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aftgficrec · 7 months
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Hi omg so excited it's open!!! This blog is the best, I love all the recs you give
I've been trying to find this fic I read a while ago that I remember really well but can't find anywhere. Content warnings: suicidal ideation for the whole plot summary
So Andrew is living with Nicky and Aaron and joins a suicide pact website and ends up pairing up with Neil who is living with wymack in this fic. After making this pact Andrew ends up changing his find because his relationships with Aaron and Nicky improve (aaron notices he's been down and I'm pretty sure there's a scene where Nicky finds out Andrew is gay and takes it well). The fic has a happy ending overall and Andrew is able to prevent Neil's attempt.
Thank you so much <3
Thank you for prefacing your ask with the content warning, anon. This story has high school-aged Andrew and Neil as two lost souls nearly consumed by their trauma who find hope again. Please read with care. -A
24 Floors by bazerella [Rated M, 9691 Words, Complete, 2021]
It wasn’t necessarily that Andrew thought he wasn’t going to go through with it in the end, it was more so in the back of his mind that this was his last feeble attempt at not being alone. - Andrew and Neil meet on a website used by people to find themselves a suicide pact partner. As Andrew fights his own battle inside of his head, and their pact date gets closer, Andrew struggles with his decision. He justifies his decision as being what's best for his family, but somewhere along the way he realizes that perhaps he deserves what's best too.
tw: suicide attempt, tw: suicide ideation, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: depression, tw: self hatred, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder 
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lovegrowsart · 1 month
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it's pretty wild to me that people don't see that aang running off to save katara in CoD is his luke in empire strikes back moment, where he runs headlong into his want and attachment and he's narratively punished for doing so and not learning his lesson - aang runs after katara despite guru pathik's warning, like luke runs after leia and han from yoda on dagobah despite yoda's warning; similarly, as a result, things go to hell in ba sing se like they do on bespin - aang enters the avatar state before he's ready and gets killed, and ba sing se falls to the fire nation, luke fights vader before he's ready, loses a hand, and symbolically commits suicide after vader tells him he's luke's father.
the difference between their character arcs is that george lucas and co. actually went thru with luke's hero's journey and understood the fundamental difference between attachment and love, whereas I don't think bryke understood this difference and then dropped this from aang's arc pretty much completely and replaced it with aang digging in his heels into his want and attachment and he gets rewarded with energy bending from a lion turtle, the avatar state from a random pointy rock, and his forever girl from the self-indulgent white men that couldn't bring themselves to give their hero a compelling character arc that meant he might not have gotten everything he wanted at the end.
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willowser · 7 months
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bakugou hesitates beneath the dim light of the station lamp.
you notice it at the last moment, half-turned from him already. red riot is waiting at the end of the sidewalk, far back behind him, a fuzzy, red little blip in the distance; before, he at least tried to act like he was interested in something on his phone, though now that he is safely out of reach of his partner's searing glare, his attention is all yours.
it feels like permission, for something. whatever it is has your heart growing in your chest, beating almost painfully.
in one quick flash of movement, bakugou pushes a rough hand up his face, dragging his mask along with his fingers until it's free. there, it dangles a bit limply as he stares down at it, picking at a loose string. he's fussed his hair up a little, but you don't think he knows and it's too cute to call attention to.
by now, he should be half-way back to kirishima, back to patrol. back to the city.
"think y'can manage not to die if i catch up with shitty hair?"
you had hummed coyly, silly and light beneath his severe stare. the darkness of his mask bleeds into his eyes, making them seem deeper, sharper; it's hard not to squirm at the other end of it.
"we'll see, i guess," you grinned. "listen for me to scream real loud, okay?"
bakugou had huffed, material of his gloves scratching against itself as his fists balled. "don't say shit like that."
now he's pulling them off, his gloves. staring down at his own hands, skin a bit pale in the winter evening. you watch him flex his fingers, warming the life back into them, before he's glancing up at you from beneath his long lashes.
"got this," he murmurs, without explanation, "shit on my face."
and — he does; eyes still shadows, outlined in his tacky, grease paint. a ghost of his breath floats by every time he huffs, but there's a sheen to the paint, high on the points of his cheeks, where it's smeared, like he's sweating in this kind of weather.
again, you see the ant in distance move, and you think he may be closer.
finally, you ask, "what are you doing?" because — he should be gone by now.
the rare moments you earn with him are often stolen away by dynamight; this should be no different. instead, he is here, having quietly accompanied you to the train too late at night, borrowing time neither of you can afford to pay back.
not that you would. not when he's shuffling in his heavy boots, gloves crumpled in one tight, icy fist. bakugou raises to his full height — a sudden reminder, of his greatness; his slouch is terrible — and you feel the night closing in on you both. shrouding you in something unfamiliar.
he doesn't say anything, just fixes you with a determined stare that makes you feel seen; maybe too seen. before your heart can land another beat, he's there, too close in front of you, melting what ice has gathered over your own fingers.
you gasp quietly, visible in the winter. there's something a bit frightening about him like this, dressed in his warring gear, painted like a warrior, but heat floods your face and builds on the back of your neck, excited by the hazard of him.
he's so beautiful, unappreciated. you look into the soft plain of his face and melt a little further, lean in as if to press your cheek to his.
bakugou lets out another huff; a mirror of your own breath. he murmurs, "fuck it," before closing the space between you, finally.
his lips are a little dry, but so are yours, by the chill, and the first kiss is quick and firm and chaste. he doesn't move away from you when it's over, though, just crowds you with a furrowed brow, nudging it gently against yours in an affectionate little headbutt.
it makes you laugh and that pulls him in again, rough fingers sliding along the curve of your jaw, keeping you together as his lips part with your own, deep and slow, savored. you've day-dreamed this moment with him one-thousand times since entering into his weird, intimate little space, but he's easier to fall into than you could have ever imagined.
bakugou breathes against you, open and panting, and you know he needs to go — but he doesn't fight when you rest a hand on his chest; his fingers tangle in your hair and his lips become kiss-bitten, red and wet as he parts to you for the last time tonight, tongue brushing your own before he's pulling away with a rushed, "fuck,"
you blink up at him, smile growing as red riot hoots and hollers down the street. bakugou's face is as red as his partner's costume, not dimmed in the slightest as he breathes in the night air, turns his face up to the chill.
"i—" he hesitates again before taking a step away, yanking his mask back on. "call me when—y'get home."
you laugh, and the sound stops him for another split second, though his eyes are bright and alive as he gazes at you, this time. "okay," you agree, cheeks aching from your smile. "okay, i will, i promise."
it releases him; he doesn't waste another moment before turning on his heel, tugging his gloves on as he saunters back down the sidewalk — to a jumping kirishima. bakugou shoves him once, voice low and angry and unmistakable, even from the distance.
you both savor the moment one last time, with one more look, before it slips away.
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mayasaura · 10 months
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There's a stanza from Annabel Lee that's been tickling my brainstem for a while, and it feels even more relevant now that we know how John and Alecto are bound together, and that their love was and still is mutual:
But our love it was stronger by far than the love    Of those who were older than we—    Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above    Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
That's the heart of it, isn't it? The source of all of John's power, the reason he's God, it's because his soul is connected to his Annabel Lee's. To end all of this, they'll need to be dissevered.
I'd say that the angels have already tried and failed, and the demons look like they're winding up to take a shot. Odds are that'll go about as well for them as it did for Augustine and Mercy. But there's someone the poem doesn't ask. It doesn't account for Annabel.
I think that may be why it matters so much that that Alecto still loves John, and where the true horror of love comes in. If Alecto's soul is going to be seperated from John's, Alecto has to want it. No one else can do it for her. Annabel Lee has to become the subject, and not the object.
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gregorovitch-adler · 6 months
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Table
[Sequel to Sock, because a lot of you asked. :)]
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After taking a shower and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, John went to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast for both of them.
It was Christmas. Sherlock had woken up before him, as usual, and he was out for a walk now.
John was making a fry-up today. Sherlock liked it. They usually didn't make anything other than some toasts, but John wanted to do something special that day. Christmas was not the only reason for that.
The main reason was last night.
John smiled to himself as took out some beans from the fridge.
He had barely slept for the rest of the night after having read Sherlock's note in that sock. He had kept tossing and turning the whole time, thinking about how he would possibly navigate through this situation.
Sherlock had wished for John that Christmas. The thought was overwhelming. Unbelievable. The socks were still hanging above the fireplace.
John was grinning now, as he kept a pot of tea on the stove. Earl Grey. He just had to bring it up somehow, over breakfast. But he also did not want to scare Sherlock away.
John pursed his lips as he contemplated all the possibilities of their upcoming, completely unavoidable conversation.
John heard Sherlock's footsteps on the stairs. He quickly grabbed two mugs and poured some tea in both of them.
"Oh, you're making breakfast. Should I help?" asked Sherlock.
"No, it's fine. I'm almost done."
John turned around to take in the sight of this man again. The man he had fallen for. And somehow, the same man who had fallen for him.
Sherlock was taking off his coat, and John figured he should help him do that. Yes. That was how he was going to make his way to The Talk. Small, casual touches here and there. Nothing too much.
John took long strides to approach Sherlock and began to help him with his coat. Sherlock raised his eyebrows but remained silent and stood still as John helped him out of that garment.
John went to the kitchen again to get the whole breakfast arranged properly.
"Let me help," Sherlock said.
"Grab the plates then. I'll join you."
Sherlock arranged the kitchen table by placing a pair of plates and glasses. A few minutes later, John brought the dish and served everything on both the plates. He set the container aside and they both sat down on the table.
John had made a point to sit beside Sherlock today, instead of across from him like he usually did. They began to eat in silence.
"Mm. This is delicious," said Sherlock.
John took a deep breath and decided to cut to the chase. "I see, you ended up hanging your sock last night," he said, feigning non-chalance.
Sherlock began to cough in the middle of eating. John reached for Sherlock's back and ran his hand along it to try to soothe him.
Sherlock poured some water for himself and drank some of it. He cleared his throat. "So, you noticed."
" ’Course I did. I'm not even that ignorant." John smirked.
"Never said you were. It's just that... I didn't see any harm doing something with you. Even if it's stupid."
John smiled into his tea.
"Everyone knows that their wishes aren't really going to come true."
John placed his mug back on the table and furrowed his brows as he turned to look at Sherlock. "Sometimes, they just might," he said and gazed at Sherlock in the eye.
They had locked eyes with each other for a few seconds.
"Don't be an idiot," he said and broke the eye contact before turning to stare at his plate. "That's just false hope you're talking about. The whole world relies on that. Nobody stops to just think."
John hadn't taken his eyes off Sherlock. "I love you."
Sherlock looked up at John again with his mouth parted. The intensity in his eyes took John's breath away.
"I've been meaning to say this for a long time. Even before you went away after your staged suicide." John placed his hand on Sherlock's forearm, who was stunned.
"I've felt this way about you since the start. I just... couldn't find a way to say it. So, I'm saying it again, now: I'm in love with you."
Sherlock blinked rapidly and swallowed. "Are you really?"
John nodded. He had stopped eating.
Sherlock dropped his silverware on the plate and pulled John close to wrap his arms around John's waist.
John sighed in relief as he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's back. He pressed Sherlock close against his chest. Sherlock had buried his face in John's neck.
"I love you too. And that's exactly what I'd wished for in my note."
John felt Sherlock smile against his neck.
"I... I knew about it, actually," said John and cleared his throat. "I'd looked into your note last night," he continued sheepishly. "I know I shouldn't have, but I did it anyway. Curiosity got the better of me, I think."
"So, that's why it took you so long to go back to your room after midnight." Sherlock chuckled.
John was running his hand over Sherlock's back again. "You saw me?"
"I didn't sleep much. So, I figured you might be thirsty, which is why you went to the kitchen. But going back upstairs took you long enough." Sherlock's voice made a lot of vibrations against John's chest, making him shiver.
"Yeah, I guess it did. I'm sorry."
Sherlock pulled away a bit and held John's face in his hands delicately. "Don't be. This conversation wouldn't have happened if you hadn't looked into the note."
Without another word, John pressed his lips against Sherlock's.
Sherlock sighed and placed his hand on John's nape, as they opened their mouths to deepen the kiss.
They kept kissing each other for quite some time, unable to let go, unable to believe this was really happening.
John was being rather desperate with his kisses.
They pulled away after a bit, but continued to hold each other in their arms.
Sherlock touched his forehead with John's. "Merry Christmas, John."
"Merry Christmas, Sherlock," John breathed with his eyes closed.
"I may start to believe that Santa is real."
John laughed and pulled Sherlock close to kiss him again.
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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily
Prompt: Table.
Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @lisbeth-kk @gaylilsherlock @keirgreeneyes @a-victorian-girl @lookingforlifeoutthere @calaisreno @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @peanitbear @khorazir @shlainne @thesaltofcarthage @curlyjohnlock
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too-schoolforcool · 1 year
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Gallacrafts Theme 20: This Kiss | 7x11
↳ it’s centrifugal motion / it’s perpetual bliss / it’s that pivotal moment / it’s, ah, impossible
Shout out to @gallacrafts for inspiring me to learn a new craft and make my first gifset! I've had border kiss brain rots for MONTHS NOW and I finally got them out of my head and into the world 😍
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sideblogdotjpeg · 15 days
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i have to make silly drawings because otherwise i think about how from the moment he left moonstone swag daniels has been exploited and reduced to a body by all the people he turned to looking for meaning/connection and now he might be already dead and turned into a mindless body puppeted by alexandrite. and i cant think about that so i have to draw blorbos wearing crop tops
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angelsdean · 1 year
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literally genuinely there is a sign on the dean cave door that says “no little brothers allowed !!!!!” and sam has never stepped foot in the room again after scoobynatural. however, adam’s allowed in when he and dean have “educating the angels on pop culture” movie nights. sam does not huff in annoyance, he does not stomp his feet and whine abt double standards and gesture wildly with his gargantuan arms at the sign, dean! the sign says no LITTLE BROTHERS ! he does not do that, nope. (dean later crosses out “little brothers” and adds, “middle children”)
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bisexualgaledekarios · 3 months
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is the first ep of sailor moon the most perfect first ep of any anime ever? sources say yes
*sources: me
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vimbry · 1 month
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"nanobots" the song is this deconstructed view of child development and parenthood where it's like, 'wow have you ever thought about how weird producing offspring is. like, it's weird, right! we make these little people and they quickly grow into their own individual personalities with their own lives and autonomy and I've lost all authority and there's so many and you've gotta be responsible for them all the time, what did I do !!!'
but as well as approaching it with this slightly overwhelmed perspective, there's a sort of affectionate optimism in there, too. that even tho the concept's intimidating, there's a sense of wonder in how humans develop and raising them and watching them grow up. hey this kid thing's fun actually, yeah I wish they'd leave me alone sometimes, but look at how cute and resilient they are look at what they can do. and then "replicant" is like jesus parenting a teenager is hard.
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aftgficrec · 2 years
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what are your (new or old) fake dating andreil favs?
Love some fake dating!  Here’s a nice long list of previously recommended fics from which we’ve pulled some favourites, plus some new fics getting their first mention here.  Have a great time reading! - S
Also see …
long cute fake dating here
fake dating (K)andreil here
‘In My Defense, I Have None’ here (completed) (feat. fake dating Jean & Neil, leading to Andreil)
‘Let the bells ring on a fool’s holiday’, ‘I Found Love Where It Wasn’t Supposed to Be’ and ‘For He’s a Jolly Good Felon’ here
‘You've Begun to Feel Like Home’ here
‘Fake It ’Til You Make It’ here
‘Married to the Game’ here
‘At The Prince's Behest’ here
‘Bittersweet & Sugar Free’ here
‘Friday Night Big Screen’ here
‘Wanted: Random Guy’ here
‘For Better or For Worse’ here
‘Heaven We're Already Here’ here
‘Chemistry Experiments’ here
‘The Bodyguard’ here
‘Like A River’ here
‘I'll Follow You (into the light)’ here
‘If it puts food on the table then so be it.’ here
‘stone heart (broken open)’ here
New recs:
A Thousand For a Kiss & Fifty Cents For Your Soul by NikNak22 [Rated M, 11619 words, incomplete, last updated July 2022]
Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard, two movie stars in their own right, have never had the pleasure of working together - and neither is sure if this is a good or a bad thing. But when Kevin Day comes calling, providing a unique opportunity, they both jump at it. Cautiously, they begin filming together for the first time on set, both slow to trust and quick to deny the spark burning between them.
But as time goes on, neither can continue pretending that what they feel is an act. That they're merely playing a part. Not when they've both been given a glimpse of what can happen when you overcome the fear of being known and finally let someone else in.
tw: panic attacks, tw: homophobia
racing hearts by josten_minyard [Rated T, 3486 words, complete, Aftg Summer Exchange 2022]
Andrew asks Neil to go on a date - only, it's a fake date, to enter a running competition (couples only) for a chance to win the golden prize of a month of free ice cream. Still, Neil will take what he can get.
Now, if only he could get his stupid feelings under control.
Fire and Ice by alexis_needs_sleep [Not Rated, 26400 words, complete, 2022]
Andrew was Neil’s best friend in the whole world. When his usual friend-date canceled on him, he knew Andrew would be the perfect person to keep him company at his track team's banquet. What started as one friend-date spiraled into several dates and an entire fake relationship, which Neil was 100% sure was the most convincing fake relationship that ever existed. All he had to do was not tell Andrew that he was actually in love with him the whole time. Easy enough, right?
Just for Show by butitknewme [Rated T, 1294 words, incomplete, last updated June 2022]
alison turned abruptly towards andrew from her perch on a stool, and asked suddenly: “is it true you’re dating neil?”
neil was, in that moment, infinitely grateful for andrew’s persistent poker face and their friends’ collective inability to see past it. to neil, he saw the slow blink, the register of surprise, the flick of his eyes toward neil’s. to alison, all she saw was unshakeable apathy.
“yes.”
though the answer shouldn’t have come as a surprise (neil knows how much andrew loves to create chaos, and how unwilling he would be to throw neil under the bus), the easy response still sent a jolt down neil’s spine. it must be because it's the first time he’s heard andrew lie.
masking his own surprise, he turned to nicky and alison, hands spread before him. “see? i can’t believe you guys thought i was lying.”
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or the one in which neil josten fake dates his best friend andrew minyard... and it goes about as well as you would expect.
Old(ish) faves:
Read between the lines series by butallmystars [Rate E/T, 39169 words, complete, 2022]
Part 1:  Read between the lines (E, 32722 words)
In which Neil has a work conference across the globe and Andrew is not above lying to corporate for a week in Italy with his best friend.
Part 2: I wasn't pretending (T, 6447 words)
Read between the lines chapter five from Neil’s point of view. Radio silence, the gala & drunk texting.
A Book for Christmas by CurvedYellowFruit [Rated T, 13736 words, complete, 2021]
Andrew joins an online book club to stave off boredom. None of the other book club members have any opinions worth engaging with, but one person is particularly infuriating. Andrew decides he hates Smart_Alec10 - right up until he suddenly doesn’t. Cue adoptive-parent Nicky pestering Andrew about Christmas dinner, and you have a recipe for fake dating and a trope-filled Christmas.
dating & other disasters by lolainslackss, moonix [Rated T, 51086 words, complete, 2019]
Andrew thought it couldn't get any worse than having to watch Neil go on disastrous date after disastrous date with other people. Until Neil had the bright idea that they should fake date to mess with their friends.
tw: alcohol
Nine Weddings and No Funerals by gluupor [Rated T, 28578 words, complete, 2019]
Neil's just been unceremoniously dumped by his longtime boyfriend before a busy wedding season where it seems like everyone he knows is tying the knot. Desperate not to look like a pathetic loser in front of his ex, he goes along with a plan to bring along a fake boyfriend to the weddings. Since neither Neil nor his date Andrew are interested in pursuing a relationship, there's no chance that anyone's feelings will be hurt.
tw: acephobia
The Bokeh Effect by fuzzballsheltiepants [Rated T, 13239 words, complete, 2019]
Neil is struggling as a freelance photographer when the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself. Unfortunately, a casual lie told during his initial interview leaves him scrambling to find a "partner" ASAP. His best option? His ex-best friend/ex-roommate, who ghosted him the day after graduation.
Neil is in some serious trouble.
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lavenderjewels · 6 months
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Never getting over this scene. the chapters right before this of gojo thinking quickly while dozens of people get killed but not hesitating in making risks. all this cool guy behavior only to be completely frozen by the corpse of his best friend saying his name. right when there’s a flashback of jogo saying not even a thousand lives could distract him, but kenjaku knowing without a doubt geto’s could.
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Then gojo immediately experiencing for the first time what he just put others through by activating his domain. Reliving years of his past actions and experiences with geto (who marked his “youth”) in just a moment.
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Meanwhile, Kenjaku is taunting Gojo for not getting rid of Geto’s body or forgetting Geto when we know Kenjaku fully centered their plan around Gojo being affected by Geto. And with Kenjaku knowing Geto’s memories, Gojo’s last words to him, and the throw away line that Gojo couldn’t destroy the body after JJK 0 despite acting positive afterwards with his students... It’s so heartbreaking, but incredibly written
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willowser · 9 months
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how do u think love island kiri would salvage the relationship now that he fucked it up 🫠
i think he has to put in the WORK !!! he's clearly so upset 🥺 which is his OWN FAULT but for the rest of the night after the recoupling, you and everyone else can tell he's just trying to keep it together 🥺 BUT ANYWAY THIS IS ABOUT HIM FIXING IT LOL
he comes to speak to you in the morning, bc he can't that night, too sad 🥺 BUT he does first thing in the morning, and he's very shy and quiet 🥺 trying to remain positive and friendly as you watch him with a straight face behind your glasses.
"i just wanted to apologize, sincerely, because i realize now how bad it hurts not to be the priority," he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, gripping it tightly as he tries to keep his composure. "it fucking sucks and i'm — i can't believe i did that to you over and over again and didn't pay attention."
it's nice to hear, especially because you don't doubt he's being completely genuine — but you still keep your face neutral, adjusting your sunglasses as you fiddle with your water bottle. "well, thank you, kirishima. i appreciate your apology."
he continues, eyes wide and full. "i want you to be happy, i want him to make you happy, i want you to get the effort you've always deserved," but then he pauses, expression torn as the moment hangs between you. it catches in your throat suddenly, and you're all too aware of the eyes that are on you from across the villa.
"but i have to know," he murmurs, "if i've got even half a chance left, because if i do, i wouldn't waste it for the world."
your smile is stubborn, and you have to sink your teeth into your lip to stop it from growing. "willing to step on some toes, are you?"
"baby, i'm stompin'."
and you can't help but to laugh at that, having to turn away from the relief that washes over his face. behind your glasses, you meet the curious stare of the man you've coupled up with, his mouth pulled down in a deep frown. a surge of guilt washes over you, but —
kiri is too easy to get lost in.
"i wouldn't say you have half a chance," you tell him finally, "maybe 1/16th."
it doesn't matter; kirishima is all grins. "'s good enough for me."
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bitemegamer · 2 days
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When you play the MC is just as into Cove as Cove is into them... That's the way I love playing the dynamic... I seriously cannot play it any other way, the way my character acts around Cove and the way he acts around them is so precious...
currently replaying the First Step and adoring just how precious these babies are *sobs*
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sangerie · 8 months
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Misery...
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I need the Ichiji is actually spearheading "Operation Valkyrie" to take down his father's Nazi regime which is why he doesn't have the Nazi belt and why he wears a white cloak theory to come true please 😭🙏
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queen-scribbles · 10 months
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@star-wars-nexus​ haha I am both a good and bad person to ask this. Bad bc Consular is my favorite storyline so I am incredibly biased, good bc Consular is my favorite storyline when a lot of people write it off.😂
I really love the Consular story. It’s slower paced than some of the others, and doesn’t have the thriller feel of the Agent or the same in-your-face badassery of the Sith classes, but I feel like it’s one of the better stories at transitioning between acts, so it’s also smoother, if that makes sense? (Especially act 2 into act 3) And I honestly enjoy that it’s quieter and more subtle at telling its story. Also,it’s mentioned several times that you’re one of the more powerful Force users in the galaxy, so while it may be less in your face, you’re still a Badass.
The Consular deals a lot with themes of agency, responsibility, sacrifice, and forgiveness. If you’ve played a Knight and done the stuff with Kira being a Child of the Emperor? Yeah, the Children are a BIG part of the Consular story later in the game. So there’s some more you learn about them, which I think it neat. (Fingers crossed for more in the next patch)
It’s less a thing now that you can switch up class/origin, but Kinetic Combat Shadow makes me feel like the biggest badass in the galaxy and is handsdown no contest my favorite thing to play(almost all my Force users added it as second spec if they didn’t already have it, my SW hasn’t switched back to Mara since xD)
I’m trying to think of ways to talk it up without spoiling too much in case you haven’t played it yet and want the surprise. let’s see.... the companions are great, I think it might be the only class where I like all of them a lot. My one gripe would be how late you get the romances. You don’t pick up Felix until you finish Hoth, and Nadia(my beloved <3) doesn’t join as a companion until after Belsavis, but she’s been traveling with you and engages in ship cutscenes for act 2 and 3 even before she’s a companion. So you get to know her and build a relationship even before you can take her on missions with you.
The ending... OOOOOOOOH the ENDING. You can drastically alter your ending depending on your dialogue options with a certain NPC. We’re talking life or death, redemption or destruction level alter, and I love it so much. 
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