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SIFFRIN BLAST
For context because we can't have Odile blast in this au... Siffrin is literally just climbing up giant Odile
#distraction tactics#shes also terrified of him falling#he does fall lol but its okay she catches them#odile loops au#my art#in stars and time#isat#in stars and time fanart#isat siffrin#isat fanart#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#in tales of time au#in tales of time
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Gale Reviews: Miraculous World Paris: Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noir
Spoilers below
-OH S*** NEW THEME SONG AND WHY DOES IT KIND OF SLAP
(The image of Gabriel's life. Damn)
-Gabriel is a good guy and working with his version of the Resistance. DAMN
-NINO! RUN BABY BOY RUN
-Kamiko? so that is the good version of akuma?!
-Ubiquity is the Kamiko's name. Okay neat
-BETTERFLY! THAT GOOD!HAWKMOTH'S NAME. IM DEAD
-And the villains just arrived
-Damn this is going hard.
-Love the Miraculous world intro
-And back to our world
-Okay so this is taking place AFTER destruction, since the miraculous are not rings yet
-Gabriel almost went into his son's room. almost. Adrien processing a long day (likely the fact that he CATACLYSMED SOMEONE) This would make for a good au later
-Could we be getting ADRIEN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!
-Adrien having legit concerns over his power that actually makes sense? Good to see
-Plagg doing his best to help Adrien cope.
-Alyanette is good as usual
-tikki no!
-Cute little Tom Sabine moment. (LUCKY TOM)
-Alya's in pain (cause of the oh no)
-Seriously this all happened in the span of one night!
-Betterfly arrives,
-Also, seems the Kamiko in this case can impact MULTIPLE version. At least in alya's case
-That costume is dope
-Betterfly not knowing in this world HE'S the asshole
-Also Betterfly's design isnt bad. I accept it. Still weird cause its gabe tho
-THEY KILLED MAX? WAIT IS MAX THE AI. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS
-OH NO CLAW NOIR AND SHADYBUG SLAY
-Nice to know Alynino is canon in that verse
-Shadyclaw arguements.
-Shadybug hates Adrien in this world
-Clawnoir loves being destructive, a nice contrast to adrien's current dilemma
-Alya covering for marinette like always
-Oh right, her phone is broken
-Smart move
-GASP THE LUCKY CHARMS ARENT ALL WEAPONS!
-Shadybug and Clawnoir should make out (the tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife) they are constantly arguing and its great
-CATACLYSM CAN GET BIG!!! OH F*** THATS SO COOL! (Adrien/Chat noir be holding back by a f*** ton)
-Tikki just sitting on this knowledge. BILLIONS OF UNIVERSE. (welp that is only half the amount of au's and what ifs I made lol)
-Tikki demonstrating what its like being a nigh omnipotent deity. (this is the first time outside of seeing their true forms did I feel this)
-The Supreme? Wait, the logos at the begining. Does that mean? the order of guardians is actually evil? Or is it like an Evil Fu?!
-Wait, so it isnt just an adult thing, if you are evil you can multi-use the miraculous but at a cost. SEE THIS RIGHT HERE WOULD HAVE BEEN A BETTER SYSTEM THAN THE ADULT THING! WTF?!
-So Shadybug and Claw noir ARENT the big bads they are just... lackeys? That is kind of lame, but if they are going to get redeemed it does make sense
-Ladybug out here being funny
-Claw noir got numb-chucks
-SHE SUMMONED A CAR AND KICKED IT AT THEM!
-CHAT NOIR FOR THE SAVE!!!!
-CLAW NOIR JUST TOOK A CATACLYSM...
-(Me with Claw noir right now)
-Chat noir making solid points right now
-Villains really do get all the cool s***
-OH S*** KAMIKO CHAT NOIR
-Damn so akumatization can be like in the blink of an eye. time slows down conveniently.
-Celesticat?!
-OMG ITS AN ANGEL CHAT BLANC (Marinette's ptsd should be kicking in now)
-The puns were great, and by by shadybug
-Claw noir litterally pretended to try and catch her then let her fall. Thats hilarious
-He was going to take her miraculous, that is amazing. They really hate eachother. She broke his finger lol
-Gabriel venting to his dead wife again
-Oh no, he is going to cataclysm the villains
-"As black as my heart?" Dude you are WAY underselling how evil you are
-The Supreme spares? So basically they are forced to do this or they perish. I see
-I love their arguements
-They went back to search the room, Alya really going through it now
-The Supreme, it must be Evil fu.
-Oh this is interesting, Gabriel was evil but turned it around after seeing the consequences of his actions.
-Shadybug found Ladybug's diary. Oh snap, she sees she was friends with Alya!
-Claw noir playing with dolls
-She read the diary and is like "That buffoon? REALLY ALTERNATE ME?!"
-Oh wow, Gabriel that is good is actually a better mentor then su han. (a low bar but still)
-Reminder that Plagg can be that insightful and also just as omnipotent as Tikki
-Adrien figuring it out
-The diary is cheesy for exposition, BUT shadybug's reaction to it is actually sweet. Marinette in any universe wants friends and to care for others. (my headcanon is that this is shadybug summarizing what her alternate self is thinking/writing)
-SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE WISH POWERS! OF S***
-shadybug going to double cross her Claw noir
-SHADYBUG GOT HIM!
-and she found out he's adrien.
-Emo!Adrien lol
-PLAGG IS GAGGED! The supreme is really evil
-Alya trying to get sabine's phone
-OHHH, he is wearing make up because of the effects of over using the miraculous! Damn thats a nice touch
-Emo!Adrien recognizes Emo!Mari
-Also Gorilla in white is so weird to me
-WAS EMO!ADRIEN SIMPING FOR EMO GIRL! THIS IS AMAZING
-This IS AMAZING
-Ironic that this is how we get the reveal.
-She can wish to swap places! oh s*** that is a hell of a plot twist!
-Wait something is wrong, that logo... Can they not use the wish?
-"Only The supreme defines reality." DUDE! DUDE!!!!!!!! The supreme is officially the most competent villain in miraculous.
-Marinette realizing she cant be an angsty bitch right now.
-Seems the miraculous is taking their toll on both of them. Damn this is dark and I love it
-Tikki blots on.
-Welp this is probably the best writing I have seen from ML in a while. I legit buy this saddness.
-Even Emo! Adrien is sympathetic and he hardly said anything as adrien
-Plagg Dagger's out
-They are both dying and desperate
-Monarch has shown up and he is up to no good
-And just like that Monarch shows why he is an unrepentant asshole.
-Oh look, Chat noir's nightvision is useful again. (It just took 5 seasons)
-MONARCH MADE THEM GIANTS! HOW DID HE EVEN!?
-I knew they werent akumatized,
-Alya being the MVP today
-Illusions, of course.
-I MISSED LADYNOIR SO F***ING MUCH (devours the ladynoir moment)
-Ladyfly looks really cool
-That is a brilliant plan
-The tactical brilliance
-Ladyfly was planning this
-Chat noir mocking Claw noir's puns is everything i needed in life
-Chat noir lost one of his ears
-AND countered, Nice try monarch. Nice akuma trick
-Took monarch long enough
-"There are no awesome girlfriends to inspire me every day" Rip to Shadybug
-Damn, Shadybug, that is a LOT to unpack there
-No matter the universe Chloé is always a bitch. (Theres the astruc stamp in the writing I expected. But honestly still a valid villain reason)
-This is pretty emotional
-Chat noir is playing Claw noir like a fiddle
-Claw noir is the adrien that never moved on from losing his mother. Yep, Like I have said, adrien has a valid reason to be evil
-A hero feels pain and wants to make sure no one else feels that way, a Villain feels pain and wants to hurt the thing that caused them pain
-"I dont want to be cringe." "Embrace the cringe"
-Adrien out here saving himself.
-Adrien talking about his friends because he DOES know them. THANK YOU. THIS IS WHAT I wanted.
-Shadybug, "I dont want to be cringe." Claw noir "It sounds cringe Im in"
-Shadybug fixed everything AND HER COSTUME CHANGED. I kind of love it
-THE COSTUME CAN BE ALTERED AT WILL.
-Claw noir's new design is officially my favorite. Chat noir iteration
-I think the good versions of shadybug and Claw noir might be my favorite costumes for them
-Okay so they going back now
-Also I just realize that these version actually KNOW the other's identities. yet their canon ones dont
-Monarch discovered the multiverse
-GASP! KAMIKO TIZED LADYBUG!
-My reaction
-Scarabella and Kitty noire universe
-Kitty noire's reaction is so lesbian
-ANIME UNIVERSE (this officially my favorite special)
-Comic book universe
-A Misterbug and Lady noir universe
-Betterfly being the mentor Ladybug and Chat noir really needed
-Omg the day is finally over
-You know one big plot hole is Monarch could have simply deakumatized Ladybug so she couldnt stop him but didnt. Cause he is an idiot
-And cute little alyanette
-LITTLE KISSES. Damn the Alyanette fandom is eating good tonight
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I stand by what I said, this is the best Miraculous world special done.
Honestly If I included it in my episode rankings this is easily a top 5 contender.
I now want a sequel in which Shadybug and Claw noir fight the supreme, because the Supreme sounds f***ing epic and evil.
Maybe season 6 plays into it. (That would be one hell of a season)
10/10 in terms of ML specials and episodes
It is a bit cheesy but I loved what I watched
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waltzes into your inbox hiiii ^^
platonic kiss with kenji + anyone
spiderman kiss with kunichuu (is this predictable of me. sorry)
bloody kiss with tachigin!!
kunichuu spiderman kiss.. falls over and blacks out (other two are under the cut lol)
Chuuya is sitting on the ceiling when Kunikida returns to his dorm. Their knees are hugged tightly to their chest, and they’re staring straight ahead, gaze unfocused. Their coat looks more like a blanket with how it’s wrapped around them at the moment.
Kunikida frowns to himself. This isn’t the first time Chuuya has shown up unannounced—if Kunikida truly didn’t want them in here without a warning, he wouldn’t have given them a key. But it is the first time he can recall them stopping by just to mope.
“Chuuya?” He calls out. “Are you alright?”
They blink slowly, then mumble something Kunikida can’t make out.
Kunikida purses his lips. He toes off his shoes, then crosses over to where they’re seated. The dorm ceilings aren’t very high, and Kunikida is rather tall himself, so he’s about at eye-level with Chuuya. When he reaches towards them, they flinch.
His hand freezes in midair.
Chuuya lets out a strained sigh. “Sorry. I’m used to Dazai being the only one who sees me when I’m like this.”
“Ah.” Kunikida nods understandingly. He moves again, and Chuuya leans into the touch. It’s slightly awkward, cradling their cheek while they’re upside down, but Kunikida makes it work. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Chuuya shakes their head. “Not right now.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Chuuya shrugs.
“Let me know if you think of something, okay?”
Chuuya nods. Then, they lean forward, nearly imperceptibly. But Kunikida catches it, and he understands what they want. He closes the distance between them, slotting his lips against Chuuya’s. It’s a soft, chaste, kiss, but when Kunikida pulls back, Chuuya is smiling, so he figures it did its job.
“Will you sit up here with me for a bit?” Chuuya whispers.
Kunikida has work he needs to finish. He needs to make dinner, so it’ll be ready when Kenji returns from helping the Tanizaki siblings. He should also probably shower tonight.
“Of course,” he agrees anyway.
Chuuya’s grin is more than worth scrapping his schedule for the evening.
kenji & naomi + platonic kiss
Kenji places his finished flower crown on Naomi’s head, clicking his tongue as he does so. Once it’s in place, he steps back and grins. “It looks very nice on you, Naomi-san. You were right—the red flowers do match the tie on your uniform!”
Naomi giggles. She immediately grabs for her phone, turning on the front-facing camera so she can look at herself. Kenji has been making flower crowns for everyone in the office lately, because it gives him something to do with his hands, and Naomi is thrilled to finally have one of her own.
She’s already decided that once the flowers begin to wilt, she’s going to press them so she can keep the crown forever.
Once she’s finished admiring the crown, she sets her phone down and turns back to Kenji. She leans forward, kissing the top of his head. “Thank you, Kenji-kun. I love it.”
tachigin + bloody kiss
Tachihara’s face is painted red like the uniform marking his betrayal. The band-aid over his nose is half-peeled off, dangling awkwardly. The white bandages over his eyes are stained with blood.
But he’s still standing. He’s alive. Gin could nearly weep in relief.
They rush over to him, dodging the corpses littering the ground. They sheath their knife without bothering to clean the blade before throwing their arms around Tachihara and dragging him into a tight hug.
“Gin—”
“Don’t,” they interrupt.
Tachihara falls silent.
There are a thousand things Gin could say, but none of them seem quite right and Gin has never been particularly fond of speaking anyway. So they pull back just enough to crash their lips against Tachihara’s. The kiss tastes coppery, and Gin doesn’t know who the blood belongs to, but it doesn’t matter because Tachihara is alive.
They run a hand through his hair, imagining red now streaked through the dyed orange. Their tongue flicks against a cut on Tachihara’s lip, and he whimpers before opening his mouth wider to deepen the kiss.
#kunichuu spiderman kiss so real so true i need more of it NOW!!!!!#also tachigin should get bloody more often i think#anywayyy ty for the ask lena!! sorry i'm probably posting this while you're asleep#kunichuu#kenji miyazawa#naomi tanizaki#tachigin#bsd#grace's writing tag#ask game#lena tag
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kids on christmas eve | gojo satoru x reader
available on wattpad
cover by me
summary: you learn about what happened with geto suguru and make him talk to you about it
about reader: gender neutral, relationship to gojo is unclear but they're close, on a first name basis + implied to be romantic
warnings: sad (if i did my job right), mild cursing, spoilers for jjk 0 + gojo's past/hidden inventory/star plasma vessel arc
notes: i know this is really out of season bc christmas has long passed but its for the plot lol as u prob know dec 24th is an important date
anyways i prob could've edited more but tbh i just wanted to post it already lmao hope its not cringe cuz i didn't shower to finish it (avg jjk degenerate) also im angry this was correctly formatted in google docs but tumblr ruined it and i cant b bothered to reread it under the new formatting so srry if theres smth wrong
"Gojo-sensei, that's not fair!"
Itadori had his bottom lip stuck out, his arms crossed tightly and his feet stomping against the snow.
"Yeah, come on!" Kugisaki agreed, mitten-clad hands full of the cold ammunition. "Turn it off, will you?"
You looked over to where Satoru stood. The snowballs that floated around him made it a little hard to see, but you could still tell his face was like it always was: smiling, the only deviation from its usual state being the pink on his pale nose. The rosy shade was just like his tongue when he stuck it out.
"Come and make me," he taunted.
"Why, you little..." Kugisaki grumbled. "Okay, Itadori, Formation B!"
"Roger!" Itadori yelled back.
The pair performed a number of flashy poses--as if they were trying to imitate something they'd seen in a cartoon--and before you knew it, they were charging at Satoru from two sides, arms fully loaded and wound back with mounds of snow. But it seemed Satoru knew it before you, because he just tsked--didn't even bother catching the snowballs, just let them fall apart against his forcefield.
"Gojo-sensei!" the two groaned in unison.
"You're no fun!" Itadori complained.
"It's not supposed to be fun," Satoru countered with a playful shrug. "Just because it's a snow day doesn't mean you can stop training."
"But... but... But what about...!" Kugisaki sputtered, a vein popping out of her forehead as she struggled to come up with an argument. You could almost see the lightbulb pop up above her head as she pounded her fist in her palm. "But what about global warming?"
"Yeah!" Itadori followed, not thinking. "What about--Wait, what?" Scratching his head, he tilted his head at Kugisaki.
"It could totally be the last day it ever snows, you know," she claimed matter-of-factly, her hands on her hips. "And I would so hate you forever."
Itadori's mouth formed a silent "Oh!" as Kugisaki elaborated. Nodding his head in accord, he added on: "Yeah, Gojo-sensei. I don't think I could respect you after that."
Satoru put on a dramatic pout at that last sentence, but he soon returned to a smile and gave in with a sigh. "Alright, just this once."
You could see the two students loudly jumping for joy from behind him as he made his way towards where you were sitting. You smiled warmly at the sight.
"They really are something," you commented.
"Tell me about it," Fushiguro grumbled, leaning boredly against the wooden armrest of the park bench. He observed quietly as his friends built a snowman in the distance until Satoru's towering shadow prompted him to look up.
"Megumi!" Satoru called, his voice high-pitched and sing-song. "Go play with the others."
The boy scowled in response. "I'm too old for that stuff."
"You think you're old?" Satoru challenged. He pointed at his hair, at the white color it's always been. "What does that make me?" He hunched over and put his hand on his lower spine, feigning back pain. "C'mon, listen to your teacher. Let me sit next to Y/N."
Fushiguro squinted at him for a moment before finally getting up."Gross."
You chuckled, watching the boy begrudgingly drag his feet through the snow towards his classmates, but your laughter hitched as you felt something push against you. Turning to your right, you saw his lanky teacher. At first the sensation didn’t make sense, considering that there was a considerable amount of distance between the two of you, but you soon recalled his defense measures and the complaints they had garnered.
Not noticing your discomfort, he stared up at the cloudy sky for a moment before turning to you.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
You shook your head. "I should be asking you," you replied, referencing his lack of winter wear. "Why didn't you wear a coat?"
"Well, it would ruin my outfit, of course," he stated perkily. He wore a confident smirk on his face, but looking closer you could tell he was shivering beneath the thin fabric of his uniform.
Taking a deep breath in disapproval, you reached for your scarf. "Here," you offered, unraveling the knot you’d made earlier. But when you reached to wrap it around his neck, you felt the resistance of his invisible force.
His smile eased. "It's okay," he obliged, sniffling. "Thank you, though."
You hesitated before tying your scarf back around yourself, the garment's chunky knit giving it enough volume to nearly cover your mouth and even your ears, but you could still hear his teeth chatter. You searched your surroundings, looking past the dead snow-adorned trees and following the wet pavement until you spotted something in the distance: a cafe, just down the street from where you were.
"I'll get you some hot chocolate," you decided, standing up and brushing the snowflakes off your coat.
"You don't--"
"Shh!" You pointed your finger threateningly at him before turning around to begin your walk. "Somehow you've bent logic so far that you'll end up sick if you don't drink it. So just take this as an excuse to have more sweets, alright?"
You were just about to make your first step away from the bench, but then you felt a firm grip wrap around your arm. "Wait, Y/N--"
Before he could finish his protest, he was cut off by a particularly firmly packed snowball striking him right in the middle of his face, highlighting his nose with the sparkling white powder and dislodging his blindfold. With his cerulean eyes now exposed, he turned his head and saw the three of them: Itadori pointing and cackling on the left, Kugisaki doing the same keeled over in the middle, and even Fushiguro, on the right, had the ends of his mouth perked up as he shook his head hopelessly.
You saw Satoru grin at the picture, but it was contradictory to what you were feeling. He had let go of your arm, but not by relaxing his hand--you felt him, as if brick by brick, build that invisible wall right back up between you, seemingly stronger than ever. You could still feel it, even as he walked away towards the trio, tying his blindfold back on. Sighing, you sat back down and watched him make snow angels with the others, his head blending right in with the scene as he drowned himself in the blinding whiteness. With his blindfold now fully on, you could only imagine what it was like when he smiled with his eyes.
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"I can't feel my toes."
Twirling her brown hair between her fingers, Shoko spun around in her chair to face the doorway.
She darted her eyes between you and Satoru for a second before a calm, amused expression painted her face. Despite knowing it was his voice she heard--though it was more nasal than usual--she directed her question at you: "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I told him to wear thicker socks!" you exclaimed, your arms crossed in frustration. "But look! Show her."
Rolling his eyes behind his blindfold, Satoru pulled the fabric on his thighs, lifting the hems of his pants so that they revealed his ankles. They were barely covered by the cheap red and green striped polyester; it was the kind of thing you'd spot on sale in packs at the checkouts during Christmas season.
“So I forgot… Big deal!”
“I could fill a library with all the things you forgot,’” you complained. “I mean, what are you, a fish?”
Unfazed, Shoko chuckled. "You're telling me the strongest--the one powerful enough to rival the King of Curses--was defeated by a case of frostbite?"
The both of you responded simultaneously: "Exactly." "No!"
"I was not defeated," he insisted, earning a glare from you. "Barely a scratch. She's just being dramatic."
"I am not--"
"Is there a reason you can't heal yourself?" Shoko interrupted, now turned to Satoru.
He pointed his thumb in your direction accusingly. "She wanted to come here, not me."
"Wait," you interjected. "You can heal yourself?”
“Of course, duh.”
“Since when?"
"High school," he answered dismissively, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "See, look!"
He pointed down to his shoes--through the leather of his dress boots, you could see the movement of his wriggling toes.
You held your hands up to hide his feet from your sight. “Ew, stop that--" you grimaced. "Why didn't you tell me?"
He shrugged, smirking smugly. "My talent should go without saying."
You sighed. “Your talent to bewilder me?”
"You know it,” he asserted proudly. "But anyways–Can I go now?"
Before you could even answer, you could sense him already moving in your peripheral vision.
"Satoru, wait--"
"If you don't believe I'm fine, I'll show you my toes," he threatened, halfway out the door.
"Satoru--!"
"Go on, catch me if you can!"
You listened, trying to grab onto him but, once again, his Infinity blocked you, making you stumble into Shoko's arms as it pushed you backwards. By the time you regained your balance and rushed into the hallway, his long strides and newly healed feet had already carried him beyond your sight.
You sighed and re-entered the room, brushing yourself off. "Do you have anything for a cold?" you asked.
"I should," Shoko replied, opening up one of her medicine cabinets. "Why, are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, no, it's for him," you explained. "He's had a runny nose all week. I told him not to go out in the snow with the kids, but... You know how he is."
She hummed in acknowledgement with an understated smile, picking out a bottle of Acetaminophen capsules. Making her way over to you, she held up the container.
"I have these," she told you, but she didn't hand them to you; she just kept holding it up as she continued, "but, in my professional opinion, I don't think he has a cold."
"What do you mean?" you asked, your brow raised.
"Y/N, do you know what tomorrow is?"
"It's... the 24th."
"Mhm."
"So... Christmas Eve?"
She looked down at the floor, placing the bottle on a nearby counter and leaning back against it, getting comfortable. She stayed quiet for a moment, biting her lip in deep thought as she continued to stare at the floor with her arms crossed. But then, finally, she sighed, and reached into her coat pocket for a cigarette.
"Would you like one?" she offered, flicking the lighter at the end of the stick
"Um... No thank you..."
"Have a seat." She gestured to the metal seat against the wall.
Still thoroughly confused, you did as you were told. You felt as if your parents were about to have a stern "talk" with you--as if you had broken a vase or--arguably worse--it was time for you to understand the birds and the bees. That thought, along with the cold steel beneath you, sent chills up your body.
In an attempt to quell your anxiety, you beat her to the punch and spoke up: "You went to high school together, didn't you?"
She blew out a lengthy tangle of smoke strings. "That's right," she answered.
You shifted in your seat. "Has he always been... like this?"
"No,” she chuckled, bringing the cigarette back to her lips. "He used to wear glasses."
Your eyebrows shot up as you leaned forward in shock. "Seriously?"
She reached into her coat pocket again, this time producing a small print of a photo.
You took the glossy sheet from her hands and studied it, your mouth agape. Sure enough, there he was, on Shoko's right, smiling widely with his hair down and a pair of round sunglasses, both of them holding up peace signs. But, while Shoko's arm was clearly holding up the camera for the selfie, one of Satoru’s arms appeared to be wrapped around the shoulders of a black-haired man you didn't recognize.
Your brows furrowed at the sight. "Who's the one on the left?"
The scent of the nicotine got stronger as she took her time to ponder her answer, staring blankly into the back of the photo beneath your thumbs.
"That's Geto Suguru,” she finally told you.
You scanned his portrait meticulously. The man wore a grumpy expression with dark bags under his eyes and, contrary to the cheerful pose of the other two, he was flipping off the camera.
“Was he an upperclassman?” you asked.
She shook her head. “He was our classmate.” She gestured towards the photo with her cigarette. “We were all second-years there.”
“No way…” Holding the photo closer, you could have sworn you saw the outline of ear gauges behind Shoko’s head. “He looks so much older.”
You returned the photo to her and she slipped it back in her pocket, not taking even a glance at it as she did. She just spoke plainly: “He’s Satoru’s best friend.”
You tilted your head to the side. “Really? I wonder why I haven’t heard of him, then."
She took another puff, turning her face away from you as she let it out. “Tomorrow is his death anniversary.”
Your eyes widened before falling to the floor. “Oh… I see…”
You fell into a solemn trance, not knowing what you should or shouldn’t say and, consequently, opting to stay quiet out of respect. But, suddenly, you were interrupted by the sound of light laughter.
“Even if he were still with us, I doubt you would’ve been able to tell. They bickered so much you’d think they hated each other.”
She walked around to the other side of the counter, leaning forward on it as she rested her hand on her palm.
“Who could get to class faster… Who could shoot more hoops in a minute… Who could make a bigger crater in the courtyard…”
You tried to imagine the pair wreaking havoc on an older version of the Jujutsu Tech Campus, but while it was easy to fit Satoru’s cheeky grin into all of these scenarios, it was hard to see such a mature-looking person as Geto doing these childish things.
“Ah, but you know, Y/N,” she started, looking up at you with a smile. “I think you would have been able to tell that Suguru was actually younger.”
“What?” you gasped, surprised at both the fact that he was younger and that Shoko thought that would be clear to you. “There’s no way…”
“Well, for starters, Suguru is shorter, if you put them side-by-side,” she argued. “And… Hm…”
She stopped to contemplate how to put together her next sentence–or if she should even do so at all. But in the end, she brought her cigarette back to her lips and exhaled: “I think you would have agreed with me that he’s the more immature one.”
Your brows furrowed as you scoffed in disbelief. “That's impossible… Satoru could be ten-feet tall and not a single thing on this planet could make him seem more mature than another person.”
She chuckled, though you could sense a sadness behind the sound, and you realized that your comment might’ve come off as insensitive. Clearing your throat, awkwardly, you granted her the floor: “What makes you say that?”
She took another inhale and sighed out a long cloud. Looking out the window of her office, she saw the faint glow of the multicolored lights that decorated it on the outside. She took in the sight for a quiet moment before sinking into her swivel chair, puffing once more.
“I still don’t know much about his childhood,” she began. “I never asked, and I never got to meet his parents. But I can tell you for certain that Suguru was the sort of kid who threw a tantrum when he didn’t get what he wanted for Christmas.
“I’m sure he had wishlists a mile long, but he wouldn’t be the kind to write even a single letter about it to Santa. Of course, that’d make it difficult for his family, and maybe they could've tried harder to figure it out–but he just wouldn't understand why what he wanted wasn't obvious to everyone.
“I can imagine one day someone told him the truth about Santa, and he was probably absolutely devastated. But, to him, it wouldn't be about the presents. It would be about the people around him: his mom, his dad, his teachers, his neighbors, everyone–the people who had been deceiving him his whole life.
“I don't think he ever forgave anyone for that, all the way up until he found himself as a seventeen-year-old at Jujutsu High.”
The air became thick–suffocatingly so–and your spine no longer fit right against the back of the bench.
“What exactly… did he do?”
She rolled her chair towards her desk and put out her cigarette, pushing and twisting it into the ashtray by her desk calendar.
“In a single night, he killed one hundred and twelve civilians–non-sorcerers–including his parents. He wanted to create a world where only sorcerers exist.”
“O-oh my God…” Your hand rose up to cover your gaping mouth. “Wh.. Why?!”
“By killing non-sorcerers, you stop curses from the source.”
“But you can't just–” You cut yourself off, thousands of words rushing and racing to your mouth. “Didn't anyone try to stop him?”
“Maybe Satoru could've. If Suguru decided to tell him, that is.”
Your face was wound up in concern. “That's horrible…”
“I know, right?” she casually agreed. “To want to be understood, but never willing to understand… Isn't it childish?” She even laughed. “Though, I suppose he was just a kid.”
“Just a kid?!” You stuck your head out in disbelief. “No, no… Satoru is childish. But that–that’s… inhumane!
You pointed to the door. “Satoru was a kid.”
You pointed to her. “You were a kid.”
Lowering your hand, you scrunched the hem of your shirt. “I might not have known you then, but I know you never would have done that.”
“To be fair, I'm not the strongest,” she defended plainly. “I'm just a doctor.”
The crease between your eyebrows deepened as you threw your arms up. “Okay–then Satoru! Satoru would never do something like that! And he… he's still a kid!”
“Satoru killed his best friend–his one and only.” She clasped her hands together on her desk. “A kid wouldn't do that, would they?”
You froze at the edge of your seat, blinking rapidly as you pieced together the puzzle.
“He… killed…?” you trailed off.
Shoko stared grimly at her hands as she tightened her grip on herself. “A kid wouldn’t have understood.”
You bore your eyes into her, waiting, begging for her to continue, to elaborate, to make it make sense, but she just stayed quiet, kept to herself.
You directed your eyes to the freshly polished floor tiles. As you stared into the blurry reflection of yourself, you tried imagining it again: Satoru, tall and white haired, and this kid grumpy little kid he called Suguru, wreaking havoc on the old campus of Jujutsu High: walking to class together, dribbling a basketball between each other, meeting up in the courtyard with one another.
“That…” you began hesitantly. “That still doesn't excuse what happened.”
Shoko looked up at you, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, and though she wasn’t as contented as she had been before your conversation, her expression was no longer grave; she seemed satisfied. Slowly, she put her palms on her desk and pushed herself up from her seat.
“To answer your question from earlier–properly,” she started, making her way over to you. “I think that Satoru has always been that way–the way Gojo Satoru has to be.”
“But if there were ever a time that he weren’t,” she interjected, sliding her hand into her coat pocket.
“It would have been thanks to him.”
***
Your footsteps echoed down the empty hallway, stopping every once in a while to slide open one of the stiff doors only to struggle to shut it a moment later. You increased the reach of your steps, and the thump of your shoes against the wood planks competed with the hooting owl perched on the snow covered roof.
Suddenly, you heard a new noise: a honking, like that of a goose, coming from the end of the hall and slightly to the left. Now picking up to a jog, you made a beeline for the door and jerked it open.
“Well, if it isn’t my long-awaited Christmas present!” he exclaimed. “Looks like Santa’s early this year.”
He rested against the corner of one of the student’s desks, already facing you with his hands in his pocket. From behind him, you could just barely see the white crumpled-up balls of tissue that scattered the surface.
“I guess some people do gifts on Christmas Eve though, right?” he considered, putting a finger to his chin. “But, ah… choosing gifts is so hard. I need all the time I can get.”
He didn’t acknowledge your entrance at all; his Six Eyes had seen it coming miles away, allowing him enough time to get into position to pick up wherever you’d last left off. You didn’t acknowledge him either, keeping a stone face as you stepped into the room.
“What’s with the face, hm? Did you not like your presents?”
“Satoru,” you said sternly.
“Did you ask Santa for anything this year?” he went on, continuing to pay you no mind.
You sighed. You couldn’t help but let the ends of your lips pick up, but you kept your eyes down at the dirtied pattern of the floor.
“I don’t celebrate Christmas,” you admit.
“What? Why not?” he questioned astonishedly, forming a pout. “Does that mean you didn’t get me a present?”
You shook your head lightly, making your way over to him. “I’ve always thought it was sort of weird. To celebrate the birth of a martyr.”
“Hm,” he sounded. “Well that’s no fun.”
Planting his hands on the surface, he hoisted himself up onto his desk. “Santa probably wouldn’t give anything other than coal to a non-believer,” he noted. “But since I’m so nice, I’ll get you something. Just tell me–what is it that you want for Christmas?”
His smile stayed in place as you darted your pupils around his visage, your own face beginning to fall. You took slow steps towards the desk next to him, getting as close as you could before you felt his Infinity push back
“Satoru, can you do me a favor?” you requested gently.
“Depends on what the favor is,” he chirped back.
Reaching your hand out, you traced your forefinger on the edge of the invisible barrier before applying pressure into it, testing the shield’s strength. You pushed with all your might, but all it did was whiten your finger tip and make your knuckles concave.
You retracted, looking back into his eyes. “Can you take it down?”
You could see the movement of his eyebrows raising beneath his blindfold. “You tryna kill me?”
Again, you shook your head, still solemn.
He crossed his arms and squinted at you, biting his cheek. Leaning back, he put his weight onto his hands behind him, loosely grabbing the edge of his desk, his expression becoming relaxed. “Alright. Here you go.”
You took another small step into the newfound space until you were only inches apart. Slowly, you extended both your hands towards his face, but then suddenly reeled them back into a hesitant fist in disbelief, the lack of resistance uncomfortably foreign.
You inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled the air shakily through your mouth, trying hard to slow the rapid beating in your chest. Ignoring the smirk on his face, you tried to reach out to him, one final time.
Letting your arms wrap around his head, your hands searched his silky hair for the knot that held up his eye covering. When you finally felt the bump, you took your time digging your nails into where the fabric held onto itself, carefully pulling apart its loops.
As the blindfold fell to his neckline, his signature grin stayed plastered on his face, but just about every other feature of his seemed to change completely when the white wisps came down to frame them. His azure eyes, for example, glimmered under the faint moonlight coming through the window, but not in the way that they usually did. They were shining like lacquer, but it was as if, from underneath that, their batteries had been taken out. In their dullness, you could see the reflection of the long white lashes resting on the eyelids above, forming sharp, unnatural shapes as they clumped together unevenly. Pink waterlines painted the bottom of his irises, and a faint red was seemingly airbrushed around the surrounding puffy skin.
You trailed your hands down the back of his head until they cupped his jawline, holding his face as you explored its entirety. Moving from his eyes to his flushed, leaking nose, his smirk grew when your gaze landed on his lips.
“Are you sure you want to use your gift on this?” he teased. “Kind of a waste, in my opinion–you could’ve just found a mistletoe.”
“Satoru.”
“Hmm?”
“I want you to stop smiling.”
For a moment, he listened to you: his mouth fell open, but then it fell back into its previous position as he flashed his teeth at you. “My bad. I didn’t mean to blind you.”
“Please?”
He kept still while your thumb gently stroked his powder-smooth cheek. He jolted slightly as his lungs forced out a nervous chuckle, but he trailed off as your touch continued on him. Realizing your relentlessness, he sucked in his lips and clamped them together with his teeth as if he was trying to stop any further laughter.
He stayed like this for a moment, waiting for you to let go, but your tender movements showed no signs of stopping–you only slowed down when your eyes flitted up to meet his. He tried his best to return your stare, but eventually, he accepted defeat in the contest. And so, little by little, he let his lips roll out and the muscles to dispose into a resting state.
His voice became low, a near whisper. “Is… everything okay?”
Finally removing your hands from him, you nodded. Returning them to yourself, you glided one into the back pocket of your pants.
Taking a step back, you held up the sheet of glossy photo paper side-by-side with his face. You could name a number of differences: the neckline of the teacher’s uniform was looser and higher, his bangs now were longer and a bit thicker, and, of course, he wasn’t wearing glasses, and he wasn’t smiling. But, somehow, now more than ever, you could see the resemblance.
“What have you got there?”
Moving towards him again, you handed him the photo. It felt strange, witnessing the rare sight of his pupils’ every rapid move. And in addition to that, ever so slightly, you could see his swollen under eyes rise as the softest of smiles pushed up his cheeks. It was nothing like the sickeningly-sweet beamings you were used to seeing from him, though; it was subdued, raw like the cacao in dark chocolate, undiluted by sugar or milk.
“Where did you get this?” he asked, incredulous.
“Like you said, Santa came early,” you joked mildly.
“No, really,” he persisted, his tone reaching a bass you’d never heard from him before. “Where did you get this?”
You sat yourself on the desk next to him. “Shoko,” you admitted.
“What did she tell you?”
Your shrug was subtle. “As much as she could.”
He continued to scrutinize the photo in his hands, his brows drawing together.
“Satoru,” you proceeded, hushed. “If it’s okay… I’d like it if you told me about it.”
He lowered the photo so that it no longer obstructed his view of you, but he didn’t take advantage of the space he gave himself; he kept staring at the photo as he spoke: “There’s not much to tell about. I was the strongest then and I’m the strongest now.”
You rested your hands on your lap and exhaled deeply. “That’s not what I mean,” you contested.
It was as if he couldn’t hear you, continuing to stare vapidly into the photo as if somehow your sentence didn’t make it to his ears. But that was impossible; you’d said what you said, and the room was dead silent.
“I… I want you to tell me about him,” you clarified.
He shifted in his seat, finally looking away from the photo and up at you. “You mean… Geto Suguru?” he asked, as if there were any other ‘him’ in that photo.
“Well… he’s the worst of all curse users,” he offered. He then shoved the photo back in your direction, a sudden grin straining itself on his face. “But it’s okay. He’s gone now.”
Ignoring his move, you asked, “Is it really okay?”
“I made sure of it,” he affirmed, impatiently nudging the paper at you.
He resumed his usual playful lilt. “Are you doubting me?” he tested.
“I don’t doubt you for a second–not in that sense. You’ve always been strong,” you reassured him. “But that’s exactly why I doubt you know how to be weak.”
He scoffed. “You think Gojo Satoru would know how to be weak?”
“No, I don’t. That’s my whole point,” you upheld firmly.
He folded his arms across his chest, his mocking tone sharpening: “Why would anyone want to know how to be weak?”
“Because even Gojo Satoru needs to realize he can’t just smile and laugh all the time,” you challenged, feeling heat rise up your neck.
His eyes darkened, seemingly into a navy blue, and his inflection further condescended: “There are a lot of things you don’t understand.”
“Satoru, how on earth am I supposed to understand?!”
As your tone cut through, just as abruptly you pushed the desk behind you and dropped heavily to your feet.
“You’re right, I don't understand you,” you confessed frustratedly, pointing to yourself. “I don’t understand you at all. Because how could I possibly understand you? I can’t see your eyes, I can’t even get near you, and I’ve never seen you not smile.”
Your voice made gaps as your vocal cords threatened sobs. “And sure, I call you by your first name, and I laugh and I smile at all your dumb jokes and… and the idiotic games you play…
“But it’s–it’s… scary, Satoru. Creepy, even. How you know just about everything there is to know about me and yet… It's like I don’t even know who you are. You’re just a toy in the corner, watching everyone come in and out of the room, but I can never make you say or be or feel anything.”
“Feelings are what made him into who he was,” he stated coldly, his eyes fixed on the grimy floor. “It’s important for sorcerers to have a hold on their emotions.”
“So you know what happens, then,” you argued firmly, your shoes coming into his view as you stepped closer. “You know what it’s like to be shut out from them.”
You pushed his chin up, forcing him to witness the way you were holding on desperately to the tears that bordered your lower waterline.
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Do you always get Sprite?” he’d asked, looking down as his friend retrieved his drink from the bottom of the machine.
“I mean… yeah, I guess,” Suguru replied plainly. “Why?”
A pit formed in his stomach as he heard the crack of the can opening.
“Shit. I’ve been getting you Coke this whole time,” he’d mumbled. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Suguru shrugged, beginning to head in the direction of the classroom. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Dude, are you good?”
Suguru jolted awake, sitting up from the plush back of the couch and nearly spilling the bowl of popcorn in his lap.
“Do you wanna watch something else?” he’d suggested, but Suguru just shook his head.
“I thought you liked Digimon,” Suguru objected.
“Well yeah, but…”
The only lighting came from the flashing screen, but it was enough for him to see his friend yawn, making his eyes water, dark bags underneath them.
“You can turn it up if you want,” was all Suguru had to say, but even after doing what Suguru said, he couldn’t focus on his favorite TV show.
“I know you said you didn’t want anything,” he started, reaching into his bag. “But here.”
“What’s this?” Suguru questioned.
“Your Christmas present, duh.”
“But it’s Christmas Eve,” Suguru pointed out. “And I told you–”
“I know! But just open it.”
He watched as Suguru lifted the lid of the small gray box, revealing a small pair of white gauges.
“I didn’t really know what size to get… But I think they’d look cool on you.”
“Thanks, Satoru.”
He lit up, thinking that he’d finally done something right by his friend, but the way that Suguru looked up at him, the way Suguru smiled insincerely, told him he should’ve waited for Christmas Day.
The tears were warm as they rolled down his face, past his trembling lip and blooming into the blindfold that rested loosely around his neck.
“I just don't understand why he didn’t talk to me.”
You pulled him into a hug, carding your fingers in his hair as you rested his head on your shoulder.
“He thought I hated him,” he told you shakily, finding himself clutching onto your shirt. “I didn’t see him for ten years and… and that whole time he thought I hated him.”
He inhaled a sharp sniffle. “I… I don’t hate him,” he whimpered, his pitch jumping and his body beginning to tremble. “I don’t hate him, Y/N, I don’t, I don’t, I never, ever did.”
“I know,” you whispered, stroking his hair, holding him tighter as he jerked with sobs.
He placed his head on your shoulder, staring at the blindfold that had unraveled itself and fallen between you. “I hate myself.”
You pulled back, cupping his jawline and holding it in front of you.
“Don’t say that…”
“But he was my best friend, Y/N,” he insisted, gripping desperately onto your shoulders. “I saw him every single day… every single day, all of that was running through his head and I… I didn’t even know… I just watched and… and I made him think I hated him. I was supposed to be his best friend.”
“You did everything you could, Satoru.”
“It was all my fault.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then why did it happen?” he whined. “It had to have been for a reason–It can't just hurt and be for no reason. That wouldn’t be fair.”
“It’s not,” you told him, shaking your head gently and looking deeply into his eyes. “It’s not fair at all.”
Indicating the breaking of a dam, a deafening, siren-like wail pierced the air. His face was red and scrunched up, his nose was dripping with snot, and his hands were coming up to swipe desperately at the tears on his cheeks.
You pulled him close to you again as he kept hiccuping and sniffling into the crook of your neck. His loud weeping wet your shirt with both the fluids from his eyes and nose, but you didn’t care; you just rubbed his back, caressing him tenderly.
His voice was suddenly clearer as he took deep breaths to try and recuperate himself: “I’m sorry,” he murmured.
“Why are you sorry?” you asked, stiffening your hold on him.
“I just… I don’t know. I hate crying. I’m not a kid anymore, you know?” he tried laughing.
“Satoru,” you whispered delicately, turning your head so your words rested right by his ear. “You were never a kid.”
Gently, you pressed his head into you, stopping him from moving his lips in any way. “I want you to be one right now.”
You let him stay in your arms for a while until his tears subsided and his breathing steadied. You had moved to the floor at some point, allowing him to comfortably lean on you as you embraced him, his previous quivering replaced now by the calm rhythm of his rising and falling figure.
He hadn’t talked in a while, so you assumed he’d fallen asleep, but then, among his mellow breathing, a mumble came up right by your ear:
“Thank you,” he’d said.
Hugging him tighter, you patted him on the back softly. “Of course.”
As one hand traveled to intertwine its fingers in his hair, you reached for your phone with your other one.
You pressed the power button on its side, and flinched backward, squinting at the brightness your phone screen emitted. Despite your sudden movement, Satoru didn’t show any sort of reaction; he’d fallen asleep, for sure now.
You continued to comb through his white locks, a little more consciously now, as you made note of the time and date your phone’s clock displayed, changing right before your eyes:
December 25th, 00:00
You smiled, dragging your coat up to cover the both of you as you laid your head on his shoulder.
“Merry Christmas, Satoru.”
***
might do a toji x megumi's teacher reader if u wanna follow
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Tell me about your non fandom ocs
i've mentioned them twice but my supervillain gals are always rotating in my brain. i'm horrendous at drawing action, superhero gear, and clothes in general so i don't draw them as much as i'd like to (though i am trying to improve on those fronts) but that doesn't stop me from imagining a shit ton of lore for them
okay quick summary for everyone: Charlotte and Ridley are wannabe villains attempting to become big name villains in their city. They live in a society where superpowers exist and becoming a hero (and a villain) is an actual occupation! They are also all furries because animals rule thank you. I am trying to develop this to reflect my own tastes because at the moment, it does resemble sci-fi furry worm and i'd like to make it its own thing.
now. get lore dumped (and i guess a guide to make your own furry hero/villain in this world?).
Powers
As mentioned, powers are a normal thing in this world! While not entirely common, it's not a rare or surprising occurrence to have multiple powered up folks within one city. In fact, the setting of this story and where the main cast lives is considered the superpower capitol of the world due in part to it homing the League of United Heroes (or LOUH for short. working on the name, these are not my strong suit lol).
Powers can manifest in different ways with the most common to least common being:
Inherited biologically (it's not uncommon for superhero/supervillain familial lines to dominate the scenes thanks to this)
Manifested due to an intense emotional reaction, usually through a traumatic event (surprise surprise, villains outnumber the heroes for a reason)
Manifest later in age (Uncommon)
Just "appear" (incredibly rare, research still hasn't figured out why this happens)
Powers can also be further classified on how they interact with the world, with oftentimes power being divided between the ability to create ("Inherents") versus those who need preexisting material to use their powers ("Dependants"). Charlotte (Villain name: Spellbrewer) is the latter, her magic requires she use ingredients to create her trademark brews. Ridley (Villain name: Copycat) is also classified as the latter, though there is some debate if it's correct, as her power relies on her ability to copy an outsider superhero's power in order to use it. The slang for this is akin to talking about your belly button lol "are you an innie or an outie?"
This is further divided as you go, with Inherents having classifications such as:
"Espers" - those with powers that either enhance or discombobulate both the user and victim's mental states.
"still need a catchy name for this one but Physically Enhanced" - any powers that fall under physical enhancements such as super speed, super strength, etc.
"Matter Manipulation" - Another catch all term for those who can manipulate various elements such as rock, fire, etc.
Individuals with multiple powers do exist, but they're mostly common in those from a lineage of powers, especially if both parents are powered individuals themselves. It is incredibly rare for an individual without that genetic link to manifest multiple powers (but not impossible!).
There's more and some are more difficult to classify than others (Mercenary Whiplash (real name unknown) is a weasel with a unique luck based power, where he is somehow able to manipulate outcomes of battles to his favor).
Powers are mandatory to register, though that doesn't mean they're always easy to keep track of. Lots of powered individuals slip under the cracks and manage to keep out of the system.
Those that are registered are assigned a "risk" rating (a 1-10 scale from minimal risk to highly dangerous) and those that aren't heroes or villains are often assigned a caretaker to check in on them weekly, monthly, or yearly depending on their risk rating. This system is not good, it is a well known secret that this dynamic has lead to unequal relationships between caregiver and the individual they're assigned to with one of the main cast, a raven with a risk rating of 10, murdering their own "caregiver" (the story in particular centres around an abusive relationship and i want to tweak the details before i go too much into it).
Occupations
It isn't mandatory to be a hero or a villain if you have powers, lots of individuals are able to maintain normal work lives whilst having supernatural abilities. Capuchin monkey performer "Viridian" is known for her ability to shatter brick with a powerful scream, but still manages a successful career as a singer (with regular check ins from LOUH, it helps she has some connections to it as well). Juno, a giant cowbird reporter from a popular tabloid, also manages her very contagious powers through the use of gloves and a medical mask (and the fact that her power is unregistered but shush that's a secret).
Difficult for some? Yes. Impossible? Not at all.
But onto the meat of the story: the heroes and the villains. These are occupations you can go into, with different types and different ways to play the game. The "mainstream" heroes and villains are akin to wrestlers and heels, celebrities doing public performances to win public clout, maintain social order, and so on. Some villains are actually contracted by LOUH to "be defeated" to introduce new heroes. Of course, some heroes and villains are completely rogue.
Villains and heroes are rated on a 1-10 danger scale with 1-4 being the "beginner/mediocre" stage where it's alright to let the villains escape for the sake of more publicity/action, consider it the "not a threat, more of a nuisance" area; 5-7 is where heroes have to use their heads to decide whether or not to arrest or let them slip and where villains can get away with doing a little more damage; 8-10 is the danger zone, villains are to be arrested and/or killed if necessary. High risk, high reward.
It's also not mandatory for heroes and villains to have powers! There are a few individuals with no powers that have managed to make it in the business. Difficult, but not impossible!
Heroes
Heroes can work independently, as a registered team, or as "for-hire" muscle. However, most of them are registered with LOUH who assign them a team, a city, a ranking, and equipment. While not mandatory, most heroes tend to find their footing with LOUH first before going independent.
Not to say they can't be successful while independent. Caroline "Cotton" Ackerman (Codename: Hellhound) is an independent hero who's often contracted by LOUH to take down rank 8-10 supervillains who's powers often counter LOUH's top heroes. Caroline was responsible for taking down the infamous plant based villain Oleander, a sheep with a nasty habit of killing civilians in her mass destruction. Their rivalry and dynamic is wildly considered to be the most iconic and their fights would often kick up a whirlwind of media attention. Definitely hated each other, yep, definitely did not have the most insane sexual tension out there no sirree it was a very professional rivalry. they never made out in a closet idk what you're talking about.
Whilst registering with a broader hero group can help boost your chances of success, independent work has its perks! More freedom to control your image, less rules applied when working, and so on.
Independent hero teams also exist and are widely more successful than individuals. However, they're more prone to falling apart due to personal drama and stressors of hero life. Think of it as the group that start a band in high school, some of them are gonna make it but, uh...most of them won't and a lot of them will just be smaller less well known groups with moderate success.
The second most common method is registering with an organization. Most of these are smaller hero agencies that usually specialize in creating certain types of heroes. It's generally fairly easy to find an agency that matches the type of hero you want to be, whether it be one that's more of a celebrity, a charity worker, first responder, etc. etc. These organizations can vary on fees, with more prestigious ones costing more.
Of course, the biggest and most common is LOUH, in which all agencies share their data with in order to help it. While smaller agencies will pretty much take anyone, LOUH is more exclusive and often relies on scouting and applications. Potential LOUH official heroes have to take an entrance exam, a physical, do a background check, and on and on and on.
But the perks are worth it if you get in, LOUH does everything to produce the top heroes. They are the only agency with rank 8-10 heroes for a reason (and if you ignore that these rank 10 heroes are the children of other high ranking LOUH rank 10 heroes then it only seems super impressive). fun fact: charlotte's ex who she's definitely over and totally not pining for anymore is a rank 8 hero. not that charlotte cares or anything., she's definitely not mad about failing the entrance exams and then getting dumped no sirree.
Crime fighters aren't the only occupation for a hero, of course. Hero can describe "performers", a rank of hero that fights with villain heels in public performances to help boost morale. There are those enlisted to help fight natural disasters. Heroes with healing abilities are also big names! It isn't just beating up baddies, lots of alternatives with hero work!
Villains
The ones everyone likes to read about lol villains immensely overwhelm the heroes in terms of numbers. However, while heroes have a pretty robust support system to avoid burnout, villains commonly drop out of the line of work within months or even weeks. It's exhausting being hated, getting your ass kicked, or just failing. A lot.
But that doesn't mean there aren't those who stay in the game. Money, power, fame are all driving motivations for a lot of the villains within the city, especially the main duo. Charlotte's in it for fame and tabloids in this universe are more than happy to run stories about charismatic villains. Ridley's just in it for the money (and there is a lot to be made in this line of work).
Fun fact! These two are a rank 4 superhero team and have the additional classification as a "training wheels" opponent. Ridley's copycat abilities get stronger and more refined the more she copies an individual's powers, so it's in LOUH's best interest to constantly rotate teams to fight them whenever they act. However, since the two, at the beginning of the story, don't actually pose much of a threat, they send in newer teams to practice fighting against them. Charlotte does not know this, she just thinks they're so good that LOUH doesn't have the heroes to keep up.
There are no official villain agencies (LOUH squashed them pretty early on), but networks and alliances are still alive and well. "Crime families" and smaller teams of villains do exist, but are much less organized than the heroes. Like heroes, villain families exist and tend to stick with one another (Kyanna, the aforementioned sheep villain was originally part of one but was used as a scapegoat for a heist gone wrong).
Uuuuhhh let's see what else haven't I mentioned....."heels" are pseudo-villains that are more performers than actual villains, they're usually to help boost morale and public image of heroes by purposefully losing in scripted battles. Shops for villains exist but you gotta know where to look, very much under the table sort of deal. Edna, a kitty cat, runs a bookshop that doubles as a shop for villain materials and whatnot.
High on the danger scale, the more likely you'll be taken down and sent to prison rather than let go. Uuuh oh, villain celebrities do exist! People eat it up, but it really does depend on charisma, appearance, and just how marketable you are. Yes, it's incredibly fucked and causes a lot of discourse around the efforts of treating a villain like a celebrity (this is actually part of Juno's story!).
Neutral Parties
You don't always have to pick a side! Like the aforementioned Caroline, lots of superpowered individuals are actually on a "for-hire" basis for both supervillains and heroes. Whiplash, who actually lives with Edna in its bookstore, is a for-hire mercenary that often fights alongside heroes and villains. Edna as well also assists both sides, as long as they have the right amount of cash.
While it runs the risk of drawing in negative attention from LOUH, it also opens up a wider array of customers. You win some, you lose some. It's all about evaluating risk and reward.
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uuuuhh i think that's about all of the top of my head? thanks for letting me ramble! not necessarily about my oc's but i did add tidbits of them throughout this massive lore dump lol thank you for asking this was fun <3 i might go back and add more drawings for funsies, i need to do more with these guys
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do any of these bitches respect personal boundaries
leave these fuckers ALONE. but know they won’t be leaving you alone,
lupin:
lupin is very much the most touchy, and probably the most okay with being touched in general. and if you AREN’T good with being touched? lol. good luck around this fucker
its not even a conscious thing he does, because if it was, by god, he’d have FULLY weaponized it by now to annoy EVERYbody
it’s comfortable for him, more than anything. he’s on his feet for HOURS at a time, y’know, and the poor thing’s never had to work retail, so leaning on another person kinda gets that weight off anyway
however, he does recognize like, everybody ELSE has personal boundaries, so he catches on when anybody stands a bit too close, or leans over his shoulder to see what he’s looking at. by habit it makes him trust the other person less, or, if it’s somebody he already trusts (i.e. jigen or fujiko) then he KNOWS they’re trying to mess with him
jigen:
voted number one easiest (and cheapest!) way to get your head blown off! do not touch him
he’s not going to start yelling at some random person for leaning on his arm or anything, but he doesn’t waste any time pushing them off, with varying degrees of the gentle “i know you don’t mean to make me uncomfortable but do not do that again” guiding them away push, and the “don’t wanna cause a scene but if you try that again you’re going to be a stain on the wall in 2 seconds” harsh shove
as you probably guessed, the only person who HALFWAY gets away with it is lupin. he usually just leans forward or backward out of the way if he sees it coming and he’s not in the mood, which has the bonus of getting to watch lupin fall flat on his face if HE wasn’t paying attention. the only person who fully gets away with it is, as you also probably guessed, goemon because he… rarelyACTUALLY we’ll get into it when we get to goemon anyway
however, jigen DOES dish out the boundary breaking bits on occasion, usually (if not always) to gloat or establish that he’s winning in this particular situation, and he’s GOING to make YOU uncomfortable about it!
fujiko:
reasonable about it. fujiko, like lupin, is great at reading people, but he just doesn’t really think too much about the fact that people usually don’t like you all up in their grill. fujiko, however, does, so there’s a great tactical balance
she’s not just touching random strangers, but she IS aware of the positive and negative pressure stuff like that has. so like you may have noticed with a lot of things with her, miss mine WEAPONIZES the comfort/discomfort that comes with touch in different situations
fujiko is a naturally touchy person with the right people, but that’s more for her sake than anything else. and i’m not bullshitting this part either-- if you watch anything where they actually try to write her with a personality beyond hehe sexy lady, fujiko is always putting a hand on someone’s shoulder, hugging them (and meaning it!), kind of gently guiding people back away from things, kissing cheeks when she’s excited, IT’S ALL REALLY CUTE AND NOT JUST RESERVED FOR LUPIN!
goemon:
goemon is… a strange example, because mentally, he’s even more resistant to his boundaries being broken than jigen is, but rather than simply draw his weapon, he tends to freeze up a bit. like oh, um. mhmm. yeah you’re welcome. please get the fuck off of me at your earliest convenience
it’s (as a lot of things are) likely a holdover from his training/general lifestyle. physical touch leaves you susceptible to being attacked, or even worse, pinched, because lupin and jigen and fujiko KEEP DOING THAT JUST BECAUSE THEY KNOW HE GETS STANDOFFISH,
HOWEVER, like we halfway established, jigen always has full permissions, and vice versa. mostly because in the event goemon is truly, actually upset and not just (somewhat) jokingly threatening to gut him like a fish, jigen can read the signs before goemon has even said anything, and leaves him be. but really, all the times that goemon has really TRIED to make jigen uncomfortable by getting in his space could be counted on one hand. goemon has other, STRONGER methods for getting back at that motherfucker :)
all in all goemon is hands down the most likely to leave you the hell alone, exclusively interacting with you from a safe, yet not rude, distance. he only ever gets touchy on very, very specific occasions with people he knows very, very well, so unless you are literally inches away from getting cartoonishly crushed by a piano two feet in front of him, he’s not going to just be grabbing you
zenigata:
it depends very much on the mood you catch him in. if he’s just like, doing whatever, having lunch or something, and he accidentally bumps into you, he’ll apologize and step away. if he thinks you know even a fraction of information about lupin however,
it’s the same kind of slidey scale with his comfort on having HIS space invaded too. it’s more a matter of weird pride that he gets kind of stiff and grouchy when certain people get up in his space and start touching him, but again, if it's just some polite stranger unrelated to anything that just taps on his shoulder and leans into his space trying to ask for directions or whatever, he’s not that bothered
the main takeaway here is that upon a casual meeting, he might not immediately, actively grab you by the shoulders so hard that your spine pops twice and get so close to you that the brim of his hat is touching your hair, but the chances are never, and in fact FAR from, 0!!
#written after counting the 30th time lupin just entirely leans his weight over somebody sitting on a chair in front of him#with no regard for their opinion on the gesture at all <3#lupin iii#lupin the third#lupin#jigen#fujiko#goemon#zenigata
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Songs that I think would fit phone girl and graysons relationship pt. 2!!
dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift: I remember a mutual saying this in the comments of my last “songs i think would fit PG and graysons relationship” post but I can’t remember who, I think it was @reminiscentreader but I’m rlly not sure sorry 😭😭
“I, I loved you in secret” I imagine that they would keep their “situation” (i have a good feeling they will like kiss or something like that but then the next day will pretend like nothing happened or something pushes them apart?? Idk it’s a trilogy so jlb can’t give them a relationship right away) a secret from the hawthornes and the other contestants for a while when they do become official, but nash catches on first
“first sight, yeah, we love without reason” it was technically love at first sight bc gray kind of had feelings for PG when she first called him, when usually it wasn’t love at first sight for his past relationships (which is how u know they’re gonna be endgame 😍)
“My, my love had been frozen, deep blue, but you painted me golden.” basically how his past relationships had left him heartbroken and “blue” but when he met phone girl he really started to fall for her which “painted him golden”
“I, I loved you in spite of, deep fears that the world would divide us” grayson afraid of something tearing him and PG apart and almost expecting something to happen, or just expecting himself to drive her out like he did with his past relationships (😭😭)
“I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted” grayson literally says (when he’s describing his “girlfriend” to Gigi in the brothers hawthorne) that his supposed girlfriend, “wasn’t perfect, and when im with her, I don’t have to be either.” so this is very fitting LOL
fallen star by the neighborhood: yes, im only putting this one here bc I saw an edit that @herondalesbooklover posted and I liked the audio, so whatever sue me 😔
“I’ll keep you far away from me, like a star” Graysons habit of driving the people he loves out, and I can see him distancing himself away from PG bc he’s scared of falling in love again 💔
“Hard not to fall for you, I gave you all my heart” again, its Grayson trying (and failing) to not fall for phone girl, even though he knows she has his heart and always will 💗💗😜
“Further apart, the closer, the closer, the closer that we are” he’ll try not to get close to her, but he can’t keep himself away for too long and I have a feeling he’ll find himself getting attached and unable to block her out like he usually does with the people he loves
“You’re in my dna, I can’t keep away no matter how hard I try” like I said with ⬆️ one, he’ll try to keep her away but no matter how hard he tries, he will always find himself coming back to her (😭😭💗💗)
“I’m on a one way train and it’s far away, but you’re still on my mind” grayson will always run back to her every. single. time. just because of how much he loves her 💕😭
i can see you by taylor swift: this song is kinda averyjameson too but whatever i feel like it’d be fitting for PG and grayson too
“You brush past me in the hallway, and you don’t think, I, I, I can see you, do you?” I don’t rlly have a reason behind this line but “you brush past me in the hallway” would fit the kind of “professional” setting they have going on 😍
“I’ve been watching you for ages, and I spend my time trying not to feel it.” Okay PG hasnt really been “watching” him for ages but she has been kind of calling him and checking up on him, (for the riddle lmao) plus I feel like she’d try to deny the fact that she likes gray bc of her fathers death being somewhat related to the hawthornes
“But what would you do if I went to touch you now? What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?” Again, i feel like they’d keep their “relationship” a secret from everybody else until they become official
“And we kept everything professional, but somethings changed, something I, I like” Graysons probably gonna be a “helper” in the games so I feel like he’d try to keep a professional air with PG at first until he starts to develop feelings (not like he already didnt have feelings for her when she just called him LOL)
“They keep watchful eyes on us, so it’s best that we move fast and keep quiet” Okay but just think about how many people are on that island (there’s probably some maids, bodyguards, the hawthornes, and ofc the contestants) and then having to keep ur relationship a secret with all those people around 😭😭 but anyways once people start to kind of catch on, they’ll definitely pay closer attention to PG and gray just to see if the rumours are true
“I could see you in your suit and your necktie” suit. necktie. literally couldn’t have been anymore obvious 💀💀
“Passed me a note saying, ‘meet me tonight’” to discuss clues for the game or to do other things.. 😜
“Then we kiss, and you know I won’t ever tell, yeah” again, it’s just them keeping their relationship a secret from the other contestants + hawthornes
gorgeous by taylor swift: I haven’t listened to this song in a while but I did a few days ago and just realized how much it sounds like PG and gray omg 🫢
“You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk” probably just her mocking how “self obsessed” he sounds and also how he just expects to get what he wants and just the phrase “the world bent to the will of grayson hawthorne” 💀
“You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong” this man does have a strong magnetic field, bc tell me why every girl he’s ever talked to likes him? 💀😭 (including phone girl 🤭)
“You’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much” this is so phone girl towards grayson omg.
“Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine, you’ve ruined my life, by not being mine” his family did kind of ruin her life, but add a romantic twist 😍
“You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face, cause look at your face” grayson definitely is gorgeous, and I know phone girl found him attractive too 🫢 (who wouldn’t)
“And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way” ofc she’d be mad she has a crush on him, his grandfather was probably the reason her dad died 😭
“But what can I say? You’re gorgeous” 🤭.
“You should take it as a compliment that I’m talking to everyone here but you” probably PG trying to avoid grayson for a bit after she realizes she likes him
“And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room” maybe at an event, or that masquerade ball, graysons hand brushes against PG or he holds it while dancing and she gets butterfliesss 🤭🤭💗
“If you’ve got a girlfriend I’m jealous of her, but if you’re single that’s honestly worse” I feel like she would be jealous of his “girlfriend”, eve, but would also be like “what. 😧” when he says he’s single bc HOW??!
“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die” ik shes crushing hard on those ocean orbs of his 🤭
“There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have” she “can’t have” him bc Tobias was apparently behind her fathers death, which is why she tries to deny she likes him
“You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad” her being mad she likes him 💀
OKAY THATS ALL, IDK WHY GORGEOUS IS SO DAMN LONG BUT WTV 😜
#phone girl and grayson#phone girl#grayson hawthorne#the brothers hawthorne#the grandest game#taylor swift#dancing with our hands tied#fallen star#i can see you#gorgeous#the inheritance games#jameson hawthorne#nash hawthorne#avery kylie grambs#xander hawthorne#libby grambs#maxine liu
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Ao’nung HeadCannons
He absolutely Hates getting his hair done he’s not very patient anyways, but having to sit still with his mom tugging on his scalp just for it to be ruined in a week or two from his constant swimming it’s not worth his time or energy that is why it’s usually in a bun with a few braids to his scalp so it doesn’t knot so easy when he does finally let ronal redo the braids n bun
He loves flowers sure there are pretty sea shells ,rocks of all shapes n sizes and colors and bits of colorful coral but flowers man they take his breath alway from the simple flowers to the rarest of them all, he can’t help but stare in awe excitedly smelling them unfortunately that has resulted in a few mishaps from him have a sneezing fit or his face itches but the worst one was he fell asleep for the entire day and most of the night waking up groggy in the middle of eclipse
He isn’t the biggest fan of fish yeah ik that is like the main thing they eat sue me lol it’s not that he disliked all fish but he’s pretty picky of a eater one of those people that eat like the same 6 meals that’s him lol however I feel like he’s a slut for berries and I mean all the berries lol keeps them bad boys on hand for snackin
He loves to lay in the sun even as a child when him and his friends would run off of from their parents watching eyes to play in the water he would always end up on shore with his back leaning against a near by tree covered slightly by shade soaking in the sun into his beautiful blue skin even now as an adult he spend most of his spare time laying in the sun
He’s a great singer most males in the metkayina Clan usually don’t sing much like the Omaticaya clan, but it’s not necessarily frowned upon by the people but he loves to sing, he feels it’s just another way to free his mind from the constant pressure and expectations of other people when he’s singing his gear out he can just be him even if it’s just for a song
He LOVES bugs like so very very very much when he was just a child maybe 4 or 5 he started trying to bring them home to which of course Ronal said “hell nah boy you crazy” of course Tono being the softy he is couldn’t tell his precious baby boy no (the only one allowed to was ronal but she was the only one to tell tono’wari no too lol ) but it kinda just stuck with him as he got older he really loves butterflies the most he loves to take care of the small caterpillars feeding them and watching them grow into the beautiful chrysalis hanging from the large cage he has them in to prevent them getting way or someone messing with them once they hatch before they can fully open their wings ofc once they do he brings them some sweet fruit juice and feeds them from his finger before letting his little babies fly off into the world it’s his favorite part because he gets to start all over again!
He has a bad habit of doing before thinking without out a doubt getting him in trouble nearly everyday he’s been cleaning the Ilus for years now it’s not even a punishment anymore besides he loves animals sometime more then his people
He can’t make jewelry it either falls apart or it’s terrible ugly and the string looks to bulky with the clumsy knots he used to keep the shells and rocks in place but he can make a MEAN net okay like this man right here makes the strongest nets the clan has ever seen making it possible to catch big fish in the seasons where the fish are hard to find, they scoop that big bitch up and just take it to shore before thanking it for its sacrifice to feed the clan in this time of need (thank you great beast that he doesn’t want to eat but will lol)
He’s a cuddle monster from the time he was just a baby he was attached to his dear mom making everyone think he’s gonna be a mamas boy with out a doubt but from the time he was able to follow his dad around while ronal took care of the sick and his baby sister he realized his dad had not a single problem carrying his son on his back, in fact tono’wari liked to carry him because he felt like he missed out on the the cuddly years of his childhood his son being almost 6 now but soon realizing his beautiful son was just as much interested in being held by his sempal as he was his mother, soon moving him to carry him with one arm under him and one around his small Frame keeping him safe from all danger he’s sons head firmly pressed his chest as he snoozes away, even as an adult he finds himself cuddling his family lol when his parents are sitting in bed doing their little routines of getting ready for bed like ronal sewing up some clothes and Tono fixing up a net for the hunt tomorrow, he would lay between them just talking about their days before making his way to his baby sisters room touching her stuff, making muscles at himself in the mirror, and pulling her hair the classic big brother things he gives her a big bone crushing hug just to hear her complain before dropping her on her plush nest of a bed before making his way to his own house lol
Small head cannon for baby Ao’nung
Dedicated to @prettiestplanetarian
Ao’nung had just takin his first steps not to long ago now pretty much confident in his ability to get around, Tono was a very proud sempal saying that it was a sign from eywa that he was destined for great things for learning to walk so fast and so easy at that in fact that was exactly what he was bragging about to a few of the warriors that were also new to parent hood. Completely engrossed in the conversation to see his brave little boy completely fucking taking off like vvvvvvvvvvvrrrroooooom!!!!! right down the path to the beach like he knew where his little legs were carrying him he didn’t even hesitate to jump belly first into the water shortly after being taken further in the water by the large waves sucking him further further unfortunately the poor baby has no idea what swimming is he just knows that the water is fun that he loves the water. Right now as he has difficulties breathing he’s very scared tears running down his face right before he could take a big gulp of water an ilu swam up to him placing her nose right under his belly lifting him out of the water enough to breath before swimming him to shore placing the baby on the sand nuzzling against him to keep him warm in the cool air as if she knows that he needs help immediately, just as the baby starts to come back to reality not so scared anymore his sempal comes running with many worried warriors by his side, before snatching him off the ground crying tears of joy thanking the animal and eywa for watching over his precious baby boy in his time of negligence so happy that he is still here safe and smiling so brightly all while petting his sempals face as if to say “hey dad look I’m tough all in one piece see”
I hope y’all liked it I was gonna do one similar to nat’tayams but I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it much different the his tbh I did put something about food in this one tho lol I think I like this better anyways thanks for reading y’all and I honestly could do more of these this is just what’s on the top of my mind rn lol
Taglist: none mostly because she’s already tagged and I’m not gonna do it twice that’s weird lol if you’d like to be added for when I post (only stuff to read ofc) I’d be glad to tag you ❤️
#Ao’nung#Ao’nung smut#avatar#avatar twow#new followers#headcannons#thank god hashtags arent cringe here
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For the soft dialogue - 41, 46, or 47. Or all of them, or a combination of them, I'll take what I can get. Lol. 💖
Thanks for the prompts! ❤️ I posted my response for #46 earlier today. @sky-kenobye also asked for #41.
I decided to make #41 part of the Heartbreak Prince AU. It happens the same night as when Anakin asks Obi-Wan to re-pierce his ear for him.
41. “Is that my shirt?” “Is… is that okay?”
And #47 is part of The Next Model universe (aka Top Model AU) and takes place a few weeks after the epilogue.
47. “Have you eaten today?” “Am I gonna get in trouble if I say no?”
Like Old Times
Obi-Wan flips the light switch off as he leaves the bathroom and shuffles over to his living room where Anakin is staying on his pullout couch to see if he needs anything before bed. The apartment is mainly dark except for the light from the kitchen, and that’s where Obi-Wan finds him putting another ice cube into a ziplock bag.
“Does it still hurt a lot?” Obi-Wan winces when his eyes land on Anakin’s red earlobe newly adorned with the shiny metal hoop.
“It’s not too bad,” Anakin says and give him a reassuring smile. He closes the freezer door.
“We should put more antibacterial cream on it,” Obi-Wan suggests. “It’s going to get infected. Again.”
Anakin laughs and the sound is comforting and familiar as it wraps around Obi-Wan. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he says and presses the ice cube to his ear.
“Alright, well, let me know if you need anything in the middle of the night. Like a trip to urgent care for antibiotics.”
“You’re so dramatic,” Anakin chuckles and rolls his eyes.
As he’s pivoting and about to walk back to his bedroom, Obi-Wan pauses, his eyes roaming over Anakin.
“Is that my shirt?”
“Is... is that okay?” Anakin glances down at himself before looking up at Obi-Wan. “I forgot to pack a sleep shirt because I usually sleep without a shirt on.” He blushes adorably and his hand drops from his ear. “I found this on the hook behind the bathroom door and it felt really soft so I figured I could borrow it?” he adds, shrugging one shoulder. “Sorry, I should’ve asked first,” he mumbles and the way he casts his eyes away and tips his head down hasn’t changed in ten years. Except now, his hair is long enough for a wayward curl to fall across his forehead.
“No, I don’t mind that you’re borrowing it,” Obi-Wan says and a flush begins to crawl its way up his chest and neck as he takes in the sight of Anakin wearing his shirt. “I could get you a clean one.” Obi-Wan wore it to bed the night before and it’s not terribly dirty, but the fact that Anakin knew it was a worn shirt stirs something in him.
“This one’s okay,” Anakin says quickly. “We used to share clothes all the time.”
“Yeah, we did, didn’t we?” Memories of them from high school flood his mind and Obi-Wan takes a deep breath. “We used to sleep over at each other’s houses every weekend,” he says softly. “Your mom made the best meatloaf and potatoes.”
“She did,” Anakin agrees wistfully. For a moment, they’re both lost in thought. “I have her recipe.”
Studying Anakin’s face, Obi-Wan reads every emotion that dances across his features. So much has changed in their lives in the past decade. So much time has slipped away.
“Well, I know what we’re making for dinner tomorrow,” Obi-Wan tells him.
It earns him a bright smile and he’s swept away by nostalgia as he reaches out to squeeze Anakin’s shoulder.
“Come on,” Obi-Wan says, his voice soft. “Sleepover’s in my room. Just like we did when I visited you.” He tugs on Anakin’s arm and is met with little resistance. “But same rules apply. I will knock you to the floor if you fart on me.”
With another laugh, Anakin follows him down the hallway, the bag of melting ice still in his hand.
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Hungry
When he catches sight of the auburn hair, Anakin flips his turn signal on and guides the car over to the curb. He parks their sensible and affordably-priced used hybrid vehicle in an empty space, switching on the hazards before he steps out.
Logically, it made sense to not lease a new sports car. They simply weren’t in the financial situation to do so, with both of them still a couple years away from finishing graduate school while planning a small wedding for the summer.
Anakin sees Obi-Wan’s face light up and he laughs, hurrying over to wrap him up in a hug.
“Hi,” Anakin whispers into the neck of Obi-Wan’s puffy winter coat.
“Hi,” Obi-Wan responds and places a small kiss on Anakin’s cheek. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” Anakin straightens up enough to cup Obi-Wan’s clean-shaven face and brings their lips together. “How was your flight?”
“Uneventful.”
Anakin smiles, happy that Obi-Wan was back from his conference. Grabbing the rolling suitcase, he pops open the trunk of the hatchback and places it inside. Obi-Wan tosses in his duffle bag and backpack.
“Thanks for picking me up,” Obi-Wan says.
“No need to thank me. I wanted to see you as soon as I could,” Anakin replies.
After they settle into the car and buckle in, Anakin pulls away from the curb and into airport traffic, checking his mirrors.
“Have you eaten today?” Obi-Wan asks.
“Am I gonna get in trouble if I say no?” Anakin grins as he glances over at him.
“Wait, Anakin, you missed the exit.”
But Anakin just bites his lip and continues to the left, toward short-term parking. Beside him, Obi-Wan is silently trying to figure out what Anakin is doing. The scent of Obi-Wan’s aftershave wafts over as the car turns and it make Anakin’s heart beat faster in anticipation.
They pull up to the ticket kiosk and Anakin punches the button to get a slip of paper. The gate lifts and he pulls through.
“It’s almost noon,” Obi-Wan observes. “You really haven’t eaten anything yet today?”
“The only thing I want in my mouth right now is your dick.”
“I see.”
Anakin winds the car around the parking complex and into a spot in a dark corner. His fingers unfasten his seat belt and he quickly gets out of the car. A beat later, he opens the door to the backseat and waits.
“Are you coming?”
Turning his head hesitantly, Obi-Wan looks up at him. “You’re serious?” But he doesn’t wait for an answer and opens the passenger side door to shuffle out, closing it behind him before he crawls into the backseat. “There’s not enough room back here,” Obi-Wan notes.
Anakin slides in from the other side and closes the door. A second later, his hands are in Obi-Wan’s hair, crushing their mouths together. He feels Obi-Wan moan against his lips and attempts to rearrange their limbs to fit in the cramped space so that he can grind his hips down on his fiancé.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan pants between kisses. “You couldn’t have waited until we got home?”
Sometimes Obi-Wan could be such a troll. Anakin palms and squeezes at the obvious arousal in Obi-Wan’s pants, making him gasp.
“No, I couldn’t wait.” His hands work to peel Obi-Wan’s coat off him while his mouth sucks on the little silver hoop earring, then latching onto that spot right behind his ear.
“But now we’ll have to pay for parking,” Obi-Wan protests breathlessly.
“Under thirty minutes is free,” Anakin says, pulling back from him. His fingers begin unzipping Obi-Wan’s fly. “And I only need about five,” he adds with a grin and shimmies down Obi-Wan’s body.
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LAST EPISODE
s5 ep13 heart pt 2
LET'S GOOOOOOO
it's 1:21pm and I have laundry to do AND Easter Vigil service starts at 8pm, can I get this all watched before 7pm?
Or am I gonna sit there in church vibrating in place for two hours knowing I have three minutes left on the episode or some bullshit lol
(That's longer than usual, yes. Easter Vigil is actually one of my fave services of the year--we start outside lighting candles (the ones inside have been out since Thursday night, even the one we otherwise never put out), then walk into the dark church, then sorta speedrun bits of the old testament (with a hymn after every reading) and then we decide OKAY IT'S EASTER NOW :D and turn on the lights and make a lot of noise and sing a few more hymns--we don't sing or say alleluia during Lent so all the hymns have that in it. There's often MASSIVE amounts of church incense, too. Anyway by the end it's a bit of a party. Apparently some churches have an actual party after the service.)(side note if you're new-ish to these posts that I'm Episcopalian, like, the priests at my church are a gay man and a woman, we're cool people mostly I promise)
See this is why these posts take forever. Why do I keep infodumping shit. This is what it's like to watch things with me in person, though.
If I get through this episode before Easter Vigil my reward is gonna be coming home and taking an edible and rewatching the last two episodes without screenshots so I can just cry over them.
oKAY
eh? that's new. like putting that on screen like that in dead silence. No intro sequence.
oh right Adora is injured. :( And it's some kind of magical monster thing that did it--a security thing put into the Crystal Castle by the First Ones
when she touches her wound the Failsafe glows, and it's making static-y noises and looking glitchy, that can't be good
the nasty tentacle monster thing is still there buT SO IS CATRA YAYYYY she shatters at least one of its eyeballs? I think?
my brain: this is like Caitlyn helping Vi after she got stabbed by Sevika, the wound is even in the same place :D
me: wrong person has the red jacket on also Catra isn't going to buy some illegal potion thing to dose Adora with
(you should watch Arcane)
DOES SHE EVER SAY IT LIKE THAT BEFORE THIS?? oh god she sounds so breathless and relieved
Adora: "You can't be here! It's too dangerous"
And she stands up and starts to fall over and fucking Shadow Weaver helps her stand up, uGH
LOOK AT MY BB KICKING ASS
oh god so Shadow Weaver basically drags off Adora, Catra's like "I'll catch up, okay?" and Adora's like "no no Catraaaaa" her voice is cracking and everything, she doesn't want to do this without her and also worries about Catra and that tentacle monster thing
I'm not gonna screenshot it but poor Glimmer is fighting her dad, who is still chipped and Evil.
Bow is fighting Scorpia, also chipped and Evil. Oh hey Melog shows up and makes Bow invisible.
Micah is MEAN when chipped. He calls Glimmer a failure.
Glimmer: "My mother raised me to be brave. My friends taught me to be kind. And I'm stubborn. I get that from you. I will never stop fighting! And I won't lose another parent! I love you, dad."
She blasts him with enough magic that he collapses.
Bow, invisible, types away on Entrapta's computer she set up in the Horde thing, but when he gets it to start to do its thing he gets excited and says "I've got it!!" and Scorpia hears it and blasts him and is standing over him about to get him.
Bow: "Prime may have made you do a lot of things, but he can't turn you into something you're not. So, right now, all I need you to do is trust me."
Her eyes get normal for a second and she yells, and Bow slams a button on Entrapta's computer. There's a bright light.
Where Sea Hawk is holding Mermista, her chip goes dead and falls off. We get a lovely montage of other characters from all over Etheria, like Huntara and the folks at Elberon, who'd been chipped having their eyes go back to normal!
Scorpia: "oh my gosh I am so sorry!!"
yeah she's definitely back to normal lol
up on Horde Prime's ship:
lol
"My device worked! I knew it would!"
Bow: "Hey, everyone. I'm Bow."
(lol there's so much story in just this frame alone)
But yeah they show people from all over Etheria stopping to watch him speak, including his dads.
"Right now, we're the only thing standing in the way of him controlling it forever. You might be feeling hopeless. You might be thinking "We don't stand a chance." And maybe we don't. Prime's too strong. His army is too powerful. But that's not gonna stop us. We need to show Prime we're not afraid of him, because we have each other. And we have love. We can't give up. And if we go down, we go down together. We need you. All of you."
"It's time to fight. For She-Ra, for our homes, for each other!"
Broadcast over, back to Horde Prime. "Put an end to this mockery."
Catra injures the tentacle monster thing, but now that green is spreading into the room, and as Catra runs down the hall towards the Heart, she stops as Horde Prime shows up in hologram form
"I had such high hopes for you." like what, dude. keeping her around and chipped like a fucking puppet as an example? eugh. (something something about how her speeches to Adora while chipped were an obvious reference to people proselytizing high-control faiths)
the moment of distraction is enough for the tentacle monster to grab one of Catra's legs and she screams in pain D:
also there's still a bunch of earthquakes happening as these two limp towards the Heart
Poor Adora is just weakly going "No...no...wait"
Shadow Weaver: "Don't lose your focus. We're so close."
What's this WE shit.
But also damn one thing Shadow Weaver and Horde Prime (and Light Hope!) have in common is they both believe love and affection and "attachments" are weaknesses. Shadow Weaver just cannot seem to get it through her head that Adora's love for Catra (and vice versa) is helpful here. Not a detriment. Love isn't a distraction!!! It gives us a stable ground of security and safety from which to do hard things!!
Meanwhile poor Angella told Adora "take care of each other."
This is pulsating, and so is the Failsafe on Adora's chest
OH NO oh god Okay being near that much hardcore magic is making Shadow Weaver powerful--her hair does the floaty thing for the first time since, what, s2? And she starts reaching for it, but THEN--
Adora yells Catra's name and starts walking back towards her, and Shadow Weaver's hair falls down again and she says the most weirdly desperate-sounding "Adora, wait!"
Prime's hologram is still torturing Catra along with the actual tentacle monster
(someone has drawn rule 34 of that thing but I'm not looking for it. I am content to know it exists.)
AND THEN THE MONSTER GETS BLASTED BY SHADOW WEAVER AHAHA NICE
about time she was useful amiright
okay so is this Shadow Weaver actually realizing she's been wrong about The Power of Love, or is this just her begrudgingly accepting that these two are Sold as A Set, Do Not Separate, and unless Catra's there Adora won't be able to use the Failsafe because she'll be looking for Catra the whole time???
Like is this an emotional epiphany or just pragmatism?
oh god so she magically shoves Catra away (towards Adora), but Catra runs back to Shadow Weaver
And y'all I know I talked about this a LOT way back in earlier seasons but I cannot tell you how accurate this keeps being in regards to dealing with an abusive parent. Like if you'd asked me, even after I cut off contact, if I wanted my dad to die, I would've said No! Of course not! At that point I didn't know whether the no-contact thing was temporary or not. I just knew I needed time and space to not be constantly stressed and anxious, for a notification on my phone to not immediately fill me with so much adrenaline my hands shook.
Anyway Shadow Weaver puts up a magical shield to keep Catra back
Shadow Weaver's response is amazingly calm and quiet. "Please, Catra. You need to make sure Adora reaches the Heart. The magic must be set free."
Her fight with Tentacle Monster isn't going well.
Catra's voice is heartbreaking here. "Stop it! It's going to kill you!"
"But you, this is only the beginning for you."
;_;
STICK THAT KNIFE IN AND TWIST IT! YEAH!
Catra's crying "no...no..." and a hand reaches out and grabs hers
LOL FINALLY HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT okay going to reblog
what a moment for it pfft
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the perfume on the shelf. pt. 4 | bangchan
Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader
Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?
Warnings: AU, descriptions of blood and gore, profanity, mental issues, angst, clichés, typos, the reader’s confused about everything. Everything's described from the reader's pov, so if you don't get something or the narration seems blurred - that's the purpose lol
Author’s note: it took me long to finish this part, idk why. The way the story develops may seem too slow, but that's the goal, actually. And I'm a fan of slow narration, so it is what it is. Next part will be more action-packed, I swear 🫣 Hope you enjoy!! tell me what you think <3
P.S. I’m still taking requests for the taglist, so if you want to be on it, hmu 😙
Part 3 | Part 5
Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.
Having said rushed goodbyes to Yugyeom, you flew out of the coffee shop and sprinted in the direction of the hospital. The voice in the back of your head squeaked, scolding you for leaving him in such a manner, but you didn’t really care. He woke up. He was okay.
Despite being out of breath and feeling pain in your legs, you kept on running, as if you had to bolt from the police. Another elevator ride — shit, you should have just taken the stairs — and you were the first one to get out the second it stopped at the necessary floor.
Chan’s parents and Minho weren’t there; you assumed, in the quick observation of the hall, they had either been in the hospital room with him or with the doctor. Whatever.
You stopped only at the room’s entrance, catching your breath. Through a small glass window in the door, you saw Chan, sitting on his bed with the phone in his hands. Alone.
Breathe in, breathe out. You tried to briefly fix your hair, in a desperate attempt to make it less messy from the running. Taking another deep breath, you pushed the door, making your presence visible to him too.
You closed the door and just stood there, gawking at him. He raised his eyes at you, slowly. Holding this eye-contact, your palms started sweating, and you automatically wiped them on your pants, every small action of yours followed by Chan’s gaze.
He hissed, standing up; pressing his hand to his left side, Chan didn’t break the eye contact, staring at you as if he’d been trying to catch every meticulous detail of your face.
Your eyes welled up at the sight of him, physically broken because of you. The guilt that had risen on the day of the accident was the only feeling you didn’t suppress; to be honest, you weren’t able to get rid of her. She was eating you alive, mouth full of blood from your torn apart heart, agonizing you with the blame you had put on yourself. If you hadn’t sent those texts, he wouldn’t have got into the accident. If you had waited for one more day, maybe, just maybe, he would have been okay now.
But he was there. Bandages on his head, bandages on his hands, but he was there. Bruised, broken but alive. Conscious.
The breath was knocked out of your lungs during the next few steps you made. Chan was standing there, still, waiting; your height difference was nothing — just your nose slightly brushing the bridge of his — and your hands cupped his cheeks cautiously. You were so scared to bring him more pain that every move of your body had to be calculated.
Following his gaze, that darted from your eyes to lips, you took a final leap before your jump off the cliff’s edge, a jump you’d be making to finally let your feelings intertwine with his. You were in love with each other, and you both knew it. So you were jumping not into an abyss, you were getting ready to jump into a lake, with warm water, opal sky above it. You were jumping into your personal heaven.
Your mouths collided messily; the salty tears mixing up with Chan’s taste. He might have had something sweet to eat before, so it was even more addictive. You moved your lips carefully, afraid to scare him away. Palms pressed to his cheeks, you felt a hand on your waist. He responded to a kiss, slowly pecking your lips before taking control. His lips were chapped, and you could touch every small bite he’d made just by moving your lips.
Kissing Chan had always been something you craved, craved even more than sex. The first kiss with him was like a first shot of tequila, warmness spreading inside your chest, intoxicating taste pushing you to the brink of dizziness, always desiring and taking more. But this time… It was relieving, needy; it was as if you’d been lying amidst a desert, suffering from drought for years before a teary, salty rain blessed you with another day. You were going to live.
You broke the kiss, fogged up glasses forbidding to see Chan’s face without a blur. He was looking at you, and that was enough.
“I thought I lost you”, you whispered in his lips, hands still on his cheeks. A half-smile from him, a smile you missed so much, a smile that was a drop of water in your endless thirst.
Chan leaned in, his lips brushing over yours; and you were there, parting your lips to taste him again, to kiss him at any possible moment, whenever he felt like it.
But before you could drown in him yet again, Chan pulled away, smile fading.
“Don’t”. His hands were on yours, removing them softly.
“Sorry”, you sniffed, taking your glasses off and wiping them with the hem of your shirt. “You can’t move a lot, and this… This is too much for someone, who…”.
“No”. He sat back down on the bed, eyes scanning you. “Don’t ever do that again”.
What? “What?”
A touch on your shoulder, the one you’d become familiar with lately, slowly pushed you back, tugging, as if he was making you leave the room.
“No”, you brushed Minho’s hand off. “What are you saying?”
Only then you noticed the bore he stared at you with, the exhaustion in his sighs signaling he was already done with the conversation.
Dumbfounded, you stood there, gawking at him and thinking your ears were lying to you. He could not have said that, right? Not right after you two kissed, no. Right?
Lee Know finally managed to take you from the room to the hall, closing the door behind him. Taking you by the hand, he dragged you in the direction of the hospital cafeteria. He pulled the chair, sat you down and ferociously plopped oppositely.
“I have no answers”, he uttered, fingers tapping on the table surface.
“What-“
“No answers”. He repeated. “He’s been like that since the moment he woke up. Grumpy, angry. Made his mom cry. Little shit”, he mumbled.
“I don’t understand, he, uh…” You were staring at your hands, fingers fiddling the ring Chan once gave you. “He-“
“Yeah, I saw”. Minho leaned back on the chair. “He didn’t wake up when I texted you. It happened two hours earlier”.
You raised your eyes, gazing at him. What the fuck?
“One of the things he ‘ordered’ me to do was not to text you. Said he didn’t want to see you”.
“But… But he kissed me back”, you uttered.
“Look”, Lee Know grabbed your hands. “I don’t know what’s going on in his head, really. But I swear”, he squeezed your palms in his, “we’ll find out. He stresses me out too”.
“Did he say… Was he like that to you?”
“Oh yeah”, he huffed. “Said I was too annoying, ‘cause I asked if he was okay. Oh, and said that I worry too much”. Minho leaned back on his chair again. “Can’t believe this asshole”.
“What about his parents?”
“Even a better story here”. Minho turned his head to look out of the window. “Told they could go back to their trip, said he doesn’t need them here”.
“Is he?..”
“What? Got his brain damaged too much? I have no fucking clue”, an exhausted sigh left his mouth. “Shit, sorry, I know I’m not supposed to talk like that, but.. I don’t know. It’s not him”.
You just sat there, gaze focused on the trees outside the building. The wind was blowing through the leaves, the sky had become grey, foretelling the rain in the next few moments.
You did take the leap to jump off the cliff’s edge, however, you didn’t get into the warm water with the opal sky above it; it was a mirage, something you wished to see. In reality, the jump turned into a falling, and your desperate attempts to grab at something didn’t prevent the fatality that expected you. You were falling into the abyss, again. This time, though, you felt like you wouldn’t come back.
“He said something..”, Minho mumbled. “I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but now..”
Your response was to keep looking out of the window.
“He said he was tired of everything. Like it was too much.”
“Are you making this up now just to make me feel better?”
Lee Know huffed, but didn’t answer. You, on the other hand, had no fucking idea what was going on.
“I gotta go”, you stood up, taking the bag in your hands. “I’ll be late to work”.
As you turned around and started walking away, Minho suddenly grabbed you by the hand, forcing you to stop.
“Come at visiting hours later”, he said quietly. “I’ll try to talk to him”. You nodded and left.
Walking out of the hospital, cold raindrops touched your hair. It was supposed to be summer rain, you thought. Now it was cold, sunless and absolutely stupid. Stupid ‘cause you didn’t take an umbrella.
Everything was a blur: your subway ride, a walk to the office, pointy-looking colleagues. The only things echoing in your ears were the stomps you made. As you sat down in front of the computer, all of the sounds disappeared. It was just that annoying shit he said in your head now.
“Don’t ever do that again”.
The fuck, Chan? What the actual fuck?
“Hey”, a cooing voice from outside your head asked. “Are you alright?”
Nodding absentmindedly, you clicked on the file you’d gotten earlier. Just do your job, you can do it automatically. You don’t need to think.
But you were still falling. Falling into the pit, into the abyss; and you had no idea what was there, except for the black, viscous quagmire. A long way down, indeed, as you had still not fallen. You wished you had, though — it would’ve been easier to… To what, actually? What? You were absolutely oblivious to what had happened. What had possessed Chan’s head so that he would change his mind, doing a full 180?
“He’s in love with you”
“Don’t ever do that again”.
A bloody mess inside your head, the Guilt, who was following you around like a shadow, was losing her position, losing her face to… Nothing. There wasn’t anything, but the mixture of every other emotion you could have had. Pain, hurt, anger, confusion, love, pity — you name it.
“Are you okay?” A soft touch on your shoulder — Eunjoo and her questions again. “You have been sitting like that for the past five minutes”.
‘Like that’ was with your hands covering your face, water from the wet hair dripping on the desk.
“I need to use the bathroom”, the urge to run away was overwhelming — for some reason, you couldn’t bear the thought of Eunjoo (or anyone else, for god’s sake) comforting you. It just… Wasn’t you. You never cried or shared your intimate problems with Eunjoo, even though she was you best and only friend, besides Chan. And if the idea of sharing with him, who you’d known for years, was your personal hell — what to say about Eunjoo? It wasn’t like you didn’t trust her; you were just used to friends devaluing your feelings, so while making new ones, you tended to keep your mouth shut.
Who’s interested in my problems anyway? One step forward, two steps back, your therapist stated. You didn’t disagree.
You stood in front of the mirror, hands pressed into the marble surface of the sink; some of the girls, who worked in the building, were chatting in the background. Their high voices and melodic laughs reminded you of birds chirping, but that was another nonsense you used to distract yourself with. The way those girls laughed wasn’t and never would be your main concern. At least, it wasn’t one now.
But it weren’t you if you didn’t think about anything but the fucking elephant in the room.
“Hey”. Eunjoo was there, again: hands on you shoulders, and a concerned look in her eyes, which you could see through the reflection in the mirror. “What happened?”
You shook your head, looking at the sink again, trying to hold back tears. Shit, no matter how much therapy you’d got, showing your emotions to those who cared was still the hardest thing to do.
“Did something happen to Chan?”
Ah shit. Her saying his name broke you eventually. Looking at Eunjoo through the mirror, you shook your head again, tears falling down your face.
“Oh, honey”. She pulled you in, wrapping her hands around your shoulders. Her head on yours, and you collapsed in her arms, tears muffled by her shoulder. She was the first girl friend of yours that saw this side of you. Broken, tired, confused. Everything and all it once.
Your cries eventually fade away, leaving you resting your forehead on Eunjoo’s shoulder and arms wrapped around her waist. You could’ve stayed there until you calmed down, but the smell of her perfume was too suffocating for you to keep on inhaling.
“Oh, you shirt”, you said quietly. “I’m sorry”.
“Do not be”, Eunjoo smiled, hands rushing to cup your cheeks. “I will wear it proudly, because I found out something about my best friend today”.
“What’s that?”
Eunjoo pressed her forehead to yours. “She is not a robot. She is actually a human, who can cry”.
You huffed and smacked her shoulder, turning the water on to make your face look less red from crying. “You’re not funny, you know that?” You mumbled.
“I am very funny. Hilarious, some people say”. She held your hair in a ponytail so that it wouldn’t get wet; before Eunjoo you used to be that friend, who held the hair, made sure everyone got home safely and didn’t get into trouble. Eunjoo was the one to make sure you were okay, too. And in that exact moment, with the two of you standing in the office’s bathroom, Eunjoo giving you paper towels and still keeping her hand on your shoulder — in that moment you realized how much of a great friend she was. It almost made you cry again.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You gave her a half-smile. “I’ll tell you at lunch break. Okay?”
After the break, Eunjoo’s gasps, swearings at Chan and advice you felt a bit better. Or worse. Shit, you had no clue what you felt.
“He’s still traumatized from the accident”. Eunjoo said. “Also, I’ve heard that people wha have been in coma have these… weird reactions to things. It is like they have been on the verge of life and death and woke up with different values”.
You kept on chewing on your carrot, nodding to Eunjoo’s words. You didn’t believe in supernatural, or people seeing god while being in coma — but was there another way to explain his behavior?
“Or maybe he is just confused”. She stated, sipping on her coffee. “Imagine you just woke up from an accident and someone is kissing you already”.
“It’s not like he didn’t kiss me back”, you uttered.
“Maybe it was a reflex?”
You let out an annoyed sigh, leaning back on the chair. “Do you have such a reflex, Eunjoo? Do you kiss people back when they kiss you?”
“I meant”, she continued quietly. “A reflex to you. To your actions”.
“Yeah, sure. I’d rather believe he’d met god and he told him to celibate to get into heaven, and that’s why he’s like that”.
Eunjoo sighed. “Has it occurred to you that maybe he really wants to put an end to it?”
You let out a nervous laughter in response to her words. The worst outcome that could be, to be honest. Yes, you were the one to text him, the one who wanted to stop seeing each other. But it wasn’t because you didn’t love him — it was because you loved him too much to take it anymore. And what Minho said…
Yeah, you agreed that Chan was confused. Because, for what other reason would he say such things to you? He had never, ever, been rude to you, and now what? He decided to become an asshole all of a sudden? Didn’t seem like him.
Sitting in front of your computer, you absentmindedly twisted the necklace in your fingers. Your brain was so tired of thinking about Chan that you started wondering how different things could be if you just accepted Yugyeom’s offer many years ago. If you had moved to New York to him, continued your writing career there, lived in a tiny shared apartment… If you had done that, who knows, maybe you’d be much happier now. There would be no Chan, no pain he caused you, and no harm done to him. Maybe the two of you wouldn’t even be friends. Maybe.
Your thoughts darted from the aching images of that unrealistic past you could’ve had with Yugyeom to the dark present you shared with Chan. What your future held was a secret, sealed so carefully you couldn’t even imagine where to start.
“Do you want me to come with you?”, Eunjoo asked while the two of you were walking to the subway.
“No. Minho would be there, so I’ll be okay”.
Lies. You wouldn’t be okay, there was no possible scenario in which you’d feel alright. Though, there was one with a happy ending, however, you didn’t seem to believe it would come true. Your gut was screaming again, completely confident it was yet another jump from the cliff’s edge. Only this time this whole mess should be resolved, so that you could finally end the falling into the abyss or be pulled back. No other options.
Every step from the subway station to the hospital seemed like your last one. What was in Chan’s mind? And, what’s more important, what the hell was going on in yours? Since the very morning you had been dissociating from everything but Chan. Although, you’d feel better dissociating from him too.
He’d made a mess out of you yet again. As if it hadn’t been enough to make you hooked on crumbs of affection he gave you, Chan got you completely fucked up when he rejected you. You tried to chalk that up to his condition, you did; but how bad his concussion had to be to make him behave like that?
Was it your guilt eating you up again?
Every thought in your head was multiplied by two the second you saw Minho sitting near Chan’s hospital room, eyes closed.
“Are you meditating?”
He opened his eyes to give you an exhausted look — the one that made any attempt to joke disappear. Dark circles under his eyes and a pale face, Jesus, when was the last time he got a good night’s sleep?
“I wish”, he replied quietly, rubbing his eyes. “I spent three hours talking to him. Never thought I had this much to say”. Minho chuckled.
“What did you say?”
“A lot”. He stood up to face you. “He’s not the talkative one today. But I think, I convinced him to speak to you too”.
Oh shit. The door handle was never as hot as it was at that moment.
Chan was sitting on the chair, looking at the view through the window. He seemed too bright in the white light of the hospital room, chest rising and falling with every breath he took. The cardigan you knitted a couple of years ago was on his shoulders, making you think that maybe he did still care; he was wearing your gift after all. You remembered how he put it on for the first time, saying it would be his favorite thing to wear. He didn’t wear it much, though. In your vivid imagination there were dreamy thoughts of him keeping it in his drawer, so that it wouldn’t get ripped accidentally — you projected yet another thing on Chan. That he, possibly, cared about you so much, he kept the cardigan you spent three months on far from dirt and dust. You probably were wrong.
“Hey”. You hesitated to move from the door further into the room, scared he’d reject you again.
Chan turned and looked at you; his piercing gaze was burning a hole in your head, and you wondered if you could make it out alive tonight. Physically — yes, but emotionally? Your gut was confident you’d be wrecked after this conversation. Or you were imagining a bad outcome yet again. Nothing had happened yet. Calm down.
“Minho’s lectured me already”.
A cold tone in his voice again. “I’m not here to lecture you. I just wanna talk”.
“Then talk”.
“Chan…” You sighed. “Just… Tell me what’s wrong. I just don’t unders-“
“You texted me, remember?” He slowly stood up. “You said you wanted to end it, remember?”
“Chan, I-“
“How was it that you put it?” He was standing there, just mere inches between you. But your back was glued to the door, and he didn’t move forward from his place near the bed. So close, yet so far. “Oh, right. Whenever you’re around, I just feel more alone”.
You gulped. Shit. “I didn’t mean it like that”.
“D’you think I’m an idiot? What else could you mean?”
“I, uh”, closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, “I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t be… Couldn’t love you anymore, knowing you didn’t… Didn’t feel the same”.
Wow. Actually saying that? Felt like a weight off your shoulders, a weight you’d been carrying for ages. Texting was one thing, but looking into his eyes and deliver the line was somehow phenomenal.
“Why are you here then? Get out if I’m such a horrible person”. A scathing tone of his voice covering up something else, something deeper inside. You couldn’t figure out what.
“Stop it”. You replied firmly. “Turn this bullshit off. Why are you acting like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like someone else”.
“Oh”, you followed every move he made, from narrowing his eyes at you to crackling his knuckles. “So I’m not that desirable when I’m not dancing to your tune?”
He let out a chuckle; you wanted to kill him instantly. Did he really need to be metaphoric to spit poison at you?
“When did you do that?” You didn’t expect the tone of your voice to be so demanding. “When did you dance to my tune, huh? Isn’t it the other way round?”
He sat down on the bed, hands covering his face. You had absolutely no idea of what was going on. Was it all in your head, a hallucination? This whole day, the way he spoke to you, the way he made you feel?
“You were right, we should end it”. He responded to the message you’d sent weeks ago, absolutely ignoring the words you were saying just now. “We won’t work it out”.
“Chan, please”, you didn’t even catch the moment when you got on your knees on the floor beside the bed, “talk to me. Why are you being like this?”
He watched the tears falling down your face and cupped your cheek, wiping them with his thumb. “Because we only hurt each other, tiger”.
“No. It’s not true”.
“It is”, he stammered. “I hurt you with… With all of this mess. I didn’t realize you were in love with me. And I didn’t realize I was in love with you too”.
He laughed nervously. “Minho has told you already, right?”. You nodded, eyes still focused on him. “Knew it”.
“Chan-“
“Let me finish, please”, he answered softly, “I want you to know”. He stopped, taking a deep breath and exhaling — every move still bringing him pain.
“I think, I, uh… I think, we just don’t work. Not like a couple. And we never worked out as friends either”. He drew a breath. “‘Cause I’ve been in love with you the moment we met, I think”.
What?
“It took me long enough to understand it. And when I realized you reciprocated, I, uh, I… I didn’t know what to do. ‘Cause the thrill, it kinda expired, y’know?”
“What are you talking about?”
He sighed again. “You know that… You know that I, uh… Shit, I’ve never said it out loud”, he let out a laugh, fidgeting in his seat. “I like the first steps, ‘getting the girl’ type of thing. And when I get her, it.. It gets boring”.
An arrow pierced through your chest, almost hitting the heart. A painful tingling, followed by a bloody spot appearing on your white shirt. He was merciless in his honesty, wasn’t he?
“When you said you had feelings for me, I wanted to, uh, I wanted to make sure it was true so that I knew what to do next”.
“Do you know now?”
He went silent for a moment. “Yes”. Your heart dropped to your stomach in a desperate attempt to avoid another arrow being shot in its direction. In those seconds of complete silence you prayed to every god to make it all a bad dream. It couldn’t be real. Not with Chan, no.
“And?”
“We need to break up. To stop it all”.
You took a deep breath before standing up to your feet. Looking at Chan, you didn’t notice a slight sign of tears or sorrow on his face — he just observed you, emptiness in his eyes. Every little thing you used to see, the gentleness, the love — it was all gone. Or maybe it was never there. Maybe, probably, you just wanted to see those feelings being there. Could it be possible that he really only wanted you when you didn’t love him? Was he that cruel, to leave you the second you reciprocated?
A tingling in your chest turned into a hole, left by dozens of arrows released into your heart. Every word he said turned into a weapon to kill you. And now inside your rib cage there was nothing but a bloodbath made from what used to be your heart just minutes ago. You could do nothing — even though you wished your tears ricocheted as daggers in response to his ruthlessness.
“You should’ve told me you were like this”. You went poker-faced (so you hoped) and Chan’s face darkened, as if he hadn’t just hurt you in the worst way possible.
“I’m sorry”.
“Sorry won’t fix anything”, was it you speaking? Seemed as if you heard that voice for the first time in your life. “You’re saying this bullshit, but for some reason you questioned, you wondered if your feelings for me were real. If they weren’t, would you run to see me?”
“It’s not the case-“
“Answer me”.
The orotund voice of yours, that neither you nor Chan had heard before, must have startled him, as he glanced at you in shock. Maybe that was the side of the real inner persona you were looking for — demanding, even when hurt. Although, the only thing you craved for was to collapse on the floor and beg him to love you back. Perhaps, if you hadn’t been that pathetic previously, Chan would reciprocate the feelings in the present.
“I already said why I did what I did. I wanted to make sure they were true so that I could end it. I wanted to figure out what I felt”.
“Did you ever stop to think about how I feel?”
A look in his eyes that you managed to catch in those mere seconds was unknown. It was a stranger watching you and shaking his head in response to your words. A man that was once on every mural in the temple of your heart became a stranger in a snap of the fingers.
“You could have just told me. Set a fucking boundary”. You clenched your fists as your voice grew louder. “You could, should have told me you were a heartless piece of shit”.
“You should have seen it coming”, he replied calmly. “You saw how each of my relationships ended”.
You nodded, gulping, forbidding yourself from being vulnerable in front of him ever again. “I was in love with you to foresee you’d treat me the same way. And you were my best friend, after all. I just wanted to be someone you could love”.
“To think”, you continued after picking your bag from the floor, “to think I’ve done so many things, changed so much to get you to love me, and you still… And you still never look my way”. You let out a breathy chuckle, almost losing your face. “Although you did, but only when I didn’t love you, right?”
He sighed. “Please, just… Don’t make a scene. I only told you that to get it off my chest”.
Cruel. Heartless. In your worst nightmares you couldn’t imagine him saying these things. But he did.
“I’m not making anything. I’m fact”, you turned to face the door, “I won’t bother you ever again. You can move onto the next girl to have unrequited feeling for”.
Slamming the door, you almost sprinted to the exit, to avoid talking to Minho, to escape this place you grew accustomed to. You only wanted to be alone.
How could a person change so drastically in mere minutes? Chan you had just talked to wasn’t the one who was as familiar as your own mind. In all those years you’d been friends he had never behaved this way.
“Not to you”, that inner voice of a conspiracy theorist rose from the ashes again. “Don’t forget what he told you about his break up once”.
“I just, uh.. I dunno. It’s like I lose interest whenever a girl falls for me for real”.
Every word now engraved in your mind, engraved there for eternity. The man in that hospital was still Chan, and you were still you too. But now your favourite “friends to lovers” trope turned into dust. In a split second you and him were strangers again, and there was no second chance for the two of you to meet in the writing club once again.
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@heylookwhoitis @amaranth-writing @itstorimf
#bang chan#bang chan imagine#bang chan x female reader#bangchan#bangchan imagine#bangchan imagines#stray kids imagines
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with all the information we now have about the Artistic Director x Prostitute AU, what do you imagine that the finished product/show would wind up being?? i have no fucking idea what it would be. thinking about it being a romantic tragedy (like romeo and juliet) with a happy ending (unlike romeo and juliet)
also mariana being good with kids is just so fucking sweet!! i was imagining charlie being like "hey i need to go pick someone up, but they'll have to stick around until rehearsal ends, is that fine?" and marianas like "yeah okay." and it was half an excuse to get away from the director and half because he actually needed to pick up juanaflippa from afterschool care. he could only pay for so much time that people could watch her after school.
so she got buckled up and he was like "ok flippa, we need to head back to where papa's working for now, because its vital- that means important- that im there, and uncle wilbur will be busy with the band today, so he cant watch you, okay?" she just nods excitedly and uses sign language to say 'where are we going?' he smiles and starts the car back up. 'the theater.'
meanwhile marianas helping direct some of the smaller scenes- charlie and/or her wont be in all of them, of course- and its been a hot minute, so hes actually starting to worry about if charlie had run off-
"hey guys, i'm back! sorry that took so long, the afterschool care receptionist was a bitch." the others are excited to see charlie back, and get even more curious when they notice the little figure hiding behind his leg. "aw, come on mi huevita, don't be shy!" the girl steps out from behind him and starts writing on a paper, holding it up for everyone to see. 'hi everyone! my name is juanaflippa! sorry i took away papa, he needed to pick me up!' everyone melts, and mariana looks over, confused.
"ey, i know slime is back, but-" then she sees the little girl looking over at him, and trans bilingual recognizes trans bilingual.
idk idk maybe im just being too goofy silly about this au grgrgrgrgr
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Hello again 💫 anon!!
Hmm… To answer your question, I find Mariana’s plays would be dark and tragic and this may just be his first try on romance that’s why he is the most picky and particular in choosing the main protagonist. I like the juxtaposition of him falling in love with Charlie as something more precious and delicate while producing something dark and twisted and sensual and ambitious and ultimately tragic :D. Y’know like how a sweet man like Guillermo Del Toro produces cryptic and dark horrors before? That’s kinda like Mariana lmaoo
I feel like while Mariana is strict and very serious with his work, he completely melts around children (his nephew Bobby), but especially with Juanaflippa.
Their first time meeting is definitely out of Charlie’s control because he has been keeping his work and personal life completely separate because he didn’t trust Mariana (yet). But let’s say his usual babysitter got sick, so he had to dreadfully bring Juanaflippa with him to work and she does something that completely catches everyone off guard. Like, running up to Mariana, hugging his leg and calling him her mama lol
Charlie is mortified and tries to salvage the embarrassing moment but Mariana is absolutely endeared and before Charlie could pry her off his leg, Mariana picks her up and it’s like they get lost in their own little world.
It’s the first time something like that happened and Charlie watches the pair with wide eyes. Soon, almost immediately enamored when Mariana makes Juanaflippa laugh and all he could do is throw caution in the wind and join them.
Needless to say, the cast and crew are shocked that stone cold artistic director is playing house with his co-star and his daughter.
From there, everything runs seamlessly between them once break was over and they return to their scenes.
And don’t worry about being goofy and silly, it’s part of the charm in coming up with your own ideas <3
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I think it's totally believable for Ingo to just never mention how he got to Hisui unless someone explicitly asks, because he just assumes everyone knows he came from the rift. That, or no one actually knows for sure if he came from the rift, but that's his and the Pearl Clan's best guess, because nothing else really holds up under scrutiny, especially once they realize some of his dreams are coming true and the weird thing he sees in them is probably Sinnoh. Actually, there's a good question: how did the Pearl Clan manage to convince the Diamond Clan that Ingo really was a prophet? It'd probably have to be with him accurately predicting something, because I doubt they'd just take their word for it, but it'd have to be something fairly important that he'd have had no other way to predict...
What Emmet says, what he does, always the same. So it'd make sense if he said some of his lines during spars! I could also see them watching recordings of their battles too, like how sports teams do, to see what things they could improve on, or to show each other a battle that they had a lot of fun with, or to show off a combo that ended up working really well. If they do spar in all formats together, which I agree is highly likely, then it'd make a lot of sense if they both studied the recordings of all formats too, so they could help come up different strategies. They'd have to be just as good as the other in both doubles and singles, otherwise they wouldn't be able to put up a good fight and keep the other on their toes enough to improve. So technically Emmet could take over the Singles trains and do just as well as Ingo, and vice versa, it's just that they prefer to do one over the other (but really their most preferred format, and the one they're best at, is Multis).
Ohh, okay, that does make sense. And you're right, the premise of "seek out all pokemon for arceus, for some reason" is kinda goofy, especially since the main Plot seems to be stopping Volo and giratina, which arceus never even mentions. Seeing as the balms never made a whole ton of sense to me, since it's just chucking food at them, using divinely blessed pokeballs to replace them sounds reasonable lol. The catch rate is still probably around the same, just so they're not like instant masterballs. The power in them doesn't make them stronger, it just makes them able to wipe out any traces of the frenzy in a pokemon.
What if that's a big source of contention, where once it's proven that the pokeballs can get rid of an alpha's frenzy the group, sans Arezu, suggests to the leaders the idea that maybe it'd cure Kleavor of his too. Which, obviously the clan leaders say a firm NO to. So they're like, well okay maybe we'll figure something out later, and head back out. Only after a while Lilligant falls to it too, while with them, and then they don't really have much of a choice. Arezu makes a very conflicted decision to allow it when her lady just won't stay down and won't stop fighting with the intent to kill. And she only does it under the condition that she be the one to throw it and with the assurance that yes you can just break the ball and they're totally free from its influence. After that they have to tell the leaders about it. I can't decide whether it'd be better for them to notice the very subtle signs of Sneasler's impending frenzy and then catch her before it can cause problems, or not.
OK I'M GONNA TRIAL RUN THE OTHER FORMAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT. IT OCCURS TO ME THAT THIS MIGHT GET STUPID LONG.
[ I think it's totally believable for Ingo to just never mention how he got to Hisui unless someone explicitly asks, because he just assumes everyone knows he came from the rift. That, or no one actually knows for sure if he came from the rift, but that's his and the Pearl Clan's best guess, because nothing else really holds up under scrutiny, especially once they realize some of his dreams are coming true and the weird thing he sees in them is probably Sinnoh. Actually, there's a good question: how did the Pearl Clan manage to convince the Diamond Clan that Ingo really was a prophet? It'd probably have to be with him accurately predicting something, because I doubt they'd just take their word for it, but it'd have to be something fairly important that he'd have had no other way to predict... ]
yeah i don't actually think that in pla itself anyone... says he came from the rift? it's just that that's the obvious conclusion given that we, the viewer, already know ingo is from the future. this is also the basis for people suggesting it was an ultra wormhole i think since they never say it was the rift. and yeah that IS a good question... i feel like he might've convinced them the same way he convinced the pearl clan: not really doing anything special to prove it, but just receiving knowledge and acting on it, like knowing an alpha will be uncomfortably close to some people over here and stopping it, knowing a rockslide just happened on the completely other side of the mountain, etc. and there's really no other conclusion to be drawn besides oh ok i guess he does have visions. which would actually work even better if he never like. mentioned it beforehand until they asked
[ What Emmet says, what he does, always the same. So it'd make sense if he said some of his lines during spars! I could also see them watching recordings of their battles too, like how sports teams do, to see what things they could improve on, or to show each other a battle that they had a lot of fun with, or to show off a combo that ended up working really well. If they do spar in all formats together, which I agree is highly likely, then it'd make a lot of sense if they both studied the recordings of all formats too, so they could help come up different strategies. They'd have to be just as good as the other in both doubles and singles, otherwise they wouldn't be able to put up a good fight and keep the other on their toes enough to improve. So technically Emmet could take over the Singles trains and do just as well as Ingo, and vice versa, it's just that they prefer to do one over the other (but really their most preferred format, and the one they're best at, is Multis). ]
YEAH!! no this is what i think... they're both equally skilled at all battle styles bc they spar in both formats all the time, it's just that emmet has a special fondness for doubles because he loves the strategy aspect that goes into it, whereas ingo enjoys the unique challenges of singles more (which i think also tracks with him creating the path of solitude, later—it's like an extra-hard version of the singles challenge of having only one pokemon to work with. which incidentally i feel like a trainer would only ever note that as a feature of singles, specifically, if they were constantly cycling between it and doubles rather than singles being their default. this is getting wildly off topic now ghskjsh) BUT YEAH. and yeah multis is Their Favorite... unfortunately they can't exactly. spar in multis format so the subway is their main opportunity for that hgskjh
[ Ohh, okay, that does make sense. And you're right, the premise of "seek out all pokemon for arceus, for some reason" is kinda goofy, especially since the main Plot seems to be stopping Volo and giratina, which arceus never even mentions. Seeing as the balms never made a whole ton of sense to me, since it's just chucking food at them, using divinely blessed pokeballs to replace them sounds reasonable lol. The catch rate is still probably around the same, just so they're not like instant masterballs. The power in them doesn't make them stronger, it just makes them able to wipe out any traces of the frenzy in a pokemon. ]
yeah that makes sense!! that also gives more life to the crafting part of the game since you have to make a bajillion pokeballs in order to bless them. and yeah arceus' directive to you in canon is... silly ghkjshskjh it's just like "hey do the pokedex. hole in the sky? what hole in the sky? i said CATCH POKEMON." so this is actually a pretty fun way to make that order from god... Relevant
[ What if that's a big source of contention, where once it's proven that the pokeballs can get rid of an alpha's frenzy the group, sans Arezu, suggests to the leaders the idea that maybe it'd cure Kleavor of his too. Which, obviously the clan leaders say a firm NO to. So they're like, well okay maybe we'll figure something out later, and head back out. Only after a while Lilligant falls to it too, while with them, and then they don't really have much of a choice. Arezu makes a very conflicted decision to allow it when her lady just won't stay down and won't stop fighting with the intent to kill. And she only does it under the condition that she be the one to throw it and with the assurance that yes you can just break the ball and they're totally free from its influence. After that they have to tell the leaders about it. I can't decide whether it'd be better for them to notice the very subtle signs of Sneasler's impending frenzy and then catch her before it can cause problems, or not. ]
hmmmm... i wonder if they don't decide to just catch sneasler before she can even start getting frenzied in the first place? just as a precaution bc "well, we know this works, and if we do it now it'll be way easier since you're not frenzied yet." only if she was ok with it obviously, but i could see ingo proposing it to her at some point for safety's sake. you could have a fun thing there with the two of them becoming more like battle partners than a noble and warden, even, if she's also started battling at his side... which almost makes me want to say that she's more like his ace and he doesn't have much/any of a team yet or hasn't sought one out since he already has her... hmmmmm i wanna think abt that.
#the nemesis speaks#the nemesis answers#anonymous#origin visions au#what might also be better here is if i copy paste the text of the ask into an entirely new post instead of it being there like. twice#buuuut idk. i still want it to look like an ask post?#i guues what i could do is send myself a dummy ask that just says ''...'' or something lol. IDK we're trying stuff out
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eddie munson angst x fem!reader
after Vecna had cursed chrissy, he wanted to make sure Vecna suffered. the last thing Eddie would ever want is for y/n to suffer like she did. he loved y/n. so so much. they were only best friends. but little did y/n know her small words could mean so much.
(also pretend the song is from 1986😓)
warnings: angst. death. taking anger out on others. stuff along that line
3rd person pov
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“Eddie, y/n, Dustin. you guys go scare off the demobats.” Nancy said.
“why do we get the boring job.” I whined.
“y/n. just look at us. i mean, we are not hero’s.” Eddie looks at Dustin then back at me.
I scoffed and hit his chest. “i could be savin’ that di-.” I smiled.
“get a room.” steve shouts.
“enough steve. if they wanna fuck in the upside down. just let them.” Nancy said in her innocent girl tone.
i rolled my eyes playfully.
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“you guys ready for the most awesome rock concert ever?” Eddie says walking up to his guitar and smirking.
“hell yeah.” Dustin and I both say
“fuck im so ready for this.” Eddie says with lust in his eyes. god was his guitar really making him like this?
we go out to the playground by eddies trailer and he starts to play ‘Master of Puppets’ by Metallica.
after a while the demobats started coming. holy shit was there a lot of them.
“T-minus 30 seconds!” Dustin starts yelling, Eddie nods and starts playing his guitar solo.
after the 30 seconds we all run back to the trailer.
we try and fight them off for a little while. then we go back in the real world. Dustin climbs the sheet first. then I do.
Eddie stops climbing and looks up at us.
“Eddie come on!” Dustin yells.
“Eddie!” i yell.
Eddie looks up at us then back down. he jumps off and cuts the sheet. Me and Dustin are screaming for him to come back up. when he grabs his stuff and moves the bed. i grab a chair and jump back into the upside down.
“Fuck!” i yell after i fell. I hurry and get up and start running to Eddie yelling his name.
he’s riding on a bike saying “come get me sons of bitches.”
“Eddie stop!” i yell. I catch up to him and pull him back into the trailer.
“fuck! y/n what the hell are you doing?” he looks at me with anger.
“i dont want you getting hurt.” i say grabbing his shoulders and looking him in the eyes.
“y/n im not running away anymore. im going to destroy this vecna creep.” he says super sternly. he tries to walk away
“youre not going anywhere.” i grab his arm. he comes back in-front of me.
“dustin throw a rope down here!” i yell for him to hear.
“are you guys okay?!” dustin yells, tossing down a rope.
“one of us wouldn’t have been.” i look at eddie. i wait for him to go up. “youre going up first eds. i dont trust that you wont just run back out there.” i smile stupidly.
“and how do i know you wont?” eddie grins
“you dont. get your ass up there.” eddie finally climbs up the rope. when he gets up there i see dustin give him a big hug.
“we should just leave y/n down there. find a way to close the gate.” dustin laughs.
what?
they both disappear. im stuck in the upside down.
i hear a clock chime. fuck. vecna.
i walk out of eddies trailer and theres red fog everywhere outside.
eddies pov.
“y/n?” i yell. shes just standing there.
“vecna.” dustin whispers.
“shit!” i climbed up the rope and almost falls down.
“are you coming or not?!” i yell up at dustin. he come down with the headphones and all of the music in y/ns bag.
“whats her favorite song?!” dustin yells.
“what?! why does that matter??!” i yell back.
“whats her favorite song?!” he repeats louder.
i pick up the song “Me and Your Mama’’ by Childish Gambino.
dustin puts it in the mp3 player and puts it on y/n.
y/ns pov
“i know you regret it y/n.” vecna whispers.
“have you forgotten? when i kill someone, i never forget.”
“i know your just trying to get in my head. and its not working!” i yell.
“oh but i know it is y/n. i know everything you feel.”
eddies pov again lol
“fuck! shes mine, fucking go away!” i scream.
“y/n, Wake up! please!” i cry.
“fuck i love you y/n. please wake up!”
“stay away from her! fuck!” i threw something and it shattered. i honestly didnt give a shit what it was.
y/n starts to rise in the air.
“fuck no! im not doing this again. not with my y/n. i dont fucking like this y/n!”
y/n falls, wakes up and starts gasping for air.
“shit i thought i lost you!” i sobbed into y/ns arms.
“ed-eds.”
“yeah? whats wrong love?”
“i-if anything happens.. t-to either one of us, i… i just wanna let you know th-that i love you. i love you so much and i dont ever wanna lose you.” i started to cry and my mascara was running down my face.
“really?”
“yes eddie! why do you think i fell and probably broke my back to come find you down here.” i laugh through my tears.
“to be a nice friend?”
i giggle a bit. “if you dont feel the same way i completely understand. i just feel like i had to let you know before anything happened.”
“no! fuck! y/n ive loved you since we were kids. youre always telling me to go find a girl that i love and i try! i really do try but every-time.. its you. its always you i come running back to.” he looks at me so sweetly and the only thing i can think to do is kiss him. so i do. and its everything ive ever wished for.
“ew.” dustin gags.
“forgot you were there.” eddie looks down.
#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie x fem!reader#vecna#eddie munson
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LONAN KILLS REEVE IN SV?!?!!!
HE DOES LOL
explanation & excerpts under the cut! <3
CW: murder/death/torture/trauma
okay so I am the DRAMA--obviously Reeve is still alive, but she does technically die and only survives what happens because of Harrison (king <3).
TL;DR: Lonan is brainwashed by his tyrannical family & is sent on a literal mission to kill his sister. He does, but Harrison "revives" her with his magic (the icon the legend the man himself).
More details: So back in 2015 when I was writing book 3 of the original series, Lonan was ALSO brainwashed, but by his other sister Anna and Anna's girlfriend Kate who were mad at him for some reason (I can't remember why exactly, everyone is mad at Lonan in that book LOL). The logistics of how this was done are quite fuzzy because I was 13 :) but essentially think of Lonan as a bluetooth speaker who could be controlled remotely! <3
In this state, Lonan almost kills Reeve a couple of times (and this is when they love each other! not when they don't know they're siblings and have been trying to murder each other!). This DEEPLY upsets him and becomes a major point of tension for his characterization (I believe he makes Harrison promise to kill him if he tries to hurt his sister again, which is... on brand for right now <3). At that point in the series, Lonan's biggest fear is that he's still a terrible person--he's struggling to be redeemable even to himself. So to hurt the most important person in his life at the time, his sister... oof. He's not happy.
I wanted to bring this back into SV, since I love recycling old material into this book to relive the joy of writing them originally (not me... finding joy in psychologically torturing these siblings oops). So Lonan is once again "programmed," but the logistics make more sense because this is done through magical means. Lonan in SV is an extremely controlled person. Every move he makes is monitored, and what little good he does have in his life are used against him to torture him (like... his girlfriend... who I haven't talked about on here... but we can!).
Reeve isn't an exception to this. The play by play of what happens here is that the squad (Harrison, Reeve, Darren, Foster), have all been looking for Humilitas (the magical bird that's been missing for a while/the magical bird that Lonan is part of). They locate Humilitas (Harrison flew on the back of a giant bird who showed him where he was :) lol :)) and this is great! This has been their goal the whole time. But then this happens:
“Humilitas,” she says, inching her fingers toward its face. Her eyes sparkle like she’s seeing a saint, a god, even. She begins to smile, so close to touching him.
A branch snaps.
Not delicate. A weighted sound. A human sound.
Harrison spins around.
He doesn’t believe what he’s seeing at first. Surely, he’s hallucinating, sicker than he’d initially thought, bombarded by strange, unrealistic visions. Black hair like a silken cut of obsidian. Fingers precise, thin. Eyes kingfisher blue and as hot as a gas flame.
“Lonan?” he says, dazed, hardly able to make out his name without slurring every letter. Harrison lurches forward to where he stands, ten, twenty feet away, barely catches himself on a bramble bush. Thorns skewer his palm, but he feels no pain, not even when blood seeps down his wrist, candle wax overflowing. Instead, his mouth foams, his knees so weak that on his next step forward, he falls onto his elbows.
(there's a Feeding Habits easter egg here with the kingfisher eye description--which is the way Suzanna describes Harrison's eyes to Lonan awww. Also I love that feverish Harrison can describe Lonan once again like a painting. My god.)
Harrison is so stunned and is ALSO physically ill at this sight (relatable content <3). No, but really, he is quite literally sick (H&L are bonded through magical bird things & being so close is... not good for them at this point).
Reeve is so excited that she doesn't really notice Harrison's Suffering (TM). This happens:
As if she’s never seen Humilitas, as if he no longer matters, as if she’s an elk running from a mountain lion or a mountain lion chasing an elk, as if the earth no longer matters either, as if she is wind and he is alive, he is alive, as if, no matter who tries, no one can stop her, Reeve launches at her brother with full force.
And then we get... the actual drama:
Lonan raises an arm. From the ground, as Harrison watches through jittering eyes, he looks as if he’s going to hug her. They could be children again, reunited after a summer trip apart, one about to spin the other in greeting. Reeve is crying, tears glittering off her chin like flakes of shattered glass. She wraps her arms around her brother, shaking, sobbing, shocked as a rat snapped in a trap.
Lonan looks at her. His arm still raised. Does he smile? Harrison’s vision has spotted so badly that he can hardly tell.
Against the deep backdrop of night, a glint.
Harrison gasps. He wills himself to get up, to run to her. Ash. Bone.
But by then it’s too late. One moment, Reeve clutches her brother, and the next, he gouges a knife straight through her heart.
Aaand that's how part two ends. Fun!
We start part three in Reeve's first solo POV chapter, where Darren explains what happened:
“You died,” he whispers. Reeve blinks. “I saw you. On the ground. I swear, I got to you not even a second after he hurt you, yet you were gone. I looked at you and I thought, I’m going to have to bury her.”
(THHHEEE ROMANNNNCCEE)
She also sees the consequence of Harrison's magic (that did bring her back in the end!):
What marks her chest: a pattern the colour of soot, radiating from around the bandage covering the puncture.
Permanently grafted on her skin are the sun’s waving rays.
Harrison doesn't actually know how to use his magic at this point in the books/what his magic even is. But seeing his bestie literally die is... too much for him, and instinct just takes over really fast. This is the opening of chapter 17 and where the title of book 2 comes from:
From Harrison’s bloody fingertips: a hot, bright ribbon scatters from his body and across the ground, bounding like a heartbeat. Watch as it ripples and ignites a line of maple leaves, beating to the same rhythm as the words she can’t die. She can’t die. She can’t die. Not after all of this. Not now. Watch as it climbs over her thigh, side, stomach, a messenger with its goal in target. Watch as it stabs her body as the knife previously did, how upon contact with her heart, her entire figure luminesces. She becomes a Madonna on that sunless ground, haloed in light.
^^ get you a best friend who is so stubborn he refuses to let you die so miraculously uses his magic to save you <3 aw
After this, Harrison passes out for a long time. He's not aware of how terrible of a state he was in (also near dying) until he talks to Foster:
“Where’s Reeve?” he asks. Though he’d been feverish and near-unconscious on the ground, he’d seen the look on her face as her body fell. Her smile of relief punctured with some sick mix of shock and horror.
“She’s okay,” Foster says, and glances out the private room’s exit. “Darren’s with her.”
That’s all it takes for Harrison to move. He rips off the catheter in his nose, peeling up the tape securing several tubes to the back of his hands.
“Hey—”
“Don’t get in my way,” Harrison growls when Foster goes to herd him back into the cot.
“You’re not well—”
Harrison yanks all the wiring knotted around his body so harshly that one of the monitors checking his vitals appears to shut down.
“Does this look like the work of an unwell man?”
(LEGENDARY DIALOGUE HARRISON ^^)
We ALSO get Harrison going beast mode and calling Foster by his actual name LOL:
“Get out of my way, August,” Harrison nearly shouts. If Reeve is in this infirmary, alone with a man who sure, cares about her, but that isn’t him, he will damn well get to her.
And of course, he's back to wanting to kill Lonan:
Harrison crosses his arms. “I’m going to find Reeve. And then I’m going to kill Lonan.”
It’s the first time he’s said the words aloud, the words that’ve hummed in his body since he awoke. Kill Lonan.
“I can’t let you do that.”
“I don’t need your permission.”
At this point, no one actually knows Lonan did this unintentionally because he's been unable to tell them because someone may or may not be trying to kill him as we speak!
And strangely, Harrison also has matching markings on his palms like the one Reeve has on her chest:
When his palms are naked again, he doesn’t even question the black solar markings in the centre of each palm—nothing matters. Lonan cannot die.
“Hey,” Harrison says, hands trembling even harder now as he tugs the hem of Lonan’s shirt upward to reveal the wound, likely pierced through, or close to his heart. Lonan’s mouth hangs open, like he’s trying to say something, but Harrison won’t let him. No goodbyes.
(not me just leaving this excerpt here as if this isn't going to open up a whole bunch more question LOOOL I'm evil and also willing to talk more <3)
Eventually, when everything settles down, Harrison confronts Lonan about what the actual fuck happened that night he "killed" Reeve:
“One of the first things I told you was not to look for me. Why did you?”
Harrison laughs. He doesn’t think. He’s not even sure what it means—if he’s genuinely amused, or if he’s shocked, or if he’s angry. “Why wouldn’t I look for you?”
“I told you not to.”
When Harrison laughs again, he’s absolutely sure why—exasperation ripples off his body. “You were haunting my dreams to the point where I couldn’t sleep. Your sister begged me to help find you. And besides, you found us.”
“But you shouldn’t have saved me. You should’ve left. It would’ve been best—”
“Are you telling me I should’ve let you die? Forget you for a second—what about Reeve? She should’ve died too?”
Lonan looks over to him—Harrison feels his gaze on his face, but now he’s looking at his hands, trying to force them to still with his mind. He’s not angry. Lonan is not ungrateful. He’s not angry. Lonan is not ungrateful.
“Harrison,” Lonan says after a moment. “My family is dangerous. I wanted to keep you as far from this as I could—”
“But you didn’t,” Harrison says, his voice breaking. “You gave me half your power. You knew they would look for me if you took what made you useful and gave it to me. And you did it anyway. You put a target on my back.”
“That target was always on your back. From the moment you were born it was on your back. I needed to be certain you could keep yourself safe when something happened. Not if.”
“Safe?” Harrison almost shouts. Out of everything he’s considered himself in the whirlwind of the last few weeks, safe was the absolute last one. And the absurdity of this implication, as if Harrison would even understand how to use his own magic to keep himself safe. He’s somehow managed to keep himself alive and burned himself on a fork—Lonan didn’t gift him his powers and a manual to use them. Safe. Impulsively, he yanks his hands from his pocket, splaying open his fingers to reveal his palm and the black sunrays tattooed onto the centre. “This is what you’ve done to me, Lonan. This is what you’ve done to Reeve.”
Lonan’s brows perk up, and now he’s trying very hard to catch Harrison’s gaze. “What is this about Reeve?”
(For context on the "what about Reeve" dialogue--since Lonan is the Virtue, if he dies, which is impossible since he's immortal but... almost happened lol, his whooooole family dies with him. Also: "burned himself on a fork" I'm crying LOL)
From this excerpt, we can tell Lonan clearly has no idea what happened and what he did to Reeve (accurate to the OG books). This may or may not lead to a nervous breakdown.......... oops!
Anyway so that's the explanation!
I love spoiling SV. Always happy to talk about it!
#tw death#asks#seventhvirtue#i actually wasn't going to share this info because I was like#what if I want to publish this#and then I realized I never in my life want to publish Fostered to be consumable as a Book#sorry but they're mine! LOL allll mine!#so happy to answer all spoilery questions! <3
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a few (okay, maybe quite a few) scattered HOTD thoughts now that i’ve finally caught up:
yay for having a sick day in bed to catch up
the good:
1. definitely a better written show than GOT even in its heyday, and that’s because a lot of the character moments are about showing vulnerability and conflict, not about seeing who gets to say the cleverest line. hotd falls into that sometimes too, but it pays more attention to character
2. the battle/action sequences - i rarely ever enjoyed them on GOT but they’re sparse and well done here, at least for now. the dragon scenes have also been pretty good
3. love the fact that we have so many unsettling/creepy/indefinable dynamics and that hotd dwells on them and doesn’t let you forget lol. i also think this show is doing a better job at depicting the “shades of grey” for every character in terms of morality.
4. the acting is pretty solid all around
the bad (up to this point):
1. that whole wedding sequence in episode 5. started out promising. loved alicent’s bad bitch entrance. and then...??? ser criston cole just went nuts??? and it was so chaotic and confusing and unconvincing. i assume that we will return to that whole mess at some point? because it was not explained or fleshed out and it makes no sense why they just let criston get away with it. sure, we could argue that the two houses might’ve been relieved to see laenor’s paramour die....but they’d never do that to poor laenor and they wouldn’t have left the culprit go unpunished. was that whole sequence meant to be confusing and dissatisfying? maybe i’m just dumb and didn’t get it
2. ser criston cole. is just. a cartoonish 2-dimensional villain now? i don’t get it. they’ve shown they can write characters with enough complexity and deftness that we both understand where they’re coming from and condemn some of their actions. but i guess they just gave up for ser criston? and decided to turn him into a weird incel. and how is he not dead or exiled after what he did??? what sorcery did alicent pull.
3. laena’s death. how did a pregnant woman manage to run past everyone, including daemon, and get down to the shore? why did no one stop her? what a waste of a character. i looked up her death in the book....and the changes they made are strange. i like the idea of her choosing to die like a dragon-rider, but everyone’s absolute negligence of her, and her sudden desire to die felt out of left field. laena struck me as someone who wanted to keep fighting, not give up.
ship stuff:
- daemon/rhaenyra is solid and have plenty of chemistry, but maaaan, she should’ve been way more angry with him after episode 4. i feel like he got off far too easy (which i guess is a running theme with all his pretend exiles). he struck me as pretty callous and calculating, even if he was also conflicted and drawn to her. i’m srsly waiting for her to put him in his place when they’re married. i need that to be a “rhaenyra is boss” family. in general, daemon is fun but also...kind of obnoxious. i think we’re maybe making too much of him, but matt smith does play the asshole type well, what can i say. i guess what i am trying to say is that i see them less as romantic soulmates and more as "we love each other and use each other” kind of targaryen flavor. which frankly makes them more appealing to me
- harwin strong/rhaenyra - very sad and cute and wholesome. would definitely read smut
- alicent/larys strong - deliciously creepy vibes, but more in the vein of cersei and qyburn. on board.
- alicent/otto - god, i love the fraught & repressed father/daughter relationship. we had too few scenes with them!! love the toxicity, love the devotion, love how otto pretends not to see alicent’s misery, love everything about them
- alicent/rhaenyra - liked them better as youngins, i feel like the tension between them as older women is somehow...less interesting? idk. i still hope they have more interactions in the future. (i loved that montage in ep 4 where rhaenyra was having a blast and alicent was staring at the ceiling in boredom and agony as viserys did his business. the queer longing alone!)
- alicent/daemon - that one rarepair/crackship i’m probably going to obsess over. i already have an elaborate oneshot in mind. i love ppl who almost never interact but who would have such interesting one-on-one conversations. also the fraughtness of daemon/viserys, and how much daemon probably resents alicent for “taking” his brother. anyway!
- alicent/criston - i could be down for this in the scenario where alicent just steps on him repeatedly and he thanks her for it. ugh. really bleh about ser criston.
- alicent’s targ kids have interesting sibling dynamics.....i assume more incest is coming from that corner too lol
(sorry yall, most of my ships are alicent ships because olivia cooke <3333)
- laena’s girls! baela and rhaena! i want them to have ridiculously complicated subplots & romances, i want them to take center-stage! least they can do after wasting laena/daemon
i think that’s everything for now. i’m kind of wondering why we’re doing all these time jumps and why we’re not taking our time. have we not learned anything from GOT? anyway, i’ll probably share my final thoughts after all episodes air.
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