#i need the deets before i change my mind

[xanaxspritz]

inspired by frat boys gojo and geto by @chu-cho! part 1.

synopsis: satoru gojo and suguru geto are the hottest frat boys on campus. an unexpected encounter leaves you wondering if you should take a chance.

an: y'all, as i was writing this I saw a horde of frat boys down my street (I live in a college town) and it scared the shit of me lmao

satoru gojo and suguru geto were probably the most two obnoxious boys on the planet.

known as "yin and yang" on campus, the two could frequently been seen hanging around campus crushing soda cans, smoking cherry lime vapes, and breaking hearts. satoru was the loud, cocky one, possessing a douchey aura that made every interaction a fun game of "how many times does he bring up himself?" suguru was the quiet, laid back one, but still equally as smug and annoying as satoru, especially as his enabler. a slick-talkinng charmer, you often find yourself almost letting your guard down around him.

and the two just happen to be in your chemistry 101.

"hey," gojo says sliding into the empty chair next to you. it was the end of the lecture and everyone was rushing to leave the hall. "my friend thinks your really cute," he points over to suguru quietly walking over to you two. out of everyone in the large lecture hall, they chose to bother next to you. wonderful.

"get lost satoru," you roll your eyes.

"c'mon you think I would lie? i would never! honestly, I'm hurt," gojo pouts.

"lay off her satoru," suguru quips, coming behind gojo. "sorry about him."

"don't pretend like you weren't just giving her mad lovey-dovey eyeballs. anyways we're having a party at the frat this friday after finals, wanna come?"

were they seriously inviting you to a party? a frat party at that? you heard crazy things about the ragers Sigma Tau during finals week. you've girls walk out of the giant victorian-style mansion without their shoes, throwing up on the sidewalk drunk out of their minds.

"i think I'm good," you reply going back to your work.

gojo raised an eyebrow. there was not one person on this earth who declined an invitation to the infamous Sigma Tau rager, and you were too pretty girl not to show up.

"thats ok. think about it," says suguru in a reassuring tone. "we would love to see you there though, if you change your mind." he writes down his number and passes it over to you. "satoru, we need to go. we have physics next."

satoru rolls his eyes before winking at you. "we'll see you friday night." he and suguru leave, and you look dumbly at the scrawny numbers on the piece of paper suguru ripped out of his notebook. this was the first time you've ever been invited to any college party, and at Sigma Tau no less.

you can't help but to feel flattered that satoru and suguru specifically invited you, showering you with attention. maybe this party will be cool. you did need to get out of your dorm more often.

you hold on to the note and keep it in your pocket. 2 days later on that friday afternoon you pull out your phone and send a text.

you: hey, what are the deets again?

maybe: suguru geto: hi

maybe: suguru geto: the sigma tau house at 10pm

maybe: suguru geto: im glad you decided to come :)

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort Breakfast

Summary - Part 22 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

Warnings - none

Series Masterlist | Masterlist 

Once you’re all packed up and checked out Dean drives you both to a local diner. He orders you both coffees, a straight black and a mocha for you, and a tall stack of pancakes with a side of bacon and maple syrup to share. While you wait for your order to arrive you decide to open up about your shower thoughts.

“So, uh, I was thinking…”

“I hope you didn’t hurt yourself,” Dean quips.

“I’m trying to be serious here, asshole.”

“You would’ve said the same thing to me. In fact, you have on multiple occasions.” You shoot him an unimpressed look and he holds his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, Sweetheart, continue. What were you thinking about?”

“I don’t know if I want to tell you now,” you tease.

He reaches over and takes your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. “Please, Baby, I’m sorry. Tell me.”

“You’re lucky I love you…”

“I know. Now tell me what you were thinking about.”

“Maybe, our wedding doesn’t have to wait until we’re out.”

“What are you saying? You still want to marry me?”

Just as you’re about to elaborate, your phone rings. “It’s Andre,” you say, Dean rolls his eyes and you shake your head at him smiling as you answer. “Hi Bestie, you’d better be calling to tell me you and Danny finally set a wedding date.”

“Not quite. Look, I know you said you’re not hunting anymore after everything you’ve been through recently. But we’ve been doing some venue hunting in Vegas and something feels off. I promised Danny I wouldn’t hunt it but I refuse to let some vengeful spirit ruin our prospects or anyone else’s special day.”

“You have impeccable timing, actually. This is just what I need right now. If you can try to find out everything you can about it we can be there in a day or so. I can’t wait to see you and Danny!”

“See you soon, Bestie! I’ll text you the deets.”

As the line goes silent your food and coffee arrive. Once the waitress leaves Dean takes a sip of his coffee staring at you expectantly.

“How do you feel about Vegas?”

“Gambling, drinking and sex. Sounds like heaven.”

“Good, because Andre caught a case there. But uh, you’re a pledge remember.”

“Biggest regret ever. Can we still go to the casino?” he asks with a mouth full of bacon.

“After we gank whatever it is, sure. I could use a night of gambling and booze.”

You both dig into your breakfast in relative silence. Once you’re full you push the plate towards Dean and lean back in the booth before breaking the silence again. “I don’t wanna get married in Vegas. I want something more classy.”

“Trust me, you deserve way more than a rushed Vegas wedding and I’m going to make sure you get it.”

“I’m not much of a traditionalist, and I don’t need much, but if we’re gonna do it, I want it to be special.”

“It will be, I promise. You ready for an extra long road trip, my sweet?”

“Bring it on.” 

Dean places a few bills on the table under the plate and stands up before holding his hand out to you. You slide to the end of the booth before taking his hand and letting him lead the way back to the car. He opens the passenger door for you and closes it once you’re situated inside, then moves around to the driver’s side to get in himself. You listen to the engine roar to life as he speeds down the highway, then shuffle through his box of cassettes. 

“What do you wanna listen to driver?”

He glances at you and the box quickly before putting his eyes back on the road. He sighs and then says, “You pick.”

“I thought the driver picked the music?” you say shocked.

“Don’t make me change my mind, and don’t tell Sam.”

You flick through your choices again before deciding on one of his favourites: Led Zeppelin II. Once the classic rock fills the car he shoots you a quick, surprised look. “You get a chance to play whatever you want and you pick one of my favourite albums? I really don’t deserve you.”

His free hand finds your thigh and squeezes softly. You put your hand on top of his and then above the music say, “What made you agree to the chastity pledge?”

He nods his chin towards the radio, so you turn it down, and then once it’s quieter he replies, “The prospect of a second chance. Being able to just hit refresh … after everything that’s happened. I really did want that baby, you know … I could picture it so clearly. Waking up to an empty bed in the middle of the night only to find you sitting in a rocking chair in the nursery feeding and singing to our beautiful little girl. I imagined the perfect little princess with your cute nose and sparkling eyes.” 

You look over at him and see the tears running down his cheeks. You slide across the bench seat and wipe them away with your thumbs, trying your best not to hinder his view of the road, then rest your head on his shoulder. “I promise one day we’ll make that dream come true. Well, I can’t promise you a little girl, that’s up to your sperm, but the rest … I want that more than anything. Just not yet, okay?”

He quickly kisses the top of your head before you feel him nod.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It’s just past eight at night by the time Dean finally pulls into a diner just off the highway. You’d been complaining about needing a bathroom for about half an hour so the second the wheels stop moving you jump out. You can hear Dean laughing from behind you but you ignore him as you bolt inside. When you come back out he’s sat in a booth with two glasses of Cola and two burgers with fries in front of him. You quickly join him and take a big bite of the burger, and then say with your mouth half-full, “You have no idea how much I love you!”

Dean swallows his mouthful and then says, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

After washing it down with some Cola you reply, “Huh? I was talking to the burger.” When he shoots you an offended look you add, “But I guess I love you too, you dork.”

After you both finish eating Dean gets up to use the bathroom himself, so you pull out your phone and impulsively start looking up wedding dresses. You know you don’t want anything too fancy or outrageous. You scroll past ballroom styles dresses and mermaid ones that you just know you wouldn’t be able to walk in. Then your fingers stop on a simple, white wrap-up cami dress with a split in the front and simple yet elegant lace look fabric. You could imagine yourself in that dress, standing in a field with a simple bouquet walking towards your handsome hunter. You hear Dean’s breath hitch from behind you; you turn around and see him staring in shock at your screen while carrying a plate of cherry pie. You turn your phone off and take the plate and place it on the table before he drops it.

“So, your serious about doing this soon?” He asks, slipping into the booth opposite you.

“We have to go to Vegas first. But despite everything … or because of everything I don’t want to wait. Our lives are in danger every day, I have faith we can get out, but what if we don’t and we never get a chance? After the baby and the djinn … time is precious and our lives can change in an instant.”

“Then let’s gank this ghost and then I’m gonna marry myself a wife.” He takes a bite of the pie and then adds, “I never thought I’d get to say that.”

“I still can’t believe I’m going to marry the warrior, Dean Winchester.”

“You would look incredible in that dress by the way. You don’t get a chance to dress up much in our lives, but when you do … Even that tight little black FBI dress you wore that time … I swear you’re going to be the death of me, Sweetheart.”

“Just eat your pie, Winchester.”

He takes a scoop and leans over the table, holding the fork in front of your lips until you open them and let him feed it to you. Sitting here like this, planning your wedding and joking together, it’s hard to believe that just a few days ago you were barely talking. Or that you’d suffered such a great loss just a couple of months ago. Once the plate is clean you both get up and head outside. Just before you reach the car you pull him in for a kiss, and then reach into his pocket and steal the keys. As soon as he feels your hand he pulls away and tries to grab you, but he’s too slow. You bolt around the car to the driver’s side and slip in starting the engine. He defeatedly gets in the passenger side. 

“You drove all day, it’s my turn. Get some sleep.”

“I’d argue but it’s so sexy when my girl drives my Baby.”

“Shut up and get some sleep.” You put your foot down and take off into the darkness. Unsurprisingly, he refuses to sleep, opting to watch you and do his best to help you stay focused and awake. 

It’s around three in the morning when you can barely keep your eyes open, so you pull over among some trees and shut off the engine. 

“Come here,” Dean says as he turns to you opening his arms. 

You cuddle for a while, but you know neither of you will get decent sleep like this so eventually you sit up.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, barely awake.

“Go to sleep. I love you.” You lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips before climbing over the bench and laying down on the back seat. 

Little do you know, Dean listens and waits until you stop stirring before finally drifting off himself. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 15-18 author notes

Shall we sit back and go over the recent episodes together? C:

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

Any theme song enjoyers? I associate this song with this moment, and generally with Exarch’s longing and excitement that can’t be shown. “And in my usual voice, I say, there you are”.

Go away grandpa, you crashed an otherwise perfect party :’>

Had this followed the msq more closely, i.e. had Feo Ul not been the first to find Vivi, or had it happened in an environment more familiar to him, he might've asked Exarch if he's shy, or just ugly. Kinda like if you’re a bully in your school, you might still wanna keep a low profile in a new school.

Vivi treads lightly in a new world, at least tries to. He doesn't yet know how thick or thin is the ice under his feet.

Exarch doesn’t know about the tree since he was busy waiting for Vivi in the Ocular, having just finished the summoning spell, tense and giddy, hood up and all. Minutes passed, nothing happened, then Exarch started getting antsy and finally turned on his tv to find Vivi in Lakeland.

“Hey it could’ve been your spine” I hope is clear: as in Vivi could’ve landed on Lyna instead of the aforementioned tree, not a threat to snap her spine in a fight. He knows better than taunting random people.. Moreover, people stronger than him x’D

Artist achievement unlocked: managed to make a hooded person look expressive. IN THE BACK VIEW.

SPROUT?!

He’s more cute than he deserves to be here and you’ll perceive him.

Being at the end of the episode, “we’re friends, yes” is the first and only line almost nonchalantly tossed to Vivi! Exarch wanted to buy time and observe him, how he’s changed, how’s best to approach him now.

..And Vivi needs rest and new clothes, he spent AN ENTIRE DAY in one outfit. We've seen him around several people so far, and, while he's always genuine, he's the most himself with Exarch, even at this early stage.

But yeah, he’s jaded, regrets many choices in his life and wants his money back.

Vivi's tailored for this ship. Before I even knew that I wanted to write a comic of this size, I asked myself, what condition does he need to be in at the beginning of ShB for the chemistry to happen? The answer was, well, "terrible". I’ve got the juicy deets, but you’d have to be patient and keep an eye out for more flashbacks sprinkled in throughout the story.

What matters now is that, finally, both of them are sufficiently tired to start noticing something else than gremlins in each other.

Have fun living with the knowledge that there’s no face where it’s supposed to be :>

Exarch has a way with the fae: don't flinch, offer them something nice. He offers rest to Vivi without hesitation, as soon as he sees his emotionally battered state. And, oh, he’s still an archer, landing that perfect shot first try. This here is a genuine spark of interest, surprise and gratitude in Vivi’s eyes.

I went balls deep with the visual subtext here. Despite being shown up close, Vivi’s broody face takes on a secondary role as his mind literally closes in on Exarch in that moment, on the mystery man that’s suddenly so unlike the rest. Even if he’s yet another quest-giver, even if shit’s on fire, he allows Vivi to go? Rest? Have some time for himself???? Exarch is, or is about to become, his only light in the darkness :3c

Exarch’s stiff posture is also intended here. He must’ve rehearsed this scene sooooooooo many times, he was prepared for hostility, interrogation, tantrums, but this Warrior’s indifferent and just wants to leave?

Magical boy de-transformation! Headcanon time, two of them even.

Firstly, the Tower can register living presence in its vicinity, a passive ability which Exarch can casually tap into. Being aware of an entire city’s population is, mildly put, overwhelming, thus he’s learned to shrink the “radar” area down to his Ocular, or wherever he’s at the moment and whenever he actually needs it. He feels that Vivi’s indeed left, therefore he can safely remove the hood.

Secondly, the hood shadow’s magicked. The panel above demonstrates how it’d look naturally, if it were a normal shadow. But he casts a pitch black glamour that also extends to his hair.

Just a cool crystal flare that I feel like showing off :>

None of you would believe me now if I said this isn't a horny scene? Although this looks lewd, for someone who’d spent a century clinging to memories and tales the lingering scent is just another confirmation that all of this's real. He can't even touch the WoL (or so he thinks), the scent could be the most he ever gets. Bearing in mind the stress of the day, I genuinely don’t think that he’s in the mood here. But no worries, he’ll get plenty of horny opportunities later on :>

The subtle characterization in the way he opens a door to a supposedly empty, still unknown room.

An unironically normal reaction to the Light, and shadowbringing \o/

This. This goes into my personal collection of the best vivifaces I’ve drawn.

He’s quick to react to a threat (?) popping out of nowhere in a supposedly safe room.

GOMU GOMU NOOOOOOO-

I know the arm’s too long, but I like to incorporate some animation princliples :>

The Champion of Eorzea uses a stick to cure a 100 years old depression, ca. 2023, colorized.

Vivi didn't mean to pierce him, actually. While the space's more than enough for living, it's still cramped for fighting as a dragoon, and he simply misjudged the distance while spinning around and lunging at the source of that eerie voice. There’s also an ooc explanation: I couldn’t quite align all of this in one frame, and thought hey, Ardbert’s a ghost, it’s okay to pierce him!

Both are quick to handwave the fact, and let’s be honest, self-defense of that sort must be a mundane thing for a WoL.There’s more important stuff to discuss. Both are desperate to vent to someone they could trust. They may disagree on things, but generally they vibe pretty well with Ardbert.

A lil shoutout to @agent-jaselin​ for commenting this under the respective episode. I almost forgot to point it out while making this post. Vivi tries to see if he can relate to another WoL, if his struggles are valid, or if he’s overreacting to a typical hero life. Ardbert had a whole friend group adventuring alongside him, the Scions don’t measure up unfortunately, on top of that Vivi (emotionally) stays the fuck away from anyone post-ARR for their own protection (and his own if he ends up losing someone else), so it’s not quite the same experience for him.

One of the few redeeming qualities: Vivi keeps his word. This's gonna be relevant in like 2025 :'>

He baby, THAT’S his problem.

From pointing his spear at him to comfortably undressing and falling asleep in his vicinity. Ardbert's possibly the first man to be asked to stay and not get laid by Vivi :’>

While the Crystarium and its people seem nice, it’s still Vivi’s first day (one loooooong day since the beginning of chapter 2) in a brand new world, and Ardbert’s the only somewhat familiar person here. A ghost? Even better. The supernatural’s easier to deal with and is less likely to backstab you.

The sweet-voiced hooded guy says that it’s okay, that he’s safe here.... Yeah that on itself is a flag for our mr doubter. He’s grown reasonably paranoid since ARR, (almost) everything he does has a nice cynical-flavored logic to it.

While this’s a wolgraha comic, it’d be bland without support characters. Ardbert doesn’t play a massive role in this particular story, still you’ll keep seeing him here and there.

The next several episodes focus on the main two and Feo Ul, they’ll claw their way in even if they were left out x’D

[annieqattheperipheral]

Kyle. Hi. Wow. Ok. I'm sad. Wow gonna miss u hard.

Ok so the Brendan Shanahan media availability just ended. Wow, he revealed a fair bit and didn't hide that letting Kyle go was his decision and revealed when he changed his mind from fully working on extending his contract, to ok thank you but bye.

The timeline:

Off-season 2022: shanny tells dubas they're going to wait and see how the 22-23 season goes and then decide on whether or not to extend him. Kyle all cool beans super profesh

Season: goes well normal ups n downs. Owners & board & shanny are happy

Trade deadline 2023: shanny is very pleased and now there's not much else for GMs to do rn so tells dubas we want to extend you. Kyle all cool beans i want that too here's my agent's deets y'all figure it out keep me out of it while i focus on the end of season & playoffs

Friday May 12: Leafs nation crashes and burns out of the playoffs in round 2

Saturday day off

Sunday they all come in for team pictures and shanny & dubas chat and he tells dubas you did well this doesn't change anything we still want to extend you. also everyone will be talking to media tmr you don't have to i won't be. Kyle all cool beans but I'm gonna bc the players & coach have to and i should support them

Monday May 15 - Kyle Dubas speaks to media -> he did not confirm yes/no on whether he wanted to stay as GM, answers with this season was v hard on my family and i have to speak w them before i answer in any way at all

Shanny's brain goes all WTF. Yes we've talked extensively at every conversation about how hard this season has been on your family. But like did not expect that response to the media. So then shanny's all driving home that night thinking ok i have to think about the possibility of next season having a different GM

Tuesday - they don't chat

Wednesday - shanny goes to see dubas. They talk about his Monday media availability cuz shanny got questions cuz like wtf. They talk about pressure on family in this industry both as player and management. Kyle says his agent will contact him tmr and shanny all uhh ok but I'm like still so confused girl

Thursday - dubas agent sends shanny a new contract w different financial package expectations. Kyle emails shanny that night i wanna be ur GM boo🫶 but shanny already got the ick factor going and is so not into it anymore

Friday May 19/today - shanny drove to dubas office at ford performance centre and told him we will not be extending ur contract 😭😭😭

Brendan Shanahan speaks to media

If you've got the urge and u really love kyle highly encourage you watch/listen to both of their press conferences. Shanahan speaks highly of Dubas keeps it profesh there is none of the bad blood we heard about

Kyle is so awesome, open, emotional and possibly its the last time we'll hear from him for awhile since he's no longer with MLSE nor any other org. He said in his media that if he were to not be GM with leafs, in no way would we be seeing him signing with another team like next week. His answer didn't have anything to do w having other job offers.

My overall conclusion:

shanny no longer saw the 100% passion and want for the job anymore from dubas during his Monday press conference. And it's ok if that is how kyle is feeling bc he clearly needs to focus on family for a bit now after just a rollicking season & stressful as shit playoffs. Yes Kyle was in a vulnerable state so soon after playoffs elimination and probably shouldn't have been judged for his contract extension based off of that. But workplaces and jobs are like relationships where if the want to work isn't fully there anymore it is going to turn off your coworkers and boss, and his lack of confirmation of wanting to be GM to the press really drove home that he was still on the fence and iffy about going all in on the job despite the horrible 2nd round loss.

Wherever you go kyle, I'm following you, even if you go to one of my hated teams bc i know you'll fix the org & locker room culture like you did at the leafs💙💙💙

[lovetals]

to extend time

synopsis: their (somewhat) subtle ways of spending more time with you

characters: diluc, kaeya, jean, venti

deets: gn! reader, fluff

notes: was gonna add on albedo and rosaria but my brain decided to take a nap when i got to venti’s 😵‍💫 they’re all rather short, too, but hopefully i managed to capture enough fluff ^^

diluc

❀ nobody likes to do work, but for some reason you never felt that way when it came to diluc asking you for help at the tavern

❀ it might be because of how simple the tasks were, majority of them just putting stuff away in their proper places or helping him clean up when it’s late and the place is getting empty. you’ve noticed how he only asks you that when there isn’t as many people, something you greatly appreciated since it was uncomfortable to be surrounded by so many intoxicated people

❀ they’re rather simple tasks by itself, but they’re somehow easier with diluc. he takes notice of how you struggle with something and will immediately step in. don’t worry about that stain that you can’t seem to clean, just move on and let him handle it

❀ or maybe it was because of the time you got to spend with the redhead. sure, it was spent with you walking around and cleaning and stuff, but it was filled with moments that made the two of you laugh and grow excited the next time you were asked to help out

❀ you were sure diluc liked these moments as well, never before have you seen him smile so fondly until those nights

❀ as your back is turned towards the man while wiping down a table you don’t get to see the soft blush on his cheek as he stares at you much like a lover would. he lets out a sigh of content as he’s just so happy to be with you for a second longer

❀ if only time could stand still, he thinks

kaeya

❀ he doesn’t really do anything or ask anything of you, he just slides his way to you and is suddenly accompanying you throughout the day

❀ you’re getting food at good hunter? what a coincidence, he’s hungry, too! meals are best eaten together, wouldn’t you say?

❀ buying some flowers from flora? he’s there as well, saying he was helping the little girl with her commission to help preserve the flowers! shush, flora, don’t rat him out to his crush >:(

❀ simply walking around town? he could use a break!

❀ don’t bring up his job and remind him of whatever task jean gave him, he’ll drag you along to “keep the party going” as he says

❀ you don’t really realize how often you spend time with the cavalry captain until someone asks where he is when they don’t spot him at your side, remarking that’s it strange to not see the two of you together

❀ …was that why you felt so down today?

❀ you think that it’s just you that feels this way as you walk around town aimlessly with an obvious frown for practically the whole day until you spot kaeya walking down the bridge by the end of it

❀ he acts exactly like you—a frown on his face and sluggish movements, his shoulders slouched just slightly as he keeps his eyes down; an obvious contrast to his usual demeanor

❀ you don’t notice that you call out his name, a smile finally forming on your face

❀ his head snaps up and very quickly does his whole disposition change. his facial expression mirrors your own and he picks up his pace, eager to be at your side once again

❀ the joy in kaeya’s voice as he calls out your name makes you think he missed you just as much, if not, more

jean

❀ everyone needs to eat, it’s not something you can skip out on whenever you wish to. too many missed meals and soon you’ll find yourself collapsing to the floor due to the lack of nutrients. even the busiest of people can’t afford to let this happen so they schedule times to eat

❀ but it's not very fun to eat alone, so why not invite a friend to join you? or in jean's case, a crush?

❀ jean doesn’t eat her lunch while continuing work, she actually lets herself have a short break to be able to enjoy her meal. she takes this as an opportunity to relax and spend time with you, letting her mind and mouth run free. it's something that she doesn't even seem to notice doing

❀ the amount of relief she feels whenever you pop into her office is exhilarating; her shoulders ease up and she can lean back into her chair, nearly sliding off it from exhaustion. she thought she was just happy to be given a break but soon learns that it was you who gave her such a feeling (she found out when lisa came in and reminded her about her break instead of you and ate her lunch wondering why she felt so sad)

❀ sometimes, the mere mention of you is enough to spark life into her eyes after hours of work

❀ personally, jean prefers to eat inside her office rather than out in public with you. sure, the sunny weather and gentle breeze is nice to feel, but there was so much she wanted to do with you that she couldn’t bring herself to do in front of others

❀ she loved feeding you something from her dish (a move she learned from one of her favorite romance novels), but she could never do it in front of those that loved to gossip. imagine how much more stress that would cause for not only her, but for you as well

❀ though to have a day out with you somewhere outside would be something she hopes to do one day. she’s found a private spot, she’s bought a picnic basket, all she needs to do now is to find the courage to ask you

venti

❀ there’s always a reason to celebrate according to the bard

❀ he earned more mora by performing in front of a crowd than yesterday? obviously this calls for a feast!

❀ last night, he managed to stay for 10 minutes in diluc’s bar before getting kicked out, so why not get a drink to commemorate this! …and to try to set a new record, ehe~

❀ everyday venti seeks you out, asking you to join him for this “momentous occasion!” but never seems to want a crowd to follow along. in fact, he gets all pouty when someone else joins in on the fun, wanting this moment to be spent with you alone

❀ it’s sometimes why the two of you like to hangout on the hands of the statue in front of the church; nobody is able to interfere on your “celebration”

❀ venti doesn’t limit himself to only spend time together at night, oh, no. he’s creative enough to find ways to spend out in the warm sun with you (alone, preferably)

❀ as rowdy as he may get during the night this personality of his doesn’t carry over to the mornings. instead, he acts much more calm and finds something more relaxing to do

❀ it’s become common to find yourself spending the day by resting on the bard’s lap as he plays a song on his lyre as his way of celebrating at the fact that he’s finally grown closer to the one he loves

[kmze]

Finally decided to do a TVD rewatch now that the 'verse is complete. Since I know how everything ends I thought it would be interesting to see how I react with that knowledge. Curious if my feelings might change about characters, ships, storylines etc. (obviously I am fully aware there's going some bias).

Adding my thoughts after I complete the half-way mark of each season (there is simply too many episodes to do a recap of each one). I am talking to the void mostly here but feel free to leave comments, thoughts on my posts for those who still follow me or just find this post. However, I am not here to argue, I simply DO NOT CARE whatever you think is right totally, please leave me alone.

Recaps tagged with k rewatches tvd

S1 Episodes 1-11

I am loving the dark atmosphere of the first season, feeling so much nostalgia! Nice to go back in time to when vampires were scary on this show. That's not really criticism because every supernatural show goes through this. The big bad must always be upped as it goes on but it was nice when the stakes were lower and the mythos was being developed.

Damon makes me feel so uncomfortable so far... I know he was the 'villian' for most of the beginning of the season but his treatment of Vicki and Caroline is just so predatory and gross. Which brings me to...

WHY HAS NO ONE GIVEN CAROLINE A GOD DAMN VERVAIN NECKLACE ALREADY!!! Stefan and Elena both know Damon was using her (and they know damn well he hasn't stopped). Her Mom has the vervain to give her and just has not for no reason!! GET AWAY FROM HER ALREADY! I got so mad when Damon was compelling her AGAIN in the 10th episode. I'm so glad she outlives them all, justice for my baby!

I'm sorry but Stefan is so creepy and self-righteous in the beginning, I remembered this but did not remember how bad it was. Also he did not need to kill Vicki, that pissed me off. I don't think it did as much when I first watch this (mind you that was literally 14+ years ago) but just knowing how freely everyone neck-snaps around here it was bullshit. His one cool moment remains when he told Logan he can't walk in the sun. The manipulative way he used Elena’s adoption to get her to forgive him had me rolling my eyes (then of course she used it against Jenna to get out of trouble lol).

I can't remember who the other vampire is who turned Logan, I'm thinking its Pearl's henchman but yeah I don't remember that part. I also didn't remember the crystal so I like that some of this is like a 'mystery' again.

I did remember that I thought Tyler was such a dick in the first season and yeah confirmed. Though now I remembered his Dad was an abusive piece of shit. Still, fuck Tyler for now.

Alaric looks so different I don't hate him (yet).

I still hate Matt #bias

The progression of Bonnie realizing her powers has been well done, again nice to just see the simple magic again. (Stefan totally wanted to bang Sheila back in the day... maybe they did)

Jeremy just met Anna and I still love them, I wish they got more time. They were the only 'ship I like in this season when it first aired.

The Bonnie, Elena and Caroline friendship is nice but I am annoyed they haven't done more to protect Caro from Damon. Especially when she doesn't know what's going on and they do (though Bonnie only just got all the deets). This might be magnified by my love of Caroline I admit but I hate the prop-y way she's being used so far.

I kinda rolled my eyes at the whole Katherine/Damon/Stefan stuff before Elena knew they were vamps because OMG Stefan is 17(!!!) Does no one thinks it's weird he's like "it was a long time ago" A LONG TIME AGO LIKE WHEN YOU WERE 12?! They should have made him at least 20, just bothers me.

I liked that not every vampire had a daylight ring and it was more of a novelty. That is something that could have stuck more in the later seasons.

Lines that made me laugh:

Caroline: Yeah, Elena wasn't so lucky today. It's only because you missed summer camp. God, I don't know how you're ever going to learn the routines. (Bonnie offers to help her) I guess we can put her in the back. (all right in front of Elena lmao oh Caroline never change)

Caroline: So, Elena...how long do you think this fight with Stefan's gonna last? Is it...like a permanent thing? (eyes on the prize baby! lol)

Stefan: (imitating Damon) Now that the secret society of vampire haters is off our back, I can go back to my routine of how can I destroy Stefan’s life this week. (never gets old!)

Damon: *shoots Logan with wooden bullets* Payback's a bitch, isn't it? (all in the delivery here lmao kudos to Ian)

[emetkoto]

I haven't played bg3 so I'd love to hear how astarion's views of koto change throughout the story pls <3 like is he immediately attracted or what. and what about koto's feelings and how they change. gimmie the deets.

Honestly, Astarion sums up his part pretty well in his confession dialogue!

and then hilariously another tidbit from his final romance scene literally right before he tells you he loves you and you have sex on his grave (ignore old k'oto i havent gotten there on new k'oto yet and also the different outfits these are from two different play sessions)

basically tldr. astarion didnt really care for k'oto at all at first, it was all just manipulation in order to get him to trust him so he would keep him around and protect him since he was terrified of his master finding him (he's a vampire spawn and the only reason he has his free will up until we kill his master is because of the mind flayer parasites all the characters have, he only got away when the mind flayers kidnapped him and has been paranoid about being found since, rightfully so since we come across a monster hunter sent after him early on) so it was all just. seduction and charming! he was really kinda annoyed by k'otos whole 'good guy' thing, like 'ohhhh wow youre a hero. what good are you. nobody ever helped me or saved me. where were you when i needed you.' (obviously completely unfair, k'oto is only 28 and he was turned 200 years ago) and kind of a little bit afraid of him? sure he's shorter than him but he's also way stronger physically and has fangs and claws and strange beastly habits that really just kinda put him off for a while bc yknow. fangs hurt him once. sure this guy seems harmless but he knows better than to trust!!!

except he doesnt. because k'oto was completely unexpected in every way. he's kind and funny and genuine in a way astarion had completely forgotten was possible. he loved him so completely and so honestly the whole time. even when he told him sweet lies and was just so obviously using him he just. kept loving him!!! (k'oto voice) its not real now but someday it might be, and ill still be here when it is. when hes ready to love me back. <--------shit like That!!! the icing on the cake was coming to realize that he and k'oto had. a LOT more in common than he wouldve ever thought. particularly when it came to matters of sex and how they had trouble viewing their bodies as their own due to their circumstances and how it all made it difficult for them to say 'no' to things out of fear/obligation…the very last thing he ever expected from this dumbass catboy was to see himself 100-something years younger in him…..he just. was exactly what astarion needed…uegh!!!

k'oto was pretty much head over heels from the beginning despite the red flags. he was far from home and work where nobody would even think to offer him money for his time and would just spend it with him because they genuinely wanted to for nothing more in exchange than just their own time and company so even if he was being blatantly manipulated it was still the realest shit he'd experienced in years from probably the most attractive guy he'd ever met upto that point so it was a recipe for some good ol fashion love at first sight…or i guess. love at first knifepoint.

maybe a bit of confusion at first bc he'd never been in love before so there was probs a brief period of 'am i in love or is this just lust' until after he slept with him the first time and it didn't go away and in fact only got stronger and he was like 'ok yeah im in love actually!!!!'

sorry this is completely incoherent i love them so fucking much it makes me sick to my stomach and also im so very tired

[ssreeder]

Ok ok so the SWT is gonna want all the deets about Sokka's life changing field trip with Zuko, which is a conversation (a lot of conversations) I'm so excited for. Sokka's tangents, Zuko's general personality, the horrific details that either make them both shut down or are glossed over casually. Just *chef's kiss* these are what give me joy to think about because the angst!! The drama!! The feels!!

But anyway, ANYWAY, important desire of my soul that has been on my mind for [redacted timeframe that shows how unhealthy my attachment to this fic is] is can Sokka please please please namedrop "prison pals" when he talks about his and Zuko team up? Like, just pepper that phrase throughout his sorrid tale to the confusion of the SWT and Zuko's eternal displeasure and I will die a happy human after screaming a lot.

Sokka: our friendship started as most do, with us plotting to escape while washing dishes and ending with brutally murdering the prison warden. It was a great bonding experience. And we did it as a team. As pals.

Zuko: no, don't say it.

Sokka *gleefully*: as prison pals!

Zuko: I hate you.

I’m super excited to write more conversation between Sokka & the SWT… he just needs to chill out a bit before that can happen lol.

Idk if anything will change with Zuko’s award winning personality but maybe when he doesn’t burn anyone or light anything on fire people will begin to trust him…? Maybe? We can only hope lol.

PRISON PALS NAME DROP….. Yes. YES. yes.

It needs to happen… I might have a little something cooked up dealing with that but the way you casually dropped that dialogue has me grinning.

I can’t wait for the boys to get some alone time so they can get cozy & playfully tease one another again…

Hopefully I let that happen lol.

:D

[theloveinc]

I don't know if I've asked this before, but if you were in MHA, what would you want your quirk to be? If you want a quirk that is lol Are you a Pro? A civilian? Somewhere in between? A villain?! 👀 Gimme the juicy deets on the MHA Catie

Also hi! Sorry I've been MIA - just wrapped up in work and stuff.

🐞

trying not to start by yelling your name AWW, don't apologize for being busy!! just the other day i was wondering where you were, but as long as you're okay + taking care of yourself + doing what you need to do, i'm happy☺️ also, i've been even more shit at answering asks lately so it's probs been for the best

AND you're always so sweet for asking about me! i honestly don't deserve that kindness cuz i wanna be here for you and Y'ALL!!! but i appreciate the thought sooooooooooooo, SO much.

i have to admit, tho... i usually imagine myself as a civilian of some sort, mostly bc i'm currently pretty useless in my real life LOOL. i like to think i have some sort of cool, telekinesis quirk bc my dad is a tradesman who is literally descended from a clan (naruto vibes) ... but since i've never been much of doing-sports person, and have never felt that heroic, it's probs pretty underdeveloped.

one thing i envision a lot, however, is like... having run in w/ (a) villain(s) where i somehow end up telling them exactly how society has failed them and led them to the point that their at, bc a lot of my school revolves around childhood education asjdkffsdakjf so it's just constantly on my mind (also i'm sorry but aizawa's pedagogy sucks and i yell at him about it too. it's a good thing he teaches heros bc i wouldn't hire him for anything else) ... but that's just to say i think i have a few shining star moments that get me noticed somehow LMAOOOO.

that's kinda all separate and general tho, cuz it really changes + depends on what a scenario requires of me! but this is what i lean on when i'm free to think whatever!

bUT NOW tell me about you?? do you think we'd meet somehow in this world??? i love u lots and lots, ladybug<333

[eruden-writes]

Slow Burn - Part 8 - (Endeavor x OC)

WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR CURRENT CANON STORY. TITLE SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

Months have passed since the war. The heroes won, but there’s still rebuilding efforts to be completed. And not just buildings and cities.

Maemi Ono is one therapist, among many from her US-based agency, who is chosen to treat Class 2-A (previously Class 1-A) as a group and Dabi, of the former League of Villains, individually. However, with the war still fresh in his head and suspicions high, Endeavor isn’t so sure Miss Ono’s intentions are entirely as good as they seem.

When Maemi’s past rears its head, will it prove Endeavor correct? Or will it pull Maemi further into Endeavor’s orbit?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 (coming soon)

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Part 8: Not a Big Deal

A new day, new opportunities! At least, that was the attitude Maemi Ono was attempting to channel after a weekend full of infuriating calls about The Kiss. It was mostly gossip rags or online bloggers who reached out for further deets. She had ignored them all and hoped those in her life would do the same. Especially after the press conference Endeavor put on, explaining the circumstance.

Though, she still wasn’t sure how Dabi was taking the news. He wasn’t returning her e-mails. Maemi worried he’d take it poorly and consider it a betrayal of their own patient-therapist relationship. Honestly, the worst fall out she expected was from him. It’d take a long time to claw back into his good graces, if Dabi felt hurt or used.

“I’m surprised you showed up today.”

Maemi blinked, drawn from her conflicted thoughts over how to handle Dabi as she glanced toward the source of the voice. Aizawa stood outside Class 2-A’s door, hands shoved into his pockets as he stared at her. She shot him a confused smile. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

He leveled a silent look at her, as if to say ‘you know why.’ Mild waves of exasperation and concern rippled from him. Nothing excessive, but what Maemi had come to expect from the quiet colleague. 

“It’s old news by now.” She waved her hand with a chuckle, trying to retain a sense of nonchalance. She hoped it’d be old news by now, but she had gotten a call from a reporter just before the school day started. Or so she assumed. By the time she got to her phone, Unknown Number had rung out and hadn’t bothered to leave a message. 

“Whatever you say,” Aizawa replied with a shrug as he turned toward the teacher’s lounge. As he walked away, he added over his shoulder, “Call if you need help.” 

Maemi watched Aizawa for a few moments, a small dread building in her chest. Generally, if something wasn’t a huge deal, the man wouldn’t even say a word. But their short interaction had a newfound uncertainty sprouting in her. As Aizawa turned the corner of the hall, Maemi turned toward the door to the classroom, steeling herself with a deep breath. 

Swallowing down her worries - what’s the worst a class of teenagers can do? Ha ha ha… - Maemi pushed open the door and scavenged up a cheerful, “Good morning, everyone!” 

She was met with a wave of curiosity and a momentary tense silence as the students all quieted at her arrival. All across the classroom, there were pockets of students, sitting in similar emotional puddles. Some were huddled over phones, others - namely the ones being solitary - looked annoyed or put out.

“Hey, Miss Maemi,” Uraraka awkwardly laughed, giving a stiff wave. A few others joined in, to varying degrees of vigor, while the rest remained quiet. Maemi could feel their questions weighing on their minds. Not discussing the situation wasn’t going to help any of them like this.

“Alright, I’ll level with you all, but first…” Maemi set her bag down on the podium at the front of the class, before turning to a particular student, “Do you want to step out, Todoroki?” 

The young man gave a shrug, his expression impassive. “No, my father already explained what happened.”

“Okay.” Tension eased in Maemi’s shoulders at his answer. At least he seemed to be taking things sensibly. Turning her attention to Shoto’s classmates, she raised her eyebrows, “And I’m guessing the rest of you heard the explanation?” 

It didn’t surprise her when Mineta was the one who spoke up, with a snort and a roll of his eyes. “The weak-ass excuse, yeah.”

“Like, seriously, do you expect us to believe he kissed you to find the Floral Perv and not just ‘cause he lost control?” Mina’s addition, however, surprised Maemi and she turned to the pink girl. She hadn’t considered her to be critical of Endeavor, but Mina did have good sense to be critical of the situation, Maemi supposed. 

“Does he seem like the sort to lose control easily?” Maemi challenged, inclining her head in a thoughtful way. Only silence answered her. She looked out over the class, some tension easing from her shoulders. “I’ll grant you, it was a highly strange situation, but-” 

A knock interrupted her, followed by a secretary popping their head into the class. “Miss Ono, there’s a parent here to see the class.”

“I didn’t-” She didn’t have a chance to finish her confused reply as the damned devil himself walked through the door. Her body stiffened as Endeavor stepped over the threshold, looking as dour as he ever did. She couldn’t stop her exclamation, “What are you doing here?!” 

Little bubbles of amusement wafted up from the students. It was enough to make Maemi shrivel inside a little, especially as heat renewed on her cheeks.

“Shoto texted me,” Endeavor answered, holding up his cell phone as if it were evidence enough. He was clearly oblivious to the mischief rising from the teenagers.

Maemi wheeled her attention to the offending young man, eyebrows raised in a silent question.

“Oh, I texted him when the others didn’t believe me.” Completely unfazed and not seeming to register the growing alarm in Miss Ono, Shoto once more shrugged. “I wasn’t sure he’d be able to come.”

It took Maemi a breath to steel herself, to get her thrumming heart under control. Once she did, she turned to Endeavor, a practiced smile bolted into place on her lips. “I have this under control, Mr. Todoroki. You may go.” 

“I came all the way here.” When Endeavor’s eyebrows ticked lower, Maemi wanted to groan. Of course, he wouldn’t just leave. Not after his youngest child specifically requested his presence. 

“It’s about the other day.” Maemi struggled to maintain her professional smile. Especially as heat continued to rise in her cheeks. The amusement from the students piqued higher with her words. “The incident regarding the pollen.” 

“Oh,” Endeavor replied, flatly. His eyebrows lowered into a deeper ‘v’, not quite understanding what the problem was. Maemi wanted to smack him for his obliviousness. He couldn’t be that unaware what a group of teenagers thought of him kissing her. “What about it?” 

Or maybe he was that unaware.

Accepting the fact the universe had it out for her, Maemi gave a resigned sigh as she explained, “It seems the class believes you really did lose control under the Floral Perv’s influence.” 

“I did not.” To Endeavor’s benefit, he didn’t appear ruffled or defensive while answering. Simply straightforward and self-assured. Which agitated some part of Maemi, for some indescribable reason. “It was just good luck that Miss Ono was in the vicinity to lend assistance.” 

Self-assuredness was nothing in the face of teenagers, though.

“Yeah right,” Kaminari gave a disbelieving grin as he held up his phone, on which a video played. He pointed to it theatrically. “Then what was with Miss Maemi going in for seconds?” 

At that, Endeavor turned his attention to Miss Ono. He couldn’t answer for her, she knew, but her skin crawled as the students’ followed his lead. 

“I sensed a mean sort of delight from someone else when Endeavor kissed me, so I was testing something out. That mean delight turned to surprise and disgust when I reciprocated.” Maemi explained, trying to sound as professional as possible as she covered her face with one of her hands. She had only gotten a glimpse of the clip that Kaminari held up, but it was enough to make her blush intensify. Their growing amusement grated along her nerves. As her hands dropped, she gazed at the class with a hard look in her eye, “Kisses are a big deal to people inexperienced, but to adults kisses don’t hold as much weight.”  

The students shifted under Maemi’s eye. Not only had her voice gotten a bit harsher than it ever had in the past, but she went so far as to target their own lack of life experience, namely in the romantic field. Though, Maemi felt a little bad for wording herself as she had. Kissing wasn’t exactly meaningless to many adults, but it did lose the same sense of importance as you got older. At least it had to her. Maybe that was just her, though. 

She was faintly wondering if that was the case as she felt Endeavor’s eyes flicker to her. It was a calculating expression, she knew without looking. She could taste his mild curiosity and skepticism. 

“I don’t say that to be mean, but to highlight how experiences are relative,” she further explained, trying to soften the edge in her voice while ignoring Endeavor’s eye. “The situation was absurd and odd, but it doesn’t mean anything has or will develop between us. It just something that happened” 

Maemi ended the little lecture with a helpless shrug. 

As she finished, a litany of emotions bloomed up from the students. Dissatisfaction at the answers. Validation at the fact nothing was going on. Annoyance at the interruptions. Frustration, relief, awkwardness, guilt, and more bitter-tasting feelings.  

It wasn’t exactly the positive sort of emotions Maemi had wanted to ride along this day. Another sigh reared up from her lips and, after pinching the bridge of her nose, she turned toward the door. “I think we just need a break. I’m going to step out for a moment.”

Before anyone could issue further questions, Maemi ducked out of the door and into the hallway. She crossed quickly to the large window, pressing her forehead against it. The cool glass managed to cut through the heat of her embarrassment, offering a little bit of reprieve. Well, until Endeavor also stepped from the classroom and, instead of leaving like a sensible person, chose to approach her once more. 

He stood silently beside her, the weight of his eyes making her skin itch. Eventually, she heaved yet another sigh and pushed away from the window, casting an annoyed look up at the pro-hero.

“So, kisses aren’t a big deal to you?” 

The blush she had worked so hard to drain came back with a vengeance. Of all the things she expected Endeavor to say, that had not been one of them. His curiosity as he poised the question made her stomach lurch with a series of emotions she couldn’t quite put a name to. Or just didn’t want to.

Bracing herself against whatever emotional onslaught she was heading toward, Maemi’s shoulders hunched as her hands balled into fists. “Why are you starting on that now?” 

Endeavor gave a shrug of his massive shoulders. “You’re the one who brought up kissing on the Ferris wheel.”

“I told you, it’s because those scenarios matter to them.” Maemi’s hand flicked toward the closed classroom door, beyond which the students were undoubtedly gossiping. Curiosity had flared from them when Endeavor stepped out. She could only imagine what was being said now. Hell, a number of the students in that room had Quirks designed for eavesdropping. Knowing that, Maemi’s voice pitched a little lower as she pointedly added, “It wasn’t an invitation to you.” 

Endeavor made a sound, caught between disbelief and affirmation. Though his face remained as impassive as ever, Maemi thought she caught a very tiny beat of amusement. Very tiny. Which didn’t ease her own bristling feelings.

Maemi leveled an unamused look at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t you have some heroing to do elsewhere?” 

Another shrug as he moved to lean back against a section of wall between two windows. He, too, crossed his arms. “It’s slow today.” 

“Just my luck,” Maemi replied dryly, her eyes narrowing on him. He didn’t seem to notice or care. Averting her gaze, she tried to once more calm herself. She was bristling like an angry cat. 

Heading back into the classroom, while still annoyed or flustered, wasn’t going to help the optics of the situation. Even if there was absolutely nothing going on between herself and Endeavor, teenagers latched onto strange emotional vibrations. 

And strange emotional vibrations was definitely a pattern being established between herself and Mr. Todoroki, Maemi realized.

“I… apologize for any ancillary problems I’ve caused for you.” Another statement Maemi didn’t expect to hear from him. She tilted her eyes toward him, but Endeavor simply leered off into a distance as he continued, “Despite my agency’s best effort, I am sure reporters have found your information and interviews have been requested of you. They are relentless. Much like teenagers.”

At that, Maemi gave an amused scoff. Well, he wasn’t wrong, she relented to herself. Endeavor seemed unsure if his apology would be accepted, which softened her frustrations over this whole situation.

“It is what it is,” she finally said, after musing over his uncertainty. The man seemed genuine in his apology and he was acknowledging what an inconvenience their last meeting had garnered her. Not that she truly minded. With her connections to Dabi and UA, requests for interviews ebbed and flowed for her, all the time. And, when she wasn’t being pummeled by teenage emotions and curiosity, Maemi didn’t even mind the fact they had kissed. “I can handle it just fine on my own. Your appearance threw me for a loop.”

“I seem to do that to you.” He sideeyed her and, though there was no hint of amusement to betray his words, she caught something in his emotions. A cautious testing, like curiously toeing at something unidentifiable. 

Between his apology and the hedging emotions, the tension in Maemi’s shoulders eased a little further. The exact way to handle this situation was lost on both of them. Which made her feel less flustered. Although, Maemi would later regret just how lax her words became. “Well, considering the last time we met face-to-face, you accosted me with your mouth-” 

“The last time we were face-to-face was in my office,” Endeavor said as he shoved off the wall, closing the distance between himself and Maemi. He moved close enough for her to notice the heat coming off his body. Inclining his head toward her, Endeavor’s words took on a pointed meaning, “Where, need I remind you, I did not accost you.” 

Maemi quietly stared up at him, her eyes narrowing as she gauged his emotions. Anger and defensiveness was nowhere to be seen. There was an intent, though. Maybe a bead of frustration, but she didn’t think it was directed at her. And that tepid curiosity, like he was too afraid to let it fully take root. 

“True, by the strictest of definitions,” she admitted, with a wry smile. If they were counting the literal last time they were in each other’s presence, he wasn’t wrong. Nothing had happened. Of course, there had been a moment - a chance - where that may not have been true. Maemi was more than certain Endeavor hadn’t forgotten, either.

A sudden chime interrupted the strange tension mounting between them. Maemi watched as Endeavor dug a phone from his pocket, eyeing it with a critical look. “Your luck has changed. Bank robbery.” 

She gave a nod, rolling her eyes at his little callback. As Endeavor moved behind her, heading toward the exit, she lightly said, “Be safe out there.” 

He simply grunted something in return, continuing on his way down the hall and not bothering to turn back. Maemi caught the abrupt pulse of contentment her word sent through him, though. She watched him go from the corner of her eye. 

Likely, he was only put at ease due to concern for his family. If Maemi held any sort of resentment, Endeavor would probably worry about retaliation. Not that she would do that, but trauma and paranoia often haunted pro-heroes. Especially those who had their transgressions put on public display. 

Inhaling deeply, Maemi stared out the window once more and leveled out her own emotions. She was working with teenagers. Of course, she’d find the kiss embarrassing when speaking to them. Their own delight or annoyance or bashfulness would always color her immediate feelings. Especially when Endeavor arrived, adding more mortification to the mix. 

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to do her best for the Todoroki family or Class 2. Nodding to herself, Maemi finally found the resolve to return to the classroom. 

As she said, kisses didn’t mean much to people with experience. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be heart-pounding or bring on a fluster, but it did mean Maemi Ono could continue working with Endeavor in a sensible, professional way.

At least, that’s what she tried to convince herself as she stepped back into the crosshairs of her students.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Catching Up and Reflecting

Sabrina finally has some free time to meet up with their gal pals at Nyla's apartment. Nyla's toddler son, Roddy, plays on the couch by himself. First on the agenda: Telling the girls all the drama that's happened in Sabrina's life as of late.

Sabrina: ...and he just expected me to drop everything and move forward, but I just couldn't. I thought we had something special, but seeing he had an obsessive ex, I wasn't ready to deal with that. I wasn't going to fight for him.

Lakshmi: Wow, maybe you dodged a bullet though.

Nyla: I agree. No-baggage relationships are always better. But I'm sure with your track record Beau has been in the farthest corners of your mind collecting dust.

Sabrina chuckles, a sly smirk forming on their lips.

Sabrina: Oh dear friend, you know me too well.

Lakshmi: Oooooooh, spill the deets!

Sabrina: Well remember that guy I met at the dorms one time? Marquise? We went on a date.

Lakshmi: Really? How'd it go?

Sabrina: We had a good time. A very good time.

Nyla and Lakshmi: OOOOOOOHHH!

They all laugh.

Nyla: Wait, are you still seeing Alton?

Sabrina: Casually, yes. You know how our relationship is.

Nyla: You haven't caught feelings for him, have you?

Sabrina initially feels confident to say no without a doubt, but a moment of pause causes them to falter just the slightest. They recall their rebound night after the Beau drama. The lingering embraces, kisses, gazes... what did they actually feel about Alton? Did Alton feel strongly about them?

Nyla: Hello? Sixam to Sabrina?

Sabrina comes back from her thoughts, shaking off the doubt.

Sabrina: Nah, we're just casual. Friends.

Lakshmi: Are you sure there's nothing there? I mean, if there is it could be hindering you from finding love somewhere else.

Sabrina: Alton and I have known each other for so long. We agreed from the beginning what this was.

Nyla: But Sabrina, things can change. Lakshmi's right.

Sabrina: It's nothing, really. I'm just focused on myself right now. Having fun. Whether that's Alton, Marquise, or someone else.

Sabrina: But enough about my drama, catch me up on your lives girls!

The trio chat happily for hours, enjoying their first meet-up since their early college days. It's hard to believe so much time has already passed. Before they know it, it's getting dark. Nyla walks Sabrina out.

Sabrina: You know, I think we all really needed this. Life is so crazy now, but I'm glad we have each other.

Nyla: We've been through a lot, huh?

Sabrina pulls Nyla in for a hug.

Sabrina: Thanks for hosting us. Hopefully, we can do this again soon.

Nyla: Countin' down the days, Bina.

Meanwhile, Sigrid stands admiring the hard work she and Robin have been putting into a nursery for the twins. She takes a seat in the rocking chair, finding herself imagining what her life will look like in a matter of days. Eventually, Robin joins her as well, sitting on the free ottoman.

They sit in comfortable silence for a moment before Robin speaks.

Robin: Hard to believe, huh? Soon, these cribs will have our two little babies in them.

Sigrid: Yeah. It's feeling really real nowadays.

Robin: How are you feeling about it all?

Sigrid: Part of me is still really nervous, but I know we'll be okay. We have each other, and Sabrina and Aunt Scarlett. I'm sure your sister will find any excuse to come over and see them too.

Robin: It's been quite a while since there was a little one in the legacy house. Last one was Colt, and he wasn't here long before Anya took him to Haru to raise. Now, it's my turn.

Sigrid: Our turn. And it'll be a largely different experience. Something about this feels extra special, like something new that's never happened before will happen.

Robin: I know what you mean. Well, either way, I'm glad to be doing this with you.

Sigrid: You already know how I feel about you.

Robin smiles warmly.

Robin: I sure do.

[kieuecaprie]

KieueCaprie's 2022 Games Complete List #6 (26-30)

#26: Frogun (PC)

Started 🚩: 3/8/22 Finished 🏁: 6/8/22

When I initially played this game, it was at launch. Ever since then, there has been changes to how certain mechanics work such as turning in mid-air, checkpointing, and rival races. I've had no such luxury and me, being the masochist that I am, pushed through the game's batshit insane difficulty spikes and finished it.

It's a cute game, I love the whole aesthetic and I really think it's a fun game but the difficulty towards lategame really put me off even when I stopped chasing after the end of level rewards and just focused on completing the levels.

It probably plays a lot better now but now that I'm done, I can't really check but I'd still recommend it anyway.

#27: Cult of the Lamb (PC)

Started 🚩: 11/8/22 Finished 🏁: 14/8/22

I really liked this game, even though I played at launch where it was riddled with bugs (such as the tier 3 lockout, which got fixed, the game sometimes soft-locking for no good reason, to name a few) but I still managed to push through and complete the game. I adored setting up my little cult village and running the cult as benevolently as I could, even when the game kept pushing me to sacrifice someone.

No joke, I had a questline where someone wanted me to prank another person and then later on they were like, "You know what would be funny? If you killed them! Ha ha ha, can you imagne the look on their face when you stab them just like the impostor from Among Us ha ha ha"

Needless to say, I refused the quest but that's okay because I got the faith back almost immediately.

#28: Fashion Police Squad (PC)

Started 🚩: 15/8/22 Finished 🏁: 15/8/22

Another FPS game that actually has a pretty neat weapon switching mechanic where you have to change weapons to suit your needs at the time, you can't use the needle and thread on someone wearing drab grey clothes and you can't apply color to someone wearing oversized suits!

There were times when the game felt off in difficulty and the grappling felt good at first but then kind of felt off when they updated it. I dunno if they've made any additional changes since then.

However, without spoiling much, I love how over-the-top this game gets and it's definitely worth a look if it sounds like your thing.

#29: Putt-Putt Saves the Zoo (PC)

Started 🚩: 19/8/22 Finished 🏁: 19/8/22

I initially didn't want to include it in my list because I just wanted to try and play Putt Putt on my Steam Deck, but I included it anyway because I went to the effort of finishing it and this list IS of games I've completed in 2022 so...

It's Putt Putt. It's a good Humongous Entertainment game. What's more to say about this?

Also, check out how badly my Steam Deck struggles to maintain those frames ohhhh nooooooo.

#30: Splatoon 3 (Switch)

Started 🚩: 9/9/22 Finished 🏁: 9/9/22

Yep. When this game first came out, I rushed through the story before the internet could spoil me on the deets, and I do not regret doing so. I loved the characters, Deep Cut are an amazing trio and I would die for Little Buddy.

On the multiplayer side of things, though, I feel like Splatoon 3 is two steps forward and three steps back in that regard. We finally have a lobby system and the training room is no longer locked to Sheldon's shop, which is good! But I'm not a fan of the FOMO system and I'm not really a fan of the drip feed that we've been put on. Maybe the Season 2 update will change my mind once I get my hands on it but I don't like having to wait a whole season just to get a major balance patch, especially on Tenta Missiles, which shouldn't have come back to begin with and I will leave it at that because I'm not about to go off on a tirade about how bullshit and broken it is.

[cobaltfluff]

ADAM EXCUSE YOU WHAT THE HELL MAN GET OUT YOUR BOXING GLOVES AND MEET ME IN THE RING

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin. 

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower. 

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe. 

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly. 

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.