to get attached to anyone because what if he gets second thoughts then? Or what if he dies and they then get sad about it? And he just knows that his faked death hurt his family (that whole “thought so hard about it I went crazy”), so him dying would now also hurt the LOV, therefore he tries not to get close so their pain won’t be as bad as it could be?
Endeavor definitely could’ve helped him, but we’re talking about the guy who gave up on trying to reach his goals after like two years LMAO. Just cannot take this man seriously. They definitely could’ve figured out a way. I mean, Dabi did more or less figure out a way on his own. He uses larger attacks right away and then gets into people’s heads as his secret weapon and as a way to take a little break from overheating. Imagine how proper support items could help him. 
Heroes (and U.A.) focus far too much on their quirks and too little on all the other important skills needed for the job - just look at Uraraka who learned some basic self-defense at her internship, which then saved her life against Toga in the summer camp arc. Meanwhile, U.A. only lets them have some weird P.E. class where all they do is just use their quirks instead of being taught more basic fighting/survival skills? Heroes are just weird, and their education is a joke.
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constant-mason24 · 4 years ago
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Innocence in Peril
Jeremiah Valeska x Reader
Requested by Anon
NO Warnings, except maybe gun use?
1900 words. 
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Every day, Jeremiah sat in the back of the class, and every day, (Y/n) sat in the seat directly in front of him. Despite the fact that there was no assigned seating, this was what always happened. Jeremiah certainly didn’t mind. He thought the girl in front of him was very smart and very pretty. He was far too awkward to initiate a conversation with her, but luckily he had a reputation for being the smartest kid in class, and (y/n) would often ask him about assignments. Over time, the two became an odd kind of friends, and Jeremiah’s little schoolboy crush became something much more. 
“Miah! Can you help me with my chemistry worksheet?” (Y/n) grimaced, both from fear of inconveniencing Jeremiah and hatred of chemistry. 
“Of course.” Jeremiah pushed his glasses up and cleared his throat. “What are you confused about?”
“Everything,” she pouted. 
Jeremiah chuckled, avoiding eye contact as he tried to will his reddened cheeks to cool off. “Let’s start from the beginning again.”
Quite a few years passed, but Jeremiah never lost contact with (Y/n). She was one of the few people who would be allowed into his bunker. (Y/n) never understood why he lived within the concrete maze, but Jeremiah always told her it was how he focused best. She doubted that, seeing as to how he focused just fine back in school but brushed it off as some weird comfort. If it made Jeremiah feel better, who was she to complain? Especially with how rotten this city had become. Gotham was always rife with crime, but after the deaths of Martha and Thomas Wayne, everything seemed to go downhill quite rapidly.
Today, Jeremiah stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, nervously adjusting his jacket and shirt collar. (Y/n) was supposed to visit again, and she would be arriving quite soon. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his sweaty palms against the sink, wishing he could get over this childish fear and tell (Y/n) how much she meant to him. He knew he really had nothing to fear. She was a kind soul, who was always careful not to hurt anyone else’s feelings. He reasoned with himself that even if she didn’t return his feelings (which couldn’t be too high a chance, right?), she would certainly let him down gently, and with time they could at least be friends again. But the thought of laying his cards out on the table and having her reject him was. . . embarrassing. Not to mention he would be heartbroken. But was it really better to stay in the dark on such matters?
Sighing yet again, Jeremiah turned the faucet on and splashed water onto his face. Now was not the time to be lost in pointless thoughts. Thinking did nothing. Only action makes changes. 
Leaving the bathroom, he made his way back into his little office, figuring he could work until (Y/n) arrived, which would be in. . . ? He checked his watch. An hour. Nodding to himself and wiping his once again sweaty palms on his pants, Jeremiah turned on his security screens, looking to see all was normal. Ecco was patiently waiting for (Y/n)’s arrival as well, ready to lead her through the maze when she did finally show up. Pouring himself a drink, the nervous man sat down and gazed at the newest blueprints laying across his desk. Try as he might, he couldn’t slow his mind down enough to focus. Still, he didn’t give up, and he eventually found himself buried in his work again. 
It was quite some time later when Ecco knocked on his door. Leaning back in his chair, Jeremiah told her to enter, expecting (Y/n) to walk in behind him.
Ecco entered alone.
“Ecco. Where is (Y/n)?”
“She never came. She’s nearly an hour late.” Looking to his watch again, Jeremiah saw that she right.
“Maybe something came up, and she couldn’t make it. Did she happen to leave a message?”
“No,” Ecco frowned. “She hasn’t called.”
Jeremiah mirrored the look of concern and confusion on her face. (Y/n) was never late or absent without telling anyone. She was always cautious to tell people where she was. Gotham is a dangerous place.
“I’ll call and see if she answers. Maybe she’s fallen asleep again.” Jeremiah made his way the phone at his desk, stopping as it began to ring. Slowly, he turned to look at Ecco while he picked up. Only a couple of people knew this number. Maybe it was (Y/n)? “Hello.”
“Hello, brother dearest.” Jeremiah’s blood ran cold, and his face grew pale. He knew that voice better than anyone else. It was practically his own. 
“Jerome.” He glanced back to Ecco, who tensed at the mention of his name. “How did you find me?” 
“That’s not important, bro. What really matters is that I have your precious little girlfriend here with me. And you don’t like that, do you?”
“Jerome, whatever you want, leave her out of it.” Jeremiah grimaced as his brother began to laugh.
“I’d really rather not. I want you to meet me in an hour.”
Jeremiah gulped, wiping his sweaty hand for the third time. “Where?”
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
(Y/n) sat in the grass beneath a tree, watching the man who both was and wasn’t Jeremiah pace back and forth before her. She had always had her suspicions about Jerome Valeska but had never asked Jeremiah about him. She had always trusted that he would tell her if he could. Of course, she wasn’t stupid. When she saw the maniac on the television, she first thought it was Jeremiah, but after a quick phone call and some simple research, she reached a solid conclusion: Jeremiah had an evil twin he never told her about.
As ridiculous as it may have seemed at the time, the facts simply didn’t lie. And they most certainly didn’t lie now. Standing in front of her was Jerome Valeska, face full of scars,and his back turned away. (Y/n) figured running was a bad idea, so she didn’t bother to take advantage of being out of his line of sight. She had thought through anything and everything she could do, but between the lack of tools or weapons and being stuck in an almost entirely open field with a gun-wielding manic, her chances of escape were pretty slim. She didn’t want to risk it.
She thought back to when they were in school. Where had Jerome been then? He certainly wasn’t a threat at the time. Or maybe he was, and (Y/n) had just been absolutely clueless. The thought made her shiver.
“Well,” Jerome drawled, turning back to look at her. “Brother dear should be arriving at any minute. Say, you got any good stories?”
“Not really,” she chuckled humorlessly as he came and kneeled in front of her. “Maybe one or two from school.”
“Tell me one.” Jerome sat down and crossed his legs. “Tell me one about my brother. I missed being a part of his life.”
“Okay,” (Y/n) thought carefully. Something entertaining about Jeremiah. . . Thinking of a good story would be easier if she wasn’t so terrified. “Well, I could tell you about the junior prom.”
“Ooh, prom! Goody!”
~~~
“The theme for prom this year is gonna be Under The Sea! Isn’t that cute?” (Y/n) was turned around in her seat, facing Jeremiah, who was already starting today’s classwork. He nodded, adjusting his glasses without looking up. With a slight sigh, (Y/n) turned around, still talking to him. “You have any plans to go with anyone?”
“No.”
“Oh. You don’t want to ask any girl here to the prom? Not one?”
Jeremiah hesitated.
“No.”
(Y/n) whirled around in her seat and nearly screamed, “You are so totally lying, Miah!”
Jeremiah looked up and hushed her, glancing at the few stares her outburst had earned them. 
“Sorry.” She apologized meekly, waving at one of her classmates who turned back around. “But really, you have to have someone in mind.”
“I do. But I’m not going to actually ask.”
“Why not?” (Y/n) pouted. “Can you tell me who she is?”
“No.” Jeremiah returned to his paper.
“Well, if you aren’t;t going to ask her to go to the prom, I’m going to ask you.”
“Me?” Jeremiah looked up quickly, nearly knocking his work off his desk.
“Yeah, unless you do wanna ask her to go. But if not, you and I can go instead.” She rubbed her neck. “Just as friends, of course.”
“Ah, yes.” Jeremiah looked back at his worksheet. “As friends.” He started to work again, and (Y/n) turned to look at the worksheet on her desk. How did he already know how to do this?
“I also heard they’re serving lobster at prom. I don’t think that’s true though.”
-
“This is boring.” Jerome groaned, throwing himself back onto the grass, throwing (Y/n)’s train of thought askew. “I don’t want to hear about you flirting with him. Tell me something embarrassing.”
(Y/n) blinked, remembering her current situation. She looked over and saw Jeremiah himself walking towards them slowly. Jerome followed her gaze and smiled, sitting up and scooting closer to her. He placed the barrel of his pistol to her head and forced her to stand with him.
“It’s about time you showed up.” He giggled. “(Y/n) was just telling me the dullest story everrrr.”
“What do you want from me, Jerome?” Jeremiah raised his hands in surrender. “Why did you have to drag (Y/n) into this?”
“Aw, come on, bro.” Jerome poked (Y/n)’s cheek with the gun. “How else was I gonna getcha to leave your little maze ‘o fun? It’s not like I could have just asked ya.”
Jerome began to laugh like crazy (hmm, I wonder why), and (Y/n) caught Jeremiah’s eye. The two made eye contact for a moment, and Jeremiah nodded at her. 
“Aw, you two really are cute.” Jerome kept grinning. “Which means (Y/n) and I would be cute too. ‘Cuz, ya know, same face.”
Jerome gestured to his face with the gun for a moment but suddenly stumbled forward, nearly taking (Y/n) with him. Turning to look, she saw Ecco standing behind them with her own gun in hand. (Y/n) smiled and hugged Ecco.
“Thank you, Thank you both.” She pulled away as Jeremiah joined them, but he wasn’t interested in celebrating just yet. He grabbed (Y/n)’s hand, who in turn grabbed Ecco’s hand, and led them away from the field towards a waiting car. Ecco got into the driver’s seat while Jeremiah and (Y/n) got into the back. Finally out of immediate danger, (Y/n) felt the adrenaline begin to wind down slightly, as she began to tremble. It suddenly hit her how close she had come to dying, and she felt the tears begin to form in her eyes. Jeremiah reached out to comfort her, and she felt him shaking too. 
With a sob, she threw herself at him, wrapping him into a hug, which he gladly returned.
“It’s okay, (Y/n). You’re safe now. I won’t let him hurt you.” She cried in his arms for a while longer, as he continued to tell her that she was safe from harm. Inside he knew this was a lie. Now he would be coming for them both, enraged and looking for a way strike back. 
They arrived at Jeremiah’s bunker and quickly locked themselves away. (Y/n) went to the restroom to clean herself up a bit, and left Jeremiah and Ecco to talk.
“I think she should stay here with me,” Jeremiah said, pouring himself a glass of something strong. “Jerome will be back.”
“I’ll start the preparations,” Ecco said, and Jeremiah nodded. (Y/n) was in more danger now than ever before, and he was determined to keep her safe.
Maybe he would even tell her he loved her.
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calpalirwin · 5 years ago
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So F***in’ Deep
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Summary: You watch Mike perform and hear that man go “So fuckin deep” and your mind starts racing.
A/N: Thought long and hard (heh, hey-o!) about letting this fic end at the first break. But then I didn’t because I know how antsy I get when I read fics that end right before the “good” stuff, even if it’s all good. Like it? Tell me. Hate it? Shove it! (JK, feel free to tell me that too. Constructive criticism is good for the soul. We learn more from our mistakes than our successes. Just don’t be rude about it, you know?)
Content: Sex. Cursing.
Word Count: Why do I keep adding this bit? 2,200-ish words.
And away, and away we go!
~~~
“So fuckin deep!” Mike practically moaned into the microphone, shooting you a wink, making the crowd lose their minds.
You laughed from where you were watching, shaking your head at him. It didn’t matter how many times you watched him perform, that little grin and head tilt of his would take your breath away every damn time. And that particular ad-lib mixed with the moan, well, it made you weak in the knees to say the least.
“You have fun, Mikey?” you asked him once you got backstage.
He nodded happily, his green eyes dancing brilliantly, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Do you want to shower?”
He nodded again.
“Adrenaline making you speechless again?” you smiled up at him. Post-show was the only way Mike was ever quiet, the adrenaline pumping through him making him too excited to do much besides vibrate with energy.
“Do you want to me shower with you? Or do you want to relax by yourself?”
He answered by taking your hand and dragging you towards the bathrooms.
“Girl entering!” you announced, covering your eyes with a hand, trusting Mike to lead you.
“Aw, c’mon! Can’t a dude shower in peace?” Ashton called out through the steam.
“They’re individual stalls!” you laughed. “Just wrap yourself before you step out.”
“I’m not worried about us seeing each other nude, Y/N. I just don’t wanna hear you fuck my little brother!” Ashton laughed back.
“You peek, and I kick your ass,” Mike finally spoke, his racing heart calming down enough for him to find words.
“I won’t look at your girl on purpose,” Ashton assured him.
“Good. And that threat goes to you too, Cake!” Mike said to the benefit of the other men in their stalls.
“Won’t be able to, mate,” Luke’s voice sounded. “Sierra will kill me before you get the chance.”
“Damn straight!” Sierra’s voice sounded. “Y/N, you’re gorgeous, baby!”
“You are too!” you called out.
“1 shower! 1 shower without the sex!” Calum complained.
“We’re not having sex!” you and Sierra yelled back.
“Can I peek if you do?” Luke asked playfully. “Whoa, alright!” he laughed as Sierra probably pushed him and he slipped.
“Maybe a little sex?” Mike asked you in a whisper, pulling you into a stall. “Me and you, not you and Si. Although...”
“Maybe,” you smirked. “To you and me.”
His heart started racing again as he went to fetch some towels and you got the shower going the right temperature- a notch below skin-searing.
You were enjoying the spray when the door opened as you heard Mike shuffling out of his clothes before his chest pressed up against your back, arms wrapping around you. “You were awesome out there, Mikey,” you said, turning in his arms, feeling the spray pound on your hair. You rubbed at your eyes as the water flew in your face.
Mike chuckled and turned, taking the brunt of the spray, his hands brushing the water from your face. “Thanks baby.”
“You okay?” you asked, reaching up to touch his face. “You seem quieter than normal.”
He smiled at you. “Yeah, baby. I’ve just missed you.”
You smiled back. Getting a chance to be with him on tour was a rare occurrence, and this tour was already two months in before you got the chance to fly out to join him. “Just checking. Can’t have you getting sick on us. And I’ve missed you, too.”
“Not sick. Just happy.”
“You’re loud when you’re happy, Mikey,” you told him.
“But, I did just get done performing, and I currently have you very naked and in my arms. You know how my adrenaline makes me too jittery to speak.”
“Yeah, about that performance,” you smirked.
“I was awesome, and I kicked ass. Yeah, I know,” he said with an eye roll. It was what you always said and he still never believed it.
“Cocky,” you laughed. “And true. But there’s something else,” you added.
“Mmm? And what’s that?”
“So fuckin deep?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “With that little moan and head tilt? Mikey, you’re gonna murder your fanbase.”
“What fanbase?” he laughed. “Nobody’s a Mike girl these days. Ash and Cal are the ones dying their hair now, and Luke’s still the golden boy he always was. Mike girls have… what’s the phrase? Swerved into their lanes.” His tone was playful, but there was an underlying darkness to his words. He often felt insecure compared to his bandmates. In his eyes, he was the dorky nerd playing punk rock pretend.
“Keep doing that ‘so fuckin’ deep’ bit and the whole world will be Mike girls,” you assured him.
“Yeah? You think so?” he asked, his green eyes hopeful.
“I know so.”
His cheeks flushed. “Aw, baby.”
“Don’t get embarrassed. You, Michael Gordon Clifford, are hot. Devastatingly so.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, his eyes darkening.
“Oh yeah,” you agreed, leaning up to kiss him. “So fuckin hot,” you murmured as you both deepened the kiss.
“Mmm,” he murmured back. “Gotta be quiet, princess,” he told you and you shivered. He only ever called you “princess” in very specific situations. You knew what was coming, the soft boyfriend flipping into rough dominance. “Can you do that for me?” His hands that held you to him started to wander, tracing a path over your hips and between your thighs.
You nodded, biting your lip as he pushed a finger in you. 
He held you steady against him as his finger worked faster. When one finger wasn’t enough, he pushed in a second and you bit into his shoulder, a small moan escaping your lips anyway. “Quiet, princess, or I’ll make you quiet,” Mike tsked at you.
“Not in here, Mikey,” you breathed into his ear. Your knees got sore easily when he made you “be quiet” and you didn’t quite like the idea of your knees gouging into the tile floor of the shower.
His eyes softened the slightest bit at your words as he nodded. “Aw, does my princess wanna be loud for me?” his voice cooed in your ear, flipping back into the rough dominance.
“Yes, Mikey,” you whispered.
“You like when I make you quiet, don’t you, princess?”
“Mhm!” You were getting louder now, both with your responses and moans, as his fingers continued to work you over. “Close, Mikey,” you got out between panted breaths, feeling the knot in your stomach ready to come undone.
He spun you around so your back was to him, feeling him hard against your back. His free hand clapped over your mouth. “Cum for me, princess,” he coaxed, his thumb rubbing fast at your clit as his fingers pulled at your g-spot.
“Mikey!” you screamed around his hand, legs shaking.
“You’re so good for me, princess,” he praised, he fingers slowing down as you continued to shake.
“How is it that when you’re rough with me, you’re still gentle?” you asked, giggling slightly as your body relaxed from the high.
His eyes were soft again as he turned you back to face him, his face nuzzling into your neck to breathe you in. “It’s cuz I love you, baby. Don’t actually want to hurt you. And I can’t wear you out just yet.”
“Can you still make me be quiet, though?” you asked, your voice soft as you placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Only a little bit,” he compromised. “I’ve missed hearing you.”
“Well, let’s hurry this shower up then.”
~~~
“On your knees, princess,” he said, once the do not disturb card was on the hotel door.
You grinned wickedly at him and dropped to your knees on the pillow he had thoughtfully tossed to the floor. Your hands reached for his pants but he smacked you away. “Mikey,” you pouted.
“No hands, princess. I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“Oh?” you asked, excitedly.
He dropped to his own knees, his hand grabbing your chin, his thumb tracing your lips. “Think you can handle that, princess?”
“Might wanna touch you, Mikey.”
“Might not have time for that,” he said, placing a sloppy kiss along your jaw before he stood up and dropped his pants and boxers.
Your hands reached out instinctively to stroke him, but his hands slapped yours away, harsher than the first time. “Mikey!” you pouted. “You’re not playing fair.”
“If you wanna touch something, touch yourself. All I want to feel right now is the back of your throat.”
“That’s deep,” you said, your eyes wide, as you pushed your own pants down.
“So fuckin deep,” he growled, before pushing his length into your mouth.
“Good, God,” you moaned around him.
“That’s not quiet, princess,” he tsked, as he started moving his hips back and forth, your tongue gliding across his cock.
“Do you care?” you asked, when he moved far enough out for you to speak somewhat clearly.
One of his hands grabbed at your chin, much rougher than he had previously, jerking your head up to look at him. “Right now? Yes.”
You gave a small nod of understanding and he released his grip. “Oh, and you better tell me before you cum,” he added with a pointed glance at your hand that was rubbing circles over your clit.
“Don’t I always?” you winked.
“Shut up,” he chuckled before he pushed his way back in your mouth.
His groans added with the fact you couldn’t touch him only worked you into more of a frenzy, your free hand moving your panties out of the way to give your working hand more access. You were grateful for Mike’s sex-crazed state that had him thrusting in and out of your mouth because it gave you more focus to attend to your own needs.
“Fuck, c’mere!” he growled, pulling out suddenly and jerking you to your feet.
“What are y- whoa!” you said as he pushed you backwards onto the bed. “Mikey, I was in the middle of something,” you grumbled.
“Here, let me, princess,” he winked, pushing your legs open and burying his head between you.
“Mikey!” you gasped as his tongue worked you over.
“You think I was just gonna listen to how wet I make you, and not get a taste?” his voice vibrated against you.
“Mikey! Not gonna last!”
“Aw, does my princess wanna cum?”
“Yes!” you said, gripping the sheets.
“Aw, you can ask better than that,” he teased, adding two fingers in you with ease.
You bit into your fist and shook your head.
“What’s wrong, princess? You can be loud now,” he told you, his free hand pulling your arm down.
“Mikey…” you writhed against him.
“Say what you want, princess.”
“Words. Can’t. Please!”
“Close enough,” he smirked, before pulling the orgasm from you.
When he didn’t let up, you kicked your legs, screaming. “Mikey!” you begged.
“One more, princess.”
“Mikey, please!”
“One more,” he said, more sternly, his free hand holding you down.
“Can I touch you, at least?” you whined, your squirming distracting him enough for you to somewhat catch your breath.
He rolled his eyes, but adjusted both of you so you could reach him and he could continue to drive you over the edge.
“Mikey!” you shrieked, gripping him hard as he tongue sucked on your sensitive clit.
“Give me one more, and then I’ll fuck you, princess.”
“Mikey…” you whined, needing him inside you.
“I said,” his voice growled, his hand holding you down as you squirmed, irritated with your impatience. “One. More!”
“MIKEY!”
“There it is,” he grinned. “See was that so hard, princess?” he continued to grin as he moved to kiss you.
“I thought you weren’t going to wear me out?” you asked, your chest heaving.
“We both know you can handle two orgasms, princess,” he winked, positioning himself above you.
“Three. You’re forgetting the shower one.”
“My point still stands. You can handle more, and we both know it, princess.”
“You still gotta let me breathe between the highs, Mikey.”
“Do you have your breath now, princess?”
“Yes… wh- OH GOD!” you moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushed into you.
“God, I’ve missed you, princess,” he said, placing sloppy kisses along your cheeks and neck, his hips slamming into yours as his hands gripped your arms.
“Mikey?”
“Yes, princess?” he grunted.
“Can you say it?”
“Say what?”
“Mikey…” you said, your eyes pleading.
“Oh,” he nodded, understanding. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming deep into you, making you gasp. “So. Fuckin. Deep!” he said, each word a new thrust. “Hmm? Is that what you wanted, princess? Wanted to feel me bury myself deep in you?”
“Yes! Mikey!” you nodded, feeling on the edge of another release.
“So fuckin deep,” he moaned slowly in your ear and you screamed his name in his.
~~~
“Mikey?” you asked, cuddled up in his arms.
“Hmm?”
“Can you do that every time we have sex?”
“Do what, baby?”
“The ‘so fuckin deep’ thing.”
His cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “You like that, huh?”
“It’s really hot,” you nodded.
“Maybe,” he conceded, and you knew all the words he wasn’t saying. He really didn’t like getting rough with you as his brain had a hard time separating the ravenous lust from the love he felt towards you.
“We can have soft sex, if you want,” you said, nuzzling your face into his, placing soft kisses along his jaw.
“Maybe in a bit. Wanna play videogames with me?”
“Mario Kart?”
“You’re on!” he grinned, scrambling out of bed to plug the gaming device into the TV.
“Hey Mikey?” you asked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah baby?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
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lilaclovestowrite · 5 years ago
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Arcade Chaos (Katsuki x Cheerful!Reader)
“ Bakugo oneshot with cheerful!reader at arcade plz? ”
Type: Request from Quotev
Words: 2556
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Pairing: Katsuki x Reader
Genre: Hint of fluff, lots of Katsuki rage lol, and mainly humor
Summary: Somehow, you’re able to drag your crush, Katsuki Bakugou, to an arcade for the day. Of course, this creates chaos, since the Bakusquad happens to be there as well. But maybe, after all the chaos, you’ll finally be able to confess your true feelings to him!
Warnings:
None
💥💥💥
 “Why the heck are we in this lame place!?” questioned an irritated Katsuki.
“Cuz arcades are fun!” I answered, leading him in by the hand. He was very resistant—but he was no match for my nonexistent strength.
 “Fun? This place is for nerds who live in their mom’s basement. Just like stupid—”
 “Deku, yeah, yeah,” I finished for him with a blasé attitude. “I’ve heard it all before. Why don’t you just focus on something else besides Midoriya?”
 “Pfft, like what?”
 “Uh, something that actually matters. Video games, obviously.”
 “I’m leaving.” Just as he tried to escape, I pulled him back.
 “Get yer hands off me!” He flicked his wrist away from me, and huffed as he scanned the arcade’s interior.
“Come on, please stay with me for just an hour? PLEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEEE~!?” I forcefully smiled, holding my hands together in a purposely pathetic pose.
 “Well, you already kidnapped me so—whatever. And what’s the difference between these games and the ones on my phone? Only geeks play these chunky, 8-bit fossils.”
 “Trust me. You’ll see,” I vaguely left as an answer.
After I dragged Katsuki around the building, I asked him if anything caught his eye. “So, do you know what game you wanna play?”
 “’Nuke the Zombies’ didn’t look too trashy, I guess.”
 I blinked once. “Uhh, how about something more child-friendly?”
 “Fine. How about ’Blow up the Bunny’ then?”
 Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
 “Let’s not.”
But what we didn’t know, is that our other friends happened to be here as well! Eijiro, Denki, Hanta, and Mina approached us all at once.
 “Wow! Hey, guys! Nice to see you here,” Eijiro greeted.
 Hanta laughed. “Didn’t really expect to see you two here. . .specifically, together.”
 “The heck you mean by that!?” Katsuki nearly erupted, but I held him back.
 “Oh, y’know—just figured you’d be at home plotting your revenge for Midoriya or something.”
His response only earned him a snarl from Katsuki. But Mina, on the other hand, decided to push all of Katsuki’s buttons without thinking.
 “Maybe they’re on a date!!” she gasped. “WAIT, ARE YOU—”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! This isn’t a heckin’ date!” Katsuki debunked. “She bugged me nonstop about coming to this trash hole, and finally got on my nerves, so I came.”
 By the smug look on my friend’s faces—they were obviously not buying it. Truthfully, I wouldn’t have minded it if were a date. Considering I’ve always had a thing for Katsuki. People may have thought I was crazy for liking someone so spastic with anger management issues—but there was more to him than just his atrocious personality. He had a lot of admirable qualities like uh, well, I’ll think of some later.
 “Alright then~” Mina giggled.
 “Guys, when can we play some games?” asked Denki.
“Right now!” Eijiro made an immediate beeline for Whac-A-Mole. “Bakugou, you gotta try out this game! I used to play it when I was younger, and it’s so much fun.”
 “The heck is it?”
 Katsuki stormed over and studied the attributes of the vintage game, while Eijiro explained the rules of it to him.
 “And when the mole thing rises up, you just hit it with this mallet!”
 “Pfft, sounds like a baby game. Pass.”
 “Aw, c’mon!” I joined in, trying to convince him to try it out.
 Hanta agreed, “Yeah! Don’t be such a wet blanket, man.”
After all our nagging, he eventually gave in and reluctantly picked up the game mallet. “Gross, a thousand brats probably got their diseased germs all over this thing.”
 “They’re not as diseased as your attitude, that’s for sure—”
 “COME AGAIN, KNOCK-OFF PIKACHU!?!”
 “Hey, hey,” Eijiro tried calming. “Just try one round at least!”
 “Ugh, fine.”
Once the game started, the plastic moles slowly rose up from their holes, and each one was hammered by Katsuki. He displayed his obvious boredom through stance and expression.
 “This game is about as fun as watching paint dry.”
 “Oh, it gets harder,” I snickered.
 “This is about as hard as using Deku as a football.”
But he was soon showed otherwise—as the game’s difficulty increased. The moles now only stayed up for half a second now, and even Katsuki was having a hard time keeping up.
 “C’mon, dude! Whack them!” Eijiro cheered.
“THIS STUPID MALLET ISN’T WORKING!!!” he screeched, causing the rest of the people around us to stare. It was a bit embarrassing. But that’s my penalty for going out in public with Katsuki. “DIE, RATS, DIEEEEEE!!!!” So, he dropped the mallet, and just started exploding the moles with his hands.
 And of course, the result was he melted the arcade machine. All the moles were now nothing but liquefied plastic, which was totally uncalled for compared to the games standards.
 I walked back to my friend’s table with Katsuki by my side.
“Alright, I just called Katsuki’s therapist and he was able to, er—scream out his issues. So, I think we’re good!” I informed with a thumbs up.
 “My therapist can bite rocks.”
 I let out a sigh of disappointment at his rude response.
 “Hey, (Y/N)! Did you see any games that caught your eye?” Hanta wondered.
 I answered with, “Hmm. . .well, I did wanna play Whac-A-Mole. But now it’s melted into the flooring, so. . .”
“It wasn’t even fun,” Katsuki downplayed. “I have more fun beating Deku. Wait—they should make a game called Whac-A-Deku. Now, I’d play that.”
 We only stared at our friend, mildly disturbed.
 Hanta said, “Pac-Man it is, then.”
 After playing a few more games, we headed to the eating area. We ordered some pizza and soda, so we just chatted as we ate.
 “You guys, what do you think is better? Pac-Man or Ms. Pac-Man?” asked Mina.
 “They’re the same thing, Raccoon Eyes.”
 “NO, PAC-MAN IS A MAN, AND MS. PAC-MAN IS A WOMAN.”
 I awkwardly nibbled on my pizza, watching the conversation between them take a nosedive for the worst.
 “Guys, is butter a carb?” Katsuki asked us.
 Denki replied, “I don’t know—I don’t watch Gordon Ramsey.”
“Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries.” He launched his pizza in the trash can (which he carelessly missed), and headed back to the ordering station.
 Just as Katsuki got out of earshot, Mina immediately began interrogating me.
 “So. . .ya sure you two weren’t on a date~?”
 I went red with total shock and embarrassment. “What? No way! He doesn’t like me like that.”
 Hanta chuckled. “He liked you enough for you to literally drag him here. That’s like, a deathwish for most people.”
 I knew he had a point.
 Eijiro said, “Plus, he needs a girlfriend. He needs someone to keep him fairly sane.”
All their talking had me blushing. Yes, I liked Katsuki a lot—but I never thought it’d go any further than that. However, you never know about these kind of things.
 “So. . .should I ask him out or something?” I hesitantly questioned.
 “Go ahead! I mean, there’s not a line of girls trying to date him, that’s for sure.”
 I took it into consideration. Maybe today, I should try to make a move. I mean, YOLO, amirite?
 “Alright, I’ll try next time I see him,” I gulped.
 They all smiled uncontrollably, but instinctively stopped once Katsuki returned to the table.
 “Why’re you idiots all staring at me like a bunch of idiots?”
“Oh, uh—well. . .” I mentally prepared myself for rejection. I knew all my friends were bursting at the seams, waiting for me to confess my feelings to Katsuki. But it was just so awkward. So, I chickened out. “I uh, wanted to know if you were gonna share your cheese fries with me.”
 “What does share mean?”
 I could hear Eijiro facepalm. So, I ended the awkwardness with, “Nothing! Just eat your fries—”
 Later, we all continued searching for what else to play.
 So, I cleared my throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ahem. How about we do something that’s multiplayer?”
 “You mean like a competition?” Katsuki wondered, a psychotic smile forming on his face once the idea of winning first place entered his mind. Now, we were all scared.
“Uh, you’re smiling like a psycho again—I MEAN, uh, yeah! We just need to find a game that allows two players. . .and one that isn’t taken.” As I examined the room and every one of its consoles, I found one that caught my eye.
 Dance Dance Revolution (DDR).
 “Hmm, I know! That one!” I excitedly pointed to the one I was referring to.
 “OMG, that one is so cool! I used to play it when I was younger!” Mina beamed.
“Oh, great. Dancing? I thought you’d pick something that would actually hold my interest. Like no-scoping zombies or something.”
 I crossed my arms and said the thing I knew would make him do what I wanted. “What? You think you can’t beat me? Think I’m gonna win instead~?”
 “Pfft, in your dreams. I’d beat you at any game at any time of the week. You’re a lame gamer.”
 “You think so, eh? Well, let’s just find out!” I skipped over to the DDR machine and patiently waited for the two children to finish up their round. However, patience wasn’t an idea Katsuki could process in his arrogant brain.
 “Hit the road, punks! I’ve got a game to win!” He shoved the two kids off, and cleared the platforms for both of us. I tried mouthing an apology to the two schoolboys, but they had already escaped to find their parents.
 Katsuki extended his arms and stretched out his fingers. Eijiro and Hanta approached me, asking if I was sure this was a good idea. I knew Katsuki was unhealthily obsessed with winning, but that only made it more fun being his opponent, at least in my opinion! (Plus, seeing him fail was ten-times funnier).
 “Go easy on her, dude,” Denki tried helping out.
“No way, Calamari. I’m not a braindead loser like you.” Finishing up his mini exercise, he stepped onto the dance platform. “What’re you waiting for, girly?” Katsuki snarked at me with a confident smirk.
 I stepped on mine as well, and scrolled through the list of songs to perform. “We could start with easy mode,” I offered.
 “No way. Go for the hardest mode you can find.”
 Someone was going to break their legs, and it wasn’t going to be Midoriya this time around.
 “Oh. . .well, uh—alright!” I landed my finger on this Vocaloid song called The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku, which was apparently the most challenging one on this menu. “Alright, there’s the modes: Beginner, Intermediate, Pro, Master, and uh, Death.”
 “Choose Death then.”
 With a cloud of anxiousness looming over my figure, I pressed that option. I didn’t know what to expect—but I was scared.
 “How bad can it be?” chuckled Eijiro.
 Oh, but it was pain. It was the most torture I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
When the gameplay started, it wasn’t too hard in the intro of the song. But when the fast part came, it was like we were dancing to save our lives. People in the building came to spectate us and our anguish—but our friends cheered us on the entire time.
 “REEEEEEEEE, END MEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Katsuki screeched as he barely managed to touch the flashing tiles on his platform.
I felt as if I was jumping across a room full of nails sticking straight up. I could barely keep up with the beat of the song, and I was already exhausted. But we weren’t even halfway into it.
 “BEATING ALL FOR ONE IS EASIER THAN THIS TORTURE MACHINE!” roared Katsuki.
 “You’re almost to the beat break!” Hanta reassured.
Finally, the first verse of the song ended. So, our legs could take a break for a few seconds. Katsuki and I were desperately trying to regain oxygen, since it was such a rush. When we looked at our current scores—I saw that I was luckily five points higher than Katsuki.
 “WHAT THE HECK!? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?” he raged.
 “HA.”
 Everyone cheered for me at the moment, but Katsuki wasn’t having it. He was more than determined to beat me now.
When the gameplay resumed, we continued to push ourselves to dance on the correct tiles. Our scores were nearing closer together, and it was only a matter of time before one of us passed each other for good and won.
 “ALMOST THERE,” Katsuki spoke to himself, as he glimpsed at his own score.
But just the moment before it was all over, Denki accidentally activated his Quirk due to the hype building up in his system—and it shot out at the DDR machine, causing it to short-circuit and die.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Katsuki bellowed out, as he fell on his knees and placed his hands on the now black screen. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU, STUPID PIKACHU!!!”
 However, it was pointless because Denki already fried his brain and went dumb. “Wheyyyy~”
Eijiro couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, along with Hanta and Mina. It only made Katsuki’s blood boil—and frankly, I couldn’t help but giggle too.
 “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PAIN.” Katsuki stood up and stalked out of the arcade. Of course, I followed him.
 “Katsuki! Don’t be upset. It’s only a game.”
 “I WAS SO CLOSE TO WINNING!” he fumed. “I COULD HAVE BROKEN THE STUPID RECORD—”
“Shh, just relax! They’ll probably fix it, and we can always come back later.” I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, which he surprisingly didn’t flick off.
 “Hmph. I’m never playing that demon game ever again.”
 I laughed softly. “Well, there’s plenty of other games. But other than the fact Denki shut off the game—did you have fun?”
 He turned his head to me, and for I moment, I swear I saw his eyes soften by a fraction. “Maybe a little—but not that much.”
 I’ll take that as a yes, coming from him.
But now that we were together with no other distractions, I decided to take a risk and slide my hand into his. He widened his eyes—since affection was probably a concept far removed from his unfriendly mentality.
 I looked down at the floor and smiled, saying, “I was thinking, Katsuki. Would you uh, would you consider being my Player Two?”
 I didn’t even care how cheesy I was being at this point.
 “The heck does that mean?”
 Our friends screamed from a distance, “SHE’S ASKING YOU OUT, GENIUS!”
Katsuki stiffened up, since he was struggling to find a riposte to throw back in my face. But it was relentless. Instead, he let out a sigh and told me, “That’s the sappiest and most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard—but sure. You’re not as annoying as the others.”
 I strained my cheeks from smiling so much, and I threw my arms gleefully around Katsuki. The others were probably afraid he’d blow up or something, but thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he returned the favor by awkwardly rubbing my head.
 “They’re so cute together~” sighed Mina.
 “Yeah, Bakugou better not screw it up,” Eijiro added with a smile.
 “It’s Bakugou, he screws everything up.”
 “True.”
 Maybe coming to this place was a good idea after all~
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getbacktoworknovice · 5 years ago
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For requests how about FF7 Reno being stuck in a elevator with the reader, who he has a crush on? (Also I love the little gifs and images you put on your messages, they're so cute!!)
Reno is my absolute favorite, I do so love when people request him~! (also awww thank you~ I’ve been working on some new banners behind the scenes so I use the gifs for now as placeholders, I'm glad you like them~!) Also, I hope you enjoy~! 
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Reno grumbled, getting on the elevator and punching the button for the basement floor so he could get in his car and go home. Today had been too long and he was ready for it to be over. He leaned back against the wall of it, letting his head clunk against the metal behind him, welcoming its cool feeling on the back of his head. 
He perked when the elevator stopped and was surprised to see you, a stack of papers in your arms. “Hey,” He said, surprised to see you there so late. “Need some help?” He asked, offering a hand as you made your way onto the elevator. You looked up at him, giving a weary smile. 
“Oh yes please, thank you,” You said, handing him some of your stack which he took as you organized yourself better. Once you had everything neatly in your bag you sat back next to him, sighing wearily. Reno chuckled, very aware of the fact that your shoulders were touching and looked down at you. He’d had a crush on you forever but hadn't ever acted on it so being this close was a bit much for him.
“Long day?” Reno asked, trying to start some kind of conversation but also worried as you looked very tired. You gave a chuckle and sighed, adjusting your bag. You liked Reno, he was sweet if a little goofy and hotheaded but it was endearing to you. 
“A little,” You admitted. “Rufus has me reorganizing older research papers by author and it's been seriously draining,” you said. “Scientists loooove to do research papers.” you grumbled and Reno chuckled. 
“A wordy bunch scientists…” He said and you groaned in agreement. 
“If I have to read the word hypothesis one more time…” You said before a sudden jolt knocked you off your feet. Reno caught you, jolted by the sudden movement as well but he managed to keep his balance, looking around with wide eyes. 
“What the hell…?” he said, noting the elevator had stopped. He heard a maintenance man come over the speaker letting them know they were having technical difficulties and that the elevator would be moving again as soon as possible. 
You and he both groaned, knowing that meant even longer before you’d get to go home. After a while, you sat down, your feet and back stiff from all the time on your feet. Reno was doing his best to keep it together and be cool. 
Being this isolated with you gave him ideas. 
You rubbed your back a bit and he settled down next to you, looking at you curiously. “You okay?” He asked, noting you seemed uncomfortable. You gave a weary smile and tried to settle back against the elevator door but the tense sensation in your back wouldn't relieve. 
“I think I may have pulled something,” you admitted and he scooted closer to you. “I have this weird pulling feeling in my back that makes it hard to sit comfortably,” You tried to explain as you weren’t sure if this was common or if it was just you. You stiffened a bit when you felt his hand on your back. 
“Oh uh, I can try to help,” He said his hand recoiling a bit at your reaction. “Sometimes I get the same kind of feelin’ in my lower back and massaging it helps.” He said. “Only I don't trust anyone I work with to do it cuz they’d probably hurt me worse.” he insisted with a chuckle. 
You looked at him curiously. He didn't seem to have any ulterior motives, in fact, he seemed genuinely worried over you. It felt nice to know someone you liked actually cared. That was a real change of pace. “Okay,” You said. “But no funny business.” you teased and he blushed and rubbed the back of his head. 
“Ah, no of course not!” He insisted and you giggled. It was kind of fun to see him flustered, it really undid his cool and collected persona. You turned so your back was facing him and he used his palm to rub the sorest part of your back, making you sigh in content. 
“Yeah, that already feels a lot better.” You insisted, leaning back into his touch. You couldn’t see because you weren’t facing him but Reno’s face was red as could be and though he was having all kinds of thoughts he did his best to focus, wanting to make you feel better. 
After all, he was hoping to build up some good rapport since he liked you so much but this was almost too much for him. He didn't get to mull on it long however as another jolt signaled the elevator back up and running. Reno wanted to punch the maintenance worker in the face.  
“Oooh yay~ We’re moving again~!” You said joyfully, moving to get up and Reno did the same. You stretched, no longer feeling the pull in your back and smiled at him. “Thank you Reno, that was really nice of you.” You assured him, patting his arm. He looked away, again a pink tinge to his cheeks. 
“Yeah, yeah of course, no worries.” He assured you, seeing the elevator ding for the first floor. Your stop. The doors opened and you moved to leave before noticing he seemed almost disappointed. You tilted your head at him before smiling and moving to kiss him on the cheek. 
His eyes widened in surprise but before you could say anything in your defense he had his lips pressed to yours. It was your turn to be surprised but you certainly didn't pull away, leaning up to kiss him in return almost desperately, like you were afraid he would disappear. 
You didn't even notice the elevator had moved to the basement until you heard the ding and both of you broke apart, embarrassed. “Uh, missed your floor…” He said scratching his cheek a bit and you shook your head. 
“It’s all right, I’ll head back up.” You said, scooting him out of the elevator. “But go on, you need to get some rest.” You insisted as he really did look tired. Reno nodded, leaning in to press the button for your floor.
“You too, don't dream of hypothesis.” he teased and you groaned as the elevator doors closed. Once you got to your floor you signed out and made your way home. You smiled to yourself for the rest of the night. 
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typhoontroubadour · 5 years ago
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Some notes about the placements can be found under the cut.
Those Dead Peeps: Don’t know anything about so I can’t make a real judgement on any of them.
Fuck You Guys: Self explanatory.
Mishima: Mishima gets a lower tier than everyone else cuz he was the first to die so we spent the least amount of time with him, and despite the fact he keeps coming back in some way or another I still can’t make myself care about him THAT much. That being said, I haven’t yet played island mode where he’s the only player character so that might sway my judgement later.
Ranger: While a bastard he’s a very entertaining bastard. That alone I think warrants him above the Fuck You tier. And also, while I still hold him accountable, his dad was the dick who left him without positive emotions and led to him taking the actions he does.
Safalin: I was thinking about putting her a tier above where she is but I don’t think she deserves to be on the same tier as the charcaters above her. She’d likely need her own middle ground tier as my fave doll.
Sara: Probably the first real eyebrow raiser. Sara while being a good and expressive character I feel is one of the most generic and average out of the group so far. Note that I said so far. She’s steadily become more complex as the story unfolds. I hope by the end and we find out what her deal is that the orginization wants her so badly I can bump her up at least one more ranking. To compare the series to Danganronpa (something no one has ever done before) in terms of protagonist level, she’s kinda like Makoto to me. There’s nothing wrong with her, but I just feel the future protags are more complex, in due no small part from being able to learn from writing for the first game onwards.
Reko; Alright, listen. I like Reko. I think she’s a good character. But compared to Sara and even her brother? (congrats to the trans fans for being fed that good shit btw) I just feel rather lukewarm about her. Reko and Alice are kinda comparable as rather abrasive characters with a softer side to them. I always can appreciate a character who can he tough but care for or look after the weaker ones. But at the same time that character alone can only get so far in my eyes. I think she’s missing some crucial piece of charcater to her to really make her stand out as her own. Something truly unique about her to let her stand on her own two feet. Until that day comes, I just see Reko as that cool big sister who got me through the dancing sub game.
Q-taro: This one’s pretty simple, I feel like I want to like him more than I do but can’t. I honestly thought he’d be dead by the end of chapter 2 when playing through it. It kind of feels like we’ve seen the extent of his character already through where we are in the sotry. I also find his character to sometimes flipflop back and forth sometimes? Like how he goes from the first main game saying we can’t nominate the kids to not willing to take the stinger for Gin. He seems like he really cares about trust and believing in people (other than Shin) but then chapter 2 happens and he kinda loses it? I dunno, it’s reasonable for someone to crack, but for him, to me, it feels like there needed to be more of a build up of seeing him start to collapse a bit. And then his shady behavior kinda gets pushed aside cwhen he works with Keiji and the focus shifts away from him. Don’t some of you think he can come off as if changing his alliances when they’re convienant for him? Long story short, he just seems kind of like a mess to me that needs sorted out to make sense of at the moment.
Joe/Jou: However you prefer to spell it, I think we can all agree he is a very good boi. Not much to say that hasn’t already been said on him.
Alice: I rank him higher than his sister cuz I just think he’s a slighter better version of her character and more enjoyable to read. Kinda sad to see him go.
Kai: Kai was someone who if I ranked these guys simply on the stuff we knew about them from chapter 1 I’d likely put in the average tier, but thanks to chpater 2 he’s risen a rank. He’s a very fascinating character I hope continues to have some sort of presence in the final chapter. I kinda feel like he’s done now that we’ve cleaned out his laptop, but I can hope. He also gets props for smacking Miley upside the head.
Keiji: Do I even need to say anything? No? Didn’t think so.
Sou/Shin: Remember all I said about Q-taro? Yeah, I feel Shin is that but it actually makes sense and he’s just a real interesting charcater to see act and react to things. He is a great love to hate character for me. I’m very interested to see how he’s handled in chapter 3 as someone who chose to have him live the end of chapter 2.
As a quick break before moving on, to speak on the character we recently learned of, Shadow Sou, just Sou Hiyori, whatever, while we still don’t know anything of him, I think we can all put aside our differences to  want to jump this smelly bad man. I would take pleasure in seeing him hooked up to a punishment machine and having a bot set up to mash a button meant to prolong his suffering. That is all.
Gin: Let me be 100% clear right now. Everyone in this tier is here purely for being my fave. Do they deserve to be this high regardless? Your results may vary, but I believe so. I love Gin so much. He’s so good. He is the final alive member of the group who must be protected at all costs. I’m glad he’s found his own use to the group as the story went on. I didn’t know how to feel about him at the start of the game, Kind of like Kai I didn’t feel really attached to him. But the more I was able to be with him, the more the little guy grew on me. He is my adoptive little bro and I will visit him everyday and make sure to play with him. I really hope nothing bad happens to him in chapter 3, but I’m also so worried we’ll have more damage done to Sara’s mental fortitude before the end to try to breka her further. And I feel like that can only really come from losing Gin or Keiji at this point to sting as much as when Joe did.
Nao: Oh, Nao. My sweet baby. I think I should start this off by saying what I think all fans of Nao would like to sy to the game. How about you go fuck yourself? I’m serious, Nao gets shit on through the whole game leading to her end in chapter 2. What do you guys have against Nao? She’s great and I would’ve happily traded away her sacrifice card for my own. She’s so pure and trying to do her best and be a better person without realying so heavily on tohers like Mishima. But, I’d be an idiot to just ignore the fact she did kinda fulfill that before her end. You could easily argue she kinda already reached the end of her arc as a character. She finally reached that point the others that supported her thought she could be. Am I still sad to see her go? Of course I am. Do I find it a satisfactory end for her character? I say I’m glad she was at least able grow into herself before dropping her. And that’s you can really ask of a game like this.
Kanna: Last but not least we have dear, sweet, precious Kanna. It was rough choosing to vote against her at the end of chapter 2. That’s something I’ll have to see the consequences of on a repeat playthrough once the game is complete. I took her words to heart and let her protect Sara the only way she knew how. I hope she’s able to rest easy with her sister. I think Kanna, much like Gin, fit that good child charcater trait of being able to see the good in people depsite some things about them in that naively and pure way only a kid can. I like how depsite everything, she put her faith into Sara and Shin to the very end. If there’s one thig to respect about her character it’s that she stuck to her guns like Joe despite knowing her end was likely coming.
To anyone who read this whole thing top to bottom, or skipped around to the characters they cared about and made it down here to read about Kanna and noticed this last little spiel, you are the mvps, and I hope your faves make it out alive.
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