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laundrybiscuits · 10 months

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(ETA: now edited and up on AO3)

Look. Eddie knows he can be a little uptight about these things, but. There are rules. If you become a vampire, you don’t need to go full gothic Count Von Dickhead or whatever, but you absolutely cannot just wander around in a puffy vest and light-wash jeans.

“Why not?” says Steve. He’s leaning back in an armchair, sipping on a bloodbag like it’s a goddamn juicebox. “What, are the vampire police going to arrest me?”

He pauses. “Wait. There aren’t vampire police, are there?”

“No,” says Eddie. “Probably not. I don’t know. But there are standards which you are refusing to uphold, Steven.”

“Thought you were all about hating conformity, Edward,” Steve says. He’s got an obnoxiously cocky little smirk, the smug undead fucker.

Eddie grimaces. “Don’t call me that, asswipe. Don’t you feel, like—the call of the night? The siren song of life coursing through fragile human veins? A hunger for destruction that those paltry plastic bags of blood can never truly slake?”

“The bloodbags aren’t so bad,” says Steve, around the straw. “Better than protein shakes.”

“I actually hate you,” Eddie tells him. “Vampirism is wasted on you.”

Steve noisily slurps the last of the blood out of the bottom of the bag. “Come on, you can’t really picture me in some Dracula getup, can you?”

The problem, of course, is that Eddie really, really can. When Robin had read him in on the whole situation, obviously he’d been horrified and concerned—but also, a whole wing of his brain had immediately been cordoned off to work overtime imagining Steve in elaborate Dark Prince regalia, maybe leaning elegantly out of a castle window on the moors, gazing into the foggy dusk. Velvet might’ve been involved.

“...guess not,” says Eddie. It doesn’t sound incredibly convincing to his own ears, but Steve just shrugs and gets up to throw the bloodbag away.

“There you go, man,” he says, clapping Eddie on the shoulder as he passes. “It’s the 80s. Vampires can be whatever we wanna be.”

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It gets way too easy to forget about Steve’s condition, until Eddie ends up having to haul him out of a bar in Indy before they get banned for life.

“Simmer down, buddy,” Eddie says, pulling him into the shadow of the van. “Let’s get those fangs packed away before any of the nice villagers wander by with torches and pitchforks.”

“I’m good,” pants Steve. “It’s all good. Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

Eddie lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Sure, that’s why your eyes are glowing red and you’re, like, fully vamped out. Which, by the way, looks extremely dumb with the whole clean-cut vibe you decided to rock tonight.”

“Fuck you, I look great,” says Steve, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s not wrong, it’s just not relevant to how he also looks extremely dumb like this, wearing a pristine henley with fangs hanging out in the parking lot for anyone to see.

“So what the hell happened in there, man? I was finally starting to get somewhere with Todd, and…” Eddie trails off in dawning realization.

“Holy shit, am I—I’m like your territory, aren’t I? Your stupid vampire brain got all screwy and decided to loop me in with Robin and the kids as part of your freaky human coven.”

“Uh,” says Steve. He looks unhappy in a shifty kind of way. “Something like that, maybe.”

“Wait, so, are Nancy and Jonathan—are you okay with them because they’re both already in the vamp pack? Is Vickie gonna have to be inaugurated before she and Robin can bone down?” Eddie perks up. “Shit, is there a ceremony? We could totally do a ceremony.” He bets he can get the kids to liberate some velour curtains from the drama club. With a few candles, they could get some serious atmosphere going.

“No, shut up, nobody’s doing a damn ceremony,” Steve groans. “Vickie’s fine.”

“Okay,” says Eddie. “So…you gonna tell me what all that was about, then? Do I have to start running guys past you first so your vamp instincts don’t wig out? Or…hm, maybe Argyle’d be down to mess around sometime.”

Steve lets out an actual snarl with weird animal echoes, then claps a hand over his mouth.

“Sorry,” he says, muffled. The shadows around them seem darker somehow.

“So I’m just not allowed to get laid ever again,” says Eddie slowly. “For vampire reasons.”

“Do whatever you want, man.” Steve’s still got his hand pressed tight over his mouth.

“And it’s…just me?” Eddie peers at the tightness around Steve’s eyes; the way he’s scowling stubbornly at his feet. “Huh. Kind of…possessive, Harrington.”

“It’s—weird,” says Steve miserably, dropping his hand at last. “I know it’s fucking weird.”

“Maybe.” Eddie shrugs, biting down on the grin he can feel tugging at his mouth. “Lucky for you, I’m into that shit.”

“What?” Steve frowns. “You’re…”

“Always wanted a vampire boyfriend,” says Eddie. “Like, are you kidding? I would’ve sold my fucking soul at 15 for something like that.”

“I’m starting to feel a little objectified here,” says Steve, but he’s smiling, and he reaches out to snag Eddie’s belt loop and tug him stumbling closer. “Just in it for the fangs, huh?”

“Well, you’re kind of a shitty vampire, actually.” Eddie drapes his arms over Steve’s shoulders. “So I guess I must just be in it for you.”

Steve hesitates, searching Eddie’s face. Stray red lights are still sparking like embers in Steve’s irises. “Okay, but—you’re in it? Right?”

“Couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, Bunnicula. I’ll send the vampire police after you, just watch me,” says Eddie, and kisses him.

#steddie #vampire steve harrington #I don't know what happened; I just sat down and wrote this even though I have a million other things to do #I was briefly possessed by the spirit of 'what if steve harrington were the least genre-appropriate vampire of all time'#and also my perpetual need to write people with terrible communication skills #I may edit this a bit more when it's not 3am but ftr I am not planning on any continuations

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neuvistar · 9 months

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FRAGILE.

— featuring ┊neuvillette x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual. not proofread cuz i’m tired, he’s in his dragon form(?) in this one guys! tiny bit of oral (f!receiving), size k!nk if u squint, TIIINY bit of vaginal finger!ng, he has two here if ykwim, dirty talk, implied double penetration, overstimulation(?) perhaps, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊daaadddyyyy’s home!! (satoru gojo omg) maryse is writing again giys! i hope this is fine, i’ll try my best 2 come back n start writing for hsr n jjk! i know i have a plan for poly jingren x reader so stay tuned for that! (hehe)

tags: @yanqingisim @hiraethsdesires

HUMANS SURE ARE FRAGILE.. neuvillettte thinks. he thinks it’s adorable just how easily enough you come whenever you both have.. alone time. he thinks it’s adorable just how quick you can come with simple intimate acts! like.. the help of his two fingers curling inside your drenched pussy. it’s embarrassing really.. it’s embarrassing how hard he gets from listening to your moans and cries of his name, palming himself through his pants while his fingers worked absolutely wonders on you.

“ah.. you came already.” he murmured against your ear, taking in the sounds of your low sighs and whimpers as your hands clutched onto his dragon horns for dear life, legs shaking one last time when he plunged his fingers into you once more.. immediately forcing another orgasm out of you. “what a mess.. you impress me everyday with how quick you can come from my fingers alone, love. do you really enjoy this that much?”

HUMANS SURE ARE FRAGILE.. neuvillette thinks. he’s afraid he’ll break you so easily just like glass, neuvillette’s touches and caresses are enough to put you in a daze, they’re.. just so gentle, they hold so much feeling in them, so much that you could almost feel his love. his caresses and touches.. even the slightest ones, carry so much emotion in them.. so much admiration, love for you and only you.

“easy there, take it easy.” he pressed a chaste kiss to your neck while he ran his fingers all over your skin as an attempt to calm you down as you rode him for the first time in his dragon form.. tears almost forming from your eyes as filthy whines left your lips, using his horns for support.. lowering yourself down.. and up. keeping a good rhythm and pace. the long haired male groaned at the sudden action, your hands on his horns weren’t easy to ignore that’s for sure. “easy, love.. easy. there.. that’s good,” he praised, pinching your nipple ever so gently. “good girl. take it easy, don’t force yourself.”

HUMANS SURE ARE FRAGILE.. neuvillette thinks. he thinks it’s cute how much your body shakes from his tongue, it was.. a sight to behold seeing just how wet you were. the more he ate you out, the more he wanted to pleasure you. he took his time, licking at all the right places while his oddly long tongue plunged itself in and out of you, gazing up to you with those puppy yet kind eyes of his. oh how easily he’s got your thighs pinned down, lapping down at your juices.. tongue curling itself inside of your soaking wet heat while your hands tighten it’s grip on his horns. “a—archons.. neuvi.. neuvi please!” your hands on his horns helped you push him down further into your pussy, bucking your hips against his mouth to feel more of his tongue against your juices

he loved it. neuvillette loves how easily you fall apart from his tongue alone, constant noises of slurping and soft groans filling the room as he tried other methods to pleasure you, his nails almost cutting through your skin from how tightly he was gripping onto your thighs.

HUMANS SURE ARE FRAGILE.. neuvillette thinks. you’re so fragile.. humans are. he thinks that one wrong move, he’ll break you in a millisecond. neuvillette holds you as if he was a little boy protecting a new toy he just got, like i said.. his touches and caresses are gentle.. afraid to hurt you even the slightest. he thinks it’s fascinating how fast your cunt sucks him in, clenching around one of his cocks while the other slowly but steadily rubs against your slit. he thinks it’s fascinating how much you squirm, as fragile as you are.. he really does try his best to go slowly for your sake, his huge cock rubbing against your insides like it’s nothing, going deeper and deeper the more he hears the breathy moans leaving your pretty lips.

“is this.. alright, my love? i’m not hurting you now, am i?” you almost couldn’t even hear him from how good it felt.. you nodded eagerly as a response.. you couldn’t speak no matter how hard you tried. every-time you did, you would end up focusing on the bulge that appeared on your belly instead. humans are fragile.. and interesting, he thinks he would put his hand over the bulge that always appeared on your stomach every single time he fucks you good, applying pressure and pressing his hand down over it.. feeling himself going in and out of you. neuvillette really does tries his best to go slow, savouring the moment as much as he can.. but his focus are always set on how much of a size difference you both have.. he wonders just how much more your body can take him, are humans really that fragile as others presume?

HUMANS SURE ARE FRAGILE.. neuvillette thinks. neuvillette thinks it’s cute how much your body shakes in his hold after fucking your brains out nonstop, he finds it absolutely surprising just how good you can take both of his cocks inside of you.. at the same time in the same hole. he thinks it’s fascinating how much a human can come in such short amount of time.. he finds it fascinating just how easily your juices coat his dick with white.. he finds it sexy how bloated your stomach can become whenever he fucks his cum back into your hole, the disgusting sounds of squelching was all that could ring through your ears.. overstimulating your body as he can’t get enough of you. rubbing your clit with his thumb while your inner thighs are covered in stickiness, but it’s still not enough for him.

“one m—more please, darling.. one more.. i need more of you.. archons..” his breath was heavy, he thinks it’s amazing that you could take two of his cocks at once, he just.. can’t seem to figure out how you do it! it’s so fascinating! with neuvillette pinning your knees down on each side of your head.. the pleasure becomes more and more intense. his two cocks bullying themselves more deeper into you, he just can’t get enough of it! your overstimulated body trembled in his touch, countless orgasms coming again and again.. sending electricity to the rest of your veins. your legs shivering when he came inside once more.. filling you up to the brim until it dripped down your sweet skin.

hmm.. maybe humans aren’t so fragile after all.

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #neuvillette <33 #genshin impact x reader #neuvilette x you #neuvillette smut #neuvillette x reader #OMFGGGG.#neuvillette brainrot so strong guys..

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rebelspykatie · 4 months

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Steve joins a fraternity because of his father, slots himself easily into the most prestigious fraternity on campus as a legacy. All the guys envy him, his father’s name following him, branding him as a top dog, even as a lowly freshman. The other pledges either resent him or suck up to him, hoping some of that Harrington charm will rub off on them.

Steve’s done what’s expected of him his whole life, but college gives him that taste of freedom he’s longed for. When he starts dating Eddie, it’s like a breath of fresh air. Besides Robin, he’s the first person that really sees Steve. He’s not a Harrington, or King Steve, or a legacy pledge. He’s just Steve and it’s intoxicating.

Expectations weigh heavily on Steve. He’s bound to disappoint. He’s used to being the prettiest person in the room, but not the smartest, and the future his father has laid out for him is outside of his capabilities. He’s never going to be a lawyer and take over his father’s firm. He’s never going to be as smart as his little brother Dustin. He’s never going to be anything besides a trophy husband at this rate, good at spending daddy’s money and looking good on social media.

But Eddie makes him feel like he’s more. More than his father’s name, more than the notoriety he brings to his house. What’s not easy, is that Eddie is in a rival fraternity. Steve begged him not to go to the dark side, but Eddie couldn’t be swayed. The stuffy, prestigious nature of Steve’s house didn’t appeal to Eddie. No, he was drawn to the misfits, the house of slackers and party animals. He wanted to have fun, not make a name for himself. Steve wishes he had that freedom.

The rivalry gets between them, pranks wars gone wrong, comments on how they’re fraternizing with the enemy. Eddie’s better than Steve at ignoring it. It gets under his skin and festers. Eddie’s never on time, always partying with his brothers, late night dnd sessions that seem to be more important than their dates. When Eddie misses a function and leaves Steve standing there alone like an idiot, it’s the last straw and they part ways.

It’s hard to avoid your ex when you’re on the same campus, just a few houses down from each other. But Steve gets over Eddie by getting under Tommy. He falls prey to his father’s expectations again and sees Tommy as the advantageous match he could be. They’re closer to equals, rich fathers and ambitions that get the best of them.

It’s easy with Tommy in a different way, the way they both know deep down it’s a political match. They’re both gaining something from this. Tommy gets the hottest guy on campus on his arm, the future leader of their fraternity, and Steve gets to tell his father he’s not messing up his entire life dating a directionless, no-name loser from the worst fraternity on campus. Even if his father’s comments on Eddie make his blood boil, wanting to leap to Eddie's defense, even if he doesn’t deserve it after abandoning Steve.

Steve’s never been made of the hard stuff like his father or Tommy, he’s always been brittle, too soft on the inside, too fragile to handle that kind of pressure long term. And it cracks, blows up in his face when Dustin wants to pledge and finds Tommy cheating on him with Carol.

Dustin is less scared of their father, not the firstborn, never expected to take over the business, but he’s also inherently got more freedom because he’s known since he was a kid that he wanted to be a polymer engineer. That path is straightforward and one filled with accolades that impress, the kind of degree you can name drop at a business meeting and not be embarrassed about, because you know Dustin’s not destitute and broke. Dustin’s also never been good at the game their father plays. He’s honest and kind, even if he’s a sarcastic little shit.

It shocks everyone when Dustin decides to rush Eddie’s fraternity. It’s become a home to misfits in the Greek system, the ones that don’t realy fit in anywhere else. Probably because they’re less worried about grades and more worried about their dnd campaigns and how many nerds they can collect under one roof. That should’ve been enough of a clue for Steve on where he’d land, but Steve is still blindsided by it. Mostly because it inadvertently brings Eddie back into his life.

Suddenly he’s around every corner, teasing Steve about Dustin, asking more questions about their home life than he ever did while they were together, like there’s no bad blood between them and with a hint of understanding behind his eyes. He even checks in on Steve post Tommy fiasco. It tugs at something in his gut, tricks Steve into thinking Eddie still cares, that he didn’t abandon him because he found out how little Steve has to offer. That he didn’t get tired of Steve not being enough.

Maybe Steve’s ready to give Eddie another chance. Maybe they deserve another chance at something real, especially when the universe keeps pulling them together. Steve wants something that’s his for once, something he built on his own, something that his father has no hand in. Eddie Munson might just be the very thing that saves Steve from himself.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #katie writes #greek au

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ldrfanatic · 25 days

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Slytherin Boys as 1989 Songs

+ bonus! the slytherin boys as romance tropes

I decided to shake this one up a bit and do all happy love songs

here's 1989 (tv ofc); which taylor swift album should i do next?

(mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theo nott, lorenzo berkshire)

slytherin boys masterlist nav

mattheo riddle as I Know Places

best lyric(s) - "let them say what they want we won't here it" + "love's a fragile little flame it could burn out" + "just grab my hand and don't ever drop it"

trope - enemies to lovers :)

mattheo w a crush - in love, mattheo is somewhere in the middle between being sappy and just straight up insulting you. not like calling you ugly or anything but like "damn i didn't know it was possible to mess up such an easy spell" like kind of teasing. he's one of those guys that will be mean at first and then be like playfully mean and then finally, will start being nice to you but only sometimes. he just thinks you're adorable when you're angry.

mattheo as a boyfriend - now as a boyfriend, mattheo still teases the hell out of you but god forbid literally anyone else does bc he'll kill them. like actually. also the pair of you go through a little bit of a rough patch during the war and he keeps telling you that you have to stay way from him but secretly, he's really happy that you never actually listen to him because he doesn't know what he would do without you. he just kind of ignores all the whispers and hogwarts becomes your guys' like safe little happy love bubble.

draco malfoy as Out of the Woods

best lyric(s) - "the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color" + "when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you" + "I walked out I said 'i'm setting you free' but the monsters turned out to be just trees"

trope - everyone can see it except for you

draco w a crush - I think draco would be the kind of guy that actively avoided his crush. like if you were sitting in the very front of transfigurations, he was sitting in the absolute furthers corner in the back. If you were going on the hogsmeade trip, he was begging his friends would leave him to simmer in his affections for you. he's just so nervous and so certain you'll dislike him that he'd rather not talk to you at all. when he finally does work up the courage, he's extremely happy and like eternally grateful that you'd give him a chance.

draco as a boyfriend - i do think though that draco is not always the best at communicating just because he always wants everything to be so perfect and he doesn't want there to be anything that he says that could make you resent him so he'd rather not say anything at all. obv, this doesn't work out well for him cause like... communicating w you is so essential. y'all get into arguments fairly regularly but you always end up making up because he's always just creating those demons in his head and it's almost never that serious.

theodore nott as Suburban Legends

best lyric(s) - "you were so magnetic it was almost obnoxious" + "when you hold me, it holds me together and you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" + "you'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out"

trope - hopeless romantic

theo w a crush - I think with a crush theo would be the kind of guy that just simps like a mf. like you need someone to carry your books, he's there, why would you even try to carry them yourself? just let him take care of it. or like, when you're not feeling well and you might need to spend a few days in the hospital wing, while you're sleeping theo sneaks in and leaves the notes for the classes you missed as well as your favorite sweets and flowers. (one time when michael corner made you cry, he beat the snot out of him and then the next day left this huge teddy bear outside your door with the note "y/n, that douchebag sucks. -tn")

theo as a boyfriend - theo's simp nature carries over when he's a bf so he's super freaking caring. he does literally everything for you. he'll brush your hair when you get out of the shower if you ask. or if you're like me and you have like thicker ethnic hair, he'll ask you to show him how to do your hair so that he can do it for you. he's also one of those guys that's like casually dominant. like hand on your lower back in a crowd, opening your doors, reaching up and grabbing things from the top shelf for you. naturally protective in the sense of like he always wants to sleep closest to the door in case something happens and like is also always making sure you eat and get enough water.

lorenzo berkshire as "Slut!"

lyric(s) - "and if i'm gonna be drunk, i might as well be drunk in love" + "and i break down then he's pulling me in. in a world of boys he's a gentleman" + "got love struck went straight to my head"

trope - friends to lovers

enzo w a crush - enzo is the kind of guy who's not afraid to be in love. he actually loves it. he loves having someone to compliment and shower in gifts and win over. where mattheo would tease you, draco would avoid you, and theo would lose himself in you, enzo is the guy who would bring you inexplicable joy and make sure you knew that it was him that was bringing you joy. not to say that he wouldn't do sweet gestures and such but he's the sort of guy that will make you his best friend and then make you fall in love with him.

enzo as a boyfriend - because of this, you and enzo are like those like childhood friends turned lovers type of thing. he just knows you so well and the love between you two comes so easily. he makes it his personal mission to make you smile at least once a day. as your boyfriend, he's just really playful. things like pillow fights and tickle fights. he's also that boyfriend that will do all those little stupid tiktok trends with you but like really energetically and not just like half-assed bc if it's gonna make you smile, he's going all in.

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merakiui · 10 months

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I had a dream... even in my sleep I'm a slut.

Squid game au where you and Scaramouche are the last two players alive. You don't know what tomorrow's game will be, but only one of you can leave there alive.

Scara's a mess. You're an easy picking for someone like him. No matter what the game is, he can definitely beat you. He's older, smarter, and despite his small stature, he's much, much stronger than you.

Scaramouche is hungry.

He's guaranteed the win. All that money is his. He can pay off his debts, get that pesky doctor off his ass. He can purge the past, he can start life anew with enough money to grant him endless power. He'll be akin to a god!

This is what he's always wanted... isn't it?

Then why does he feel so... dissatisfied?

Scaramouche is starving.

He keeps bleeding through all the tissues pressed against his side in a makeshift bandage. No one knows he's injured. Especially not you. He could never let you see how fragile his imperfect body can truly be.

But the bleeding just won't stop, and the suit hanging on the door of the bathroom stall seems to be dancing to and fro in his blurry vision.

He thinks of you, waiting for him at the dining table for your last meal together. If he pretends hard enough, it's almost like he's getting ready for a date with the girl he won't admit he's obsessed with.

So he rips his track suit to shreds, pulling out as much of the stitching as he can. He'd kept the needle from the dalgona challenge, just in case, but never thought he'd need to use it like this. He bites his lip til blood runs down his chin, salty streams stain his doll-like face as he stitches the gaping wound shut.

A short nap on the cold tiles should quell his fever. You'll understand if he's just a little late to his date.

Scaramouche is famished.

When he finally arrives at the dinner table, he sits across from you. He'd never seen you all dressed up before. He deeply inhales your soothing sight, he drowns himself in your beauty, allowing it to wash away the memory of all the blood that stained the bathroom floor.

He doesn't talk much. It's never been his thing, and you've never minded. Maybe you even liked it. Why else would you cling to his side for the entirety of the games?

Scaramouche is ravenous.

He devours the steak in front of him. You're a bit hesitant, and he knows it's because your stomach churns at the sight of it. It's a sick game, really, he'll admit that. Making you kill each other and then feeding you a huge slab of meat? He has to persuade you to eat.

"You need it for tomorrow. If you don’t eat, you'll feel even sicker."

It almost sounded like he cared about you.

Even after he's done, his appetite isn't soothed, so he just sits and watches you struggle with the meal, playing with the steak knife to occupy his hands.

He's not as grateful as he thought he'd be when the organisers announce that he'll be allowed to keep it.

That night, Scaramouche approaches your bed. The knife is in his pocket. He'll make quick work of you. It will save him the time and effort of playing another game tomorrow, and it truly is the kinder option. After all, you hate these games. Why not save you from it all. It won't hurt. You'll be dead before you even realise you're in pain. He truly has a kind and benevolent soul, taking pity on you like this.

It's the right thing. It's what you need, and more importantly, what he wants. It's right.

Then why can't he do it?

You're not asleep. You feel him over you, a menacing aura consuming you. And then somehow, vanishes just as quickly as it appeared. The bed dips.

"Scara?"

He doesn't respond.

You sit up, looking at him. There's hardly any light in the room, but if you look hard enough, you'd swear his eyes were glowing.

"Scara? Are you okay?"

"No one else knows the name Kunikuzushi. You should thank me."

"Maybe I should just go back to calling you the hat guy."

Right. He slides the knife under your bed, the clinking sound lost under the chuckle he lets out. He forgot you were a snide little shit.

That night, the two of you talk. You talk and talk and talk, about anything and everything. He has a beautiful voice, you realise, and he tells you everything. He doesn't mind. His past will die with you tonight after all.

You tell him everything, and Scaramouche decides that you're the most tragically beautiful character he's ever read of. He loves you.

That knight you and the hat guy, Scaramouche, Kunikuzushi, tangle your legs and desperately fuck each other, swallowing each other's moans and whimpers as he kisses you senseless.

At one point, you manage to choke out, "Are you gonna fuck me til I'm too tired to fight back and then kill me?"

"Maybe I should."

Somehow, you're not scared.

That night when you're fast asleep, Scaramouche sits on the edge of the bed, watching you.

He's no longer hungry.

He kisses you, whispers an "I love you" that will never reach your ears and then fishes the knife from under your bed.

He goes back to the bathroom. The blood is gone. No matter. There will be more soon.

ANON, OMG.... SENDING YOU ALL MY LOVE AAAAAA!!!! SQUID GAME!SCARA IS MY BELOVED AND I CHERISH HIM!!! THIS ASK HAS ME CLAWING AT THE WALLS AND BITING MY FIST WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

#genshin chit chat #meraki faves #BIG FAVE SO FAVE AMAZING FAVE THE MOST FAVE OTL #I NEED HIM SO CARNALLY #SPECIFICALLY I NEED SQUID GAME SCARA AAAAAA #i miss talking about genshin x squid game orz orz orz

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cornyonmains · 8 months

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Something I really like about Only Friends is the characters are so complexly written and layered that I kind of wind up being an apologist or detractor for all of them at different points in time. I don't really have a black and white view of the characters, which is usually the only thing you have in BL.

Top's a fuckboy with substance abuse issues. But also, he seems like he genuinely wants connection, and I feel bad for him sometimes because it's so clear he wants Mew to be affectionate with him, and Mew just isn't.

Mew is controlling. A giant walking defense mechanism that can't connect will with people. But also, he's surrounded by people who don't have his best interests in mind, and as he's opening up, we're seeing that he's not some criminal mastermind. In fact, that's the mask. The real Mew is just some dumb college kid who's into a guy he's scared of being vulnerable with, because he's never caught feelings he couldn't control. It's so obvious someone messed Mew up REAL GOOD.

Boston is.... He's an objectively terribly human being. He's also a miserable human being though, a lot like Ray, and he places so much of his value on sex he doesn't know how to make meaningful bonds. It's clear he's nuts about Nick, that he wants to monopolize his affections and attentions, but he doesn't know how to translate that into something healthy. Like Mew, his relationship with sex is fucked, and at the core of an inability to bond. I actually think he's jealous of Mew because there's a parallel there, but whereas Boston is derided for his relationship with sex and inability to connect, Mew is praised. Boston is a shit human being, but he is to be pitied.

Ray's kind of a dick. He's self-centered, won't take no for an answer from Mew, he has substance abuse issues, and saying Sand wasn't his boyfriend because he's holding onto that hope for Mew was fucked. But he's also got major depressive disorder, his parents sound like real pieces of work, and Khao does such a great job of conveying his fragility you can really sense how close to just breaking apart he is. He fucks up, but you still want him to get to a better place.

Sand, oh dear god, this boy has my heart. He's not perfect. Yeah, he sells hooch, he smokes weed, he parties. But he's got flaws too. He works too much, his head's in the clouds, he's destined to wind up on a sexiest mugshots website, and he falls too hard, too fast. He lets himself get led around by the nose by Ray. Sand's the easiest character to like on this show. He's got a hustle, but he's also got 'dude I wouldn't be deeply uncomfortable to be in a room alone with' energy.

Nick's not completely guiltless with his relationship with Boston. I've got a soft spot for him because he's a sweet, quiet kid, and I have a habit of adopting introverts. But he's not like Mew, he knew his way around both dick and dicks from the start, and wasn't blind to who Boston was. He bugged the car. That was a little too extra. I still wanna buy him cheeseburgers and tell him these boys ain't shit though, because he's so miserably in love with Boston, and Boston might be up front with him, but he's still stringing him along, telling him what he wants to hear, and giving more when Nick expresses interest in seeing other people. Was recording Boston and Top some pure creep mode shit to do? Yes. But do I support him using the recording to put Boston in his place? Yeah, I do.

Cheum is another easy to like characters, but we don't get to see much of her, so aside from simply liking her dancing queen energy, I can't really make an assessment. I like that she's the only one in the group actually helping Mew with the project. Also, I laughed when she clocked Ray as most fuckable. Most queer woman would agree, and Jojo is out here making us feel attacked.

Anyways, in summation, I'm thinking of opening a GoFundMe to get therapy for fictional characters. I still can't believe we've got 7 more episodes of drams to get through.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #topmew #sandray #bostonnick #thai bl #bl drama

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frostgears · 9 months

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art project

"Oh, that? Art project I've been messing with."

The glass vat takes up most of her kitchen table, filled with uniform muddy brown fluid that reeks of organic solvents, something like nail polish.

"Um… what kind of art?"

"It's kind of a work in progress, okay?"

She says it's easier if she shows you. The vat is wrapped with a half-dozen turns of copper wire; she screws the bare ends into terminal blocks on a messy proto board, plugs cables from that into an antique PC, types a command on a grubby keyboard.

The muddy brown fluid vibrates. Waves cross its surface, forming interference peaks and troughs. Simple patterns grow more and more complex, and then the stuff climbs out of the vat entirely.

Cubes and pentaprisms and planar hexagons hang in the air above churning liquid. You move your head and some of it, seen edge on, disappears. You move back; there it is again. The chemical miasma of nail polish intensifies, and something else.

"That's… how? I've never seen anything like it. Some kind of ferrofluid?" you ask.

"Uh, sure, something like that."

She kills the program. Her hand creeps onto yours, squeezing it gently but firmly. She says, "Shall we go upstairs?"

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It's been three weeks. The sex has been incredible, the two of you practically joined at the genitals whenever you're together.

You tell her, incredibly full, that if she ever manages to get more of that strap inside you, you'll probably pass out. The next day, she shows up hefting a bigger one, and proves you right.

You're spending more and more time at her place. It's fine. It's really fine. You have roommates, she doesn't. But you'd like to use her kitchen, surprise her with something that isn't cheap takeout, and you can't, because that vat is in the way.

You ask her if she can move it? She can't. She shrugs. "I don't really cook much, so…"

"I do."

"Yeah… I need the table, though."

You're miffed, but she makes it up to you, by going slow enough that night that you don't immediately pass out. That leaves plenty of time for screaming.

You sleep over. You wake up in the middle of the night to piss, and find her gone. From the bathroom, you see the flicker of LEDs in the kitchen down the hall, smell acetone and… something else. Dusty rooms in empty houses?

You leave her alone. You're too tired; you don't want to fuck this up; you don't know what you'd say anyway. You go back to sleep.

—

It's been two months. You can't get enough of each other. You've gotten used to takeout, and her pelvis-endangering sexual appetites haven't let up; if anyone you knew saw you bent into the positions she likes to dick you down you in, they'd be shocked at your flexibility.

Most of your stuff is at her place now. (Just not the kitchen utensils.) It's easier that way. Less back and forth, and you're here basically every night anyway, have been for weeks. You want to ask her about moving in.

She can be… grumpy, sometimes. You can put up with it, moving around her moods like water. God knows you've had enough practice in your life. She's in a mood tonight, but you have to ask soon, because your lease is up in a month.

You've stacked the deck as much as you can. Her favorite noodle place for dinner; her favorite perfume dabbed behind your ears; a tight, low-cut minidress for easy access; your lips painted a smeary black, so she can see where they've been later.

"I'm gonna go out for a bit," she tells you, before you can make your play.

You were ready for a lot of things, but not this. Improvise. You put on your best disappointed pout, tug your bodice down a little more.

"Wait, weren't we going to…"

"Later, okay? A friend just texted me that he's got something I need for," she waves to the kitchen.

"Can't he just drop it off?" you beg.

"Nah. Fragile. I'll be back," she says. The door clicks solidly behind her.

Well, shit. There goes your plan for the night. And your… you hadn't worked up to "girlfriends" yet, which is a mistake on your part, you know. But she's out the door.

You give it a few minutes. You can wait patiently.

—

You've talked yourself into giving it a few hours when you really start to fume.

What the fuck is that godawful vat that's so important to her? How is it somehow a higher priority than you? Fuck it, fuck her, she needs to get this the right way around. She's going to come back to a scene she won't forget in a hurry.

You stomp into the kitchen and face down the vat. The smell is. Wow. Okay. That's a lot. But if it was really deadly toxic, she wouldn't leave it out like this, right?

You're going to drink it, throw it back up, splash some around, tell her she needs to choose because she apparently can't have both.

You're going to drink it, throw it back up, you tell yourself, as you dip a mug in and hold your nose.

Your throat spasms the minute the stuff is in your mouth, forcing it down. It's inside you in seconds, the whole mug.

You're not going to throw it up. You… need more. You scoop more out, lift it to your lips. Swallow. Again. Again.

—

She does come home to a scene.

"Oh fuck no, you didn't drink it, did you. You did."

"I," you tell her. You burp up a bit. "Absolutely. Did. You can't have." It spills down your chin and drips on your dress. "Both. Okay?"

"Yeah, no, here's the thing, I was going to break up with you. Gods. What a mess." She drops a paper bag down on the little kitchen counter, sits next to you, puts her head in her hands. "I was almost finished with it."

"So was I," you drool. You're so full. You can't get the stuff back out of you, though. You tried. You tried so hard. The vat is empty and it's all in you. Your eyes flutter closed and open and half-closed again.

"Oh, no, not by a long shot, you're not. I'm not wasting another year."

You hear the crinkle of paper. She's opening the bag. She forces a small hard thing into your mouth. It cracks and electricity crawls down all your limbs at once.

"Guess I'm stuck with you," she says, as you sink back to the floor.

You feel cold metal on your skin. She's taken the coils off the vat, she's wrapping them around you. You hear the clatter of the keyboard.

And then your skin starts to roil. The muddy brown fluid is in you, it's oozing out of everywhere, it is you, you're light and heavy at once, and you flow, and you're moving in ways that flesh and bone aren't supposed to move, and it seems like it should hurt,

And then you hear the familiar velcro noise as she tightens the harness of her strap. You don't remember her cock being this big. What the fuck. There's no way she expects you to take that… is there?

She stands over you, shoves it into you. And your new flesh flows to take her. As best you can, anyway. Her thrusts pushes the last dissolving, infiltrated bits of you out of you, the last pain, and now you're just you, and you pass out.

And then you wake up. And she's got a cock smeared with you, and a… smile? on her face. Like you're not what she wanted, but maybe, just maybe, she can work with this. So she starts again.

Later, you realize: You're moved in. So that's good, right? You want to find her and tell her, but you can't get outside the copper circle, and you can't quite form words yet, after what she's done to your throat. Okay. You can wait. You live here now anyway. □

#empty spaces #microfiction

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ramattra-simping · 1 year

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I know the stories are gonna be slow but please take your time when doing this, mental health is important 💜 but I might suggest a story, Reader having a mental health breakdown during a mission while working with Null Sector’s leader Ramattra. Look after yourself okay

Thank you for your patience. And sorry it took me that long to answer to your request.

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S/o having a breakdown while working with Ramattra

You knew from the moment you agree to work with Ramattra that it wont be easy.

Especially when you are a human and everyone knows he hates them.

But you once helped and omnic when he got beaten up and repaired him after it.

Ramattra heard of you from the omnic you helped and literally forced you to work with him as in "Your people cause this damage . You will fix it"

You agreed mostly because you felt bad for the omnics and want them to have a better life.

Time pasted and to your surprise Ramattra got a little nicer to you and you? Well you just fall for the null sector leader. How did it happen? If only you know

And because of it you got even more stressed when you fix another omnic. "What if i mess up?" "What if Ramattra doesnt need you at some point anymore?"

After a mission Ramattra got damaged. Not much but it still needed a check up so he went to you.

When you saw it was him who asked for your check up your stress level went high again.

You were on the edge of a breakdowm. 1. He got damaged/injured and that worried you. 2. You needed to check him up and repair the caused damage. 3. If you mess up he will be mad and surely kick you out.

You didnt even notice you were a shaking mess until he asked you what the matter would be. You just said you were bit cold hoping its enough for him

You started working now still very shaky but try your best.

But your thoughtd betray you.

You dont know why but your hand start to cramp and you let the tool fall you used.

Both you and Ramattra looked down to the tool and he is actually the one piccking it up for you. "Im so sorry! Im sorry! Please, please dont be mad!" was the first you could think of saying.

If he could he would rais an eyebrow at you.

"Now what is there to be sorry about" he asked you not looking away even when he placed the tool away.

"For messing up. For being so stupid!" small teares roll down now.

Ramattra understood fast. He may be n ot found of humans but you are a good one, who is on the side of the omnics right. He could trust you.

So he can see what is going on with you.

"Now, Now do not speak of yourself so low. You are not stupid nor did yu make any kind of mess."

"Yes i am. No matter what i do its always wrong." you know its not true yoursekf its the stress speaking now.

"Do you truly think you make everything wrong? Because if it would be true i would have already kicked you out."

He stands up now to stand right in front of you and looks downa t you.

"You are a good human compare to evryone else. You help my people no matter what you and we all are gratful for it." after his little spech he placed a hand on your shoulder.

You didnt know what came over you but out of instinct you hug him needing some comfort even if its a cold omnic chest.

He is taken back at first but lets you hold him.

He even pats your back to help you calm down. "Now, why wont you rest for the rest of the day and take your time? You humans are fragile after all"

You just nod your head at him frist before breaking the hug "Thank you Ramattra. Really"

This time he just nods and gave one more pat on your head before leaving.

While he is leaving one thing was for sure in his mind, no matter what he doesnt want to see you like this again rather just your happy smiling self.

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I hope you enjoy it. I also will finish all the other request i have before i shut this account off (not deleting) for a while because im planning to do something else and with work and all it will take a lot of my time.

If i find time again i of course would come back to writing here.

#gender neutral reader #x reader #romantic #request #random #ramattra x reader #ramattra ow #ramattra overwatch #ramattra #ow ramattra #overwatch headcanons #ow x reader

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jazzythursday · 10 months

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Careless (667 words)

He’d gotten careless.

It was a simple mistake, but a careless one all the same. He’d gotten distracted, and the ratio of one chemical to another was just a bit not right, just enough to—

It was carelessness, is all it was. Stupid. Idiotic. He can’t afford to call himself a demolitions expert if he can’t even handle semi-compustables without fucking it all up.

He’s still staring at the remnants of the exploded vile in his hand, tiny rivulets of blood running from the bits of broken glass embedded in his skin. He’s never liked being hurt, he’s never liked blood. It makes him feel fragile, and a bit like the times he was a child getting rapped on the knuckles for not trying hard enough in lessons, even though he was trying so hard. He flexes his hand. It burns, but not much, not as much as it probably should, and he should really get something to clean up the mess, but he’s just staring, staring and staring and wondering why he hadn’t thought to measure twice, why he hadn’t—

Jesper finds him like that, hunched over his work table, staring.

He’s very gentle as he handles Wylan into a chair and cradles his arm, brow furrowed and lips pursed as he inspects his hurt hand to look over the injury. Wylan feels frozen, like he’s stuck somewhere he doesn’t know how to find his way back from. Bracing for some kind of punishment—from who, he isn’t sure. Berating himself for being stupid enough to make a mistake he knows he’s better than and caught between the past and the present, in some cold and numb place in the middle.

Jesper catches his eyes. “Well, it looks like you’ll get to keep all your fingers.”

It draws a rough laugh out of Wylan, and he feels himself start to thaw. “Is that your professional opinion, Jesper Fahey?”

“Yes, and that’s Medik Fahey to you. Sit tight, love, and if you’re a good patient, I’ll even throw in a prize.”

Wylan snorts, then winces, because being out of his head means he can properly feel how much his hand actually hurts, and he finds that it does. Ouch.

Jesper gets out a pair of tweezers and pulls out every piece of glass, cleaning the cuts and wrapping them until Wylan has a bandage that runs from his fingertips up halfway to his elbow.

Jesper drops a kiss into the palm of Wylan’s hand when he’s done, soft and infinitely sweet in ways that Wylan cannot begin to define, in ways until recently he did not know he could have.

“Thank you,” he says, meaning it.

Jesper shrugs one shoulder and tilts his head, “Anytime. Well—not any time, please don’t make a habit of demo-disasters, not that this was a disaster, but—you know what I mean—”

Wylan cuts off the ramble with a kiss, marvelling at the way it never fails to make Jesper release a short little swallowed gasp into his mouth as his hands immediately pull Wylan closer. “I know,” Wylan says. “Thanks.”

“Right,” Jesper says, a little breathless. “Right,” he says again, dropping a kiss to the top of Wylan’s head and then flashing the grin that Wylan knows he uses when he wants to be charming. “First things first, I did say you’d get a prize, and I have it on good authority from Nina that waffles make the best medicine. Feel up to getting out of here?”

Wylan let’s Jesper pull him up by his uninjured hand and lead him out of the warehouse and into town. He’ll have to clean up the mess he’s made of his workstation tomorrow, remake the whole batch of flash bombs. But for now, as Jesper fills the silence with easy conversation about what he’d missed at the Crow Cub, the reassuring weight of his arm wrapped around his shoulders, Wylan thinks it can wait.

Maybe he can afford to be a little careless about some things.

#a drabble for your troubles?#written for the promt: careless from the wesper server #wesper fic club #Jazzy writes #jazzy writes fanfic #wesper #wesper drabble #wesper ficlet #wylan van eck #Jesper fahey #six of crows #shadow and bone

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justatalkingface · 10 months

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The 'Great' MHA Read Along, Part One (Chapters 1-4)

So, at the request of @lacunammmm, I'm going to be... well, rereading MHA. All of it, god help me. Because the chapter division is stupid and based off giving weekly (and often cheap) cliffhangers rather than smooth storytelling, I'm just going to reread arcs instead of individual chapters (the arcs I'm going to be using are the ones off the wiki, for the record), kinda summarize it, and write out my opinions as they happen in a stream of conscious kind of way.... which is going to be a mess, fair warning. If you've read my take on the War Arc as a whole, that is the vibe I'm going to be going for. Thankfully, the first couple of arcs are only a couple of chapters long, so I get to get some easy stuff as a warm up before it gets longer and more complicated. Anyways, I'll be doing this on and off, and if this gets any attention I'll probably move it up my priority list a bit.

Anyways, first impressions as I read: where the hell was this guy with dragon fire head the entire time? Right at the start of chapter one it has examples of Quirks and there's this guy freaking out, and it's like a fire version of all those dragon covenants from Darks Souls, which is fucking awesome. Seriously, talk about an underused idea.

*clears throat*

But. Anyways. There's some crazy nostalgia seeing normal kid!Izuku; I know he's technically the same character, but he's changed so much from then to now, it's almost like he's literally a different person. It's not just that he's more confident and stuff*, like, all his mannerisms are gone, too. I mean, hell, the only thing that really connects Izuku from then to the current version is him going Kaachan, of all things. There's this kind of disconnect because I can't think of Post War Izuku, or even to some extent before that, really acting like Izuku.

More than that, though, he feels... fleshed out, in the way later Izuku doesn't; this Izuku, for all his flaws, and often (but not just) because of them, feels a lot more like a person that late game SUPER-DEKU Izuku does. Man, I miss this version.

*Actually, now that I think about it, he doesn't actually seem to have grown in confidence, after a certain point. Maybe by BvI2, his confidence, as a person, seemed to have stalled a lot. He's more confident later on, true, but that's more in a, 'I have assessed I can take you' kind of way to various villains, where before he was more nervous and determined; he's more confident in his power, sure, and his power level means he can apply that confidence almost all the time, but beyond that? The Dark Deku bit is something I could see this Izuku doing, if with less confidence, and for him to go on for so long without really getting to value himself at all speaks of some serious lacking growth.

Ah, beginning Bakugou. I did not miss you. And geeze, Bakugou cares way too much about Izuku; that ego is as big as a blimp and as fragile as spun glass. God, I forgot how damn sinister he was early on; that smile while he's burning Izuku (which I note doesn't even to have marred his uniform) gives me 'child pulling fly wings' energy. I really could see early Bakugou going way too far on Izuku and seriously hurting him in that, 'I didn't mean to' kind of a way, only maybe regretting it afterwards, and that is a bad vibe to have. In a less serious note, how does the teacher teach anything with him in class? From the way his friends talked afterwords, the lack of reaction the teacher had to his fits, everything he did except the suicide baiting was standard. Yelling, standing on the desk, exploding shit? None of that registered.

I know he's supposed to get away with everything because the staff likes his potential, but how much of the class does the teacher have to yell over him and his explosions? Or does he patiently wait for him to shut up before the lesson can continue, because clearly Bakugou's not getting punished for any of that.

...Sweet flying fuck, it has just got to hit me how much that must have hurt, the slime villain thing. Drowning is supposed to be a horrible way to die, and I doubt drowning in slime is any better, and to add insult to injury? He calls Izuku 'his hero', fuck. All things considered, that's probably the first time Izuku's been told that since his mom played games with him a a kid, since I doubt it's as common a phrase in MHA as it is now...

...

Now that I think about it, I refuse to believe that some sort of All Might related slang doesn't exist in MHA somewhere, and is this super common thing that people say all the time. It makes too much sense to me, considering the semi-literal worship the man has, and makes me want to laugh too much for it not to be real.

Speaking of All Might, popping out of the sewer, while carrying his groceries, as you do: in retrospect, that's like Superman crossed with your favorite idol popping out of the sewer, dressed in a normal outfit, holding groceries. It is both hilarious and without the reader's context brings up so many questions.

God, I miss this All Might. He's posing as he jump/flies away, long past the time Izuku should be able to see him, delightfully extra about it, and he's just so casual about this interaction, as he checks on Izuku, secures the villain, and even gives him an autograph on sheer autopilot.

I... I think this might be peak!All Might? Like, I know we get more of his story later on (but not by much, and generally just to introduce another character), but as a character I feel like his entire personality just started to flatten out after this initial arc, and by the time the next arc hits he's already getting flanderized into the useless character we end up with. Give it a second, let's get to a bit later in the story and I'll expand on that.

That said, the fact Izuku managed to stay on his leg and not get flattened by the jump or something is amazing.

Ah, instant karma on Bakugou. But, as has been noted, not punishment; he's not being punished for being an asshole, something bad just randomly happened to him, in a way that makes readers subconsciously want to think he's been punished for being an asshole, without having to make up for it in anyways, in a kind of half assed version of the dying for redemption trope.

Alright, real talk time: All Might and turning down Izuku. A lot of people hate on All Might for this, and I mean, a lot. They call him hypocritical and cruel, and like, did you pay attention? The man is being consistent; he didn't become a hero (student) until he got a Quirk. More than that, he tried to let him off gently, told him about how else he could help, and he really was just being honest. He may have been wrong, but he was honestly wrong. The fact Izuku took it so bad was because All Might was his last hope, but you can't blame All Might for Izuku's entire life when this is literally the first time they met.

*side eyes Bakugou*

Anyways, and now we come to it: the big moment. Well, a big moment, anyways; a lot of big moments in these chapters.... but yeah, Izuku saving Bakugou. It's... I feel like hindsight is tainting me here, in all honesty. Because that face Bakugou makes, as all those heroes stand around*, it does get you in the gut, it really does, especially when it drives cowardly Izuku to charge forward to save him. Asshole or not, he is just a kid, and he doesn't deserve that...

But. I can't help but look at that and think, 'This is Hori skipping on characterization'. That is, rather than making him better (though, to be fair, these early parts are the part of his biggest growth), or kinder to fix his character, Hori is hitting us with a poor Bakugou moment to smash some sympathy into us to try and undo all the shit that made us hate him not five seconds ago, while still leaving him as is. I don't know, maybe I'm too cynical, but I can't shake the thought.

But yeah, this is like, the defining moment for who Izuku is as a person, and it still is great at making him feel heroic in this really realistic, yet still impressive and admirable way. I really do love these early chapters. As much as I hate to say it, though, if All Might wasn't there all that would have happened was he would have gotten killed, like, two seconds after that so the heroes kinda had a point yelling at him.

Trying to recruit the recently traumatized victim, though? That is pure shit. Less, 'do you want to work for me', and more, 'Do you have lung damage', please; you're apparently professionals so I'd love it if you acted like it.

*Yeah, I feel like Aizawa would have expected all his students to try and rescue someone trapped by the slime guy, Quirk match up or not; there's certainly enough bad match ups they have in literally every school sponsored fight we've seen that it feels off that someone just said, 'I have a disadvantage' and gave up. I can't tell if this is an excellent demonstration of how half assed the heroes are getting, that UA is just better, or all heroes got flanderized as the series progressed into just charging in all the time anyways and this kind of characterization got forgotten. Some of everything, maybe.

Also. You, Fire Hose Man. Backdraft. Look, you stupid fucker, I get you're putting fires out (the second Bakugou is not responsible is the second his Quirk starts being treated seriously, interestingly; can't light a shirt on fire but once the slime gets to him the city starts burning? After this I don't think he'll ever start a fire again, no matter how hard he's going on someone or how flammable various things are) but you know what might be more helpful? Stopping more fires from happening, and saving a literal child! Two-for-one!

The villain is made of slime. You have access to high pressure water.

Do I need to draw you a map?!

*sigh*

...Sweet fuck in any other context than him being hammier than ham, All Might would be terrifying. How much of that persona is All Might going, 'Don't be afraid, I'm here to rescue you', and how much is, 'Don't be afraid of me, I'm so extra! Clearly I can't single handedly cause natural disasters when I'm not carefully monitoring my strength; there's no way you're going to explode if I touch you!'

God Bakugou, your ego, dial it back. Izuku, why are you complimenting how he refuses to get over himself?

Actually, right before All Might shows up, Izuku basiclly moves on from what... All Might said, which is interesting. He clearly still wants to be a hero, but that moment in itself just seemed really grown up to me. I respect that.

And... ah. I think this is my favorite moment.

'You can be a hero'.

God that's so damn powerful, the way you can see Izuku's composure fail, second by second. And... look at the way All Might is standing, look at how confident he is standing there, even when he's Skele-Might. This is the All Might I like, this is the man who helped get me into this story in the first place; even at his weakest, even after burning past his limit, he's still got the aura of a top hero to him, before promptly being shown as a Real Human, and it's so different from how cringing he seems to get later on, and so different from all these other mentors and heroes. All Might is both larger than life and starkly human in these chapters and that contrast is glorious.

And then the training, and I just hate we can't get this for rest of the series; All Might has that retired coach kind of a feel to him, of a guy who has done everything and knows how it works, and is just surprised and delighted by how Izuku is not only keeping up with, but surpassing his expectations.

The training we see is short, but when Izuku ends up screaming his victory, god it feels like he earned that win, and it's viscerally satisfying to see him improve like that.

'Now eat this', lol.

...What the fuck is UA's budget. They have a fucking town, like, an actual town, to train in. More than one? People could live there. And it's nice to see Iida be a character again, and the little arc he goes through here is interesting; he's well meaning, but abrasive, and in Izuku's mind almost bullying him, but you can still see how he means well; he maybe be a bit of a jerk at this moment, but he's not an asshole, which makes him (for what, one chapter?) a far more satisfying rival character than Bakugou ever was. If the story was spun different, you could really see a competing sort of rivalry between them forming where they both ultimately respect each other even as they try to one up each other, the thing everyone seems to think Izuku has with Bakugou for no real reason.

On another retrospective note, I have mixed feelings about how OFA is working here; when I first read this, I got into it, Izuku's struggles really brought me in. And then he kept struggling. And kept struggling. And the way All Might is suddenly unable to see this obvious problem coming, when he was so competent until Izuku got to UA, for literal months, leaves a bad taste. Looking back, it feels like Izuku is getting nerfed so he can suffer and panic all the time, and All Might is getting dumber so he can be a joke, and that.... ugh.

Uraraka coming in clutch on that rescue, though.

And Bakugou, yet again I'm harsher in hindsight, or maybe just less connected to Izuku's view on him, who would of course expect Bakugou to be the best, but the way it's focusing on his 'sheer battle instinct' and that he ends up in first place just feels like Hori hyping him up just because he can.

And to wrap it up... I'm assuming the 'Your Hero Academia' makes more sense in Japanese, because that phrase just feels...awkward, reading that in English. Was it different in the official stuff, or did it just stay as that weird almost title drop...? I can't quite sympathize as much with Izuku here, because of course he was going to get in, but it's nice seeing him win anyways.

In all honesty, this ended up meatier than I expected for just four chapters; in the future, if/when I keep this up, and the arcs get bigger, I might need to break it into multiple chunks to stop them from getting too big. Or, maybe this intro is meatier into such a short span because it's the intro. Guess we'll have to see.

#The 'Great' MHA Read Along #mha critical #bnha critical #bakugou critical #i miss this all might #i have no idea what i'm doing #what the fuck did i just bring upon this cursed land

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thescrumptiousstuffs · 8 months

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Only Friends, Episode 6 - Happy F@#king birthday

In which we see Ray’s self-combust while leaving a trail of destruction, Sand showing his darker side, Ton continues to be an arsehole and Mew finally knows the truth

Sand

This episode more than anything depicts how complex human nature can be. Sand (who so far has been shown as someone with integrity) reached a breaking point. We know he is street smart, cares for his mom, and has basically fallen for Ray. We also know to some extent he cares for Nick. But the recent revelations of Ton/Top shenanigans, followed by Ton’s outing Ray on the latter’s feelings about Mew on his birthday plus Ray’s ambiguous comments about their relationship (not that I blame Ray or Sand specifically - the latter never made it clear he wanted more and the former is still hung up on Mew) have made Sand at edge. And then we have Sand deliciously tense confrontation with Top in hospital, where we sees while Top may have changed for Mew but remains arrogant to everyone else, and as per Sand “a prick.” With Top reminding Sand where he sits at the ladder (the bottom), it’s truly a sight to see Sand being calculative (but also in my personal opinion, it’s his way to make sure Ray/Nick being cut off from Ton (plus Top) because they are arseholes) - deliberately destroying his phone (when he doesn’t have lots of cash to begin with), manipulating Nick AND Ray to set off a catastrophic cascade of effects with the latter’s alcohol/substance abuse(s) playing a huge role on what truly was an explosive scene during Mew’s party.

Nevertheless, we sees his caring nature comes into play again. Sand was the only one out of everyone in the party to come after Ray, and despite Ray continuos lashing on Sand (the former trying to physically and emotionally pushing the latter away), he still chased after Ray, worried that the latter will hurt himself with his drunk driving.

Ray

My disaster muffin 😩😫….despite his many flaws, Ray at baseline is an honest person. We know he loves/cherish his friendship with Mew. And I truly believes he is starting to like Sand (also slowly growing to trust and loves him too. At the very least, Sand is the first person outside Mew who treats him more than an inconvenient and seems to truly care for him).

Yes, Ray is immature, but he only really acted whenever he perceived (or being manipulated) to think Mew is in danger. He kissed Mew impulsively when Ton suggested Top is only interested in playing around with Mew. And when he tries moving on, Ton again brought up his feelings for Mew. Even then, he didn’t act out (just giving death stares to Ton in class and during their hangouts), until Sand calculatively informed him of Top/Ton transgression. Again rather than telling Mew straight up, he confronted Ton first (unfortunately hot-headedly), which makes it easy for Ton to control the narratives by playing on Ray’s insecurities and emotions - accusing Ray of wanting Mew/Top to break up so that he can play a hero (which again I don’t think it’s true - I feel Mew has made it abundantly clear Ray will only be a cherished bestie and Ray accepted it - with sadness but he does!), but for Ton to keep putting salt on the wounds, it’s upsetting to see on Ray’s part.

I am not surprised with how Ray self-destruct during Mew’s party. He has suppressed his views and feelings for so long - Ton keeps making snide remarks, Cheum despite being kind and cheerful (as a default mode) has also always thought of him as a drunken fool, Top with his smug “I win” face, and even Mew whose automatic mode whenever he sees Ray is to mother him (thinking that he is either drunk or doing hard drugs, which although comes from a good place doesn’t really help Ray’s fragile self-esteem). And so, when you include Ray’s medicating himself with alcohol (and maybe drugs) into the equation - his inhibitions have gone out of the window. What he actually said during his drunken mess is NOT wrong (except his accusation on Sand being a gold digger - but even then, remember - their relationship started of as transactional and so, it’s easy for Ray to turn on default mode and lash out on Sand) - but the way he said it and timing of all it, well…we saw the trail of destructions he left in his wake.

His relationship with Sand took a setback this episode. Sand never made it clear what he wanted from Ray (from an outsider POV, it’s clear he wants more; even Sand’s wise mom could see it. But Sand is wary, probably a combo of his last broken relationship, destroyed by Top and Ray himself declaring multiple times they are “just friends”). Ray at least has told up front he thinks Sand as friends with benefits. The only point he has never told Sand (before the end of last episode) was his unrequited feelings for Mew. And it’s not something Ray needed to tell Sand. It’s personal and they are still at the stage of just getting to know each other. Anyway, I am in dire need for my sweet SandRay vibes back 😩😫 (and from next week preview, I’m hopefully going to get my wish)

(On the side note, Khaotung beautifully portrayed a broken, alcoholic mess. People with drug/alcohol addictions often hurt and lashed out on their family and friends. They also turn into the worst versions of themselves. So, while I’m still hurting from this episode, I am in awe with Khaotung’s acting 👌)

Boston

Ton continues to be unredeemable for me. He is unrepentant, selfish and unscrupulous. The way he manipulates Ray and Nick is masterful (definitely a politician son, and also the way his dad is proud of Ton’s many one night stands???, let just say I can see why Ton is the way he is!) - the way he spitefully jabbed on Ray when the latter confronts him regarding the whole Top/Ton situation to the way he playfully (and seductively) placates Nick when the latter attempts to firstly confronts his terrible behaviour in outing Ray/Mew in front of Sand (even then he blames the weed cookie rather than himself) and secondly when Nick found out Ton is likely going to move to New York after university.

He is also hypocritical. He doesn’t like being filmed without consent (fair enough, nobody should be filmed/photographed without consent). But for him to say it when he has been doing the exact same thing all this time…urgh, what an arsehole.

And to the end he remains consistent with his personality - not a hint of remorse when Ray drunkenly tried to expose him. Nor a shred of guilt when Nick tried to show solidarity with Ton by embracing him. Just Ton pushing Nick away (which tells you so much about who is in Ton’s mind - HIMSELF)

This is the one character I am hoping karma will come and hunt him!

(I despise him as a character but Neo as Ton is delicious to see. You can tell Neo has fun playing a despicable villain as a change from his usual roles. So, kudos to him and I hope we can see more of him in 2024, sinking into more meaty roles!)

Nick

Everytime I see him on screen, I winced. Ton has him in hook and reads him like a book. It doesn’t help Nick loves Ton and despite knowing Ton’s callous nature, Nick accepts this, making leeway to Ton’s behaviours. I want him to learn he is worth more than Ton because for now, he is moulding himself to make sure Ton never lose interest in him (and if that means ignoring all the red flags 🚩 that are waving madly in front of him, then so be it 😣). From what we see in the trailer, he breaks down in front of Sand with Sand reiterating what an arsehole Ton is (I assumed it may be related to Nick confirming Sand stole the video recording as we Nick clueing on it when he got back his phone). We see time after time, other people (Top, Ray and even Ton himself) also warning Nick about Ton. But love is truly blind, and I wonder what will be the breaking point for Nick - the one that will finally make him break free off Ton (maybe it’s Papang’s character?)

Top

In my opinion, he truly likes Mew (not sure about love yet, but they are getting there). He is trying hard to change - in his own word “a better version of himself.” The problem is, he is only a better version FOR Mew. I can see why Mew falls for him - he is sweet, attentive and basically the perfect gentleman/boyfriend that any person can ask for. However, as we can see, other than Mew - Top is just his usual self, arrogant and used to getting his own ways. He is dismissive towards Ray (and forever lording on the fact he won Mew, like Mew is a prize rather than an individual). Similarly, he belittles Sand (Top is never going to be a person who apologises except to Mew), again emphasising how he always gets what he wants, reminding Sand where he stands in the pecking order. He loathes Boston (fair enough) and in my opinion, he only tolerates Namchuen/April because the girls are not a threat to him (and his relationship with Mew).

He is also a coward. He kept silent about the Top/Ton situation, thinking it’s never gonna come to light (again he didn’t apologise about thinking Ray/Mew had a sexual relationship, which as far I am concerned even if they did it was 2 yrs ago). So, when Mew played him at the end, all I can say is - FINALLY (and even then he initially tried to say him sleeping with Ton was only before TopMew is a thing?? until Mew pressed him, exposing that he knew Top slept again more recently).

Mew

Which brings me to sweet Mew. I have always thought there is more to Mew than meets the eyes. Yes, he is inexperienced in some ways, but he is observant, well- adjusted and intelligent. Him being brought up by loving lesbian couple 🥳😘. And him knowing he doesn’t need to have a bf to feel fulfill cause he knows he can get love from his friends and moms. And so, for him, Top is someone he chose consciously as a partner.

I also love the analogy the screenwriters/directors took with the whole TopMew sensory deprivation dates we had so far (laser tag - touch, silent DJ - hearing, blind date - sight). I perceived it as Mew seeing Top in rose-tinted glasses (during their getting to know each other phase) until he finally got laser treatment this episode (such an irony it was Top who suggested it), and P’ Yo commenting it’s like Mew being reborn. So, Mew finally achieving clear vision and for him to learn about Top’s cheating - 👌. Also, kudos for Mew, playing the long game when he found out Top’s cheating by staying calm and collected at his own party, decking Ray (unfortunately, Ray needed it cause he was truly causing havoc with Ray not listening to any reasonings even when Mew attempts to do that first by trying to calm Ray down), to him seducing Top before dropping the bombshell (Book played this part masterfully and to see him tearing Force’s Top character into pieces - 👍)

I will say it again, I really like Mew and Ray’s genuine friendship. Yes, Mew cannot return Ray’s feelings (and I suspect Mew is trying to gently “wean” Ray off his dependency of Mew cause despite being a good/close friend he cannot be there for Ray 24 hours) but other than that, Mew has made more efforts (than the rest of the group) to be there for Ray. And so, I’m glad that Ray did tell Mew (as any bestie should!) about Top/Ton. I just wished Mew have communicated to Ray better about letting him handle Top (I suspect it’s one of the reason why Ray may have drunkenly try to expose Top cause Mew may have kept his silence, probably trying to process what he has heard from Ray but Ray may have perceived it as Mew not believing him).

April and Namchuen

I’m glad we are seeing more of them (finally!). Like any relationship they have their own problems and with Ray again exposing their private issues during his drunken tirade (urgh that was disastrous, but also yay! - it’s a catalyst for this couple to communicate effectively and sort out their issues).

However, it does seem Namchuen is truly clueless about what’s going on with her male besties. She knows superficially about Ray being perpetually drunk and Ton being a slut. But other than that, it seems the boys are shielding her from the rest of their issues. So, it will be interesting to see how their dynamic changes now that some of the secrets and lies are being exposed (I’m also genuinely worried they are ALL not gonna pass their hostel project 🫣)

Anyway, as usual, it was a roller coaster 🎢 ride of emotions by the end of the episode. The cast and their actings continue to impress me - but the stand out for this episode belongs to Ray, Mew and Sand 👌….so, is it Saturday yet? I need to see Top grovel on Mew’s feet, Mew duking it out with Ton and some SandRay sweet moments to compensate for what I just experienced with episode 6

17/09/2023

#only friends the series #episode 6 #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #firstkhaotung #sandray #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #Neo trai #mark pakin #lookjun bhasidi #nonnie pitchaporn #this is me as usual to sort out the mess of emotions and relationship in each episode so that I can get it straight for next one

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pars-ley · 1 year

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Number 28 (part one)

Pairing: Taehyung x female reader

Summary: Moving into your new building, the last thing you expect is to be helped by your gorgeous new neighbour but will ignoring the connection the two of you have be that easy or will it backfire and blow up in your face.

Genre: Neighbour au / fluff / Angst / friends to lovers /strangers to lovers / series /

Rating: 15 (SFW)

Warnings: slight embarrassment / flirting / Taehyung being dreamy

Word count: 3.2k

Beta: @baljinciaga and @kthpurplesyou thank you both so much for your kind words and advice.

Banner: @imakeamess you’re honestly amazing.

Notes: This is for @btsmosphere thank you for your ask, I really appreciate and sorry it’s taken me so damn long. I’m turning this into a series, future chapters might possibly be nsfw. Thank you for reading and if you could reblog, comment or send me an ask telling me what you think, i’d really love it.

You manage to catch one of the double fire exit doors at the back of your new building with your foot and manoeuvre your back against it, enabling you to slip inside without having to put your heavy box down.

Moving into a new apartment is hard enough but you chose to do it at night, with only one friend to help you. It seemed like a good idea at the time, it would be quiet with hardly anyone using the elevator but you’d forgotten just how much stuff you had packed and the idea of just the two of you lugging everything up filled you with dread for the very long night ahead.

You hear the ding of the elevator, snapping you out of your thoughts, and rush round the corner to catch the back of someone going inside.

“Hold the doors, please!” you call out, struggling to get there before the doors close. A hand comes out at the last minute sending them opening again. “Thank you.” you say strained, as you step in and place the box down with a bump. Hopefully there’s nothing fragile in this one. Leaning over you press the same button that’s already alit and straighten up, trying to stretch your already aching back.

“Are you moving in?” a deep, rich voice echoes in the confines of the metal walls.

Wiping the sweat off your brow with the back of your hand and glancing up, you freeze for a moment. Now you understand what tall, dark and handsome really means and there he was in a suit tailored to perfection. Black hair styled flawlessly with not a single strand out of place, not to mention a face the gods themselves would make a picture of out of stars.

Suddenly you were wishing you weren’t standing here in your lounge suit, had some makeup on and weren’t a flushed sweaty mess while in such a confined space.

“Uh, yea.” you reply, feeling like an absolute idiot. That was the best you could come up with?

“Number 27 by any chance?” he asks, running a hand through his shiny hair and sending it bouncing back into place. The movement of his arm circulated his scent around you. Musky, sweet but clean and absolutely drawing you in.

You raise an eyebrow at his question. “Yea, how do you know? Was there a newsletter or something?”

Laughing with a boxy smile that has your insides melting, “I happen to know who your new neighbour is.”

God, you hope its him.“And…what are they like? Wild parties? Loud music? Never ending stream of guests?”

A sideways smile that makes your heart hurt, he looks so damn good. “More like; quiet nights in with a book, a few friends over on the odd occasion and excessive photography. So if you can hear the click of the camera lens through the walls then it sucks for you.”

You laugh. That was a relief to say the least. “Oh, well that sounds bearable.”

“Does that mean you’re the party animal?” A touch of humour glinting in his ebony eyes.

“More of a late night movie watcher, friends over for gaming sessions and unless a paintbrush on a canvas can be heard, I'm as quiet as a mouse.”

A genuine heart warming smile stretches across his face.How someone so devastatingly handsome could be so adorable at the same time had you dizzy.

“Then in that case, welcome to the building, neighbour.” he puts a hand out and you shake it.

“You’re the bookworm?” you ask, unsure whether to feel excited at having his apartment so close or disappointed that you know can't date him for the very same reason. Like you'd have a shot anyway.

He grimaces slightly at the nickname. “Taehyung, nice to meet you.” you give him your name and he looks down at the singular box you have with you, “is this all you have?”

“I wish, there's a whole truck full downstairs and I've only just started.” you rub your face, tiredness of the day finally catching up.

“Where are your movers?” he frowns, seeming genuinely concerned.

“Miss cheap skate here didn’t wanna pay out for any. My friends offered but everyone, bar one person bailed last minute, so it’s just two of us.” you shrug attempting to ease the crease of worry on his forehead.

“We can’t have that. I’ll go down with you and help.”

The elevator stops and the doors open with a loud ding. Bending to pick up the box it is taken from your grasp and lifted swiftly away.

“No, no, honestly, you’ll ruin your suit.” you’re practically chasing him down the hallway to your door.

“I'll change.”

“I really couldn’t ask you to do that.” you fumble with your keys but manage to open the door to let him place the box inside.

“Well it’s a good job you didn’t and I offered.” he says heading back out the door, removing his blazer and unlocking his door just a few metres from yours. “I’m just going to change quickly.”

You hesitate. “Well, if you insist on helping, that would be great."

He nods. "What are neighbours for? I'm just going to change," he says as he unlocks the door to his department. "I'll meet you back downstairs."

"Sure thing." You reply, pushing the button for the elevator and resisting the urge to look inside his apartment. When you hear his door click shut behind you, the excitement of having him help blooms inside you, holding back the squeal you feel bubbling in your throat and opting for a silent laugh instead.

The opening doors of the elevator invite you in and all you are met with is your cheshire cat grin looking back at you in the reflection of the mirrors inside. You shake your head at yourself. Get a grip. See a cute guy and you're ready to lose your mind. Yea sure he seems nice, friendly, helpful, not to mention dreamy but you cannot date your neighbour.

You push the thoughts aside ready to return to your task at hand.

Once outside, the autumn night air has a bite to it, very different to the warmth you felt next to Taehyung and it sends a shiver through you. The lights from the building illuminate the darkness, your boxes glowing like a broadway sign saying ‘new to the building’.

Footsteps echo as you stroll down the quiet alley at the back of the building, the hushed sounds of the cars on the road of the busy city whisper in the distance. Your friend, Mark’s grunts interrupt the peace, the noise bouncing off of the walls around you, as he moves furniture into a pile at the end of the van.

“Is there anything you want taken up first?” he asks from inside the van.

“Probably the parts of the bed, they can be taken straight into the bedroom and I'll put it together tomorrow.”

He turns to you over his shoulder, looking at you through his dark fringe and says, “and what are you going to sleep on tonight genius?”

“It’s called the sofa, dummy.” you poke your tongue out at him as the sound of light footsteps echo behind you. When Taehyung appears at your side, the same scent from the elevator envelopes you, even outside it's intoxicating. Glancing up at him you’re even more devastated by his casual outfit than you were in the suit.

The grey hoodie unzipped, showing a white t-shirt tight enough to accentuate his defined chest, with the matching grey jogging bottoms and a black baseball cap he wore backwards. This look made you want to bite your lip and let your eyes wander down but you dare not.

Snapping yourself out of your trance, you make introductions. “Mark, this is my new neighbour, Taehyung, who has so graciously offered to help us out.”

They nod to each other, before Mark returns to halling out bed parts.

“So, I made a call and a couple of my friends are coming over to help.” Taehyung informs you with your head snapping up in his direction. “What?”

Mark sighs, the sound full of relief. “Taehyung, I don't even know you but I like you already.”

Taehyung’s answering chuckle was endearing and you had to stop your eyes from growing puppy dog wide whilst you tried not to make your admiration obvious.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say quietly, not wanting to seem ungrateful but not knowing how to deal with this stranger's kindness, as Mark starts to unload the bed parts, passing them down to you and Taehyung.

“I know but they aren’t doing anything, they’re happy to help.”

You both head back inside, placing the bed parts against the wall next to the elevator to try to lessen your trips.

“It’s Friday night, how can they not have plans?” You can’t seem to let it drop, as kind as it is, you don’t like feeling in debt to someone.

“Hey, I don’t have plans.” Taehyung protests with a slight pout.

“You sure looked like you had plans?” raising an eyebrow at him quizzically.

He sighs, defeated, “Ok, I had a date.”

Surprisingly, disappointment blooms in your stomach and something akin to jealousy threatens under the surface but you push that away in an instant. “Oh?” you respond as you turn away and head back to the van.

“It was a blind date, I don’t usually agree to them,” he says quickly, as if ashamed. “And tonight just proved the reason why.”

You can’t fathom the delight that blooms inside your chest at hearing this and you mentally scold yourself for it. “That bad huh?”

He nods and you watch his face drop as you finish lugging all the parts of your bed back into the building. “I text a friend to "fake call" me with an emergency just so I had an excuse to leave.”

You watch his forehead wrinkle in anguish as if wrestling with that decision he made and clearly feeling bad about it.

“We’ve all been there. Sometimes it’s gotta be done.”

He mulls that over and gives you a small smile. “Safe to say it’s the last blind date I'll be going on.”

You both journey up in the elevator again, holding the parts against the walls to stop them falling over.

“I’m struggling to understand why someone like you even needs to be set up on a blind date.” There you go thinking out loud again before you can stop the words escaping your lips.

His eyes look up at yours, gaze curious but you see something flicker in them you can't quite place. “Someone like me?”

Instantly your cheeks heat, wishing you could take that sentence back. Not having any idea what to say in response to save yourself some more embarrassment, you scramble for an answer until the panic makes you cave and you just decide to be honest.

“Yea…I mean, look at you. I’m surprised there’s not a line of women following you around as we speak.”

Now, it was his turn to blush. You watch the pink spread across his cheekbones as he tries to hide his bashful smile. “Definitely not.” clearing his throat and flicking the hair out of his eyes he changes the subject, something you’re grateful for. “Anyway, what about you? Moving in alone?”

“Yep, just me.” You were feeling awkward and not sure why.

“No boyfriend?” his eyebrow twitches and you just shake your head in response.

“Now that surprises me.”

It was your turn again for that persistent blush having only just got rid of it. “Why’s that?” and yet, a part of you wanted him to continue.

“Well, you’re beautiful, funny, friendly…that's just what I've got from our brief encounter so far. Not to mention, creative and a gamer, all high ranking points in what a lot of guys look for in someone…”

You shrug, managing to hide the grin that threatens to portray itself. “It’s finding a nice guy that's not going to waste my time, that’s the problem.”

He nods, understanding. Maybe it’s the same with women too. “Relationships are not the difficult part to navigate. For me, it’s finding someone that’s actually interesting enough to want to spend so much time with, do you get that?” The same worry in his eyes you’ve felt in yourself countless times when attempting to open up to someone. He really gets it.

“Completely. Lately, it feels as if so much is focused on how someone looks and how much money they spend on dates, as opposed to the actual connection you have with someone and how they make you feel. After all, when you’re old and wrinkled that’s what’s really going to matter.” There’s a long pause and when Taehyung doesn’t respond you glance up at his face to see him staring at you, smiling.

When a few more moments pass, you awkwardly shift your feet and that seems to snap him out of his trance. He clears his throat again and nods. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

On your return trip back downstairs, his friends have arrived in the lobby and he introduces you to Jungkook and Jimin, both extremely friendly and extremely handsome. What are these guys eating? Having this many good looking, friendly and helpful guys in a friendship group should be against basic human rights.

After some casual chit chat, their sleeves are rolled up and they are lugging box after box to your apartment. Even Mark seems to get along with all of them and he is one of the least social people you know, he barely even tolerates you.

Everything moves fast with the extra hands and before long there are only a few more boxes to take up. It's when you get the sofa into the building that you realise it will not fit in the elevator and all of you will have to try to take it up seven flights of stairs.

The comical aspect of this proves too much at first as all of you at some point end up in fits of laughter as you all try angling it in different ways to get it past the corners and the bannisters. This was a living 'friend's' sketch for sure, the urge to call out "pivot" was almost overwhelming but in case they were not fans of the show you decided to keep it to yourself, smirking in your own amusement.

By the time the sofa reaches your new living area, the guys had a sheen of sweat across their brows and their heavy panting chorused together.

“Ok, you guys have done enough! Me and Mark can take it from here,” you touch Taehyung's shoulder, “Thank you, all, you’ve been such a great help.”

Jungkook jumped on the spot a little, “Nah we’re good, there’s like three more boxes, we’ll go and grab the last ones.” He flexes his muscles and wiggles his eyebrows at you before him and Jimin jog out down the hallway.

“Whatever these guys are on, I want some of it.” Mark says dryly before leaving with them.

Now you and Taehyung are alone again, awkwardness starts to rise up and you’re unsure why but before it can escalate you interject, “Well then, I’m getting pizza for everyone as a thank you. Where’s a good pizza place ‘round here?” You pull out your phone already googling places in the area.

“You don’t have to do that.” Taehyung protests and you give him a disapproving look.

“And you all didn’t have to help me, so let me repay the gesture.”

He gives in and nods, telling you about a pizza place they order from all the time. As you complete the order, the others return with the last of your stuff.

You surveyed your apartment, it didn’t look like much right now but it was yours and all your stuff was here.

Mark’s arm winds around your shoulders, encasing you in a warm hug. “You ok?” he watches your face as you nod and lean into him.

You felt an immense swell of pride in your chest, and you had every reason to be proud of yourself. You had bought this apartment on your own, with only a little help from Mark of a small loan for your deposit but you had done it. A huge milestone you'd dreamed of reaching, fair enough you'd always imagine this step with a partner or husband but the fact that you managed by yourself made you feel even more successful. It showed you, you could be successful on your own without a man propping you up.

After the last apartment you attempted to buy with your ex, you weren't sure you wanted to even try again. But dwelling on the past doesn't do anyone any good. Here you are, finally at a place in life you were happy in most aspects.

You take a deep breath and turn back to the guys. “Ok, pizza’s on the way.”

They cheer and you are quickly enveloped in a warm hug with Jungkook and Jimin, dancing you around the room until you are laughing so much your belly hurts.

“Alright, I vote we eat in my apartment, as I have the luxury of seating.” Taehyung’s amused voice sounds.

“Excuse me sir, but what do you call that?” You point at your sofa with feign shock popping your mouth open.

“Let me rephrase, I have the luxury of ample seating.”

You couldn't help the laugh that escapes. “Fair point.”

Taehyung leaves with Jungkook and Jimin talking excitedly but you feel eyes on you and turn to the only one left in the room.

“What?” you ask after noticing Mark's questioning gaze.

“What is that?”

You frown as you look around the room, not understanding. “What is what?”

“Oh come on, there’s something between you two.” he says as if stating a well known fact.

Your brain hustle’s for some semblance of understanding. “Between who now?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t give me that. You and Taehyung, it’s so obvious it’s practically visible.”

Your mouth pops open and you feel annoyance rise up inside you, at him creating something over nothing. “I’ve only just met him.”

Shrugging, he replies. “Since when does a spark have a time constraint?”

Your mouth opens for a response but you hesitate. Do you have a spark? Just because two people get along doesn’t mean there’s something behind it. “It’s called being friendly, doofus.”

“Hmm-mm,” raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re friendly with me, with Jungkook and Jimin too but Taehyung…god, it’s practically suffocating, the energy between you, and you know i’m right otherwise you wouldn’t be getting so defensive.” He smirks and the sight irritates your soul.

“There. Is. Nothing.” your foot stamps slightly making your point final as you fold your arms across your chest, something Mark finds very amusing.

“Alright, little miss brush-off, whatever you say. Let’s go eat.” He hooks your arm and drags you out the door and to Taehyung's apartment with questions rapidly filling your head and overthinking now beginning.

Was he right? Did Taehyung like you or is Mark simply reading into a new friendship too hard? Either way, you have to be careful now, the last thing you need is to fall out with your next door neighbour. Whether that be heartbreak or misunderstanding, especially when you’ve only been in the building for four hours.

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herbeloved82 · 8 months

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Home under the falling snow

Daniel looked outside the window and an uncontrollable shiver shook his whole body. Winter had been his favorite season for a very long time, since he could remember he had enjoyed the falling snow that would cover the ugliness of the city, at least until the dirt turned it as gray and impure as everything else.

In his mind as a child, Daniel had thought that under the immaculate blanket, everything that was wrong could be hidden and forgotten. Then he grew up and saw how cars and the dirt of the streets beneath the white would soon pollute the snow, turning something beautiful and pure, into a mess of waste and decay.

That had been when he began to realize that nothing beautiful could last in a world that was made to destroy everything that was weak and fragile.

“Come back to me, my love,” awarm voice said from behind him as a powerful chest pressed against his back.

Oh how easy it would be to lose himself in Marius’ arms. To allow the older vampire to take away his pain and substitute it with lighter thoughts. Marius always had a healing power about him, his mind the safest and calmest place where Daniel was allowed to recover and rediscover himself again.

“I’m right here.” Daniel said, hoping against all odds that Marius wouldn’t realize how that wasn’t the real truth. His body was there, obviously, but his mind was far, far away, in streets he hadn’t visited for decades now, in cities he couldn’t even remember.

“Your mind is not, and I’m afraid I can’t follow where it is wandering now.”

That was always an obstacle between them. Daniel’s terror of having his mind violated and Marius’ refusal to go sneaking there even when it appeared to be the only way to calm him down.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” Daniel continued. He knew Marius constantly worried for the people he loved. For Lestat and his fledgling, for Armand, his own beloved cherub, broken and twisted into something he was never meant to be, for the Sacred Parents who were no more, for Pandora and Bianca, even when too much happened between them and their love couldn’t be anymore. Daniel knew that and he was still shocked, every day, that he could be counted among the people Marius held close to his heart.

“It’s just - winter reminds me of home, but I don’t know where home is anymore.”

Daniel knew if there was someone who could understand what he meant, it was Marius. Who else had lost so much, time and time again, and still kept standing, a beacon for their kind and everyone who was lost?

Not for the first time, Daniel wondered who had been there for him when he had needed a moment to rest to lay down the burden he always carried and rest? Sadly he knew the answer even if he didn’t want to think about it.

“Home is such a strange concept, dear one. When I was young, still human, home was where the Penati laid. When I grew up and became a Senator, home was Rome and where she could reach. When I was taken and became the guardian of the Sacred Parents, home was their shrine. Then home became a person and I think only then I realized home is almost never a physical place.”

Daniel slightly turned in the embrace, to look at Marius, and he realized his lover had now the saddest expression in his eyes and hated himself for forcing him into misery. He didn’t have to ask to know who Marius’ home was.

Without thinking, Daniel opened his mouth once again, as his eyes closed, too scared to keep looking at Marius in case the man rejected what he wanted the most.

“Would you be my home?”

He felt Marius tensing behind him and for a moment the slow and rhythmic beat of his heart rushed, like Marius was still human, or at least maintained the human’s nature of being surprised.

“It would be an honor.” Marius answered after a moment of silence. The time he needed to really understand what Daniel just asked and to realize that yes, he wanted to be Daniel’s home, he wanted to provide him with what had been taken from him by life and the choices he made. Perhaps, like that, they could both really begin to heal.

As the snow kept falling outside and the world was once again hidden under the white quilt, Danuel turned in Marius’ arms and kissed his lover, hard.

Sharp fangs cut into the perfectly shaped lips, drawing blood they shared. The fire burning in the hearth was the only witness of this moment of tenderness between immortals.

END

#De Romanus Coven events #Marius/Daniel Appreciation week 2023 #Marius/Daniel

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telvess · 6 months

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Headcanons + a scenario (if you want to.)

High school au for Jack, Noah, Heracles, and Alaric.

Teacher decides that the students need to learn to prepare for the future and sets everyone up individually to take care of a fake baby that mimics a real one. (I don’t ship Jack and hlokk and I don’t see the appeal in it, and I don’t ship Jack and Heracles or Noah there “from enemies to bros” please don’t ship them. Actually I don’t ship any of these characters together.)

What a cute idea!

Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not up to date with Jack’s manga, so I know Alaric only from his introduction moment and for me that's not enough to write about him 😅

Before I start, because this is an alternate universe, I assumed that each character grew up in a normal family. So:

Jack’s mother is alive, but she has her episodes of uncontrollable rage. His father never was in the picture.

Herakles has an average family.

Noah is also raised by a single mother, but Anne is a really good, if not the best, parent. He has only one adopted sibling - Luna - to keep things simple.

RoR: Taking care of a toy that imitates a real baby (Jack, Herakles, Noah)

Jack

Jack isn’t sure how to feel about this kind of project, but it’s school assignment, so he accepts the challenge. The teacher said that the project will prepare students for the future and even if Jack doesn’t see himself having children, he still has no intention of running away like his father did, if things don't turn out the way he wants.

His own mother didn't set a good example for him, but Jack still remembers her kind and gentle side from his youth and tries his best to act like it around the child. This seems to work as the baby doesn't seem upset.

Jack learns everything the hard way, for example: he feeds the baby, but he doesn't know that he has to make it burp to avoid spitting up. His mother doesn’t help him, so he’s on his own. It’s a process of trial and error.

It’s not a real baby and Jack can’t read its emotions. He can only rely on reading body language and he panics a bit whenever baby starts crying.

Jack is a light sleeper, so the moment the baby starts crying, he's already there. Interestingly, this does not affect his daily routine.

Herakles

Being great example for his peers in almost everything, Herakles isn’t scared of this school project, but oh boy… he really didn’t expect THAT. Run around the school twenty times, stay after school, helping with chores - no problem, but taking care of such a small fragile thing? He has a younger cousins and he used to play with them when parents very busy, but he didn’t realize that was only the tip of the iceberg!

He is so gentle with the baby, even if it’s just a toy, he’s scared he can hurt it. For the very first time being tall and muscular doesn’t help at all.

When he is sure that he has taken care of everything and can finally put the baby to sleep, he is very confused when the baby starts crying again. The mother must explain to him that children do not understand what being tired means or how to fix it. They cry because that is their main form of communicating with others.

Poor Herakles, he's always so punctual, but because of his new duties he doesn't get enough sleep and is late for school or training. How embarrassing.

After few days, he gains more and more respect for his parents.

Noah

Actually, the student who gets the highest grade. He took care of Luna when she was younger, and with Anne as a great parent example, he just makes it seems easy.

When he brings the baby home on the first day, he messes with Luna a bit and asks her for help. She refused offended, but secretly she would like to play with such an amazing doll. They live a modest life and all her toys were from Noah and other children. Such an opportunity may never come again.

Of course, Noah knows that Luna is secretly taking care of the baby and he doesn't mind at all. Seeing his sister happy makes him happy, even if they would both deny it.

Noah does everything that needs to be done and nothing more. He takes the responsibility seriously, but he doesn’t care much about the toy. Let’s be real, why would he?

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror jack the ripper x reader #jack the ripper no jikenbo #ror noah #ror heracles #udj

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