imagine peacefully reading your silly little stories only to be hit with “do i disappoint you?” . fallingdownthestairs.gif

story 3- For da bro's

It’s a hot summer day I’d rather be outside with my girlfriend but Saturdays are for the boys, especially tonight. It’s the only time ill be able to speak with John and Aggy for a couple of months. Our lives have gotten so busy after high school, Aggy plays Division 1 football at Syracuse, and John landed a big-time corporate job while I was stuck at home still figuring things out for myself. I love speaking to them because even though they went big they still make time to speak with me and keep up with each other.

*Ring Ring* I see it's John, so I pick up “Hello?” “Hey Marvin it’s me, John” “Yeah of course John I have your number saved” “Haha yeah silly me. Hey listen I have a big important meeting on Sunday I don’t think I’ll be able to do game night tonight, I hope you understand Marvin”

I was devastated to hear that from him but I couldn’t be mad at him “Yeah, of course, I understand man you’ve got bigger things you have to do so don’t worry about it, maybe next week?” I say with a disappointed voice “Yeah, maybe next week” John replies and I hang up

I didn't like the sound of that I felt like he was leaving us, I felt like he was breaking our bond, but at least I still had Aggy so I shoot him a text (Hey Aggy, John just cancelled it seems like it’ll only be us playing tonight) I put my phone down and get on with my day hours pass by and I haven’t heard back from Aggy but I trust him, he would never bail on me last minute especially Ding (Hey bro, sorry I don’t think I’ll be able to play tonight either I’m going out with a couple of my teammates) I just look at my phone and shake my head, I choose not to reply because I feel betrayed by them both… Aggy’s was much worse because he ditched me to hang with his new friends, and the power of the three was starting to slip away I was starting to get mad and I was getting hot so I decided to open a window.

I sit down and reflect as the summer breeze rolls through my window, I decide to play without them. Since they don't need me I don’t need them either, playing for about 15 minutes I realize that it’s not as fun without them and I ask myself what am I doing with myself “I’m not fifteen anymore” I can't get mad at them they’re just living their own lives and it’s time I started living mine too…

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐎𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲?

(Hawks x fem!/reader) -> Mostly Fluff -> 1.4k 

Synopsis: You and Hawks decide to go out for a date. He’s running a little late, and you’re alone for a bit. You end up meeting a close friend of yours, and Hawks isn’t very pleased.

Notes: Might be a little angsty/sad after hearing about his insecurities? Other than that, I would say this os is kind of fluffy. Hope you like it ^^

It was the day you were looking forward to (since the beginning of the week at least). The day where you and Keigo would finally go out. It’s been at least two months since you last talked to him. He was busy with his job, and you, with university. It saddened you that you both were separated by your choice in career. Him a hero, and you, an accountant. It may have sounded boring compared to his extravagant job, but it was one you found enjoyable. 

Keigo texted you a couple days in advance, saying that he wanted to take you out. Of course you had agreed, and here you were, now at the mall waiting for him to arrive. You both planned to go shopping for a bit, and then watch a movie. Maybe go on a short stroll and part ways after. You made sure to fix up your appearance for once, knowing you might not be able to see him for sometime after. Plus, you wanted to make sure that you could make the best of things with the time given. 

You waited for about ten minutes. Not thinking much about it, you decided to play on your phone, scroll through your socials, and do whatever you could to distract yourself. It worked for a while...until you found yourself looking at your phone for the next hour. You happened to scroll onto a post talking about Keigo at an interview. 

‘I thought he said he was free today…’ you sighed and put your phone away. 

You then got up from your seat. Though he doesn’t stand you up as often as he meets you, it still sucked knowing that you both barely met. This was the first time in two months, would you have to wait another three?...four even? You decided not to think too much about it, after all, you understood and respected Keigo’s schedule. 

‘I guess I’ll get going now-’ 

“L/n?” you looked up to see a very familiar face. 

“Watarou? What are you doing here?” 

“I’m just strolling around haha. I just got back from America, and decided to do a little bit of shopping. You?” 

“Oh...I’m...or rather, I was waiting for my boyfriend. He’s a little late though...so I think I’m going to get going.” 

Watarou took note of your disappointment, and based on what he knew (about you), he thought about what would cheer you up. 

“Hey...if you don’t mind, we should go and get some crepes. My treat.” 

“Really!?”

“Really, like old times.” 

---

Hawks arrived about an hour later. He felt super guilty that he wasn’t able to see you at the time he promised, but duty called when it needed to. He also knew you understood his schedule and was grateful for that. He was very, very thankful for it. Reason being, one thing that Hawks had always been insecure about, was his lifestyle in general. 

He was constantly doing something, whether that be hero work, interviews, promotions, and so much more. That being the case, whenever he tried making relationships work, they’d always end with “why are you so busy?”, “can’t you try to make some time for me?” He tried doing his best, but things would always end because of that. But when he met you, things had changed. 

Although he was a little reluctant, and it took a while to convince him, he ultimately knew you were someone who did respect his time. So because of that, he made sure to make your sessions special, to show the appreciation he had for you. Because of this, he always made sure to be on time. Rushing out of his work so he could sprint to you. So when he was late, he’d feel horrible for making you wait, secretly having thoughts about traumatic past experiences. 

“Where is she?” 

He tried calling only to realize your phone had died, it immediately sent him to voicemail. He was getting anxious at this point, maybe you went home? But then, you would’ve had a charger?...maybe it broke? He then looked around catching a glimpse of your hair...and what seemed to be like...another person. 

He started to stride towards you. Just who exactly were you with? He then gazed as the two of you ate crepes together. You seemed to be enjoying your time with him while you both conversed. Hawks on the other hand, was not. Though he was fine with you having friends...your interaction seemed to be a little “too friendly.” He continued to watch from behind, and saw as he then slid something over. 

“What’s this?”

“It’s a bracelet...do you like it?”

“It looks gorgeous!” you looked in awe as the gentlemen smiled. 

“I’m glad you do. I’ve been trying to get the right gift for a while now.” 

“Who wouldn’t like it? I can tell you put a lot of effort into it,” he then put his hand on the box as you continued eating your crepes. 

Hawks had seen enough. To see someone give you that type of attention, whether he was a friend or not, didn’t sit right with him. Not only that, but it really hurt seeing someone else was treating you better than him (in his eyes at least). Regardless of who he was, Keigo was your boyfriend, and that being the case, should’ve been trying harder. 

He then approached the both of you, and gave a cold stare to Watarou. Watarou seemed a little uneasy with the exchange, while you were thrilled to see Hawks. You got up and wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly as his hands stood at his side. 

“Keigo! You’re here!’ 

“Were you having fun?...” he said, agitated as you then realized what was going on. 

“Oh Keigo...I never knew you’d get jealous over something like this.” 

“What!? What do you mean!?”

“Watarou, this is Keigo. Keigo, Watarou.” 

“Nice to meet you man,” Watarou said as he gave his hand. 

“Yeah...same here…” Hawks said while feeling uncertain. 

“Watarou was just helping me kill time, it’s been a while since we last got together, so we took advantage of it while you finished your duties.”

‘So they’ve known each other for a while.’ 

“Yeah...I hope you don’t mind. I took her for crepes and we talked for a bit.” 

“What about the bracelet?” Keigo would ask bluntly as he then said: 

“Oh, I was asking for Y/n’s opinion. I’m gifting it to my sister, and since they have similar taste, I wanted her input on things. I’m glad they’re good.” 

“Ahh...I see.” 

“Well, I’m going to head out. I’ll see you both sometime, I have about two weeks left? So see you then!” 

“Bye Watarou!” you waved as he exited the mall. 

Keigo then realised as to why he was so irritated. It wasn’t that you had done wrong, no, he trusted that you were loyal. It was that his insecurities got the best of him, which threw him off. He was upset that such feelings got him acting so petty, especially towards someone who had done nothing wrong. Knowing this, he knew what he needed to do. He sighed to then look you in the eye. You still a little confused, he then apologized, saying: 

“Dove...I’m sorry…” 

“Sorry for what?”  

“It’s just that...I was so caught up in my insecurities...that I assumed you were doing wrong…”

“Oh…” you weren’t going to lie, you were a little disappointed. Why would he even think that, after all your time together?...but then, you also understood his past and whatnot. Still, it bothered you to say the least. 

“I’m sorry for that...along with not showing up on time. I tried my best to come, but I guess, Watarou beat me to it haha. Not in a bad way of course, I’m just grateful you had some company while I was on my way.” 

“I guess so, but Keigo.” 

“Hm?” 

“You know, you won’t ever have to worry about that kind of thing. Even though I'm a little hurt by your assumption, I get why and will let it slide for this time,” he smiled and then grabbed your hand. 

“Mhm, love you,” he pecked your cheek as your hands intertwined. 

“Silly, I’d only fall for your chicken-like charms.” 

“Aww, why not my Hawkish charms? Sharp, daring, handsome?” he winked as you shook your head. 

“Because a chicken is vulnerable, soft, cute, and gives me loads of egg,” you then stared at his wallet as he rolled his eyes (playfully). 

“Okay okay fine, let’s go catch that movie,” he sighed as you laughed. 

“Sounds good to me!” 

Forget me not

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Drabble, Established Relationship! au

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Fem! Reader 

Word Count: ~2,3K

Notes: The seventh fanfic for the Valentine’s request [That you can find here]

I don’t know anything about flowers language! So if it’s wrong, please blame google SUHAHUSAHUSHUAHUSA

Chan ||  Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || Jeongin

Masterlist

Requested: Yes, by 💎anon   [I hope you like it! I don’t think I’d ever think of something like scavenger hunt for a plot lol, so it was kinda challenging. I did like to write it, and I hope it meets your expectations! <3]

General Tag List: @channiewoo @aliceu @bythesunnotbythemoon

[If you wish to be tagged to the other Valentine’s requests, please send me an ask <3]

                                                       ///

    You pouted at your empty bed.

    You and Seungmin had planned to spend the day with each other, celebrating your fifth Valentine’s day together, and yet he was nowhere to be seen. You missed his warmth as soon as you woke up, a soft pillow under your arm instead of his body. You frowned, still kinda drowsy as you get up from bed, wandering around the house to look for him.

    “Come one, Seungmin! This isn’t funny” You whined in the middle of your living room, swiveling your head to get a clue but meeting nothing else than a pile of waffles on your table. You approached them, poking the warm and soft pieces twice, humming as you tasted the syrup… He wasn’t long gone.

    Maybe you should wait for him? Did he go out to buy some milk or something? Maybe he was trying to make you a romantic breakfast? You sat down, staring at the food before noticing a pink note attached to the plate. You would finally get some answers!

    I made you some waffles… This time I didn’t burn them! Haha. Please, eat well. I love you. Yours, one (first) and only Seungmin.

   You arched your brow, confused as to why Seungmin would scratch a correct phrasing to place a “first” there, but too tired to really care. You took a bite from the waffles, humming in appreciation. He did really get much better at this!

   You chuckled as the memory came back to you.

   The burnt smell spread all over the place, waking you up and alarming you. The panicked squeak that you heard from the kitchen didn’t help much to placate your fears, so you rushed there, stumbling all around the place. You would have expected anything but Seungmin standing in your kitchen ─ ashamed eyes snapping at you in a silent apology ─ with a plate of black pancakes, surrounded by a thin smoke.

    The first time he slept over and wanted to do you a surprise.

    You got better at this, hm? Didn’t even burn down my house this time! You messaged him, chuckling as you munched another piece, eyes fixed on your phone to not miss his answer.

    There is a first for everything! He answered, making you roll your eyes playfully. What a silly guy. Ready to come and meet me?

    I missed you here with me… You typed, pursing your lips as you sent him the message. Was it too cheesy? Are we going on a date today?

    First, you have to meet me! He said, and you almost could hear him giggling excitedly wherever he was. It’s Scavenger time, kitten! I promised you this Valentine’s would be really special, didn’t I?

   Scavenger as in a scavenger hunt? You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. And you’re my prize? How conceited… You mocked him, getting up from the table to go to your room and get changed.

    He didn’t answer your messages after that.

                                                          ////

     You crossed your arms over your chest.

     Were you being too naïve? You stared at the door unsurely, rubbing your chin in wonder. Seungmin was witty and he liked to drop subtle hints around… Were you being too conspirational or were you on spot? He wouldn’t keep repeating “first” all around if it didn’t mean anything, right? The “casual” choice of words was quite suspicious as well… He never called you a kitten before.

    Coincidence or not, the first time you met each other was here.

    A cat adoption center.

    The first time you met Seungmin, you were going to adopt a cat to gift your best friend. They just loved cats and you couldn’t help but think it was the perfect gift. You were right indeed, but up to this date, your friend joked around saying that Seungmin was the best gift they could have given to you.    

    You gathered your courage to get in the place, looking around to see if you could see him anywhere. He was nowhere to be seen. Unsurprisingly, though, Minho came right in your way, an amused smirk playing on his lips. You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

    “Do you know what is this all about?” You asked suspicious of him.

    “No, Seungmin knew he couldn’t trust me with a secret” He chortled “The only thing I know is that he’s being cheesy and asked me to hand you this” He said, extending a small envelope to you.

    The first time we ever met… Do you still remember it? Although you can never let him know, I’m forever grateful to Minho for dragging me with him there. Even if his whole point was for me to see that cats were better than dogs. They’re not. You can tell it to him now if you want. Still, it is thanks to him that I ever landed my eyes on you. It’s also thanks to him that we got our first date… You know where you should be going now, right? No need to worry, no one will spill their soda on you!

P.S.: If it does happen for some reason, I didn’t plan it. Please don’t hit me.      

   You chuckled, lifting your eyes to Minho playfully.

   “Sorry, but cats suck” He scoffed at you, rolling his eyes.

   “He’s brainwashing you, Y/N!” He jokingly complained, poking your forehead, “Go away!” He whined, pushing you to the door “And if he asks, I didn’t tell anything about Hyunjin”

   “But you didn’t tell me anything about Hyunjin” You frowned, getting an unimpressed look from him “Oh!” You chortled “Thank you, Minho! It’ll help me a lot” You waved at him, getting out of the store.

                                                       ////

    This time you just walked confidently into the store.

    You looked around to find Hyunjin, already aware that Seungmin wouldn’t be waiting for you there. You peeked at the clothes displayed, chuckling as you remember your first date with Seungmin.

    Although both of you were nervous back then, Seungmin was a whole new kind of a mess. The way he got startled when his fingers brushed yours over the shared French fries would forever be carved in your mind as his most hilarious reaction to anything ever. Unfortunately, the soda he spilled over you would also be forever there on your favorite blouse… One could not only win, right?

    “Oh, you’re here!” Hyunjin smiled at you, walking your way “How is it going? Are you liking to play detective?” He chortled, looking for something through his pockets.

    “He’s being too cute for a simple Valentine’s Day” You pointed out to see if Hyunjin would give anything away but he just shrugged “Seungmin was always the hopeless romantic, though” You acknowledged, getting a humming from him.

   “I won’t tell you anything, I’m not Minho” He snorted.

   “Come one! I want to know what’s going on!” You whined.

   “Then solve everything and meet him!” He retorted playfully, handing you the next letter before walking away.

   I hope no one had spilled anything on your clothes today… If someone did, though, I have a surprise for you. Hyunjin should be back with it in no time. Even though that first date was a mess, I’m happy we had so many others after that so I could redeem myself. I had never been so nervous in my whole life, and I think deep down I already knew you were special. I know I’m the one who’s doing this to me, but I wish I could be there to kiss you right now. For me, every single kiss we shared was as tender and full of love as the first one… But the first was what brought us together, and I hope it will bring you back to me once more.

    You smiled softly as the warmth spread over your chest.

    You didn’t even need to try and get this out of Hyunjin… You knew exactly where to go now. You raised your eyes to meet a goofy Hyunjin showing you an outfit too similar to the one you wore on your first date with Seungmin.

    “Put this on before you go!” He chirped.

                                                        ////

    The bus stop was empty.

    You made your way to the bench, a sigh leaving your lips as you looked fondly at the place, a nostalgic Feeling engulfing you. The first kiss you shared was rushed and unsure, a bold way to make up for the words you couldn’t speak up. The insecurities were offset by the overflowing feelings that were enough to reassure both of your hearts.  

   You still remembered how you got on the bus, upset by the lack of attitude from Seungmin. Didn’t he like you? Because you sure as hell liked him! Couldn’t he just make a move? Anything? You sighed when you turned away, stepping inside the vehicle with nothing but disappointment in your heart. Maybe he didn’t like you as much as you liked him…

    Then it hit you.

    What if he felt just the same way as you?

    When you snapped your body to turn away and get back to him, he was already there to catch you. Apparently, the same thought had occurred to him, and his arms wrapped you up as your lips met half-way. The initially rushed kiss turned into a loving and tender one rather quickly as soon as you realized that both of you weren’t going anywhere.

    Well, except that the bus driver kinda needed you to go or stay.

    The ride home was filled with a cozy feeling as you nuzzled each other.

    You sauntered there mindlessly, sitting on the bench before looking around curiously, noticing a poster hanging on the wall. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, noticing how familiar the couple on the picture looked like. It was you two. Seungmin held your hand, and it was painfully obvious how he was stiff and anxious there while you had no clue of what was going on, smiling brightly at the picture.

    The restaurant where he confessed his feeling for you.

    The place where both of you finally got together.

    You chuckled, knowing exactly what bus you should be riding right now.

                                                          ////

    Seungmin was waiting for you with a small flower.

    “You’re here” He stated quite awkwardly, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head in confusion. It sounded like he wasn’t happy to see you “You’re… You look amazing” He said emotionally, and you burst out laughing.

    “You don’t look bad as well” You teased, checking him out “I’d even say you’re the most handsome boyfriend I have ever met” You chuckled, getting closer to him to place a kiss on his lips.

    He didn’t let you.

    Seungmin extended his hand to you, shoving the flower in your hands.

   “What is it? Another clue?” You asked confused, looking at the small plant. You didn’t know much about flowers, but you recognized it as a forget-me-not. Only Lord knows why you would know it, though.

    “Y/N…” He cleared his throat, loosening up his collar “I brought you here today because…” He took a deep breath “Because here was the place I finally confessed my feelings for you” He finished, kinda proud of himself for managing to say that much.

    He took one step ahead, holding your hands on his.

    “I know you’re a big fan of Scavenger Hunts… But it wasn’t the only reason why I made this” He continued, a little bit more at ease as you smiled at him encouragingly “First, in this entire world… Meeting you was the best thing that could ever happen to me. Finding you? It was the right place and right time… And you’re the right person for me… On this scavenger hunt of life, you’re the only one I’d ever want” He pursed his lips.

    What did you do to deserve him?

    “I-I’m giving this flower to you…” He gulped down, eyes wavering as he tried to focus on yours “Because it means true love…” You cooed at him, expression softening as you felt your heart swelling “It’s to remember all those memories we shared… And how we’re here now, how our love grew with time… It’s to say that this isn’t a spark” He squeezed your hands, eyes finally fixing on yours.

    “Seungmin… This is beautif—“ You teared up, but he didn’t let you finish.

    “We had many first times together… And I treasure and remember every single one of them… They’re memories that I never want to let go” He continued, and you could feel his hands shaking “But more important than having first times… I want you to be all of my firsts and last times for everything… I want to have two, three, four… A hundred of experiences with you”

    He let go of your hand, wiping his hands on his pants.

    “I truly love you, Y/N” He choked, getting on one knee. You widened your eyes, startled by the slow yet too sudden motion, the tears immediately making their way to your eyes “There is no one else I want to share my life with… This was the place where I first asked you to be mine… And this is the place where I want to ask you to be mine till the end”

    You tried to wipe your tears away, face twisting in a crying frown that would look awful on the photos people were taking of you. It didn’t matter though. Nothing else mattered because Seungmin was on his knee, showing you a small box that contained the symbol of all your love and connection.

    “Y/N… Will you marry me?” He asked, tears rolling down his face.

     You would never even dare to say no.

Alright, chapter 8! And man is there a lot to talk about here. I don’t really have any pre-content things to say, so we’ll just hop right into it today!

[No. 8 - Rage, You Damned Nerd]

I swear, this first page has a LOT to talk about on it, so I’ll go from panel to panel and do some rambling thoughts on each segment. 

First off, UA doesn’t actually handle the costumes the kids get! It’s support companies affiliated with the school that does - which makes sense, since the school has to focus on teaching their support students before letting them get their hands on actual costumes that these kids might be fighting in.

I mean, they seem to be allowed to practice on like, minor support stuff (read: Mei making Izuku his new gloves post-Nighteye or somewhere around there) but not full costuming, which is… actually a bit reassuring? But also explains some of the lag time in getting costume repairs / upgrades since they’re probably busy companies. It also explains why there probably aren’t major alterations to any costumes besides between the summer and winter variants, since it would be time-consuming to remake these costumes so regularly.

(It still doesn’t excuse some of the costumes the kids got, but that’s more on the whole ‘eye candy’ thing for readers than actual practicality, so whatever.)

(Also, I can’t get over the fact that Snipe has a support company. Fucking Snipe. Guess we know another canon or likely-canon Support teacher.)

Next we get a preview of what the kids sent in for specifications for their costumes:

We get a bit of insight into a few of the characters - as background stuff, we get Shouji, Mineta, Aoyama, and Sato. Mineta got pretty dunked on for char design and costuming, and Aoyama’s costume almost looks like a magical girl outfit like this, which honest to god would have been fantastic to see him in. More interesting (at least to me) are the other three: Ochako, Tenya, and Katsuki.

Ochako first, because that pressure point thing is interesting, and I dunno how often those actually come up in fics besides a passing mention, like. What if her support bracelets / neck piece broke during training / a mission / whatever? Would she suddenly have to fight through the nausea? By the point of current canon (War Arc) she’s probably trained enough that she doesn’t need them as much, but man, it could be an interesting little thing to explore, like, post-Kamino.

Tenya is a bit surprising, since we know he comes from a well-off hero family. Logically, this was before the whole Hosu / Ingenium plotline was really developed, so Tenya didn’t have that to fall back on, or it could be argued that the support company that Ingenium is associated with also works with UA. Alternatively, it could be that either Tenya didn’t want to rely on his family (which seems silly when they’d know how to work with his quirk best) or UA is very firm on ALL costume stuff going through them…

But then again, Katsuki. Oh god, Katsuki. What fucking support company looked at this kid and went ‘yeah we should give him a way to store more explosives AND give him bombs’ and just. Did so. Why did UA not vet that. Maybe the support company didn’t realize how strong his explosions were without the gear, but UA, man, I just. I suppose they had no way of knowing how reckless he’d be with them, but honestly, after the battle trials, they should have been fucking yoinked from him so damned fast. 

Anyways, onto other parts of Katsuki’s costume, we see he’s a fucking dork. Possibly what lowered their guard. ‘Something scary’ and ‘Dynamighte all over’. What the hell, kid. At least your designer stuck close to your design… including the huge-ass clunky gauntlets. Man, the Musketeer Trio movie poster ones are so much better looking and so, so streamlined. Works of art, they are.

Moving on, we get a bit of a flashback to ~three weeks ago, which by the calendar would be around March 20th? So a few weeks after the Entrance Exam. And Izuku is only NOW getting around to updating the quirk registry? Izuku baby seriously, how the FUCK did none of the UA staff notice the ‘quirkless’ on your application form at any point before this?

But yeah, he’s worried about his registry, so he calls Toshinori, who explains the update process. It gives the example of someone who might alter their stuff with updated information, with one or two allowed - though major ones aren’t accepted. Toshinori then says it’ll probably be okay since he started with nothing, then tries to correct himself to ‘definitely’, only to get cut off because Izuku accidentally hangs up in a panic when Inko calls out that she’s home. Haha poor Toshinori, and poor Izuku, the two anxious dumbasses. 

Anyways, moving on from that is Inko showing off the jumpsuit she made, with Izuku surprised. She admits it’s not the coolest, but she based it off of the design in his notebook (the one we saw back in chapter 1). She tells him she regrets giving up on him back then, and how he never quit regardless of her faith. She apologizes and says from there on she’ll be cheering him on with all she’s got. 

Izuku’s narration notes that it’s a symbol of his mom’s love, and that he couldn’t wear anything else, even if it’s not ‘efficient’ or ‘cutting edge’. (Or even at all decent looking.) And it’s also hinted through the present thoughts on it that it’s meant to be an homage to All Might (the smile and the hair pieces) which is just such a dorky thing.

We get to the wide-spread of hero costumes, which- wait a second.

That’s Momo’s initial hero costume design???? Why did Hori not stay with that??? It’s a LOT better than the stuff we’ve seen her in later! Like, sure, it’d still be improved with the main opening being her stomach and not her chest, but this still looks like actual human clothing and not a sexy Halloween costume variant of her hero uniform. Fucking hell, now I’m even more mad.

Tsuyu’s costume meets the approval of the discord server as basically ‘no changes needed’ asides from maybe the goggles being a bit bulky.

Tenya’s costume, I’m sorry, I know it’s an homage to your brother / family, but were the additional pipes really needed? Also, the helmet isn’t a bad idea since he goes fast, and bugs in the mouth/teeth have to suck, but it just looks so damned Gundam-y I can’t help but laugh a little.

Shouto… nah, too easy a target.

Aoyama is Aoyama. I’m actually a bit disappointed now that it’s not a magical girl costume, but alas, I suppose even Hori couldn’t be that brave.

Kaminari… I forgot he had that headset thingy. 

Don’t really have much else to say about anyone else, so let’s move on.

Izuku bugs out a bit about Ochako’s costume/appearance, while she compliments his more practical looks and laments not being specific, saying it’s a bit too puffy and curvy for her. Which means it’s more the accessories which seem to be her issue with it over the main costume itself? Huh.

Anyways, after All Might confirms they’re all there, he notices Izuku’s headpieces, which are a match to his costume, and has to turn to muffle a laugh for how obvious a reference it is. Tenya steps up, asking whether they’ll be doing cityscape maneuvers again since it’s the same field used in the entrance exam. Izuku thinks to himself how cool Tenya’s costume is, while All Might explains that they’re moving onto step two - indoor anti-personnel battle training!

He explains what while villain battles are most commonly seen outdoors, statistically the worst crimes and villains are more likely to be found indoors. Confinement, house arrest, black market deals… the clever villains luck indoors to avoid heroes. Which is why the class will be split into teams of two and pit against each other, heroes versus villains style!

Ah, Tsuyu. Calling him right the heck out, as expected. All Might then notes that in this scenario, the fight won’t be against disposable robots. 

This entire page is just fucking hilarious. The class and all their questions while All Might is shaking with nerves. The fucking cheat sheet he uses to try to get back on track. Him being questioned on the lot drawing, and shaking while Izuku accidentally ends up covering for him. I just. All Might was not prepared for this mess and it shows. He was doing so much better when it was the one on one stuff with Izuku.

But yeah, Izuku notes the scenario is like from a western comic plot, and he’s also the one who ‘realizes’ the lots are like when heroes from different agencies have to team up for emergencies without prior warning. 

Lots are drawn, and we have our teams:

Izuku’s so stressed out because he still can’t really talk to her, while she’s excited to be teamed up and calls it ‘fate’ that it happened. All Might draws the first two teams to participate, and… team Izuku and Ochako (as the heroes) versus team Katsuki and Tenya (as the villains). Both Izuku and Katsuki are alert from this development…

Which makes this a good point to cut off, since it’s halfway through and we got a lot of information to chew on already. Second part should be out this weekend (hopefully). 

Mesmerized

Pairing: Jasmine x Reader

Request: “could you do a jasmine cephas-jones fic where the reader is in the ensemble (and completely oblivious) and jcj ends up finding herself captivating by the reader and flirts with her and ends up asking her after the cast plays truth or dare? and maybe some of the cast teasing her please?”- @criminallyhamilton

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I was currently sitting in my dressing room with Oak. He had been my best friend since way before Hamilton. We both auditioned at the same time and we both made it. He obviously got the dual roles of Mulligan and Madison, while I was in the ensemble.

After I got the part, my family was constantly bugging me and asking if I was disappointed about not getting a main role. In truth, I was disappointed at first, but this whole cast was such a family that now after a year of doing the show, we all felt equal regardless of our role.

I had my legs in Oak's lap and we were just simply talking. Then there was a knock at the door. “It’s open” I called out. Then Jasmine, Pippa, and Daveed walked in. “What are you guys doing? The whole cast wants to play a game?” Daveed said, glaring at us. “What? No one told us. I swear, if you guys are trying to play spin the bottle again, I’ll leave now” I said, laughing.

“I’d play spin the bottle with Y/N” Jasmine said, smirking. “Haha love you too Jas” I joked. Jasmine and I always had a banter-filled relationship.

The nature of our relationship has always been a bit unsatisfying for me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Jasmine and she was one of my best friends. But, I had had a crush on her since rehearsals and I wished we could be something more.

“Alright we’re coming, we'll meet you guys there” Oak said. The others left and Oak gave me a look. “So how’s the you and Jas thing going?” He asked me, smirking. “What do you mean?” I asked, having no idea what he was hinting at.

“Come on Y/N, she's clearly flirting with you. And I know you like her, so ask her out or something” He said. “You’re kidding, right? There is no way that Jasmine likes me. We both just joke around with each other, we’re just friends” I said, trying to convince him.

This wasn’t the first time someone had teased me about my relationship with Jasmine. Nobody understood that we both liked to joke around, nothing more.

We both stood up and went out to the stage where everyone was sitting in a circle of chairs. We grabbed the last two empty seats.

“Oooo they finally arrive. Were you two busy backstage?” Lin teased me and Oak. We both rolled our eyes at him. “Oh we all know, if Y/N were to date someone, it would be Jasmine” Daveed said. “You got that right, Y/N’s mine” Jasmine said, smiling at me. I laughed and played along with the joke.

“Alright let truth or dare commence” Leslie said. “I want to go first, Daveed truth or dare?” Lin volunteered. “Dare” he answered without a question. “Let a person of your choosing, give you a new hairstyle” Lin told him.

“Alright, I pick Y/N. She’s the least likely to do me dirty” he said laughing as he walked over to me. He sat on the floor in front of me and I put my legs on both sides of his body. “You pick somebody else while I do this” I told him as I ran my hands through his hair. I wasn’t going to do anything crazy, just a simple french braid. I had been begging Daveed since the day we met to let me braid his hair. Up til now, he has always said no.

“Alright Jasmine truth or dare?” Daveed asked. “Well, I like my hair so I’ll go with truth” she replied. “If you had to switch clothes with anyone in the group, who would you pick?” Daveed asked her. “Ummm” she said, looking around at everyone’s outfits. “Probably Y/N” she answered.

I felt my cheeks heat up, but I tried to dismiss it and focus on Daveed’s hair. Then the whole group started chanting “Do it! Do it! Do it!”. “Y/N, you wanna switch clothes?” She asked me. “I’m down, and Daveed’s hair is done...now” I said as I pulled my hands away.

Daveed stood up to go back to seat and Lin started whistling at him. “I do admit, I look fantastic” Daveed said. “You haven’t even seen it Diggs” Oak said.

“Alright, you two need to switch clothes” Lin said. Both me and Jasmine stood up and went back to our dressing rooms. I could hear the group begin to chitchat while they waited for us.

“We went shopping together before, I think we’re the same size” I said, trying to fill the awkward silence. “Yes, we are. You have a good memory. If I’m honest, I figured we would start dating before you started wearing my clothes” Jasmine said, while smirking.

“I’m sure the rest of the cast would have a field day if we started dating” I said, not even batting an eye at what she said.

We both quickly changed and it wasn’t as bad as I would expect. Jasmine had given me her sundress, her boots, and her jean jacket. I had given her my black jeans, my tank top, and my converse.

“I feel like I got lucky here, you’re clothes are cuter than mine” she said as she looked at both our outfits. “Yeah right, your fashion sense is amazing” I complimented her. “I believe this is mine too” she said taking my hat off my head and putting it on.

Just then, staring at her in my outfit, I wanted nothing more than to be able to call her mine. It hurt everyday knowing I could never have her because she’d never like me back.

“Let’s go show them the new us” I said as we walked back out onto the stage.

The whole cast applauded as we sat down. “I think it’s Jasmine’s turn to pick” Renée said. “Y/N, truth or dare?” Jasmine asked me. “I’ll go with dare” I said, feeling adventurous.

“Sing Burn like it’s a soulful R&B song” Jasmine said. “Alright I can do that” I said standing up and figuring out how I was going to do this.

Jasmine’s POV

Y/N started to sing and it sounds cliche, but she sounded like an angel. Even though it was just a dare and it was kind of silly, her voice was still beautiful. I couldn’t even come up with words to explain how I felt.

I had liked Y/N forever and I constantly was trying to drop hints by flirting with her. She never seemed to get the clues though. From what I had heard, she just described us as having a banter filled relationship.

It did hurt knowing that she probably said that because she didn’t want to hurt my feelings because she probably didn’t have the same feelings.

Maybe it was her flawless vocals. Maybe it was seeing her wear my jacket. Maybe it was just the fact that she was the girl I had loved for a year, but sitting there watching her sing, I felt truly mesmerized.

Y/N’s POV

I finished what I hoped was a good attempt at the dare. I sat down and everyone started clapping and cheering. I made eye contact with Jasmine and she cheered for me. I wish I could of just ran across the room and kissed her and told her how I feel.

But I didn’t, I stayed stuck in my seat and made a joke to the group about expecting a Grammy for that performance.

I made up some dumb dare for Oak next and the game continued for quite a while.

I went back to my dressing room with Oak to get all my stuff before I left. “Can you do me a favor?” Oak asked me as I grabbed my purse and phone.

“Yeah of course, what’s up?” I asked him. “Tell Jas how you feel, it hurts watching you keep it all bottled up. You’re my best friend and I love you and I just want to see you be happy” he told me. “What if she rejects me? What do I do then?” I asked him, hurt in my voice.

He pulled me into a hug and said “You will move on and Jasmine and you will still be friends. But I doubt you’ll have to worry about that, because she clearly likes you. Just tell her”. He left my dressing room and I thought a lot about what he said.

I decided now was as good a time as ever. I walked up to Jasmine’s dressing room. She opened the door and said “Oh good Y/N, I’ve been meaning to talk to you”. I walked into her dressing room and we both sat on her couch.

“I need to talk to you too, but you can go first” I told her. “Y/N, I have something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest. I was never sure how to tell you this, but I can’t wait any longer having you not know. I like you. I like you a lot. I’ve tried dropping hints, but they never seemed to work” she said and I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Wait Jas, are you serious?” I asked her. “Of course I am, why do you think I’ve been flirting with you all this time?” She asked me. “I just thought you liked to joke around and it was a friend thing. I guess I was a little oblivious. But, I like you too and that’s what I was going to tell you” I confessed.

“Yes, you are incredibly and amazingly oblivious. How about we go out for dinner, if you’re up to it?” She asked me. “I would really like that” I said as I interlaced our fingers and kissed the back of her hand.

We walked out of her dressing room and ran into Lin and Renée. “They’re together” Lin screamed and Renée started jumping up and down.

Pippa happened to stick her head out of her dressing room next door and saw what was happening. She instantly saw our hands and ran over to give us both a hug.

“Took you guys long enough, you’ve been pining for each other since you met” Daveed said as he showed up. “Well I guess they all know now” I said turning to Jasmine and laughing.

We both started to leave and could hear them all chanting behind us “Y/N and Jasmine sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G”.

As soon as we walked out of the theatre, I realized something. “Oh no, Oak doesn’t know yet” I said out loud. “Give me your phone” she said and I handed it to her. She opened the camera and took a picture of us with her kissing my cheek.

“Send that to him” She said as she handed it back to me. I quickly texted it to him and then we walked to a diner around the corner. As we sat down, I heard my phone buzz and I saw Oak's response:

“Well look who finally got together. It only took you guys forever”

“I guess he’s right, it did take us a while, didn’t it?” Jasmine said as she held my hand from across the table.

Thoughts on Putting Others First: SvS Redux as they come to me

AN HOUR LONG?!?!?! Y E S THANK YOU

I am LOVING this opening art style. The way it shows all the things Thomas could say and shuts them each down, the silliness tying in perfectly to the video game setting, the way we could SO STRONGLY empathize with Thomas despite him not saying anything. Well done!

“Eff friends, Patton!” Patton and I made the exact same gasp and noise at the same time in reaction to that dsjfhljdhg

Lookit Thomas’ lil vest awww <3

ROMAN WITH THE PUNS I LOVE IT APPRECIATE HIM

rhymes

rhymes

they’re rhyming is this gonna be

A SONG!!!

(Logan off somewhere watching all of this: “You guys are doing a RAP? Without ME? .....Unacceptable”)

Seriously poor Logan being left out BOTH TIMES despite clearly having excellent points on the matter

But I’m loving this Patton/Roman dynamic being explored in this way. They have a lotta similarities but the differences are really standing OUT so far and I like it! Also it looks like Roman isn’t gonna just shut up and do whatever Patton says out of fear that he’s a bad person/bad for Thomas this time. I’m glad they’re both getting a chance to talk cause they aren’t exactly taken seriously a lot of the time.

RETURN OF THE BLINDFOLD METAPHOR followed by Roman saying “in Patton’s defense...” so they like, KNOW what Deceit meant about the blindfold? Were they playing dumb? Or do they just suddenly get it now that it’s coming from Thomas?

Ok this Feral Cat Story of Roman’s is too specific for me to dismiss and now I’m convinced either Remus brought a shitton of cats home one day and they just flooded their house/rooms, or Patton brought home a bunch of cats out of love and didn’t realize he couldn’t take care of em...either way that’s an adorable anecdote

The car jump line that Patton took literally is just making me miss Logan even more :(

I’m glad they’re giving context to the relationship between Thomas and Mary Lee & Lee! A lot of fander questions and opinions circled back to “well it depends how close they were” so it was smart of them to fill us in.

“those baby-makin’ catholics”

6:45 Patton has clearly thought through a lot of possible outcomes to talking to Lee and Mary Lee before going to the wedding... he never brought them up, even when Roman did and then Deceit did. But he’s bringing up points no one had addressed, and I think that’s a great way to put more intensity to Patton’s apology to Thomas for lying back in SvS pt 1. He hid a lot more than he let on. Man, how much guilt is this poor man feeling right now? :(

“Talking about it could have been harmful” I’m very intrigued by the parallels between Patton wanting to keep things from Thomas’ friends to protect their feelings in this episode and SvS, and Deceit disguised as Patton in CLBG trying to get Thomas to... keep things from his friend to protect their feelings...

WOAH “But was it worth it? I don’t--” “No.” Thomas cutting Roman off with that much certainty DAMN Thomas REGRETS going to the wedding HARD and also is agreeing with Roman finally??

Patton: “sometimes you can make all the good choices, and still not get the good ending.” Thomas: “I’m not even sure there was a good ending to get.” Roman: “Mmmm, I’m pretty sure there was.” There is so much to unpack here oh my gosh.

WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT??? DAMN THOMAS CAME FOR PATTON WHAT ON EARTH??? Patton: “I think we can all agree that you are a good fellow.” Thomas: Can we? ALL? Agree on that?” Patton: *sputtering noises*

Poor Patton... I mean they’re right but gosh I feel for him. He wants so badly for Thomas to be a good person and he realizes now how strict and unyielding he’s been, and wants to not do that but doesn’t know how to be more lenient without sacrificing integrity cause that’s his JOB and he doesn’t know how to do it better aaaa this is such a mood

MUSIC IS THERE ANOTHER SONG COMING?

Return of the bagel. Except this time it’s Roman guessing/wanting the bagel and Patton being like “what? no?”

ok not a song but video game style is back!!

“ugh you’re such a dad” I love it

Patton just made more puns and Roman omg “Like, you’re SUCH a dad that like it’s too much to handle sometimes”

I am loving this whole scene jdfhjadshg Patton ily and I relate

Thomas and Roman teaching Patton how to come up with imaginary scenarios skjfklsjdfh

Sondheim wrecking Leslie Odom Jr is such a hilarious visual

Ok all three of them are peak dumbass and I’m so here for it (like they’re smart and all but they’re peak dumbass)

Daaaamn Patton is letting out so much this episode. Like he’s been holding back but wowie. R: “Just like how you didn’t HAVE to give him a hotdog” P: *sucks air through his teeth* “I feel like you kinda do though?” YES PLEASE let’s discuss the concept of obligation in morality again!!! Where’s Logan when you need him? Or Deceit even? (I feel like D’s gonna show up later but I wanna hear Logan’s thoughts this time too)

Patton: You can disagree! But... it’d kinda be wrong?

LOGAN POPUP! Ok fine if he isn’t in the ep at least he pops up in a lil dialogue box on screen. Also he popped up to support Patton... neat!

“It’s just me, Logan. I’ve taken this form because I didn’t want to be too...invasive.” POOR LOGAN NO YOU’RE NOT INVADING ANYTHING YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE HERE! Also Roman getting scared by the popup while Patton just waves happily like he always does upon seeing Logan aww

Okay I am getting serious DOPAMINE from Logan talking. Like, he’s spittin’ FACTS. Something about the way he talks is so interesting and soothing and makes me so excited to LEARN. Roman mockingly mouthing ‘behoove’ had me snort though XD

LOGAN AND I WERE IN UNISON HELL YEAH! Patton was all like ooh you’re sharing your lil factoids! And Logan and I at the same time corrected, “Facts,” and proceeded to state the definition of factoids (we worded it differently but yeah as usual Logan is on my wavelength)

Logan’s sprite getting so disappointed at Thomas’ interruption joke jgdkjghks he looks so DONE

OML I LOVE LOGAN’S DIALOGUE BOX TALKING TOO FAST FOR THEM TO READ THIS IS SO ACCURATE

Oof Thomas finally feeling like he GETS it and Patton being like yeah but not if you’re doing it bc you want to feel  good tho... (also that’s the same argument Deceit made in SvS pt1??? I’m confused by Patton/Deceit’s functions lately and I’m very invested)

Oh ok Thomas just brought up that very point haha

“we all agreed the right thing to do was go to the wedding” um are u sure about that

“I was wrong” PATTON CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?? I know Logan has the reputation of not being able to admit when he’s wrong (which isn’t true -- he doesn’t like to but he has done so countless times...well not literally countless but you understand my meaning), but Patton rarely is in a situation where he has to, so this is jarring in a hopefully good way. Istg if this is Deceit disguised as Patton again I’ll be so disappointed... I feel like the writers wouldn’t do that though

Patton: says smth deceit said. Roman: and you...agree? Patton: Definitely! I mean uh maybe? (WHAT IS HAPPENING INSIDE PATTON’S HEAD RN SO MUCH TURMOIL)

Roman: “I’m not an expert in the... moral medium” Thomas:  “Go ahead Roman, we wanna hear what you have to say.”  Patton: *halfhearted gestures and noises for roman to go ahead* jashfjdh he’s trying so hard

AWWWW they’re validating Roman so much I love it

“whomstsoever” ok I take it back roman’s not valid

I adore Logan’s popup fun facts, and him giving definitions for Roman’s vocabulary reminds me how much the two of them love writing and poetry and language aaaa

Patton trying not to be harsh is somehow 10x harsher than he normally is

oh wow that got real.

I know I’ve said this but I love logan’s insertions... but I do wish he got to say them out loud like earlier :/ Pausing to read them is less fun than hearing him talk.

oh wow that got real part 2

I want. So badly. To jump into this video and debate Patton on the nature of morality and what “the right thing is.” Roman you’re not being dumb, you’re bringing up excellent points and you’re valid again.

Oh no Patton... empathy is not morality... please please address that there are people who can’t experience empathy and choose to be moral and good

THE  TROLLEY PROBLEM HERE! WE! GO!

Logan’s popups bc he doesn’t want to “be too invasive” and making them optional to read hurts my heart :( He knows Patton, Roman, and Thomas aren’t reading any of it but he doesn’t want to be too much so he stays silent. Why?? Logan it’s okay! Why is this a thing now but not in the last 2 episodes? What happened to Logan :(

OOOOOOH Patton didn’t flip the switch :o Interesting! Daaaamn he’s arguing to let 5 people die rather than flip the switch so only one dies

LOGAN’S TEXTBOX WAS SO BIG AND FAST IT KNOCKED PATTON OVER I CANNOT BREATHE hang on I gotta read it

HE’S TALKING ABOUT DEONTOLOGY YES LOGAN THANK YOU FOR TELLING PATTON WHAT I PHYSICALLY CANNOT please tell me you’ll talk about utilitarianism and moral particularism next

Okay he used consequentialism but it’s close enough to utilitarianism that the outcome is the same. (Do you get it? Do you like my joke about how the outcome is most important? When we’re talking about-- oh you got it already? Good, moving on.)

DID ROMAN JUST FJCKING KILL LOGAN

“I’m okay, figment of your imagination, so.” Okay so CAN the Sides get hurt or can’t they?? Cause Patton clearly got bonked, roman got hit in the eye with paper and said ow, but logan got hit in the head with a throwing star and had his teeth ripped out and he was totally fine?

 Thomas is being so HONEST with himself so early in the episode, wow this is refreshing and I’m hype

AW YAY Patton called textbox Logan in to help with philosophy yay :’)

Logan: “Pity seems to be at the center of your idea of ‘putting good into the world’” first, Logan doing a voice impression of Nietzsche is GOLD, and second.... I wish they’d let him finish cause I was waiting for a “but” cause Logan siding with Nietzsche on this one feels... wrong? Like I could see Dee bringing it up or Logan using it in an argument only to continue with a contradicting philosophy but Logan equating empathy to pity... idk I thought he’d grown more than to think that :/ Actually I don’t think he ever saw it that way. It feels out of character but I’m guessing he had more to say to debunk that.

HOLY SHIT PATTON SKIPPED ALL THE REST OF LOGAN’S DIALOGUE AND YEETED HIM OFF THE SCREEN bruh he may have been right and he should’ve gotten to say it >:(

ROMAN ISTG DO NOT TRY AND MAKE THIS YOUR FAULT

I SAID DON’T

GODDAMMIT

sjfkdjgjsh okay aww Thomas good job, Patton too. Thank god they’re being nice to him

Patton is having a breakdown holy heckity about time

damn Patton is freaking HARSH

“I have a difference in opinion on this one, Patton” Thomas: *relieved sigh whisper* “ohhh thank you, Logan” YES APPRECIATE THE BOY YES YES I LOVE HIM why are they looking around like he isn’t making sense?

LOGAN YES! CALL HIM OUT! LET THOMAS VALUE HIMSELF AND PUT HIMSELF FIRST SOMETIMES! “Every point you’ve made in today’s discussion has contradicted that sentiment.” I love you but also you sound a lil like deceit... very lawyer-y and feels calculated like he’s been keeping notes for this purpose... I want deceit and logan to debate already damn it. Maybe it’s just that Logan’s inflections feel reminiscent of Deceit to show...something?

Ok can I just say that Logan gets so much rep for his strictness or high standards but he’s been SO GOOD about that lately and him teaching about the importance of leisure and self-care and freedom in your life and self-esteem and valuing yourself like you do with others... not even just this  video -- he’s been like this in the last few as well and these recent episodes remind me of early Logan (esp My Negative Emotions)  and that makes my heart so so happy.

Continuation of the above, compare this to how Logan acted in Why Bed? with regards to Roman. Roman advocated for leisure time and following dreams, while Logan had a schedule that optimized productivity and health. Now he’s taking a similar stance to Roman and asserting the importance of these things... WHY is so much of Logan’s character development OFFSCREEN?? I wanna know what made him switch on this! Maybe just cause he’s listening to roman from why bed?

Why is Logan being so abrasive? He sounds like his intent is more to disprove Patton rather than state what he actually thinks... not a fan of that but he’s not wrong

WOAH WOAH TOTAL PATTON BREAKDOWN WHAT HAPPENED WHAT THE FCK HE’S A LITERAL MONSTER IN THIS VIDEO GAME?

OH, MY GOD. If Logan didn’t step in and save them here this would have been catastrophic. I can feel my relief. I mean, he screamed, but it was a relief. WAIT IT WAS DECEIT THE WHOLE TIME??? Daaaamn good job on this one Deceit and I definitely like him more now but also WHERE IS LOGAN. Was it the whole time? That makes sense in hindsight and makes me feel better about some things he’s brought up but I feel like it really was Logan at the start, it wasn’t until he started calling out patton that his voice and inflection and stuff changed

Patton trying to attack Deceit   and hitting Thomas instead was  an EXCELLENT way to  showcase the effect SvS 1 and 2 are having

Deceit’s lil “A DUH DUH DUH DOY” looked and sounded just like Logan’s lmao don’t tell me it’s another switcheroo (I doubt it greatly lol)

REAL LOGAN REAL LOGAN REAL LOGAN

So wait what was the point that Deceit switched with Logan? Cause Logan’s saying “one more fact” so he was himself earlier right?

“Not that any of you care, but  I am unharmed.” Nooooo they care </3 “I will do you all a favor and spare you my company” okay OUCH

EFFECTIVE ALTRUISM YES aw he’s talking about him and patton working together yes thank you

Damn, Deceit is LOVING everything Logan says haha same

Logan and Deceit teaming up to teach Patton that it’s okay to care about yourself

DECEIT WHAT he’s being so supportive of Roman holy heck this is so genuine OH Roman’s arguing with it  this is a lot of stuff I didn’t expect roman to say out loud wow

THOMAS JUST SAID DECEIT THE CHARACTER ISN’T INHERENTLY UNETHICAL WOW this episode really said let’s make Deceit--

WAIT WOAH SORRY HIS NAME REVEAL!!! He’s Janice?? Is that true?

WAIT WOAH PART 2 BUT DECEIT JUST SAID IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE MUSTACHE HE WOULDN’T KNOW WHO THE EVIL TWIN IS BETWEEN ROMAN AND REMUS HOLY SHIT HE ACTUALLY LOOKED VULNERABLE AND THEN HURT AND THEN RIGHT BACK TO SNAKE

ROMAN’S GONE

fuck.... patton...roman....deceit....thomas....logan....I’m gonna go cry about all of them now

LESLIE ODOM JR IS HERE??????? oh there he goes

patton oh my god I love you  this ANGST are you trying to kill me?

Patton telling thomas he’s worthy of love I actually teared up

dfjdakjhfa deceit don’t push it

Wowie that was an EPISODE

Ben's uncle (i.e. another dream about a hot demon)

(Hi. If it’s your first time here, you can go HAHA. I’m not sure when I can focus back on my personal musings on here, but generally if you’re staying behind, I hope it’s for the memes. This is just a dream journal entry -- something I’d like to look back and laugh at in the future or, say, show to a therapist when I’ll need one lmao. Happy New Year!)

Like the actor who plays the old version of the lead guy in huling el bimbo; if not taller and darker but still theatre actor, basta real and dark like daveed but pinoy and no facial hair lmao

Ben's uncle drives me to school. Real school. With little Ben. Ben's uncle is wearing a black collared shirt with green double stripes.

I forget to bring socks and topple off the car with just slippers on and shoes in hand. He thinks I'm silly. I think he's hot. I tell myself I'll ask him out soon. I'm in high school.

I'm strangely waiting outside the lobby for class. It's afternoon. I go with Che to the gate bc I'm bored waiting. I trip over a few Christmas balls. When I get up, she's on the other side of the gate on some sort of fine ticking stuff off. I tell myself i can do that and reach for the pen. Ms. Joji is beside che with 2 familiar janitors from sisc. She politely chuckles to herself. I ask her why, and she tells me I'm kind but why care about this now. She touches my hand and carries on. I'm a bit disappointed.

It's nearly evening and i see ben's uncle's car roll around nearby but dismiss it. Bea v has a twin and draws in a small crowd of people as she loudly rants about her time at school, some story about being teased and embarrassed as she was called Bea Duh and V____. It seemed more like a pun that made sense in my dream. They were annoying but i had nothing against then so i just stayed behind the crowd and listened. They seemed like they just wanted people to listen and sympathize but it felt like a clout thing. The people seemed like they didn't like listening either but they were bored and liked being in the crowd. I giggled to myself while she was talking about something i wasn't listening to. All eyes turned to me. She asked if i had something to say. I saw ben's uncle's back from afar as he was rummaging through the back seat. I didn't think he saw me. I mindlessly started with my story about forgetting my shoes that morning and it was embarrassing. But i slipped with the fact that i wanted to ask ben's uncle out. I looked back at the crowd and saw their eyes light up. Someone asked me why. I said because he was hot. They ask laughed. I just said yeah he's hot! The crowd ate it up as i was pretending to be all the rage, making my story funnier and being more loose and confident with the way i moved. I didn't say it out loud, but thoughts of ben's uncle being attractive bc he was thoughtful, funny, kind and attentive were flooding my head. I look back at him and see he's staring right back at me with kind eyes and a wondering smile on his face. I laugh bc I'm having a good time with the crowd and i unknowingly proved a point to bea that you can turn embarrassing stories into good and still be in good company. Ben's uncle is by the gate. His elbow brushes past mine and we lock eyes. I asked if he heard all that. He asks what time my classes started and i realize oh yeah I've been waiting out here a bit alone for a class I'm not sure I'm having. We chuckle at the realization. He is admitted through sisc's electronic gate.

Search for the demon in a village that looks like manuela but with wider roads. Felt like the village in wallace and gromit. Forgot most of this part but it was heart racing and fun; i hate when i forget the adventure parts Couldn't capture the demon but found a book with some inscriptions. Had to go somewhere to find people who could help us. We were to go to a shack that same night.

I arrive with my friend to the shack. We find two guys in a room that looked a lot like lolas room now that i think about it. Guys are sleeping soundly in a bed. He tells me to take a nap first so i take a nap on a space on the right side of the bed, which was disappointing bc i wanted to help look for the demon. I am mostly asleep, but he didn't know i was still partly awake and listening and watching him decipher the book he just found. Guy in the middle wakes up and says demon is in the house, they just haven't found him yet. Informs they need to do a ritual to drive him out. They don't know how the ritual will go. They leave the room already chanting something foreign that doesn't seem to be working. I hear them enter the room beside this. September starts playing. They are chanting i think.

When the verse comes up, i hear one of them say it's not working. It was then when the legs of the guy on the left side of the bed started rising even though he was still asleep. He is wearing a grey tshirt. Hmm lol probs not important. The chorus comes and i hear the guys in the other room say that hey this isn't so bad; it's not working but they're not getting hurt from all the heavy chanting. Left side of the bed guy's arms were now rising too. "I'm not in my body" i hear the being on what looked like lolas computer chair in the shadows say. I understand he was driven out. That guy was ben's uncle. He tells me to go back to sleep. I smile and say no. So it's you, i think. He didn't have to answer. There was a bit of silence as September continued playing and the guys in the other room just sounded like they were dancing at this point.

I ask if he knew I wanted to ask him out when he passed me as he went to pick ben up from inside the school. He said yeah and smiled. I felt no shame. We both laughed. I was getting sleepier. I asked if he was the bad guy. He said yes even though I was hoping more that he'd say no. The info automatically popped in my head: he was called the necromancer. He asked why i asked, and i answered it was because nothing changed and i still wanted to go out with him. He considered it, i can feel it. He asked why, implying why i would want that knowing he's the demon, and i said bc he's hot. We both chuckled. He smiled again. Go to sleep he said, but i wouldn't budge. His human's legs and arms are still up. He won't keep his eyes off me. It seems more sincere. I'm not scared at all. Fuck, he's cute. He realizes he can't convince me. He walked over to my end of the bed and sat by my waist. We stare at each other for a bit and it feels like we've been talking for hours. I ask will you hold my hand and he takes it. His hand feels human. It even feels as nervous as one. I tell him everyone's capable of change. He looks at me with love in his eyes. The sound of September is drowned out by the feeling of time to rest your weary head clouding my senses. I don't want to wake up yet; i want to save him.

I wake up. I think there's been an earthquake.

I bite my lip.

Alright! So this was supposed to be a mind farts thing, which is why some sentences are less...sentence-like than others. Typed this out when I woke up at 5:48am. I was sad that I couldn’t get back to sleep bc I wanted to see Ben’s uncle again HAHAHAHA THE THIRST IS REAL and it’s so weird how I always just referred to him as Ben’s uncle and not??? a name?????

Okay, here are my notes possible factors:

• Gian Magdangal, but here in his role in AHEB and not anywhere else lol

I didn’t even feel the least attracted to him here; I’m not sure why Ben’s uncle took his form and why I was so eager to get in cahoots with him HAHAHAHA SORRY GIAN

• By “real school,” I mean my actual high school -- that part of the entrance was perfect in my head to the last detail. Little Ben, whoever the heck he is, was also wearing the grade school uniform. 

• The last I’ve heard from Che was from an instagram post for the holidays. I’m not sure why she got in here. 

• For the life of me, I don’t know what Ms. Joji and my school janitors represented. Maybe it’s my late feeling of detachment from being coined as a nice person. I can’t promise I’ll write about that here. 

• I don’t know why Bea V is here either huhu. Despite what it seems like, I hold no grudges (or any real personal connection) to her, at least to my knowledge

• The action sequence in Manuela probably comes from how I’ve been going there often for the holidays and truly wanted to stay longer that I did. 

• September??? My dad’s been playing songs of that era when his friends came around and when he’d have the hand at the Manuela get-togethers.

• The thirst? Yeah it comes with all the dreams now, it seems. Haha. Remember Suit Guy from the other dream? I’m convinced they’re the same character. After my closure with a real boy last month, I reverted back to talking to Angel. I don’t expect you to know who he is as I’ve never mentioned him officially in writing. It’s not like anyone’s going to read this anyway until I’m dead, but Angel’s been my imaginary friend for years. I’m not sure for how long, but perhaps it was since fallen angel tropes took over YA fiction (say, my 5th grade years?) or since I got into Supernatural. It comforts me to have a hot imaginary friend I can banter and actually fight with to talk to. I guess my fixation on tall mysterious guys (and after watching Daddy Long Legs din pala last night) just played into my metaphorical love for Angel.

Supernatural: The Trap (15x09)

Whaaaat did I just watch though? That made me... so happy? In the sad way? You know. You get it.

Cons:

I understand that the actress playing Eileen can't be in all the rest of the episodes, but I'm still sad to see her leave. It reminds me of Mary leaving, after her resurrection - just a plotty excuse to get a certain actor out of the show for a while. I wish it wasn't necessary. Eileen had better be in several more episodes, and she had better f**king live. That's all I'm sayin'.

Jared and Jensen were clearly having fun playing vampires, which is good for them, but it was a little too cheesy for my taste. Especially when Vamp!Sam got shot and Vamp!Dean attacked Jody. That should have been actually moving - this idea that even as a monster, Dean would go berserk watching Sam die. But instead I was too distracted by Dean's silly monster attack face. It's a small thing, but still.

Pros:

So let's start with the Purgatory stuff. This whole subplot was really just an excuse for Dean to emotionally apologize to Cas, and you know what? I am not mad about it. Really, it's a simple quest - get in, find magic flower, get out, create weapon to trap Chuck. So instead of watching two people hunt monsters, grab a flower, and get the hell out of dodge, we focus on the emotional aspect of this relationship.

First off, I love that Dean and Cas have to go into Purgatory knowing that Chuck has Eileen and Sam. You can see how torn Dean is, how every instinct is telling him to run to his brother immediately. But Cas is done caving to whatever Dean wants. He's scared for Sam too, but he knows that the only way to defeat Chuck is to follow through on Michael's plan. Once they're there, Dean is continually pissy, and Cas just doesn't have time for it. He scoffs at Dean's suggestion that they split up, and then later, as they are following their captive Leviathan to the flower they need, we get the exchange that everyone is already talking about: "You left." "I left, but you didn't stop me." Like... excuse me? That's the most... that's just... how is that not two exes being angry and bitter and heartbroken with each other? It was so much!

And then they get separated, and Dean searches for him. When there's only thirty minutes left until the rift closes, he realizes that he might have to leave Cas behind in Purgatory. For the second time. I love everything that goes unspoken here, because I truly believe that Dean would stay in Purgatory, and miss his chance to go home, to keep looking for Cas. But he can't do that, because Chuck has Sam. The prayer was... it was a lot. I know some people were disappointed and wanted some big declaration of love, but my expectations have always been pretty low when it comes to Destiel content.

So... to see Dean pray to Cas, literally fall to his knees part way through that prayer, to see him apologize, to see him say "of course I forgive you" and "you're my best friend," to see him acknowledging his own anger and how he takes it out on Cas, and how that isn't fair... I was overwhelmed. And Jensen really didn't pull any punches with the emotional nature of his reaction. We've seen a lot of dramatic angst speeches from Dean over the years - it's one of the show's trademarks. This isn't even the first time we've seen one of these speeches that's mostly about Cas. But this one isn't the typical "single man tear" type. Dean is openly weeping, his voice cracking as he repeats "I hope you can hear me." He thinks he might be saying goodbye to Cas forever, and it's so fucking powerful.

And that hug! Cas waiting by the rift for the last possible second, Dean planning to do the same, and then - they're reunited, and Cas got what they came for in the first place! I loved the hug, I loved Cas telling Dean: "I heard your prayer." It's just so - intimate. Dean praying to Cas is intimate, and it always has been, and it kind of drives me bonkers that it even exists.

Benny being dead was an interesting choice... they got the actor to come back for at least one scene, so it's odd not to see him here. That said, I appreciated that the writers didn't forget about him. Of course Dean would ask. And we also see Cas offering his sympathies, which leads in to their snippy exchange.

Let's go ahead and turn to the main plot of the night... Chuck systematically breaking Sammy's heart and fortitude. I am eMOTIONAL right now. I love that Chuck uses Eileen to cut Sam, that is just so dark and twisted and awful, and I felt so bad for both of them. But this isn't enough to break Sam Winchester, of course.

So Chuck tries a different tack, showing Sam what will happen if Dean and Cas swoop in and save the day, and defeat Chuck. The grim reality of the future is this: without God in place to keep balance, the monsters will start to take over the world, and Sam and Dean will not be able to stem the tide. That's the big picture, and it's what Chuck eventually explains to Sam... but in the immediate reality of it, Sam can only focus on the fact that their allies will slowly die around them - Donna and the girls, leaving Jody bereft, Eileen, leaving Sam bereft... even Cas gets buried in the box because the Mark turned him dark-side. And that at the end of all of this, Sam wants to go out swinging, while Dean wants to give up. It ends with Sam and Dean becoming vampires, and Jody and Bobby coming along to take them out once and for all. That's the reality waiting at the end of the line, if Chuck is defeated.

I hate to talk more about Destiel (haha no I don't), but I just have to point out that Dean identifies the moment when he lost all hope as the moment when he had to bury Cas. That's true love, baby! And Sam's increasingly frantic energy was really tough to watch, especially when we know that in this imagined future, Sam and Eileen formed a real relationship, and then he lost her. We start off this whole future by seeing Sam, Eileen, Dean, and Cas all apparently living together in the bunker, researching for cases, having movie nights... and then Jody calls to tell them that Claire is dead, and that's what starts the nightmare spiral.

And it gets worse than that - if Chuck is defeated, this is the apparent outcome. If Chuck isn't defeated, we go back to the whole "Cain and Abel" thing, where Sam and Dean are destined to kill each other. Chuck informs Dean, after Dean and Cas show up to save the day, that these weren't Chuck's planned endings. They were other versions of Sam and Dean, other ways that their story ended over the many different versions of Earth that Chuck has created.

Well, that's grim. I really enjoyed tracking the idea of "hope" as it's presented in this episode. Sam refuses to let Chuck get to him for a really long time, but one of the reasons that he loses hope, ultimately, and doesn't trap Chuck, is because he sees this future where Dean loses hope. Where instead of going out like Butch and Sundance, you have Sam basically forcing Dean to continue hunting, by threatening to go into reckless fights by himself. Of course Dean would never let Sam do that, even though he's lost his heart for hunting because his husband is gone. But then in our current reality, we see that Sam has lost hope, but Dean has not. Even as Chuck says that the dark ending is inevitable, Dean says no. Not this Sam. Not this Dean.

It's so fascinating, because it was Dean earlier this season who said that he couldn't even tell what was real anymore, but now, with his relationship with Cas newly repaired, he seems to have hit his second wind. He'll hold the torch of optimism while Sam cannot.

Eileen and Sam finally kissed, and of course they had to make it bittersweet! She needs some time away, she can't stay when she's so uncertain about what's real anymore. Chuck has manipulated their relationship, bringing them back together in order to prove a point. And that sucks, and it feeds in to Sam and Dean's fears about their free will... but it doesn't mean that Eileen and Sam's feelings for each other aren't real. I have hopes that Eileen will grapple with that off screen, and come back to help kick some ass by the time the finale roles around. Also the kiss was really sweet and soft and I want Sam to be happy SO BAD.

One final note: Sam didn't crush the magic orb thingy that was supposed to trap Chuck, making Dean and Cas' harrowing trip to Purgatory pointless. I was worried that this would cause a rift between the brothers, but instead, when Sam says that he believes Chuck's vision of the future, and how bad things will get without him around, Dean just says: "that's good enough for me." I love the fact that they are on the same page, and that here going into the endgame, we can have a united front.

One final final note: It looks like Jack is making a return! Place your bets now - will Jack replace Chuck as God, restoring balance and allowing our heroes the chance to defeat our ultimate Big Bad? I gotta say, I don't hate that as an ending to the show!

9.5/10

I'm going to be honest and say that when I saw 'until the last star falls', I was so so excited to read it! Reading the tags made me grin even more because- REINCARNATION AU ITS MY FAVORITE OF ALL FAVORITE AND YOU'VE WRITTEN 44.4K WORDS OF IT KNSDFGHJ EVEN MORE SO WHEN I READ THE PROMPT LINE just--- Luna, this is one of the best christmas/new years' present I've gotten this year and I'm just??? Internally crying because it's so good??? Thank you so, so much for writing (1/?)

‘until the last star falls’ because I am just sitting here in awe and loving every word. Especially how you wrote the reader- It’s not an exaggeration to say that I love her as much as I love how you wrote the boys… how cheerful she was, determined, and the sacrifices she made in every decision she took, just, wow… it put the story on a whole other level. I’m actually pretty interested in how you decided which of our boys was the god of which facet- only if it’s okay of course! (2/?) 

This is also a bit random- but I love how the reader in utlsf is a warrior, and the contrast between her and her sister/Mina, and how you wrote the two being different but not putting down one over the other? Like yeah, her sister was amazing, but the reader is amazing in her own way too, and both people have their shortcomings. That the difference between Mina and the reader was their un/selfishness, it just really made me think one of my favorite lines about love? (3/?) 

That in love, both people (or in this case eight lol) have to take one step forward, together. If one person carries the other for too long, they might get eventually tired and it makes me think that like with Mina- she’s never shown to put much effort in her relationship with the boys except staying by their side and keeping on asking for their help? And it contrasts a lot with the reader who, while also staying by the boys’ side does her best to always help them and be there for them (4/?)

especially with the scene with Kai, when he pointed all that out- ahahaha, I don’t know, it sounds kind of silly to point that out, but, uh, yeah ^^;;; aLSO I MAY HAVE JUST REALIZED I MISNAMED MIRAN AS MINA (I blame the fact that I just woke up knsdfghj) I’M SORRY T^T aaaaaa 

oh oh oh okay but to wrap this long ask review (lol) I just wanted to point out some of my favorite things about this piece of art!!! For one, the callbacks from their time as gods in the modern au (ex: Jimin and protecting the reader), that the reader got to reconcile with her sister, her family loving her and acknowledging her sacrifices for them, KAI SWEET KAI BABY BOY, the way they’re all just in love with each other (I lost track of how many asks I’ve sent but I’m not done yet sorry ^^;;;)

in every way, the amount of fluff oh my god you n e v e r  e v e r disappoint!!! Especially the ending scene you seriously had me tearing up and just— knowing that my prompt gave you the inspiration to do this? This beautiful masterpiece that I love soso much for being just so amazing in so many ways, just, wow. My heart just feels so light and warm and just thank you so much for this. (I know this was a long review but I hope it doesn’t bother you!  ^^;;;) - Anon™

oml this was so freaking sweet I could not stop smiling!!! choosing the guys roles was a bit difficult (except joon cuz u know, he’s the leader, the God of the Underworld) but I didn’t dwell too much on it because I know the roles didn’t matter as much for the plot of the story.

and yesss, I also loved putting my y/n in another light because most of mine are soft and gentle and this time she’s outgoing and a warrior who can take care of herself. I worried a little making the contrast between her and her sister/miran because I worried that I was downgrading the soft characters, hence the reason I made the two a bit of selfish compared to y/n, to show the message in a way?? that no matter what kind of person you are, introverted or extroverted, the only thing that really matters is a sincere and kind heart.

I want a kai in my life oml, he really is the sweetest 🤧💗

thank you for writing so much, I really really genuinely appreciate this so much and thank you for writing these long asks! idk how to express my love haha but thank you! I love you! ❤️❤️

thank you for doing the maid ask!! if it's not too much trouble can you also do la squadra'' general reactions about having a maid (she can see stands but doesn't have her own) and risotto dealing with his feelings for her? the maid is clumsy and silly but she cares deeply about each member and tries to make sure they're happy and safe

 This got pretty long haha. But it was fun to write!

Risotto: He left his team to their own devices and didn’t intervene when they were deciding on hiring a maid. He didn’t expect it to last long, and they knew what they had to tell her if she were to work for them. When she started working there, they crossed paths a few times, she always greeted him with cheer and he responded with silence. It never deterred her from greeting him each time. The first time he spoke to her was when Formaggio was bombarding her with questions after questions about her romantic life. He’s a man who values privacy, even for normal citizens, so he stepped in and stopped him. He would notice the little things she would do around the base and greatly admire her attention to detail and thoughtfulness. There has been a higher success rate lately, and he wonders if it has to do with her as a boast of morale. He saw her more frequently when she knocked on his office door for the first time. “Signore Risotto, I made some coffee, would you like some?” He agreed and since then she would always bring him a cup. During these exchanges, they exchange only a few words or two. At some point, he finds it hard to drink another’s coffee as he grew to love the way she made his. The next time, he got to speak more than two words to her was when he heard Ghiaccio berating her in the kitchen. Risotto had not slept in three days and his head was throbbing, so Ghiaccio’s yelling was not helping his mood. He stepped out and ordered him to leave. He couldn’t leave the maid in such a state and lead her back to his office. (Damage control) This is the first time Risotto got to know her and realized why some of his team was slowly growing fond of her. He apologized on Ghiaccio’s behalf but she shook her head, saying Ghiaccio was right because she can be careless. Risotto listened to as she spoke softly about her clumsy performance and how she’s grateful they had given her a chance, the softness of her voice acting as a sleeping agent. She laughs quietly when she notices he had fallen asleep. 

Over time, Risotto spoke more to her, asking her how her day way when they cross paths, a huge change from before. He sometimes pulls himself away from work and sits in the living room to talk to her about how the team is frustrating him. One night, he dreams about her and making love to her. He wakes up in a cold sweat, upset by a very human desire he thought he suppressed long ago. When he gets lost in thought and lets his guard down, he thinks about holding her and how her lips would feel against his and wonders how his name would sound as he makes love to her. Ever thought only causes him to grow more and more angry at himself, and he ends up being cold to her. She deflates when Risotto orders her to leave him be, but she complies. Over time, she goes into his office and apologizes for being so clumsy and careless and nosy (thinking this is the reason Risotto is avoiding her). He can’t stand hearing her voice crack as she tries not to cry and stops her. “I can’t let you continue. I should be apologizing for my childishness. It’s just…I have grown fond of you, and I’m having difficulty understanding what I should do.” He had to put it all out there to clear things up. He watched, slightly amused, as she slowly began to process what he said and turn red. She couldn’t form a proper sentence. Risotto noticed her lips move and sound come out her lips but couldn’t hear what she was saying. “Speak up,” he instructed. “I’m fond of you too,” she said, quiet as a mouse. Risotto knew he had to work these feelings out and ignoring them has only made him grow restless. Knowing she shares similar feelings, he hopes they can talk and see if they could help each other out. 

When Risotto shows her his stand for the first time, she takes them into her palms and coos at them like they’re babies. “They’re so cute, Risotto~ Just like you~” He raises an eyebrow. “Cute?’ She nods confidently. “Super cute.” She brings them closer to her face and watches them reach out to her, and she’s sure she can hear them say her name. She starts to make kissing noises, and Risotto can’t help but chuckle at her behavior.

Prosciutto: At first, he was against the idea of hiring a maid and having some random person snooping around HQ. But Formaggio, Gelato, and Melone went ahead and hired one anyway. He was pretty annoyed by her clumsiness at first, ordering her to not touch anything fragile. He softened up when he saw her go through the efforts of sewing one of Pesci’s jumpsuits despite poking her hands several times. She does help relieve him of some chores around the house despite how clumsy she could be. He is worried she will be a bad influence on Pesci as she encourages his “mammone” behavior. Though, he hopes having a woman around will control his teammates and maybe encourage them to be a little more hygienic. She got to meet his stand and was more in awe than scared. She tried to poke its eye before Prosciutto stopped and scolded her.

Pesci: He enjoys talking to her because she always listens to him with a smile. She doesn’t judge or criticize his timid personality like the other. He sometimes confides in her about things, how he doesn’t feel manly enough. She cheers him on and tells him he’s plenty manly, just in his own way. When she discovers she could see stands, she asks Pesci to see his. He feels embarrassed because it’s not as cool as the others. But she’s still impressed. One time, she brought a toy fishing rod and said, “Pesci, look! I have a stand!” He was flattered and thought it was cute.

Formaggio: Fantasized that she would be wearing one of those frilly maids outfits and was disappointed when she showed up in what were basically scrubs. It wasn’t sexy at all. Nonetheless, he badgered her with questions about her relationship status, and she couldn’t help but laugh at how eager he looked when she said she’s single. Eventually, Risotto came out of his office, saw what was going on, placed his hand on Formaggio’s head, and used his strength to push Formaggio’s head down. “I’m sorry my friend has been bothering you. I’ll send him away so you can do your job.” Formaggio eases up and becomes pretty friendly with her. He complains about all the people who’ve rejected him, and she gives him advice on how to talk to women. Formaggio actually blushes when she gasps in amazement when she sees his stand. He becomes bashful and rubs the back of his head. “Little Feet is pretty cool, huh?” and she nods her head furiously 

Illuso: He spies on her after he finds out the others have hired her. After finding out she’s harmless, he doesn’t make much of an effort to communicate with her unless he’s being harsh and lecturing her for breaking one of their cups. usually he leaves Prosciutto to lecture her, threatening to take it out of her paycheck, but lately, he’s been lenient, so he takes it upon himself. When he does, she looks like a kicked puppy, and the others are glaring at him and that’s the last time she does it. He watches her constantly especially when the others are gone to do other things. He doesn’t mind her, but he doesn’t get why others like her. But he starts to notice the little things she does around the base that are pretty considerate. She arranges things the way Prosciutto prefers and folds clothes the way Ghiaccio prefers, she cleans the mirrors in his room with delicacy even when she’s clumsy. He can’t help but soften up around her. He introduces his stand to her, and she calls it a muppet. He mopes in Mirror World the whole day.

Melone: He’s one of the people responsible for finding and hiring her. Unlike Formaggio, he’s not disappointed despite her plain, modest uniform. He questions her eagerly about her healthy, birthday, favorite position. She stupidly honest but shies away from her favorite position part. Melone is surprised and confused by her because she’s the aggressive and defensive type, which he mostly encounters when he asks invasive questions. Her honesty attracts him and finds himself wanting to be around her. When he encounters her clumsiness, he tells her not to feel bad and to just keep on doing her job. He doesn’t really care if they pay her to just sit around and watch tv or eat dinner with them; he just wants her company. He shows her his stand and watches as her eyes widen and her lips form an “o.” She’s examining it and compliments it. She asks what it can do. “Create life” is all he says. He can’t find it in himself to explain how it all happens. He fears that she will hate him if she knew.

Ghiaccio: He’s indifferent at first about hiring one. “As long as they stay out of my way and doesn’t talk to me, I don’t care.” He does because the first few times she’s there, he evaluates her job performance. She’s pretty good at cleaning but is careless! He yells at her the first time she broke a wine glass which ends with her bursting into tears. Risotto was the only one home and ends up having to come out of his office, visibly annoyed, and orders Ghiaccio to leave the base and cool his head. Ghiaccio storms out as Risotto tries to (awkwardly) comfort the crying maid, leading her into his office. Over time, Ghiaccio grows to tolerate her presence and clumsiness. When she experiences one of his rants for the first time, she stares at him in confusion. He barks, “WHAT?!”  due to her staring. When she asks why he’s so mad, he explains the stupidity of idioms and figures of speech. She listens to him and looks more passionate as he goes on. She validates his feelings, agreeing with him about how figures of speech make no sense. He’s startled by how she embraces his point of view and grows to like her. He’s smug when he activates his stand only for her to ask him to meow like a cat. 

Sorbet: He didn’t want a maid at all. Why do they have to pay someone to clean the base when Prosciutto can do it? When Prosciutto hears this, they nearly get into a fight. Upon meeting her, he tells her he is not paying her. Gelato steps in to reassure her that she will be getting paid. Over time, he appreciates her presence. She’s pretty damn normal compared to anyone else in that damn base, appreciating how grounded she keeps Gelato. He enjoys seeing Gelato animated when he talks to her about random things. The others tend to just roll their eyes when Gelato talks about movies or music he likes, and Sorbet is the only one who’d listen. Now this maid is here and listens and converses with him, and it makes Sorbet happy. 

Gelato: Gelato was one of the ones who found, interviewed, and hired her. He knew she would be great the moment he looked into her eyes. There was so much life and warmth in her eyes, it made him smile ear-to-ear. He thought it would be fun to hire and be around someone who had no ties to the mafia world. He often helped her as she cleaned which ends with her shooing him away and telling him that it’s her job to clean. Gelato has a lot of demons inside of him and ends up using her as a sort of therapy. She never has any advice to give, often ending with her tearing up after hearing about their hardships. Gelato respects that she actually listens and doesn’t simply tell him to drink until he’s numb. He accompanies her to the store to buy groceries for the base, and they end up talking about relationships. He teasingly asks her, “Do you find any of my teammates attractive?” as she turns a deep red and turns her face away from him out of shyness. 

Radioactive Salvation

[Cordelia Goode x Reader]

A/N: Thanks for waiting y’all and the support. This chapter is for all those Michael x Reader stans out there. This is like long haha Hope you enjoy. We’ll get some witch interrogation next chapter so watch out for that 

Tagging: @cordeliasflowergirl

Part 1 Part 2

CHAPTER THREE

MICHAEL’S P.O.V

You were running. And running. And running. Hoping to whatever you believe in to save you. Two men were after you, carrying a knife and a pistol. I followed the commotion yet maintaining my distance. I was taking comfort in the wilderness, calling for strength and guidance to my father. I am lost. I am alone. The only woman who loved me just joined him, no thanks to that soon to be dead Supreme of the Coven, Cordelia. She will burn, I swear. Then I heard the rustle of the leaves and pleading cries of woman. It was you. The forces in the forest suddenly shifted - as if it's all coming to you. The clouds were getting darker and the winds getting colder. Birds started flying away, feeling the brewing storm. "You would never get away, witch!" Shouted the guy with a pistol. He fired in your direction but missed. Silly, mortal. I followed wherever you go, quite enjoying the sight of a witch suffering. It started to rain, hard. I'm guessing you're the one doing it. There were thunder and lightning every now then. You were powerful enough to conjure a strong storm and I found that interesting. Unfortunately, you tripped due to the slippery grass and the men after you, I'm guessing are witch hunters, caught you. "You think you're so clever, with your rain and lightning," the man with the knife then sliced open your clothes. "We've never tried it with a witch," the pistol guy smirked, evilness evident in his eyes. "There's always a first time for everything," the knife guy continued slicing your clothes. "Please, don't. I meant no harm," you cried. I can feel that you're scared. Soon enough you will be on survival mode. I can then know what you're really made of. Maybe it was the presence of my father or my proximity that heightened their carnal desires. The guy holding a pistol placed himself on top of you. He started humping and grunting, taking advantage of you. Tears keep falling out of your eyes. I was about to step in and stop them when I heard your cries. "Cordelia, please. Save me, Delia. I need you." You keep calling her name. I stepped back in the shadows and decided not to meddle. You witches can fight your own battles. You kept squirming under them, begging them to stop. Tears and rain glistened in your face with the setting sun. One guy finished and still no sign of your Cordelia. The guy with the knife started his turn and you saw it as a chance to fight even more but he was having none of your defiance. So he stabbed you in the stomach. To my surprise, you retaliated. You sent them both flying backwards. This is the main attraction. You still tried to escape but they fired a shot, and this time it hit you. You fell but stood up once more, drenched in blood and water. I can see the life flowing out of your body, little by little but there was something different in you this time. It's not self-preservation that keeps you standing, not anymore. Its rage. You stood your ground, unafraid that they are approaching you. You're a fighter. You raised your hand and uttered with great conviction what would be your last word. "Descensum," as you flicked your finger. Those bastards fell to the ground and I'm sure they're not getting up anytime soon. You just sent them to hell. I didn't know you can use that spell to someone else. A small smile spread to my face. You fell, staying motionless on the ground and the rain stopped falling already. I approached your lifeless body. Your last moments here on earth were tragic, to say the least, and yet there is peace in your face. I need to know who you are and determine if I can use you against Cordelia. I looked into you and your life flashed before my eyes. You were in a house and man was leaving You were banging in a door, hoping for the woman behind to open it. You were weeping and burying the same woman. You're in the academy for witches. You keep meeting Cordelia in the middle of the night. You kissed her. You are her lover! You saw her with Misty Day You stepped out of the academy. You saw two men and ran. You cursed them. Then you saw nothing. You are more than just a powerful witch. You own the Supreme's heart. A heart for a heart. I can definitely use you and your powers but first, I need to bring you back from the dead. Few hours have passed and I keep thinking what I would do to you. I can burn you in front of your Supreme, the way she took my Ms. Mead. Maybe I can make you kill her. Or I can dangle you in front of her. A lot of ideas are running in my head but the most important is for you to wake up. Your loud scream caught my attention. I rushed to your side and asked how you are feeling. "Everything...ahh...hurts," you cried. "Why does everything hurt?" "Y/n, I saved you. I brought you back to life." "Who are..y..you? Where am I? How do you know who I am?" Panic evident in your voice. "I'm Michael. You're in my Ms. Meade's house and room." I honestly answered. "I saw you in the woods being terrorized by two men." You paused for a while, trying to take in everything. You looked in to my eyes, as if you're trying to search for something. You're eyes then went wide, as if realizing something. "You're the Antichrist!" You stood up from the bed and tried to get away. You're leaving. I can't let you get away, not when there's one hell of a future ahead of us. 

I grabbed your arm and said sternly,  "there's no use in leaving, y/n." You stopped and looked at me, puzzled.

Everyone in my life either wanted me dead or died for me. When I breathed life into you, a part of me became a part of yours and I can’t handle losing a part of me, not anymore. I summoned all the courage inside me and took a deep breath. "Your life is now meant to be lived by my side." --- And you did just that for 3 years or so. I built the Cooperative and the Outposts from the ground for my believers, with you by my side. I would wake up in the morning with you smiling in the kitchen, preparing my Ms. Meade's signature french toast, with no trace of ill-feelings in your eyes. Your smile would be sometimes enough to erase the troubles in my mind after a very bad day. You even sometimes assist me in making the protocols to save the believers for the end of the world. A total 180 degree shift of character from the woman who tried to get away from me one night. You do not show fear from the evil inside me. You treat and look at me as an equal. Sometimes I even wonder if what you are showing is real because it's just to good to be true - you're too good to be true. You were like a ray of sunshine amidst the crowd of people with literal dark hearts and souls. Despite the darkness flowing in your body - the rage, the pain, and the disappointments of your previous life - you still manage to be as loving and caring as before. You were my light. And I couldn't just let you go. When Cordelia asked why were you with me, I felt like I had to prove a point - I had to make sure that your very presence hurts her. “She’s with me, Cordelia.”I paused and looked for her reaction. “She chose to be with me. Not your coven, not with you.” She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes. "She is a Salem witch, Michael. She belongs to the coven." She tried to reason out. How I hope you can see the desperation in her eyes? I shook my head and started going down the stairs. "With you, yes, she is a witch who belongs to a coven," I stared intently to her. My intimidation skills have been effective, thanks to you. I stood in front of her. "but with me, she is the coven." The puzzled look of everyone in the room fueled my amusement. "What are you trying to say?" the former hollywood actress, Madison, inquired. "I think that could only mean one thing, dear," the old redhead witch chimed in, staring directly to the back of her Cordelia, "he's going to try and make her Supreme." The younger witch I saved from hell huffed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and clenched her jaw. I can feel a tinge of jealousy in her. "Though that would not be possible because she has been a traitor to the coven. She will be burned at the stake." Cordelia remained silent after her auntie's  - or should I say mother figure -  comments. I turned my attention back to the witch who started it all and asked coyly, "Will you let her burn, Cordelia?" I quite enjoy putting emphasis in her name and using it as an insult. "No witch is above the laws of the coven," she replied, trying to conceal whatever she's feeling. A small smile formed in my face. "3 years later and you still choose the coven over her," Cordelia clenched her jaw, "no wonder she left you." That seemed to trigger a response greater than words from her. Balls of fire formed from the lit torches inside the common area and started to go in my direction but not before it was extinguished to nothing but vapor. Cordelia looked behind her to see who blocked her magic, only to find you standing with your eyes closed. You opened your eyes and smiled, not minding that you just intercepted the most powerful witch's magic caused by rage. "Shall we not kill each other before dinner," you glanced at everyone. "I did prepared a sumptuous meal." The witches looked among themselves, deciding whether they must eat before they attack us . The television personality and voodoo queen, Dinah Stevens, knew well enough not to meddle with these affairs, thus she remained in her dark corner. "Can we just eat, please? I haven't had anything for dinner." The entitled rich witch, Coco plead. If we were in Limbo, gluttony is her greatest sin. Myrtle gave a resigned look. Madison looked at you with her signature bitch face, "Okay, we'll eat. In one condition." You raised a brow. "We'll have a question and answer portion after." You looked shocked for a brief moment but returned and plastered smile in your face. "I don't see any problem with that," you replied, ever the gracious hostess. So do I. Mallory led them to dining area but you remained standing in the middle of the hall. I walked towards you and acknowledged the concerned look in your eye. "No violence, Michael." You reminded me. The smile in your lips turned in to a frown before you said, "We'll have to talk about the death of three witches later, too." "As far as I know, I'm only responsible for two of them, darling." My reply caused you more confusion than clarity, as evidenced in your face. "Ms. Meade," I called and felt her walk towards us. "Would you mind making a swift sweep of the premises? There might be an intruder." She nod her head and started. "Does that satisfy you?" I asked. You let out a breath and faced the dining area. "It does," you replied, "and now,- -let's have our last supper."

Entry #1

It’s ridiculous how uneasy I feel writing here again. I have to convince myself this is just a medium, it has no power over me, and all the negative feelings I used to have won’t come back to the surface just because they’re attached to memories of Tumblr.

Because I used to have a Tumblr, I used to have several actually, and used to be here all the time, everyday. It consumed me.

I grew here, healed wounds, understood the world and met myself for the first time in what felt like centuries. I was still a child, and I grew up with the belief each and every one of us seem to have: I am special.

And the truth is that, yes, we are special. All of us. We’re unique and similar in so many ways. We’ve all been broken and judged. We are valid.

I think, in many ways, Tumblr, or the community at least, made me feel like I belonged. Like I wasn’t as messed up as everyone had me believe. But I crossed a line here as well, which is why I left: I allowed myself to believe I couldn’t be held accountable for my misfortunes.

Because it’s so easy to blame that one friend who betrayed you, or the dad that abandoned you, or the boy who broke your heart. It was really comforting to come here and have others validate my victim-hood and tell me that it was okay to continue to self destruct instead of grow up. It was also really easy to ignore those who told me I did, indeed, need to grow up, because a stranger on the internet agreed with me, so I must be right. But if someone criticized me, I was being oppressed, and they didn’t understand because they had never walked a day in my shoes.

And to be completely fair, I needed that. I needed to hate the world to stop hating myself. Sometimes, I still do, because, again, it’s so easy. You see, seeing the bright side is hard. Getting up every day being grateful that you’re alive is hard. But it does get easier with practice.

Before Tumblr, I was under the belief that I was not worthy of love. That all the bad things in my life were my fault and that I sometimes did not even deserve to be alive. My little sister is the age I was when I used to have these thoughts, and the thought of someone so young feeling this way breaks my heart. I look back at my younger self and I want to promise her everything is going to be okay (spoiler alert: everything turns out fine, and she’s happy!). But I suppose, I wouldn��t be where I am today if I hadn’t been that person to begin with. That sad little girl in too much pain for her little body to handle.

Then Tumblr came along and I was... I was real. I don’t know how to explain it, but meeting all of you, reading your stories, watching your shows, laughing at your jokes... I felt alive. Better yet, I felt worthy of being alive. And it wasn’t instantaneous. It took me a while to get there, and look at myself in the mirror and realize I was beautiful. It took some convincing to realize it’s okay to like girls AND boys?? My mind was blown. 

But you see, I still had a lot of hatred and a lot of pain and a lot of bitterness. And I had to forbid myself from hating myself if I wanted to survive. So instead I hated all the people who had contributed to my pain. And the people who had contributed to other people’s pain! I had so much hate to share with the world, I bullied complete strangers because they had somehow hurt my friend’s feelings, instead of letting my friend fight her own battles.

And when someone was depressed, like I was, instead of encouraging them to fight through it, to get better, I approved of their self destruction. Sleep deprivation and unhealthy habits were just coping mechanisms, right? It’s funny because we’re all depressed here! Haha!

Because admitting they needed help meant I needed to admit... I needed help.

It was so much better to romanticize the toxicity I shared with the world. Forgiveness and love were weakness. Punching your way through life was the right way to go.

And don’t get me wrong, I needed to punch as hard as I could. I had no agency in my life and I needed to feel something, and if it was anger and resentment, so be it. It was better than being numb or depressed.

But then I grew up. I know, shocking. Suddenly I was an adult. I still can’t believe it. I had to leave Tumblr when I realized not only was I surrounding myself with toxic people. I was a toxic person.

No longer was this a place to empower myself. It was a place to excuse my behavior. It was an open door to hate.

And to be completely honest with y’all, hate is exhausting! No wonder I was tired all the time!

And yes, I still have depression, I’m not neurotypical at all lol

But I’m better. I’m not 100% and I’m not earning gold medals for being the greatest human to ever live. But I apologize when I mess up and I try not to mess up. I’ve found “judgy” friends who call me out on my bullshit and I love them so much for taking care of me in such a sassy way instead of telling me the world needs to revolve around me.

I’ve realized love is not something to be disgusted at or to fear and it’s honestly not as scary as I thought it could be.

I realized I can be funny without hurting others in the process. And that sometimes it’s okay to be a little “offensive”, too. (Yes, little sister, you are correct in saying you shouldn’t have bleached your hair and I’m not gonna tiptoe around the subject trying not to hurt your feelings. If you don’t like it, find a way to fix it. And I agree, I don’t like it neither!)

I also learned that after having a really negative experience with one religion, later becoming a stubborn atheist, and slowly starting to become a little more spiritual, it’s really not that silly to believe in something you can’t see if it makes you happy and helps you get through your day.

I learned to tell the difference between needing a mental health day and being lazy. Yes, I still take mental health days! But I also work my ass off on days when I have the potential to have high energy. I force myself to do one dish and end up cleaning the whole house and feel so proud of myself! But I don’t belittle myself when I can’t get out of bed, because I know that if I really can’t get out of bed, I need to stay in bed and recover, so the next day I can get shit done.

Also I flirt now, which is weird/new. Sometimes just for fun, sometimes with a purpose. Sometimes I flirt with myself, which I highly recommend everyone do because it is incredibly empowering!

I pay my bills on time and I treat myself without feeling guilty. Though to be completely honest with you, I was blessed with a job that I love, that pays me more than enough and rewards my hard work and competitiveness, so I’m always making extra when I earn it. But I know when to stop taking those extra shifts to have a family day, or go out, or simply lie in bed and read. Yes, I don’t have it as hard as most of you. But if I look back at 3 years ago, I was begging for Paypal donations just to survive. So I have to say, it does get better.

I live in an apartment I could have never even dreamed of, and it’s still a little empty, but I get excited over the smallest things. Like getting a new dish rack! Or new purple towels!

And against all odds, I’m actually happy going back where it all started. I visit my family and I tell them that I love them, but I don’t let them hurt me anymore.

I say no when I need to. And encourage myself to say yes to trying new things.

I wear colors now, even if they don’t match, and I wear sneakers on high heel days. I follow a skincare routine, even though I was one of those girls who would judge and envy girls with skincare routines. And I’m trying to eat healthier.

I lost weight and I cook now. I sing at the top of my lungs to the great disappointment of my next door neighbor. And I dance in my underwear even though my other neighbors can see me from the building across the balcony (I still haven’t bought curtains). Seriously, no regrets.

So, Victoria, you may ask, now that you’re doing better, why are you back? Nostalgia? Regret? To rub your stupid happiness in our faces?

To be completely honest, I’m here because it’s where I have to be. It was part of my journey all along. And I owe it to my younger self.

Do y’all remember that famous post about that person saying that when everything was okay, they would bake a cherry pie? And then they posted a photo of the cherry pie?

This is my cherry pie, I guess. This is me telling myself and any of you who may feel the way I used to, that it gets better. And I know younger me used to get so tired of hearing it. “Believe in yourself! It gets better! You’ll get there!” And it sounded like the biggest bullshit in the whole world. I had never actually met anyone who got better, to be honest. All the people who were saying it gets better were people who were just as depressed or worse than I was. We were all just trying to convince each other to believe in something none of us believed in.

Well, you know what? I’m glad you guys told me it would get better. I’m glad you pushed and pushed until I believed it. Because it’s the friggin truth. I’m the living proof that it gets better. And the more you believe that you can somehow tell the universe that you are ready to get better, to be better, to feel better, and that the universe will listen, the more it listens. I kid you not.

And I’m not even done getting better. I’m just getting started...

Writing Questionnaire

Tagged by @melaena! Thanks so much! :D sorry for being so late on this 😅

Short stories, novels, or poems?  

Novels mostly. I’m not very good at poetry. Short stories are hard for me to write because anything I write normally likes to be longer. 

What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy all the way. I love it! I’ve read a couple of sci-fi, but fantasy is where I find myself going when I want to read. 

What genre do you prefer writing?

Haha, fantasy again! It’s freeing to me, you know? I try to always write something that has nothing to do with my life in the real world. I don’t like reading about every day things and every day people, I like adventure, with a little magic. I’ve done a little sci-fi, but not as much as fantasy.

Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

Weeell, a mix of both? I have like a vague outline of what I want to happen in the story and then write as I go, making the pieces all connect in the end.

What music do you listen to while writing?

A lot of different things. It really depends on what exactly I’m writing. Sometimes I listen to a playlist I make for the story, or I listen to instrumental soundtracks, just, anything to get me into the mood and in the right state of mind.

Fave books/movies?

Books: I love, downright LOVE the Percy Jackson series! Greek Mythology and a fun protagonist with awesome friends that keep him grounded, what’s not to love? 

Of course, Harry Potter! It’s really what got me into wanting to read and maybe helped me in wanting to write.

Movies: I just did a meme with some of my favorite movies, but I have so many more that I love so much than the ones I shared in that post XDD Gaaah, there’s too many...

Any current WIPs?

Haaahaha... a couple. (I’m lying, I have over a dozen and they’re not all fanfics, a lot of them are original fics.)

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Hehe, I have a few ideas! Standard would be a red flannel button up shirt probably closed mostly, open would be over a dark form fitting shirt, either black or a navy dark blue, sleeves rolled up past the elbows, blue jeans with sneakers. Cooler days I’ll have my n7 hoodie on. Maybe a scarf for the colder days. Give me fingerless gloves. If I’m in a dress, it’s got to be flowy. I love dresses I see advertised that are like I guess witchy dresses? So definitely things like that. High top boots when I wear those.

Create a character description for yourself:

Short brown curly hair and bright brown eyes, with light olive tan skin. Pink lips that are almost always in a smile, grin, smirk. So often that people will ask if she’s okay if she’s not smiling for even a second.

Loves to be around people she knows, but feels uncomfortable if she’s with people she’s unfamiliar with. Has a trusting heart, but has been hurt too many times so she keep it guarded as best as she can. Loves with her whole heart and puts her all into her passions.

Has a love of acting, writing, and art, though she feels she’s still mediocre with her art. Hates to disappoint people, but will not be sorry if she feels what she did was right.

Wants to be more than she is, but has a hard time trying to get out of the dark at times. Thoughts swim around, trying to keep her down, but all she wants is to be happy and bringing happiness to others.

While her thoughts can be dark, she pushes forward and tries to never let others see her darker thoughts. Only those she feels she can trust will she share.

Loyal to almost a fault. Will fight for her friends and family. Her close friends are her family.

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Like, reference them? Or do you mean their personalities? It depends? Always ask permission and make sure what you write is okay with them. Also, probably want to get it in writing that it’s okay if you’re putting someone your work.

Are you kill-happy with characters?

Noooope. :)

Coffee or tea while writing?

Tea, definitely.

Slow or fast writer?

Eeeeh, overall, I guess slow? But I can write fast when inspiration hits juuuuust right.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

That’s hard to pinpoint. I daydream all the time, it’s just how I function. If I’m not focused at work on a task or something, or reading or watching something, I’m daydreaming. The inspiration to write what I’m daydreaming about comes and goes. I’m not sure how else to answer this question x’D

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Like me as I am? Oh, I don’t know. I’d probably end up in a preforming circle or something? If I was able to, I’d want to be the one to go on the adventures. I probably wouldn’t be the main hero, but maybe I could help. I’m willing to learn anything that anyone is willing to teach me. Put me anywhere and I’ll do my best.

Most fave book cliche? Least fave book cliche?

Least favorite: “I hate you! But secretly deep down my hatred is actually love!, blahblah!” When two characters hate each other from the beginning, always belittling each other, and apparently that means they are in love... I hate it. It’s so over done. If it’s done well, sure, I’ll enjoy it, but most of the time, if I know that’s how the romance goes, then I won’t read it. If they care about each other they should just admit it instead of being so cruel to one another...

Fav: Well, idk if I have a fav? See I even forgot to add this one XD cliche I love is the characters having a fun silly moment and suddenly they realize how close they are and their hearts are thumping fast. Just move closeeer...

Fave scenes to write?

Hmm, interactions between characters, banters, sweet moments. Oh and I do enjoy writing scenes where someone is needing comfort. Just he heartfelt moments. Emotional moments, I guess? XD

Most productive time of day for writing?

Either in the middle of the night when I need to be sleeping or when I’m at work and need to be working. Well that’s when inspiration hits me hard XD at times I find myself writing a great deal on my phone when I need to be sleeping (yay for google docs!)

Reason for writing:

For myself and to share what my imagination comes up with. I want to share everything I think of. I want everyone to read it and tell me how it made them feel, what’s your favorite part? Who do you like? Do you hate this guy? Is the main protagonist annoying? I write to share stories. :)

Tagging: @shannaraisles, @sunlighthuntress, @jchb32273, @vorchagirl, @alyssalenko, @naromoreau, @joufancyhuh, aaaand whomever else.

44 + viktuuri pls (this gives me /that au/ vibes haha ★)

#44: “You’ve always felt like home.”

There are three absolute truths in Viktor’s life:

One, skating is just as essential to his life as breathing. There are no memories that Viktor can recall where a pair of skates weren’t within reach.

Two, Makkachin was the first to love him without any expectations, without needing something in return to make it worth her while. She was his first true friend when he needed one desperately.

Three, Katsuki Yuuri always manages to pull emotions up from the forgotten parts of his heart and wraps them around him like a well-loved blanket.

While the first two are incredibly important to him, it is the third truth that Viktor knows changed everything. Before he saw Yuuri skate for the first time, so many years ago now, he could never imagine a future that didn’t involve him competing or skating in some capacity. He was always alone and he was always pushing himself to a breaking point for no other reason than that’s all he knew.

The first time he watched Yuuri skate, however? Something inside him shifted, getting closer to clicking into place, because afterwards he would sometimes imagine himself skating against Yuuri at competitions, sometimes imagine himself standing on the same podium as this new and beautiful Japanese skater on the senior circuit.

He wasn’t always alone anymore.

The first time he actually saw Yuuri in person? He was so excited that they’d finally gotten the chance to skate against each other that he blurted out the first thing that popped into his mind. Commemorative photo? Sure thing!

The second time he saw Yuuri, that something inside him bloomed until Viktor was consumed by it and -

“What are you thinking about?”

Yuuri’s voice is soft yet it manages to yank Viktor back from his jaunt into the past. He blinks and shifts his gaze away from the book in his hands to Yuuri who’s set aside his DS and looks at him with that adorable pinch between his brows.

It’s in the heartbeat between registering Yuuri’s concerned and thinking yet again that he’s in love with this man beside him that he realizes he could lie, that he could say he was thinking about Yuuri’s routines and brush everything off as inconsequential. But he doesn’t want to do that, not anymore.

What he feels for Yuuri should never be hidden away or written off as nothing of importance.

So, he goes with the truth.

“About Sochi,” he starts to say and before Yuuri can even finish flinching barrels on. “And how I was excited to finally get to watch you skate in person. How you changed so much before we even got to meet in person.”

Yuuri freezes and he stares down at Viktor with wide-eyes. “W—what?”

He isn’t sure what to make of Yuuri’s surprise or the apparent confusion swirling in those beautiful honey brown eyes because surely, surely Yuuri must know by now that he’s important to Viktor.

Before he can ask what’s so surprising, Yuuri shakes his head quickly and tries again with: “You knew who I was before Sochi?”

Now it’s his turn to be confused.

“Of course I did,” he says, slowly to express his own bafflement as he sets his book aside. “I watched your senior debut. Online, of course, since I was in Russia at the time but I followed your career after that. Even back then you moved as if you made music with your body so it was impossible for me to forget you.”

There’s a long moment where Yuuri just continues to stare at him, mouth agape as if his whole world completely shifted and just as Viktor’s about to reach out to grab his hands Yuuri jolts and blurts out, “But you asked if I? It didn’t seem like you?”

There’s a beat of silence, then: “You asked if I wanted a commemorative photo that’s - that’s what you ask fans!”

It’s as if the universe has come to a screeching halt and he immediately sits up straighter in reaction to the sudden tightening in his chest. “I - what? No, Yuuri, I meant… but I guess when you put it that way I can see why you’d think that. Oh, wow I’m an idiot.”

He laughs because it’s the first reaction that bubbles up from his chest and he’s sure Yuuri thinks he’s completely lost it but suddenly some of Yuuri’s behavior since he’s shown up in Hasetsu makes sense. Why he gets so quiet whenever Viktor mentions anything about that Grand Prix Final.

It also makes sense why Yuuri walked away from him that night.

“I was excited,” he says once he’s caught his breath. “And wanted to remember the first time we finally got to compete against each other.”

“Oh.”

He cautiously peers at Yuuri through his bangs, unsure if Yuuri’s angry or not over the whole miscommunication. Honestly, he wouldn’t blame Yuuri if he is upset over it, Viktor said something carelessly, swept up in emotions he hadn’t felt for so long and—oh.

Yuuri’s smiling.

“You’re not an idiot, Viktor. Now that I…” he shakes his head. “It’s actually really sweet you wanted a picture like that. Especially after—”

This time Viktor does reach out and grab Yuuri’s hands and he watches Yuuri take a deep breath, never once letting his smile slip as he squeezed Viktor’s hands.

“I was a little bit of an idiot,” he admits, a small smile tugging at his own lips when Yuuri chuckles. “A well-meaning one but I’m sorry it seemed like I didn’t know who you were at all. That wasn’t very fair of me. I should have said something to you before we even skated. I wanted to but…”

Yuuri scoots a little closer and it sends Viktor’s heart fluttering in his chest. “But?”

“I was nervous.”

Yuuri reels back slightly, looking every bit gobsmacked yet again by Viktor’s words and he isn’t sure what to make of it so he remains quiet and lets Yuuri sort through his thoughts. “Why were you nervous? I’m just me.”

This time it’s his turn to smile, though his practically drips with affection because it’s impossible to contain. “That’s exactly why,” he says and he watches Yuuri’s brow furrow in deeper confusion.

“I don’t understand.”

And oh how he wishes he could reach into Yuuri’s mind and scoop out the anxiety that makes him devalue himself, that makes him believe it’s impossible to ever be worthy of love and devotion.

But he can’t. So instead, he smiles a little wider as he leans in to press a kiss to the corner of Yuuri’s parted lips. “You are a beautiful skater,” he murmurs and he feels Yuuri’s breath hitch when he realizes Viktor isn’t going to pull away. “But you’re also beautifully kind and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Yuuri lets out a shaky breath and Viktor brushes his lips across Yuuri’s to catch it and that seems to be the final straw because Yuuri surges forward so they’re properly kissing. He only allows himself a single heartbeat of surprise before he’s letting go of Yuuri’s hands so he can cup Yuuri’s rosy cheeks and tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss.

This seems to be the right move because Yuuri let’s out a pleased little hum that Viktor is more than happy to devour by sweeping his tongue along the seam of Yuuri’s lips. And when Yuuri shifts until he’s straddling Viktor’s lap with his fingers tangled in Viktor’s hair he abruptly aware that he’s never felt this loved before.

A shiver runs down his spine when Yuuri nips his bottom lip with just enough pressure to startle a gasp from him and that seems to have been his plan all along because Yuuri wastes no time deepening the kiss further.

Viktor loses himself in Yuuri’s passion and love, greedily drinks it directly from Yuuri’s lips until they’re forced to pull away for a clearly archaic need for air. Why haven’t they evolved enough to allow him to kiss Yuuri the way he deserves to be kissed until the sun slips below the horizon without needing to stop for something as silly as breathing?

Yuuri, of course, isn’t nearly as out of breath and presses his lips to the tip of Viktor’s nose before moving onto his left cheek and then his right and then each of his eyes before finally pressing one final kiss to his forehead.

“Viktor,” Yuuri whispers lovingly and Viktor wants to cry when he hears it. His hands fall to Yuuri’s waist as he leans forward to hide his face in the crook of Yuuri’s neck. And Yuuri doesn’t even hesitate to pull him closer and press a kiss to the swirl on the crown of his head.

“You have always felt like home,” Yuuri continues and Viktor’s breath catches in his chest because how is this reality? How is Yuuri gently and quietly dismantling years of loneliness he didn’t even know existed with a handful of words?  

“Whether it’s when I watch you skate in a competition halfway across the world or when I get to lay next to you in your bed while you read another book… I have always felt like I found my home.”

Yuuri’s words rip away the last frayed edge of Viktor’s heart and the tears finally race down his cheeks. It’s obvious Yuuri can feel his tears but thankfully Yuuri doesn’t comment on them. He simply lets Viktor have this moment to sink into his happiness and Viktor loves him, loves him, loves him—

“You’re my home too.”

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Mr. Overprotective

“So, what are we going to do for your birthday, missy,” Jared asked me, putting his hand at the small of my back as we were strolling down the beach.

“You’re asking me? Weren’t you supposed to be the mastermind behind all the planning?” I asked cheekily.

“Hmmm, so you’re letting me decide?”

“I’m letting you surprise me. But a nice surprise. Nothing like a romantic dinner or those clichés,” I said and he was surprised at my comment.

”So basically you stopped being a romantic soul...”

“HA HA Leto... You know what I mean. It’s one time of the year, and I think I should at least deserve something outstanding on that day at least,” I didn’t even think I would have to go this much in detail about what I should get for my birthday. Jared and I have been married for 5 years now, and not once for all that time did he disappoint me with his surprises.

“Well, haha back atcha Mrs. Leto, I was just testing your patience. You’re becoming quite a nervous wreck lately,” Jared teased me, and I nudged him, before he wrapped his arm around me and brought me closer to his embrace. We were walking by the beach, heading home from an evening walk.

Suddenly his phone rang and he let go of me to answer. It was his brother, Shannon. While they were talking, I was walking next to Jared quietly, only to have a man that was rushing by me almost knock me over, because he wasn’t looking where he was going. Barely able to maintain my balance I shouted, “Hey, watch it!”

Seeing that the guy didn’t even flinch, let alone said he was sorry, Jared’s eyes darkened, and he told Shannon to hold up a second. I knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“Hey dude?!” Jared shouted, and the guy turned around.

“What?” the guy asked rudely, and spread his arms like he wanted to start a fight.

“You almost knocked my wife down, you could at least say you’re sorry,” Jared said.

“Whatever dude,” the guy dismissed him and just walked away. He really was in a hurry.

Jared wanted to go after him but I tugged his arm, stopping him from making a scene. Turning his head around, he looked down at my grip, then up in my eyes and was shocked by the sight. I was persistent and wouldn’t let go, until I saw him calm down.

Once his body relaxed and he exhaled, I released his forearm saying, “Seriously? You were just gonna go after him like that?”

“He was disrespectful of you, and he deserved to be taught a lesson,” Jared said matter-of-factly

“Oh my God, you would seriously start a fight for him bumping into me like that?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“He almost knocked you over. If you hadn’t been farther from the curb, you could’ve ended up under a car... I don’t even want to think about that,” Jared was worried sick and I had no idea something so small would ticked him off so much.

Looking down, I noticed he was still holding his phone, and I realized Shannon just heard everything. Pointing to his hand, I also signaled with my eyes that he should probably talk to Shannon again.

“O shit... hey bro,” Jared said and started to argue with Shannon. I assumed Shannon was saying the exact same thing as I was, since the two of us were such kindred spirits. Where Jared burst into flames, the two of us were there to calm him down and weather the storms whenever that was necessary. “Stop telling me to relax...” he just kept fighting with Shannon, because you couldn’t tell which of the two was more stubborn.

I came to him, tugged the phone out of his hand saying, “He’ll talk to you later, Shan,” then I hung up. Jared was flabbergasted at my action. I don’t think I’ve ever given myself the right to treat him like that, but I just couldn’t stand him yelling at his own brother for a nonsense like this.

“Did you just...?” Jared couldn’t even wrap his head around what I did, and he actually started smiling a little with all the disbelief.

“You two are impossible. You can’t just argue with your brother over that little thing. The guy pushed me a little ‒ big fucking deal. I can’t even believe we’re even discussing this,” now I was pissed.

“You know I can’t stand people being rude in general, and when they’re rude to you something inside me just starts to rage and I feel like an animal... I just want you to be respected and not have anyone hurt you, is that so wrong?” he asked me as we were walking again.

“No, it’s not wrong, but you’re seriously overreacting sometimes. It’s sweet of you that you want to protect me, but I’m not in any kind of trouble, Jared. You just need to stop being so protective of me all the time. ”

“I could never stop protecting you. You’re the love of my life and if something were to happen to you... ugh, no, I’m not even going to think about that...”

We ended this silly conversation soon and headed back home. Within minutes that we were home, I heard someone coming inside.

“Okay lovebirds, the fun brother is in the house,” Shannon spread his arms, and took his sunglasses as he was approaching the kitchen.

“Hey Shan,” I said with a smile. It’s been a few days since I last saw him, and I really missed him. We’ve bonded through the years so much, that he felt like my big brother too. Not to mention that he was always on my side when Jared started to lash out for no reason and just be himself -- all defensive and protective.

“Where’s mister Superman?” Shannon asked with a giggle.

“He’s in the bathroom,” I said rolling my eyes, “he needed some time to relax after that little outburst today.”

“That was not an outburst but my way of protecting my wife,” Jared said with a low voice coming out of the bathroom.

“Because your wife is such a delicate little flower that she needs to be protected even from the tiniest insects,” I said sarcastically, “would you just give it a rest already?”

“You tell him, girl,“ Shannon was always rooting for me when Jared and I argued, and sometimes I felt like he was my brother and not Jared’s. This only made Jared even more frustrated, and the moment he looked at Shannon with those, now feverishly dark blue eyes, Shannon knew it was time he shut up.

“It’s good to know that you don’t appreciate me being worried and carrying about your well-being,” Jared argued and started to come closer to me, only making my heart rate up and my legs trembling, Shannon came at such a wrong time.

“I appreciate that you care, but I don’t need to be treated like a baby every fucking second,” I said back and came one step closer, now being an inch away from Jared’s face. Our eyes were locked on one another’s and the tension just kept building.

Within seconds, we both grinned at each other, saying at the same time, “Shannon, you should leave.”

“Cute, but you’ll have to leave this sexual tension of yours for later,” Shannon said waving his hand and heading down to the studio “we have some major issues to talk about, bro, that’s why I’m here.”

Jared and I chuckled and kissed, before he went to the studio with Shannon.

Even though they were in the other room, a few minutes later I suddenly heard shouts and arguing, which was quite uncommon for them.

You need to give her a break, or she’ll leave your sorry ass, Shannon said to Jared as I approached the door and leaned against the wall to hear them better.

You know as well as I do, that she’d never do that. She loves me to death, and I love her even more. I just can’t let some jerk mistreat her, Jared was so confident, and I just nodded my head agreeing with him.

Are you even hearing yourself, the guy nudged her, just like you would do to someone else if you were rushing off and if you were late for whatever thing... Shannon said.

After several seconds of silence I heard Jared, I really went too far this time, huh?

Not hearing a response from Shannon I could only assume he was giving him a head nod, after which a brotherly chatting and chuckling commenced. Shannon was always Jared’s voice of reason, and if anyone could put some sense into that stubborn head, it was his older brother. For the next few hours I was relaxing and reading a book, when I heard the brothers laugh again walking out of the studio.

“I’m off, see you soon, sis,” Shannon waved and blew me a kiss on his way out.

“Buy, Shan,” I said with a giggle, and looked up only to see Jared leaned against the couch. The minute the door closed he jumped over and landed right next to me. Tugging the book out of my hands and tossing it to the floor, I was so excited and shocked at the same time.

“Jared... what...” I tried to say, but he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. Making my legs wrap around his waist, he looked me deep into my eyes, leaving me completely out of breath.

“I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to,” Jared said running his finger through my hair. He took a hand full of it and brought his lips to mine, kissing me as passionately as ever. This night was about to become so much better than I had previously imagined.