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seresinhangmanjake · 2 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader - We Both Know

Summary: Simon broke up with you but you both know it was a stupid choice.

Notes/Warnings: Stalker-ish Ex!Simon; Soft!Simon; Insecure!Simon (a little bit); some smut (18+), fluff, cursing, typos probably

Words: 1642

He’s here. You know he’s here. Not because you can see him or hear him or feel him—he’s too skilled for that—but because you know Simon Riley like the back of your damn hand. And Simon Riley won’t let you go. He has not proven himself capable of letting you go. Not yet, not fully, and if you can help it, not ever.

When you close the door behind you and kick off your shoes, you don’t bother turning on the lights. You’ve spent nearly two months flipping that switch in your entryway, pretending he isn’t somewhere in your apartment. Two months of going about your nightly routine as if there isn’t an intruder in your home. Two months of ignoring the soft shutting of your front door or window once you’ve settled into bed. But you’re tired of playing this game, and frankly, you miss him—the man; not the ghost who has been haunting you, trailing you, hiding in plain sight.

“You've been watching me,” you announce into the void.

A handful of beats pass but not for a second do you let yourself believe you’re crazy for attempting to converse with blackness and silence. Then the little cord on your lamp is pulled by thick fingers, illuminating the side of the apartment where he stands. He’s a shadow in the corner of your living room, drenched in black from head to toe, skull-printed balaclava included, and it takes everything in you not to rush to his side, shove that piece of fabric up over his chin, and kiss him.

“You've made it necessary,” he scolds; the first words he has spoken to you in nearly sixty-five days. It’s the longest he has forced you to go without hearing his voice, having been attached at the hip since you met; and having that smooth, deep tone in your ear is like soaking your body in a hot bath, sloughing off the wear and dirt and grime to come out renewed and refreshed.

You nod because you know what you’ve been doing. You’ve known your choices would bring him back to you. You hoped, at least. But you also hoped he would give himself and his stalker behavior up long before you would have to call him out. He’s usually much more possessive when you spend your evenings drinking and freely dancing amongst crowds, and the thought of you flirting with other men has always put him in a sour mood. You thought seeing it up close would make his vision go red, but he's held himself back. However, you suppose him watching and following you from a distance is better than not caring to watch or follow you at all.

“You're not being safe,” he tells you.

“You mean I'm doing things you're not happy with.”

Simon doesn't respond to that. He can’t, because you’re absolutely right and he isn’t the type to disrespect you by lying to your face.

“You broke up with me to—what was it—‘live my life’ while you're gone? Do you really have a right to be pissed at me for getting a head start?” you ask as you take steps further into the apartment and toss your purse on the counter. “If that's the case, maybe you should've dumped me a little closer to your deployment date so you wouldn’t have to witness it.”

Now you do feel him. You see him through the mask. He’s bubbling inside, the beginning of a boil, because he made a silly choice and doesn’t like to be reminded of his mistakes. He hasn’t exactly voiced that, specifically, but it’s the truth. It was silly. It’s also the truth—though again, not specifically expressed—that he regretted it the very minute he walked away from you, leaving you in tears because he is the one afraid of what will happen when the two of you face his first deployment in your relationship. He is afraid to come back home expecting a loving welcome only to find disappointment if you’ve chosen to seek out the comfort of another man. So, ‘Don’t let me hold you back, love’’ he’d told you. ‘Live your life, and I’ll figure out what to do with myself.’

Simon groans, grumbles, vibrates the room. He begins to close the distance between you until he thinks better of it and halts beside your couch. “I did it because–”

“Do you miss me?”

“That is not rela–”

“Do, you, miss, me,” you press.

He swallows hard, Adam’s apple protruding under the balaclava. His fist clenches at his side. You don’t think he's going to give you the satisfaction, but then he sighs and says, “Of course I fucking miss you.”

Your breath catches in your throat and your vision starts to blur at the edges. Those words heal the bits of your heart that he broke when he left.

“Then don’t be stupid,” you say, crossing the room until your chest is nearly pressed against his. You rest your hand on his cheek, or what would be his cheek if not for the mask. “Don't make us spend your last week here apart from one another.”

With another exhale, his shoulders loosen their rigidity, and in that moment you know you have him.

“Fuck me, Si,” you whisper.

His eyes flick to yours. A flash burns through his irises.

“It'll just make it harder.” That pathetic argument betrays his actions. One of his palms instantly goes to your waist, gently tracing the curve. The gesture is so natural between you you’re not sure if he even knows he’s doing it.

“I promise it won’t,” you say.

Then your hands slide along his shoulders to grip his biceps and you slowly turn his body until you can push him into a seated position on the couch. He lets you lead. He lets you staddle his lap. He lets you lift the mask a few inches and connect your lips as you grind your hips down, hardening him within his pants.

Simon’s fingers squeeze your thighs. They travel to your hips, encouraging your movements, before they continue a path up your spine. With his tongue in your mouth, you lose track of his touch for some time until he’s settled on a placement for his hands. One wrapped around your waist, hugging you tight; the other woven into your hair, holding you in place as his kisses swell your lips, verging on bruising.

“Come on, baby,” you mutter into his ear when you break the connection to breathe. “Don’t you want to be all warm and snug inside me? Don’t you miss how well you fit? Like my pussy was made for you, right? That’s what you’ve always said.”

You know how it sounds. It’s desperate and needy, but you don’t care. You’re begging, not just for the man who sets your body aflame, but for the man who altered the trajectory of your life when he entered it. The man you refuse to live without.

“Love–” he starts, but his groan from the nibbles you give to his neck interrupts him.

“You can rest deep in me for a while if you want. I’ll stay perfectly still for you. Or I can go nice and slow the way you like.”

Moving your head back, you stop the shifting of your hips and lock your gazes. You pointlessly wait for him to deny you. Pointlessly because Simon Riley doesn’t deny you in situations like this. The equal balance of your need for one another has made that impossible, so it doesn’t surprise you one bit when he nods in agreement.

Your thumbs delicately guide the balaclava over his nose, but you stop there. Only he removes the mask. It’s his right; his decision to show his face and to whom. You are one of the lucky ones, but you’ve never taken advantage of that gift.

With one hand, Simon grips the top of his mask and jerks it the rest of the way off his head—hair sticking out in a million directions—as he sneaks his other between your bodies to undo the button of his pants. He lifts his hips, bouncing you on his lap, before you do the same so he can push his pants down his thighs.

You don’t spend time marveling at the thick column of flesh he’s pumping with his fist. You know everything about his cock. Every ridge and valley from base to tip. Every vein. Every inch of him you have memorized, and you’re too hungry to waste another second without him where you want him most.

When Simon finally slides inside of you, you hum in satisfied delight. Like basking in the heat of the sun after the chill of Winter. Like the first bite of your favorite ice cream hitting your tongue. Like quenching a thirst. Like coming home.

Simon’s head falls back against the couch and his chest heaves with heavy inhales and exhales. His eyes are closed, but you catch a hint of a smile on his face.

“We feel so good together, Si,” you say, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his chest. “I want this when you return. Don’t you want this when you return?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Then why deprive yourself of what you love? Especially when what you love wants you so bad.”

He lifts his head and reaches up to brush his knuckle from your cheekbone to your chin. “I was trying to make it easier.”

Palms cupping his jaw, you run your thumb over his bottom lip. “Fuck easy.”

“Love, it’ll be a year. No less.”

“I don’t care,” you swear. You start to rise and then you sink back down onto him. “I'll be waiting for you, Simon.”

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februarybluues · 1 year

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You spin my head around (like a record)

summary: hobie never believed in throwing his money away to useless big corporations. but, when you started working at his favorite record shop, he decided to make a small exception. warnings: slight flirting, terrible british a/n: i love this idea so so much and have many ideas for it so if you want a part 2 let me know!!!

If there was one thing hobie hated most, it was capitalism. Having to spend money on things you didn’t need but were marketed in a way that made you feel like you needed them, pissed him off to no end. Especially when it came to big corporations. He didn’t see the purpose of having to feed these ‘money-hungry pigs’, which would only end up causing harm to everything and everyone that got in their way. The only exception was small businesses. He never gave his money away on anything unless he desperately needed it, but that wasn’t often. Until it came to you.

There was a particular record shop in the middle of the city that he occasionally visited. Mainly because it was the only one near him that actually had his favorite artists. – which were rarely sold due to how ‘underground’ they were. Don’t get me wrong, he liked his fair share of mainstream, popular artists, he just also liked his fair share of small garage punk bands. The kind of small bands you’d find playing at your local pub. But, the point is: that specific record shop was the only one he actually liked. But, that didn’t change his hatred for capitalism. Which meant he wasn’t shy to ‘borrow’ a few cd’s, or vinyls from that shop. Actually, he hadn’t once paid for anything, and he’d never once been caught. That’s just how things were. He’d never planned to feed into society’s corrupt ideations. Never. He would continue to visit that record shop whenever he pleased, but never once considered buying anything. That is, until a new employee started working there.

They were perfect. The living embodiment of utter perfection. Every time Hobie entered the shop he was greeted by a sweet smile from behind the till. Everything that person did drove Hobie crazy. - in the best way imaginable. That person was you. You’d only recently gotten the job, around a few weeks ago. It was simple enough, but it definitely was not your dream job. You only got it because you needed the money, even though the pay was barely enough to get you going for the week, it was something! Despite never once having a proper conversation, Hobie knew he liked you. From your genuine, unrelenting kindness, to your style. He was fond of everything you did. And before he knew it, his occasional visits turned to him visiting whenever he could. Not because he wanted to actually buy anything, but because he wanted to see you. Any chance he got, he would rush straight over to you. It got to a point where he had memorised when you were working and when you weren’t. And now, here he was.

“Are you actually gonna pay this time?” you asked him, familiar with his habit of pocketing cd’s and vinyls and then leaving. You never did anything about it for many reasons. One of which was because you did not get paid enough to deal with it. And also, because he was insanely attractive. He laughed. Not like an actual laugh. But, a small exhale, similar to scoffing. “Maybe I am,” he said, handing you the vinyl. You smiled at him and scanned the record, noticing the familiar album cover. “Oh sex pistols!” you exclaimed, mentally taking note of how his music taste was almost as beautiful as he was. “You’ve got good taste.” you said, before putting the record in a bag. You didn’t notice how he lit up at the sudden compliment; freaking out on the inside, but playing it off well. “You listen to ‘em?” he asked, his heavy accent now very prominent. Your smile never once faltered as you looked back at him. “I love them!” you said. You began to hum the tune to one of their songs, doing a dramatic little dance, which earned a small laugh from him. “You know… It’s surprising that you’re actually buying something for once.” you commented, jokingly but also genuinely. He tilted his head to the side in response. “Oh yeah? How so?” he leaned against the till, hands in his pockets as he talked with you. “Well, I see you here all the time. - Almost every time I'm working, actually. And - I guess I kinda got used to you wandering around and then leaving. It’s kind of weird how this is the first time I’ve heard your voice.” you laughed, and his lips quirked up in a small, almost unnoticeable smile. “What’s wrong with havin’ a look around?” his voice was low, and he spoke innocently. Despite the both of you knowing he was anything but innocent. “We both know you’ve been having a bit more than a look around.” you said, in reference to the many times you’d seen him ‘borrowing’ a few cd’s. He laughed this time. In truth, he cherished this moment. As it had been the first time he’d heard your voice. You were sweet, funny, and apparently had good music taste. All three of those traits were almost impossible to be found in the people Hobie had met. There was just something about you that was so different from everything else. So unique and-

“That’ll be 24.99” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts. 24.99? He repeated in his head, confused. He could’ve sworn that the price tag said 30? Had you given him a discount? For literally the first time ever, he handed the money to you and paid. He regretted a lot of things, but getting to talk to you was not one of them. You handed him the bag and smiled at him once more. Hobie then realised this would probably be the only time he’d ever interact with you again. In a panic, he spoke up again. “D’ya wanna spend time together after this? We could maybe listen t’the record? See if it was worth th’money?” While the usual confidence in his voice remained, there were hints of hesitation laced under his words. “I’d love to!” you exclaimed, blatantly happy. He smiled, now exposing his teeth. “Lovely.”

“I almost forgot–here’s my number!” you pulled out a pen from your pocket and wrote your phone number on the paper bag that you put his vinyl in; trying to make it as neat and legible as possible. Once you were happy with it, you handed it back to him. “I get off work at 6. Call me then and we can organise something, yeah?” you offered, to which he nodded. “It’s a date.” he said, and winked before turning around and exiting the shop; the jingling of the door suddenly sounded way happier than it usually did. Maybe your new job wasn’t so bad after all.

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alhaithamsproperty · 1 year

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Hi!! Can you please write hcs about gn!wildfire!reader x Gepard. And reader is genuinely nice and playful person BUT they're so mistrustful of Gepard and Silvermane guards (and people from overworl in general) and they're kinda mean to him too but oh boy he's pining like crazy because he knows that they're a very kind and caring and brave person and he just wishes that they would tease him and smile at him because they're like that with others but not himmmm. But he's also so sexually frustrated because they have this tendency of grabbing his collar and they talk to him on a very commanding voice and he's ready to act like a damn dog for them fr

Oh MAN do i LOVE specific requests!😩 Yes yes yes I absolutely love this idea! I also included Sampo being a lil’ too flirty flirt and Gepard being a little jealous sh!t bc why not. Enjoy! 🤍

Gepard made it his new personal goal to often visit the Underworld and help people there. After all, his oath made him swear he would protect ALL the people of Belobog. He felt guilty more than ever that he did not protect half of them for a decade.

Whenever he made his way over there, he did his best to fight off monsters, help scared children (tho kids here were more likely to kick his ass than the actual monsters), provide for homeless elders. He tried his best, and never, ever did he seek gratitude or praises for it.

Well… except for maybe a warm word of “you’re doing really well” from that one person.

❄️ Gepard first met you when him and Serval met with with Oleg. He would’ve thought it would be hard enough to gain the chiefs trust, but he accepted the help of the Silvermane Guards rather quickly.

❄️ After him and his guards defeated monsters and helped a pair of kids to safety, some people could not stop singing him praises. People of the Underworld had a new hope to look toward to.

❄️ YOU did not accept his help at all, tho. He heard you rambling to Oleg and Natasha about “why do we need them here?” “we survived without them” or sometimes you’d scoff and call them snobs from the overworld.

❄️ Overall he understood rather quickly that you did not like him. You made it clear with your glares, or the shameless negative comments about what he tried to do here (you would talk shit to Oleg about him right in front of him, for fucks sake), or, in case it really wasn’t clear enough, you’d bump his shoulder on your way out.

❄️ The feelings were somewhat mutual at first, but on his second visit, he heard a group of kids giggling and laughing and was shocked enough to hear your pretty and calm voice laugh and tell them to share the candy - actually teaching the underground kids manners. His heart swallowed with warmth at that very sight. And maybe he was staring for too long, because your laughs stopped and you glared at him, and turned away.

❄️ What did he really do to you?

❄️ This question ate him alive. At first it was pride: I didn’t do anything!

Then it was guilt: Did I do anything…?

And then he settled on the fact he must have done something.

❄️ He approached you, with red ears and tugging on his collar to create some space for him to breathe properly (why was he so nervous?)

❄️ “Hello, Y/N,” he greeted you politely, and got nothing in return, “um… I might have a question to ask you.”

“I might not have time,” you said, and turned away from him again.

“No, no, please,” he ran in front of you, and you frowned when he stood way too close, and when you saw his pleading eyes you almost wanted to slap him. “It’s a quick one. Did I do something?”

“Excuse me?”

“To upset you,” he spoke, and the way he was tall and leaning over you was annoying enough, perfect prince, with his perfect blue eyes and perfect overworld life (it didn’t matter he wasn’t actually a prince, he sure as hell looked like one… and that was irritating too).

“Ah, no, don’t worry about it,” you shrugged your shoulders, and gave him a sweet smile. He almost returned it, if you didn’t continue immediately: “You know, besides living your stupid lives up there,” you pointed your finger up, and then at his chest, actually, which made him more nervous, “and leaving us to starve, and die of sickness or cold here.”

Oh. You now poked his chest, and he felt his heart rate quicken. “Don’t ask me stupid questions again.”

He stared into your eyes, pretty [eye color] shade, and a glimpse of broken emotions behind that mean, ruthless glare. He almost wanted to… nevermind. He cleared his throat, and didn’t push your finger away from his chest. “These were my orders, us guards… we never really knew—“

“Ah, you guards and your orders. Following every single word of that bitch blindly.” You scoffed and poked him again, it actually almost hurt. Or maybe it was something inside that hurt him, he wasn’t sure.

“Don’t speak of Madam Cocolia that way, she—“

He didn’t get to finish, you grabbed his collar and pulled him inches away from your own face, finally facing him face to face, without him having the stupid adventage of being two heads taller. Suddenly he felt like he might just jump out of his body, his cheeks got hot, and his breath caught in his own throat. And he wanted you to do it again. But then he remembered you were actually angry with him, and not having butterflies flying around in your stomach… like he did.

“Don’t tell me what to do. Ever.” Your voice got low, threatening. His eye trailed down your body and saw the two daggers tugged behind your belt. The way he stared at your weapons got you even more worked up, so you tugged on the collar to pull him closer, “got it?!”

“Yeah…” he mumbled, and swallowed hard.

❄️ Gepard was screwed. He liked you. And you hated him.

❄️ He was quick enough to notice you didn’t hate anyone else, tho. Hook? That little brat that called Natasha an “old witch”? No problem at all. You played hide and seek with her the entire afternoon. Anyone that stopped by Natashas clinic to ask for medicine or to complain about some painful spot on their body? You smiled at them, and chatted about how things were going back at their home. You were sneaking candy to kids and greeting almost anyone on the street, giving them a wave and a warm smile. And the second a Silvermane guard appeared in front of you? You were ready to murder them with your eyes.

❄️ He loved it, to see you being nice, caring and protective of other people. It reminded him of his own self… well, in a way. He certainly wasn’t that murderous.

❄️ He didn’t love it to see you being overly nice to Sampo, tho. That guy caused him enough trouble already, and now, with him approaching you every morning, he wanted to put him in jail more than ever.

❄️ “Ah, my beautiful babe, shining more than ever,” Sampo sang you praises, and sneakily allowed his arm to rest on your shoulders. You gave him a laugh and hit his ribs gently with your elbow, calling him a horny ass.

❄️ Gepard felt his cheeks flush, and he looked away. Him and Oleg were just discussing something about a monster near an old couples house, but he could just not hear a single word Oleg said. Instead all he heard was “I mean, if you ever get cold at night…”

“Sampo stop being gross!”

“No, no, pretty, see these fingers?” He grabbed your hand shamelessly, and you let him. You actually let him. His thumb gently stroked your fingers. “Ah, those are cold fingers. We can’t allow that! Sampo won’t allow that. Tell you what, pretty, tonight why don’t we—“

❄️ Yeah, he got hurt pretty badly that night. His guards never, ever saw him so unfocused, so ruthless in a battle.

❄️ He breathed hard and groaned in pain when Natasha tried to clean his would. You arrived at the clinic, and she called you over to press down on his wound. Oh yeah, you had no problem with that. You pressed down hard, to remind him how stupid he was, and to be more careful next time. He groaned again.

❄️ Natasha left to get one specific medicine for him. You stood with your arms crossed and a bit of his blood on your hands. Your expression was unreadable, tho you glared down at him - as usual. When Natasha returned and you left, he’d swore he heard you say “Don’t do that next time, the kids like you.” It must have been the painkillers drugging his brain.

‼️ nsfw:

❄️ Remember that time you pulled him down by his collar and threatened his life? Yeah. That very night he kept stroking his dick hard, fast, and imagining your hand around his throat, eyes gazing deep into his soul, your hips rocking on his dick. He loved that so so so much, he wanted you to use him, to choke him, to do absolutely anything that pretty head of yours would come up with with him.

❄️ He felt guilty about it, disgusted with his own self. But then he did it the night after again, and the next night again, and again. Coming hard each time he imagined you raising his voice at him, he imagined you’d pull his hair and force him to go down on you. Gosh, he’d do anything you wanted.

❄️ He felt so guilty, in fact, that he’d get red in front of you sometimes — thinking back on all his scenarios he came up with at nights. You noticed him getting flustered, and honestly, it was mildly amusing.

❄️ One night, after a succesfull battle, you, him, Serval, Oleg, Natasha, Caelus and, unfortunately, Sampo, drank a bit in order to celebrate victory. Everyone got wasted eventually and left to go to sleep, only you, Sampo and him remaining by the table with bottles in your hands. It was a silent battle between him and Sampo to stay up longer, to stay with you alone.

Sampo, eventually lost. The guy almost crawled away wasted, and Gepard’s eyes laid down on you. Alcohol made his flusterness go away.

“What?” You scoffed, and gave a little smirk as you took another sip. “Oh, sorry, I bet all girls in the overworld beg to bounce on your dick day and night.”

Hm? Was that what you really thought? That wasn’t the case at all… not that he’d know about it.

“N—no, that’s not—“

You leaned closer to him, eyes scanning him up and down, and you took his chin in your hand, squeezing his jawlines a bit. “Oh, come on, perfect boy. They do, don’t they? They beg you to fuck them just as you keep begging to fuck me with your eyes.” You laughed, and pushed him away, and sat back in your chair.

And just like that he was sober, and speechless, and looking away.

“Hey,” you said, and traced your foot gently along his leg, up, up, and up, until you could rest it on his crotch, pushing down not so gently with your heel. He hissed, and looked at you. “Isn’t that true, perfect boy?”

❄️ You left shortly after. To just get another drink, but he thought you left completely, so he wanted to head on his way home too. But God, he could not stop thinking about you. And your hand gripping his chin. And before he realised it he was leaning against a dark alley wall, sliding his hand in his pants. He was so, so drunk, he didn’t even properly realise what he was doing.

❄️ You heard the silent slapping sounds, and the closer you got, the clearer his whimpers were: “Y/N, ah, ah, please, um,” he whimpered and begged in little whispers, his head hanging low in the dark alley, one hand resting on the wall, facing it. Other hand in his pants, making wet sounds.

❄️ You turned him around, his eyes widened in shock, he did not hear or see you come. He wanted to apologise, or to ask what were you doing there, but you gave him no chance as you pushed him on the wall, and trapped his so much taller body between you and the wall.

❄️ You kissed him, and it was messy and hungry. You kept biting his bottom lip to a point it’d get swollen, you pulled on his hair, you kept gringing on his dick through the fabric of his pants and kept groaning, while he whined and begged you.

You grabbed his shoulders and forced him to move away from the wall. You leaned on it now, pushing your own pants down. “Get on your knees, Gepard.”

And he did, immediately, without a single hesitation. And he let you pull and tug with your hands and grind your hips against his mouth until you were a crying mess.

❄️ During days you’d scoff and glare at him, and give him nasty comments and call him worthless or useless, or a guard garbage, or you’d flirt and basically promise to fuck Sampo in front of him… but at nights you’d grab his hand and lead him to an alley, or to any tent around that at least had a pillow. And you’d do absolutely anything with him, just as you wanted.

❄️ He always whimpers. Always goes on his knees first, giving you pleasure, any pleasure you ask for. He’ll do it.

❄️ Fucks you really rough from all the frustration you build up in him.

❄️ Wants your hand around his throat, even if he’s the one fucking you and making you cry and sob and whimper, you’ll be the one choking him.

❄️ Goes slow and sloppy and messy and weak whenever you allow him to cum in you. He loves it so much, and holds your hips against his with his hands, enjoying the little moments you don’t glare at him, but beg him to go deeper in you.

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hereticdrws · 3 months

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it's a little specific, but was thinking about loser!mizu going with reader to a karaoke as official girlfriends (yay!) and discovering that reader was a massive theater kid in high school or something, seems in character to me lol

Karaoke

a/n: I loved this sm I rlly hope u like it 😭 I'm a sucker for loser mizu I need to write headcannons for her 😭

For texting akemi is pink you are purple

Word count:997

Warnings: swearing, alcohol mentioned, I think that's it? Lmk if I missed one

Mizu x reader enjoy ☺️

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The lights beamed across the floor of the karaoke bar, a small disco ball decorating the ceiling of the room, drenching the room in small flickering lights, the floor and the small platform was covered in confetti, probably from a previous party.

I looked around for my girlfriend who thankfully was right behind me, following me like a lost puppy.

"You good hon?" I yelled over the beating music of the speakers and whoever was singing

"Yeah I'm fine" She smiled, still a nervous blush adorned her cheeks and tip of her nose at the closeness of the crowd

We had been invited to a karaoke bar by taigen, akemi, and mizus best friend ringo after we had officially become girlfriends after months of dating and even more pining and flirting (though the flirting was more you while mizu did the blushing ;])

I grabbed her hand as we made our way to the bar, sending akemi a quick text that we had arrived and were grabbing drinks

Hey!! We're here js grabbing drinks what room r yall

We're in room 4 ☺️

Great well be there soon!

"Mizu! Their in room 4!" I yelled over to my girlfriend as she grabbed our drinks, I leaned over grabbing mine from her hand

"Great, are you ready?" She inquired

"Yeah! Cmon let's go!" I said radiating excitement.

We made our way through the crowd mizu grabbed my hand squeezing it, obviously uncomfortable with the overwhelming amount of people, I gently pulled her arm towards me, her front pressed against my back.

"You good baby?" I whisper yelled into her ear to ensure she could hear me

"Yeah, crowds just a little much" She sputtered, flashing me a small smile "let's just get to the room, I think it's upstairs

"Ok" I nodded at her, changing directions and heading towards the stairs, not letting go of her hand

Once we finally made it to the room I knocked to let akemi know we were there

"Y/n! Hey omg it's been to long" She squealed as she hugged me

"Its been 2 days" I laughed

"I know! Way to long" She said back with a giggle at the end as she moved over to hug mizu

"Oh mizu! Youre gonna love this! Don't worry" akemi said since mizu had always been the shyest of the group so obviously karaoke would send mizu into a spiral, I mean cmon, singing infront of people? Are you crazy? But she had been convinced somehow

As mizu and I followed akemi into the room, taigen was already belting his heart out to an katy perry song, clearly already very tipsy

"HI mizu" ringo smiled brightly at his bsf

"Hey" She smiled back, moving to sit next to him, dragging you lightly behind her by your intertwined hands

"Mizu! Cmon sing with me!!" Taigen yelled drunkenly at her

"No I'm good" She chuckled nervously, obviously very uncomfortable with the idea of singing katy perry I front of her brand new girlfriend

However that attitude changed the second te alcohol hit her system

2 hours later, 5 drinks in, and at least 17 songs later, mizu had been convinced to start singing, as I was laughing at taigens idiocy with akemi and ringo, mizu and taigen were searching for more songs to do

"The Heather's? Tf is that" taigen slurred, the alcohol had already hit his system awhile ago

"They have heathers?!?!" I practically jumped from my seat, rushing over to where my girl friend and taigen were sitting, pushing taigen away

"Oh my God no way I fucking love them!!" I said towards mizu

"You watched the heathers?" Mizu said, kind of thunderstruck

"Yes!! I used to be the biggest theater kid" I said vibrating with excitement as I looked ta the songs

Mizu just sat there with the biggest doe eyes looking up at me"What?" I laughed as I looked at her adorable shocked expression

"I didn't know you liked them" She mumbled looking away shyly her blush turning a bright red making her palms sweat

"Cmon! Sing with me!" I said as I turned on dead girl walking

We spent the rest of the time belting out lyrics and arguing about the best song/musical, and ofc my favorite was ride the cyclone while mizus was phantom of the opera

Once everyone was all tired out mizu and I headed toward my car

"So.." mizu started, something obviously on her mind

"So..." I said with a giggle bumping her

She let out a small laugh, her blush from earlier returning once more

"I didn't take you as a theater kid" She stumbled out

"No?" I laughed

"No definitely not" She laughed back

"Well aren't I just full of suprises" her blush deepening as I winked at her, throwing my arm around her neck, forcing her down a bit since she was very tall, leaving a few pecks on her cheek, finding it oh so amusing as to watch her blush become deeper and deeper turning her into a tomato

"Alright alright cmon we gotta get home" She stuttered out

"Whatever you say Rudolph" I winked and laughed at her annoyed expression, opening the passenger door for her

We rode home with the ride the cyclone soundtrack on low as I told her all about the plays I did in middle school and high school

"No way you were in a Beetlejuice play you're fucking with me" She said with a laugh

"I'm not!" I giggled at her punching her lightly

"What part?" She said through her laughter

"Lydia deetz!!" I said still laughing along with her

"No way you got a lead part”

“I did!!”

Once we got home and changed into pajamas, I put on beetle juice and we spent the rest of our night cuddled up watching our favs

"Goodnight Rudolph" I mumbled sleepily with a subtle smirk adorning my face

"Goodnight my little theater kid" She said right back

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Thank you for reading I hope yall liked this ☺️

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #bes mizu #mizu #bes x reader #blue eye samurai x reader

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lunar-years · 8 months

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Roy’s been so obsessed with Jamie the whole time, actually. Keeley ‘s a little bit weird about him too.

- While flirting with Keeley in the press room, trying to get her to give him a second chance “Because I like you more than I hate him”

- Keeley being turned on by Jamie offering an inkling of vulnerability after showing up at her door

- “Every time I wanna kiss my girlfriend, I can’t stop thinking about Jamie fucking Tartt”

- In the middle of making out with Keeley, literally on top of her after he’s just walked in on her masturbating, “What did you tell the prince prick of all pricks about going back to Richmond?”

- Jamie thinking Roy and Keeley started dating just to make him jealous which. Well. Keeley technically had sex with Jamie to get back at Roy in Season 1

I’m probably missing some moments but They Are Just So Weird About Each Other. And in retrospect, the love triangle angle could’ve been done soooo much better. I hate that Jamie’s apology for the video leak is diminished when he tells Roy about it in the bar, but I do understand it shows their character regression and serves a greater purpose for Roy’s arc. And maybe it’s an unpopular opinion, but it would’ve been more interesting if Keeley and Jamie had sex after he apologized in S3 (although the hug was really sweet).

idk why but the way you worded it "Keeley's a little bit weird about him too" actually made me laugh out loud lmao. Thank you for that anon. I think Keeley ALSO being unhinged about Jamie is something that is underrated!

I think my favorite is the scene where Keeley masturbates to Roy's retirement presser because the whole thing is SO 'Jamie is the third person in the room right now even though he is not actually here in the room.' Like. Let's compile the Evidence in that scene alone:

Keeley's vulnerability kink is activated so hard by Jamie having traced her to her coffee shop to seek her advice specifically that she immediately goes home to have a wank about it. Except she can't wank to Jamie can she? That would be bad because she's In a Committed Relationship. So she pulls out her old reliable Roy vulnerability video to wank to that instead. (Already it's pretty crazy.)

But then Roy comes home and Keeley tells him how hot she finds him when he's vulnerable, suggests again he take a chance on the pundit job and then uses JAMIE AS THE COMPARISON. literally fully well knowing how Roy can Get about Jamie Tartt, she's on about 'Jamie is brave.' 'At least Jamie is trying to get better.' 'YOU'RE JUST LIKE JAMIE.' i mean, GIRL?? insane. this is all after being walked in on mid-wank mind you.

In midst of all that, let's queue up another super sexy roykeeley kiss. at this point the conversation has MOVED ON. only for roy to BRING JAMIE UP AGAIN. 'what did you tell the prince prick of all pricks?' WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW ROY. whyyy are you still thinking about him. unbidden. as you are right in the midst of foreplay with your girlfriend.

Insanity on all sides of the triangle ❤️

But all of your examples are spot on and I fully think the weirdness about one another started even before any of that and got FAR WEIRDER from s3 and beyond. For instance, Keeley in the season one bar scene openly getting turned on by Roy with Jamie right there... one could argue that she was already leaning towards trading in Jamie for a nicer model but frankly. I think girl was angling for a threesome even then. And good for her!

Keeley and Jamie sleeping together after he came to apologize would've been a MESS. I would love to read a fic of that!

Part of what is so fun to me about the three of them canonically ending the series single is that the possibilities and configurations for smooshing them all together remain endless. maybe they all three figured it out at the same time and got together in a very romantic and cute and non-angsty way. BUT. if you want to be messy. roykeeley or jamiekeeley or royjamie can get together first, and whichever one is left out can just absolutely without a doubt be Going Through It. Meanwhile things aren't going fully well for the couple, and it's far from bad but they still can't get it RIGHT because it still feels like something (hint: someone) is missing. The someone who is currently off to the side thinking they aren't good enough aren't lovable aren't ever going to be okay again but at least their favorite two people are happy :( without them :( :( glorious

#royjamiekeeley #asks #ted lasso

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I absolutely adore reading your thoughts on txf, would you mind talking a little bit about the early s2 MSR dynamic? Because, for me, along with the s6 ship teasing it’s easily the most romantic period in the whole show. The flirting, the ✨ yearning ✨, the teasing. You know when it’s so obvious that two people have fallen for each other, and it’s only a matter of time before they start acting on those feelings? That’s the vibe that early s2 gives me.

thank you so much, that's really kind!!

i love season 6 & season 2 so much. they both have their own brand of angst & longing and they're so special.

mulder and scully are really best friends by the end of season 1. it takes so long for them to describe each other as "friend" — they're partners, but they both know they are important to each other.

little green men is especially my favorite here, like. the way they kick off the season and reintroduce us to mulder & scully is kind of brilliant. because they're not partners right now, they're assigned separately and it's so hard for them. mulder is always kind of monotone, but dd somehow still injects so much into. (like his facial expressions.) and there's something about this opening voiceover that feels very different from his others, to me.

we see mulder bored out of his mind, despondent. the x files were his entire life. they're all he cares about (because of samantha), and now scully too.

the first scene with scully kind of crushes me. i think i've posted about it before but !!!

scully has always felt a connection to the dead. she tells their stories, seeks justice for them. she's so aware that they are people. they lived and loved and dreamed and cried and feared. it only became more acute as she worked with mulder.

she's returned to teaching and here, she's overcome with those thoughts. she feels she has to pass this on to her students. they need to understand that every case is about people. they need to hold on to the human aspect, rather than letting it harden & disconnect them.

and then one of her students uses the word "spooky" about her. the first time she heard "mrs. spooky" she was kind of shaken. she had seen other agents be rough with mulder, she knew it wasn't the most friendly moniker. (i like to think in the pilot, she thought "spooky" was kind of silly. like he was a brilliant profiler, it's a kind of science. he's a good agent. that isn't spooky. it's hard work.) but in squeeze, she saw up close the mockery of it. the assumptions people made, but she worked with him. he's on the victim's side and that's where she wants to be. i fully believe part of her is trying to impart this on her students.

then. when he doesn't see her in the hall at work, walks right past her with no recognition...she decides to do something. they're friends, he's still her partner.

she's relieved when he makes a joke. (i love them)

she told him he looked like deep throat when he was approaching her in the dark...like toe testing his state of mind.

scully has some understanding that they are being watched: she had to write reports specifically on the validity of the x files & mulder's investigations, she found the bug in the pen in e.b.e., they took precautions with false trails and they have a signal to meet covertly. she took the precautions, she's been extra cognizant of her surroundings. all this because she just wants to make sure her friend is okay, and he's busy worrying about putting her in danger.

she is so worried about him. she doesn't want mulder to give up and it seems like he has, but he ends up confiding in her that he's struggling to believe & hope, worrying that he's crazy.

i love the way she responds. she reminds him of what's kept him going, that he has seen so much. scully doesn't believe his memories, or in aliens, but she believes in mulder. in his compassion, in his determination, in his cause, in his ability to keep searching.

i think this is the first time we see him doubt his memories, his course. and scully, even with her skeptic role, has a role to fill. when he can't find hope, she tries to guide him to it. she knows how important it is.

"even if george hale only saw elves in his mind, the telescope still got built. don't give up." this line reminds me of the end of quagmire: "well there's still hope. that's why these stories have endured. people want to believe."

scully loves mulder's belief, or determination to believe, so much. it is a precious part of him she wants to protect. hope & belief are powerful things, and they're both so hard to hold onto. the way they help each other is beautiful. i've always found this aspect of their relationship incredibly romantic. not necessarily in a traditional sense but it's all so personal. the intimacy with which they share sacred parts of themselves, in a way they haven't shared it with others. i don't know if i've posted this, but i think there's an inherent romance when you're getting to know someone. in that phase, you don't really know where it's going, and wherever it does go (a friendship or romantic relationship) doesn't really matter. that's what was happening in season one, and their work made them forge a bond built on respect and fused them together. in season two, they now have so many shared experiences.

season one is all about scully following mulder. season two is more like mulder following scully. not as literally as scully follows him, but she tells him "next time we meet out in the open" and it's decided. he listens to her. (and later, he invites her on all of his cases. until he's abducted. and he almost follows her to the grave before she's truly gone. it becomes about protecting her, and trying to do that while respecting her, following her lead on coming back to work, what she can handle, what she needs to do like irresistible, and supporting her. it's different but also not so different to how she follows him, protects him, supports him.)

they're separated because of the fbi, not because she left him. she didn't abandon him. but mulder wasn't going to keep dragging her down. here, scully makes the choice and that's something he has never experienced before. mulder isn't used to this, and he doesn't understand, but it's something he craves his entire life without really knowing what he was craving. it's real love & respect & belief & care. he has to follow her too. he has to let her in. he can't lose her.

literally the way he was avoiding her, protecting scully from himself & the conspiracy. but that doesn't matter to her. mulder is what matters to her, their relationship. they need each other and they love each other and they are best friends, voiced or not.

immediately after this meeting, mulder disappears. skinner questions scully about his whereabouts, only tells skinner about seeing mulder in the hallway, nothing about the clandestine meeting.

i *love* this. skinner knows scully wouldn't be worried if she knew. she immediately offered to help in a professional capacity, but these two have never fooled anyone. no one knows the nature of their relationship, and they can't because mulder & scully refuse to give it any name for so long.

csm knows scully will find mulder, but he still doesn't understand what a force scully is. he claims to never underestimate mulder, but he definitely underestimated scully.

she starts looking into it herself, regardless of skinner asking her for help or not. she figures out his password, takes the evidence right out from under other agents.

meanwhile, their meeting reinvigorated mulder. he's searching for the truth of those transmissions. he is recording himself, talking to scully directly, down in puerto rico.

he's describing jorge's body to scully, giving observations he's heard her give a hundred times.

(something here about how he looks *frightened* to death and scully proliferating about the person's memories & life before they end up dead on their autopsy table)

and scully, she's working on getting to him. she knows she's being followed and leaves false trails for the agents trying to track him down. just like they did in e.b.e. and i just don't even have words for that. she's learned so much from him. before, scully was confident she wasn't being followed. but the second skinner came to her about him, she kept up with every precaution and more.

when she catches up to him. you know the scene.

mulder: they came, scully. the ones that took her. they were here

scully: here, or here?

they're PRECIOUS. scully was so worried about him, finds him unconscious on the floor, terrified he was dead. touching him to reassure herself, doctoring him for the feeling of safety it gives her. but her mulder is back and she's relieved — even as they have to flee.

the way he so slowly, carefully, intentionally says "i still have my work...and i've still got you...and i still have myself." mulder understands exactly what scully was telling him. partners or not, she is with him, always. it's hard for him to accept, but he needs her. she saved him in so many ways just in this episode alone.

there was so much yearning in this brief separation and scully bridged the gap. she didn't let it end just because the bureau split them up. and who is mulder to refuse her?

#txf s2 #mulder and scully #the x files #little green men #i will reblog to write about the other episodes lolllll #i literally had to get on a computer to add the last three pictures #becuase i refused to delete any and they needed to be included #anyway #hope this is what you were looking for <3 #txf meta

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as promised it’s DEEP DIVE TIME BABY!!!

chapter 29 here’s my thoughts and things i noticed!!

first things first I WAS MENTIONED AGAIN!!! love to know i’m just roaming about in this universe fucking around. love how i was warned tho very nice!

i loved that when remus saw reader he immediately went “oh thank god HERE!!” like he trusts her skills enough to know that if anyone could do it it’s her like the whole “if anyone can do it,it’s you luv” LIKE OK I SEE YOU WITH THE NICKNAMES 🤭 but the trust not only remus but peter has in reader shows how their relationship has grown since they’ve met and i think it’s so cute how quickly she was accepted into the group!

also PETER HAS A DATE?!?? MY BABY!! (specifically your peter tho i only like your peter) I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT HOW THE DATE WENT AND WHO IT WAS WITH!!!

AND READER BEING SEEKER FOR THE NEXT MATCH?!??? OH I CANT WAIT FOR THAT!! I CAN SEE THE TENSION AND EXCITEMENT THATS GONNA BE IN THE CHAPTER!! I KNOW READER IS GONNA PULL THROUGH AND FUCK EVERYONE OVER!! (barty and evan cough cough)

and reader having survivors guilt? she’s so me i hate watching people get hurt when i could have stopped it or tried to help! idk maybe it has something to do with me hating the feeling of being weak. like as a woman it’s hard to be seen as strong and competent so having men fight your battles against other men never feels as satisfying as the woman beating HIS ASS TO OBLIVION!!!

anyways! reader being selfless as always taking the punishment so james can have his little date with lily. love her with everything i have.

but remus offering to take james spot instead of reader but when sirius asks for remus to take his spot he flat out just goes “hell nah” his love language for both reader and sirius are so different yet so similar? like you can tell remus and sirius are obviously closer and so remus has no problem denying a request from him. but with reader he’s just met her and hasn’t figured out the boundaries of their relationship yet (friendships are still relationships) like how far he can go to tease her or what she’s comfortable with and not. don’t get me wrong for the amount of time they have known each other remus knows a LOT about her like mannerisms and her thought process but there’s still more for him to learn! like just how far she’s willing to go! (i have no idea if any of that made sense i’m sorry)

DIFFERENT TOPIC!!! READER FLIRTING WITH REMUS!!! even if it was as james i need more of reader teasing or like “jokingly” flirting with remus!!! please on my knees!!! honestly tho i do feel like reader teasing remus about the blindfold and him being “kinky” shows how comfortable she’s getting with him! like it took her awhile to get like that with sirius but once she started she never stoped and i want to see more of these with her and rem.

also reader wearing boxers? homegirl stays prepared! i swear she’s literally so smart! and clever i will never shut up about it. like the way she thinks ahead has saved her in so many different situations! clever little fox 🥰

love love love reader getting jealous with the thought of sirius flirting with other girls! (i think she should show him why that’s a terrible idea WHAT?!?? WHO SAID THAT?!???)

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

reader as james calling mcgonagall minnie had me crying oh i know she was embarrassed (it’s ok tho because i would want to call her minnie too 😔)

I NEED MORE OF READER BEING INTIMIDATING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! i live for intimidating reader! i eat that shit up! love to see men cower to a powerful woman!!! RAAAHHHH WOMEN!!!!

the whole random chick asking sirius to go to hogsmeade as if he doesn’t already have a girlfriend is crazy! like how are you gonna try and be a home wrecker??? the audacity to yell at james/reader i would be mad for james to because how do you have all of that attitude? like damn.

but i want to say this i know sirius and remus are gonna get together but i feel like right now their relationship is screaming “remus lupin wouldn’t mind liking boys if it didn’t mean liking sirius black. sirius black wouldn’t mind liking remus lupin if it didn’t mean liking a boy.” ya know? i thought of that when sirius was having his little sexuality crisis with reader being a boy

can i say this enough? MORE REMUS SIRIUS AND READER INTERACTIONS!!! i need them! i need remus and reader teaming up antagonist sirius! i need remus and reader having this wordless communication! i need reader and sirius to spend more time with remus! i need more remus freaking out over sirius! i need more of them together! I NEEEEDDD ITTTT

can’t stop thinking about how remus noticed reader was turning back and tried to stop her from getting hurt. how closely he was paying attention in order to notice that in the first place. how i can imagine him just admiring reader and sirius and noticing readers demeanor change slightly just enough for him to realize the potions effects were disappearing. yeah. can’t stop thinking about it.

gonna go to bed tonight dreaming i’m laying in bed with sirius and listening to remus read me the godfather. we all just cuddle together in a mess of limbs while remus’ voice lulls us to sleep. yeah….gonna dream about that.

ok that was my thoughts on this chapter. lord is it long? probably im sorry 😭 i can’t wait for the next chapter!!! literally in love with your writing! like i want it tattooed in my brain.

OK IM GONE!!!

Right? Peter is such a weird character bc we know what's gonna happen to him in the future and we know what he's supposed to do, but I still felt it necessary to flesh him out? Especially if Sirius eventually suggests using him as a secret keeper instead because let's be honest, they must have trusted him heavily to make that happen and it was really important for me to let that be seen. How much did he change due to his cowardice?

Remus and nicknames are a thing, he's always using them on her, but I bet he's gonna use them even further as time goes by and they become closer o each other. Who knows? He might start teasing him just as much as she teases him.

I freaking love your excitement! And there's definitely going to be something very interesting happening in Chapter 30. Remember who's the Slytherin Seeker.

It 100% makes sense! Remus still has a lot to learn about her and it's part of the beauty of it. The realisticness of their relationship developing lays heavily on this, especially on those occasions in which Remus notices shit Sirius doesn't and at other times, he sees things that Vixen doesn't know about Sirius, bc he's known him for longer.

Like in this case, he's offering to help because he knows Vixen's arm is hurt and still feels guilty because of it, he doesn't want her to overwork. Meanwhile, with Sirius, he knows he's more than fine, and that he's just trying to get away from it by using his charm like he always does, which is why he flat-out refuses. Remus fell for Sirius' winning smile enough times in his first and second year, and our poor boy didn't even know why he wanted to help Sirius with his homework so much.

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

I loved doing this because she really was all "Don't underestimate me, I can do anything a man can," and then they throw her in the dirty loo and she's like "I fucked up." This would soooo happen to me. I LOOOVE strong independent woman, if you haven't noticed, I always try to have her keep that personality with her. In fact, one of her character faults is that she struggles to accept help from others because she too, doesn't like being perceived as weak. And sometimes it's hard to understand that, needing help on some things isn't a weakness, but rather inherently human.

This really is them in every universe. And regarding Zia, I wanted to put her in there because well, the subject of adding Remus is already delicate enough. And that thin line between the three being in love with each other and cheating, is something I wanted to explore further. There will be no cheating on GC because I do not condone that at all and I value honesty above all, but I thought adding that bit of contrast in there was important.

Also just a mini reminder of what a hot shot Sirius is bc hot damn he's a total catch!

My man's so in love it borderlines on obsession and it's hard bc good god he's in love with his two best friends who are also dating each other, how much more miserable must he be?

Dear lord, I also wish I could have Rem read to me asleep! He's just so sweet and soft and I feel like he would do narrations masterfully! Sidenote: Audible has a version of "The Portrait of Dorian Grey" narrated by Ben Barnes and it's the loveliest thing in the world, sometimes I go to bed and pretend it's Sirius reading to me.

I LOOOOOVE your analysis, you don't understand how much! Truly, they give me a whole week's highlight! They're so much fun to read and see how you dissect things that are deep within my brain. Things that happen in the story that I hadn't even gone into such depth but somehow knew? It's soooo cool because it lets me know how much of the story us coming across like I wanted it to come across and it really, truly, brings me joy. You always make me all blushie (இ﹏இ)/♡

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carebeartherese · 7 months

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My live reactions to Loki season two ep 5:

-WOOOO HERE WE GO

-running through the recap

-Im actually scared for this episode srsly

-oooo the almost silent intro

-ALIVE???

-he is angelic fr

-where is everyone???

-did they go back to their timelines??

-Im loving these continued camera shots

-pie room??

-TIME SLIPPING

-oh shit

-:0 double Loki

-hello?

-time slipping is just an excuse for Loki to flip his hair like the hoe he is /pos

-time loop???

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHY IS EVERYTHING COMING APART

-SHIT

-oop there’s the theme

-prison??

-CASEY?????

-WHAT THE HELL

-oh hes escapin

-where are they i wonder

-a boat prison??

-no not again dude Loki can’t handle this

-ALCATRAZ????

-his name ain’t Frank lmfao

-oh it’s the BOAT PLACE

-dude why are we back in the tva

-:0 SHIT NEW YORK 2012

-Aw b15 is such a great doctor I love her

-MOBIUS WHAT ARE YIU DOING

-living his dream

-who tf is don

-also his son??? No thank you

-LOKI GO SEE YOUR MAN

-this is so unserious

-LOKI IS SO CUTE ABOUT MOBIUS

-Mobius is adorable

-SINGLE DAD???

-FUCK YEA

-ooo 1994

-OB!!!!

-hes so silly

-awww he just wants to sell his books

-hes a writer <333

-in his bunker???

-ITS JUST LIKE HIS LAB

-dude ob will believe anything that happens to him

-the sons of who??

-ob is so adorable with his little “hey”

-dammit

-none of that made sense OB

-cannot control the time slipping

-oooo true

-LOKI = TEMPAD

-to save his friends

-oh yea shit kang is coming aint he

-control it Loki!!!!

-nope

-you look like you’re trying to take a shit

-there is no controlling time

-OB WE DONT SHOCK PEOPLE

-OR WHATEVER THAT WAS

-stop psychoanalizing

-go to the pie room

-GET THE BAND BACK TOGETHER

-oh that’s actually kind of smart

-ob is adorable and I love him and his tism

-oh fuck there he goes

-TO MOBIUS AGAIN!!

-he sucks at taking the trash out

-yea Kevin

-these kids are literally adorable

-don’t burn down the house pls

-“HELLO”

-these guys are so awkward

-just kiss srsly

-WAIT THEY ARE SO CUTE

-HES SUCH A SALESMAN

-wife long gone????

-cause of the gay

-is he flirting??

-are jet skis flirting????

-mobius really thinks lokis crazy

-OB HI

-none of this makes sense

-awww the way he grabbed Mobius

-dude theyre so gay

-they need to just kiss already fr

-yea your kids will be fine mobius I swear

-hes just a suburb dad

-this is a little heartbreaking but also gay tbh

-IKR IT IS A COOL NAME

-B15!!!! Come with!!!!

-CASEY FUCK YEA

-ESCAPE

-where’s sylvie?

-mobius looks shook

-and Casey trusts no one the little thief

-mobius/don is he flirting with Casey/Frank

-I love sylvie but she always gets angry and fucks shit up

-please leave her out of this one

-WAIT WHAT

-HOW DOES SHE KNOW YOU

-wait till it back

-fuck get that time slipping under control

-sylvie with her lesbian fit and her mullet

-ok but Loki loves mobius and doesn’t wanna loose him

-uncaring queen

-I mean she wants to live

-damnnnnn

-WAIT CALL HIM OUT

-WHAT DOES HE WANT

-FALSE

-HE WANTS MOBIUS SRSLY

-oh come on Marvel be more specific

-of course he doesn’t wanna be alone

-don’t make this romantic again pls

-NO WE ARENT

-his story is with mobius tho!!!

-Casey is such a weird ass hardened criminal

-mobius stop trying to sell shit to people

-Loki you are so babygirl

-NO WHAT ABOUT THE GANG

-I don’t understand anything anymore

-is sylvie flirting with record shop guy??????

-THE VELVET UNDERGROUND

-HOLY SHIT

-literally what is happening rn

-whos this guy in the back

-oh he disappeared????

-why’s shit disappearing????

-NOOOO

-THE TIMELINES DECAYING

-OH GOD NO!!!

-NOT HOT RECORD SHOP GUY

-and she’s gone

-so is the timeline

-Loki is so sad and lonely

-MOBIUS KISS HIM PLS

-HE NEEDS TLC

-NOT TRUE

-a timeline just died for some reason

-Loki was just waiting for this opportunity

-CASEY DAMMIT SRSLY

-OH FUCK NO

-WAIT EVERYONE COME BACK

-NO MOBIUS PLEASE

-OH GOD NOT PLEASE NOT KNTO THE DARK

-THIS VERY BAD DREAM

-oh shit Loki use them timeslipping powers

-GO BACK IN TIME

-YOU CAN DO THIS BBG

-ITS ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS

-oh come on dont give me that fuckin cliffhanger

#Loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #loki episode 5 #mobius m mobius #loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #hunter b15 #casey loki #ouroboros loki

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motogp rpf survey - results (part three)

When I did the survey, I asked people about the concepts that they would like to be able to read in this fandom. I went through all the answers and classified them by categories. When it made more sense, I separated some answers in various lines. The "contexts" section is supposed to be more precise ideas than the "general" category but to be quite honest, both categories are similar.

Under the cut, you will find ideas for the following categories :

general

contexts

rosquez

vale

vr46 riders

other specific pairings

general

I’d love to see more AUs.

some sci-fi / fantasy, sports AUs

Anything action/adventure with angst like a spy au or smth OR a normal/no motogp au…..maybe rider/mechanic au….TWO mechanics au….other sports au….

Asexuality and polyamory

different soulmate aus like red string of fate, first words, etc. etc. and maybe wish baby aus (see: hockey rpf)

Fake relationship because that's great always

coming from the f1rpf fandom i think i was very spoiled with the mass of fics that exist and the length of some of them and that what i am kind of missing i loove a good slowburn or long fics general and motogp doesn‘t have a lot of those (i know very big coming from someone that doesn‘t write themselfes) i just love being able to explore the relationships in fics very thorough (be it romantic or platonic) like yes give me the pining, the weird flirting attemts, the award first dates (or morning after), the reactions of friends/family to them, give me all of that and more imagine something like „everything changes“ (i hope you are familiar it is basically a f1 fic that outlived both drivers careers and its 5mio words long) of course it doesn‘t have to be in that extent but like going through their entire carrers (together and apart) and seeing how the relationship changes (would work really well with rozquez or pedronzo but also with so many others)

Full long fics

I’d also love more sports aus in general!

Magic Realism

Maybe some kine of soulmate fic? I feel like the writers don’t write about it and if they wrote it is left unfinished -and this is not a dig for them but it is just an observation-, also this one is just for me but as someone who LOVES angst and hurt/no comfort I realised there isn’t a lot of hurt/no comfort but this is only me who loves to cry over fics 😂

More A/B/O stuff or maybe AU where riders (mainly MotoGP riders) have normal jobs and are the guardians or adopted parents of riders in the lower categories

more fluff!

more of the riders being normal people (obviously they are not but like normal people jobs). i think a normal person job contrasted with a decidingly not normal love story would be good. maybe some espionage i would like that as well.

More poly relationships maybe?

Not exactly concepts, but I do think we deserve some long 100k+ word fics! I love shorter single-chaptered fics but sometimes a slow burn is required Also maybe I'm a weirdo pervert sicko but there isn't enough PWP (on ao3 at least). Someone get on that please <3 for me <3

Pure domestic fluff, aus like college/office

this fandom needs more internalized homophobia discussion!! these men are all catholic ik it would be crazy in the brain space for everyone. also marc choking kink tine travel or body swap aus

Oh i like silly fics too, something light and funny and a bit crack is always welcomed! Also text fics, they're great (forgot to put them in the tropes i like, so here). A silly little text fic with a riders group chat could be very funny. Also like i mentioned before, amnesia fics and injury/feelings revelation fics work so well for motogp rpf, id love to see more.

Vampire AU (because I really liked that in 'a few leaps of faith)

I really like genderbending and the challanges being a woman in moto would bring

contexts

Carnivorous circuits for sure.

I'm a sucker for Single dad/kid fics and AUs in general. I also kinda like it when one person is famous/a rider and the other one isnt

Street racing. It's more of a car thing, but I'm sure motorcycles do a similar thing. I'm a suckered for au's like that and I haven't seen nearly enough in the motorsport community as a whole, not the mention motogp has like...none (that I've found at least)

Okay next, i always love a good football au! Any pairing okay, football au are just the best. Long fic, ficlet, national teams, local teams, rivals, teammates... Everything is great <3

rosquez

a long canonverse rosquez from vale’s POV

A lot of the rosquez content I've seen has been post-reunion which is of course lovely but I would love to see more stuff set pre-Sepang...exploration of the ways their relationship was already a little toxic...foreshadowing galore...I Would Like To See It

More rosquez post reunion. Further exploration of agnst-crrnt's rosquez time jumping fic.

If anyone writes the Rosquez baby AU at some point I will be eternally grateful!Longggg vale/Marc from Marc’s rookie season through to vale’s retirement

UH. Well first one is very basic, the more rosquez reconciliation fics there are, the more i will be happy lol. It would be very interesting also to see more Vale dealing with his internalized homophobia (which he definitely has) and the crippling fear he has when it comes to Marc (basically lets get Vale to therapy lmao), and a bit more of how Marc was conflicted with his desire to be with his idol and the desire to be him, and also his feelings after all the injuries and the horrible honda year, like the conflict again with the desire to win and the need to be cared for (put him in therapy too lol). So like, Rosquez reconciliation where they still are two little shits (affectionate) but older and wiser (author sended them to therapy holding them at gunpoint).

Vale and marc as teammates, age gap between various stuff, power dynamics between people, especially between mentors or menteesvale/marc being teleported into a universe where they never argued and seeing what it could have been

just general rosquez reconciliation

vale

hmmm dad vale bc him being a girl dad has my whole heart

The enigma that was young Rossi‼️

vr46 riders

Lots of vr46 academy au's where they have special powers? Personally I would also love some darker stuff too.

Relationships between the VR46 riders. They’ve spent so much time together since they were young and the dynamic isn’t talked about enough. Also, someone please write about the hero worship they have for Vale, the synthesizing of this god like figure they’ve grown up admiring to the very flesh and blood man they’ve come to know.

vr46 harem au

other specific pairings

Dani and Jorge get banged by Vale together

I would like to read more about the marc/Fabio relationship post 2020, especially in relation to the physical and mental difficulties that marc had to face

i would love more aleix poli content we talk a lot abt his boyfriends but it ends up only talk ! let that man fuck all his guys !!!!

I'd love more Marc/Fabio fics. I think their relationship could be a little bit like Marc/Vale but not as passionate and destructive.

marquezcest

pedrenzo arranged marriage au that is 50k but lives only in my head………

Then i have this idea of a Luca/Bezz guardian angel au, where luca is the angel assigned to bez and bez is his usual self who is VERY HARD to keep alive (and he really gets on Luca's nerves at first, cause luca is the type who reads all the manuals and gets the maximum score at text and all of that and little chaotic bez just... doesn't make sense to him). I will never write it cause i'm not a writer, but i want to put this prompt out to the world cause i'd love it so much if someone felt inspired by it!

Okay last thing (i'm sure there is PLENTY more but i don't have so much space lol), a Tony/Fabio full story would make my day, it doesn't even to be long, i'd just be happy to read more about them <3

#motogp #valentino rossi #marc marquez #rpf #motogp rpf survey #motogprpfsr #maybe this can give inspiration to some people #this was fairly interesting to read through

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mrs-santoss · 1 year

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Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Three

Summary:

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

The first month went amazing. I'm looking forward to continue working here as long as I can. I made a lot friends from work, but I grew very close with Neymar and Kylian specifically. My situation with Neymar became more and more complicated. I sometimes find myself waking up early in the morning just to get at work early and have a chance to chat with him before work starts, he's always five or ten minutes early everyday. We've been flirting back and forth a lot. I was invited to his house and Kylian's house for movie nights or game nights with friends a few times.

When I started hanging out with the guys outside of work, I got to know them more personally. Neymar is such a caring person, Kylian on the other hand is very positive and funny. I have to admit, I caught feelings for Neymar. I'm not sure about him, though. At first, he seemed interested in me, now he's more distant. Not that he ignores me or anything, in fact, he makes sure to invite me every weekend to hang out with the group. But, he just doesn't flirt with me as much anymore. I was pulled out of my day dream by a touch in the shoulder, I jumped a little. "Heyy, pretty. What are you thinking about?" Kylian gives me a quick kiss on the head and sits next to me on the bench. "Hey, Ky. Nothing, I'm just a little tired. I slept late last night." "Why? What kept you awake?" "It's nothing important. Whatcha doin?" I try to change the subject, but he can see right through me. "Y/N, I've known you enough to know when you're lying. You're not a very good liar." We pause for a moment. He tries not to push me too much, but still wants to know what's bothering me. "Is this about Neymar?" he asks and I freeze. "What do you mean?" "Oh, you know what I mean. You guys flirt with each other all the time." "Well, not anymore." I confess to him. "So that's what this is about. Y/N, I've spoken to Neymar about this a couple times, he just feels like you're not interested in him that way. Maybe, you should let him know that." "Kylian, I'm not a very confident person. I can't just go up to him and ask him out, what if things get weird and this ruins the friendship between us, between the three of us, actually?" "Don't worry about it too much. Besides, I don't think you can continue like this for much longer. I'm sure your feelings will grow more and more each day." "I can't risk it, Ky. Not this time. Not again." "What do you mean?" "I've had a complicated situation in the past. That's why I try to avoid falling for my friends."

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me to his chest.

"I'm not really sure what you went through, but I don't think it's the same situation. I will be there for you guys on whatever you decide to do. Btw, you would make a hot as couple, trust me" he says and manages to make me laugh. "You're crazy. You know that, right? Thank you, Ky." "Anytime, pretty! I have to go now, see you around" he gives me a quick kiss on the head and releases me from the hug to leave.

"Bye, Ky" ____________________________ Someone knocks on my office door. I tell them to come in. Neymar peaks his head inside and gives me a smile before he comes in all the way and closes the door. He's here for a quick check up for his injured leg. "Hey, Ney! How are we today? Any pain or discomfort?" I ask him and stand up to make my way to the bed where he laid. "Hi, Y/N. No, everything is okay. I think it's completely healed at this point." I take off his shoe and examine his ankle. Everything seems okay. I ask him a couple questions about it and take notes on my notepad. "Great! I think you're good to go. You shouldn't be experiencing any troubles in your next game. Obviously, I will be there for you if anything happens, but normally it shouldn't bother you." "That's great to hear. Thank you, honey. Hey, btw, have you forgotten about the game night tonight at my place? Kylian, Thiago, Sarah, you and I will be playing Fifa and having a couple of beers tonight." I had forgotten about it for a second due to the overload of work, but I remembered it as soon as he mentioned it. We spoke about it yesterday during lunch. "Oh, right. No worries, I will be there. I might be a few minutes late because I lost the bet with Sarah, so I need to cook something to bring to the party" I tell him and we both laugh at that memory of yesterday. "Sure, I'll wait for you, I mean, We, We'll wait for you" he says stuttering.

"Great, thank you, Ney." _________________________ I ring the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer it for me. I doubt anyone is hearing it over the loud music, but the plates are getting heavy on my hands, so I ring it a couple times. Kylian opens the door and reaches his hands out to me for the plates. "Thank you, Ky. I see you started the party without me" we give each other a quick kiss on the cheek before we head inside. "Everyone got here a few minutes ago, we're making drinks" We walk into the kitchen and my eyes immediately land on this girl I don't know. She was talking to Neymar. I always hated jealousy as a feeling. It drove me fucking crazy. He's not even mine and I'm already jealous. Neymar notices me and walks over to hug me. "Hi, Y/N. Glad you made it. We had some last minute changes, this is my friend, Sierra." The blonde girl gives me a dirty look through her smile and walks over to say hi. Great, I already don't like her. How is it possible that I only met her a couple seconds ago and I can already tell what kind of person she is.

"Hi, Sierra. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you" "Hi, Y/N. Nice to meet you too" she gives me a quick fake smile and immediately turns to Neymar. "Hey, Ney. Can you teach me how to play right now before everyone gathers around the TV?" "Yeah, sure. Go wait for me in the living room."

I walk away from the situation and join Kylian who is unwrapping the plates I brought putting them on other serving plates. I decided to help him. He gives me a concerning look I can't really read. "The food looks amazing. You're a great cook. I think this should be your thing about our parties." I stay silent. I'm not listening to a word he's saying. My mind was still at that Sierra girl with Neymar. I have no right to act bitchy, I mean, he's my friend and nothing else. But, come on. This is our thing. Our party. I hear laughing coming from the living room.

"Y/N? Are you even listening to me?" Kylian touches my shoulder, bringing me to reality. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Of course!" "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" "No, I didn't. Sorry, Ky."

Thiago calls Kylian to help him send the drinks to the living room. I reach out and grab a shot from the tray. Thiago gives me a look, but continues on. I take the shot like water and pull out the bottle to fill another one. Everyone is at the living room at this point, I'm the only one left in the kitchen who's supposed to bring the last plates and join them. I need to use the bathroom first, so I make my way to the bathroom that's the closest to the kitchen. I can hear voices coming from the office next to the bathroom. The door was slightly cracked. I can hear Neymar's and Kylian's voice. "I didn't know she was going to be here, I haven't seen her in ages." "You need to do something about it, Y/N clearly looks hurt." "How do you know that, Kylian?" "I just do, Neymar. Okay? You need that girl-"

I heard footsteps so I had to run into the bathroom, I couldn't hear what Kylian was about to say. Wow. I shouldn't have eavesdropped, that's against my nature. Does Neymar know I have feelings for him? Why did he sound like he doesn't care about my opinion on that Sierra girl if he has feelings for me too, like Kylian says? I stay there in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. The shots I took clearly unbalanced me, making me dizzy. I don't even care anymore. I'm worried about how will I survive the next 3-4 hours with that girl being here. I finish my business and leave the bathroom. Once I walk into the living room, I can see everyone already on their seats. The boys had come to the living room before me. I usually sit between Ney and Ky or next to Sarah. The first option was outside the window since Sierra had taken my place. So, I sit next to Sarah who gives me a concerning look. "Y/N, are you okay, honey? You look dizzy, are you drunk already?" "No, I'm okay. I only took I shot while I was preparing the food in the kitchen." She finds this weird but decides to brush it off. We start taking turns on playing Fifa. I used to play Fifa before I met the guys, but now I do it religiously every weekend with them. I'm pretty good at it. I don't know how the universe managed to make me go against Sierra on my next game. I take the controller and prepare myself to play. I forgot to mention that I also chugged a martini a few minutes ago. So now, I can say with clear certainty that I'm officially drunk. Everyone seems to notice this once I begin to play. I miss all the opportunities and struggle with keeping the ball. Kylian gives me a concerned look. He wants to make this stop. He knows what my problem is. Even though I didn't admit it to him earlier, he is aware of the situation. Kylian stands up from his place and sits next to me after I'm done with the game where Sierra beat me, now she's taking her turn with Neymar. Great, just great. Not only did I lose to this girl who's clearly here for his attention, but I've managed to also embarrass myself in front of my friends. "Y/N, honey. Maybe we should go easier on the drinks, yeah?" "Whyyy? I'm having fun." "No, you're not. You're clearly bothered by this situation, but you need to control yourself." "Ky, honey. Trust me. I'm okay. Okay?" I say to him, slurring. "I don't believe you, but okay. If you say so." We decide to take a break from the game and listen to some loud music, eat food and dance. I aced the three of those things. Especially the dancing one. I was on my feet all night. Neymar tried to approach me a couple times but he decided not to every time. I couldn't tell if he was avoiding me or not. I suddenly feel sick from all the spinning, I feel like throwing up. I run to the bathroom and I hear someone's footsteps behind me.

#neymar masterlist #neymar #neymar x reader #neymar imagines #neymar imagine #mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #masterlist #football masterlist #imagines #football imagine #football imagines #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr fanfiction #neymar jr imagines #neymar jr imagine #neymar jr #fanfiction #fifa

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 2 ● e.munson

warning

eddie is oblivious to being flirted with, flirty reader / PDA / eventual filth. this is very much an attempt at 'idiots in love'. mentions of alcohol / w**d, other vices, a little angst here and there, seasons 1 through 4 obviously did not happen, barb is gay and we're here for it + internalized fear and guilt, maybe some self esteem issues and anger pent up because it wasn't fun to be 'different' in the 80's in a small town ( barb +robin because they're gay and that was frowned upon back then, + eddie bc the 'freak' thing and small towns will cling to whatever they see you as with their dying breath, trust me on it ), mentions of depression / gifted kid burnout ( reader / you ), mentions of previous bad relationships (reader/you) ...

reader/you are the oldest byers + female. reader/you also have a very specific backstory / personality / female parts. I've kept everything else vague as I can, babes. This is self-indulgent and I am not sorry at all.

word count

roughly 3k. for the context necessary, see ( part 1 ). welcome to part 2, babes.

(( are we sick of me being back on my bullshit yet? lmaooo ))

summary

– it’s the summer of 86 in Hawkins, Indiana. And all Eddie Munson has to show for himself so far is his diploma and his job as a record store clerk / manager. you’re back in town for the first time since 83, fresh off a break up and you’ve just made the life-altering decision to drop out of college. all your plans are abandoned and it’s driving you crazy. Enter Eddie Munson, a guy who lives by no plan other than whatever will make him happy in the moment.

A summer romance? Or more than that? Who knows.

(( my summaries are traaaash. look, it’s a record store employee!rocker Eddie thing, alright? Alright. Also, i decided we needed hints of mechanic!eddie and biker!eddie cos he's getting a motorcycle, babes. ))

taglist + shoutouts

-- to be added to my taglist please ( click here ) or let me know if it's not letting you add / you want me to do it. if you joined for steve/gareth other characters and do not want to be tagged, let me know.

@eddiemunsonspantschain i had to tag you in this bc i know you love him and i love you. feel free to ignore babes!

@tbmunson bestie.. babeeee.. babesss... i really hope you like this because you're my inspiration and you're amazing and also, you didn't talk me out of it, so.. oopsie?

@allelitesmut your tags and comments always leave me feeling 🥰🥺 and i cannot even begin to thank you enough. seriously. they make my day. i'm so glad you enjoy this!

@caravelofthesun

@chaoticcancer

@dylanwritesgood

@just-a-blue-nerd

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist ● eddie's masterlist ● about + rules

The plain white flier catches your eye as you leave Big Buy with the groceries your mother sent you out for. You pause at the community bulletin board as your eyes dance over the bold wording.

Live music tonight. 8 pm. The Hideout. Be there… if you dare.

You laugh a little. “It’s probably some kids in Jane and Will’s grade and they’re playing Flock of Seagulls.” you muse, but then the name of the band catches your eye and you raise a brow. “Corroded Coffin? That’s.. Actually kinda clever.”

A throat clears from nearby and you look up from the paper to lock eyes with the amusement filled doe eyes of Eddie Munson, the hot record store manager. He’s chuckling. “Have just a little faith. I’ll have you know Flock of Seagulls isn’t in our setlist a single time, babe.”

And the way babe just rolls right off his tongue has you snickering quietly. But it’s also got the lovely little after effect of butterflies in your stomach. Your hand raises, catching in long and thick hair. “There isn’t, huh? I won’t hear “And I ran.” A single time?” you question as you try to stop it from happening but you can’t and you wind up stepping right up into him. You’re pretending to pout. “That’s uh.. That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to the cheese factor.”

“Whitesnake. That’s just as cheesy and I can stomach singing Slow an’ Easy.” Eddie’s trying so hard to behave himself but the way you’ve just stepped up to him really close has a lump forming in his throat. And your sweet and creamy perfume has his head spinning as it hangs heavy in the air all around. He just barely stops his hand from resting way too close to your hip but doe eyes are roaming. All over you. He’s careful about it, he looks you up and down in a way that somehow does and doesn’t make you feel like a hunter studying his prey just seconds before he moves in for the kill.

You laugh softly. “You don’t have t’ go to all that trouble.” you flash him this little grin that leaves him wondering if you’re flirting with him or just being nice and then with a little wink, you explain, “I work at the Hideout two nights a week now. So I’m gonna be there.”

His heart feels like it’ll beat right out of his chest. And he tries to keep himself calm. He tries to seem as if this doesn’t bother him one way or another but… It’s the first time in the history of ever that he’s been just a little too excited for a live gig, like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Yeah? Since when?” he’s laughing softly. He shakes his head at himself, it’s stupid, he’s probably stupid, standing here in the front of the grocery store making his most pitiful attempt to flirt but if he had one tenth of a clue what he was doing to you right now..

You’ve stepped even closer. There isn’t a sliver of space left between your bodies. When you tilt your head, your hair falls away and it exposes a deep purple patch of hair beneath the top layer of your hair. He’s staring at that deep purple patch as he rubs his chin thoughtfully, mesmerized by what’s happening.

It’s not even that hot today and he feels like the air is so heavy he can barely breathe.

You’re playing with the design emblazoned on the front of a black sleeved white raglan. You look up from doing that and laugh quietly. “Since last week? Angel, she uh.. She needed a bartender. I tended bar in Boston for a while.”

“Oh you did, huh?”

“Mhm.” you answer. Biting your bottom lip and Eddie catches himself getting way too caught up in staring at the way pearly teeth dig against plush skin.His breath hangs in his throat for a second or so when you go back to toying with one of letters on his Hellfire Club t-shirt. “Among other things.”

Eddie chuckles. “Other things, huh?”

You laugh softly and nod. “A girl’s gotta eat, Eddie.”

You’ve stepped away a little and before Eddie can stop himself, he’s the one stepping closer. “Maybe you’ll have t’ tell me about it sometime, ___.”

You’re laughing again. But there’s this pained look you get when he says it and it has him studying you intently for the next second or so. He realizes that maybe Boston wasn’t the fun time you pretend it was so he adds in a quieter tone, “If you want to.”

You nod. “Maybe so.” and you don’t want to take your hand off the front of his t-shirt but you know you have to. You should really get going.

“I hate to, but.. I need to get the groceries back to my mom.” you give him a little smile and then you’re stepping away. Gathering your bags. By now, Wayne has walked up to Eddie and he’s heard -and observed, most of the conversation that’s taken place, so he nudges his nephew. “Don’t just stand there, kid. Didn’t I teach y’ anythin’?”

“Huh?”

“Carry out some bags, kid.” Wayne grumbles, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he gives his nephew a light smack on the back of his head and laughs. “If you’re gonna hit on her, at least do it right, kid.”

“I wasn’t.”

Wayne chuckles. He got the distinct sense that you were definitely being more than a little flirtatious with his nephew. Eddie might stand there and tell him he wasn’t doing the same right back, but.. He’s known his nephew, he’s raised his nephew long enough to know damn well that Eddie was.

Eddie gives his uncle a dirty look but he catches up to you in the parking lot, just as you’re stopping at a Pinto that definitely looked as if it’d seen better days. He taps your shoulder and waits until you turn around.

You’re laughing softly when you find yourself body to body with Eddie Munson all over again. Eddie’s brain stammers, for a second or two, he forgets what to do with himself. You’re staring up at him with your head tilted just slightly all over again. Amusement gleaming in your eyes. “Something you want, Eddie?”

“I thought I’d..” he gives up on words and gestures to the groceries left in your cart. “Help you put those in your car.”

“ Oh, so you wanted an excuse t’ talk to me, hm?” you’re teasing him gently. And you’re well aware of it, too. But you can’t resist because the heat that rises to his cheeks and the smile that tugs at kissable lips, oh wow.. You’d do anything to be the cause of those two things. Anything.

Eddie flips you off. “I can go back in, sweetheart.” and he’s laughing. Now he’s the one teasing. When you pout up at him, he chuckles all over again. “Maybe that’s exactly why I came out here. You’re not supposed t’ call me out on it though, woman.”

You laugh a little more. Toss your hair so that it settles over your shoulder. “Oh. Right. I’ll keep that in mind next time, Eddie.” you’re giving him that playful little look and his head’s spinning all over again. He just knows that the second he’s back inside the Big Buy, he’s going to spend at least five minutes collecting himself from all this.

He helps you load the remainder of the shopping bags into the back of your mom’s car and then he closes the hatch , giving the car a firm pat. Your little brother Will and your stepsister Jane wander over from the arcade nearby and Will spots Eddie, giving him a wave. “Hey! I didn’t know you and my sister knew each other!”

You laugh softly. “Wait.. Is he Eddie the Banished?”

“Yeah!”

You shift your gaze up to Eddie. “You play that game too? You’re just full of surprises aren’t you, Eddie Munson?” and you step up to him again because Will and Jane, after a little whispering, have walked away with the empty shopping cart to place it in a cart return nearby. “Your brother is a damn good dungeon master.”

“Yeah, he’s always been really creative.” you’re laughing softly. “I made his costumes though.”

“Oh you did, huh?”

“Home Economics in 9th grade?” you laugh and he does too.

Will nudges Jane, nodding to where you and Eddie stand. “She’s flirting with him. She didn’t do that before. Like.. you remember? She barely talked to anybody.”

Jane laughs softly. “So maybe Boston was a good thing.”

“Or maybe my sister’s been replaced by a pod person.” Will’s joking, he laughs quietly. “In all seriousness.. I’m glad she’s letting everybody else see the side of her she always showed me and Jonathan.”

Jane nods. “Me too. I think she likes him. Max told me..” she trails off and Will clears his throat. “Max told you what?”

“That whenever we.. Girls I mean.. Whenever we want to flirt, we tend to get touchier. And she’s got her hand on his arm right now, see?” Jane nods to the way your hand rests against Eddie Munson’s bicep as you throw your head back to laugh at something he’s said.

They finally make their way back over to your mother’s car and you give Eddie another little smile and laugh. “I’ll see you tonight, Eddie.”

“You know where I’ll be, ___. Maybe after the gig.. Maybe I can buy you a drink.”

“If it’s soda.” you laugh and smile, giving him another bold little wink as you nod to the car. “Alright you two. Let’s get the groceries home, yeah?”

“Hey. Mike’s mom is for sure doing the Hellfire night thing. It’s gonna be on Saturday though. Not Saturday night. And it’ll probably be at the park.” Will tells Eddie before he ducks into the shotgun seat of his mother’s car.

Eddie watches you drive away and he’s joined by Wayne who takes one look at his nephews face and starts to laugh so hard he’s immediately doubling over. “Who is that, kid?”

“ ___ Byers. She uh.. She went to Hawkins High too. Graduated the year I was supposed to the first time, actually.” Eddie answers, giving a little shrug. Wayne chuckles. “Hopper’s stepdaughter, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Hopper’s an alright guy. I think I’ve seen her around a few times, too.” Wayne shrugs. And then, mostly to get a rise out of his nephew, he smirks at him. “So.. when’s the wedding, kid?”

“Shut up.” Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “Girls like that don’t date guys like me. I’m still trying to figure out how the hell she’s still talking to me in light of… y’know.” he goes quiet and Wayne sighs, nodding. “People are assholes, kid. But not all of ‘em. Maybe you met somebody who doesn’t hold with what everybody else thinks, huh?”

“Or maybe she just doesn’t know yet, man. We need t’ get goin. I’m fillin in for that prick Hargrove down at the garage this afternoon. Idiot called in with a hangover.” Eddie rolls his eyes and laughs. “Kinda knew it was coming though.”

Wayne chuckles. “Yeah, let’s get you down to the garage, kid.” and as they pull the van out of the Big Buy parking lot, Wayne speaks up. “I don’t do mushy shit.. But I’m.. I’m proud of you, kid. You’re not only the first Munson to finally graduate.. But you’re provin’ to me you’re gonna be okay at this adult shit so far.”

Eddie smiles and laughs. “You don’t do mushy, you’re right.” and as the laughter dies away, he speaks up. “I uh.. Thank you. For everything, man. Because you didn’t have t’ take me in when Al got sent up.”

“I wasn’t gonna let you end up with strangers, kid. You’re my brother’s kid. You’re family.”

Eddie smiles to himself even more.

“How much longer until you pick up that motorcycle you’ve been eyeing, kid? Still say there’s no harm in getting a safe vehicle.” Wayne mentions and Eddie laughs. “I’m getting the motorcycle.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?” Wayne chuckles.

Eddie thinks it over. “Next weekend, I think.” he’s grinning at the thought of owning a motorcycle, the second of his little list of dream purchases. “I go pick her up next weekend.”

“I’ll warn everybody.” Wayne jokes. Eddie flips him off and gets out of the van, disappearing into the garage’s back exit.

Wayne chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “He’s a good kid.”

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The bar is packed wall to wall when you burst in, yelling at Gin behind the bar that your mom’s car tried to burst into flames on you on the way over. Angel is laughing and shaking her head as she tosses you your apron. “You haven’t just broke down and gotten your own wheels yet?”

“Not until I don’t have two grand hanging over my head. But I’ve been looking, trust me. I’ve got my eyes on this sexy little red Trans Am?”

Angel’s laughing even harder.

“What? It’ll match the only shade of lipstick I wear.” you shrug it off. And you wander down to the end of the bar. Some of the guys who work the afternoon shift at the factory are sitting there, watching a game of pool in the back room.

“What can I get ya?”

Wayne chuckles as he looks up and sees you. “Soda. Waitin around t’ drive somebody home.” he nods his head towards the front of the bar and you glance over. You can see Eddie's band setting up and you find yourself staring at Eddie. And maybe it's a little too long that you stare, but you honestly don't care. He's almost devastatingly beautiful, you simply can't just.. resist a few stolen looks.

You go to grab the group of men a round of sodas and bring them back, setting them down on top of the bar.

Up front, Corroded Coffin is getting ready to start their set. You’re drumming your fingers against the hardwood surface and humming along. Angel’s talking to one of the regulars at the opposite end of the bar.

And then a stockier guy with a blond mullet and piercing blue eyes wanders over and you laugh to yourself because he’s nothing if not bold. He locks eyes with you and he gives you this little smirk. “Get ya anything?” you ask as you wipe down the top of the bar.

“Tequila shot?” Billy Hargrove asks. Studying you intently. Because you look familiar.

You look up at him and laugh. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to see some id.”

“No problem.” Billy pulls out his license and shows it to you. “Now your turn.. Because there is no way you’re old enough to be working back there.”

“I just turned 21 actually.” you pop a bubble with your gum. The fact that he’s hitting on you isn’t lost on you, you’re just.. Deliberately ignoring it because looking at his ID reminded you that yes.. You do know him. And apparently, he hasn’t changed at all in two years.

He still wears his stupid cologne strong enough to strangle someone with it’s essence. He still thinks he’s the hottest shit in this town. He still thinks girls are supposed to just throw their panties at him and you read him like a book not even a second after he sat down on the stool in front of you.

He’s staring at your self cropped Metallica concert shirt. “You’ve seen ‘em?”

Billy Hargrove is more than a little shocked. He never would’ve taken you as a metal fan back in high school.

If anything, you were the kind of girl he’d have assumed listened to oldies.. Classical or some shit.

You laugh and nod. “Seen ‘em? I was up right in the front row. I could’ve caught Lars’ drumstick.”

Billy chuckles. You pass him his tequila shot and he slams it down. Watching you again. You walk away. Wandering over to the makeshift stage set up in the front of the bar because the bathrooms are close.

As you place a hand on the doorknob to the bathroom, you lock eyes with Eddie.

Eddie chuckles, nodding to your shirt. “Nice shirt.” he mouths and you give him a thumbs up before disappearing into the bathroom.

As you’re washing your hands after you’ve used it, you gape when you hear Eddie announce that he’s gonna play a newer song tonight. One he only just learned in March. When he starts to play the opening to Master of Puppets, you’re gaping.

“Holy.. Okay, he’s amazing.” you mumble, mostly to yourself. You wind up making your way out of the bathroom and finding a seat. Dragging it closer to the front. As you watch lithe fingers make the guitar in his hands come to life, you can’t help but think of the old saying..

Guitarists are notorious for being good with their hands. And you’re really trying not to but.. As you sit and watch Eddie Munson play Master of Puppets, you can’t help but wonder to yourself just how true that really is.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x byers!reader #<- my writing ● eddie munson #<- warnings | open flirting - PDA - idiots in love trope ● seasons 1 through 4 did not happen - fix it fic ● some adult content. see above.#<-warning | heavily personified reader ● female parts / specific hair + clothing / personality + taste / petnames or nicknames #fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4 complete au ) ● character ( eddie munson )#-- okay so apparently we're also getting a dose of mechanic!eddie and biker!eddie in that he will be the owner of a motorcycle.#-- i'm not sorry about reader being a byers. just if anyone is wondering. i am trying to leave her/you vague as possible though.#-- it's kinda self indulgent. i'm writing what i wanted to read lmaooo.#-- more barb/robin in the next chapter i s2g. also other stuffs.#-- also i promise i'm going to update gareth eventually. i'm still figuring that one out.

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Heaven is a place in hell with you pt. 6

Member: San as Hades X Persephone reader

Plot: it is loosely inspired from the myth but with some changes to fit what I had in mind

Genre: Fluff, Angst, eventual smut

It's been two weeks. Two long weeks without hearing from you. He was growing impatient but for the most part he was worried. What if you said something to Artemis and she couldn't control her rage. What if Artemis threw you out and you were wondering around the forest. But if that was the case, you'd surely come to him, right? Maybe Artemis tried to change your mind and she made it. Now he'd have to mourn his love for you that never had the chance to blossom for the rest of his life. That's an awfully long time. He doesn't have the luxury of death to make him forget about you.

Even Thanatos wasn't his usual bubbly self, sympathizing with his master after seeing that all the jokes he pulled weren't making the atmosphere lighter.

"You won't go for women hunting?" Hades asked noticing how his friend has been avoiding to leave his side for the last week.

"No I'm fine. I'm over it to be honest. It feels nice to flirt and stuff, but it gets repetitive after some time and you grow tired of it".

"I'd never grow tired of being with her. If anything I'm grateful I'm immortal so I'd have more time to be with her than mortals do."

Thanatos sighed. He wanted to say a white lie to make his master believe it's not such a big deal but Hades made his mind already about how crucial his love for you was.

"I'll be right back". Thanatos bluntly said and left through the now hated portal.

He had to check on you because his master was going insane and he couldn't sit there and watch. It didn't take him long to find the area of the forest in which nymphs lived.

Elpenike, an old flame of his, widen her eyes when she saw him.

"What are you doing here?" She said after running towards his side.

"We are dead if Artemis see you here".

"Well, that's my specialty" Thanatos smirked.

"You aren't funny." Elpenike deadpan.

Thanatos had to find a way to find you without specifically asking for you because this would cause suspicion. He was someone that always respected boundaries and never used his hypnotizing abilities to get what he wanted but there was no other way for that to happen. Thanatos' black eyes turned golden and he stared deep into the poor nymph's eyes. After seconds, her eyes matched his color wise and she was gonna obay him without a second thought.

"Where is Persephone?" He asked.

"She is in her room. She's been there for days due to her high fever".

"Get me to her".

Elpenike started walking and she stopped outside the third house Thanatos could see from where he was standing. He followed her suit and entered the room after taking a glimpse from the window to make sure Artemis wasn't inside.

When he opened the door, he saw you laying in bed and another nymph attending to your needs. You looked tired and a faint blush was adorning your cheeks, the result of your fever.

"Who are you?" The nymp asked, very clearly defensive but her stance was more dynamic than yours had been when you first met him.

"Thanatos..". You said when you saw him standing at the door step.

"Come in and close the door, I don't want anyone to see you here".

He did as he was told.

The nymp spoke again.

"Thanatos? Hades' side kick?"

"Yes" you replied.

"Hey! I'm not the side kick. I'm a whole main character actually".

You laughed at that. He did make a place in your heart at the end.

"What is it? Did something happen to Hades?"

Oh you were just as whipped. You, a fragile little human that was currently sick, felt worried over a powerful God's well being. Love is crazy indeed.

"He is fine physically. But he misses you a lot. He doesn't know I'm here but I wanted to check on you because he's been so worried he's gonna lose his mind".

You smiled and felt like tearing up after learning about Hades' caring feelings for you.

"I've been sick that's why he didn't hear any news from me yet. When I'm gonna feel better, I'll come visit him. No matter what my decision would be. Please tell him what I said"

Thanatos nodded.

"Does she know?" He gestured to your friend.

"I have a name actually...."

You laughed at Nefeli's hot temper, always ready to defend herself or others.

"She does. She is the only one that does."

"Ah. So I guess you are Persephone's side kick then". Thanatos looked at Nefeli in a playful and mischievous way.

"You said he was kind of annoying but that's annoying annoying and I've been in his presence for 10 minutes".

Thanatos gasped but you and Nefeli laughed.

"You told her I'm annoying?"

"I said just a little bit. In a cute way. Like little puppies".

Thanatos liked being compared to a puppy so he could let that slide.

"I'm gonna accept that because I'm cute indeed".

Nefeli side eyed him and you loved how funny those two were being. It made you escape your misery for a bit.

"I think you should go. It's late and Artemis might come to check on me. Please before you go, take this shawl with you. Give it to Hades".

Thanatos took the piece of cloth and he left in a hurry. He felt so relieved you were well, he did grow fond of you too. He couldn't wait to tell Hades the good news.

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"She gave me this and said I should give it to you". Thanatos gave the shawl to his lord and Hades took it in his hand and a smile was formed on his handsome face.

"I'm so happy she is well! Is she very sick?" He asked worried.

"No she wasn't. She said she is feeling better already. She'll be back to you in no time, I'm sure".

Hades couldn't wait for that moment to come, till then he was gonna sleep holding your shawl.

Thanatos came closer and patted his lord's shoulder.

"I mean I've never been in love but I've heard that it helps when you share your feelings with someone else. Would you mind if you shared them with me?" He asked and took a seat without waiting for a response because he knew that Hades was gonna accept.

"You know how you can be seemingly so different with someone but deep down you are made from the same kind? I feel like we can relate on a deeper level, both restricted by our very own nature, trying to break away from it and find our deepest desires. But at the same time she reminds me about a part of me that I forgot about, the vulnerable one. There's nothing more scary, to the living or the dead, than being that. But it's like vulnerability is all she knows and she makes this typically powerless state, her greatest strength. Her pure intention too. There's so much drama in our world, but when I see her I feel like she doesn't hide anything from me. An open book, if you will. You know how much I love my books after all. I could go on for hours praising her. Even if Eros couldn't find me in the deepest parts of the world, I'd fall for her on my own. When we say falling in love it sounds a bit passive, but that's not how i feel. I'd actively choose her again and again."

Thanatos was positive at this point, his master was whipped. It was sweet and he was happy for him because he knew-although Hades never outwardly said it- that he wanted a companion, a love to call his, for a long time. But at the same time, he was worried. He knew of your position, and he knew it was a big decision to come to Hades and change your surroundings and friends for a life of darkness. It was such a big sacrifice that few were willing to take. He didn't know if you were among those. But he did wish you were, for Hades' sake.

Next chapter:

#ateez #ateez san #ateez smut #ateez san smut #ateez san fluff #ateez san angst #ateez san imagine

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idrellegames · 8 months

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i gotta say that the crimson count’s deal and the way he proposed made me feel some type of way….. although i must admit i got a tiny little bit frustrated (not criticizing ur writing in any way of course. it would’ve been too unrealistic given the circumstances and all) that there wasn’t a single smooch 😔. but i guess i’m just down bad for crazy villains.

i didn’t got his proposal on my first playthrough which got me really surprised on this second one, he got me blushing hard, giggling and kicking my feet for real.

You're definitely not alone in that! I've discussed this a bit before (here and here), but the circumstances in which the MC could kiss the Count would lead to something I wasn't interested in writing. He's not flirting, he has a very specific intention in mind and the potential risk of that was more interesting than giving the option to follow through on it (which would lead to an early/false ending - on a game design level that's not something I'm working with).

However, for the Count simps in the room - there are some fun pieces in his art tag!

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #cere nalos #answered

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journalsouppe · 1 year

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This is a repost with better images (and the original was posted to my main blog not here)

Uncensored version and close ups below!!

Also apologies for the small and crazy writing, I went insane playing this game and had a lot to say about it LMAO

Stickers are from NoodlesandTeaShop on etsy!!

Rating: 10/10 Played: Su 2022 Port: N. Switch Favorite? Y Replayable: Y Recommended? Y

Comments

my first ace attorney game!!

omg the little anime scenes are so cool

The twist endings/court conclusions are so well made

oh my god I'm in love with Kazuma <3 his theme T-T

each character has such a distinct personality esp from just their animation

I love the [sholmes/iris/ryuu] forhead thing

yeah I'm also in love with Ryuu T-T

the logic and reasoning spectaculars are my favorite thing they're so fun and stupid

Sholmes and Iris are the cutest dad and daughter duo

FIREWORKS? IN THE COURTROOM??

I am so stressed about the Hounds of the Baskerville case O_o

British Ryuu jumpscare

CHUUNOSUKE ON RYUU'S SHOULDER T-T

I like Gina's new job and personality

Ayy Gregsy is back

ohh the great departed soul is both Susato and Kazuma omg

AMNESIA? T^T

Ryuu is scared of everything and I adore it [me too Ryuu]

PLAGUE DOCTOR WANTS TO CUT ME UP??

The wax museum is horrifying wtf

case 8 [2-3] is an all time favorite

HOLY FUCK

[Phonograph sticker] looks just like Barok's

Love goofy Herlock clothes

Case 2-4 specific comments

THE PARALLELS ARE CRAZY

give me your damn sword Kazuma you don't need two of them

KAZUMA'S NEW THEME????

KAZUIMA'S FATHER?

DEAD?

I love how confident, sure, and determined Ryuu is now

bullying Ryu to pay the vendors T-T

is this a fake trial??

Beppo!!!

STOP FLIRTING IN THE MIDDLE OF A TRIAL

Was the will the note sent to Kazuma?

Finishing each others sentences

love [prison warders and a prosecutor, reborn] 10/10 music

Case 2-5 specific comments

FUCK NOT STRONGHART

Kazuma [eye roll]

JIGOKU???

The girls are FIGHTING [kazuma and barok]

IM MIKOTOBA OMG OMG INVESTIGATION

Elementary my dear Mikotoba T^T

TAP DANCING

Was the sword broken from Genshin? NVM LOL [im dumb]

Gregson in the luggage is so fucked

They're all family T-T brother Ryuu

Kazuma's theme is both intimidating but assuring

HOLOGRAM??

THE DANCE????

Iris Van Zieks... IRIS SHOLMES

THE CREDITS, I'm not okay

Game Dev notes

Masterfully done music, esp reinvented themes for change

incredible animations, gives each character so much personality

great story telling - best visual novel for length, story, interest, etc

chronicles has its own achievements - encourages replayability

great pacing and saving - east to pick up and set down

amazing foreshadowing - whole series planned together

incredible balance of comedy and tragedy

takes preexisting stories and tropes and masterfully retells them

Summary:

I'm afraid I won't have enough room to describe how much I love this game. I don't even know where to start :'). This game is a masterpiece of masterpieces. Easily comparable to FMAB in terms of incredible storytelling, foreshadowing, mystery, tragedy, comedy, score, design, you name it. I have never genuinely been so shocked by the surprises in this game, but they were all so well made and fit in the story seamlessly. The tragedy and comedy, the two most important aspects of a story to me, were not only very well balanced, but were used as expert emotional devices throughout the game. The character design is incredible. Small details such as Ryuu's arm brace or Enoch's mechanisms or Iris's dolls add such character and personality even if some of these details aren't plot relevant. Each character has a unique body type, face shape, facial features, etc that it is easy to identify each character without their hair or clothes. The deigns are also so brilliant that it even taught me how to not only draw older people and children, but to be able to distinguish between teenagers and 20-30 year olds in my art (instead of all looking the same age). The animations are beautiful and so ridiculous. I always looked forward to interacting with Herlock and the witnesses. These games also have one of my favorite scores, especially the way they are able to turn established themes on their heads. The music does an amazing job at establishing setting, character, tension, emotion, you name it. Now for the story telling. Holy fucking shit. Holy shit. You don't even realize how important every small is until it hits you in the face. This is a story that will rival my 1st place spot of FMAB [in terms of all media]. It is so beautifully designed and thought over that I can only say the writers at Capcom are true geniuses to make this story. It doesn't hold back any punches but also comforts you. It toys with your emotions and is smth almost evil, but it also gives you hope and confidence and lifts you up so that you can scream to the world. The key to this is Ryuu. He's no avatar like Link but you and him share a strong bond through shared experience. It was an ingenious move to have the first story be Ryuu accused of murder, you learn the hardest way possible how to become a defense attorney of true integrity. His relations to others is this game is incredible too. The betrayal, the longing, the tenderness. Him and Susato have an incredible "sibling" bond to where I truly felt anxious without her. Not to mention Kazuma. A human through and through. Once thought to be the righteous angel, he had later fallen from heaven just to learn the truth of who he and his father really are. Even as the game has ended, I still sit and contemplate on these characters. Although it was the right decision for Kazuma to stay, I am still in pain from their separation. I really wish I could say more but it's also hard to put into words all my feelings with so little space. If I could forget this game just to experience it again, I would. An outstanding work of art. I highly recommend. My new favorite game.

#dgs #video game journal #journalsouppe #bullet journal #ace attorney #journal #tgaa #dai gyakuten saiban #the great ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #ryunosuke naruhodo #kazuma asougi #susato mikotoba #barok van zieks

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