#this was the scene that made me fully realize just how Tall he is now like holy shit

[raayllum]

1x04 / 5x03

[suugarbabe]

You are SO amazing love, never let anyone tell you any different. I WILL fight them 😤

Tysm for considering wolfstar!daughter, i think youd enjoy the current fics that are currently out for it. Most of them are x fred or george and it just reminds me of you everytime.

Sorry, this is probs going to be long 😬

For the prompt though, i imagine they came about reader when remus found her on a full moon as a toddler werewolf, abandond in the forest (last yr hogwarts or graduated doesnt matter, whatever you decide) and when Sirius finally finds Remus the next morning he's shocked, confused, and then melts. Big, tall, broard Remus has this small bundle of cuteness wrapped in his sweater trying to cuddle into him.

Whether youd like to continue on from there or do reader growing up or a time skip is up to you. Same as if James dies or not, whatever your brilliant mind decides 🧡 but if it helps this is how i see the family dynamic:

I think Sirius would be the overprotective kind of dad, never failing with that wonderful sense of dramatics!

While Remus is the calm voice of reason that talks himself down when he feels like he might be going a little overboard.

Of course we're Uncle Reggies little star, he will be mean to another child if they hurt you. He and James are constantly arguing over who's the better uncle.

James is the uncle that gives you alcohol illegally and doesnt adhere to a curfew.

So skip to hogwarts in some of the last years (im a ravenclaw so i always imagine reader as a ravenclaw but anyhouse would be fun to explore) and reader makes it official with Theo or Enzo. Harry's a tattle tale and tells his dad who then brags to Reggie, who the apparats him self the Sirius' to demand answers because "who was this vile thing that dared touch his star?? Boyfriend?!?! Fucking over his dead body!!" Fully expecting Sirius to agree with him. But he doesnt, he just sighs because at least they made it til 6th/7th yr before boys started, he'll give the poor boy a chance first. And then Remus bursts in and has a full meltdown. Thats his little wolf; his baby. She can have a boyfriend. A BOYFRIEND!?! He might puke. No this isnt allowed. Boys are gross. And nasty. And theyre going to hurt her. But not before he hurts them!! He's going to put the fear of godric into this boy! RIGHT NOW!! Wheres his wand? He needs to go to Hogwarts.

Its so unexpected that both Black brothers are frozen. Until Remus starts searching for his wand and Sirius has to calm him down while Regulus goads him on. And through all of it, reader and Enzo/Theo were standing at the door to 'meet the parents'.

And then however you want it to go from there love! So sorry that was soo long and rambely. Of couese no pressure to write it and take whatever creative liberties youd like!!

Thank you love x

The group had made an agreement that the girls would all get a flat together, as would the boys. So naturally Sirius, James and Remus planned and found one for themselves that was 'absolutely perfect' as Sirius put it since it back right up to a large patch of woods; 'Perfect for you, Moony'.

In the moment Remus had rolled his eyes, but truly he was thankful. By the last full moon of school, Remus had managed to transform back to himself without completely passing out. After the fourth full moon in the flat, Remus was able to still decently function after his transformations.

What neither Sirius nor James expected happened and they didn't know how to react initially. Sirius and James had lost sight of Remus toward the end of the night, now both transformed back to themselves looking for him.

When Sirius found him, he didn't expect the scene he walked upon. Remus shoulders were hunched over, and at first Sirius thought he was crying. But the closer he got, he realized it was not Remus making those noises, but...a child?

"Moony...what the bloody hell is that," Sirius voice was cautious, he was still convinced he might be hallucinating.

Remus turned around slowly, "She's like me, Pads. She...she was a tiny little wolf, I swear it." Sirius was skeptical, but the way Remus was looking down at you, every doubt was melting away. The way your tiny hands gripped on to Remus's sweater.

When Sirius got close enough, you reached out for him, and he was done for. When James caught up with the pair he had the same initial reaction. But like Sirius, one look at you and he was also convinced.

It had taken the girls no time to swoon after you, and the boys were forever grateful. While Remus declared himself your father (Sirius demanding his was Dad number 2). James became your fun uncle (funcle as he called himself, Lily rolling her eyes each time).

To say it had taken a village was not just a cliché, but reality. Sirius was every over protective father, having a flair for the dramatics any time anything happened, good or bad. Remus was more calm, essentially the voice of reason when Sirius was talking circles. You eventually became the perfect mix of the two, which they both loved.

When you got your Hogwarts letter Sirius threw a party, Remus thinking it was a little over the top but Sirius insisted, "Our little star got her letter, we're celebrating Moony." Regulus had brought you off to the side, insisting you owl him if anyone is mean to you, he'll come and fix it, "Even if it's another little twat kid, you let me know, okay Star?"

After fourth year, James let you try his beer for the first time. Sirius lost his mind, Remus reminded Sirius how much worse he was at your age and that if James was letting her try it that it was a better situation than he used to get in to.

What you didn't expect was the commotion that ensued during Christmas holiday seventh year. It was tradition for you and your dads to throw a party on Christmas Eve. You were putting the final touches on the Christmas biscuits you usually made when a loud pop sounded in the living room.

"SIRIUS GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE NOW!" The voice of Regulus rang throughout your house and you instantly froze. Sirius sauntered in, not bothered by his younger brothers tone, "Seriously, with the shouting Reg, what is it now?"

Regulus looked over Sirius shoulder at you in the kitchen before turning back to his brother, "How could you let her, huh? How could you let her do this, with a Slytherin no less? My little star? Who is this vile snake you've let touch our little girl, a boyfriend, Sirius, really?"

You held your breath, fully expecting your dad to lose it, go full on dramatics, but instead he just pinched the bridge of his nose, "Honestly, Reg, calm down. I'm surprised it took us till seventh year for her to finally decide to get a boyfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful," he turned pointing at you, "but I trust her, Reg. And you should too. She's not like us. Really though, darling, a Slytherin?"

Sirius turned to face you and all you could muster was a shrug of your shoulders before your father burst in. "WHAT did I just hear? My wolf has a WHAT? With a WHO? Darling are you mad, who is this boy? A boyfriend? Oh my Godric, I think I'm going to be sick. Who is he, star? Who, tell me now. I'm getting my wand. Sirius, my wand now."

Remus held out his hand expectantly, but nothing happened. Both Regulus and Sirius stood frozen, mouths agape at Remus's reaction before a sly smirk crawled its way onto Sirius's features, "Oh my my, Moony, this is a sight."

At that moment the Potter's all appeared, the air obviously thick with tension. James looked between his friends, "Oi, what did we miss?"

When you saw Harry you were instantly enraged, your inherant traits from Sirius coming in to play, "You little fucking rat, you weasel, you knew I was going to tell them over break, how could you tell Reggie before I could tell my parents, I'll hex you Potter, I swear it!"

You started after Harry, only for James's strong arms to lift you up by the waist and hold you tight, "Woah there, mini Sirius, calm down. I think this might be my fault. Harry told me out of concern and I might have boasted about your feats to Reggie."

You went slump in your Uncle's grasp, "Uncle Jamie...how could you." You were pouting as he sat you down, giving you a tight hug, "I'm sorry, star, I was just so dang proud of you."

You looked over at your parents, Sirius now rubbing Remus's back who was pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a knock on the door, causing everyone's attention to switch towards the distrubance.

Walking towards the door, you looked back with your hand on the handle, "Be nice." The marauders and Harry held up their hands in defense, Regulus crossed his, "No promises."

When you opened the door, Enzo stood there, cheeks slightly pink. "Erm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" You laughed slightly out of embarrassment, "How much did you hear exactly?"

"Enough to know I'm more afraid of Professor Lupin than Sirius," he whispered as he followed you through the door.

"Dad, Father, this is Enzo. My boyfriend," You gestured toward Enzo who gave a shy wave.

Remus placed his hand on his own chest, "Oh thank god it's Berkshire. I was really worried, star dear. Really worried. Thought maybe it was going to be the Nott boy."

This caused both you and Enzo to laugh, Enzo speaking up finally, "Merlin, no, sir. Nott's afraid of Y/n actually. So you've done a good job."

"Don't start kissing ass just yet, Berkshire," Regulus stuck a finger out at the boy.

"Uncle Reggie. Behave," you scolded him like a child, he looked down at the floor like one, too.

Sirius stepped forward, extending his hand, "So sorry, my boy. I'm Sirius, Y/n's father. You've met Moony, erm, Professor Lupin, her dad. He's sorry for anything you may have heard through the door."

Enzo grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly, "It's alright, sir. It's a pleasure to meet the men who've raised such a strong woman." Enzo smiled at you affectionately, causing you to blush in front of your family.

"Look at that, Moons. Our little star is growing up," Sirius wiped a faked fear, while Remus was holding back real ones.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose like your dad had done earlier, "Alright, who's hungry, hmm? Shall we eat?" You led Enzo towards the large table. Everyone followed suit, both Regulus and Remus grumbling slightly.

As you sat down, Enzo gave your thigh a squeeze. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Star, huh? That's cute." You side-eyed him, giving him a slight glare, "You tell anyone, you're a dead man."

Enzo grinned to himself, "It'd be an honor to die by your hands, love."

Across the table, Sirius gave Remus's thigh a squeeze, "She's growing up, Moons. Our little star." Remus nodded, pouring himself some brandy, "That she is, Pads. Our little wolf is a woman now." Sirius scoffed, "She still needs us though right?" Remus nodded, smiling, "We'll always be there for her."

[makeste]

BnHA Volume 35 - A Brief Reaction Journey

hello! so as mentioned in my last post, I’ve started catching up with the BnHA manga again FINALLY after almost two years, and have made it through a fair number of chapters so far! and since I’m not sure how long it will take me to actually post the corresponding liveblogs, I figured I’d make a couple of posts in the meantime to sort of preview my reaction journey thus far with some good old-fashioned OUT-OF-CONTEXT BULLET POINTS taken from my ramblings. originally I was going to make a single post for all 25 chapters I’ve read so far (up to 367), but I quickly realized that was waaaaay too ambitious lol. so for now it’s just this one, and I’ll put up the vol. 36 post probably tomorrow afternoon.

spoiler warning: just fyi, this post will obviously feature spoilers for chapters 342-350*, BUT it will also include some stray spoilers from chapters 362 and 403 as well, so just a heads up for that if you aren’t fully caught up!

*chapters 340 and 341 are not included because I've already posted full reaction posts for each one here and here, respectively.

Chapter 342

Endeavor being taller than Jeanist just feels so WRONG to me regardless of whether or not it is factually accurate. does this mean All Might is also taller than Jeanist?? I don’t want to live in a world where Best Jeanist has secretly been a perfectly normal sized person this entire time. someone please lie to me and tell me that he is tall

many thanks to Kacchan for inserting this small bit of levity into this scene which was otherwise well on its way to sending me into a SPIRAL OF FEELINGS, and in fact still is whenever I look at that panel of Deku with Eri and Kouta, and also that GODDAMN HUG WHERE HE AND INKO ARE BOTH CLEARLY AND PAINFULLY AWARE THAT THEY MIGHT NEVER SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN, AND IN THAT MOMENT THEY’RE JUST TRYING TO HOLD THE OTHER AS TIGHTLY AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE, AND SHE’S PRAYING TO WHATEVER DEITY IS OUT THERE THAT HE’LL COME BACK SAFE AND WHOLE, AND HE’S PRAYING THAT HIS MOM WILL BE ALL RIGHT EVEN IF HE DOESN’T COME BACK, AND NOT ALLOWING HIMSELF TO THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE ALREADY MISSES HER, BECAUSE HE CAN’T THINK LIKE THAT ANY MORE, BECAUSE THIS BOY IS FULLY GROWN NOW BECAUSE HE HAD TO BE, BECAUSE HE HAD NO CHOICE, AND I’M BOTH SO PROUD AND SO FUCKING SAD ABOUT IT AND I JUST NEED A MINUTE HERE ACTUALLY, OKAY!! OR FIVE MINUTES!!

LMAO WHAT AN AUSPICIOUS AND NOT-AT-ALL OMINOUSLY FOREBODING NAME. “hmmm what should we name our new class 1-A fortress?” “hmm well I was thinking maybe Troy, after the legendary city with the famously impenetrable walls, which to the best of my knowledge were never breached, or at least that’s what I assume since I never finished reading The Iliad! :) :) :) ...wait, why are you all looking at me like that. they didn’t actually breach them, right? guys? what happened to Troy? GUYS?”

I’m actually so proud of Deku because he’s come such a long way from the days when the mere CONCEPT of even TALKING to a girl was enough to floor him lol. but also I’m legit cracking up at he way he tried to segue into random small talk in the middle of the goddamn apocalypse. gotta be smooth about it!! casual!! you can tell how casual they are because both of them are suddenly struck by the inexplicable urge to fuss with their hair!!

Horikoshi really said “FUCK YOUR SQUADS!! ...but if we had a Todosquad this is who would be in it I guess”

my god. between this and the OchaDeku conversation the villains truly do not stand a chance do they? and they don’t even know how screwed they are yet. REDEMPTION IS COMING!! IT’S KNOCKING ON THE DOOR, TRICK OR TREAT, Y’ALL READY FOR THIS

Chapter 343

so we’re opening with everyone’s favorite Guy With An Old Wad Of Chewing Gum For A Face, AFO!

did this son of a bitch kill Nao’s dad and steal his sexy lie-detector quirk??

sob AFO is all “can I have your son’s cell phone number please” and they’re all “SURE”

bonsoir little Yuuga

do. ...do you not actually know. was this meeting not prearranged. “why are you here Aoyama?” “why are you here, Deku?” truly, why are any of us here??

I’m sitting here trying to play the “guess which parts of this dialogue are real vs fake” game and coming up completely stumped on every single sentence

so Yuuga’s all “can you believe that even though the city of Musutafu is basically down to just U.A., a Dollar Tree, a couple of crumbling park benches, and one very determined Starbucks, we somehow still have functioning courts and lawyers?” I actually can’t believe that at all tbh. you’re telling me “it’s the fucking apocalypse” is still not a good enough excuse to get out of jury duty

damn, Aoyama out here with the trash talk and the ON YOUR LEFT?!

MONOMA??!?!?!?!

Chapter 344

“Eraser’s” plan, indeed. you dare say that right to Kaminari’s face

SHINSOU!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?

HEYA YOURSELF YOU HANDSOME KNAVE!! LOOK AT YOU!! fucking loving the costume my dude! pretty please tell us your hero name to go along with it. is it MindCraft. I think your hero name should be MindCraft. don’t look at me like that Shinsou we need more punny hero names in the world

“yes well you see, I couldn’t do it, so I learned how to do it.” great story Shinsou

the way he’s rubbing the back of his neck there. are we gonna get some real Monoma character development at long last. feels like it’s long overdue and I am thrilled. he’s such a great character and I feel like we’ve only barely scratched the surface of who he actually is as a person and as a hero

THE UNEXPECTED VLAD KING MENTORSHIP WITH THE ARM AROUND THE SHOULDERS?? he really needed that support. outwardly he’s always made a big show of wanting his turn in the spotlight and begrudging class A for stealing the scene at every turn. but how much of that is really just an act. some of it? most of it? maybe even close to all of it? because right now he suddenly seems so small and young here and really wishing he wasn’t in this unenviable position of being one of the many World’s Last Hopes who are all way too fucking young

did Mirko’s giant robot hand just grow into an EVEN GIANTER giant robot hand??

long beautiful flowing mermaid hair. sorry what was I saying I kind of spaced out there for a sec

YES, AFO, ALL OF THIS TO SPLIT YOU UP YOU STUPID MUSH HEAD. MAYBE IF YOU EVER ACTUALLY FINISHED A MANGA IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE YOU’D KNOW HOW A FINAL BATTLE IS SUPPOSED TO BE CONSTRUCTED. YOU MOLDY AVOCADO

Chapter 345

“no you don’t understand, we have so many sixteen-year-olds whose coattails we’re all hanging onto. we have sixteen-year-olds who can take over people’s minds. sixteen-year-olds who can create portals to warp you halfway around the world in an instant. and let’s not forget the sixteen-year-olds who can act their damn asses off. we have the best sixteen-year-olds in the world. our sixteen-year-olds are so much better than yours you fucking losers”

Deku I swear. if I’m about to discover that the reason you weren’t there to stop Kacchan from being literally, actually, canonically murdered is because your distracted ass got yoinked into the void by some no-name villain chucklefuck, I’m gonna...

don’t listen to him Aoyama you were magnificent. you were my favorite in all of the stage plays

BUT IS PHASE TWO SUPPOSED TO INVOLVE DEKU IN ANY WAY THOUGH??? HELLO??? IS ANYONE LISTENING TO ME??? I’M FROM THE FUTURE AND THIS IS URGENT, PLEASE

“I fucked up Ochako, I fucked up so bad” omfg Deku

she doesn’t want to hurt you Deku she just wants to shower you in love. in her own special way. by stabbing you a lot

anyway have fun on this... tropical island??? I guess?? Kacchan will just have to hold down the fort in the meantime. which I’m sure will go absolutely fine

Chapter 346

“th-th-this is really bad, right?” yes Tamaki, yes it is. you’re stuck here on the Super Mega Ultra Radical Gnarly Cracked-Out Wonder Stage with Shigaraki Fucking Tomura and at least two of you are about to die and I’M NOT OKAY

so now we’re also getting this hilarious insight into the inner workings of the Mega Ultra Tremendous Stupendous Incredible Sky Coffin and it is truly, truly phenomenal

Horikoshi stop taking my sarcastic jibes and owning them completely challenge!! all the best sixteen-year-olds. all the finest greatest Hyper Ultra Sparkle Glimmer Wonder Battle Stages

this is genuinely one of the boldest lampshading efforts I have ever seen in fiction you guys

“yes, we acknowledge that this does indeed seem impossible to have pulled off, BUT have you considered that, fucking quirks though???? AND THAT THEY ARE, AS THE KIDS SAY, WILD??”

Chapter 347

lmao they’re shouting at Monoma accusingly and he’s all “I’M HAVEN’T BLINKED AT ALL YOU GUYS I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU”

don’t mind him, he’s just out here growing out his hideously malformed hands and fingers endlessly from every part of his body, normally, as one does. nothing quirk-related about it. anyone could do this if they simply exercise and maintain a balanced diet. this 100% is not a quirk y’all it’s just essential oils

SUDDEN MONOMA FEELS DELIVERED TO MY DOORSTEP???

awwww. the way he’s almost panicked, frantically wondering if he somehow fucked the quirk up and desperate for Aizawa to believe him that he’s trying his best. and Aizawa quick to reassure him. this kid is so desperate for approval. and unapologetically careening his way onto my top ten character list, welcome dear boy

so that’s that. see you in two years Deku. his last words spoken out loud to Kacchan were, and I quote, “wha --”

Aizawa is so hopelessly impossibly hot at all times and I don’t know how the universe can handle his existence. he’s even doing it without activating his quirk now. no ponytails or anything. just an eyepatch and a dream

don’t mind me, I’m just out here doing literal algebra to figure out how long it would take Deku to get back here if he traveled at the same speed as All Might did in chapter 90 (30 seconds per 5km, apparently). about 20 minutes, give or take. well shit. hopefully he’s a little faster than Kamino-era All Might was, especially since he can fly and has that Fa Jin shit too. or maybe Rody can fly him lmao. or S&S’s hot fighter pilot boyfriend

“what’d Sensei say, Deku?” “he said no, looks like I gotta uber. can I borrow your credit card, I promise I will venmo you back”

unfortunately for Deku he does not realize he’s accidentally gotten himself caught up in what will undoubtedly end up being the most erotic and bisexual of the various final battles

can’t believe Deku has like 6 love interests and out of all of them, Toga is the first one who actually asks him out. good for you girl. gotta shoot your shot

Chapter 348

FELLAS IS IT GAY TO BREAK OUT INTO TERRIFIED BEN DAY DOTS BECAUSE A GIRL EXPRESSED HER CARNAL INTEREST IN YOU????

anyway so since Deku apparently doesn’t understand how romance works either, he’s trying his best to give an actual response by recontextualizing all of this in terms of the one big thing he does understand: All Might

you’re telling me you never wanted to stab All Might to death and then turn into him?? wow I just can’t believe it

but also... okay lol. so I was thinking about this sarcastically, but was then struck by the very unironic thought that there sorta kinda is someone whom Deku does, both consciously and subconsciously, try to be like, and who he also kinda does apparently share the same heart and mind as. at least if chapter 403 is anything to go by lol. soooooooo. huh

god damn it Toga. absolutely none of what you’ve said or done here has been even the SLIGHTEST BIT reasonable. you can’t just tell someone you want to stab them and be their girlfriend. and if and when they try to let you down easy by responding with the MOST THOUGHTFUL AND GENTLE REJECTION ANYONE COULD EVER POSSIBLY MAKE UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES, because they’re actually the WORLD’S NICEST MAN, you can’t just respond by doing whatever it is you’re presumably about to do, which I’m guessing is gonna be really violent and unhinged

so Ochako is all “ever since we fought last time I’ve been thinking about you a lot!” and Toga is all “are you serious, YOU broke up with ME bitch” and now she’s standing behind her with a knife

“she’s the least predictable of our opponents” YEAH NO KIDDING LOL

“everyone knows that Toga is actually Ochako’s villain, like ffs Deku you haven’t even interacted with her since the Provisional Exam arc.” Deku they’re 100% right and you’re looking more and more the fool with each passing second

well all right lol. twenty minutes to get back to Musutafu. let’s just hope he doesn’t run into any traffic on the way

Chapter 349

what the fuck is OFA Dos’s quirk exactly and are we ever gonna get to it before I literally die of old age. at this point there’s gotta be a reason why he’s not using it, right?? so what’s the deal there? does he still somehow not know how? is it too dangerous? and I really need to know why II has the Bakugou gauntlets. tell me this isn’t one of the things we’re still waiting on answers for two years down the line because I swear to god I will cry

anyway so Deku’s saying he’s doing his best but he’s still “too slow”. WELL THEN MAYBE IT’S THAT TIME?? DEKU?? WHAT DO YOU SAY

NO FUCKING WAY LOL, CAN IT REALLY BE THAT EASY??!

OH WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK YOU NOT!CCHAN LOL YOU’RE JUST HERE TO COCKBLOCK HIM?

fuck. so has he used it since then?? is he gonna use it finally now that Kacchan’s alive and well again?? oh my god I need to shut up and stop asking questions and just keep reading. fuck

wow so Dabi’s literally just burning the All Might statue while he stalls for time trying to figure out how to beat his OP little brother who was literally engineered to be better than him sob. out of all the villains he’s probably the most screwed right now isn’t he

starting to get an inkling Dabi’s not happy that he doesn’t actually get to fight Endeavor. getting some subtle hints here and there that he might actually be upset about that

apparently wanting to fight Dabi and stop him from helping to destroy the world makes Shouto a pawn. wake up Shouto. stop being such a sheep, Shouto. can’t you see that saving the world is exactly what Endeavor wants you to do???!

this is just going to be seventeen chapters of Dabi talking about nonsense while they both stand around progressively getting hotter both literally and metaphorically isn’t it

Chapter 350

OH SNAP. [SLAMS HAND ON TABLE] HERE WE GO. IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME

well, well, well. to the surprise of absolutely no one. the real one who was responsible for everything this whole time

but I just have to pause real quick before we continue. because it absolutely cannot be a coincidence that AFO just happened to be there once again. just waiting in the shadows to magically swoop in the minute disaster strikes. and so, just like with baby Tenko, this immediately makes me suspect that Touya burning himself alive was not in fact a training accident at all. which is something I did not expect, and which, just. fuck, fuck, FUCK AFO. fuck this guy.

looks like the children's ward of a hospital?? wait, what??

how the fuck is he still so adorable. when exactly did the transition take place between adorable and sexily unhinged. right now Todoroki Touya still looks to be the absolute most adorable child on the planet

I miscalculated. I was not emotionally prepared to handle this chapter right now. I should not have clicked

really love to see that Touya didn’t just cave right away. wouldn’t have felt right, ngl. just doesn’t fit in with what we know about his character

oh shit wait we’re cutting back to Dabi talking to Shouto and he says he did come back home??

fucking why. goddammit what the hell. why is this the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever read. LOVE HIM!! SOMEONE!! ANYONE!! just love him, please. literally all he has ever wanted!!

JESUS. I HATE THIS. I am so upset right now. out of all of the horrific and traumatic and terrible, awful things that have happened to BnHA characters in their flashbacks, the thing that hits me the most out of all of them is this one image of a sixteen-year-old boy standing before an altar, with his family very much alive and standing RIGHT FUCKING THERE IN THE NEXT ROOM, and yet somehow feeling more alone than he’s ever been. so alone he literally gives up all hope in this one moment. my god I feel all of it and it’s so fucking devastating I keep having to stop typing so I don’t completely break down sobbing

well damn. after a rush of 15 and 13-page chapters, which were all admittedly appreciated by me in my race to catch up to Light Fades to Rain before this coming Friday, Horikoshi finishes up the volume with one hell of a 17 page finale. once again the Tododrama delivers. this was fucking phenomenal

[teddypan]

I'm sleep deprived and got random thoughts about Niragi... So I wrote this

Honestly, I was bored and tried writing something for the first time, English isn't my first language so there may be some mistakes

Warnings: little angst, an attempt at comfort, mention of sex, Niragi, made by a sleep-deprived soul

The reader is annoyed with Niragi and decides to do something about it

You had enough, ever since you came to the beach, and it's been going on for some time now, it seemed like Niragi's main job was to annoy you.

You were relaxing by the pool? He had to throw remarks your way. You were on patrol? God forbid if he didn't try to poke some idiocy into your brain. Finally, had free time to relax in your room? Nope, he had to find some problem that you specifically had to go and resolve.

As it went on, solely the sigh of his tall lanky ass made you angry, the worst thing? He did it all with a smirk on his face, fully knowing what impact it had on you. Thankfully for other residents of the beach, you controlled yourself and simply ignored him. Which, mind you, he didn't like. Everyone could see, that he wanted to get a reaction out of you.

Till today,

you just came back from a game. It was four spades and it was supposed to be easy since spades are your specialty, as a professional stunt woman for action scenes. But no, not today. Not only were your teammates useless, they nearly got you killed because of questioning your capability. The game was finished only thanks to you, and it made you angry like nothing before. Out of five people, three died because of their idiocy.

When you came back, with an irritated face and first clenched to the point of making your palms bleed, your mind pointed to a bar with alcohol. He chose to speak and break your last straw.

"Hah, how did you manage to kill them in that? Did they have to save your ass like every guy you know?" ...

That was it, at this point he could say anything and it still would do the same thing.

Stopping in your track, you turned around and walked to him. Grasped his sleeve and started walking towards your room. "Oh, did you finally realize you want me?" He asked. With no reply from you, he still allowed you to drag him with no resistance.

The moment you both entered your room, he tried to kiss you. But boy he wasn't prepared for your push. Stumbling he fell on your bed, getting the breath knocked out of him. His rifle lying forgotten somewhere on the floor.

His eyes were in full-blow shock, looking at you, only his upper body had slightly risen, his chest rising in jagged intervals.

At that moment you knew what you wanted to do, he wanted a reaction, and he will get one. With confined steps, you strode toward him eyes hooded with a mixture of lust and rage.

"you don't have to be so pushy, I would have gone to bed either way or are you that eager for me," Niragi said in a joking manner. But with you not saying anything, he started to look unsure

"hey, answer me when I ta-" before he could finish, you were standing above him. His words cough in his throat, the look you were giving him made chills run up his spine.

Hard, cold, and predatory. After a long time, he felt small, weak, frozen in place unable to move. His body wasn't listening to him. Niragi felt hopeless, your eyes reminded him of his school days.

As you were standing above him, you saw fear, he started to draw fast breaths. His face lost its color, his eyes became unfocused almost as if he started to have a panic attack. By your proximity, you could notice his trembling.

Then it happened, out of his throat come a soft gasp, followed by a whimper right after. Almost instantly he pulled his arms over his head like he wanted to protect his face. He wasn't crying, but soft gasps and whispers could be heard as if he was in pain.

Niragi couldn't see anymore, he was remembering, feeling like he was back under the bridge. It hurt, why was he weak, what did he do to get this treatment? He was out of it, almost like in trance.

That's when all your anger disappeared, yeah he may be a jerk and maniac. But he only annoyed you compared to others and it was bearable honestly. So at that moment you slowly sat on the bed to not alarm him. Leaned towards him and pulled his trembling form slowly into the arms.

Now you were sitting on the bed, with Niragi in your arms, leaning on you. After a while, as he heard your heart, he slowly calmed down and stopped making sounds and trembling. That's when he sat up completely, separating from you.

"you didn't see shit, you hear me? Nothing happens, forget everything if you tell someone I will-" Niragi closed his mouth when he saw the look in your eyes. "Yeah, I haven't seen anything, no worries," You said.

With that, he stood up, picked up his rifle, gave you a last look, and without a word left your room

After he left you lay on your bed thinking, about how this incident will change the dynamic between you two. It made you curious to know what made him act that way. With that, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

[aemiron-main]

Brenner’s Changing Bloodstains and The Moving Bodies During NINA: Is There A Version of the Massacre that El Did Commit?

I’ve posted about it Brenner’s changing bloodstains during NINA before here and here, but I wanted to talk today about how his bloodstains AND the moving/changing bodies in the rainbow room change, and how those two things are linked.

And I also talked about the moving bodies during NINA here, here and here (and here’s the full post list), incase you’re not sure what I’m talking about

So, we see this brenner, who has blood across both sides of his face:

And he’s shown with this dead body (who is now an adult with his eyes not gouged out, just closed and bleeding, see this post for the comparison of how his body changes throughout the massacre):

Like, here’s what the fully gouged out eyes look like in comparison:

But then we get this Brenner, who only has blood on one side of his face (see how there’s no blood on his screen right cheek?):

We get a closeup & we don’t get to see the room or what bodies are around this Brenner at ALL during this scene, but we DO see them in another scene, which I’ll come back to later.

And what’s interesting to me is that as I mentioned, the dead body that we see when the first Brenner comes in the room just has his eyes closed & bleeding, just like how Connie and the other agents died in S1:

Connie and the other agents still had their eyes- El was just telekinetically squeezing their brains so hard that their eyes started to bleed. Unlike Vecna, who gouges out the eyes/explodes the eyes. It’s two different styles of killing. Which is interesting, because Owens specifically draws attention to 001’s style of killing- and also, interestingly enough, the implies that the version of the bodies/massacre that Owens may have seen back in 1979 would’ve had Vecna-style gouged out eyes. But we don’t know if he really saw the bodies or just saw some pictures or if he saw Virginia’s body or what point of reference for the eyes made him realize that the killings were done by 001:

And part of me wonders if that version of the massacre with the first brenner/the brenner who only has blood on one side of his face/the one where the eyes arent gouged out is a version of the massacre that El did commit. After all, the style of killing is exactly the same as El’s, with the bleeding but not gouged out eyes and the lack of broken bones on that body.

And again, the Brenner who asks “what have you done,” is not the same Brenner, and the camera angle that we get is a.) very closeup but also b.) very tall. Taller than El for sure. But the perfect height to be Henry… Especially considering that NINA is supposed to be based on memories and camera footage, and this definitely isn’t camera footage, so then whose memory is it?

But also, remember how I said that we DO see the bodies with the second Brenner during another scene? Yeah, it’s during a non-NINA scene, it’s during the S4 EP1 sequence of Brenner on the day of the massacre.

Brenner looks down and sees this body:

Which is not the same as this one:

But bizarrely enough, IS exactly the same shot as what El supposedly saw during NINA (which is what the shot below is, that's from El's nina sequence) (and I’m working on a full analysis of all those closeup body shots)- why the hell was El seeing Brenner’s memories?

And this Brenner, from NINA? The scene of a Brenner, with blood on both sides of his face? walking into the room like this? It doesn’t happen at all during that S4 EP1 sequence.

And where this gets even MORE interesting is when we look at the bodies.

See 002 here during Brenner’s S4 EP1 sequence? And how he’s posed?

Okay, so then why is his pose AND his body shape/size COMPLETELY different during the NINA massacre scenes? Even the little red blocks im front of him disappear, and his legs are much smaller and less bruised during Brenner’s S4 EP1 sequence, and his arm completely changes positions AND there’s NO BLOOD on the chair in Brenner’s S4 EP1 memories.

And see the other kid laying on the ground and how they’re posed?

Yeah, they’re ALSO different in El’s NINA memories vs Brenner’s S4 EP1 memories- the position of the body stays the same this time (even though it does move around/change during other shots/memories), but EL’S position relative to the body changes & the position of furniture changes:

What the hell is going ON???

[steve0discusses]

Ep 46 Pt 2: Seto is Sad Now

I just want to take the time to fully appreciate Seto and Yami on the back of this horse.

You can’t tell me that the image alone of them on horse back where Seto is just on the back like it’s a motorcycle or something? Two cousins trying not to be weird about this mode of transportation while the tall one sits in the tiny seat?

 (which by the way, I didn’t realize it at the time, but uh my condolences to the shippers of Yami and Seto, they are...damn! They sure are cousins, aren’t they? Like a reverse Sailor Uranus/Sailor Neptune situation right here. Well, you still got modern Seto, but...sooo many lost fanfics out there, I’m sure, who were...probably not happy with this revelation.)

So I had to look this up because I’m not a horse girl, regrettably, I do not know enough about horses to know if two grown men can fit on the back of a horse without busting that horse’s spine in half. But, what I found out is: you don’t do this to a horse. I mean you can, but you shouldn’t.

Thing is...Yami is technically a kid in size, if memory serves, Yugi is still less than 100 lbs.

Maybe this horse is OK? this horse they occasionally use to skate down mountainsides? It’s not a real horse anyway, and honestly, this whole idea of the two on a horse is very funny to me so who cares.

(read more under the cut)

Also speaking of scientifically incorrect things in Yugioh, this was also very funny,

FAR BE IT FROM ME to get all technical and make some weird youtube video about all the historical inaccuracies in TV shows (which damn, I sure do hate those videos) but I can still laugh at it when it happens.

Bro just told me “bold of you to trust Google” and he’s correct. For all we know some AI just lied to me just now, so if you know some deep lore about trebuchets don’t be afraid to speak up.

Their horse pulls up to the line of out of touch trebuchets and warriors flanking the city, where we reunite as a cast minus Karim.

Yami then dumps this on me and it was so outlandish I could not tell if this was canon to the manga/original translation or if the dub decided this would be OK to do.

Just let the man die! He divorced his wife on horseback and then did not raise Seto, he abandoned this boy to kill thousands of people, just let Aknadin freakin die. Please, Yami, this is not up for debate, Yami. Let Aknadin freakin die he hella deserves it.

Agh, Dartz all over again, I swear this show didn’t used to feel the need to redeem it’s villains, youknow? Or maybe it was always like this but I forgot because of freakin long covid wiping a year of my life, I don’t freaking know. But if/when Aknadin comes back I genuinely can’t see how he and Seto could ever fix their relationship on this planet Earth.

Anyway, speaking of being tired beyond your ability, Yami remembers just how many fireballs he took to the chest today and decides to just keel over. Good thing he didn’t do this on the back of the horse.

Relatable, honestly, this is what I do nowadays when I have to stand too long because I decided to cook 2 things instead of 1. Yami just has long covid, he’ll be fine. Just find a couch and do a big sittie, Yami.

Like damn, Yami, maybe should’ve let Seto at least drive the horse?

And so the trebuchets fire off with all this animation that a bunch of people looked at, and after them, these scenes passed over like 100 more people’s hands, and no one at any point said “yo they used sleds instead of wheels in Egyptian sands, right?” and they were...like they were from the wrong anime really, but please admire the wings on these “trebuchets”

freakin nerf guns made out of logs hahaha.

Anyway, Bakura noticed.

Sad Seto starts botching it so poorly that it, in fact, triggers the end of the world.

Could’ve been Isis commanding the troops. Or Grandpa. Or Shad- no wait, no actually...

...probably shouldn’t be Shada.

But I think that Isis would not have needed that necklace to know throwing logs at the enemy would not work. Especially since this particular enemy is like...all log.

Thanks for the America shout-out Yugioh, my warm and fuzzy patriotic vibes go off in my heart every time I see lady liberty in an apocalyptic setting, not gonna lie.

I make fun, but it really did take Yami a while to figure out what the hell Bakura was implying here.

Lets admire the guy in the very back who looks like he just lost his glasses so he’s just gonna sit it out directly on the ground.

I will not revise the death count. They died. They died right in front of me. This is clearly a ghost.

They’re just back now. They’ve done this before where they magically come back to life, it’s never explained, and I’m used to it. Rex and Weevil are god tier and it’s never ever explained. I’m ready for them to die again every time I see them on this show. But this show will never let go of these bastards because like...well I don’t know, really, but it feels like the show runners REALLY like these two and I’ll let them have their comfort OCs.

LISTEN.

So I know I was going to put a towel on this boy’s enormous smiling dong, but it would, in fact, make it more obscene to put the towel on him in this particular scene than to go without the towel.

And yes, it did grow larger than the last time we saw it, and no... I don’t think we should analyze that.

Meanwhile we have run out of useless logs and their out of place trebuchets.

Blue Eyes just sitting on the bleachers being like “no dawg, it’s fine! I’m fine, we’re all fine!”

And then we uh, killed Shadi.

It happened so quickly I think the dub actually removed a scene where he gets hit. Like suddenly Yami’s in danger, then it cuts away, and then Shadi is just on the ground like “you get em buddy” and he kicks it.

What an unceremonious way for this creep to die.

And of all the times! He has been threatening to die this entire season! And I guess it’s better than getting bricked in the head by Aknadin, but still...a lightning bolt huh?

And in case you were like “so why is he this weird ghost that haunts us 5000 years later?” That’s apparently answered in like the movie, from what bro tells me. I forget which. I want to say it’s Dark Side of Dimensions, that movie I keep threatening to watch. He hasn’t seen it either, he doesn’t know.

Anyway, we made it through another episode, and yes, it was Shadi who died.

I cannot believe how long Grandpa has held out this season, can you? I can’t believe it at all.

We’ll catch up again next episode, where...it feels like this is the finale guys. Wow. We’ve come so far. And again, I wish I was in a better state to write, because I feel like I used to be a lot more in depth and just...more analytical. 

But really, this season is just pretty freaking weird. Like there is stuff to analyze here. There are things to get out of it. But I spend so long being like “and then this weird thing happened, and that weird thing happened” that I’m still just stringing together the nonsense and I’m not really appreciating the forest for the trees.

But I’m sure those things will come to me in time, if they really are that important to glean from this season, even if it may be in some later episode or some sort of post-season essay I feel like writing (I probably won’t). But until then, we’ll just admire the dickface they convinced 4kids to put on TV.

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[four-loose-screws]

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Chapter 5 - To Mila's Shrine

Part 3 - Royal Bloodline

No matter what they may think or how they have lived until now, mystery is said to be what touches people’s hearts. If so, then those who look upon the endless mysteries of Mila’s Shrine have hearts just strong enough to be able to withstand them. 

The shrine’s magnificence was unlike any other, with stone pillars so giant even a cluster of thousand year old trees twisted together could not compare. And the myths told of Mila throughout time were carved upon the surface of every pillar. Each scene was no more than a speck, and they were so detailed and infinite in number that they were enough to make anyone believe the shrine had existed here since even before the beginning of the universe.

Celica felt as if she was seeing the reality of everything she had spent her life serving until now, and realized instantly that she had always been on the right path. She cried from the very bottom of her heart in front of the shrine.

The group immediately passed through the temple's front gate, marveling at the murals painted on the high ceiling. The images reflected on the surface of the fountain, full of pure water like that of a lake. The entire scene made everyone feel as if they were in an entirely different world. As they walked around the edge of the fountain in awe, several statues of Mila's servants stood tall like a rocky mountain all the way up to the ceiling, staring down at the group wishing to transcend.

Valbar transcended to Baron and was given a thick suit of armor, Saber transcended to Dread Fighter and was given a deep black cloak, Leo transcended to Sniper and was given a crossbow, Atlas transcended to Mercenary and was given the strength needed to match other units, and the sisters promoted to Falcon Knight and were given falcons. Everyone’s cries of pain as they transcended echoed endlessly against the shrine's high ceiling, especially the agonizing neighs of the sisters' pegasi as their foreheads split open to grow horns. And as Genny recited the words to complete the ceremony, she was recognized for her deep faith, and also transcended herself to the highest class of all healing units, Saint. 

Saber fully accepted his new class and what he now must do. He put on the black cloak, walked over to Celica, and told her goodbye. It had been her deepest desire this entire journey to see Mila restored to power. Now that they had arrived at the shrine, all she had left to do was complete the ceremony to do just that.

“We will leave immediately to defeat Grieth.” Saber said.

Celica did not hesitate to remove the Blessed Sword’s sheath from her belt and hand the blade over to him. “We will follow you shortly. Those from Novis will stay here, and follow me. We will go to Mila’s altar together.”

Celica’s voice echoed off the ceiling, and Genny, Boey, and Mae all followed after her, splitting Mila’s Restoration Army into two groups. 

“Falcon Knights of Archanea, we pray for Est’s rescue.”

“May Mila grant you her divine blessing.” 

The first group each prayed one after the other for the fortunes of war to be with the others.

-

Celica and her group became concerned that a priest was nowhere to be seen. Shrines were supposed to be safe from any and all depravity or war that might try to corrupt them. No matter how large Grieth's army of thieves became, so long as there were units alive blessed with the the divine protection of the gods, he would never be able to lay a hand on the shrine. If the shrine was not corrupted, then the priests would still be living in peace here. However, they were nowhere to be found.

There was only one possibility that came to their minds. Mila's soul was already no longer here. She was lost, and already gone from the shrine. The color drained from Celica's face, but still, her only option was to hurry further underground to the crypt.

Just as antlion larvae hide themselves underground, a huge hole shaped like a mortar had been dug deep into the ground, and at the bottom was the crypt. It fit the description Celica learned at the priory perfectly. It was at the end of a simple hallway carved into rock, the complete opposite of the grand upper floor. Being underground, it was difficult to breathe, but at the end, she saw a priest guarding the door to the crypt. 

Celica patted her chest in relief. 'Mila’s physical form is safe!' She thought.

However, even when she gave her name, the priest did not react strongly. Saying that she knew Saint Nomah was no different.

"Though names from long ago touch my heart, only those who are of Zofia's bloodline can open this door." The priest said wearily, sitting on the throne that had been carried underground and placed in front of the door.

'Impossible!' Celica thought. 'There should be no such rule!'

"How dare you say such a thing to us!" Boey growled. "We have come all the way from Novis Island to figure out what has happened to Mila. Open the door this instant!"

"It does not matter where you are from. Only those of the royal bloodline can pass through here."

"But everyone in the royal family is dead!” 

Infuriated, Boey went to grab the priest by his chest, but Celica stopped him. Then, she looked straight into the priest's eyes. They were red, as if he had been crying, but she also saw a light of deep respect for her within them.

'He's not looking at me as a Priestess. He knows who I am.' Celica thought. 'He knows for certain who I am, yet he says he will not allow me inside? Why would he do that?'

"As the priestess of Novis Priory, I will perform the ceremony that will restore Mila to power. Please allow us inside." Celica said, each word spoken slowly and clearly.

"No." The priest answered. The tone of his words changed suddenly, and came mixed with tears. Celica sighed, then called over Boey and Mae, communicating to them to each cast a Fire spell on her signal.

"As a Priestess, I am warning you. If you do not move, you will not keep your life!"

“No!" The priest shouted once again and stood up from the throne. He was acting strange. He pulled out a small knife, which a priest would never be allowed to have. Mae started to cast a Fire spell, but he danced over to her and held the knife against her throat.

“What are you doing?! You're an imposter, aren't you?!” Boey shouted, and halted his spell.

But the cord-like mark around the arm he used to entrap Mae was unquestionably that of a priest.

"I have no choice but to resist you!" The priest said, his face now puffy because of his tears. He had already abandoned each and every aspect of his sacred duties. "My wife was taken hostage by Grieth. Just thinking about how he and his men might be violating her makes me feel like there is no good left in this world. Please. All of you are strong. Please save my wife. Because this world is so corrupt that it would allow these things to happen, and because of who you are, Lady Celica, I beg you. You have my word that I will not take this girl's life. When you bring my wife back home alive, I promise you that I will open the door. I beg you… please…" The priest shouted through his tears, still holding Mae under his arm.

Mae became enraged and said to Boey,

"Attack him! Don't worry about me, just attack him! If you don't, then I'll finally know for sure that you're still a child! Babbling baby Boey!"

But Boey did not move. He could prepare a spell and hit the priest without hurting Mae, but Celica had not ordered him to do so.

Celica hesitated for a moment, then said, "Wait here, Mae. Please be patient. We will come back for you. Do as he says, and don't resist! Just wait right here."

Genny felt that Celica was acting strange. She couldn't imagine the priest was that strong. It should be easy for them to threaten or disarm him. Wasn't Mae right, that it was Celica's responsibility as a high ranking unit to perform the ritual immediately, even if it meant sacrificing someone? It certainly was a cruel thought, but was it not her duty? Genny and the others were ready to support her no matter what. 

But Celica concluded that was the most cowardly of solutions. She personally knew very deeply the regret one felt when their family was torn apart, and so she likely sympathized with the priest's sadness at his wife being taken hostage. But Mila's restoration would directly affect Alm's fate. They had not a moment to waste.

When Celica turned away from the door, she said to the priest, "We entrust Mila to you until we return."

The priest stared at his feet and did not respond. That was probably all he could do. Mila's physical body was no longer behind that door. She was gone from the shrine. This event had confirmed that for Celica. If she was still in the room, the priest would have no explanation for his tragically immoral actions. 

'We might have to go to Rigel and step foot within Duma's territory…' That premonition made the color drain from her face.

-

When they reunited with the rest of the group much sooner than expected, Saber and the others were at first pleasantly surprised, but the moment they realized Mae was gone, and Genny explained to them everything that had happened, their joy immediately turned into anger.

Ever since Mae was taken hostage, Boey's spirit had been gone entirely. Leo tried his hardest to console him, but he still cried deeply afterwards.

Reuniting with Palla and Catria worked especially well to cheer him up, but the way he was charming and sweet with them made it more and more clear that he was actually deeply in love with Mae.

However, they could not afford to worry about Mae any further. Before them were the wastelands of the desert, the world ruled by the great Brigand King Grieth.

[cosmic-kinglet]

I have written a hypothetical scene! I may add to this later, but I'm tired, and this is a pretty solid start to where I imagine things could go if Ruin is semi-cured.

Basic scene:

Eclipse becomes curious about the plans stored away in Ruin's files and decides to question his prisoner. Instead, he discovers the one who actually created the plans.

Enjoy!

After hours spent looking through files while simultaneously attempting to track down the creator, Eclipse had found quite a few interesting blueprints. His thoughts wandered to his prisoner, which wasn't surprising, considering the files and blueprints had been taken from him. So many designs and plans, and all for very familiar targets. Ruin also seemed to want Sun and Moon gone. And yet, how could someone so timid create such elaborate and brutal plans?

     As thoughts and questions continued swirling in his mind, and as he seemed to be making little progress in finding the creator, it all became too much. Eclipse needed to know what was going on. With this thought, Eclipse rose from his chair and made his way to the holding cells.

     The moment Eclipse stepped out of his lab, a faint echo hit his sensors. It wasn't a scream, nor was it cries. It was soft, gentle, melodic. Eclipse stood tall and rigid. Was someone...humming? With a breath in, he continued toward the cells. The humming continued to echo, and Eclipse was ashamed by the speed of his motor. The tune became clearer as he neared the cell holding Ruin,

     🎶Da dada da da~ da dada da dai~ya-da dada da da dai~ya-da🎶

     Upon reaching the cell, Eclipse could now see Ruin sat on the floor, hunched over. He was running his index finger across the floor, as if creating scratches within his mind. Eclipse had come there fully intent on immediate questioning, but the questions he had now drowned the questions he'd had before. Still, he stood silent, waiting to see if Ruin would even realize there was anyone there.

     His wait was not long. Within just a few seconds, Ruin's head slowly tilted upward, meeting Eclipse's stunned gaze.

     "Ah~, hello again. Is there something you needed from me?" Ruin's voice was unchanged, but his tone seemed different somehow.

     Eclipse, stunned all over again by Ruin's words, was silent for a moment. He tried to remove the uncertain look from his eyes, but some part of him knew he had already been caught. Still, he composed himself quickly.

     "Listen. I found some plans within your files. It seems that we have a similar desire."

     Ruin clunkily rose to his feet. "Oh~! So, you found the plans to torture Sun and Moon, did you?" He stepped closer to the barrier, leaned in, and whispered, "Quite nice, aren't they?"

     Despite his best efforts, Eclipse couldn't stop the surprise from reaching his eyes, nor could he keep his body from leaning away, despite knowing the barrier would keep the two separated.

     Eclipse squinted his eyes, and his voice reached a low gravel. "What's wrong with you?"

     Ruin tilted his head to one side. "Why, whatever do you mean?" The playfulness in his voice was obvious. He was teasing Eclipse. "What would e~ver lead you to think there was anything wrong with me?" Ruin then pulled the most dramatic gasp he could muster. "Could it be?! Have we spoken before? Do I seem different than I did then?"

     At this point, the shock had worn off, and Eclipse could only roll his eyes. "Okay, I get it. You've got your own little thing going on here. I'm familiar."

     Ruin lept forward, planting both hands onto the barrier. "Of course you are! You and Sun were once in much the same situation." He then removed his hands from the barrier and instead held them in a contemplative manner. "Although, I don't have quite as much free control as you did."

     "How so?"

     Ruin gave a heavy sigh. "Alas, I have very little control over my time here. It simply comes and goes, with no real pattern or cause."

     Eclipse crossed his arms. "So, basically you could be gone at any second?"

     Ruin raised a pointed finger to the sky. "Corr~ect! It's pure chance that we have met here, and I have no idea how much longer we have to speak! Now," he sat back down, legs crossed, head resting on his clasped hands, "I believe we have a lot to discuss."

[aaluminiumas]

The Dress

They had no other choice, and they fully acknowledged all the risks they were about to take. John understood it from the very beginning, maybe with even more clarity than her, but now, standing in front of the old wooden door leading to the shabby house, he couldn’t bring himself to knock. 

Usually, he felt no hesitation. He crawled here at night, scratched on the beaten-up wood, and hurried inside, immediately wrapping his arms around her fragile frame, showering her with kisses; she laughed and turned around to close the blinds, sending him to the kitchen to brew some tea or grab a cookie she’d just baked. He never groped for words, he was never at a loss, especially with her, eagerly listening to whatever tale he had to tell, but now the eloquent priest, notorious for his circumlocution, realized that his head was empty. Not a single thought entered his mind. Not a single word slid off his tongue. John even doubted that he should be here at all. 

Taking a deep breath, he tried to shake off the stupor chaining his limbs. The upcoming ceremony drove him crazy, he would be more than happy to delegate and never witness the dramatic scene, but he was the only pastor to officiate. It was, metaphorically, his cross to bear—as a comeuppance for all the sins he’d committed. God, no doubt angry with the behavior of his not-so-obedient servant, left no opportunity to slough off the painful duty, and John did not repine against such a cruel decision. After all, he comprehended the motives: this was one of the rare moments when God was perfectly clear.

My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word.

Whenever the man imagined his Millie wearing a white dress for another man, he felt an uncontrollable surge of ire boiling within him and instigating him to do unkind, outright evil things. As a man of the church, as someone purported to listen to lengthy confessions of the most formidable sins, John was deeply ashamed of his own thoughts and tried to stifle them, but even oppressed, they burned him to the core, turning him into a pile of ashes. He could barely subdue the ravaging emotion sweeping over him with the ferocity he had never experienced before: for the first time in his life, the Bible offered no help. No matter how frequently he opened the Scripture, striving to find the right verse, sober his reasoning, and maintain his famous sangfroid, he saw nothing: the blurry lines of the old book smeared across the page, sending his mind far away. 

He repented, of course. Still a devout priest, he spent hours in his room, praying his sins away, but this remedy failed too—for an obvious reason, which John had difficulty admitting. 

He was not honest. Yes, Monsignor John Pruitt promoting sincerity and spiritual integrity, was not genuine with God anymore, repeating one and the same prayer, asking for forgiveness, and locking himself in a confessional. He did it all pro-forma, automatically, by default; he reiterated and reiterated in a foolish attempt to ingratiate himself with Him and, primarily, assuage his guilty conscience. 

Hence, no mercy came from above—and he didn't really count on it anymore. Not that it meant anything to him. Not after the woeful image of Millie getting ready for the wedding.

Finally collecting himself and taking his emotions under control, John lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

No answer.

A feeling of nauseating sorrow gave way to a growing wave of concern. Millie, an impatient little thing, rushed to the door each time she sensed his presence. He could creep in the dead of night in absolute darkness, making no noise, and she would somehow feel him around, opening the door seconds before his arrival.

It didn't happen. The woman did not push her nose in the street, trying to distinguish his tall figure among the trees and the bushes.

 “Millie?” he called, voice ringing with worry. “Millie? You in there?”

His voice always made her promptly open that door, either for a midnight date or other special occasion that demanded her presence, but not today. Today... something was off. He couldn't hear her light steps on the creaky floor; he couldn't catch the cupboard doors plaintively clinking; he couldn't discern any sound coming from within—

As if the house was empty.

The priest felt his limbs freezing with dread. Could she just have fallen asleep, affected by the turmoil and stresses of the island, unusually animated, bubbling, and buzzing in the bizarre condition of the previously unknown helter-skelter? Or did she recede to safety, to her darkest corner where she could gather her thoughts and ponder over the decisions she was about to make? Or, maybe, she paid a visit to George's family, his numerous sisters? She was never good at doing her hair. She'd said so herself.

While his heart warmed with the sudden memory of her sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her thick, dark hair, John still nervously shifted from foot to foot on her porch. The priest peeped into the nearest window, hoping to discern the delicate silhouette, but saw nothing: the living room was empty, so was the kitchen, or at least the part he managed to make out from his position. Where was she? Off to the church already? Meeting her would-be in-laws as he'd earlier surmised? Discussing the nuptial with the groom himself?

Hardly.

As someone who spent hours in this very house, knowing its every nook and cranny, John perfectly knew the layout: not only could he roughly estimate where the rooms were situated and how the furniture was arranged, but he also could visualize the windows Millie would have to pass by in order to enter the corridor. Still, the woman was nowhere to be seen: she didn't dust the shelves as she used to, bake a cake in the kitchen, or read a book on her favorite sofa. Nor did she knit, listen to music, or quietly wait for him… and there were not a lot of places on Crockett where she could—or wanted to—go.

And the building itself. It seemed dauntingly empty, practically dead. The construction bore a weird atmosphere of eerie lifelessness, lacking Millie’s attention to detail and comfort. 

The man felt his blood go cold: something did indeed happen. He felt it with his skin. But what exactly? Could she have done something to herself? She'd seemed so confident the night before, fiddling with hairpins and the mirror, occasionally pressing a rosebud to her temple. Heartbroken, yes. Millie was heartbroken, but she nonetheless put on a brave face, saying she knew what she was doing. Determined. Strong. Unhesitating. Ready to protect their future at all costs. 

With a heavy heart, the man remembered how unwilling he was to listen, with his mouth agape, staring at her in disbelief. Frantically whispering, she insisted that it was their only way; it had to be done if they still wanted to live on the island as they used to.

If they still wanted to live on this godforsaken island, belonging to just as the godforsaken state of Washington, situated in the godforsaken area of the godforsaken United States of America. 

If they still wanted to. 

Did they? He never really asked. When they were lying in bed, dreaming on and on, counting the hours till dawn, John preferred to think of other, more pleasant things. He told Millie about art he saw in the Vatican City, mentioned various pictures he admired in Florence, imagining them walking across the streets of Rome... And she just listened, sometimes chuckling and not really interrupting his rapt ramblings, but her mind was clearly elsewhere. Then she stood up, stark naked, and basked in the translucent moonlight. That's where he gaped at her, entranced by her beauty, slightly dazed and embarrassed by the boldness. 

Soon John discovered that she was pregnant, and he realized he couldn't quite process the situation. Millie may have expected him to take measures, but the priest felt stymied to act. Her pregnancy complicated the already intricate condition, and the man, genuinely horrified, found out that he didn't possess enough courage to step down from the altar. 

He did not possess enough courage to take her away. 

“Millie?” the man managed to find his voice again, turning the doorknob.

Again, no answer. To his great surprise—and much to his terror—the door was not locked.

The tacky paws of fear crept across his back and stuck to the nape of his neck.

“Millie, I am coming,” John shouted indecisively, careful not to touch anything but nonetheless quietly closing the door behind him.

Adjusting his collar and clearing his throat, John crawled through the narrow corridor, intently looking around, hoping to spot a note, a tiny sticker with a short message written in her minuscule handwriting. Focusing on the scanty furniture, the man struggled to squelch the panic rising in his heart. What was he about to see? She never ignored him—never. Even when they quarreled, quite rarely though, Millie nonetheless welcomed him, greeted him with a modest smile, and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips, pushing the door close behind him.

She'd been waiting for him as long as needed. She never gave up on him, and he betrayed her by letting her make such a decision, by letting the woman sacrifice herself, her hopes and dreams.

“Millie?” John called in the umpteenth time, heading over to the bedroom. “Are you here?”

The oak door of the bedroom did not penetrate a single sound from within, and John, bracing himself, placed his hand on the brass knob.

The sight unfolding before his eyes petrified him, scarring the man for life. From this moment on, he knew that it was the picture he would never erase from his memory.

Mildred, his smiling, cheerful Millie dressed in white, was sitting in front of a scuffed pier glass, senselessly and listlessly staring at her own reflection. She certainly tried to primp up and, judging by the scarce cosmetics now lying scattered before her, did her best to look good: she had taken the occasion seriously, but something stopped her.

Not even being present, he did.

She would have looked peerless. She would have been the most beautiful bride among many others, and he'd seen a fair share, but she would have topped them all if not for her pale face, turning into a mask of pain. This absolute lack of reaction, silent grief, her lukewarm caramel eyes, now faded hollow pits of despair—the sight filled him with the consternation he had never felt before.

How could he do this to her?

 “Millie? Millie, love,” John muttered under his breath, darting towards the woman and kneeling before her tiny frame, taking her limp hands in his. Knowing the doors were open for everyone to see, knowing that people could easily discover them, the man suddenly realized that he no longer cared. The nascent fear to lose her—for good—transformed him completely, making him forget about his ephemeral duty before the congregation.

“I… can’t do it, John,”  Millie rustled, her voice barely heard. “I can’t.”

John pressed her knuckles to his lips, the cold touch sending chills down his spine. He turned her into a ghost of a woman, an apparition, chirring across the house, and he wielded no power over the circumstances, he could not undo it, no matter how hard he prayed or how much effort he put into his responsibilities. She had been planning it for months, he had been preparing for weeks, they—

 “I can’t, John,” she muttered, her eyes filling with tears she strove to hold back. “I just can’t go there.”

John swallowed thickly, his mind working frantically.

 “Millie, you… You don’t have to. We will find another way,” he rambled, squeezing her fingers, trying to warm them up. “You do not have to go through this. I know there are—”

 “I am weak, John,” Mildred implored, interrupting him, her eyes finally diverting to the man, and he felt his heart breaking at his point. “I started all this. I offered this scheme, thinking I’d created a perfect plan, but I couldn’t have ever imagined how greatly I’d fail. I cannot do it. I cannot go there and pretend to be a happy, normal bride everyone is expecting to see. I cannot.”

 “Millie—”

Her name stuck to his tongue. What could he possibly do to help her? What could he possibly say to mollify her? He loved her determination, her sense of responsibility, but wasn’t it the moment when she should just flip it off and... What’s next? A truthful voice in his head rang. What’s next? What do you want her to do, a pregnant woman on a miserable island, all alone, without a family who’d protect her from the side glances, gossip, and humiliating jokes and discussions? Do you want her to proudly carry her burden, constantly listening to disparaging jeers of fellow citizens, trying to guess the baby's father's identity? Do you want her to bear with bullying that would certainly transfer to her—ultimately yours as well! —child studying at school? No. This was more than he could handle.

And still, he couldn’t impose it on her. Even by Crockett's low standards, it was an atrocity beyond any normal mind.

“Millie,” John said finally, finding his voice. “Millie, you are the strongest woman I know. But this ordeal, this torment is much more than a person can handle. You are not a Christian martyr to go through this; you are not Saint Sebastian or Jesus Christ Himself; these throes will not—” his voice broke, but he managed to grope for the right words, “You have already proven your strength to whoever questioned. You do not need to go on. Millie,” the priest pleaded, his voice dropping down a notch. “Refuse. Say no. Do not do it to yourself.”

Out of the blue, her face, lifeless and gray, beamed: she gave him the smallest of smiles, revealing the gentle lover he knew so well. For a split second, the man felt his heart flutter; his eyes sparkled with one of the sweetest memories when he kissed the very same smile an hour before dawn. 

Her gentle hands cupped his face, thumbs brushed across his lips.

“I must,” the woman breathed out, her sad eyes gazing at him. “For the sake of our own future. For the sake of our baby. For the sake of our peaceful—or relatively peaceful—life on Crockett Island.” Another wistful smile. “You can easily imagine what happens if something less outstanding comes out. Remember, our highly inquisitive Mrs. Keane started an affair with one of the fishermen and then dumped him for unobvious reasons? The island was roaring. Or that death of old age that happened to take our respectable Mr. Whittaker, the doctor. Everyone was sure it was either a curse, an unknown disease, or a poison.” She paused for a moment, unable to squash a chuckle. “Think of us, John. If this comes out…” 

Her voice petered out. She didn’t finish the sentence, but he could easily guess what she implied.

Collecting herself, Mildred stood up. John, staring in awe, couldn’t process the situation: it was the simplest dress possible, but the pride she put into her posture, the inflexibility of her stature, the determination in her otherwise puffy eyes made him hold his breath. She could have been his.

She could have been his, had he said the right word.

She could have been his, had he been half as brave.

Standing up, the man looked her in the eye. Millie hurried to wipe off a fleeing tear and turned around.

For a moment, the woman stood still, staring at the figures, reflected in the mirror. A bride in a white dress, her face drawn, but her posture proudly straight. A tall man dressed in dark colors, his shoulders slightly slouching forward.

 “It still could be us,” Millie suddenly blurted out in a whisper.

A spark of recognition, a weird thought struck him like lightning. Even though he didn't fully understand the meaning behind her words, something stirred inside of him, sending a tingling sensation to the tips of his fingers.

“We still... could flee.”

John doubted he'd heard her correctly: her voice was so quiet that it got covered by the susurrus of her dress. Dumbfounded by the strange, unexpected proposition, the man shuddered, unable to grasp the idea. But before he could collect his wits and answer, Millie, swallowing a lump in her throat, uttered, “Please... Help me with the dress.”

His trembling fingers touched the zipper, feeling the familiar warmth her body exuded. In a moment of spiritual weakness, he wondered whether they were desecrating the sacrament of marriage. They most certainly were; she was wearing this white dress, though she was no longer innocent and was expecting a baby. She never loved the man she was about to be married to. They were deceiving God Himself to make their game fairer, while there was only one option he should have pondered over.

The priest leaned forward to press a kiss on the back of her neck, on the seventh vertebra, exactly where the zipper ended, engulfing the woman in a cloud of frankincense.

 “Millie,” he whispered, his long nose grazing across her pale skin. “Please… Try to be happy… if you can.”

The woman nodded and silently squeezed his hand.

[live-laugh-loverpool]

I want a fanfic that went back in time a little, but specifically in 2019, when Liverpool won the Champions League.

More specifically the fateful scene in which @alissonbecksfan234 and I always talk: the one where Ali kisses Virgil on the cheek. I would love to see something cute and funny out of this because I laughed so hard when I saw the video.

For me it might be platonic, I don't care.

💚💛💙

Sorry it took so long! Here it is

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @rubybecker-rb2

Just One Kiss…And A Six-Pack of Beer

They’d won the Champions’ League.

Van Dijk had never imagined this would happen. As a young boy he’d imagined playing football for a big club, simple as that.

He’d never imagined playing for Klopp, and meeting his teammates. He’d never imagined winning the Champions’ League so young.

After Van Dijk and his teammates had partied long and hard into the night, he’d fallen asleep—although he wasn’t sure how he’d got into bed. He didn’t care: there were dancing, jubilant spirits in the air, there were three bottles of beer in his system, and there was a gold medal around his neck.

When he’d woke up, the bright summer sun shone through his hotel window, as if erasing the previous night. For a moment, Van Dijk feared it was all just a dream.

Then he felt the welcome weight of the golden medal on his lightly-clad chest. Then he heard snoring next to him.

Wait a minute. I’m not sharing a room!

That wasn’t fully true. Van Dijk was sharing a room with Gini Wijnaldum. But Wijnaldum had fallen asleep earlier than him, knocked out in Robinson’s bed. Plus, Wijnaldum snores were deeper.

Yawning, Van Dijk tries to make out who was asleep next to him. The figure was much too large to be Wijnaldum, and for a moment Van Dijk thought Klopp had crashed next to him. What a story that would be to tell. But this person had dark hair, and his arms were wrapped around Van Dijk.

Ah-ha! Van Dijk smiled to himself upon seeing Alisson snoozing away next to Van Dijk, holding on to the Dutchman like a koala—albeit a fuzzy-haired, tall koala. Van Dijk and Alisson had become good friends since the younger man had joined Liverpool as their new goalkeeper. They’d bonded slowly, since Alisson had, at first, preferred to hang out with the other Brazilians in the team. But after a win vs. Leicester where Alisson had made his first real mistake of the season, Van Dijk had found him in a broom closet for the first time. And the rest, as they say, was history.

Alisson pressed closer to Van Dijk, reminding him of the team’s plans for the day. As much as Van Dijk found a sleeping Alisson pretty cute, he didn’t want to miss the plane back to Liverpool.

“Ali, time to wake up now.” Van Dijk shook the Brazilian until he was awake.

“Ugh…sleep. Hold on, Virgil?” Alisson immediately pried himself off Van Dijk once he realized they were in the same bed. “What are you doing here?”

“More like what are you doing here. We’re in my bed,” Van Dijk explained. “Did you carry me to bed last night?”

“Bobby asked me to…he wanted to but you’re taller than him. So I picked you up and brought you to bed. You were drunk on beer.”

“Don’t remind me,” Van Dijk groaned. Already, he could feel the effects of a hangover coming on. “My head’s swimming.”

“Lads!” Milner appeared out of nowhere, sticking his head around the door. The vice-skipper was in an odd combination of his pajama shirt and his kit shorts, a club headscarf and his medal wrapped around his head. Milner was one of the few people who hadn’t managed to get drunk the night before. “The gaffer says it’s time for breakfast.”

Alisson groaned at the thought of breakfast. Even though he didn’t make much noise, Van Dijk flinched at the sound.

“You two aren’t the only ones stuck with hangovers,” Milner chuckled upon seeing his teammates’ state. “About three-quarters of the squad are suffering the effects of too much partying. The gaffer included, but he managed to pull together a decent breakfast.”

“If I know the boss’s definition of a ‘decent breakfast’, he’s brought out nearly every item in the kitchen. But I’m coming,” Van Dijk yawned, hustling himself out of bed. “My head’s killing me.”

Milner smirked, rolling his eyes. No doubt because Van Dijk never showed up to training or anything as less than dignified. “Take these aspirins for your headache. And Ali?”

Alisson didn’t even bother to nod. The very mention of breakfast had completely paled him. He managed to raise a finger in acknowledgement before crashing against the pillows again.

Milner shook his head, placing a bottle of water and a plate of saltines near Alisson’s bed. “He’ll feel better in time for the victory parade.”

*

This was Van Dijk’s first British victory parade. The Dutchman had decided he already loved it, singing along with the PA system and his teammates. It might have been loud and a little off-key, but Van Dijk didn’t care for now. There was plenty of time to take summer singing lessons.

There was plenty of beer and champagne on the bus, as well. Aside from the customary champagne spraying, most of the Liverpoolians didn't drink enough to get hangovers, if they drank at all. It was a stark comparison to the booze fest they’d enjoyed the night of the final.

Van Dijk didn’t even need to look around to tell Alisson was having a good time. He’d been singing along with the other Brazilians, loudly and jubilantly, a Liverpool scarf wrapped around his head. His singing wasn’t as off-key as the others, thankfully so since almost everybody was singing off key.

An interviewer came up to Van Dijk, asking him some questions. Van Dijk was in the middle of answering when he spotted Alisson approaching him. He hadn’t thought much of it, since he and Alisson were good friends by now.

But then Alisson kissed him on the cheek. IN PUBLIC. In front of cameras and broadcasting stations.

Grateful to the sun for concealing the slight reddening on his face, Van Dijk quickly finished his short interview and pushed his way through the team. He had to talk to Alisson about this—there was no way that he couldn’t.

Eventually he found Alisson on the other end of the bus. He was talking with Firmino and Fabinho, and the two didn’t move when Van Dijk settled near Alisson.

“So…about that kiss back there.” Van Dijk had never been good at talking about things, so he decided to get to the point. “Are you crushing on me or something?!”

“Am I…o quê?!” Alisson spun to face Firmino and Fabinho, who were laughing their heads off. “Vocês me pregaram uma peça…”

“Foi tão engraçado!” Firmino laughed, leaning against the sides of the bus to catch his breath. “Uma vez que temos a imagem em nossas mentes, nós apenas tivemos que vê-la na vida real.”

Alisson was red and hot all over, blushing nearly the same color as the jersey. “Você me fez beijar Virg na frente das câmeras!”

Fabinho grinned at Alisson like a Cheshire cat, clearly unapologetic. “Você concordou com isso! Pelo menos não tivemos você beijando ele na boca…”

“Fábio Henrique Tavares, seu demônio!”

“What’s going on?” Van Dijk couldn’t keep up with the conversation in Portuguese very well. “What did they do?”

Alisson turned to Van Dijk with an exasperated sigh. “I’m so sorry about that, Virg! Fabi and Bobby tricked me into kissing you!”

Van Dijk’s mouth dropped open in shock, while Fabinho and Firmino laughed so hard, they had to lean on each other for support.

“Don’t get me wrong, Ali, I like you,” Van Dijk said, reading Alisson’s thoughts. “But next time, don’t kiss me like that on camera, okay? You’ll start up rumors.”

“Would a hug be better?” Alisson asked, already wrapping his arms around Van Dijk.

The Dutchman rolled his eyes, affectionately ruffling Alisson’s hair. “We’ll stick with the hugs.”

[thelightningthatjumpsbetween]

Thirty Five

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Sequel of Winters and the Beast, a Resident Evil: Village Story

Table Of Contents

This didn’t feel like "his" world, he noted.  He peered at his left hand.  The usual pin thin white scars that separated his regrown digits from his reconstructed body were gone; his hand was whole.  Ethan narrowed his eyes.  

When he walked through the wall, he had not emerged back in the 'human' world. That meant this was…? 

“Fuck,” Ethan exhaled, realizing he knew, suddenly, why he could hear Alcina upstairs.  

She was actually upstairs.

He only had moments of confirming the Duke’s seal before a pain shot through Ethan’s forehead, and he dropped to one knee.  

The crushing pressure, the sinking feeling that plagued Ethan as he’d walked through the castle, returned.  Now it wasn’t just an emotional sensation, it was affecting him physically.  His ears rang, and the stabbing pain seemed to flow all through his body.  He got the distinct feeling that something was moving.  Changing.  Despite the throbbing in his head he looked up, searching with now-fully-blackened eyes as if the answer lay in the chamber around him.  

He intuited, somehow, that he was not where he had originally thought. 

This didn’t feel like "his" world, he noted.  He peered at his left hand.  The usual pin thin white scars that separated his regrown digits from his reconstructed body were gone; his hand was whole.  Ethan narrowed his eyes.  

When he walked through the wall, he had not emerged back in the 'human' world. That meant this was…? 

“Fuck,” Ethan exhaled, realizing he knew, suddenly, why he could hear Alcina upstairs.  

She was actually upstairs. 

He’d walked through a wall, right into a different realm.  He rolled his eyes at his own arrogance.  Somewhere, Karl’s long-ago words drifted into his mind.  Now don’t get cocky. He could brighten the engineer’s day later, telling him how right he’d been.  But right now, he had a bigger problem than hearing an I told you so. 

Around him, like invisible lightning, small strokes of electrical impulses flowed.  He didn’t have to wonder what caused it.  The mold, its stored information.  Its catalogued memories.  Ethan sank to the floor on both knees, shrugging out of the small backpack and hastily stuffing the papers into it.  It...they...wanted to show him something; the TV station turned on without any input from him.  Why did the mold choose now?  He wanted to leave.  Ethan held his breath as the golden glow of the oil lamp dimmed in front of him, the charges, or pulses, the neurons firing–whatever the hell it was, picking up in intensity.  

He saw scenes in rapid succession, not unlike the scenes Eva had shown him when they ventured through the layers of Miranda’s memories.  These bright, vivid scenes were not entirely realistic-looking.  They seemed more like technicolor film, with blurry edges and layers of light shimmering between objects.  It was the vision of the fungus, if there was such a thing.  

The first scene was a tall woman walking uncertainly past the castle’s carriage gate entrance.  Her hat immediately gave her away.  She was tall, but...well, within normal height, Ethan marveled.  The hat was black; she also had long black gloves.  She wore a deep plum dress with a fur stole, and impractical plum heels.  

A man dressed in far less noteworthy clothing followed her through the entrance, after pulling several large pieces of luggage out of the front of an old Volkswagen Beetle.  

New money.  

An American! 

Can’t even speak the language.

Royal blood? They say she has royal blood.

Thoughts, voices, swirled around Ethan’s ears.  Thoughts that she was remembering as she walked?  Her face was hidden behind the hat, but he knew she was both inspired and troubled.  

Why me?  What does she see in me?  I mustn’t disappoint her.  She has given me this....

A family birthright, she said.  But why was I only just recently made aware?  So much I don't understand.

Royal blood! If only they knew what a curse this blood has been.  

Maybe I will find peace.  No more abuse.  No more–

Ethan felt a visceral pain, the icy blanket of emotion that accompanied sexual abuse survival settling over his shoulders.  He’d never been…he was feeling her emotions, he realized while blanching.  The intrusive memory of someone else's assault.  The blond's lip trembled in sudden, almost forced empathy.  Fuck.   Ethan's knees folded to the side and he braced his back against the sarcophagus. 

More whispers.  The Duke sends his regards and states he would be pleased to continue business at Castle Dimitrescu.  You'll find there aren't many...outside merchants willing to come this way.   

Alcina’s voice.  Who? 

The scene rapidly changed, and Ethan watched snippets of what appeared to be Alcina’s life.  Speaking with Miranda.  Awakening after surgery.  Weeping in the mirror as she surveyed a hidden scar.  Miranda’s voice filtered through the images of the distraught woman in her dressing room. 

“I had hoped the cadou would address the disease, however, there seems to be little change.  There are no further treatments.” 

“There’s…nothing? May I…continue work on…anything that might help–”

“There are no further treatments.  We must get back to other work.” 

Curtains were drawn on long castle windows, servants were dismissed.  Dimitrescu stared at one of the paintings in the gallery, where a sunset painted the Carpathians with beautiful purples and oranges. 

“You must avoid sunlight at all costs.  There is no other way to avoid the lesions.” 

“But I…I won’t age?”

“We shall see, won’t we?” The coldness in Miranda’s tone was infuriating.  

The years sped by in front of Ethan with many unintelligible whispers narrating the scenes, both in Romanian and English.  They were afraid of the castle’s mistress.  They were afraid of everything in the village.  Life after the second world war was not peaceful, it was not idyllic.  It was terrifying.  All of these whispers made their way through his ears as if filtered by Alcina.  

“How am I to properly be a Lord if I cannot be seen?  How can I be a presence for the people…what is there for me in the village?” 

“I did not give you a village, my child, I gave you a castle.”

She’s a monster. 

S h e ’ s    a    m o n s  t e r  .  

The next scenes Ethan remembered well from the notes and sketches that he'd seen before in the castle.  He was scooting across the floor, trying to still the reverberating, painful echo in his head.  He was going to get the hell out of here, he decided, grinding his teeth against the pain.  He gripped the sides of his hair, tugging at the migraine while the creation of the monstrous daughters was shown to him, behind his blackened eyes.  Their desiccated corpses on dungeon beds, Miranda’s cold indifference at seeing the reanimated bodies, breathing as they slept.  Alcina stroking red hair that spilled over the muck-covered pillow.  

She applied lipstick at her vanity, her hand quivering.  There were tears in her eyes; it was a starkly different Alcina than he’d watched through the window.  She looked shaken, haunted.  The scene melted; Ethan watched as she stood in a nightgown near a balcony window.  The moonlight splashed into the room around her like waterfalls, and she held out a long arm into the milky rays.  Her voice sounded in his ears, hushed, while Ethan watched the daughters interact with servants.  They were just as obnoxious as they’d been with him; laughing, poking, teasing.  It was as though they were incapable of human compassion.  

“Mother Miranda….I feel I cannot even speak of this….I believe I may have found something that slows the pain, the degradation of my body from this disease.   It seems grotesque.  The Duke brought fresh, strange dishes on his delivery last week.  One was a foreign meal of raw blood pudding.  I couldn’t believe how much better I felt!  After reading of the research of the blood disease–”

“Yes, I know…yes, Mother Miranda.  I should continue researching the cadou, the Mold.  I......understand.” 

Ethan’s head hurt too furiously to sense the approaching footsteps.  He could not even see, through the flashes of memories, that another figure had entered the basement.  It stood at the bottom of the stairway, gazing around in confusion at the strange holding area.  

Then it crossed the floor, creating a disturbance in the flow of synapses, of whatever memories were made of here.  Ethan’s piercing headache began to subside, but he still clutched his head.  Black fluid dripped from his nose and lips-which were blackened again-and he raked his hands through his hair as if trying to will his brain out of his head.  Despite having wide open, black eyes, Ethan could not see the figure in front of him.  He was still dealing with the fading memories, as palpable as they still were.  

Alcina Dimitrescu, no longer nine feet tall, but still an intimidating 5’11’, stared down at Ethan curiously.  Her dark curls were looser, longer, and she wore a simple, if still old-fashioned, dress.  The hat and gloves were gone.  She was even barefoot. 

“Ethan Winters,” she said haughtily, “Come to plague me even in death.”

[badheart]

oh gosh, you now have ocs! so cool! Tell me what made you make them? your inspirstion? 🥰

shh don’t tell em *casually sneaked them onto my blog*  these aren’t my first OC’s tho, but definitely ones, where I finally properly rp them 🥰 but also thx to my gf, and friend - cause if I didn’t have anyone to interact with, then they would just catch dust ahaha. 

For some reason I am very interested in the Yakuza. And at this point I don’t remember fully why or how it happened. But I am also biased towards Japanese culture (but also others) cause my own is um... there ain’t much, or nothing really old that plays still a huge role nowadays. 

Anyway, with that is the base set, basically the crime scene in Japan. And I really always wanted to interact with a police themed OC (but personally I have never spotted someone, except an detective in the past, who is sadly not active anymore), cause I like when two different sides clash, considering Kugo ain’t the most good person. And there is a series called Gi.ri/Haj.i on netflix, which was about a japanese detective, who had to find his yakuza brother in london, and it was very nice to see the culture differences, the stories of the side characters, anyway this series gave me lots of inspiring content. Jiro my yakuza, is even snatched out of the series, and now filled with hc’s. Jin my police oc, is heavily based on the protagonist. 

And there was also the big desire to write more about mature / adult themes, which I don’t get to explore all with Kugo, and my friends were luckily interested too. With Jiro I can explore the gang-life or finally a more bad guy, also a toxic relationship with his ex-gf. Then there is Jin, who is overworked, a family man, but honestly close to a divorce, not every marriage is meant for forever, but neither him or his wife has fully accepted it yet. Also some police work, with which I can bug all my mutuals who play crime-themed muses. Futaba is another bias, I finally get to rp a tall woman haha, but also another cop, but this time corrupt (aka exploring also the many bad sides of the police), she is also bit of a way of coping with everything going on, as I also explore war, and political topics with her, since she is very interested in that stuff and can hold some extreme opinions. 

Anyway I got myself a bunch of flawed muses, which hold many bad but also good sides, it is a nice mix I missed seeing in the rpc, since a lot don’t explore dark themes beyond death. It offers so much to explore, but also an unholy amount of research... 

I can give an example (with Kugo), how far my interest goes with more realistic topics. Ofc I don’t expect a Shonen Manga to point out those kind of consequences (for that I have rp), but not many realize that Ichigo basically killed a human being, and while Kugo had manipulated his family and all through his friend’s help, is it still justified to take his life? Why not prison, why not just a good ass-kicking? Ideally Ichigo should have called the police, and let them handle Kugo, but he took himself the right to judge himself - committing a crime as well, which was not even fully self-defense (ofc no easy case with the supernatural parts), but Kugo originally just wanted to leave, but Ichigo insisted on getting his powers back, and revenge (after getting his powers from the Shinigami). And even when Tsukishima died, Ichigo kept going, even though there was no more any reason to fight Kugo, his family & friends were free from Tsuki’s powers. 

Ichigo really became a killer / murderer in this moment, even though no one was really harmed of his friends (just total emotional roller coaster, which ofc is not okay either, not trying to deny this here) In our world this would have meant court and everything, and then there is also Ginjo’s family, who in canon is maybe still alive or not, either way... damn. One can question the morals, the possible consequences (or lack of) quite a lot here, and I find that very interesting and love to confront other muses with it. After all, Kugo’s world still plays in our modern one, and ofc there are laws in their country, which Ichigo ignored. 

I am biased, since Tite offered only a little bit about the possible turmoil in Ichigo’s mind or what his friends possibly think of him after this event, ... fuck I sure would not take it easy if my friend murdered another human being. But again yeah SHONEN MANGA... no expectations asdfgh.

But it is definitely nice that I can touch on those topics in rp. 👀

[mattkeepsrambling]

Random Rambling: Thoughts on the Jurassic Park/Jurassic World Series

In preparation for Jurassic World: Dominion, I decided to rewatch all the Jurassic movies. Here are my thoughts

Jurassic Park: -This is a perfect movie; I have no notes. -I have watched this movie over a dozen times, and I just now noticed that Lex grabs Dr. Grant's hand when they are going to see the sick Triceratops. -I watched this on HBOMax (despite having it on Blu-ray), and whatever transfer they are using, while great, makes the special effects look dated. It made me realize that the version of the movie I own is the last version I will buy. The special effects still hold up on the disc I own. -Seriously, this is a perfect movie.

The Lost World -This applies to every single sequel (except the third). No one learns the lesson of "Jurassic Park." This is a bad idea. Don't do it. Yet…everyone seems to think they can do what John Hammond couldn't. -That kid is so annoying. -Do you know how many people die in the original? 4. Every sequel needs to up the ante and makes the deaths more brutal. This is also a flaw in this and the four other sequels. -The high shot of the raptors walking through the tall grass as they hunt is fantastic. -The T-Rex on the mainland could have led to something interesting. It just ended up being a knock-off Godzilla.

Jurassic Park III -This is my least favorite of the Jurassic Park movies. -Another annoying kid. -I have always hated the fact that the Spinasauras kills the T-Rex. To me, that says, "Screw that old movie. This is a more dangerous dinosaur. This movie is cooler and scarier." I will have a similar thought when we get to "Fallen Kingdom." -We have established that raptors are intelligent. This movie makes them super-intelligent creatures who can play tricks on their prey. The first one we see is laying its head behind a jar of formaldehyde (I think) to fool the humans into thinking it is a specimen in a jar. It is an idiotic scene. -I do not buy Dr. Grant's motivation to return to the island. He knows how dangerous it is, and no amount of money should change that. -The reveal that they are on the island to find a kid is dumb. It also turns Mr. and Mrs. Kirby into the most insufferable assholes in the movie.

Jurassic World -I will fully admit that I still love the reveal of the original T-Rex at the end of this movie. It is 100 percent a cheap nostalgia trick, but I love it nonetheless. -I forgot how insufferable Claire (Bryce Dallas Howard) is as a character. Chris Pratt's Owen is not much better. -I remember liking this movie initially, but I have very much soured on it since I last watched it. -The two kids are less annoying than the one in "The Lost World," but no one will ever be as great as Lex and Tim from the original. -I have always hated the death of the assistant who is looking after the kids. A Pteranodon picks her up, and as it flies away, the Mosasaurus leaps out of the pool and eats them both. This has always been the cruelest death to me. It is very excessive for a character who didn't do anything to deserve it. The lawyer's death in the original is easier to take (he just abandoned the kids at the first sign of the T-rex moments before he is eaten).

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom -For being such a massive part of the marketing, Jeff Goldblum's Dr. Malclom is barely in the movie (and he might be one of the only good things about the movie). -The only reason I am invested in this movie at all is because of Blue (the velociraptor). I care about her more than any of the humans. -One of the reasons I dislike this movie is that it is confirmed that the brachiosaurus who dies as our heroes leave the island is the same one that Dr. Grant and Dr. Sadler see when they first get to Jurassic Park. That is a pointless bit to include and a slap in the face of the fans of the original. -I cannot count how many times I said, "The movie is so stupid." during its over 2-hour runtime. Stupid things happen, characters say dumb things, and the plot gets so stupid. I would rather watch "Jurassic Park III" again.

[perplexedflower]

Debito Fluff Alphabet - [O]n Cloud Nine

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: Fluff Alphabet.

O) On Cloud Nine: What he is like when in love/how obvious it is for others/how he expresses his feelings.

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Debito is not necessarily much different from his usual self when he is feeling particularly in love with you: his naturally warm and energetic personality remains the same, and his behavior doesn't change much either. However, something you have come to notice over time is the fact that in those moments, when he's fully embracing his love for you, he tends to unconsciously seek affectionate gestures and touches from you, most of the time physical; whether it's a kiss, a caress, or hand-holding, he will feel pleased after having felt your hands on his body, feeling reassured that you love him, just as much as he loves you. Although Debito is not always the loudest person in the room wherever he goes, what can be agreed on by everyone is that he has an assertive personality, that never goes unnoticed. He has complete confidence in himself and has no issue expressing his feelings to others clearly, which he most often does without realizing it, through his habits of speaking his mind without filters and acting on instinct without hesitation. Thus, his intentions are, more often than not, obvious for other people to see and understand, including his love for you: he never hides from anyone the feelings he has for you, no matter who he is surrounded by and where he is. The ways Debito expresses his feelings vary, depending on the day and his mood, but whichever means he chooses to convey his feelings to you, you're always satisfied, always pleased: most often, he will tell you he loves you in a very direct and straightforward way, other times he will express it through his body language and gestures, and sometimes, he'll do both at the same time. Whether it is during a romantic date, around lunch or dinner, in crowded public places, or under the sheets of his bed, Debito always finds new ways to communicate his love to you, to spread it over to you.

Mini Scene

I stood in the middle of Debito's bedroom, neither tall nor proud: the day had been exhausting, for all the divisions, and all I longed for at that instant was a good night of sleep, of refreshing rest. Now that I had gotten ready for bed, I stretched my arms to the ceiling before I made my way to the bed, on which Debito was already lying; but as my bare feet paced the cold parquet, I suddenly felt a firm hand grab my wrist, out of nowhere.

"Debito-?"

By the time I could realize what had happened, I was already in his embrace: Debito had pulled me on the bed with him and I was now sitting over his body, lying under mine.

"What are you-"

But I cut myself short, for words were useless; I stared down at his face, his silver hair down, covering part of his face, and a gleam in his left eye. A gleam I had grown familiar with, a sign I could read with ease.

Debito was feeling particularly loving tonight, I knew him well enough by that point to tell.

"Alright..." I said in a murmur as I closed my eyes with a gentle smile.

I leaned forward just slightly, enough to be close to him, close to his face, on which I rested one of my hands. At the contact of my palm against his skin, he pressed his cheek deeper into it, following the movement of my hand in rhythm. He quietly exhaled a deep breath and closed his eye, cherishing the moment, and I approached his face yet even more, this time to kiss his lips tenderly; he kept his eye closed the whole way through, but his hands held tight onto my lower back.

When I slowly pulled away and leaned back, his amber eye was open, staring right at me, at all of me with an intense feeling of love. Still without speaking a word, both of his hands on my lower back slipped under my shirt, which was in fact his; I knew that seeing me in his shirt made him want me even more, made him want to hear and feel my love even more.

And it was perfectly fine for him not to speak: I did not need him to talk to know how much he loved me.

[jaesvelvet]

start over again — park sunghoon

warnings: sunghoon is a dumbass, uhh i think that's all??

words: 5.1k words

pairing: park sunghoon + fem!reader (sunoo's sister)

genres: exes to lover, fluff, comedy(?)

tags: @meinapricity @hoonstrology​ 

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"Breaking up is the best option I could see right now," you said, folding your arms while watching how Sunghoon's expression went from blank to a gasp as he doesn't have enough oxygen to help him breathe. His hand slams on the table, looking at you with disbelief– his heart broke hearing words that coming out from your mouth.

"Wha— are you being serious right now?"

You scoffed at his question. The audacity of him questioning you, it's not like this decision was made after a second thought! You thought about it so many times and you can't handle it anymore, this is the best way– breaking up although it makes your heartache.

You slammed back your hands on the table, making him flinch at your sudden behavior, you look at him straight to the eyes with teary eyes and shaking lips.

"Yes, Park Sunghoon I'm being serious right now, so goodbye! Oh, I paid for today's meals too, don't worry" for sure your tone is sarcastic with the way emphasize the word 'paid'. You left the café, leaving him all alone and clueless.

Stupid Park Sunghoon what had you done?

He can't believe what just happen, his brain can't fully process anything now. Did he just got dumped? Is he seriously single and available right now? After being in a relationship for 8 months? Not to mention this is the first time he's been in a serious relationship. Growing up, Sunghoon is awkward with girls he didn't know how to communicate well with them. Maybe because he is an introverted person? He didn't like to enjoy socializing with new people and it takes time for him to grow comfortable with someone. When he entered 10 years old, his mom signed him up for figure skating and he was the only male in the class which made him more awkward with them, they always whispered to themselves making Sunghoon feel left out and their body are so flexible making Sunghoon saw them as rivals instead of friends.

He slicks his soft blond hair using his fingers, sighing as he felt empty without you now. His mind starts flashing back to where you entered the café with a frown on your face saying you are tired of his personality — he never complimented you whenever you go out dating, splitting the bill in a half and he rarely updates you where he went, the next thing you know he's out with Jake through Jake's Instagram Stories.

Sunghoon thought you could understand him since this is the first time he being in a relationship but it's been 8 months he should know how to impress his girlfriend by now. He let out a heavy sigh, finally realizing that you are not some girl but you are his girl. He should treat you right, he admits he was wrong and frankly he doesn't want to let you go, he wants you back. This time, he would be a better man for you.

"Sunoo! Wait!"

Sunoo rolls his eyes as he saw Sunghoon stand in front of him, there's no point in running away from an athlete whose speed same as the black panther! Sunoo crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow to Sunghoon– who's panting due to the running in the earlier morning.

"Sunoo, I called your sister so many times last night, why she didn't pick up?" Sunghoon asked once he got his breath back. Sunghoon's question brought 'are you being serious'  on Sunoo's face. He bites his lips, holding himself from making a scene in the morning if he is tall and strong enough he will beat the hell out of Sunghoon for sure.

"You're lucky you're not dating me, Park. Oh my God, I didn't know how my sister can survive with you for the whole 8 months!" Sunoo tried his best to slow his voice.

"Dude, please I need your help"

"Of course, she didn't pick up your call dumbass. My sister lock herself in her room after he met you and all I could hear was Taylor's Swift songs and some wailing for the entire night." Sunoo raged. Eyes squeezed tightly as well as his nose crinkled could be seen from Sunghoon's expression, revealing how mad he is toward himself for being the reason of you crying right now. At the moment, he understands why Yeji— his little sister always said men are disappointment. Because they are!

Sunoo noticed how regretful Sunghoon is based on his visage. Sunoo pursed his lips together, should he give him some advice? Or should he threaten him to stay away from his sister? He knows everything about you and Sunghoon's relationship. Growing up, you and Sunoo only have each other. It may sound rubbish to everyone but both of you are close to the point someone would assume you two are a couple instead of siblings. You always shared everything with Sunoo since he was the only person you could trust (besides Sunghoon)

'Sunghoon is full of himself, not that I hate it but he never compliments me whenever we went out for a date or a party with his stupid friends'

'He splits bills into two Sunoo. He said it's not fair for him to pay for the dinner when I'm the one who finished his food and left mine unfinished??'

'Look, I'm not being a control freak here but I knew where he was through Jay's tweet? Can he at least text me?'

And the list goes on...

Sunoo certifies Sunghoon as the dumb person he ever met. Sunoo acknowledges how Sunghoon loves his sister but he is too dense to treat you better. Sunoo once told you to communicate with him, but every time you want to talk to Sunghoon about this matter he suddenly acts like the best boyfriend in the world. The first time you tried to talk to him, he asked you for a cuddle while watching your comfort movie because he thought you are having a bad day (which is because of him) because of the fact,  you forget about the cause of your distress for the rest of the night. The second time you attempt to talk to him, he surprised you with his homemade cake, he attended a class for baking just to surprise you on your 100 days with him and you know how bad he is with kitchen tools and cooking, you once again melt like butter to his affection and for the nth time, you didn't talk to him about this matter until yesterday.

"Listen here Park, give her some space for her 'grieving' and by the times, you can learn from your mistakes. That's all I can say" with that, Sunoo left the distressed Sunghoon in front of his school gate, letting him think what he should do with his scrambled brain.

"Dude, you didn't deserve the second chance" Jay sneered, scoffing when he saw Sunghoon's trying his best not to roll his eyes to the back. Can they at least comfort him, instead of slapping him with the harsh reality?

"I- I don't wanna lose her... Could you guys be helpful for once?" he fumed, he couldn't think straight at this point, he was afraid to lose you. you were the first girl that willingly befriend him despite him replying to your ton of questions with one word and didn't even dare to lock eyes with you. Yet you slowly pull him out from his comfort zone, after a few weeks get to know each other, he finally grows a comfortable spot with you, and the next thing everyone knows, you guys are dating. He was thankful for you to the point he couldn't convey it through words. Nevertheless, with his loving eyes towards you, he thought you realize how he adores you but he's wrong. The relationship isn't working with some loving stare but it also needs some words of affirmation, the act of service, and shows off to the public that you are his.

Well, the quotes he once read on the internet are true.

You will realize the importance of value when you lose it.

Jay and Jake awkwardly look at each other, Sunghoon is serious about this. Never in their life, have they witnessed Sunghoon being this pathetic and honestly it's disturbing them. It's more worst than the horror film they saw at the cinema last week.

"First of all, we need to teach you how to be a perfect boyfriend for Y/N" Jay utters, side hugging his sorrowful friend.

"Yup, Jay is right. You will repeat the same mistake if you didn't learn it" Jake added. Sunghoon eyes glared at the two of them. Everyone could see the word determine in his eyes right now. Jay and Jake once again eye each other. Their mission is starting now.

How to be a better boyfriend for Y/N: Guided by Sim Jake and Park Jay.

"Jay, do we need him here?" Sunghoon whispered, he could feel his chest tightening at the side of Kim Sunoo across the room, apparently Jake announced that his ex-little brother will join them as he stepped into Jay's house.

"Hey ice boy I might be far from you but my hearing is still young!" Sunoo shouted, his fox eyes glaring at Sunghoon

"Uh sorry!" Sunghoon said, licking his suddenly dry lips. It's not like he hates Sunoo but he is just too intimidating for his liking. It's hard to believe that sunoo is the youngest in your family but he acts like your dad– scarier than your dad honestly.

"You should be grateful I'm here to help you, it takes a lot of time for me to agree to this plan," Sunoo said while making his way towards Sunghoon.

"Sunoo, we clearly asked you yesterday and you agreed three seconds after we bribe you with mint choco" Jake stated

"It's because I can't stand hearing Y/N's crying. She doesn't want to see anyone. I'm worried about her" Sunoo spat, for the nth time he glared at Sunghoon.

"She's still crying? it's been two days..." Sunghoon mumbles to himself, but luck wasn't on his side when three males in front of him stared at him with wide eyes and their jaws dropping.

"Are you being serious right now?" Jake asked, in disbelief what words just came out from Sunghoon's stupid lips, brain, and existence.

"We have a long day today" Jay sighs

"Oh my God! How my sister is so in love with you? She seriously deserves better than this" Sunoo groans, throwing his hands in the air. He is amazed at himself on how he still has not used Sunghoon's stupidity.

"What? What did I do wrong?" Sunghoon asked, cluelessly staring at them

"Your words! Dumbass!" Jake scolded

"I mean how you can cry for two days- oh... It's because she just lost someone she loved. I get it" Sunghoon said

"I give up" Sunoo declared, ready to leave the room.

"But we barely start..."

"Enough. Can you guys please stop fighting. We all in this room know how empty-headed Sunghoon is, so we help him to put something inside his brain or else he will die alone" Jake speaks up, stoping all the whining that coming from Sunoo and Jay's lips. They nod their head, agreeing not to waste their short time.

“Okay, so what should I learn?”

"Sunghoon imagine that Sunoo is Y/N and you guys are meeting at the usual cafe. Remember, don't speak with your mind and use your lips instead! Girls love compliment" Jay explained, he finds it funny how Sunghoon truly focus on his explanation.

Sunghoon nods his head, the first mistake he does, he always compliment you in his head and rarely said out loud and he will not repeat the same mistake anymore. He enters Jay's room– which is now a usual cafe you guys always met. He immediately takes a seat in front of Sunoo, imagine it was you. Jay and Jake, on the other hand, lay on the bed, enjoying the scenario in front of them. As Sunghoon sits on the chair, he directly looks into Sunoo's eyes, his lips creating a small smile– imagine it was you in front of him, wearing your favorite light blue cardigan, a vanilla scent that he always smells whenever you are around, and most importantly your giggles. Ah, how he loves everything about you.

"Sunghoon?" Sunoo raised his eyebrow, feeling creep out at how Sunghoon has been staring at him for legit 20 seconds.

"Shh, he's into it," Jay whispered, placing his index finger to his lips.

"You look breathtaking Y/N.. God, how can I never say that to you? I'm such a fool thinking you can hear all my thoughts. Wait, I am a fool, fool for you" Sunghoon sent a wink to the disgust Sunoo, but then a loud cheering could be heard in the room, Jay and Jake quickly high-five Sunghoon.

"You see that? Within a day he already got his move! rather than beautiful, he said breathtaking! Romeo could never!" Jake cheered, feeling proud of how Sunghoon surely could get back together with you now.

"Also with that gross pickup line? God, I just know Y/N will like it!" Jay added. Sunghoon scoffed, his eyes looking straight at Sunoo's face.

"Quick question, if you arrived first, which food you would order for my sister?" Sunoo asked, crossing his arms and his legs together

"Easy, she loves carbonara" Sunghoon replied, copying Sunoo's gesture as he answered the younger question

"I won't say anything yet, since this is our first lesson, it's too early to be proud of you," Sunoo faltered, this is an easy test everyone could ace.

"Ooh, tough one I told you" Jake whispered at Sunghoon's ear which he agreed.

For the next lesson, they taught Sunghoon to how he should show you off to his friends– telling them how proud he is of having you as his girlfriend. Once again, Sunoo acts to be you. Jay's room now turns into a frat party, Previously if Sunghoon had ever brought you to some frat parties, he will keep you by his side as he doesn't trust anyone to keep an eye for his girlfriend and that's it. The next thing is, you felt lonely since Sunghoon is too busy chattering with his friends.

Anyway, he learned his lesson and won't repeat the same mistake. He casually wraps his arms around Sunoo's waist, although both of them feel a little uncomfortable with his hand wrapped around Sunoo's yet none of them voiced their discomfort, this is for you and Sunghoon's sake. Sunghoon twists the doorknob, and he breaks his character seeing Jay and Jake dancing in the corner of the room while pretending to imbibe some alcohol.

"Yo, Sunghoon!" Jake screamed while giggling, acting like he was already drunk by all the alcohol he consumed, too immersed in his character

"Wow who's this chick beside you," he asked, and honestly Sunghoon almost throws a punch at Jake because his acting seems too real, and once again he forgets that you are not beside him. On the other side, Sunoo could feel Sunghoon grip on his waist got a little bit too tight

"Back off dude, she's mine" Sunghoon snapped

"Dude, chill I'm just asking," Jake said, but his eyes were still glued to Sunoo. Sunoo is the one who asked Jake to be the pervert guy at the party as you previously told him that some guy had been eyeing you while Sunghoon is too busy chattering with his friends you swore you nearly cried due to discomfort and anxiety. Luckily, Sunghoon noticed your distress and shortly after, leave the party. Sunghoon noticed Jake's eyes still stuck at Sunoo and harshly push him away.

"Look away if you love your eyes" Sunghoon threatens and immediately leaves Jake. A red flag, you will be uncomfortable around a guy like him, he made a mental note.

"Sunghoon!" this time, Jay enters the scene, lift his red cup (it's a water bottle actually) to greet him, Sunghoon smiles although his mind is wondering what type of guy at the party, Jay will act out.

"Oh. who is she?" Jay asked, Sunghoon's lips creating a small smirk? So, Jay will be the good dude at the party but he still couldn't be trusted.

"Y/N"

"Y/N?" Jay questioned again while Sunoo beside him frowning. he doing so good just now on the first scenario with protecting you-

"My wonderful and brilliant girlfriend. So all of you don't look, talk, or lay finger on her or else you won't see the sun tomorrow" Sunghoon proudly said making the three of them look at each other eyes.

"Okay... that's a bit possessive but glad you the point" Jake speak up, reducing the awkwardness in the room.

"So I pass?" he asked, with a big smile on his face.

"Not that easy young boy," Sunoo replied

"Sunoo I'm clearly older-" Sunghoon stop at mid-sentence when Sunoo send him a death glare

"Sorry"

"Well, our simulation test is working well, you got the point on how to treat Y/N nicely. So for the final test, can you summarize why we do these special classes for you?" Sunoo asked

Sunghoon bites his lips, his mind is currently on fire as one of those SpongeBob memes. This is a crucial question, more serious than his figure ice skating career. He takes a glance toward his best friend both of them mouthing good luck to him, this is the last chance to prove to Sunoo that he will be taking good care of you.

"Not to take for granted someone I value. I should know that I am not alone anymore, I have someone that will support me and always stick by my side even when I'm at my lowest. So I should express my feelings more to acknowledge them that I also shared the same feeling as them. Second chance isn't for anyone so I will not disappoint her anymore!!" Sunghoon's response successfully made Sunoo give a smile at Sunghoon

"Go get her, Park. I give you my permission"

"I just woke up... Maybe there's someone that looks like her—That can't be her right?" Sunghoon keep mumbling to himself the same question since, in the morning, he saw a figure who looks exactly like you with some blond tall guy–taller than him. He was terrified of the thought of you replacing him, Sunghoon skipped the morning class to avoid you, afraid of the figure that wearing floral lavender tops that he saw is you. Nevertheless, he can't keep avoiding you, right? Not when you two have classes together for the whole semester.

With a heavy step, he enters the next class, for that day. Until now he couldn't stop praying for you to wear another outfit. However, to his dismay, he saw you entering the class wearing a floral lavender top that he saw this morning. Your swollen face is noticeable since Sunghoon could see it from far away. Ugh, if only he was not too stupid, none of this would happen.

He takes a seat in the back row, for the two hours he didn't focus on the lecture instead his eyes are glued to you. It irks him so much seeing you sitting next to the blond guy. Both of you guys seem comfortable with each other making Sunghoon madder at himself.

If only he treats you right...

As the class ended, Sunghoon dialed Jake's number. After two rings Jake answered the call, greeting Sunghoon with a muffled tone, due to the food in his mouth but Sunghoon couldn't care less about it.

"She found a better man than me dude"

"I don't think it's true, my mom force my sister to go to class this morning and it took her three years to move on from the crabs we used to raise"

"Wait. out of context, you raised a crab?" Jake asked, his eyes getting bigger. How would a person take crab as a pet...?

"Jake, focus!" Sunghoon scolded which earning a pout from Jake, he genuinely want to know, how when, and why did Kim's family get a crab as a pet?

"Sunoo trusts me, she looks so comfortable around him and she is laughing! A man with funny humor around my girl? Oh God, I can't handle it" Sunghoon groans, running his hand through his hair.

"Sunghoon I don't think Y/N would replace you this fast, Sunoo said that all she did was cry and how she has time to text another guy? Dumbass" Jay stated, softly hitting Sunghoon's head

"Jay is right, Sunghoon. chill my sister–"

Speaking of the devil, Sunoo's phone rang, revealing your name on the screen. Sunoo hastily press the green icon and put it on speaker, he was to prove to Sunghoon that his sister still doesn't gotten over him yet.

"Sunoo, where are you?" you asked as soon as your call was picked up. Sunghoon didn't realize but his lips form a smile, the soothing voice of yours that he will never get tired of.

"I'm out with my friends. Why?"

"Oh, I thought you were at home, nevermind I just—"

"I will be home soon, what do you want?" Sunoo cut your words

"Tell mom I won't be back for dinner, I will dinner with Minhee"

The three of them instantly glanced at Sunghoon who was now on the verge of tears, he may look so uncool right now but he didn't care, he just heard that you will have dinner with the blond guy named Minhee after three days of breaking up with him.

"Minhee?"

"Yeah! He's my classmate, He's so cute and kind—" Sunoo ended the call, he can't abide with Sunghoon almost burst into tears, he bites his inner cheek, there's no way you would move on this fast!? Or is this guy using some black magic to make you fall for him? Sunoo can't think straight right now but if that Minhee guy is your new boyfriend, who is he to question your choice? You deserve to be with someone who made you happy. Sunoo's eyes darted to Jay and Jake, both of them sending the same questioning look to him which he responded with a shrug.

"You know what, I completely respect her decision. well, I haven't treated her right, and maybe that 200 meters guy is the best for her. I don't hold any grudge so don't worry" Sunghoon uttered, lifting his butt from the chair, and without any words left, he left three of them that are still stunned by his behavior.

"He said 200 meters... How can he be so sure he didn't hold any grudge?" Jay doubted

"Shut up Jay, I felt bad for him honestly but I can't do anything because it's Y/N choice" Jake muttered and Sunoo nods his head, agreeing 100 percent with Jake's words. No matter how bad he felt for Sunghoon, he doesn't have the power to change your mind.

"I'm so tired"

Sunoo takes a glance from the mirror's reflection, seeing his sister plop herself on his bed. Sunoo didn't say anything, he finishes his skincare routine for the night before laying beside you.

"So, who's Minhee?" Sunoo asks, peeking at your expression as the question is being asked, to his dismay you didn't show any emotion.

"He's my partner for an assignment. He's cute but not my type" you said, slowly closing your eyes. You are tired from crying for 2 days straight and show up at university as nothing happened.

"You already move on from Sunghoon?" his question was left hanging for a few seconds.

"What do you think I am, Sunoo? Do you think my love for him is fake? How can I move on from him!" you said, this time you get up and face your little brother.

"He only calls me the day after we broke up and then he disappeared, I saw him in class but he avoid me like I'm the one who to blame. Did he gonna let me go easily like this?" You sobbing, tears falling to your cheek like a waterfall.

Sunoo pursed his lips together, the whole thing is in chaos right now. Both of you misunderstood each other when he thought you seeing Minhee, he want to respect your decision and do not want to interfere with your love life but now he knows you still love Sunghoon, and obviously, Sunghoon also dying for a second chance. Did he think why not he helps both of you?

In the end, he just wants you to be happy just like you do to him.

"Y/N, Sunghoon actually did something to get you back..."

You listen carefully to every word that came out from Sunoo's mouth, from Sunghoon met him in front of his school gate to how heartbroken Sunghoon was when he witnessed you with Minhee.

"Oh my God, he such a himbo!"

"Don't get me started" Sunoo said, rolling his eyes as he remembered how stupid Sunghoon is.

"Sunoo, I know you dislike him and thank you for this. I meant it" you said, holding both of his hands.

“It's nothing, they're gonna buy me mint chocolate ice cream for a whole month” he snickered

“I need to see him,” you said and randomly pick Sunoo's coat from his wardrobe, which he didn't mind at all.

“Now?” he asked, not bothering to get up from his bed, he's been fighting the urge to sleep because of you.

“Yeah, I just know that boy is gonna avoid me forever!” you remark, adjusting your hair and without any words, you run to Sunghoon's house. Luckily the distance between your house is not too far since both of you are from the same neighborhood.

You stop in front of his house, sniffing the mucus in your nose, and your feet are frigid from the cold air. You didn't realize how cold tonight's air is until you stand in front of Sunghoon's house. You look down and a curse slips out from your mouth when you discovered you wearing slippers right now. Too eager to see Sunghoon, you put it on the thing you saw first which is your baby pink slippers.

You shook your head, you can't worry about your cold feet and runny nose now, there's a relationship you need to fix. With a slightly shaky hand, you press on the doorbell. You didn't wait for too long for the door to open, you didn't expect Sunghoon to open the door, both of your eyes locked eyes for a few seconds before you sniffed the mucus that almost runs down from your nostrils.

“Oh shit, I'm so sorry– come in” he invited you in.

“Mom and Dad upstairs and Yeji is in her room...” Sunghoon didn't know why he gave you such information. Deep down he knows, you came here to see him because you have no other business with his family or you have?

“I came here to see you actually” you admit and there's an uncomfortable pause in your conversation with Sunghoon's eyes looking everywhere except your eyes and you trying to lock eyes with him again.

“Um sure, but you wait here first” Sunghoon said and leave you alone in the living room. You sit on the couch, rethinking your decision to come here, what if Sunoo lied to you because he didn't wanna listen to your whining anymore? What if Sunghoon's final decision is he didn't want to get back? Now you are anxious about the whole thing. You should've waited until tomorrow.

Your mind didn't stop having a war with your heart until Sunghoon come back with a pair of cozy socks. You raised your eyebrow didn't get why he brings socks to you.

“Why did you come here wearing slippers? Do you want to test me again? Like Sunoo did?” he asked, his soft tone calming your anxious self. Without any words spoken, he kneels in front of you and brings your feet to his thigh to put on socks for you.

“Ish, your feet are cold now! You need to be more careful, I'm not running anyway” he uttered and once he was done with his feet, he makes himself to the kitchen preparing something for you but you don't ask him anything, still absorbing what just happened. What did Sunoo do to him?  Did he torture him or something?

Once again, when Sunghoon shows up in front of you, your mind went blank and focuses on him. It's like he put a magic spell on you.

“Here, your favorite hot chocolate” Sunghoon serves you a cup of hot chocolate and he takes a seat beside you.

“I am sorry for everything I did. I admit I don't treat you right, could you please give me one more chance?” he asked, finally locking his doe eyes with you.

“Of course silly! Do you think it’s easy for me to pretend nothing happened today? While I was waiting for you to meet me” you said, caressing his soft big hand.

“But you said that 200 meters guy is cute...” Sunghoon spat, for sure he will be more protective of you around that guy. You giggling seeing your boyfriend sulking over a guy that far away from your type, you scoot closer to him and give him a peck on the lips.

“My heart is always for you Hoon” for a second you cringe at yourself, why the hell did you say that cheesy line for? But it’s too late to take it back as you could see Sunghoon’s teasing smile towards you.

“Stop. Don’t say anything” you warned

“Mm, I let it go since I don’t want to spoil the mood” he exclaims, Sunghoon takes a glance at you. Why did he do in his past life to deserve you?

“Thank you,” Sunghoon said

“Hm?”

“For giving me second chance, running all the way just to meet me and you could stan my asshole era” you could feel from his tone that he is expressing his gratitude towards you.

“Thank you for changing yourself too,” you said and resting your head on his broad shoulder. Sunghoon couldn’t imagine what would happen if he confines himself in a room, crying and playing his sad boy playlist on the highest volume on loop instead of confronting Sunoo, Jay, and Jake. Without a doubt, he will lose you forever.

And now he learned his lesson, he will not repeat the same mistake.

[babyboy-cody]

Literally your Grayson smut has me GONE 😵‍💫😵‍💫 can I ask for like anything that has to do with Gray fingering reader with his arm across the back of the couch and his lips against your ear with dirty talk???? Love you!

okay you’ve officially KILLED ME 😮‍💨

It had been Kristina and yours idea to have a movie night/fort. While the twins were reluctant, seeing the excitement on their girls’ faces was enough for them to help create the giant fort in the living room. Kristina and Ethan chose their spot on the floor in front of yours and Grayson’s spot on the couch. The four of you had your own assortment of snacks so that there wasn’t the continuous interruption of the movie when one of you needed to get up and get another snack.

The layout of the separate forts were quite simple. For Ethan and Kristina’s fort, couch cushions were placed behind and on either side of them with a large blanket covering the top. The cushions were big enough for them to sit underneath without their heads touching the blanket. Yours and Grayson’s fort had tall cushions on either side with a bigger blanket covering the top, sides, as well as the back of the couch. The lights were all off and the sun had already set - the only source of light being from the huge television hung on the wall above the fireplace.

Halfway through the movie, Grayson had gotten a little bored and started getting distracted by his own thoughts. He subtly turned his head to look down at you, his thoughts suddenly being overcome by you. The soft hues of light coming from the television made you look angelic that it nearly took his breath away. With your beautifully curled eyelashes, the soft slope of your nose, your parted lips as your entire focus was on the movie playing - every single thing about you enticed him. He couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head until his lips were at your ear to huskily whisper, “You’re so pretty.”

Almost immediately, your attention was pulled away from the movie and was focused on the handsome man beside you. You felt your cheeks warm up as your breathing stuttered. “Pay attention to the movie,” you softly whispered and nudged him with your elbow. Grayson loved how shy you got when you were complimented, especially when it came from him. He was obsessed with the effect he had on you.

“How could I when you’re sitting next to me?” He whispered in your ear again, watching closely when you squirmed closer to him. “You don’t understand how hard it is not to fuck you right here.”

You muffled your gasp and looked up at him in shock at how vulgar he was being, especially with company around. He has a smug grin on his face as he licks his lips. Under the blanket splayed across both your laps, he placed his right hand on your inner thigh and slowly spreads them.

“Think you can keep quiet for me, pretty girl?” He huskily asked in your ear, lightly nipping your earlobe and relishing in the way you shivered. You frantically nodded and bit your lip as you gripped the blanket to make sure it doesn’t slide down. There was a lump in your throat and a rush of butterflies in your stomach. It dawned on you that Grayson was seriously going to finger you while Ethan and Kristina were a few feet away.

He applied the slightest pressure against the crotch of your shorts. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles, hard enough for you to feel those sparks of pleasure. Your lips part to let out a choked and soft gasp. Grayson chuckles quietly in your ear before whispering, “That feel good?” And you nod frantically while eagerly spreading your thighs more open. It was embarrassing how desperate you seemed, but every little thing Grayson did always made you desperate. “If I slide my hand down these little shorts, are you gonna be wet for me?”

“M-Maybe..” you let out a shy giggle, barely flinching when a loud explosion erupts from the movie. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

He immediately slides his large and veiny hand under the waistband of your shorts, pressing his fingers back against the crotch of your panties this time - the fabric so damp and sticking to your dripping pussy. Grayson lets out a muffled groan that he hides in your hair. Somehow, the thought of getting caught didn’t scare you anymore. It just amped up the excitement.

“You’re dripping through these fucking panties,” he huffs a small laugh of disbelief, his hot breath hitting your ear and making you shiver once again. “Take off your shorts.” To your dismay, he pulls his hand out and gets himself comfortable - legs spread, body slouched, left arm never once moving from behind your shoulders on the back of the couch. Hastily pulling off your shorts, you readjusted the blanket until it covered yours and Grayson’s lap, as well as spreading your thighs to its original position. His hand goes right back between them and nestles against your clothed cunt. He can feel the outline of your pussy lips against the thin fabric and the small button of your clit beginning to swell.

Kristina and Ethan suddenly let out boisterous laughter after a particular funny scene, briefly scaring you at the possibility if one or both of them coming out if their fort and catching you and Grayson. His long fingers start rubbing your clit a little faster, now applying harder pressure for you to feel that tingly sensation. You rest your head back on his arm, your hips barely twitching against his hand. He whispers a small “fuck” in your ear, very slowly and finally sliding his hand into your panties to gain perfect access to your bare pussy.

Your brows furrowed and bitten lips parted, your face contorting into one of relief. Grayson couldn’t believe how wet you were until he dipped his fingers down to scoop some of your slick. He can almost here the obscene wet noises of his fingers rubbing all over your click to spread your wetness. You hastily grabbed onto his wide wrist, nails digging into his tanned and hairy skin.

With his lips against your ear, in a husky and gruff voice, he mumbles, “Just lay back and let daddy do what he does best.” Almost instantly, he began rubbing frantic circles on your swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that has your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing. He’s rubbing you just right - it’s almost too much but not enough. The hood of your clit just barely pulled back until your bundle of nerves was fully exposed. The pads of Grayson’s fingers pressed down against it and it has your stomach bursting with butterflies. More slick pools out of you as you fight back your moans. With one hand around his moving wrist, the other clamps down over your mouth.

“I can’t wait to fuck you nice and hard when this movie ends,” Grayson cockily tells you, pulling away to look at your expression. His pupils have expanded from arousal. He never once let up the speed of his fingers on your inflamed cunt. He rubs much faster and harder, loving how hard it is for you not to let out your pleasure filled squeals and moans. Your hips began bucking more freely against his hand. “You want my fingers inside, pretty girl?”

“Yes yes yes yes,” you quietly babbled incoherently as your clit throbbed erratically, the tingles spreading like a wildfire throughout your lower-half. Your toes curled when Grayson roughly shoves his middle and ring fingers inside your cunt, the burning stretch making your eyes cross as you let out a pretty loud gasp that was thankfully silenced by a couple arguing on the screen. He starts fucking your pussy with his fingers, crooking them and rubbing your g-spot perfectly. The palm of his hand presses and rubs your clit. Both sensations has your mind turning to mush.

“You’re just soaking all over my fingers, aren’t you?” He softly asks in a condescending way. You can now hear the sopping wet noises of his fingers fucking your insides. You didn’t realize how loud it was.

“Yo, can you both stop making out please?” Ethan shouted from his spot in his own fort, immediately making your eyes open and thighs shutting around Grayson’s hand and wrist. “It’s loud as fuck! And gross!”

“My bad, bro,” Grayson lets out a full belly laugh and doesn’t stop the come hither motions of his fingers. He looks down at you with a grin wide enough for you to see the jewel on his canine tooth. He silently raised his brows at you as if challenging you to say something. He pulls his fingers out from your tightening cunt, just as you’re on the cusp of a strong orgasm, and he goes back to rubbing your clit at a fast pace. Your mouth falls open and your head falls back against his arm again. You’re holding onto his arm with both hands now to ground yourself. He leans in close to your face, his floppy hair brushing against your temple. “Are you gonna cum, angel?”

At the sight of your frantic nodding and heavy panting, he rubs faster and harder. And then you felt it. The wave getting higher and higher and higher. Your toes curled as you practically humped his hand like a dog in heat. When that wave finally crashed down, you had to bury your face in Grayson’s neck. He gruffly groans and shoves his middle and ring fingers back inside your pussy, feeling your walls contracting around them to keep your orgasm going. He slows his fingers to a stop before gently rubbing your overstimulated clit with his thumb. When you let out a small whimper against neck, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead and pulls his fingers out of you.

“You still wanna fuck later?” He bluntly asks you, staring at his pruned fingers coated in your cum.

You elbowed him with a quiet laugh. “How could I refuse that offer?”

He side eyes you - a gesture he always does because it makes you blush - and slowly licks his fingers into his mouth, letting out a deep moan only you can hear. Suddenly, the movie pauses and Ethan announced, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You quickly grabbed the couch pillow and held it against your chest to hide your still fast breathing. You always shut your thighs and move them into a criss-cross position, stifling a gasp at the ache in and around your pussy. Grayson licks his lips and subtly wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist just as Ethan stands and looks at you both.

“No more making out!” He points at you both.

You and Grayson look at each other, both of you hiding a smirk before looking at Ethan. When you both nod in agreement, watching as he leaves to the bathroom, you lean over to whisper in Grayson’s ear, “Can I suck your dick?”