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Something Wicked This Way Comes ⚓︎

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

A/N: okay so the Eddie fic did really well, thank you guys for that!! almost 7k notes T^T, love y’all, now I have the desire to write more so I did this Steve fic because I love momma Harrington, this is enemies to lovers because that’s my fave and I hope y’all enjoy it and leave feedback as always :))

Summary: Maybe if Steve Harrington didn’t pick on you in school, the two of you could have become friends. Maybe if you both weren’t so stubborn, you two could have made up when you worked together at Scoops with Robin. Maybe now that you’ve survived Vecna’s curse, will you and Steve admit that there’s a thin line between love and hate after he almost lost you?

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, slight angst, enemies to lovers, mean! Steve, sub! Steve, thigh riding, handjob, friends being matchmakers, cussing, near death experience, cursed reader, injury, mentions of blood, fucking RAUNCHY

Word Count: 6.3k

You absolutely hated Steve Harrington.

Abhorred. Despised. Loathed. Detested.

Yes, you’ve heard that you shouldn’t let hate into your heart and that it wasn’t worth the effort to put so much emotion into something so trivial and all that bullshit. It was just a boy and if you hated him that much, why bother? But, you got a kick out of fucking with him and vice versa, and the two of you shared a common friend group so interacting was inevitable. Dreaded, but inevitable.

It didn’t have to be completely boring, however. You could have your fun.

The nemesis relationship began in ninth grade when you first moved to Hawkins, Indiana after living in New York with your mother. The entire uproot threw you for a loop and Steve’s friendly welcome certainly didn’t help. Not the teasing, not the arguments in class, not the trips to the principal’s office, not the races on the track field, not the yelling.

One time, in tenth grade, he made fun of your mom for being poor (a way of old, insecure Steve to deter the attention from his own family) and you turned around, cold and collected, and punched him square in the nose.

You were both suspended for a week. But at least you had something to show for it, bruised knuckles and a bloodied Harrington nose.

You became fast friends with Nancy, on the other hand, and would go to her house whenever your mother was working one of her two jobs. So, because you were friends, when Steve started talking to Nancy, he was in your life more as a result. Nancy never wanted to leave anyone out.

So, you and Barb had your thoughts about him, “King” Steve with big hair and a big ego, a big fucking douchebag.

You’d swap insults and evil stares behind Nancy’s back. “Hey, ugly.” “Hey, dumbass. Pass Chemistry yet?” “Kissed a boy yet?” “No, but I found out your mom’s a pretty good one.”

That kind of thing. Then sharing forced, polite smiles and pleasantries when she’d turn around.

And when Barb died, tragedy brought you and Nancy closer than ever. Grief clung to the two of you and wouldn’t let up, but you had each other and eventually it dissipated only to a dull ache every other day. The Wheeler family, as a result, became your own and Mike’s friends kind of inserted themselves into your life soon after, making you an honorary member of the gang.

You would watch on the sidelines with Max while they would play their DND and when Nancy was busy with the newspaper, spending your nights with the kids sometimes. Something you never expected, but weren’t really mad at either. They were kind of awesome, much to your surprise, and not that you would ever tell them. But they never treated you differently like your classmates, you were just let in with no judgement and no ill-will.

Then Nancy and Steve broke up and everything sort of blew up in everyone’s faces. It was messy. Fist fights and broken noses and even more broken hearts. And despite the fact that you thought Nancy was wrong in some things she did, which you expressed to her and she listened, your loyalty lied with her. It was easy to defend your friend and shit talk the ex when you already hated him.

Steve fucked up big time in a few areas, he needed the wake up call, and that was the last time the two of you spoke for months. You were in New York for a visit when the Demodog incident happened, thank god.

You got back at the start of summer and that’s when you got the job at Scoops Ahoy because your neighbor Robin Buckley recommended you for the position. But guess who was also up for it?

Steve fucking Harrington.

Management conceded and thought the third worker would be necessary for the summer wave of sales, and helpful for shift change. But it meant you’d have to work together. It was a summer you’d never forget. What with the endless arguing, Robin’s chastising, and Russian spies and huge flesh-made monsters.

Which brings you to now. Your favorite song, ‘Dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac, playing on repeat in your headphones and trying your best to evade your well-meaning but irritating friends’ (and Steve) stares.

“Hey, guys?” you push down your headphones so they hang on your neck. “I’m not suddenly going to spontaneously combust if you take your eyes off of me. I’m fine. Seriously.” Steve looks away from you.

Nancy frowns, rocking slightly in the cramped canoe that you, Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy have squeezed into, “We’re just worried because we love you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Steve grumbles and earning a smack in the chest from you.

He says this. But he was one of the most worried when you shut down in Nancy’s basement, going stock still and silent before levitating to the ceiling. You managed to escape because of their quick thinking by playing your favorite song.

He had caught you when you fell to the ground, tugging you close and hugging you almost painfully hard as everyone surrounded you. You only allowed it to happen because you almost died and you didn’t have the energy to push him away.

And because, just a little bit, it felt kind of nice.

“I, for one-” Robin glares at Steve before looking at you. “-am glad you’re okay. Who else am I going to ramble to with no judgement? You’re the only person that can keep up with my random trivia.”

You smile softly. Eddie pats your knee, someone you met only a few weeks ago because of Dustin but already have grown fond of, “I haven’t really known you long, but I love you.”

“Shut up, Eddie,” you laugh, your song playing faintly around your neck. “Keep rowing. But I love you, too.”

You guys were following a lead that Dustin thought of with his old, wonky compass in hand, taking you out to the middle of Lover’s Lake and finally stopping when the compass was going haywire.

After only a few moments of deliberation, Steve began taking off his shoes.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you ask.

He sighs. “Someone’s gotta go down there and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, it’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?” he says, beginning to stand and tug off his sweater.

You roll your eyes. He always did want to be the hero.

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I do not wanna go down there,” Eddie says, peering suspiciously at the ominous, murky waters. He begins wrapping a plastic bag around a flashlight for Steve to use.

You look over his shirtless form, without much thought and it wasn’t like you could help it. He was just standing in front of you flaunting it, how could you not look at the only distracting thing in a sea of black? He didn’t look terrible either.

“Hey... good luck,” Eddie hands Steve the flashlight.

Steve nods, “Thanks.”

You clench your eyes shut and say his name before you could think about it more, “Steve?”

He turns around, not expecting you to be the one to speak up and say his name. But he knew it would be good. Some insult to spur his pride, or teasing remark to get his adrenaline going, it almost made him smile at the possibility. Always wanting to know what you would say next.

But no, you look at him and say quietly, “Be careful.”

Nancy and Robin stare at you with their jaws dropped to the bottom of the lake. And even Eddie who hasn’t been here for the entirety of the feud, knew enough to have his eyes wider than saucers as he looked between the two of you.

Steve stares back at you, searching you over with softened eyes, and he nods in understanding before diving in with a newfound sense of purpose.

“Um... what the hell was that?” Nancy laughs, dumbfounded.

You pinch your brow and look at your friends, all staring at you again, “Me wishing a friend good luck.”

“He’s your friend now?” Robin grins, looking at Eddie like she can’t believe she just heard you say that.

You pinch yourself, “N-no, sorry, the word slipped out. We... we are not friends. I was just being nice! Can I not be nice?”

“Sure, you’re super nice, sweetheart,” Eddie leans back, amused. “Just not to Harrington. Like ever. I’ve never even seen you smile at him.”

“You guys exaggerate.”

“We’re just saying...” Nancy smirks knowingly, voice laced with ulterior motives. “It’s a nice change of pace. I’m glad you extended an olive branch. I’m proud of you, y/n.”

“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself here. Nothing was extended. If you guys are going to be like this whenever I’m just bare minimum pleasant to Steve, I won’t do it again,” you threaten your friends with pointed fingers and raised eyebrows.

A voice startles you, “That was bare minimum?”

You jump at the surprise and it rocks the boat a bit, sending all of your friends into fits of laughter. You glare at each of them and move to smack Steve’s head.

He catches your wrist with his large hand, grip tightening with a shit-eating smirk. Your skin tingles under his grasp. He tugs you down slightly, showing how easy it would be to pull you into the water with no effort.

“Watch it, princess, I have the power here.”

You yank your hand back, smacking his head with the other, “Don’t call me princess or I’ll rip your chest hair off.” He runs a hand back through his wet hair and shakes it out like a dog, getting you wet.

“Well, that peace was short-lived,” Robin shakes her head.

“It was nice while it lasted,” Nancy mused with a small smile. “But what did you find down there, Steve? A gate?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s bigger than we thought, though, it’s actually-” He’s interrupted when he’s pulled suddenly beneath the water.

“Steve!” you yell out, looking around the desolate, dark lake for any sign of him as you all scramble around the canoe to the edge.

He comes back up with a gasp, chest heaving, “What the hell was that?”

“Thank god,” Robin laughs with relief.

But before you could all celebrate, he’s pulled back under and going towards the bottom, bubbles coming to the surface as you all scream out for him. Your heart launches in your throat and you don’t know when you do it, but you’re standing up in the canoe and ready to jump.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Eddie tugs on your blouse from behind you.

“I’m going in after him, you guys just... just stay here,” you get in a dive formation and take a deep breath.

“What about the curse? If you’re in there, what’s stopping Vecna from taking you again?” Eddie says hysterically.

You grab another plastic bag from the boat, wrap your headphones and cassette player in it, and stuff it in your pocket. “I’ll just have to take that chance.”

“Y/n!” Nancy and Robin yell as you dive in and break the surface of the lake.

You’re propelled downward by your dive as you push yourself past the burning of your legs and arms and the popping of your ears, only thinking about getting to that bright red gate at the lake floor. You push through the portal and next thing you know, you’re being flung onto the hard ground of the upside down.

Screaming and being attacked by some demo-bat fucking things, Steve is convulsing on the ground, trying to get free. You scramble up and run after him, realizing you don’t have a weapon until you hear your friends behind you, yelling your name.

“Here!” Eddie throws you an oar and you grab it before hitting the bats off of Steve and freeing him.

The five of you fight off the bats, one by one knocking them out of the sky. Nancy and Robin go after one, chopping off its head, and Eddie stabbing one with the splintered wood of his oar, impaling another. One goes after you, attaching to your shirt and tearing.

You move to hit it with your oar but can’t reach, panicking, but Steve grabs it off of you and throws it up in the air, slamming it on the ground. He steps on one wing as it desperately tries to wriggle its way loose and be free, but he tears it in half when he pulls it back, tossing it aside.

He spits out blood and lifts his chin, looking you in the eye, chest heaving with strenuous breaths.

Wow.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie shrieks and throws down his oar, stomping.

You put your headphones around your neck and play your music so you can hear it quietly. You run up to Steve as the others collect their bearings and inspect his wounds, the gashes on his sides and the red lines around his sore neck. “Are you okay?”

“Obviously not,” he tilts his head up to look at you, but he’s smirking. You flash him a flat expression. “They certainly took their pound of flesh.”

You want to reach out and touch him but immediately think better of it. What good would it do? And why on Earth would he want you to touch him? He hates you and you hate him. But the urge was still there and getting stronger the longer he stares at you like he wants you to.

“Hey guys,” Robin speaks up. “There’s more comin’.”

You guys look up to see a huge swarm in the sky, way more than the five of you could take on by yourselves.

“Guys, the woods!” Nancy yells, pointing in the direction of the forest.

The five of you run that way, retreating into the trees and out of sight from the vicious demo-bats. You guys keep walking, all in deep, contemplative, and fearful silence as you look for a place of shelter. You look at Steve in his disheveled, bloodied state and offer him your arm. You don’t know why you did it it, you didn’t want to help him, but he looked so damn pathetic and you weren’t an asshole. He would reluctantly help you too if roles were reversed, you think.

He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, running through his mind for some witty, smart-ass response, before deciding he’s too tired and lets you wrap your arm around his waist to steady him as he walks.

Nancy, Robin, and Eddie stare at the two of you with narrowed eyes and knowing smiles like a bunch of gossiping schoolgirls.

The five of you find a clearing in the forest, a rock formation that acted as a roof over your heads and a tunnel. Steve stumbles a bit when you let go of him and he grips his side, wincing in pain. You turn around and move him to stand against the wall.

“I-I’m fine,” he leans back, acting very not fine. “Really.”

“No, you’re not. Let me help you,” you begin to unbutton your blouse.

His eyes widen and face reddens, “Y/n-”

“Chill, shirtless. I won’t be naked,” you laugh at his bashful state, taking off your shirt and revealing a black camisole underneath, tucked into your jean shorts.

His eyes inadvertently explore the new skin exposed, collarbone, chest, cleavage, and your wet see-through top. He can’t stop looking at you and he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know what’s changed, almost losing you has done something to his brain, not like you were even his to begin with. But you’re one of the few constants in his life and now he can’t stop looking at you. Can’t. And how you’re helping him selflessly. Something was different.

“Good,” he looks up, chuckling under his breath. “I would have thrown up.”

“You would have fucking loved it. But if you’re going to see that, it’s not going to be free, that’s for sure,” you smile. His eyes crinkle in the corners.

You rip your blouse in half and tie the ends together, creating a long piece of tight fabric to use to stop Steve’s bleeding. You tighten it in your grasp and look up at his pained expression, lifting his arms to give you easy access. You try not to sit and admire his exposed skin and toned chest and arms. The tension between you two becomes static and thick, frequencies rapidly changing like Dustin’s cerebro.

Something was different.

You look up at him, “Ready?”

He nods and looks away from you, “Yeah, just do it.”

You reach around his back and wrap the white fabric around him, having to be pressed against him as you tighten it and tie it. Your chest just barely meets his when you accidentally look up at him. His eyes are already on you and watching you work. You look away with heat rising to your face and making your skin prickle.

“This... uh, is this good?” you ask, voice quiet and unsteady.

“Yeah,” he says, still looking at you.

You finish off tying him and tuck in the excess, brushing off nonexistent dirt from the makeshift tourniquet. You meet his eyes and flash a small smile.

You tilt your head, “Better?”

“Better. Thank you.”

“Well, I’m not a nurse’s daughter for nothing,” you say and immediately regretting bringing up your mother. The taunting from school ringing in your head like an unwanted alarm.

He looks you over, trying to find the right words, “She’d be proud of you, then. She uh... she must work really hard.”

“Thanks,” you stare at him, a bit dumbfounded. “And yeah, she does.”

The two of you are silent for a beat from his attempt at a compliment before he speaks again, “So, I guess you don’t want me dead then, huh?”

You cock an eyebrow, tying back your hair, “What?”

“S-since you didn’t let me bleed out. Ya know... saved my life and all,” he says, nervously and he gets an almost grin out of you. Why was he acting like this?

“Oh. Well... if anyone’s going to kill you, it’s going to be me,” you smile at him.

Robin and Nancy look at the two of you and smile softly. Eddie gestures a finger going into an hole with his other hand at you. You flip him off when Steve looks away.

You turn around to move your way back to the others when you feel a hand on your back. You turn to look over your shoulder at Steve who’s got his fingers brushing against your back and inspecting something with a furrowed brow.

“You’re hurt,” he frowns, looking down at you. He unconsciously drags his gentle, calloused finger around the edge of the small wound. “You’ve got a cut back here from those bats.”

“Oh, I don’t even feel it,” you turn around to look at him. “I’m okay, really.”

“Are you sure?” he looks at you with those puppy dog, chestnut eyes like he’s really concerned. Your chest tightens at the care in his tone. It almost sounded sincere.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you say quietly and nod. What was it to him?

“Hey, Romeo and Juliet!” Robin calls over to the two of you, arms folded and her hip jutted with a small, satisfied smile. “Come on already.”

Eddie climbs up on the roof of a small shed in front of you guys, trying to find a clearing through the woods.

“We need a way to get past those bats if we’re ever going to get out of here,” Nancy muses, thinking out loud.

“Isn’t this place just like regular Hawkins except... with scary shit?” Robin turns around and asks.

Steve nods behind you, “Yeah, why?”

Robin behind pacing back and forth and gesturing wildly, as she does, “Then theoretically... we can just go down to the police station and get supplies and... and weapons! Like guns, ammo, and grenades and blow those suckers sky high so we can get outta here.”

“Well, I doubt that the Hawkins police station has grenades, but guns sure,” Steve says. You smiled at that.

“We don’t need to go all the way to the station, I have guns,” you look at the others and Eddie who hops down from the roof with his eyebrows raised incredulously in your direction.

“You...” Eddie smiles widely. “You have guns? Y/n Y/ln... has guns?”

“Yes,” you chuckle softly. “A Russian Makarov and a .22.”

Steve moves to stand beside you and smiles, “You almost shot me with that one once.”

Eleventh grade party. Drinks and Truth and Dare were involved. Feelings were shared, it was a long story. But it made you grin at the unfortunate memory, nonetheless.

“And you almost deserved it,” you look at him and he locks eyes with you, cracking a small smile.

“I have guns too,” Nancy pipes up. “We can split up and get all of them and meet back here to kill those shits.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Eddie smiles. He then moves to slip off his jean vest and throws it at an unsuspecting Steve.

He shrugs, “For your modesty, dude.”

Steve smirks softly and slips on the vest, “Thanks.” Dammit, he looked fucking good.

“Me, Nancy, and Eddie can go to Nancy’s while the new best friends, Steve and Y/n can go to her house,” Robin tilts her head and looks in your direction, eyes twinkling conspiratorially. “We’ll reconvene here in an hour.”

You laugh uncomfortably, “Um... I don’t-”

“Sure,” Steve’s hand brushes accidentally against your own and you jump slightly. “Let’s get going.”

You glare at your three friends, all waving goodbye with sickly sweet and innocent smiles.

Ugh.

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Seeing your house in a weird, alien alternate dimension was one of the weirdest things you think you’ve ever come to experience. Moving and swirling dark vines crawl around the walls and ceilings with floating ash and particles coating the atmosphere like dust on old, untouched wood. You and Steve slowly walk around the desolate, abandoned home.

It felt like one big, rude metaphor for the way your hate for Steve has rotted away at your insides, poisoning your interactions and mood like this place. This prison.

Steve stares at you when you’re not looking. Your dirt stained and ripped tank top and shorts, flushed, hot face, frizzy hair in a pony, scuffs up and down your battered arms, and headphones against your ears as you listen for the 200th time to your favorite song that was slowly becoming your least. You looked absolutely beautiful despite your frazzled state.

He wasn’t just now noticing how beautiful you are though, he always noticed. Even if he didn’t want to, it just had a way of making him brutally aware at all times. From the first time he saw you, despite the arguing and the rivalry, you’ve always been beautiful. It was honestly annoying because he shouldn’t be thinking about how good you looked in jeans or how soft your hair always looked when you two were screaming at each other.

Or wondering f you were thinking the same things about him. You were.

“I’ll go look in my room and you can look in my mom’s. She might have some in there, too,” you start to move towards the staircase.

“We shouldn’t split up, let’s just look in yours.”

“I’m sure I won’t need protection in my own house, it’s fine.”

“Vecna could be anywhere and you’re still cursed. You shouldn’t be alone, I’m sticking with you.”

You sigh aloud and look up at him, “Steve, I’m not made of glass.”

He pinches his brow, eyes falling over you like he’s had years of practice, “I didn’t say that-”

“Just go look in my mom’s room,” you plead with him. If one more person looked at you like you were going to fall apart at any moment, you’d scream. “Please, Steve.”

He doesn’t say anything and stalks off towards your mom’s room, memory serving him well from the last time he’s been here from the graduation party senior year. You watch him walk off before turning and running up the stairs, ‘Dream’s by Fleetwood Mac the soundtrack playing as you searched your bedroom upstairs. You begin to look in your closet and the safe your mother got you after letting you have these guns.

After everything with Will, she came to the realization Hawkins was just as, if not more, dangerous than the big bad and vast New York City you grew up in. Scary times called for drastic measures and that meant throwing your morals aside and purchasing some fucking firearms.

You twist in the combination and pull open the door to the safe as you hear footsteps closing in on you and Steve walks through the door. You were only gone for a minute before he’s coming back, you knew immediately he didn’t look very hard.

He leans against the doorway and watches you take out both of your guns. You check the ammo and see they’re fully loaded, twisting the barrels. You look up at Steve and see he’s empty handed.

“Did you not find anything?”

He looks at you with raised eyebrows and a blank stare that says Really?, “No, obviously not, y/n.”

You laugh dryly, stuffing the guns into one of your tote bags on your wall, and slinging it over your shoulder, “Don’t be a dick, Harrington, there’s more at stake here than your need for constant sarcasm.”

“Well, you jumped my ass when I tried to show concern for you, so what’s the alternative? Complete silence? Apathy?” he steps towards you with his arms folded over his bare chest. Thank god, it was so distracting. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, y/n, since you seem to have a problem with everything that I choose.”

You roll your eyes with a groan, “For fuck’s sake-”

He interrupts you with a loud wince of pain when he grips his side and his palm comes back up stained with scarlet, blood seeping through the bandage you created for him. Petty argument forgotten, you gently set down your bag and walk over to him to inspect his pulsing wound.

“I need to unwrap and disinfect this or it’ll get worse,” you lay your hand against his stomach and he stiffens at your touch. “Sit down on the bed.”

He breathes a laugh at your bossiness, “Yes, ma'am.”

You help him down and shake your head as you move to find your first aid kit.

You find it on top of your cabinet and stand up on the tips of your toes, sneakers bending to reach up and grab it. He doesn’t know if it’s the blood loss or his impending fear of death, but his eyes are glued to your ass in your small shorts, cinching your waist and making your legs look longer and thighs look grabbable. He wanted to punch himself for it, but you looked so good.

You turn around and are met with his flushed, red face. You brush it off as a result of his injury and sit yourself down next to him.

“Ready?” you brush your fingers against the tourniquet. “I’m going to unwrap you now.”

He nods and you gingerly untie his wrap, watching him stiffen slightly from the friction of the cloth against his wound. You look at the cuts on his sides and the red ring around his neck and frown. Even if you weren’t his biggest fan, you didn’t like seeing him in so much pain, it made your chest ache. While grabbing an antiseptic wipe, Steve’s watches your every move with softened eyes and a small smile.

He liked watching you work and take care of him, it was a nice change of pace from the usual barbed words and insults. He knows he started it. You came into school, so kind and so sweet, and he stomped all over you because he was insecure and cared too much about popularity. After Nancy broke his heart, it changed him and left him without social status, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. It was the brutal wake up call he needed, and your stubborn ass didn’t want to let go of the old him, but he didn’t blame you. Not when he didn’t want to open up and let you in even now. To extend the olive branch. To apologize.

“This is going to sting a bit,” you hover over his cut. He sighs and nods again. You dab the wipe against his cuts and he tilts his head back, holding his breath.

You needed to get closer to him so you move to swing your leg over his, sitting up on his thick, denim clad thigh. You look in his eyes for what seems like the 1000th time today, memorizing the golden lines and flecks in his brown irises.

“This okay?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, y/n...” he says all of a sudden, meeting your eyes.

“For what, Steve?” you say softly.

“For everything. For being such a dick to you in high school and an asshole still. You didn’t deserve... don’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”

You sigh, eyes stinging a bit at the surprise apology, and the direness of the situation, with everything going on you wanted to cry. But you don’t and instead force an easy smile and nod.

“I’m sorry that I um... that I never gave you the chance to be better. I shouldn’t hold grudges. You’ve clearly changed a lot.” Your easy smile slips into a more comfortable, genuine one that he returns. “So, we’re okay.”

You scooch closer as you wipe off the dried blood on his skin. He groans at you shimmying on his thigh and has to will his pants not to get tighter. His hands grip your waist and move you closer so you can get your better angle. You chest hits his shoulder and you let out a small ‘oomph’ at the impact. But your skin feels lit like a live wire, curling and coiling and licking your insides.

He speaks with gritted teeth, laughing with his chin tilted up, “Just so you stop shimmying on my leg.”

You lips curve, “What? Is it bothering you?”

“It’s...” his eyes scan over your face. “It’s distracting.”

You grab a better wrap from the kit and begin tying it around his torso. You shimmy a bit again without thinking (or maybe to fluster him) and his grip tightens on your waist, anchoring you in place. The only sounds you hear being the soft music playing from your headphones around your neck and the thundering beat of your heart. Who knew heartfelt apologies could jumpstart feelings so much? Things that laid dormant for five years, now bubbling over the surface.

“Too much?” you ignore his previous confession and ask.

“N-nope... it’s fine.”

You tie it up securely in front of you, feeling his thigh tense between your own, and it send a jolt of energy to your core. You inhale sharply when he accidentally does it again and he notices, cocking an eyebrow at you.

He smirks, mocking, “Too much?”

“You’re an asshole,” you huff, tugging at his bandage.

He grabs your wrist, smirk intensifying, “Are you turned on right now?”

You pinch your brow, back to insults, “No, you weirdo. You’re the one over here getting a boner from me being on your thigh.”

He laughs dryly, “Like I can fucking help that. Why are you looking at my dick anyway?”

“I’m not!”

“You so are.”

“You’re literally a child,” you finish off fixing his bandage and inspect your work. You grin, amused, “Or a horny teenager.”

“Shut up, y/n,” he meets your gaze.

You cock your head to the side, voice low and quiet, “Why don’t you make me?”

Your noses brush from your close proximity to him and you share one heated and bated breath. He smells like smoke and ash and cologne with flushed, pink cheeks and half lidded eyes.

His lips brush against yours, “You won’t like how I’ll do it.”

Before you can disagree, his mouth is crashing against yours, full force and full of passion and years of pent up want and need for the other. You inhale sharply through your nose, finally kissing him back with your hands tangled in Eddie’s jean vest he’s wearing. His large, calloused hand slips to pull you in by the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging out your ponytail, letting your hair spill out. It’s all tongue and teeth and mouths dragging against the other, hate fueled and gasoline lit.

You’re grabbing everything you can on each other. His hands falls to your waist and pull you closer and he’s gripping you so hard it’s almost painful, but the biting sting of his fingernails and the strength in them make you moan aloud into his mouth. He eagerly swallows it and groans in return when your arms wrap around his neck, breast pushed up against his hard chest. Two puzzle pieces trying to fit over and over but realizing you never will, making it more exciting, the challenge of it all. And yet there was a secret stability and peace from finally diving in the deep end instead of dipping a toe in the shallow.

“You actually seem to like it,” he mumbles into your mouth, smiling into the kiss.

“You’re such an asshole,” you kiss under his jaw and down his neck, licking at his hot skin. He moans, his pretty noises in your ear, “You don’t seem to hate it either.” You start moving against his thigh without any thought and he cracks a slow, lazy smile.

“For someone who’s hated me for so long, you sure are making a lot of noises,” he tugs you closer.

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose. “Cocky little shit.”

He grins. “You gonna ride my thigh, pretty girl,” he begins to rock his leg against your aching cunt, making you whine. “Make yourself cum on my jeans, you’re so fucking sexy. So good for me.”

Fuck, he was so good at dirty talk. He always did know how to match your energy.

You nod eagerly and undo your belt, slipping off your jean shorts to reveal your lace panties. You sit back down gently on his leg, “This okay?”

“More than okay,” he grips you by the waist and helps you move against him. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck and sucks into your sensitive skin, whispering darkly, “Come on and use me, beautiful. I’m all yours, I always have been.”

You grind against his thigh, the denim providing much needed friction against your swollen clit, making you keen against him. One of your hand falls to his lap, palming him through his pants.

“Fuck, angel...” he groans. “Shit, please.”

His hand grabs your neck and presses his fingers into your pulse points as he kisses down your chest. He rips down your top, your tits bouncing out of your tank. He scatters kisses across your chest, a constellation of love bites and marks, making his way to your nipples where he licks and sucks. His tongue swirls around the hard bud as he palms the other, going back and forth. Your slick stains his pants and the thought makes him groan against your neck. The way you were using him to get to your release fired off something inside him; the irredeemable need to please you.

The coil in your gut begins to tighten as you continue to rut against his hard, muscular thigh. He looks up at you from between your breasts and smiles, cat-like and shit eating. Your hand slips into his pants as you pump his cock in your hand, thumb brushing over the tip that was already wet with precum.

“This does something for you?” you whisper, kissing his temple. “Already so close from just pleasuring me...”

His eyes were glued to your lust blown ones, heavy lidded, looking under your lashes with swollen, red lips. He liked the way you spoke to him, praising him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you run your fingers through his soft, trademark hair. “I’m so close, baby. Fuck.”

His voice is whiny, needy, and it made you realize how much you liked it. His need to please and yours in return. Pleasing each other back and forth until both of you snap.

“Cum for me, angel. Please,” he kisses you hard as the coil finally snaps in your gut, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. So hard, it was almost painful how good it felt.

He comes apart in your hand, his face still nuzzled in your neck, sending goosebumps and thrills down your arms. You take your hand out and lick your fingers, locking with his eyes all the while.

“We should probably get back to the others now,” he mumbles into your skin.

“At least we have something to look forward to,” you run your fingers through his hair, a fantasy of yours finally blossoming into fruition. “Fuck, our friends are going to have a field day with this.”

“Probably so. But when we get out of here, I’m going to take you on a real date... and fuck you properly,” he kisses your throat. “How’s that sound?”

You grin, “Sounds amazing, dumbass.”

He kisses you, “I’m glad, ugly.”

#steve #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #dustin henderson #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #hopper #smut

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Cullen Cannons #1

It’s never really mentioned in the books but the the Cullens are a very musical family. While only Edward is the only one ever seen playing they have an eternity on their hands so they’ve all developed musical talents. One year Esme suggested that they join the school band (in Jasper’s case orchestra) . . . never ever ever again.

ALICE plays the flute and drums, (bass drum probably weighs more than her, she once hid inside it during a game of vampire hide n’ seek) she, Emmet and, Jacob started a garage band with the pack. Bella will join in occasionally on clarinet. They love playing kids songs like Baby Shark to annoy the crap out of Eddie Boi. Both Jasper and Rosalie have threatened to divorce at some point (bluffing ofc)

BELLA plays or rather played the clarinet she did it for one year in fifth grade, and has the trauma to prove it, Edward only found out after finding her old instrument when they were clearing out her room in Phoenix and seeing a tape of a recital, Bella was of course embarrassed but picked the instrument up again on a dare after Emmet learnt of this, she is now actually very good. But her hidden talent is that she is amazing at singing. On her first “birthday” as an immortal Alice dragged her to a karaoke place and she absolutely killed it.

CARLISLE plays the cello, (I don’t know why but I’ve always just thought he would) back when it was just him, Edward and Esme, the boys would play duets for Esme, and Carlisle even worked with Edward to compose a piece just for her. (Separate from Esme’s song) He never brings it up but . . . that man can SING. Esme is always asking him to and despite his shyness he loves indulging his wife so whenever they go to Isle Esme he will sing for her, nobody but Edward (and now Aro cuz he read Edward’s thoughts in BD; AKWARD) knows.

Aro in the clearing in the midst of everything: My dear, dear Carlisle it would appear you’ve been holding out on me tch, tch, tch

EDDIE BOI there’s not really much to say but given how much music (especially LINKIN PARK) our boy listens to there’s no way he doesn’t know them all on piano.

Edward at ungodly hours of the night: *classical rendition of leave out all the rest*

Everyone in a 100 kilometre radius: :( :( :(

He also had to learn the entire frozen soundtrack because he lost a bet with Emmet

EMMET plays the drums. He has experimented with saxophone and tuba though and is OBSESSED with the BA DUM TSSSS sound. This boy once spent a whole ENTIRE morning doing just that until Edward threatened to rip off his fingers and hide them around the country.

ESME also plays the piano as well as the harp she often does duets with Jasper and or Edward.

JACOB plays the trumpet and Xylophone and the kazoo (yes you read that right) his fave song is pink panther theme. Surprisingly talented and will take requests. Loves playing super dirty/cheesy/inappropriate for children songs on kazoo. He is a nice guy and never does this around Renesmèe. He does however love a good dare, and one day he asked if he could come shopping with Esme since he is after all the only one who eats human food (Ren prefers blood). Esme was happy to bond with her grandson in law. He snuck his kazoo into the store and much to poor Esme’s horror started belting out Flo Rida’s low in the produce section.

JASPER is an absolute fricking MASTER of the violin, he learned to play before he became a vampire . . . but he’s extremely shy and almost never plays except when Alice begs him, he can’t resist her puppy eyes. He can sing and is actually quite good but doesn’t like too, in fact he absolutely loathes it. He likes k-pop and knows all of BTS’s on the violin which comes in handy for screwing with Eddie Boi when he’s being a miserable drama queen. I also feel like maybe he could channel his abilities into his music and use it to project emotions like Vanya from Umbrella Academy or some cool stuff like that. He is also excellent at the piano because his mother kept one around when he was a child. After he was turned he found that Maria had one as well and he picked up playing again. He knows that piano is Edward’s special thing so he never plays except when no one can hear him. He and Rosalie are also pretty close so they’ve composed a few pieces together.

ROSALIE plays can also the piano and is a trained singer. She can play the flute and has experimented with Viola. Because of the whole twin charade Rosalie and Jasper have actually become friends and he taught her to play the violin, and Esme has taught her a bit of harp. She doesn’t really do anything crazy, if she wants to be petty she can just destroy your car.

Actually all the Cullens can sing but Carlisle, Bella, Jasper and Rosalie are definitely the best.

Hope you liked it if you have any suggestions let me know.

#the cullens #rosalie lillian hale #jasper whitlock #alice cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #headcannons #twilight #twilight headcanon #the wolf pack #jacob black #music #musical instruments

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Whew! Feeling loads of mixed feelings (mainly good ones!) but wow

Lmao this is me and you guys celebrating reaching the end of book 3:

So first of all, OH MY GOD OH MY FREAKING GOD I CANT HANDLE THIS CUTENESS I WILL PASS OUT WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE I WILL CRY

Having been held onto like this, Hua Cheng’s eyes were twinkling, and a moment later, he smiled. “I suggest you both hold your tongue and just follow. I’m in a good mood, so I won’t fight you for now.”

This line really caught my attention because it really brings to light how Hua Cheng and White No Face are two parallels in so many ways, and like yes Hua Cheng would never kill Xie Lian and neither would White No Face.....but for very different reasons

Xie Lian shook his head. “It’s not that, San Lang, We’re not the same. He…won’t kill me, I can swear it.”

MY HEART IS ACTUALLY BURSTING WITH EMOTIONS CUZ I CANT THIS IS TOO MUCH FLUFF LIKE OVERDOSE OF FLUFF LIKE TOO MUCH TOOTH ROTTING CUTE FLUFF I LOVE IT SO MUCH I wanna squish them, put them in a little bottle, and just keep them in my pocket

Only with his reminder did Xie Lian recall there was such a thing, and he quickly said, “Wait! The other things aside. San Lang, your…are your ashes properly hidden away?”

“A long time ago,” Hua Cheng replied.

Xie Lian nodded, but after a pause, he still couldn’t help but double check. “Are you sure it’s properly hidden? That place is secure enough? It won’t be found?”

Hua Cheng answered leisurely, “To me, it’s the safest place in the world.”

Xie Lian, however, didn’t think there was anything that was absolute in this world and pressed,

“You’re absolutely sure?”

Hua Cheng smiled cheerfully. “If its hiding place is destroyed, then there’s no need for me to exist either. Of course I’m sure.”

Oooohhhh OK BUT IMAGINE THIS? SO BEAUTIFUL YET HAUNTING and also WTFFFFF????? LANG YING????? NO WONDER HUA CHENG WAS SO APPREHENSIVE OF HIM And also what the hell it's so creepy that he had been with Xie Lian dressed as Lang Ying the whole time....like again back to how White No Face and Hua Cheng mirror each other in that both followed Xie Lian but one did it in such a disturbing and boundary breaking way while the other was so respectful

Under the white veil was a divine statue of him. This was a God-Pleasing Crown Prince statue, a sword in one hand, flower in the other, a smile hung on the face. Only, there was a trace of blood on that smile.

The source of that blood was the sword gripped in its hand. There was a youth pierced upon the blade, his head wrapped full of bandages, his body covered in blood. It was Lang Ying!

Ok but I love love love the imagery here and the underlying message cuz it's like yes White No Face was the one causing trouble, but it was Xie Lian's OWN sword that broke his statue and I feel like this is some heavy metaphor for what is to come....

Xie Lian’s face was instantly paled by a shade, the veins on the back of his hands popped and he slashed with his sword, shouting, “SHUT UP!”

White No-Face sidestepped and avoided the strike, but CLANG! The attack sliced through the sword gripped in the hands of his own divine statue. Now he’d done it; the God-Pleasing Crown Prince statue wielded a broken sword, and the statue itself thus became a ruined artefact. Xie Lian instantly snapped out of it, like he was suddenly drenched by a bucket of cold water.

One of my fave shades of Xie Lian is flustered Xie Lian!

Xie Lian “en, en, en”-ed randomly a couple times, and was just about to run away when Hua Cheng pulled him to a stop, pointing out, “Your Highness! Where are you running to? You’re going in the wrong direction.”

Only then did Xie Lian discover he was running back the way they came and immediately turned back around, even slipping on the ice once. He quickly pressed down on his bamboo hat.

“N-No. I, I’m just a little cold, thought I’d jog around a bit, warm up…”

ALSOOOOO AHHH THE KISSS OH MY GOD IT WAS SO SOFT AND SO GENTLE OH MY GOD I WILL CRY DJDMDKCKFMFMF

See!! Again the similarities are so blazingly obvious and yet Hua Cheng and Xie Lian couldn't be more different. Like one came for safety and protection while one came for pain and distress, and I guess I didn't notice til now since we are finally getting to see White No Face interact and all

White No-Face easily dodged every single one of his strikes, and Xie Lian cried in rage, “Why haven’t you died? WHY DID YOU COME TO THE KILN?”

“Because of you!” White No-Face replied.

Xie Lian’s movement faltered, and he huffed a breath. “What do you mean?”

White No-Face answered languidly, “Because you’ve come. So, I’ve come too.”

Just had a sudden, rather freaky thought. What if White No Face had been with Xie Lian throughout the book (present day) the whole time the same way Hua Cheng had....

WHAT THE FLIPPING HELLL WHAT THE AUDACITY THE ABSOLITE AUDICTY but also that's low key kinda so smart BUT ALSO HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!?

White No-Face lifted his face to look at his eyes, and he said warmly, “Your Highness, I think you might have misunderstood. There certainly will be a Supreme who will emerge from this Kiln, but, it won’t be me. It will be you.”

OH MY GOD HUA CHENG WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU WHAT THE HECK MAN COME BACK QUICK I am so worried for my baby T-T

Then, without giving him a chance to protest, that tragically pale cry-smiling mask melted with the infinite darkness as it was heavily pressed onto Xie Lian’s face.

And with that book 3 = done!!! I'm so excited for book 4 and am ready for whatever comes my way! 😊✨️

#tian guan ci fu #tgcf #xie lian #heaven's official blessings spoilers #hua cheng #heaven’s official blessings #tgcf spoilers #tgcf journey #ch 178-180

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Fave Shows tag game

Rules: List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.

Doctor Who

The Office

Hannibal

Succession

Z Nation

Thank you so much for tagging me @veraynes-blog <3 ! Took me a while to pick a top 5 because my list always changes (except for the first one. Doctor Who has been my #1 show for over 10 years hehehe)

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

That's a rough one. Every character is hilarious in their own way and I have different reasons for why I love each one. Usually I'd say it's Pam, because I've always identified with her story and her character arc is the best one in the show imo. But lately, thanks to my many rewatches, I've been falling for Angela Martin. Despite being a very unpleasant person most of the time, her character is consistently one of the funniest of the show and to me, one of the most interesting. Throughout the run of the show we've seen moments where she shows she's more than the 'office bitch', and an actual person who struggles to connect to most people because she thinks she's better than everybody else. Of course, she's a hypocrite - she often judges people, like Pam, accusing them of doing things she does herself, like she's projecting. And by the end of the show, we see that amazing story arc, sort of a redemption arc for her character that was amazingly acted and UGH I just love Angela and I think she's so much more complex than people give her credit for, yes, even for a sitcom character.

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

We've got like a thousand characters in 1 lol I don't know, I guess... Clara? Like, I used to dislike her a few years ago, then I tried to like her (I do love her outfits though), but now I just don't care much for her. I don't know, I always thought she was a bit annoying, never liked her 'bossy' personality, I thought her character arc was confusing (I do understand it now and... no comment) and now I just think people try to make her seem way more cool than she is. Like nobody has ever been able to sell me the idea that she's a good character. Maybe she is but I just don't care for her enough to try to like her again.

3. What’s your favourite episode of 4?

'Safe room' was my favorite episode because it had some really good comedic scenes, so it was a sort of a comfort episode for me even though it's not comfortable at all lol. But it was just because I felt like I had to pick one and it was the easiest one to watch, for me. But after sesaon 4 I have to say... all of season 4. I can't pick a favorite one, it's all so perfect. The performances were absolutely incredible in each one of them.

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

Season 1. It was much more consistent than the rest of the show in terms of quality (even though I love all of it - yes, even s4 and s5) and it has my favorite episode, 'Murphy's Law'.

5. What’s your favourite relationship in 3?

Hannibal and Will, duuuhh. Not the healthiest, that's Bella and Jack, and they're lovely. But Will and Hannibal remain my favorites.

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

I'm against all relationships that disrupt Angela & Dwight, my OTP.

7. How long have you watched 1?

Since I was about 12 years old. I was zapping through channels and since there was nothing else to watch, I left Dr. Who on. I remember it was Smith and Jones. Took 5 minutes for me to fall in love with the show.

8. How did you become interested in 3?

I started watching Hannibal back when it was still on, but I don't remember how exactly I became interested in it. I do remember everyone was talking about it on tumblr back then.

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

Okay it's impossible to mention just one. The casting choices for Succession were amazing and the performances are flawless. I did fall in love with the siblings even more in s4. I think Jeremy, Sarah, Kieran and Alan gave some of the best performances of their lives.

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

Doctor Who will always be my nº1 choice!

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

Doctor Who, definitively, for obvious reasons lol

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Believe me when I say I don't want to be anyone on that show lmao

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

I'd have to be crazy to kill Warren, but if she ever died, I'd want it to be a very dignified death. It's hard to have that in the apocalypse though. But I know I'd give her a painless death, because my girl has been through a LOT.

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

Succession but with cannibalism and murder? Okay now that would be very interesting. I don't doubt any of the Roys would be capable of murder, but cannibalism... I don't know, probably would work better figuratively.

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

I keep trying to think of two characters but there are so many! I would like to see the 7th Doctor and the War Master. I don't know if they've ever been in an audio together but they'd be such a power couple and AMAZING enemies <3 can't go wrong with Thoschei.

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

I think both shows were very well cast - all the actors seemed perfect for the parts they were playing. I do need to single out Mads Mikkelsen as Hannibal though, because Mads seems like such a sweetheart and at the same time a hot dad irl, but looks absolutely terrifying as Hannibal.

Tagging @thebraxiatelcollection @valdomarx @aphrodititi @katseternity @ichabodcranemills @xryptiid @theladyofspaceandtime in case you guys would like to do it as well. If anyone else wants to do this, it's super fun!

#ask meme #this was so much fun #i had to stop myself from writing a whole essay under the first question lol #i love tag games

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you will always hear me putting respect on pllos and all the actresses names bc the product was amazing but i do have some criticisms.

i love how everything had reasoning to back it. motives were there and most questions were answered. however the last two episodes were paced way too quickly. you could tell they were struggling to fit all the tied up ends into two final episodes once we got to ep 9. for instance with mouses storyline ash and her moms just show up at the motel room and everything is fine? no further explanation for what mouse is even doing and why. the back to back nature of the reveals playing out was so fast that it became a bit absurd to me. that was a good thing abt og pll was that you had plenty of eps in a season to space things in a more digestible fashion. now i do think 20 is too much but a little filler in between the heavy plot points would be nice. it’s just that the pacing was very good in the first 7-8 eps and then everything was quickly taken care of in a very dramatic way in two eps.

also again i loved the motive and explanation behind A and the actions they took but i didn’t like that we barely knew anything abt the principal other than that he was annoying and we only knew abt angela’s brother right before the reveal. wish the girls would’ve questioned the principal abt angela since he was a teacher in 99 and then we would’ve known more abt him and who he was so we could’ve been more emotionally invested in his character or had him ruled out already only to be surprised by the reveal. og pll failed in this area too with later A reveals bc ppl want betrayal which requires more work and confidence from writers and producers to ruin character perceptions of a character their audience knows or loves. if they could’ve done this right pllos would have been the perfect reboot imo. maybe with another season angela’s brother will be revealed to actually be someone we know. one thing abt me is that i’m always gonna prefer a peer as A to an adult bc get a job and stop torturing children youre 30+ years old, it’s lame behavior.

there were some pieces that should have been or need to be followed up on though. would have liked more closure on the joe situation and the waters house including the cage and dead body. why was joe there and chasing imogen like that? also didn’t like how everybody kind of just brushed past the fact that tyler was killed. he was garbage but still that’s a murder and should raise more eyebrows. and another thing, what was the deal w A’s box in imogens basement like what all was in it and what is the significance of it being an army trunk/crate? there’s a lot more that could be garnered from that. finally, i filed this away in the back of my mind early on and don’t know if it’s still relevant but did noa actually destroy the usb with the karen video? we never actually saw her do this hm.

regarding characters and actors, miss bailee madison delivered as imogen and i will see to it she receives her emmy for this bc from the screams to the chase scenes everything was on point and just calibers above what is to be expected from a project like this. i absolutely loved the main girls and the chemistry they were able to bring despite only ten eps. yes i think the chemistry came a bit fast for them almost all being strangers but they had to work with what they got. the best chemistry was that between imogen and tabby which i’m hoping develops into something more (but also faranoa hello). i need more one on one interactions between the other girls though so we can get that chemistry that came with the og girls and all the pairings. and while talking abt the girls, i wanna shout out farans arc and just how much she changed over the season bc she’s one of my faves for that. in terms of lgbtq matters, the show has widely improved trans rep in ash and love him and mouse together. mouse is also queer and love that for her and at the same time i also need wlw relationships involving at least one main girl (pls let it be noa i need to see maia reficco kissing women) so hoping for some slow burn development in s2 as previously mentioned.

i think the thing that sold me most was the aesthetics like for one, the spooky autumnal vibes no matter when the events were taking place and part of that was that they shot in the same school building as chilling adventures of sabrina and i think that set is immaculate. plus i love old school horror and they paid so much homage to that and that sells it for me above a lot of other things.

one thing that is unforgivable though is the heavy handed insertion of predatEzra (© mikes mike on yt) Fitz. like i don’t need to explain this one, i don’t want to see or hear abt him, especially not when what’s said implies and basically spells out that he and aria are a perfect and acceptable couple bc it’s a slap in the face when all throughout the season the writers consistently and rightfully denounce sexual violence and grooming behavior only to end with this after we were led to believe the reboot had tried to make up for the sins of the original. it’s ugly, sick, and twisted! and only marlene king would continually make this the hill she wants to die on but that’s a topic for another day.

#pllos #pretty little liars: original sin #my

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yes you're right sorry, don't know what i was thinking! i love the part where helnik runs away together and lives happily forever with their love and endless waffles <3.

i never thought i could warm up to zoya with how she was in the first book (look i know alina isn't everyone's fave but i hated mean zoya was to her) but she became one of my absolute favorite characters. the friendships she forms with alina and genya, the romance will nikolai, it's amazing.

i'm honestly worried that we haven't heard anything about s3 being renewed but i'm hoping so much it happens cause we need the rest of the story, we need the crows spinoff, and we need king of scars adapted so we get all the zoyalai goodness.

living with their love and endless waffles was my favourite bit for real<3

her development was just so good! i never warmed to her in the first book either, but she really was that typical embodiment of a girl who gets it wrong but worked to do better, and i loved her journey. i'm always here for stories of growth, of complex characters who make mistakes but learn from them, and zoya became such a great character with so many multi-faceted layers. it will be a disservice if she never gets her moment to shine because she truly deserves it, and as you say, the interactions she forms! the care she comes to hold for others! they were just such a delight to read and i can only hope we get the chance to see more of them.

i think it's quite usual to wait a while for renewal news. i was hoping we might hear rather promptly after the month of release was up, but that was more hope than expectations. there's shows that have dropped a lot earlier than shadow and bone still waiting for news of a next season so i think we just need to give it time. i still bounce back and forth on whether we'll get a spin off/s3, on the one hand social media engagement seems high which netflix likes, on the other viewing figures don't seem as high as they would want, but really we don't know what they're thinking and it's impossible to speculate. i so want to see those stories come to life so i feel all i can do is cross my fingers and hope!

#Anonymous #shadow and bone for ts

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Brain topic du jour is reflecting on the frankly weird as fuck pattern in Dick’s life where....he barely ever experiences losses one at a time. Most of the loss he’s experienced in his life is compounded by him losing multiple people and other elements of stability all at the exact same time.

1) When his parents died, in some continuities this is coupled with him losing his extended family of his aunt and cousin as well, with his uncle left comatose and on life support for years before he eventually died as well. Even in continuities without Richard, Karla and John, the loss of Dick’s parents is compounded by the additional loss of his circus family in the sense that he was taken away from them by the state and their constant reassuring presences in his life were no longer comforts he was able to rely on.

2) When Jason died, Dick didn’t just lose his brother, as the tragedy was compounded by Bruce’s reaction. I’ll never be able to gloss over the effects of NTT #55, personally, because I think its too key to Dick’s entire characterization and the specific direction his character took in the years that followed this, to like....disregard that Bruce however unintentionally, while lost in his own grief, added to Dick’s own sense of loss for Jason in probably the worst way possible. As by kicking Dick out and telling him to leave his keys, Dick - having no way to know or guess that they’d ever reconcile, just like he never actually went back to the circus being a regular presence for him - to Dick, this was in essence the equivalent of his childhood tragedy all over again. Losing not just one family member, but his whole family in one sweep, and all the comforts and stability offered by a home he was forced to leave. Even Dick’s contact with Alfred was minimal for awhile, because why would the guy who basically JUST saw history repeat itself and was like, well I know how THIS tends to play out.....why would he think that if Alfred felt forced to actually choose between his loyalties to Bruce and Dick respectively, that Alfred would pick Dick over the man he’d known and raised from childhood himself?

3) Titans Hunt. I know I harp on this one a lot, but you can’t deny that it fits the pattern. Dick didn’t just lose one friend and teammate.....he lost Joey, he lost a good four or five lesser known Titans who nevertheless were people he viewed as directly HIS responsibility to keep safe. With these tragedies compounded by the fact that though comics played out a lot more slowburn and extended stories over years back then, like.....the aftermath of Titans Hunt was still everpresent and directly died into Dick’s reactions and emotions during the Mirage storyline and everything that happened with the failed wedding and his breakup with Kory AND the fact that he was literally forced off the team he’d basically founded, by the government agency that took over the team and appointed Roy as its leader in his stead.

3) Graduation Day. The second time the Titans disbanded it was again not due to a singular loss, because Dick didn’t just lose Donna at this point, but also Lilith died in the exact same story and though Lilith is criminally underused, like, she’s also one of Dick’s oldest friends. She was literally the first Titan to join after the original five. This then led into the Outsiders era, where Dick was shown to still be reeling from the losses of this story for an extended period of time, and in a fun parallel to the Titans Hunt aftermath, Dick was also ousted from his leadership of THIS team by essentially a vote of no confidence by his teammates (and uh, Bruce too, literally).

4) The Blockbuster arc. Where Dick’s emotional state was due to a continued string of multiple losses. He lost his apartment building and almost every one of the neighbors he’d built a community out of, as we’d been shown him actively involving himself in their lives and vice versa for YEARS before this point. Then he lost his circus, his childhood home, burned to the ground and with dozens of deaths - both spectators and actual performers Dick had known and loved as a child. Then he lost his relationship with Barbara, his sense of self-security and autonomy to Tarantula, he lost another teen vigilante who died in his colors, the mantle HE’D created, when Stephanie was believed dead in War Games, and it all culminated in losing the city he’d invested himself in as his CHOSEN home, the place he dedicated himself to protecting, when Chemo blew it up.

Oh just for the record - my nonexistent passport to the magical kingdom of Narnia for a fic that raises the point when bringing up Tim’s losses in the Red Robin era, that like.....ALL of the above happened at literally the EXACT SAME TIME as all Tim’s referenced losses occurred. Obviously Steph meant more to Tim than Dick on a personal level, but I also included her largely as an anchor point to the timeline, to show how that death, and not long after that Jack Drake’s and then Superboy’s.... occurred right smack in the middle of one of the absolute WORST periods of Dick’s life. To be clear, I don’t intend this to suggest that no actually, Dick had it harder than Tim - nah.

No thank you. Hard pass. I hate that sort of thing even in support of my own faves over other characters. No, instead the thing I’d love to see explored more is just in light of the SPECIFIC angle fics take here - that Dick’s actions while Bruce was lost in time showed an obliviousness to everything Tim had lost lately - for literally ANYONE to bring up or introduce into the timeline here an awareness of everything Dick had lost AT THE EXACT SAME TIME PERIOD. To establish that actually, Dick didn’t just ‘not understand what it was like’ - rather, its more accurate to say that nobody in universe around this time ever shows an awareness of Dick’s own losses and says oh wait, that doesn’t track then.

Because obviously, with this stuff put in proper perspective, Dick understands VERY VERY WELL the exact thing we’re accusing him of not understanding by being oblivious to Tim’s losses that he’s not actually oblivious to because he tries to talk to Tim about them all the time, while meanwhile its everyone else who has absolutely mum to say about the fact that Dick’s emotional state is compromised to hell and back at this point, not JUST because of losing Bruce, but also because *gestures wildly* literally ALL OF THE ABOVE in the exact same time frame Tim’s extended losses happened in.

And okay I am going to indulge in slight tiny itty bitty pettiness and point out my ire that so many fics set during this time tend to recite listicles of Tim’s losses, with Steph, Kon and Jack Drake at the very top of said list....while paying no attention whatsoever to the fact that STEPH WAS LITERALLY BACK BY THE TIME THE RED ROBIN SERIES HAPPENED. She’s LITERALLY a person Dick sends to check up on Tim after Tim turns Dick away when he tries himself. How are you gonna stress the impact Steph’s loss has on Tim when you’re not even acknowledging STEPH’S RIGHT HERE IN THE EXACT SPECIFIC CANON STORY YOU’RE CITING??? I just. afhioskhflafhlafhklfahlfa.

And not to put too fine a point on it, but you know who ELSE was also back at the same time? CONNOR. Superboy LITERALLY was already back to life by the time the Red Robin series even began. Like, the issue where a resurrected Kon and Cassie (Wonder Girl) have a heart to heart about the fact that Tim and Cassie ‘connected’ during his absence and Connor stresses that this doesn’t bother him or make him feel negatively towards either of them at all, because hello, he was literally dead at the time, why would he mind that two of the people he loves most in the world sought comfort in each other? Yeah, that issue? Literally came out BEFORE Tim even became Red Robin.

I MEAN. I’m just saying, when people constantly take shots at Dick’s choices during this period because of how much Tim had lost before Bruce already, in order to shift focus away from the fact that Dick lost Bruce every bit as much as Tim did......and you repeatedly emphasize the SAME three names as the focal point of Tim’s losses while paying no acknowledgment whatsoever to everything Dick lost at the exact same time Tim lost these three.....it quickly becomes kiiiiiiinda relevant in my opinion THAT TWO OF THE THREE NAMES CONSTANTLY MENTIONED AS BEING TIM’S LOSSES ARE NO LONGER EVEN LOST BY THE TIME THE SUBJECT COMES UP. Again, I’m just saying! Pettily, mind you! I am aware of the pettiness, I just beg awareness of like *again gesticulates wildly at all of the above* ALL THAT!

LOL.

But I digress.

5) When Bruce was believed dead while he was lost in the timestream. Again, Dick didn’t just lose the father who had been the only parent in his life for almost TWICE as long as his first parents......this was coupled with the loss of numerous other sources of stability in Dick’s life. There’s the matter of his personal sense of identity and self-expression....Dick FOUGHT against becoming Batman, trying to handle Gotham in Bruce’s absence as Nightwing for as long as he could, because he knew being Batman was very much NOT going to be good for him. He put so much of himself into building his identity as Nightwing, establishing himself in that role, that self-image, that yes, I maintain it was an actual LOSS for Dick, to feel like he had no choice but to give that up and everything it meant to him and his own life, in order to essentially live Bruce’s life for him in his absence.

Because it wasn’t just being Batman that Dick was struggling with at this time....he also had to act as the patriarch to the Wayne family, essentially raise Bruce’s ten year old son, step into Bruce’s old role in Wayne Enterprises, all while getting no acknowledgment for any of this, for literally LIVING his father’s life instead of the life Dick had worked so hard to build for HIMSELF....because of course Dick’s actions and struggles couldn’t even be advertised beyond the family and close friends, because the whole point of him doing all this was so that nobody else even realized that Bruce wasn’t really there anymore. Dick didn’t just assume Bruce’s responsibilities. Dick assumed Bruce’s life, so thoroughly that most people didn’t even put together that Bruce was ‘dead,’ between Dick handling Bruce’s actual roles and responsibilities while Hush made public appearances as him.

Like, when you’re living someone else’s life so completely that nobody can tell they’re even gone....how on earth does that leave any time or space for you to have ANY kind of life of your OWN, y’know? Not to mention the fact that like in so many times previously....all this meant that Dick couldn’t even afford to let his grief for his own losses show, because he wasn’t supposed to be grieving any losses in the first place, that was the whole point of the con!

Additionally, couple this with the fact that throughout this time period, Dick didn’t have Tim to lean on at all, because it was never that Dick kicked Tim out or neglected him or didn’t care....he’d actively stressed how much he needed Tim, because the partner Tim was convinced Dick chose ‘over’ him - Dick was the first one to admit back then that he DIDN’T trust Damian yet, couldn’t afford to, because he was all too aware that Damian didn’t give a fuck about him yet and couldn’t be guaranteed to step in to have Dick’s back - because that required mutual trust that Dick literally just hadn’t had time to build yet. And add to THAT the fact that during this time, Jason was actively antagonizing the family and Dick in particular at every turn, trying to bring them all down and basically write over what all of them saw as Bruce’s legacy with Jason’s own version of what he thought that should look like.

Also also, take into account that unlike how often we see fanon depict Dick as just too stubborn or proud to ask for help, there’s the fact that he actually had very few avenues TO ask for help! As already established, he DID ask Tim for help. Not like Jason was an option at this time, and Dick’s friends weren’t actually just sitting waiting in the wings and groaning about the fact that Dick was trying to do all of this solo....nah, they kinda had their own problems, which Dick was all too aware of?

Like the fact that in the wake of Final Crisis, it wasn’t just Bruce that was believed lost. Many other key Leaguers like Martian Manhunter were dead or lost, with others struggling to fill the gaps left in their absence. Cry For Justice happened right after Final Crisis too....that story where Lian was murdered? So it wasn’t like Dick was remotely going to try leaning on Roy when Roy had just lost his freaking DAUGHTER and very much wasn’t handling it well (and not to overshadow Roy’s loss at ALL, but please let’s not act like Dick - who had literally been the person to put a baby Lian in Roy’s arms for the first time and had known that girl for pretty much her entire life - like, it shouldn’t be used to detract from Roy’s loss at all, but it shouldn’t have to, to just acknowledge that Lian’s loss right at this exact time was painful as fuck to Dick, who’d loved his niece like crazy.)

The pattern of compounding, concurrent losses in Dick’s life. I’m just saying. Its there.

And it extends into the New 52 as well, where Forever Evil came right on the heels of Dick losing his circus in THIS continuity to the Joker, just as a way to hurt him in Death of A Family. And with the aftermath of Forever Evil and Dick’s own literal death, being like....the complete loss of Dick’s entire life, even though he was revived quickly. That didn’t mean he got to live HIS life though, since Dick Grayson was believed dead and he was told had to remain so, so its like fuck whatever he actually wanted to do as he went about on the Spyral mission aka something that pinched his own sense of morality and personal agenda at every turn and was kinda the last thing a therapist would recommend for a trauma recovery period, lol. And like, for all the focus that was paid to how Dick’s family were hurt because they believed they’d lost him when he was actually alive, let’s not forget that for all intents and purposes, Dick DID lose his family in the wake of his resurrection because he was flat out told over and over that due to what ‘he’d LET happen to him’ he was an ACTIVE danger to them, and thus wasn’t allowed by Bruce to contact any of them or lean on them to any degree, until Bruce got amnesia and stopped blocking Dick’s pleas to return home by just not being there to pick up the secret phone line at all.

(And omg, the obliviousness that just EMANATES off the hot takes that Dick had a ‘choice’ in all this and he still CHOSE to do what Bruce told him....like. LOLOL, stop being pissy about me bringing up the term abuse apologism when its literal victim blaming to paint the guy who had to be beaten into ‘agreeing’ to the Spyral mission in the immediate wake of the trauma of DYING, all while his father vocally blamed him for his own suffering and the ‘threat’ he now posed to his family, keying directly into the guilt complex Bruce knows damn well is at the core of most of Dick’s motivations.....fucking please. There’s no choice in all that. That’s active emotional, mental and physical abuse aimed at directly manipulating Dick’s actions, delivered by the guy who knows Dick best in the world and whose approval - particularly when Dick is at absolute rock bottom aka Current Location - matters more to Dick than just about anything because his sense of self-worth has more in common with dog shit than actual dog shit does. Or something. Idk. That analogy got away from me. But like. You get it.)

BUT. I. DIE. GRESS. (I guess).

Aaaaaaanyway, so yeah! That repeating pattern throughout Dick’s life of ‘loss? What loss (singular)? My losses only come in groups, lolol, fuuuuuun’ - mmmm. Yeah. So that’s what’s on MY brain right now. Thoughts?

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I don't know who needs to fucking hear this, but I'm about to say it with my full chest:

SEVERUS SNAPE DESERVES NO RIGHTS, I SAID WHAT I SAID.

Why? I'll tell you why:

Let's start with Neville Longbottom. Often the butt of the joke, Neville was often played up for comedic effect, so I can understand why we never took the implications of his boggart seriously.

But the fact of the matter is: Neville Longbottom was more terrified of his potion's teacher than he was of Bellatrix Lestrange, a woman who was a proud Death Eater who tortured his parents into insanity, a fate several people throughout the series state as "worse than death."

I've heard the argument from Snape Apologists that Boggarts are "superficial" creatures, so they don't go much deeper for a fear of yours, and, having gleaned a recent and prevalent one, will shift into that. Hence why it would be Snape, who recently tormented Neville, rather than Bellatrix, who Neville has never met.

It still stands, however, that Bellatrix is a known Death Eater, and Snape was just his potion's teacher.

We also see from Harry's own experience with the boggart, that the boggart hesitated before turning into the dementor. It "chose" which of Harry's fears to become, Voldemort, or fear itself?

Now, because I always listen to both sides of a story, try and see it from both perspectives before I draw a conclusion, I asked myself "why?"

There never is a good reason for abuse, but I still tried to look at it from Snape's eyes. And the conclusion drawn was literally the same as almost every single motivation for every one of Snape's decisions: because of Lily.

Neville was born several hours before Harry, and was a contender for being "the Chosen One" (the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies) but Voldemort chose Harry.

By Snape's logic, it meant that if Voldemort had chosen Neville, Lily would've still been alive for him to woefully pine for from a distance.

And so he takes it out on a fucking c h i l d.

He abuses him, torments him, and even forces Neville to poison his pet toad, Trevor, who has been shown to be of incredible significance to Neville.

And when the potion doesn't poison Trevor? And actually proved to be a competent potion? Snape made his displeasure known by deducting five points from Gryffindor.

I know that's not a Big Deal™ in the grand scheme of things, but we have to remember that Neville was a CHILD.

Moving on from Neville, let's get to: Lily.

Remember what I said before, about Lily being his end-all and be-all for everything? I meant it.

I'm not saying she was the sole reason Snape became a Death Eater, but she was the "last straw."

Snape's dislike for muggles stemmed not from Lily (of course not, he loved her), but from his father. Yes, I remembered his father, Tobias Snape. The muggle, the abuser. Apples and trees, I guess. From what I recall, Tobias was never physically abusive towards Eileen, Snape's mother, but he was emotionally and mentally abusive towards her. This would be cause for resentment for any young child growing up in that environment.

But, for a moment, may I direct your attention to Harry James Potter?

Who grew up that exact same way with the Dursleys?

Who was also neglected (Severus was said to have ill-fitting, mismatched clothes, sound familiar?) but who also did not have Eileen there to protect him?

And did Harry ever become a member of a muggle hate group? (No. The answer is no, in case you all didn't remember that Very Important Detail of the series).

So, yes, Snape was abused, and no, I am not condoning it, I do sympathize with him on that front: no child should ever go through that. Ever. No matter the fucking child, there is no good reason for it. But do I condone his actions later on in life? Absolutely not.

Because he called Lily a "filthy mudblood."

Not just "mudblood", but a filthy one, too. And why did he do that? Because she defended him against his bullies. Yes, Sirius and James were bullies, I guess everyone's faves are a little problematic in this bitch.

And not only did he call her that, but he also was besties with people who fancied themselves the next generation of Death Eaters.

And when Lily asked him if he STILL intended on becoming one, he never gave her an answer, prompting her to sectumsempra all ties with him. Meaning, she probably gave him multiple chances to not be a raging bigot, none of which he took. Love of his life my fucking toe, gtfo—

Also, Snape obviously knew what his "friends" were doing at the time. Particularly, and especially, Mulciber's attack on Mary Macdonald.

Now, we can't talk about Lily without talking about James and the Marauders.

I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THAT THE MARAUDERS BULLIED SNAPE, OKAY? But listen up: still not a good enough reason to join the wizarding world's KKK. Actually there is no good reason, period, end of message, send tweet.

He loathed them so much, he literally gave zero fucks about their wellbeing.

Even though! Sirius' biggest crime against Severus is jokingly telling him to follow Remus Lupin under the Whomping Willow during that time of the month.

And Severus would swear that James' biggest crime against him (after "stealing" Lily, of course) would be stopping him from encountering the werewolf and saving his fucking life.

Where the fuck was that reciprocated energy when Snape KNEW that James was also marked for death?

Also, are you going to tell me, that with his ear so pressed to the ground about news on Lily, that he didn't know who the real rat was? That he didn't know that it was Peter Pettigrew? This is speculatory, but... Snape had to have known that Sirius was not the betrayer, he must've at least known it was Pettigrew, meaning he let an innocent man waste away in Azkaban and for what? Something that happened when they were kids? I wonder why Sirius is a "stray dog" idk probably because someone let him rot in Azkaban for thirteen years?

Don't even get me started on how he literally stepped over James' body to get to Lily's while Harry sat there crying. Please. Or the fact that he only wanted Lily spared? He literally said "yes, only her, please, Dark Lord, fuck that newborn"?

OKAY AND MY FINAL POINT BECAUSE THIS GOT TOO LONG AND HONESTLY I'M LITERALLY WAY TOO FUCKING ANGRY AT THIS POINT... I PRESENT TO THE COURT: THE CARROWS.

Severus had been made headmaster of Hogwarts, and what does he do? Allow the Carrows to torture muggleborns and first years. Eleven year olds. Disgusting. Please. What the fuck.

I don't think Severus Snape died a fucking hero, or in "penance." NOT when twelve hours prior, he'd been turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to eleven year olds screaming as the Cruciatus Curse was used on them.

Also, James never sexually harassed Lily? Wanna discuss sexual harassment? How does "waiting outside the Gryffindor common room until someone lets you in even though it has been made very clear that the person you want to speak to doesn't want to speak to you" sound?

I am not denying that Severus Snape is a tragic character; he's a very complex and somewhat interesting one, even. All I am saying is that I don't think saying "always" on the brink of death excuses any of your past actions. He's a martyr at best — having his sins "forgiven" by sacrificing himself for a just cause.

Yes, this is a hill I'm willing to die on. But, as always, I am open to a respectful conversation (not argument, conversation). If you disagree, I'd love to hear why. Try and change my mind; as long as you do so respectfully, I will hear you out.

#i don't know what to tag this as #anti severus snape #tw hp #tw abuse #tw bullying #this is not a kink shame this is a i just don't really see the appeal of this specific character but you do you b #he deserves no rights cause he should be in azkaban in case i wasn't clear in my thesis

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stardew-mermaid · 3 years

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im WEAK for my faves as parents and i know lots of y'all are too so here are

bachelors as dads vibes

(bachelorettes as moms will come soon too ❤️ under cut cause it got very long lol)

sebastian

a chill dad. when u were very little he'd let u sit in his lap while he codes and consequently u find heavy metal soothing cause he would be playing it while he works and u would always fall asleep against him

if he wasn't using his second computer u could play around on it while he works. 'existing in each other's company while u both do stuff' time becomes a regular thing even as u get older, u would do ur homework next to him at his desk and he'd help if u were confused

the first time u were deemed old enough to go for a ride on his motorcycle u were SO fucking hyped even if u had to be absolutely decked out in protective gear. sometimes while u were in high school he'd help you flex by picking you up/dropping you off on the bike

would bundle u up in his hoodies as a toddler and there's a few pics of u absolutely SWIMMING in them with the hood all the way over ur face pretending to be the grim reaper. he'd never been so proud

elliott

an eloquent dad, but still has goofy dadlike tendencies. he may be the picture of a dark academia dilf with his slacks and button ups sipping coffee in the morning over a manuscript, but he'll still make the jokes. calls u things like little one and taught u to play piano

he got u ur own little bookshelf for all ur baby books and he'd read to you every single night without fail. he'd make up stories too and u would help and make a collab tho it often got u more excited than relaxed for bed but it was worth it!!! when u were grown up u helped him compile the short stories u made up together and published it. he'd also share with u poems he wrote for you and about you over the years, lots of them to do with the wonder of watching a whole tiny person grow into a big person

would always take u on nature walks and play at the beach!!! u would find shells and rocks to give to him and he'd always look like u just handed him pure gold

u made a pact that u would sit still for him while he did ur hair if u could braid his hair in turn. u both looked very stylish

sam

cool dad!!! fun dad!!!! watches anime with u when u get into it and is forever ur player 2. if u had a skateboard or a scooter he'd always show u up by pulling off sick tricks and it became a friendly rivalry. taught u to stick it to the man at a very early age. teaches u to play guitar and took u to ur first rock concert when u were like 8

there are baby photos of u wearing sunglasses that cover half ur face and when asked about it he'd say 'u were just a rly cool baby!!!!' in some of them he's wearing matching sunglasses and carrying u in one of those front baby pouches. he'd also always sing to you as a baby and still does it idly sometimes and has written songs for u!!!!

ur #1 hypeman. praises u for everything and always makes sure u know how cool u are just for existing. he loses his mind at ur grade school talent show and at ur graduation he's there holding up his phone and crying like FUCK IT UP KENNETH!!!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

tho alongside all the fun he teaches u to be very responsible and polite and above all extremely kind!!!!

shane

has the most potent typical dad energy. the socks with sandals, the jokes, the ac/dc, the funny hobby projects, the rivalry with other pta parents, all of it. calls u squirt and kiddo and the kind to ruffle ur hair. always gives u piggy back rides even as u get older, says it helps him stay in shape. when u were little you'd always bap ur baby hands against his stubble cause heehee funny scratchy face

u loved when he was in charge of dinner growing up cause it was often takeout pizza/burgers. 'hey im making a pot of kraft dinner should i double it for u' kind of guy, adds cut up hot dogs and after ur other parent voices a need for nutrition adds frozen veggies too. VERY good at cooking all kinds of eggs tho, would always feed u eggs from his own chickens and would accept nothing less!!!

teaches u a lot about chickens and some of ur fave memories with him are in the coop or chillin in a field in spring with him and the new chicks. some other faves include the regular tea parties with him and cousin jas, and even as u both get older u all sit down and have tea together sometimes and occasionally break out one of the old barbie movies for funsies

u learned how to say fuck from him when u were 3 and he died laughing. if called and told that u got into a fight at school would reply with 'did they win'

harvey

sweet, dorky doctor dad. would get SUPER worried whenever u got so much as a cold, made u stay home and rest and HYDRATE. taught u proper medical standard handwashing from when u first learned how to turn on the tap, also taught u a lot of basic first aid. when u were fussy he would read u his old textbooks from med school and it'd get you to sleep in minutes

refuses to let u leave the house without eating something first and would often get up early to make u a big breakfast before school (it's the most important meal of the day!!!!). yes it's ok if ur late ur english teacher can wait until you've had ur veggies. when u were a baby his standard of keeping u fed was 'if i had to change less than five diapers a day it wasn't enough'. encourages taking a snack and water everywhere

as u got older u realized how hardworking he is so u make sure he knows how much u love and appreciate him, goes all out for his bday and father's day like how he goes all out for u every day and it makes him cry. he cries at ur first birthday and ur graduation too, cried when u got him a #1 DAD mug specifically for his morning coffee, he just cries a lot and it's very endearing, dad taught u it's okay to be emotional. u also gift him funky socks to wear at work and he goes bananas for them

he taught u how to assemble model planes and u would sit with him while he tuned his old radio, u liked the bwee bwee sounds. he would play jazz and swing and dance with u standing on his feet. when u were little u liked to play with his moustache and occasionally he would fall asleep while watching u but the most u ever did was add a goatee to the stache with washable marker which he thought was pretty funny

alex

strong dad!!! jock dad!!!!! would flex and let u hang off his bicep, play wrestle (u would always win), sit u on his shoulders and run around making airplane noises, play sportsball in the yard and would come up with fun challenges for u if u got bored of catch. pretty much the master of keeping ur baby self entertained and was always there to tuck u in for a nap when u got tired out

makes an extra protein shake for u every morning and loads of scrambled eggs, will also sneak u a cookie tho

he's always super encouraging and positive and enthusiastic about everything u do which u pick up fast. u go to his games and even if sports turns out not to be ur thing the fact that ur there rooting for him makes him put in 1000% effort, calls u his good luck charm!!!! he will also throw u over his shoulders and use u for weightlifting while u shout encouragement directly into his ear. this continues until ur grown up (and sometimes even then so he can flex even as an 'old man')

gets really really worried about you whenever ur sick or get hurt and will lose sleep over it but stays upbeat for ur sake. he will cuddle u tho. sometimes you'll ask for stories about ur grandma and he'll tell u and it's so nice to him to talk about his mother and smile instead of being sad, you help him heal because it's so wonderful to think of her as a grandmother and how proud she'd be. he plays her music box for u to help u sleep when ur little and it still makes u feel sleepy and safe when ur older

#food mention -/#stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley imagines #sdv headcanons #sdv imagines #sdv sebastian #sdv elliott #sdv sam #sdv shane #sdv harvey #sdv alex #long post #big dad energy

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I’ve been thinking about the james/lily/snape trope but with harry/female reader/draco so i was wondering if you could do this and make harry x reader end up together? would love to see how you write this, you’re one of my faves <3

overdue |h.p.|

pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

summary: everyone knows that harry potter fancies you and you don’t feel the same. it only takes one bet, one date, to change things. your childhood best friend, draco, feels otherwise. (slight au-- war isn’t happening during 7th year)

warnings: extremely light swearing

guide: (Y/N) = your name, (Y/L/N) = your last name

word count: 2940

a/n: I am such a sucker for jily so I was so excited to try this out!! I hope I did it justice lmk what you think!!

That boy was going to make you scream. Harry Potter sat on his broom, hovering above your spot in the stand, the Snitch dangling inches in front of him.

“Are you mad, Potter?!” you shouted.

All eyes in the stadium were on you two. There wasn’t a single person in Hogwarts who didn’t know about Harry and yours...relationship, if you’d even call it that. Harry had fallen for you the second he saw you. Love at first sight, he’d always say. You thought otherwise and so did your best friend Draco.

Draco and you were childhood best friends. Shockingly, the Malfoys were somewhat okay with you, a muggleborn, being friends with Draco. They were okay with it for a while, at least. Over the past few years the Malfoys stopped inviting you over. Draco assured you it was nothing personal but, with the social climate, you knew that it was. Draco was just trying not to hurt your feelings.

“Mad for you, love!” Harry teased. You were about to yank your hair out, that’s how irritated he made you.

Hermione stifled a laugh beside you and you threw her a glare. A smirk tugged at her lips as she shrugged, avoiding your stare.

“What do you want, Potter?” you groaned. “We have to win this game, you know that!”

“That I do, love. Did you do something different with your hair? It looks brilliant.”

You chanced a glance over his shoulder, spotting the Ravenclaw Seeker gaining on Harry; he must’ve noticed that Harry got distracted. “Potter,” you warned, “please, I’ll do anything! Catch the damn Snitch!”

“Anything?” He raised his brows at you, a particularly handsome grin adorning his face. You shook off the feeling that he gave you, assuring yourself that he was a git who had a schoolboy crush and nothing more.

“Yes, anything! Merlin, come on, Potter!”

The Ravenclaw Seeker was nearly by Harry’s side. Harry noticed you staring and looked behind him, spotting the boy. Harry turned back around and offered the one thing that you definitely, absolutely, should never have agreed to, “Go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

“Yes! Now catch it!”

Just as the Ravenclaw Seeker rounded on him, Harry reached out and grabbed the Snitch effortlessly. The crowd roared around you loud enough for them not to hear what Harry said, only you.

“It’s a date!” Harry threw a wink at you before descending.

Your face paled― you couldn’t believe it. You agreed to go on a date with the Harry Potter. The boy who had been madly in love with you since he saw you.

You should be mad, or at least a little upset, but you weren’t. That’s bad, right?

―

You stood with Draco in the Great Hall, awaiting Harry’s presence. Draco refused to leave your side until he showed up so that he could make sure that “Potter has good intentions”. You appreciated his concern but you weren’t children anymore. Even as children, Draco never needed to protect you. In fact, you did the protecting more often. He’d never admit it, though.

Harry trotted into the Great Hall, Hermione and Ron trailing behind him. When he approached you, he had a sheepish grin on his face.

“Potter,” Draco spat.

“Malfoy, if you’ll excuse us, I need to, er, speak with (Y/N).”

You frowned. What was there to talk about?

Draco threw a hesitant look at you, receiving a small nod. He took hesitant steps away to join his other friends, stealing small glances at you.

“What’s wrong, Potter? You look like you have a foot in the grave,” you commented.

He fidgeted in his spot; Harry Potter was nervous. He fisted his hands into his pants pockets, avoiding your gaze. “I may have gotten into a bit of trouble― not a lot, just something small― so my Hogsmeade privileges have been...revoked for the time being.”

You felt a pit form in your stomach. Your eyes widened at the sensation, you weren’t supposed to be disappointed that the date was canceled. You quickly regained composure, donning a tight lipped smile.

“Shame. I suppose the date is-”

“I was hoping we could spend the day here,” he hurriedly added. He searched your eyes for a response. Upon getting nothing, he continued, “That is, if that’s something you’d like.”

You cleared your throat. “Is Harry Potter seriously backing out of a deal?”

Your teasing seemed to ease his anxieties as his shoulders relaxed, releasing all former tension. “I am civil, love. I’m not going to force you into this.”

Your heart blossomed with warmth. You could feel your cheeks heat up but hoped it wasn’t noticeable. You fought a smile as you nodded your head. “Yeah, let’s spend the day here.”

Harry, clearly surprised that his offer worked, blinked in shock. You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you tugged him along.

The two of you ended up spending most of your time in the Gryffindor common room, excluding the occasional trips down to the kitchens. You hated to admit it but Harry was actually kind of fun to be around. You know, when he wasn’t so inflated with his own ego.

You laid against the armrest of the couch, Harry opposite you, as he threw pieces of popcorn at you, intending on making them into your mouth.

“I thought you were supposed to have expert hand-eye coordination,” you teased as you brushed loads of stray popcorn off your body.

“I’m a Seeker, not a Chaser. And here I was thinking that you were my biggest fan.” Harry held a hand over his heart in mock hurt, evoking a melodic giggle from you. His demeanor faltered at the sound. You furrowed your brow at him to which he donned his smirk again.

“So,” you began, sitting up, “have any plans for next year?”

“I dunno.” Harry shrugged. “I know I want to become an Auror, but that’s about it. Not much of a plan.”

You noticed the way that Harry caved in on himself, almost as if he were embarrassed by his answer. You nudged his thigh with your foot and his eyes snapped up to yours.

“Plans are binding. They’re not always effective, just binding.”

Harry flashed a genuine smile at you that had your traitorous heart fluttering. “Thanks.”

“Sure.”

“And you?”

You chewed your lip in thought. “I’m not entirely sure. I know I want to help people but there are hundreds of ways to do that. Right now, I simply want to focus on the next year.”

“You want to be Head Girl, don’t you?”

You raised a brow at him. “How did you know that?”

“Word travels.” His lips twitched upwards and you playfully kicked him from your spot. “Right, okay, sorry!” he laughed.

“You’re so odd, Potter. Truly.” Your heart began to speed up, hammering in your chest. You looked at the ground before meeting Harry’s piercing green eyes. “Why me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Why me? You could fancy anyone, why me?”

His brow knit together. Then a dumb smile stretched on his face. “Because I knew that, from the second I saw you, that there was no one else I’d rather spend my life with.”

Your heart leapt into your throat and a fleet of butterflies occupied your stomach. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, attempting to crack a joke to ease the tension.

However, all you managed to mutter was, “That’s obsessive.”

“No, I’d call that dedication.”

―

Over the rest of your 6th year, you and Harry grew close. You thought that he had given up on his crush as you two became friends, and good ones at that. You spent time with his friends quite often and they seemed to become your friends as well. You’d never thought that you’d see the day when you became friends with Harry Potter, nor did you think you’d see the day that you might, barely, have a tiny, indescribable crush on him.

Hermione and Ron would tease you about it endlessly until you noticed. It started with late night studying with Harry in the common room, opting to partner up with him in Defense, and attending Quidditch just to see him play. Every time those two would tease you about fancying him, you would immediately deny it. Admitting that you did almost felt like defeat.

It wasn’t until the beginning of your 7th year that you knew you were over your head.

You ran up to Harry at Kings Cross, holding your Head Girl letter in your hand. When he saw you, his whole face lit up and his arms opened wide. You ran into a hug, jumping up and down with excitement.

“I got it!” you cried. “Head Girl, I got it!”

Harry pulled away, his smile faltering. You cocked your head in confusion. “That’s great,” he said with feigned joy.

“What’s the matter?”

“I, er, got Head Boy. I was going to resign, anyway-”

“No!”

As soon as those words left your mouth, you knew that you were screwed. What would have possessed you to want Harry Potter, the boy who tortured you with his annoying little crush for years, to spend his final year with you? You knew what it was and you were just thankful that Hermione or Ron weren’t around to see that interaction.

“No?”

“Don’t resign, you deserve the position, Harry.”

His cheeks turned pink as his lips curled into a smile, making your heart melt. “Thanks, I’ll do it then.”

“Brilliant.”

“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice called out. You turned your head to spot Draco coming towards you, his lips pressed together in a firm line. “Potter.”

“Malfoy.”

You could almost see the tension between the two boys. You backed away from Harry, nodding at him politely. “I’ll see you on the train, Harry.”

Harry’s eyes darted between you and Draco before he complied, heading into the train. As soon as he stepped away, Draco rounded on you.

“Don’t tell me you fancy him, now.” His voice had tones of anger and disappointment, both of which shocked you.

“Why are you saying that?”

“Because I know you, (Y/N). I’ve told you too many times now that Potter doesn’t care about you. He only cares about himself.”

Draco reached out to grab your arm but you jerked away. “Come off it, Draco. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that my friendship with him makes you jealous.”

Draco sputtered, attempting to form a coherent answer. You instantly felt guilty for what you said, frowning. You reached out to hold Draco’s cold hand and you almost swore that you saw him blush.

“We’re always going to be friends, Draco. No one person can change that but us.”

Draco removed his hand from yours, nodding. “I know.”

And something in his voice told you exactly that.

―

It was about halfway through the year when things started to go wrong. You were taking a stroll along campus when you saw four people in a heated argument. Your brow knit together and you made your way towards the group, speeding up when you recognized all parties involved.

“Hey,” you called out, “hey! What’s going on?”

“Expelliarmus!” Harry shouted, sending Draco’s wand flying.

“Harry, stop it!”

Harry’s eyes snapped up to yours, immediate guilt behind them. Draco scrambled to get his wand, shooting a spell at Harry that you fortunately blocked him from. Harry raised his wand and threw another spell at Draco, knocking him against the tree behind him.

“Draco!”

You ran to his side, attempting to help him up. He pulled his arm away from you multiple times but couldn’t stand up on his own. You tried to help him one more time but he glared at you and spat, “Don’t touch me, mudblood!”

Tears pricked your eyes. Your heart pounded in your ears. No, no. This wasn’t real. You clenched your eyes shut, the tears streaming down your cheeks. When you opened them, you were met with Draco’s somewhat apologetic stare, but as you locked eyes with him, he regained his cruel demeanor. You shook your head, standing up and running off, feeling entirely numb.

You were right, what you had said at the start of the year.

―

From that day on, you ignored Harry to the best of your ability. That, however, didn’t stop every single student in Hogwarts to gossip. Rather, it was quite the propellant. Everywhere you walked a trail of whispers would follow.

After a particularly tough day of rumors, you collapsed in the emptied common room, sobbing silently into your sweater. It was late enough that everyone had gone to bed, and if they hadn’t, they’d be out past curfew so at least you had an excuse to dismiss them quickly if need be.

Then, in life’s most inopportune way, things went wrong again.

“(Y/N)?” Hermione asked as she entered. You hurriedly dried your tears, hoping that it wasn’t obvious that you were crying.

“You should be in bed.” You refused to meet Hermione’s eyes, even as she joined you on the couch.

“I just had rounds. What are you doing up?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled dismally.

Hermione fished around in her robes to pull out a clean tissue. “This doesn’t feel like nothing.”

Reluctantly, you took the tissue and finally looked up at Hermione. She stared at you with great concern which only had you crying again. She held you, rubbing her arms soothingly up and down your back.

“Rumors suck,” you cried into Hermione’s shoulder.

She pulled you away for a minute and whispered, “So do men.”

You nodded, a chuckle escaping your lips. You blew your nose with the tissue and relaxed into the couch.

“What really happened?”

Hermione shook her head. “Do you really want to hear it from me?”

“Time avoiding Harry is time well spent, Hermione.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

For someone you’ve only been close with for about a year, Hermione sure was good at cheering you up.

“Draco and Harry got into an argument because...Draco said some, er, choice words about you and your blood status. Harry got mad and then you showed up.”

“Oh.”

Harry was defending you. It wasn’t necessarily unexpected but you never thought that that situation would arise in the first place. The more your mind ran over the scenario, the more you realized why Harry did what he did: he cared about you. Like, really and truly cared about you. It wasn’t just that schoolboy crush that motivated him, he cared about what people said about you because you were friends.

At some point, Hermione escorted you up to your dorm. You didn’t sleep that night, your head hurt far too much because you knew what you had to do, and there was no waiting, no postponing, it had to happen tomorrow.

―

“Potter!” you shouted as you walked down to the Quidditch pitch. You waved to the team as they dispersed from their respective locker rooms. “Harry!”

“In here!”

You walked over to the locker room, your eyes widening at the sight of shirtless Harry. You couldn’t peel your eyes off of his toned body. Your mouth went dry and all intelligible thoughts fled your body.

“Hey, (Y/L/N),” he began. He ducked a little to look into your eyes. “Are you okay?”

You hummed, nodding fervently. Harry let out an awkward laugh as he threw a shirt on.

“Listen, I want to talk to you about-”

“I know what happened,” you cut in. He raised his brow at you. “And I want to thank you. I...I just knew that it was only a matter of time before something happened between Draco and I. Things have been downhill with him since I met you, and then when he realized I fancy you he got-”

“You fancy me?” Harry ran a hand through his hair in disbelief, his voice pitched up an octave.

You felt your stomach drop out. Your breathing sped up and you focused on anything but Harry in the room. It took a minute of silence for you to finally look at him― you were in shock that he hadn’t said any snarky comments yet.

“Yes.” Your voice was no more than a whisper.

“I don’t...I don’t...really?” he stammered.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, deciding on what to say. He took careful steps towards you, waiting for you to bolt. But you didn’t, you were right where you wanted to be.

“Can I, um, kiss you?”

You grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his in a long overdue kiss. That time, you didn’t ignore how good it felt. Kissing Harry made you feel energized in a way you couldn’t explain, it dredged up feelings that you didn’t know you could feel.

You pulled away from him a moment later, placing little pecks against his slightly chapped lips. You cracked a smile at Harry’s blatant shock.

“Really?” you teased. “No joke, no terrible pick up line? Are you okay?”

“In all honesty, love, I didn’t think that this would ever actually happen.”

“Someone had to humble you.”

“And you did an excellent job of that.”

As you stared into Harry’s eyes, you felt a comfort that you didn’t know you could feel; it was like placing the last piece in a puzzle, everything was fitting together. At an earlier point in your life, you would’ve been absolutely distraught that you fit together with Harry. But now? Now, you were happier than you could ever possibly imagine and you intended to keep it that way.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #jily #jily fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #draco malfoy #severus snape

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Now I became selfish and I hope the shard is showing Hanji being saved by Kiyomi or something. She go the worst treatment and if Isayama was afraid of the backslash like you said why make it even worse with those parallels with eremika? Is he preparing the Fandom for another levihan moment? I'm tired of EVERYONE surviving but her, Kiyomi's kindness really??? And Onyankopon, while I don't hate him, he survived a plane crash and he doesn't add much yet he is there for being the editor's favorite, Yelena is there after all she did and she adds even less, and the people titanized will revert to human (or at the very least Isayama's favorites will).

Oh anonie, you and me both my friend, you and me both 😔 Beware, a long rant-ish meta is ahead of you lol

I have absolutely no fucking idea why Yams decided to treat Hanjo like shit. You know, after a long time of denying her death, I was starting to accept it, because she was finally free, free of the burden and pain and finally reunited with the people she missed and longed for the most. But then Yams decided to slap us all in the faces saying there's no happy & peaceful afterlife in snk and Hanjo was probs only hallucinating because of her 4 years long depression? Well then, fuck you Yams! What was that even for? Isayama never backed off of showing us the horrors of death in snk, no matter how important the characters and how brutal their deaths really were. Still, he never showed us Hanji's actual death or dead body. He kept it misterious and his vague answers only made it worse. So it's only natural for us to expect a plot twist, right? That's the reason all of us gathered various hints in the manga, anime and his interviews. And lemme tell you, these theories are far more logical, better explained and have less plot holes than the entire final arc smh (yes I'm salty, fight me lol)

I hate to admit it, my inner self is still in denial and fighting, but Hanjo ain't coming back folks. We won't get any background story and the misterious shard will never be explained to us either. Yams had more than enough time to bring Hanjo back, if he truly wanted to. But he didn't. And now with only one chapter and so many unanswered questions left, there's no time for Hange's return. Why would he even do that anyways? Hanjo isn't important to him or to the story anymore. To us she is, always was and always will be ❤️ You know, I'm so fucking desperate to see her again, I'll even take one last panel of Levi remembering her, just like in ch136. Yams just let us see Hanjo one more fucking time 🙏🏻 I need to say my proper goodbyes to my one&only comfort character, who's influenced my life like no one else ever did ❤️

Back to Levihan (I don't think I can answer an ask without my biased and trashy shipper ass butting in lmfao): the question why Yams confirmed Levihan as canon if he didn't intend to bring Hange back and reunite her with Levi to make us him happy again? Well, isn't it obvious? This man is the devil incarnate. THIS MAN HAS NO FUCKING CHILLS lmfao JK y'all before someone declares war on me and my blog haha Well anonie, I feel like Yams really wanted to confirm his initially planned ships as canon, before the manga ends. And he chose the safest way possible. Easy as that. Also he said he is going for a bittersweet ending and what's more tragic (in this literal hell) than separating lovers, ergo Eremika and Levihan.

Now to something else, that's been bothering me for a while now and I'll use your ask anonie to share my thoughts with the world even though nobody asked lmao tbh I'm a bit disappointed with Armin. I love him, I really do. He's my precious cinnamon roll and my fave 104th kiddo. But honestly, I was expecting a bit more of the alleged "hero who will safe humanity". In fact, I'm sure Hanjo only died for Armin to become the new commander. That's it. That was the reason she had to die. Yams glossed over her to make Armin shine. But in fact, Levi's the one who's giving orders ever since Hange has left them. I might me salty, but I really hope the talk with Zeke (and probs Ymir as well, we still might have a chance to see the dialog that made Ymir change her mind) and his titan nuke weren't the only things he did as "humanity's hero" in this final arc. For some people this might me enough, for me it isn't. It wasn't worth Hange's sacrifice. Also what made me really sad was Armin himself glossing over Hanjo when he remembered Erwin Danchou, but not her. Like she didn't just pass away an hour ago to save their pathetic asses. Ugh this is making me hella mad, ngl. Hanjo didn't deserve this treatment! She gave her all for this! To save the alliance, to "pay the price" for her "sins" as the SC commander and to save humanity. I can't deal with how all of them and the fandom apparently forgot about that.

Now on to "Kiyomi's kindness" lol I wasn't really mad at Gabi for saying this as most of the fandom was. I won't go into detail why she isn't really a rationally thinking character (yo guys, you do remember she's a 12 year old kid, right?), but it's a fact that she didn't care for Hange enough to mention her. I mean, why would she? She barely even knew her. Also we don't really know what's gonna happen with Yelena, Kiyomi and her delegation. I don't know if I'm reading too much into it, but I feel like Kiyomi accepted her death with saying "that's not enough atonement for what I did anyway". I mean they don't know if the alliance will win (they probably think they won't) and they're in the middle of literally nowhere. So I feel like Gabi said that because Kiyomi sacrificed herself (and the others on that ship) willingly, for Gabi, Falco and Annie getting a little chance of surviving and helping the alliance. But I get the rage of the fandom. Especially because no one, except for Levi, remembered Hange after her noble sacrifice.

As for Yelena and Onyankopon, there obviously has to be someone from outside of Paradis to survive the rumbling, otherwise it wouldn't make a lot of sense, I guess. I like Onyankopon a hecking lot ❤️ precious boi was literally crying for Hanjo 😭 Yelena on the other hand deserves what she got. Death would be too easy and kind for her tbh. She has to live with the consequences, just like Kiyomi, so I'm actually glad they survived. So my guess is, it's not really about who's Yams' favorite and what these people are contributing to the story, but it's rather about a logical ending and a good conclusion of the story.

I agree with you about the ones who have been titanized. They'll for sure revert back to humans. It's not really Yams' style to kill of an important character like Gabi, whose character development he's been forcing on us for quite a while now lol. I'm pretty positive about an ending with the titan curse being broken and bringing the titanized people back to human beings (probs also the millions of colossal titans?). It's only natural for Yams to end the story with the titan curse being lifted. Otherwise it wouldn't make sense to end his story at this point. But let's not forget what a big ass troll Yams is lmao you never really know what he's up to, so let's prepare for the unimaginable lmfao

I'll probably never forgive Isayama for what he did to Hange, his best written character, how he completely ruined her and threw her away as disposable, just to make other characters "shine". HER DEATH WAS POINTLESS AND IT DID NOT FUCKING CHANGE ANYTHING! That's the harsh truth y'all. Yams betrayed Hanjo and us AND FOR WHAT?

Thanks for the ask anonie and sorry I turned this into my personal rant lmao hope you still enjoy reading my thoughts on this ❤️

#anonymous #asks #Hange #Hanji #Hange Zoe #Hanji Zoe #Hans Zoe #Hansi Zoe #Levihan #OTP #Ship #snk #shingeki no kyojin #Hajime Isayama #Holy moly that was a long one haha sorry about that folks 😂#Meta #Snk meta

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Standards of Performance

Here it is!!!!! First chapter of my first fic on my new AO3! This is a multi-chapter, slow burn work. Please let me know what you think, I welcome screaming and incoherent asks about our fave special agent in my inbox. Full text under the cut, or you can find it through the AO3 link below.

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Summary: You're the BAU's newest intern, desperate to prove yourself amongst an established team of much more experienced profilers. Agent Hotchner, the seemingly infallible team leader, sets strict expectations for your performance. He commands your respect without even trying, but is there something more to your relationship than a simple desire to impress your stony-faced boss?

Chapter: 1, Coffee Stains and Neckties

Words: 2388

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairings: Hotch x Reader, Hotch x You

Warnings: Not much for this chapter specifically, but let’s just assume general gore and murder stuff, explicit language, and sexual content are fair game form here on out.

Enjoy! I’ll try to update weekly, if not more often. I’ll let you know when I have a more defined schedule!

“Fucking SHIT!”

You cursed as you felt the (very, very) hot coffee soak your new skirt. Grabbing as many paper towels as you could with one hand, you tried to sop up the mess on the floor. The stain on your outfit? A shame, but nothing compared to marring the assuredly expensive cream color of the BAU’s breakroom carpet.

A low chuckle sounded off behind you, and you froze.

For the love of god, please don’t be…

“Morgan! Please tell me you have carpet cleaner, oh my god. I don’t even know how that happened.”

Morgan grinned, as he typically did, sauntering into the breakroom with his hands in his pockets. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, the janitor's got it later. I was looking for you, team meeting in five. You all good? You look a little - ” he paused, probably searching for a descriptor that wouldn’t sting too bad, “ - rushed.”

You stood up, sighing. He was right, after all. You had stayed up late last night poring over psychology textbooks and only just woken up in time to leave your apartment. As the BAU’s newest profiling intern - whatever the hell that actually meant - the pressure of performing to seasoned profilers’ standards manifested in spending practically all your free time buried in research. Hence why your hair was coated in unbelievable amounts of dry shampoo, you were wearing your unflatteringly oversized glasses instead of your usual contacts, and why your frantic attempt at pouring yourself a cup of coffee when you got into work had resulted in the giant wet spot currently soaking your skirt.

At least the skirt was black.

“You’re right. Late night,” you said, rolling your eyes at Morgan’s suggestive eyebrow waggle.

“Not like that, I wish. Just trying to catch up. Don’t really want to repeat last week’s disaster,” you mumbled, referring to the first time you actually got to question a suspect, which had ended up with a wad of saliva hawked in your face. It was only your third week in the position, but damn, if that hadn’t let the wind out of your sails a bit.

“Hey, what did I tell you then?” Morgan asked, as you walked out of the breakroom together. “You’re not a true profiler until you get assaulted by a serial killer!”

“I’m not a true profiler until I finish the year long training program,” you pointed out, “so I think I could do without the spit in the meantime.”

Morgan laughed, opening the door of the team’s briefing room for you. “Well if we’d known you were gonna be so picky, we might have gone with someone else.”

“Who’s picky?” asked Emily, looking up from her seat.

While Morgan laughed and launched into a dramatic retelling of the event as if the entire team hadn’t already fucking seen it in real time, you took your seat at the table. Reid nodded in acknowledgment, and you returned it with a small smile. Damn if he wasn’t handsome, and ridiculously smart to boot, but you were pretty sure your chances with him withered and died when you asked him what he was doing after work last Friday and he answered with, “Reading.” Point taken.

Hotch swiveled in his chair to face the table and you suddenly became acutely aware of how much of a mess you probably looked. It’s not that you cared about his opinion regarding your general appearance beyond the basic standard of professional attire, but his always-intense gaze and stony expression had a way of making you second guess even your most confidently held opinions.

“Sit,” he said, his voice cutting through the rest of the team’s animated chatter.

It would have been hard not to notice how quickly they obliged, not out of fear, but rather a respect and deference so deeply ingrained that it almost gave you goosebumps. You’d never thought of yourself as a follower, per say, but if Hotch was what a leader looked like, you certainly didn’t fit into that category either.

He scanned the table, stopping on you. “New glasses?” he asked, with a single, slightly raised eyebrow.

“I, um, not really, just didn’t have time to put my contacts in,” you stammered.

“Hm,” Hotch said, “They look nice.”

Your cheeks suddenly felt hot, and you thanked him quickly, looking down at your shoes to conceal the pink that was probably spreading across your face. Hotch had a way of speaking that made everything he said sound like the absolute truth, which was probably why such an innocuous little compliment had disarmed you so much.

Still though, jesus christ. Get it the fuck together. You’re not Reid; you’re not smart enough to be this awkward.

Hotch, blessedly ignoring how painful you just made that interaction, addressed the team while JJ passed out files. “We have a new case. Three bodies, all found completely drained of blood in various woods, off hiking trails. Cause of death appears to be blood loss from severed carotid arteries, meaning they were likely strung up and drained before being moved to where they were discovered.”

Reid spoke up first. “Erm, what exactly do you mean by various woods?”

“That’s the unusual thing,” Hotch said, pulling up a map of the southwestern United States on the screen behind him. "Each body was found in a different state, one here, one here, and one here,” pointing to spots in California, Arizona, and Nevada. “However, local police discovered the bodies within hours of each other due to anonymous tip offs, and medical examiners estimate approximately the same time of death for all three.”

Morgan whistled lowly. “So what you’re saying is, this guy kills three victims around the same time and takes a road trip to hide their bodies in places he knows won't be discovered until he calls in.”

“That’s how it appears, yes,” Hotch confirmed.

Rossi shook his head, twirling a pen that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe. “So, how are we splitting this up?”

You whipped your head in his direction. Splitting up? Of course, you should have known it’d only make sense considering the ground to be covered, but your quick mental calculations told you that there were six of them, evenly split into three groups of two, and one odd man out, both in skill and number - you.

“So, who’s getting stuck with me?” you asked, trying to beat everyone to the punch. Not that any of them would voice it, but if you couldn’t project confidence, you figured self-awareness would do.

When you entered the internship as a recent college grad around a month ago, you knew you’d be in way over your head. Everyone else on the team was a seasoned expert, and you were a 20-something with a degree in psychology who somehow managed to charm her way through the interviews of the BAU’s flagship internship program. It’s not that you weren’t smart, you were, of course, but comparatively? You were pretty sure this was shaping up to be a glorified babysitting program, and you were the baby.

“Oh, hush,” JJ said, smiling and shaking her head. You smiled back. JJ had gone out of her way to make you feel welcome, which you were unspeakably grateful for. Between her and Morgan, you sometimes felt like maybe when this year was done, you could actually belong on this team.

Hotch interrupted your pity party. “Rossi, you’re with Reid in Phoenix. JJ and Emily, you’re going to Vegas. Morgan, you and I are going to San Diego.”

He turned to you. “You’re coming with me.”

Your stomach flipped at his words. You knew he had the most to teach you, and you could observe him coordinating the entire investigation from San Diego, but the idea of your performance being directly scrutinized by your boss in such a small group made you more nauseous than excited.

“Please be aware,” he continued, “Garcia is going to have to deal with three times the inquiries as normal. I recommend you only contact her if the information you’re searching for is genuinely too difficult to find yourself.” He gave Morgan a pointed look, to which Morgan raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning.

“We’ll drop teams off as we go,” Hotch said. “Wheels up in thirty.”

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As you settled into your seat on the plane, your mind spun, trying to review every piece of psychology knowledge you’d ever encountered. This wasn’t your first case, but it was the first one you got to travel for, which made it feel much more real.

The hours ticked by as the team reviewed the case. You contributed - not much, and nothing they wouldn’t have thought of without you - but it was something. Narcissist, craves attention and spotlight, physically confident enough to detain and murder three women at the same time. The method was throwing the team for a loop, however. Bleeding the victims out was clinical, relatively painless - uncharacteristic of the sexual injuries found on the corpses and the bravado with which the killer executed the rest of the crime.

When you, Hotch, and Morgan trudged off the plane in San Diego, you had been going at the potential profile for hours and even Morgan’s patience was wearing thin.

“Look, Hotch, let’s hold off on speculation until we see the crime scene in person, alright?”

Hotch nodded, and took that as a cue to head straight to the crime scene. You groaned internally - having barely showered this morning and spent half the day on a plane, your greasy hair and coffee-stained skirt would have greatly benefited from a stop at the hotel to freshen up.

It’s not like you have to look good to go stare at a patch of dirt where a dead body used to to be though, right?

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Turns out the aforementioned patch of dirt was actually a wooded grove off a hiking trail leading to a nude beach, much to Morgan’s delight. The site itself was uninteresting except for the way the body had been buried - covered up very securely, implying remorse, another characteristic that didn’t make sense with the initial profile.

This commonality between all three crime scenes was hotly debated on the video conference between the entire team when you got back to the hotel. Cross legged on the bed in Hotch’s hotel room, you listened to Reid and Rossi snipe back and forth on the laptop about what the burial method could mean for ten-plus minutes (“It’s clearly just a functional tool to properly hide the body, Reid.” “But you don’t know that, the significance of burial practices can tell us so much more beyond function, it can even tell us about his religious upbringing…”) before Hotch put a stop to it.

“What do you think?” Hotch asked you, turning and looking directly into your gaze. You were suddenly hyperware of the proximity between you two - sitting close enough on the edge of the bed that your thighs were almost touching. Morgan had abandoned his position on the other side of you to stretch out in the armchair by the window halfway through Rossi and Reid’s debate. Hotch’s eyes boring into yours from only a few feet away and the expectant silence of the other team members on the video call spiked your heart rate, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

“I… agree with Dr. Reid. I think it means something. The position of the hands, they were crossed across the chest, right? He didn’t need to do that. I don’t know if it means he was remorseful, but it was on purpose. I think.”

Hotch nodded, not breaking eye contact. “Good. Let's move forward with that theory.” He turned back to the laptop. “Let me know how interviews with the loved ones go tomorrow. Let’s find the connection between the victims. Call me if you need anything.” After shutting the laptop, he turned to you and Morgan. “Let’s call it for tonight. Meet me in the lobby at 7 tomorrow.”

Having been excused, you and Morgan made your way to your hotel rooms next to Hotch’s. Morgan wished you goodnight, and you unlocked your door and practically sprinted into your shower.

After you got out, you looked around the room, towel drying your hair. It was nice, much nicer than anywhere you’d ever stayed. The abstract art on the walls and the modern, clean white lines of the furniture were lit by the soft glow of the sunset filtering through the sliding glass doors leading to the balcony overlooking the ocean. You poured yourself a glass of wine from the minibar (a reimbursable travel expense, right?) and stepped onto the balcony, breathing in the ocean air.

“Nice night, hm?”

You jumped, nearly spilling your drink down your front for the second time in less than 24 hours. Hotch was sitting in a chair on his balcony to the left of yours, reclining with his hands behind his head. Despite wearing nothing but your thin hotel robe, you felt the urge to avert your eyes from him. His suit jacket was shucked, tie undone and hanging around his neck, and the top two buttons of his white, collared shirt were unbuttoned. You felt like you were seeing something you shouldn’t have, like the cold stoniness of his exterior had shifted just slightly and allowed you a glimpse underneath.

It’s just a couple buttons, calm down. You’re the one who’s barely clothed in front of your fucking boss.

“It is. Shame we can’t go to the beach,” you replied, keeping your eyes forward.

Oh my god, three women were murdered and I just complained to my boss about not being able to go to the beach.

“You’re welcome to get up early and go tomorrow; might be a bit cold,” Hotch replied. You could tell from his voice he was smiling.

You mumbled in affirmation, continuing to avoid glancing in his direction. “Well, I just wanted to see the view, um, I’m gonna get to bed. Goodnight, Agent Hotchner!” You ducked back into your room, and you could have sworn you heard him chuckle before you slid the door shut.

After getting ready, beating yourself up mentally for your complete social incompetence, and tucking in under the plush, white duvet, you drifted off to sleep.

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persona 5 strikers thoughts and feelings

This is going to be a long post. Like, the type of post you’d only really have time to read when you’re trying to sleep but you’re not ready to be unconscious yet so you’re just looking for something to do to spend your time with minimal effort.

So in 2018, a masterpiece was born into the world: Into the Spider-verse was released and it was amazing—it’s honestly the best spiderman movie we have without a doubt, and it’ll be very far into the future before Spider-verse is beaten as the best spiderman movie. Them’s the facts. Then in 2019, Spider-man: Far From Home was dropped. It’s a great movie! Great characters, great continuation of who these characters are and works fantastic as a continuation of a story. It’s really hard trying to take the torch of a previous movie (or in Marvel’s case, juggling twenty something movies) and come up with a new movie that both works on its own, as well as being the next step in this series of films. Thus, with that idea in mind, I think it’s kind of unfair to judge into the spiderverse and far from home, because these are two movies with two completely different objectives in mind.

Okay, so this is still a persona 5 strikers post, I promise, but the idea is the same: Persona 5 could basically do whatever it wanted—new story, new characters, new everything, and it’s just plain old awesome. However, Persona 5 strikers did not have that sort of freedom. It was bound to the original game, and it had its own rules and stuff it had to keep intact, characters they had to work with, and on top of that, it had to justify its existence as a sequel (lets pretend money doesnt exist lmfao).

SO, the big question is: did it do that? Did it justify its existence?

And my answer: holy fuck did it ever do that

I came into this game knowing the extreme bare minimum. I knew there was someone named Sophia, and i knew there was roadtrip, and i knew there were Personas. That’s my knowledge of it before i played it on the Switch. I should also clarify like, early on, that i was not expecting anything from this game. At all. I was the world’s biggest cynic of this game—if you scroll down my p5s tag far enough, youll just see me complaining about a game that hasn’t even come out yet. I was fully expecting to have this be a Waifu show, and any male character that isn’t Akira to just be shoved aside like some kind of nerd in a high school hallway, and i have never been more pleased to be wrong. In fact, i actually owe it an apology, because of how fucking rude i was for no reason!!! Because this game deserves everything to be honest.

Persona 5 strikers is, frankly, insane. Insane in the sense that it got to pull shit off that just would never have existed in the original game, because the original game is scared. It had to be as impressive as possible and garner as much attention as possible. Strikers does not have that problem—every single person who bought that game does not need to be convinced that persona 5 is a good game. They already played it. That means Atlus can just fuck around and have a good time, and man did they have a good time. There’s still scenes that still shock me if i think about it too hard, because i’m used to atlus having to follow this sort of rule set when it comes to persona 5 (or any of the main games im assuming, but i havent played them.) And on top of that, there’s still shit that’s Atlus Trademarked Branded in a good way. The style of story of story telling, and revealing the mystery that is so integral to what p5 is, is still there.

So, to make this even a little bit comprehensible, i will make a list!

First of all, What is this game?

In short, this game is an OVA of an anime. It’s bonus side content that has one thing in mind: to showcase these lovable characters more by putting them in fun situations. That’s it, and it is just phenomenal. That was the main point of, i’d say, like forty hours of the game. It’s just fun times with fun characters.

But to get deeper of what i think is happening, or what they were thinking during the development, is that this is a second opportunity. Persona 5 (as we all know) had a lot of problems, and we were not quiet about those problems. We yelled it all out, made posts, made complaints on every social media platform ever. And Atlus heard all of them, and Strikers is a way to mitigate those mistakes. Aside from being a fun OVA, Strikers also works to be a deeper exploration of these characters—more specifically, the characters that did not receive much in the original game. Creating this sequel is having the ability to redo what they felt (or to be more specific, we felt) in the original game while adding new ones. I will get to that in a second.

The format of the game

Absolutely brilliant to throw them on a road trip. P5V already forced us to experience Shibuya for 200+ hours, and im so glad that they didn’t do that again. Going from town to town, making us experience these new places alongside our favorite characters is so good, and it just makes sense. It’s fun, it’s lighthearted, and it’s actually shockingly good. But one thing i do want to talk about early on is the way the story unfolds and the villains that they use, and what they do with it because it’s very interesting.

So as we explore japan and stuff, we encounter jails, and with those jails comes an antagonist. This antagonist works to be a parallel to one of our characters. That character will find it in their hearts to feel bad for the antagonist, because the antagonist could have been them had the original game not happen. At first I thought all of the thieves were gonna get an antagonist, and i was really hyped for the ryuji one. And then came to hour forty of the game where i realized “yeah that’s not gonna happen. There’s just not enough time.” And i was right, and the game ended. But i am not salty at all, honestly, because the people who got a direct antagonist were: Ann, Yusuke, and Haru. (we wont count zen and sophie).

Is there a trend??? Yes. these are all characters in the original game that have received the worst treatment by atlus. The three of them are basically cast aside the minute they finished their original arc, and its horrible! BUT that’s why this is the path that atlus chose for them—to give them more depth, and screentime, and a way to show their inner self. That isn’t to say that the ones who aren’t those three (makoto, futaba, mona, akira, ryuji) didn’t get anything. Futaba still has her thing at the end with ichinose, and she was very prevalent and animated during the rest of the game. Mona and Akira have to be a focal points, that’s just the nature of the game. The other two though, I will talk about in depth in a second.

Makoto

Y’all i poke fun at shumako fans sometimes cause its kind of easy and fun, but i honestly love makoto. In my very first playthrough of p5 (my first ever jrpg game, first persona game, i had no idea what i was doing), i had only maxed out two characters: ryuji and makoto. And i know she had a lot of screentime and love in the original game which is great, but i truly felt like she was dissed in this game. Her only roles were

A driver

Someone to tell them “we don’t have a choice. Let’s keep going and see where this takes us.” (seriously, if you replay this game, you will see how much she does this)

Idk, i just wish she had more to do, especially compared to how much love they gave the other characters.

But let’s talk about some of the new characters!

Zenkichi

Damn you atlus. Damn you and your insistence at bringing in cop characters. I was fully on board with hating zenkichi, i was fucking ready for it. I was convinced that there was nothing they could do convince to like zenkichi. I was immune to their copaganda.

And then i ended up loving him, which makes me sad a little bit. I didn’t realize how desperate i was to have an adult who has a persona. Someone who wants the world to change just as much as they do, while still having that aspect of them that makes them adult. Like??? As someone who is technically an adult, its a breath of fresh air. An adult. Who fights. For justice. Using a persona. And god i love akane so much, and her obsession with the thieves (that scene is probably in my top ten fave scenes of the game). Also what i loved about zenkichi is that he fucking hates the cops!! He hates the system of the cops!! And thats why i actually really started to love him!! Because i thought it was atlus saying that the systematic problem of the police cannot be solved by one person, and zenkichi threw away his badge. I actually cried at that part!!

But then he became a cop again, and i was just :/ but as a character, i really love him to bits and would love to do a study on him, or at least use him as an outside pov. But! i absolutely love his persona, since im a les miserables fan hehe

Sophia

she’s probably my favorite new aspect of the game. I was ready to not like her—again, i just suck like that, lmfao—and when i saw her, i was scared that she was just another waifu. I mean, she was very cute after all. But then as the game went on, i thought she was a little too cute. And even further into the game, i finally slapped myself in the face and realized oh my god shes not a waifu. Shes a sister.

That blew my mind, im ngl to you. A female character that isn’t supposed to be romanced? By jove, what a miracle!

And she…is an amazing character. Im sorry, i just love her so much. I love her so much that she probably ranks as my fifth or sixth favorite character which is surprising even to me. Everything about her is delightful and invigorating. She’s funny??? Her comedic timing is amazing, and she has such chemistry with the rest of the team. She’s actually useful to the plot, and while her character design is a little too on the nose for me in terms of cuteness (i mean, good god she’s wearing oversized sweater to show how cute and tiny she is, and her hair has literal hearts in it), she is absolutely lovable.

But what i actually really wanna gush about for a second is sophia at the last stage of the game. You get the idea, i dont really like to get excited over things, so at this point i figured that there was nothing this game could do to shock me.

And then sophia had a persona awakening.

Like. holy fuck did i yell. I didnt realize what was happening until the music had already kicked in. and its just so fucking smart!!! Sophia??? The ai?? With no heart?? gOT A PERSONA???? AWAKENING??? BECAUSE SHE LEARNED WHAT THE HEART IS AND THE PASSION THAT YOU NEED IN ORDER TO GET A PERSONA??? I started crying honestly, because it was just so smart. And looking back on it now, its obvious!! Of course it would lead to this, it only made sense that the culmination of her character arc leads to her getting a persona, nothing else would have been as good. Also, her voice actor is just amazing?? When she was talking to ichinose at the end, i actually got incredibly emotional because of the line reads. Its just so spot on and it really captures the essence of sophia.

Muah. five stars Atlus. You got me.

Ryuji <3!!!!

Oh man. Oh boy. Okay. so where do i start.

Yall know i love him. Hes probably my favorite fictional male character of all time, and he is the one i was the absolute most cynical about in this game. I was expecting literally nothing. Nothing. Like. nothing. I thought he was just gonna keep being used as a joke, or a gag, and he’s gonna be super horny all the time for the other girls and it was gonna make me mad and there was gonna be some insane homophobic/queerphobic jokes in every other scene and i know i was being unfair, but i cant help it.

And then i played the first two hours of the game, and i cried the entire time. Because ryuji has never been better than he is in this game. Its crazy.

The ryuji in persona 5 strikers is who ryuji should have been/how he should have been treated this entire time. From the actual funny jokes (for example, the gold bar joke + his reaction to it in the beginning of the game), defending his female friends instead of being the one people need to defend from (natsume arc), and the fact that he was the one to be there with morgana and akira in the very beginning of the game. Its such a small thing that they didnt even need to do, but it was such an integral part of the original game for me, that i just was convinced that nothing like this was going to happen. But then it happened. Its just small stuff like that that could have been overlooked but it wasn’t because this game? Persona 5 strikers? Fucking loves ryuji.

The actual respect they gave this boy is insane and i wasn't ready for it. Like, they gave the shujin trio lunch, they gave the little charm of the katana when they were in natsume’s jail, and, in my opinion this is the second-best thing that they could have given ryuji is sophia. Ryuji and sophia are the pinnacle of a brother & sister bonding relationship in the game that isn’t akira & futaba. And its really prevalent too?? Small stuff from the beginning of the game (pulling her out of a jail, calling her shorty), but then you have the iconic “shut the fuck up” scene, and that scene was so well characterized and written and voice acted, that somehow him saying “fuck” was the least exciting part of that scene to me. Ryuji is an older brother to her, like its undoubtable, and its only further cemented at the end of the game where Ryuji helps out ichinose because he knows how much sophia cares about her. This game. Love ryuji. And i love. This game.

You know what else i love? Akiryu.

Guys. i was fully prepared to starve in terms of akiryu. But theres just. So much of it. I wont get too deep into it, because i think this aspect of the game for me still needs marinate a little bit. Like, what was that last shot when EMMA died and Ryuji walked to approach Akira so they could relish in their victory together?? And the smile from both of them??? What the fuck. That was amazing. Also Joker being saved by Ryuji when he was about to fall from the cliff to save sophia??? WHAT. The LEADER AND HIS RIGHT HAND MAN? WHAT. anyway. If theres anything i want to keep for myself in my own brain, its the akiryu aspect of this game, so i wont talk too much about that part of things (instead, itll probably manifest in fic lmfaooo).

Sure, there’s tidbits of stuff i dont like that they gave ryuji: sexualizing ann in that one cut scene and making him touch the jails even though it hurts, and i recognize those and frown at them, but for the most part, i am blown away with how they treated him.

Basically, Ryuji has never been better. From the opening of the game with him being the first text message and the one to sling his arm around akira, to the very last cut scene where it was ryuji wordlessly leaving because he’s so confident that they would never be separated for long, this game adores Ryuji and i am so so happy to say that.

The Royal aspect of things

Yeah, i had to talk about this, but itll be a short thing i just wanted to point out. Because the last part of this game...is persona 5 royal. Which is curious. Like taking reality and giving that power to someone else so you dont have to experience suffering anymore? And even like, the final section just looked a lot like the top half of maruki’s palace?? And whats even crazier is that we had a boss fight with sophia, just like how we had a boss fight with sumire? Royal and Strikers have like, the same thesis statement. It’s kind of uncanny.It’s interesting, it’s like atlus came up with these two ideas, and then just decided they liked both of them so much that they just did it twice. I don’t mind though—actually, in terms of how the last Palace/Jails go, i probably like them both about equally.

Though i did love the final battle in this one more than i did in royal. Splitting into teams?? Thats cool as fuck, and really innovative and i didnt see it coming. It also kicked my ass. A lot.

Now for the last stretch: the small stuff!

The music — bomb as fuck. In my heart, Daredevil is ranked the same as Rivers. Axe to grind is also amazing, but Daredevil owns me

Akechi — i really debated whether or not to talk about him, but i figured a bullet point should be enough. Im really shocked that he wasnt in this at all. Like not even a name drop. If this is an OVA, and the point of the game is to please the fans, and akechi is arguably the fan favorite character, i was really ready for something. But there was nothing, except for the pancake hallway if that even counts as a reference. Thats it. Thats all i wanted to say about him.

The humour — FUCKING HILARIOUS im convinced that in my fifty hour playtime, five of that is dedicated to me laughing and unable to continue the game

Akira — so much personality! His lines of dialogue are crazy sometimes (like. Whats up with him saying Ryuji has ‘nice abs’ when they were in bath? Im crazy and even i dont know what the fuck that could mean)

Battle system — oh my god i almost forgot to talk about this. I love it! I kind of miss the turn based aspect just because i found it very comforting for some reason, but this hack and slash style of gameplay is so invigorating because i do feel like it justifies shit like the baton pass and huge attacks. This battle system fully encompases how the Phantom Thieves are supposed to fight, you know what i mean?

Anyway, thats my thoughts on strikers. Loved it. Amazing. 9.3/10, wouldve been higher but Konoe’s Jail almost bored me to death. Also im a monster and i didnt do any requests that isn’t a fun one, teehee. As if i play persona 5 for the persona aspect of things.

#cant believe im done #but you know what?#i was actually at peace when i finished it #so i consider that a good healty thing #p5s #alex plays p5s #mine #p5 #my moon and stars #the leader and his right hand man

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