#(also cause i kinda wanna show him again even if hes seen this already)

[s0lar-ch3ri]

FREAK WEEK LATE DAY 1

ik it isnt really overly romantic but i think for gar-bear it would be lmao

paperball my beloved!!! (ship name made by my wife @ripells)

the characters are gary gilmore and ryan selucreh of mythborne btw :3

[gf2bellamy]

early seasons spence has me in a chokehold so i kinda have a request for you idk if it makes sense but yeah anyway (please dont tell me its obvious im a yapper ill cry)

ANYWHO

secret relationship au im imagining, earlyseasons!spencer x genderneutral/fem!bau!user (doesnt bother me but im trying to be considerate, im a girl but it really doesnt matter)

basically im thinking like the reader gets kidnapped on a case and spence is FREAKING OUT like lack of sleep, pacing constantly and being really set on finding the unsub freaking out.. and when he finally finds the reader in their state hes like that mix of relieved and absolutely appalled at the readers condition (im imagining all beaten and bloody and stuff idk how graphic you wanna make it). hes all ditsy when hes untying their binds and carrying them out of the place since hes so scared for them. the rest of the thing is kinda hotch calmly telling the reader how freaked out spence was and then im thinking like them comforting spencer afterwards and saying all the ‘its not your fault’ and ‘im okay now’ and its so fluffy it rots all our teeth (but i guess it would also be angst) IDK IF IT MAKES ANY SENSE IMSORRY

anyway remember to drink water and take care of yourself

call me some random emoji cause ill probably be here a bunch

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captured — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader having bruises, reader being tied up, mention of having a terrible headache, a/n: thank you so so much for your request and your request makes perfect sense don't worry !! i loved the idea and i'm looking forward to your next requests 🐚 <3<3<3 i hope i did your request justice !!!

Spencer didn’t know where you were. No one did. That thought pounded through his skull, looping endlessly as he nursed what had to be his fifth coffee of the day. He hadn’t slept—not even a minute—and the caffeine barely registered.

The coffee tasted like ash, bitter and lifeless. Not that it mattered. All it was doing was keeping him on his feet long enough to find you.

He should have seen this coming. He should have known the unsub would target you. You fit the profile perfectly—he had pored over the details a hundred times, retracing every step the team had made.

And yet, when it mattered most, Spencer had let his guard down.

And now you were gone. Missing. Maybe worse.

The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through him. His guilt was unbearable.

But it wasn’t just guilt, wasn’t just worry for a teammate.

It was something deeper, something he wasn’t allowed to show, not in a room full of profilers.

Because this wasn’t just about an agent being taken.

This was about you.

The person he had been secretly slipping away with after hours and the person whose hand he had held in the darkness when no one was looking.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

He should have stopped you. You should have never been the one to go on that stakeout alone, even if it was routine. Even if you’d assured him you’d be fine. The memory of your casual smile as you walked out the door stabbed at him like a knife.

“It’s just for a few hours, Spence,” you’d said with that soft lilt in your voice, the one you used when you were trying to put him at ease. The one that undid him every time.

He’d smiled back, pretending to believe you, but his stomach had tightened even then. He should have insisted on going with you.

And now—God, now—he didn’t know if he would ever hear that voice again.

It was a small mistake—one that was tearing him apart.

He hadn’t even realized he’d been gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. He forced himself to let go, staring blankly at the case file in front of him. It was no use. He’d already memorized every detail, every piece of evidence. Nothing had led them to you yet.

But it would. It had to.

Spencer rubbed his eyes, exhaustion clawing at him. His entire body screamed for rest, but the idea of closing his eyes—even for a moment—felt impossible. His mind was too full of you.

The burning in his eyes was unbearable, but the ache in his chest was worse.

Everyone on the team was worried about you—how could they not be? But they were also worried about him. And they had every reason to be.

They thought his reaction was because the two of you were close, because he was the type to carry the weight of every case like a personal failure. But it was more than that.

He wasn’t just losing an agent. He was losing you.

He swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the desk once more.

He stared at the evidence board in front of him, the faces of the victims haunting him as he tried to force his brain into profiling mode. But every time he looked at their photos, all he could see was you.

Your smile. Your eyes. The way you looked at him.

His chest tightened painfully, and he dug his fingers into the desk again.He needed to focus.

“Reid.”Hotch’s voice broke through his frantic thoughts.

Spencer’s head snapped toward the doorway where Hotch stood, his expression unreadable as always. “We’ve got a lead,” he said, stepping inside.“Where?” Spencer asked.

“An abandoned warehouse on 14th and Grant,” Hotch replied evenly, though the concern in his eyes was clear.

Spencer turned back to the board, his mind racing as he analyzed the new information. Within seconds, he made the connection. The location fit the unsub’s pattern, his profile—it was possible.

It was enough.

Spencer shot to his feet without another word, practically bolting out the door. The rest of the team exchanged quick glances before following him.

He didn’t care if he looked reckless. He didn’t care if they saw how desperate he was. He had wasted enough time already.

Derek barely had time to react before Spencer climbed into the passenger seat, his breathing uneven.

Derek glanced at him, concern flickering across his face as he started the engine. “Reid—”

“Just drive,” Spencer snapped.

Derek didn’t argue. He knew better.

The SUV tore through the streets, Derek driving faster than protocol allowed. But he didn’t care. He knew Spencer would bite his head off if he slowed down, and frankly, he couldn’t blame him.

Spencer’s knee bounced restlessly as his eyes darted to the GPS screen, counting down the seconds until they arrived.

The second the car came to a stop in front of the warehouse, Spencer threw open the door and bolted.

“Reid, wait!” Derek’s voice rang out behind him, but it was no use.

Spencer didn’t slow down. He couldn’t.

His pulse roared in his ears as he burst into the building, gun raised, breath ragged. His rational mind screamed at him to slow down, to wait for backup, to clear the scene carefully—standard protocol.

But protocol didn’t matter right now.

The dim lighting inside cast long, eerie shadows along the walls. The air was thick with dust and something metallic—rust, maybe blood. His stomach turned at the thought.

His grip on his gun tightened as he moved swiftly, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Room after room, door after door—empty.

Panic coiled in his chest, squeezing tighter with each dead end. His mind flashed with worst-case scenarios.

He shoved them down. He couldn’t think like that.

Then, he reached the last door.

Spencer barely took a breath before forcing it open, gun at the ready.

And then—

His stomach dropped.

There you were.

His voice cracked as he called out your name, his heart pounding in his chest. He rushed toward you, his gun immediately lowering as he took in your state.

His stomach twisted at the sight of you—unconscious, slumped forward, your wrists tightly bound to the arms of the chair. The dim lighting highlighted the bruises and cuts on your face, the sight of them sending a jolt of raw panic through him. For a brief, gut-wrenching moment, Spencer feared the worst.

He knelt beside you, his hands trembling as they moved to your neck. His fingers pressed gently against your pulse point, but for what felt like an eternity, there was nothing.

His mind raced. Was this it? Was this how it ended?

Then—

There it was.

A faint, steady beat beneath his fingertips.

Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave, and for the first time in what felt like hours, Spencer’s lungs finally let him take a full breath. He leaned forward, forehead nearly touching yours as he whispered shakily, “Thank God. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

His hands moved to your face, cupping it gently as he tilted your head up to get a better look at you.

When your face came into full view, his breath hitched.

Bruises marred your cheekbone and temple, a thin line of dried blood trailing down from your hairline. Spencer’s heart clenched so tightly he thought it might break. He bit his lip, trying to keep it together, trying to maintain some semblance of control

One single tear slipped down his cheek as he softly brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch as gentle as if he were handling glass.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m here.”

“Morgan!” Spencer’s voice cracked, raw with emotion, as he yelled.

Seconds later, Derek burst into the room, gun in hand, his face hard and alert. “Reid, I just cleared the—” But the moment his eyes landed on you, his words died in his throat.

Derek cursed under his breath, his gaze shifting between you and Spencer, before asking about your condition, his concern palpable as he rushed to Spencer’s side, holstering his gun.

“Alive,” Spencer barely managed to choke out the word, his voice trembling. “Pulse is steady, but we need to get out of here.”

Morgan nodded, his jaw tightening as he quickly pulled out his knife to cut through the ropes binding your wrists.

Spencer’s hands were already on you, one cradling the back of your head, the other resting gently on your arm. His thumb stroked soothing circles on your skin.

The motion was familiar, a small gesture he used to comfort you when you were restless after nightmares, when he needed to remind you—remind himself—that you were safe.

He hoped it would work now, that somehow, it would bring you back to him.

Morgan worked quickly, slicing through the restraints. As soon as your wrists were free, Spencer carefully pulled you into his arms, holding you close against him.

His breath hitched as he whispered your name, lips near your ear. “It’s me. You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Your body felt so limp against him. He could barely feel his own limbs—his exhaustion was a distant thing compared to the need to keep you safe.

Derek’s voice broke through his daze, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Let’s move.”

Spencer nodded. As he moved, one arm tightening protectively around you.

As they made their way outside, the sunlight hit Spencer’s face, but he barely noticed.

All he could focus on was you—the bruises and cuts that were on your skin, the way your body felt too light in his arms. His heart clenched at the thought of how much pain you must have endured, how much suffering had been thrust upon you, all because of the job.

He had promised you that he would protect you, that he would keep you safe. And now, he felt like he had failed you.

Two hours later, after one heated argument with the paramedics, Spencer had insisted on riding in the ambulance with you. He had refused to let you be alone, not for a second.

Now, you were lying in a sterile hospital bed, an IV drip hooked up to you, the soft beeping of machines a constant reminder that you were still here—still alive.

Spencer, on the other hand, was slumped in an uncomfortable plastic chair. His body contorted in a way that he knew he would regret later, but he didn’t care. His legs were stretched out, but his back was hunched, his neck bent at an awkward angle.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking as the bright overhead lights made everything blur. The room was unfamiliar—hospital white with the sharp scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.

The pain hit you almost immediately—sharp and unwelcome—making its way through your head and down your body. You winced, biting your lip to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape.

The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the weight of everything that had happened.

The fear, the physical pain, the overwhelming sense of helplessness, it all crashed down on you like a tidal wave. But beneath it all, something else made itself known. The hum of machines, the soft beeping of your pulse, the sterile scent of the hospital room.

You slowly became aware that you were no longer in that dark, cold room, bound and at the mercy of the unsub. You were safe now.

And with that realization came relief.

You weren’t dead. You hadn’t been forgotten or abandoned. The unsub hadn’t fulfilled his plan.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and before you could stop them, they began to fall. You lifted your hand to your face, wiping them away quickly, but more kept coming. You couldn’t stop them.

Your eyes scanned the room, and that’s when you saw him.

Spencer.

He was there, slumped in the chair beside your bed. His exhaustion was unmistakable. His hair was messier than usual, not gelled back.

You sat there quietly observing the boy you had come to love so much.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and you turned your head to see Hotch step in. His usual stern expression softened when his eyes met yours, and for the briefest of moments, you could see the relief in his gaze.

“Hi, Hotch,” you mumbled weakly, offering a small, tired smile.

Hotch stepped further into the room, taking in your condition. "How are you doing?" His voice was softer than usual, an underlying concern lacing his words as he slowly closed the door behind him.

"My head is killing me," you replied, your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. Your hand instinctively went to your temple, massaging it gently, but it did little to alleviate the pain.

Hotch nodded understandingly. He glanced at Spencer briefly, noting the way he hadn’t moved a muscle.

Hotch’s eyes lingered on Spencer for a moment longer than necessary, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew more than he was letting on.

It wouldn’t surprise you; Hotch was perceptive in ways no one else was, and your relationship with Spencer hadn’t exactly been subtle all the time.

He cleared his throat before speaking again. "We got him," Hotch said. "The unsub... he's in custody."

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. The news felt like a balm to your soul.

You’d been terrified that the danger hadn’t truly passed, that the man who had done this to you would still be out there, free to hurt others. But now, you could finally breathe.

He was behind bars, where he belonged.

"Thank you," you whispered, your body finally relaxing a little, your tension ebbing away with the knowledge that the man behind your nightmare was locked away.

Hotch’s gaze softened, though his face remained stoic as always. “He was worried sick,” Hotch said, nodding toward Spencer. “He didn’t sleep. He was looking for you the entire time.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, your breath catching as you shifted your gaze from Hotch back to Spencer.

You could see the toll the search had taken on him. You fought the urge to reach for him, to run your fingers through his hair and wake him up just so you could see his face, to remind yourself that he was real, that he was here.

The face that had been your lifeline during the long days of captivity. It was that face, the one you’d thought of in the darkest moments, that had kept you sane.

Hotch seemed to notice the way your gaze lingered on Spencer, and for a moment, his usually unreadable face softened.

He didn’t say anything, but you could tell that he knew.

Spencer stirred slightly in his sleep, making a soft sound as he shifted. His body tensed before relaxing, the quiet movements of someone who was waking from exhaustion.

Hotch glanced down at Spencer, then back at you.He gave your arm a gentle squeeze—one that was light enough to not cause you any pain—and you looked at him.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Hotch said quietly. He gave you a small nod before stepping back.“Thanks, Hotch,” you mumbled, your voice still weak, but filled with genuine gratitude.

The door clicked softly behind him.As if on cue, Spencer slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as the light seemed to hurt him.

His eyes immediately locked onto yours, and in that instant, you saw everything—the relief, the exhaustion, the quiet joy of seeing you alive.

“You’re awake,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, as if he didn’t quite believe it himself.

His eyes searched your face, his expression tightening as he took in every little detail.

Spencer never liked to admit his feelings. He never said the words, but you felt them in the way his eyes lingered on you, in the way he never once left your side.

You knew what was hidden beneath the surface, even if the world didn’t.

"Hi," you mumbled back, trying to offer him a small, weak smile. The effort was exhausting, but you didn’t want him to see just how badly you were hurting.

As you shifted to sit up a bit, the sharp pain in your head and limbs made itself known, and you couldn’t stop the soft groan that slipped from your lips.

Without a second thought, Spencer stood up from his seat, stepping closer to your bed, but he didn’t reach for you immediately.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, cracking slightly. His eyes scanned over you—lingering on the bruises and cuts that were on your skin.

His breath caught in his throat as his gaze flickered from the fresh marks on your body to your face, and for a split second, it seemed like he couldn’t look at you without some part of him breaking.

"I’ll be fine," you said, your voice strained as you did your best to sound convincing, but the words didn’t do much to reassure him.

You could see it in the way he flinched, his hand immediately running through his hair—trying to distract himself from how visibly shaken he was by the sight of you in pain.

Spencer Reid, who always had an answer for everything, who always had control, was falling apart.

He leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to touch you but unsure if he should.

“Spence,” you whispered, your voice quiet but filled with reassurance. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

But Spencer’s gaze remained on you, his body tense, and his hands flexed, still not knowing where to go. His lips parted again, as though to say something, but it came out only as a soft breath.

His fingers hovered near your arm but didn’t touch.

It was like he was afraid of hurting you more. You could see the guilt gnawing at him. It was written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice barely audible. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve—" His words faltered, and he cut himself off.

"Spence," you said slowly, your voice soft but insistent. You reached out and grabbed his hand, your fingers curling around his gently.

His grip tightened around your hand, but it felt shaky. The words suddenly spilled out.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve known. I should’ve known you could be in danger and I—” His voice cracked, and the rest of the sentence died in his throat. His breath hitched, and it was clear he was trying to hold back tears.

But they came anyway, pooling in his eyes, spilling over and leaving tracks down his pale face.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him—this was the man who had stayed by your side, refused to leave even when his mind told him he couldn’t handle it anymore.

The man who, despite everything, was still so gentle with you, so protective, and yet, here he was, blaming himself for things beyond his control.

"Spencer, stop," you said softly, your voice full of concern for him “Please, stop.”

His eyes remained downcast, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I should have," he murmured under his breath, barely loud enough for you to catch.

His voice trembled, breaking on the words. "I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve made sure you were safe. You're hurt... you're in the hospital because of me."

Your heart broke all over again. He always did this to himself, carried the weight of everyone else’s pain as if it were his own.

"No, no," you whispered urgently, doing your best to push through the lingering pain in your head as you squeezed his hand tighter.

The effort sent a sharp pulse through your skull, but you forced yourself to focus, to hold on to him. "Spence, it wasn’t your fault. Don't ever think that," you said firmly, your voice filled with all the care and strength you had left.

"Listen to me," you continued, the words coming from the depths of your soul. "You did everything you could. You were there. You found me. You're the reason I'm alive, Spencer. If anyone should be sorry, it’s the man who did this to me, not you." Your words were soft.

Spencer’s breath hitched again, his face contorting. He looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him together.

You took a slow, steady breath, forcing yourself to speak through the exhaustion. "You’re not the reason I’m here, Spence," you said, your voice full of the truth you wished he could feel deep inside himself. "You’re the reason I’m going to be okay. You always are."

Your words seemed to reach him, just enough to keep him from falling apart completely.

"Promise me something," you said, your voice soft but unwavering. "Promise me you’ll stop blaming yourself. It’s not on you. It never was."

He nodded slowly, his hand tightening around yours in return.

“I promise,” he whispered, though it felt like he was still trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

"Come here," you said softly.

Without a second thought, Spencer leaned forward, his body folding into yours as he gently buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms sliding around you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

His breath hitched as he adjusted, trying his best not to press too hard, too recklessly, worried about hurting you. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t bear to let go.

When he finally pulled back, there was a small smile on his face that wasn’t there before.

You smiled gently, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his face, your fingers lingering on his skin.

"I’m okay," you whispered, your voice tender, just for him. "I’m really okay, Spence."

He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a second longer than usual, before pulling back with a contented sigh. "I’m so glad you’re here" he murmured.

You squeezed his hand tightly, smiling at him.

He pulled the chair closer to your bed, never letting go of your hand, settling into it with a deep breath. He was still physically exhausted, emotionally drained, but he didn’t care.

All that mattered was that you were here.

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heh-the anon who said i js sent my first ask and now this is my second!!!!

ok so....is there anything from the 2K event YOU want to write/expand on? like smt YOU wanna do.....cause this is me telling u to do it <3

i love everything youve written so far and i think you should write smt that you kinda wanna do....if that makes sense....not saying ur not happy abt ALL of the asks-i can tell u love ur readers-but js, smt you want to do yk?

this is SO sweet of you my dearest anon, thank you so so much<33 hahaha it's silly but you make me feel seen, thank you for daring to send asks! proud of you. in general, i want to write more drabbles for the valkyries, but i've also had magical!dealer!remus on my mind lately, so that's what we're going for !

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i will EXPLAIN magical!dealer!remus

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: kind of drugs but it's mostly magical, systemic injustice, wizarding war without casualties

remus who can't get a stable job seemingly anywhere in the wizarding world because he's a registered lycanthrope

despite the fact that he essentially helped save the entire wizarding world with the rest of his friends – most of which were offered honorary positions in the ministry for their efforts

not remus

he was dirt poor, burnt out and pessimistic about life and institutions

james and sirius tried to various extents to help support him financially, but he would not accept it unless he physically had to

he lived with sirius without paying rent but tried his best not to think about it – especially because after the war he couldn't really stand being away from his friends

still:

"i'm not your charity case, prongs, you have a kid to look after"

"i don't want you to use me to pay off your sins sirius"

"i can take care of myself"

i think he would angrily say "fuck this shit" for a while and work in a muggle bookshop in london while

and maybe he would even enjoy the reprieve

but he would quickly feel isolated

in the wizarding world, he feels that he is not fully understood because he's a werewolf, but in the muggle world he has to even hide the fact that he's a wizard

he winds up applying to random jobs in wizarding london again, everything from shopkeeps and waitressing to pharmacies

throughout his life, remus has used a lot of different medications, ranging from potions to muggle medication to various ~herbs for pain relief

and at hogwarts he always made sure he did as well as physically possible to "make up" for being otherwise highly unemployable

he particularly excelled in DADA, potions and herbology, for obvious reasons

at some point when struggling to pay for the super overprized ingredients he need for the next full moon at an official apothecary that had rejected his application weeks prior, i think a bulb would go off in his head

he would more or less run home to sirius and they would have this conversation:

"if i were to start a business, would you sponsor me?"

"i've been trying to shove money down your throat for years moons, you already know this"

"would you be willing to get your money dirty?"

".... go on"

remus pitches this: he opens a "chocolate store" on the outskirts of diagon alley to serve as a front for him dealing various magical and non-magical herbs, potions, medication, drugs. etc.

everything and anything that unconventional wix could need to get through life that's hard to access

whether that be other werewolves, other "half-breeds", those with permanent magical injuries/conditions that the ministry ignores, those with ptsd from the war, etc.

you need to show registrations or prescriptions to get most lycanthropy potions, pain remedies, etc. which makes it hard to get for anyone flying under the radar or too poor for medical documents

not with remus – anyone can come in and ask for anything

thus, a form of dealership

his intentions are 1) be anti-establishment and say f u to the minister 2) supply the people with what they need without the hellish and discriminatory bureaucracy of the ministry

(unless kingsley becomes the minister in this au, in which he would begin working on the problems from the inside while turning a blind eye to remus' endeavors)

i think remus would also have a designated section for helping treat addiction of different sorts

his pitch stretched on for forever but sirius was with him from essentially his first word

"hold up, i need to rope james into this"

james immediately suggests that the front store should be called "moony's delights"

"... i'll think about it"

the front store would serve as a regular chocolate shop to the average bypasser, so there would often be children stopping by getting chocolate

remus would sell regular chocolate – that i imagine marylily help bring to life – to regular customers

but his real services were to the non-regular wix, for which he's got stacks on stacks of alternative chocolates, in addition to his shelves upon shelves of ingredients and potions

i imagine remus fetches most of the ingredients and brews most of the potions himself, utilising all his expertise

for once, he allows his friends to join in because in his mind they're not just helping him but also the greater good

lily becomes his partner who helps with both chocolates and potions

molly prewett/weasley grows some of the herbs lol

sirius and james supply both any legal patents they need to put down to get a shop and then they preemptively set up a team of top notch lawyers for protection

by the time remus gets around to this, one of the best educated lawyers is their dearest order-member emmeline vance who is more than happy to help out

i believe frank longbottom could be her apprentice

the order of the phoenix remained close friends and kept an "it takes a village" mentality to everything, whether that be getting friends back on their feet or raising the little baby phoenixs

(because they fought way too hard to keep this village to not utilise it to its fullest extent)

it takes a while to get the shop up and running efficiently, of course

at first it's something you need to have heard about from a friend, but as it surges in popularity, more and more wix know where they need to go if they need a fix of any kind

within the "underworld" of the wizarding society, i believe word spread the fastest

and perhaps the knowledge that "moony's delights" sold potions and herbs specifically for various "half breeds" may be contained to just this underworld

while more everyday wix know that they can get general pain relief or help chilling the fuck out

there are so many reader insert ideas i have within this au that could be requested

customer!reader would be fun, but so would business partner!reader who is brought in by lily or emmeline and eventually falls in love with remus

in general i think little punk remus lupin would 100% open a semi-secret dealership while the marauders and co protect him

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Sweet And Sinful Surprise | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: In which you finally get to show Bradley the nipple piercings you got in secret while he was gone on deployment… and lets just say he really fucking likes them

Warnings: Smut, bradley “pussy eating champ” bradshaw, lots of boob love, swearing, praise, soft but also kinda rough sex. just roo lovin on his lady. 18+ ONLY, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS GET BLOCKED!!! as always, feedback is appreciated. also, writing this made me want to get my nipples pierced more than I already did before

Looking at the clock hung above the kitchen sink, you smiled as you read it was almost six thirty. Almost there, you thought with much anticipation. Any minute now, and Bradley would come tumbling through the door of your shared home.

You couldn’t wait.

It’s been six months since you last saw Bradley, you missed him dearly. Deployments were always hard on both of you, this one being no different as you longed to see each other again. Six months of not seeing him, kissing him, touching him… That was painful.

You always tried your best to keep yourself occupied and useful when he was gone, using the time you weren’t at work or running errands to try out new recipes and perfect them, starting up new hobbies - only to abandon them shorty after - you even had a habit of changing up your appearance every once in a while as a little surprise for him.

This time was no different. Six months since you last seen Bradley, and six months since the best decision you’ve ever made - other than dating Bradley, of course. Getting your nipples pierced had been a spur of the moment kind of thing, but the idea had been there a while, you just never thought you’d actually go along with it.

However, a few days after Bradley left for deployment, you found yourself bored. How you came to the conclusion that getting your nipples pierced then was a good idea, you’re not sure. But in the end it turned out to be perfect, because now they were fully healed and ready to go for tonight.

Finishing the last few touches on the dinner you made for Bradley’s arrival, you sat the table and lit a few candles. Then you waited. It was a short time, but nonetheless it felt torturous. Finally, at seven on the dot, the sound of the front door opening and closing caught your attention. “Honey, I’m hoooome!” Bradley’s voice rang out.

A squeal ripped through you as you ran towards him, barely giving him enough time to drop his bags before flinging yourself into his arms. He caught you with ease, welcoming you into your embrace as he held you tight, kissing your head and savoring your scent.

“Missed you so much,” you mumbled against his chest. “Missed you too, baby.” He said, pulling away just enough to kiss you. You immediately returned the kiss, falling closer into him if that was even possible. He moaned, having missed the way your lips felt on his. “God, wanted to do that f’so long now.” Bradley spoke once the kiss was broken.

You smiled up at him, before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and grabbing his hand. You led him to the kitchen, where the dinner you had made was set up on the table with wine glasses at the ready. “I made your favorite.” You whispered, hand still in his as you began leading him to the table. But before you could, Bradley was pulling you into your arms again.

“As much as that sounds and smells amazing, there’s something else I’d much rather eat right now.” His lips nipped at the skin of your neck, causing you to gasp. “Bradley Bradshaw! I go through all the trouble of making you a nice dinner for your welcome home and all you can think about is sex?” You laughed.

“Cant help it, baby. Been thinking ‘bout that pretty little pussy and how much I couldn’t wait until it was mine again.” Warmth and wetness immediately began to pool at his words, you moaned. “So, what do you say? Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

Without much to think on, you said; “fuck it, dinner can wait. Wanna show you something anyways.”

“Oh?” Bradley spoke, clearly intrigued as he slowly backed the two of you into the bedroom. “Uh huh, but you’re just gonna have to wait and see.” With that, the two of you found yourselves in a messy make out. You sat on his lap, hands in his hair while his hands roamed your body, both of you grinding and whining and needing more.

“Clothes. Off. Now.” You said throughout kisses, only breaking apart when Bradley disposed of his shirt. The tan skin immediately had your attention as you palmed against his muscular torso. His pants came off next, as did yours, leaving you both in your underwear. Well, almost.

Bradley bundled up the shirt you still wore in his fists, a small frown on his face. “No fair,” he said which caused you to smile and life. “That’s just apart of the surprise, baby. Gotta be patient.” Bradley groaned.

“Don’t wanna be patient, just wanna fuck my girlfriend.” He said, and you let out another small laugh before shaking your head and discarding the thin fabric. “Alright, there you go, you big baby.”

Now you were left in your bra, the lacy fabric you bought for tonight had Bradley’s eyes wide as he ogled the sight of your breasts. “Is that my surprise?” he asked, licking his lips and clearly liking what he saw. A smirk rose to your lips, “part of it.” you spoke, and his eyes somehow grew wider. “There’s more?” Asked Bradley, and instead of answering, you just slowly slipped the bra off and let it hit the floor.

As soon as it did and you were fully exposed, Bradley’s face soon resembled that of a kid on Christmas morning. He was stunned to pure amazement as he stared at you, more so at your breasts and the little piercings that adorned them.

“Holy shit,” was all he managed. “Fuck.”

“You like what you see?” You asked, knowing he did but also feeling slightly nervous that there was a small possibility he didn’t. But before you could let any other thought like that pass, Bradley asked;

“Can I touch them?” His hands were laying flat on the bed, but you could see them twitching with desperation and need. “Yeah, baby. You can touch them.” Without needing anymore permission, Bradley’s hands reached up to grab at your chest.

The second his rough and calloused hands met your skin, you moaned. It was a delightful feeling, and he was being so gentle, but you needed more. Reaching up with your own hand, you helped guide his. “You can be more rough, baby. It’s okay. See, like this.” With your help, Bradley’s hands tightened their grip.

“God, s’hot. Fuck, you’re amazing.” Bradley praised, eyes still wide in amazement as he looked up from your chest and into your eyes. You smiled, kissing him lightly. He stayed like that for a while, kissing you while playing with your breasts and really getting a feel for his favorite new addition to your body, while you slowly grinded against him.

Your moans and his hums of fascination were the only noise going on in the room, before Bradley asked once more that night; “can I put them in my mouth?” The outright neediness and desperation in his voice had you moaning even more as you nodded.

And, just like that, he wasted no time.

“Fuuuuuck baby,” Bradley groaned against the skin of your exposed chest, his breath hot against you he took one of them into his mouth and kneaded the other. His free hand worked on your nipple with expertise, flicking and pinching the hardened flesh gently. Meanwhile, the one in his mouth was getting sucked and tugged on gently by his teeth. Moans and pleas left your lips in a prayer, worshiping him like he was a god and he was blessing you with his skilled touches.

“Love these tits so much, so big and pretty. All mine.” The praise made you light headed, his words going through you like helium as he lifted you with filthy sweet nothings. “And these piercings,” Bradley’s tongue flicked the one on your left breast, soon moving to the right. “So fucking sexy, baby girl.”

He continued showering you with love, paying the most attention to your sensitive nipples, as he kissed down the valley of your breasts to the warm skin of your stomach before finally reaching the inside of your thighs. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, situating himself between them and getting more than comfortable.

His lips left fluttering kisses up and down your legs, the rough feeling of his mustache making you hotter and wetter as each second passed. “Oh, god, baby. Bradley, fuck, need you so bad!” you moaned, begs and whimpers you couldn’t hold back ringing out in the room as Bradley moved back up to your thighs.

He kissed and sucked at the gentle skin, nose bumping against your clit. Your back arched, every nerve on fire the closer he got to the place you so desperately needed to be touched. “Can’t wait to eat this sweet little pussy, been thinking about it nonstop ever since I left.” Bradley said in mumbles, you whined at the confession. “Then stop wasting time and start doing,” you cooed in great anticipation

Bradley smirked against your thighs, loving the way they clenched around his head. “Yes ma’am,” he grinned. With that, he was pulling down your panties. His tongue flattened against your now exposed pussy, sending a flurry of wonderful sensations all throughout you. Bradley ate you like a man starved, mouth never stopping it’s delightful pace as he licked and sucked at your puffy clit.

“Tastes so good, babygirl. So sweet, fuckin needed this.” He complimented, never faltering in how well he lapped at your juices. And you, god you were the picture of perfection. How you moaned so pretty, face twisted in pleasure while your back arched and your breasts bounced when you did so. “Need more,” you cried out. His fingers were one of the only things on your mind, had been for months. You craved them

“Whatcha need, sweet girl?” Bradley asked you, his eyes capturing yours as he looked up from between your thighs. “Your fingers!” you moaned, breathless and needy. “Where do you want ‘em?” he asked, a smirk on his face. Because he knew. He knew exactly what you wanted, but he wanted to hear it. Hear the desperation in your voice as you begged him to fuck you with his thick fingers. “In-inside! Please!” you mewed.

“Anything for you,” he promised. It was like pure, hot electricity. The way he began with his fingers sliding up and down your slit, collecting your slick and rubbing it around, before slowly beginning to sink his fingers inside you with ease. “God, fuck, so tight.” He groaned, loving the way your walls welcomed him in with warmth and how they squeezed around his fingers.

“Fuck, yeah, Brad. That’s it, right there!” crying out in untamed ecstasy, when his fingers curled into you and he quickened his pace. “You’re close,” he noted. Bradley knew you like the back of his hand, the telltale signs of your appending orgasm were easy to spot. Sometimes he knew you were close before you did, and right now, he was on the bullseye.

Your breathing was labored, eyes blown out and wide, skin glowing. You were about to let go at any second, right onto his fingers and tongue. Latching himself to your clit, he sucked hard while his fingers went fast. And then… stars. Beautiful, bright stars danced in your vision as you came.

“Christ, babygirl!” Bradley chuckled, hand lightly slapping the inside of your thigh. Dazed and still coming down from your orgasm, you managed to lift your head with a small, “huh?” Looking at Bradley through half lidded, heavy eyes you couldn’t stop the heat that rose to your cheeks once you saw what made him laugh. He was soaking wet.

His face down to his chest was covered in your juices, the shiny sight of him making you clench with need at the proud look on his face. “You made quite a mess, baby.” He teased, licking his lips and savoring the taste. You let out a breathy moan, watching as he stood before you, tall and covered in you.

Bradley only continued to smirk down at you, loving the way your eyes filtered around his body with eyes that grew more and more in desperation. “Like what you see, darling?” He asked, knowing damn well that you did. You nodded, so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. “S’much, Bradley. Look s’sexy like that, covered in my cum. Wanna be covered in yours next!” You whined. “That can most certainly be arranged,” Bradley spoke, before climbing ontop of you.

His lips caught yours once more that evening, both of your hands roaming the others body as you two moaned. “Want your cock, Bradley. Need it so bad, need to feel it inside of me.” And God, if he wasn’t already rock hard, he would be now just from hearing you say that. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get it. Imma give it t’ya now.” He promised, his lips on your neck while he did so. “Spread your legs f’me. That’s it, keep those pretty little thighs open, just like that.”

He was so gentle in the way he positioned himself in between your thighs once more, this time with his cock as he slowly parted your lips to gather your wetness. Then, he sunk in with one fell swoop.

Both of you groaned at the contact, Bradley slowly fucking your and filling you with a pleasure so delicious. You threw your head back on the pillow, eyes shut tight as he began to speed up his pace. Wrapping your legs around his waste so there was so space in between, his balls hitting your clit with passionate force. Now it was Bradley’s turn to throw his head back, moaning and cursing at the way you clenched around his cock. “Such a good pussy, such a good girl. How did I ever get this lucky?” He asked, looking down at you with so much love.

Needing to kiss you, he gently scooped you up into his arms so you were now chest to chest. The cold prick of metal on his skin from your piercings felt so good, digging into him as he kissed you. Your heavy breathing was swallowed by his tongue going into your mouth, your nails scratching down his back when he pounded into you. Both of you were so close, it could be told by the messy kissing and the way your pussy squeezed him tightly.

“Close,” was all you managed to get out. Bradley nodded, “me too, baby. Me too.” He gritted out, and you held onto him as tight as possible. “Want you to. come on my tits.” You mumbled against his neck, not missing the shudder that tore through him at your words. He quickened his pace, coasting you through your orgasm that left you buzzing, before quickly pulling out to his expel his own release.

He gently laid you back down on the bed, giving himself a few pumps with his hand before hit hot and sticky cum hit your chest. He watched in amazement at the mess, your perky nipples now painted white.

Your fingers came up to your breasts, swirling the cum around your nipples and chest before popping them into your mouth. Bradley watched with bated breath as you sucked on your own fingers, seemingly savoring every last drop before you released your fingers from your swollen lips with a pop. “Jesus christ,” Bradley swore. “Now that, is what I call a welcome home.”

[macbooth]

full of childish whimsy in a hostile fashion tonight so here’s every shakespeare clown i can think of and whether or not i think i’d beat them in a fight

(i do not mean fools i mean clowns. they do not need to be the secret genius of the play. if they are stupid in every way shape or form i am including them here)

Puck (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) No chance. Bro’s got that magic and ALSO has a big strong scary fairy king as his bear, like, do not separate them. If I even tried throwing hands at this cunt I’d get torn to shreds and used as glitter dude, I’d be over. 0/10

Nick Bottom (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) I could but I’d feel bad. I also think he’d put up a really solid fight. Like this is out of donkey form, bro was a physical worker. Like I reckon I could win a fight with some of the tradies I’ve seen but I don’t think it’d be easy. Also he’s just really dumb so I would feel a little bad. Donkey form though, I’m running away. Scary as shit. I am afraid of horses though. 6.5/10

Touchstone (As You Like It) Absolutely I could beat the shit out of this man. I hate him so much. Full of hostility towards this fucker. His clothes aren’t even subtle I could find this bitch in the forest no time and hunt him down and rip him to shreds, fuckin court jester doesn’t even have the roughness of the country on his side. 9/10 (-1 point cause he definitely fights dirty but I just hate him so much I’d win)

Jaques (As You Like It) First off he’s absolutely a clown. Second off I’ve played him before so my word is gospel. Third off bro has no fucking chance against me. He’s a podcast bro who thinks I don’t know that Tame Impala is one dude. I’d ask him why we can’t print more money and he would explode instantly and it would be the funniest thing he did with his life. 10/10

Audrey & Corin (As You Like It) I’m lumping these two together cause in the show I did they were one character (and I also played them). I wouldn’t even want to fight these two. And even if I wanted to Audrey would absolutely be able to beat the shit out of me and I would thank her. Our setting was in semi-modern country Australia, that girl would have a shotgun. 2/10

Autolycus (Winter’s Tale) Just like Jaques to me. He might be a little bit harder because he’d change costume and I’d get confused because I have no object permanence but other than that what has he got. Bitterness? Resentment? Bitch so did I when I was 15 grow up experience love. 8/10

Falstaff (Henry IV parts 1 & 2, Merry Wives of Windsor) I don’t actually know about this one but he is very punchable. I feel like he’d let me punch him and I think one punch would be enough for me. I think that would satisfy my urge to punch him. He may be a knight but let’s be honest he’s shit at it so I stand by this. 4/10 (just cause I don’t really give a shit)

The Dromios (Comedy of Errors) I absolutely could beat them in a fight but I would feel So Bad. You see how they’re literally already treated in the play, I wanna give them a break. That being said they’re both kinda dicks but they’re going through it already so I’d wanna give them a breather. I would win though, even if they both were attacking at once. 7/10

Launcelot Gobbo (Merchant of Venice) He’s such a prick but I would be laughing too hard at his name to fight him. Bro’s name is Gobbo. Bro’s name is basically Gobby. Imagine being named Blowjob. I would lose my mind. I would laugh so so hard I would collapse. My heart would fail. Biggest L name out there bro. Launcelot Gobbo oh my god. 3/10

Launce (Two Gentlemen of Verona)  Nah man he has an attack dog. I don’t care what breed of dog Crab is in a production I fully believe he would kill for Launce, that’s just their dynamic. I understand them better than anyone else (I have a dog). Also he’s already working for Proteus, is that not punishment enough? 4/10

Speed (Two Gentlemen of Verona) I mean I definitely could fight him. I don’t imagine he’s got much fighting experience. But once again, he has to deal with Valentine which does feel like it would be cruel to inflict more onto him. Like Valentine’s not as bad as Proteus but fuck is he stupid. Also if I accidentally flubbed a punch Speed could absolutely tear me a new asshole with his words and I would sob and cry and literally never recover. 4/10

The Porter (Macbeth) Fuck no. Bro definitely has a knife on him at all times. I can’t explain why I think this I just do. He works night shift, he definitely doesn’t get paid enough for his dog shit job, he would absolutely try to stab me just to spice up his evening without me starting a fight. 1/10

Trinculo (Tempest) Yes. Sorry, you’re Russell Brand? L. I could kick your ass. And he’s like drunk for half the show, and almost fucked a fish. I doubt his judgement is good enough to say the alphabet backwards let alone dodge a punch. He couldn’t even get Caliban to kick my ass (who definitely could by the way) cause Caliban fucking hates him. Bro, failwife to Stephano should pay more. But it doesn’t. 8.5/10

Dogberry (Much Ado About Nothing) Without Verges? Yes. With Verges? No way. Those two are a power couple in the dumbest possible way. He would absolutely try to get me arrested though but I simply would not go to prison. What’s he gonna do? Send me to prison? I’m already not going. 7/10

Mercutio (Romeo and Juliet) No chance. Unless Romeo fucked up so bad like he did in the actual play, I would have no chance against this dude. I wouldn’t even want to even if I could. I’m a Benvolio stan first and foremost and a person second you think I’d wanna fight his bestie? Only exception is if it was an actual fight club and not just a pure fight out of hatred. I feel like Mercutio could give Brad Pitt Fight Club Realness, outfits included.  I would still lose though. 2.5/10

Don Adriano De Armado (Love’s Labour’s Lost) I reckon I could wreck this dude’s shit. You know that gif where the fuckin dude is doing all these cool sword moves and then he just gets shot? You know the one. I forgot where it’s from but you know the one. That would be this fight. Armado would bust out his flair, his razzle dazzle, his pizzaz, and I would just deck him I think. That’s the power you need in this world, I think. Power of fist to face. Peace and love. <3 8/10

Costard (Love’s Labour’s Lost) I do not think Costard would realise he was being fought even as he was actively getting hit in the face. I know how to say honorificabilitudinitatibus, he doesn’t even have that against me. Bro couldn’t even confuse me with that, I learnt that, like an adult. Anyway yeah I’d kick his ass. 9/10

Holofernes & Sir Nathaniel (Love’s Labour’s Lost) This is the same man to me. I would destroy them both. Fuckin nerds. Flowery ass language nerds. I support gay rights and gay wrongs but the only reason I couldn’t fight those two gay muppets who heckle is cause they’re too far away (in a theatre booth), these two gay muppets who heckle are right in front of me. I’d kick their tweed cladded asses. 10/10

Jaquenetta (Love’s Labour’s Lost) She is just like Audrey to me. I could never bring myself to hurt her. Also she’s pregnant and I feel like it’s fucked up to hit a pregnant woman just for fun. Also she could absolutely wreck my shit. Please wreck my shit Jaquenetta. 0.5/10

Moth (Love’s Labour’s Lost) This little fucker should be an INSTANT knock out but I just know this fucker bites. He’s a shit talking 8 year old? Oh he plays wolves on the playground, I just know it. He plays wolves and he’s definitely been suspended for it, I just know it in my heart. Sure, I could kick him, but he would grab hold of my foot and try to rip it off. We would shake hands and agree to part ways, having met our match. He, who plays wolves, and me, who played fairies, leave the fight with our heads high and respect in our hearts. I am kidding of course but I do think we would tie. 5/10

Lear’s Fool (King Lear) There’s already so much fighting going on, I don’t even think they’d notice if I just started kicking this dude. Not only could I fight him and win, I think I’d get away with it too. I’d win not only physically but socially too. What’s he gonna do? Tell his boss? Bro he’s preoccupied with his whole kingdom crumbling, grow up. 9/10

Lavatch (All’s Well That Ends Well) This is more meta but my hatred of this play would fuel me here. I would fight literally anyone in this play if given the chance, not a joke. I would get in the ring with literally anyone from this play, but honestly, out of them all I weirdly respect Lavatch the most, maybe because he at least knows that he’s a cunt, unlike literally everyone else who Just Suck. I do think he’s probably scrappy though, so I wouldn’t leave unscathed. I also think if he got the upper hand he would be so so awful about it, so I’d really have to fight. 6/10

Sir Toby Belch & Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Twelfth Night)  Andrew is canonically bad at fighting, and honestly I do not believe Toby would be any better. Love both of these guys but if I had to fight them both at once I think I would be able to just move out of the way and they’d bonk each other on the head like a cartoon. They’re just silly guys. 9/10

Maria (Twelfth Night) Every woman clown could beat my ass. Audrey, Jaquenetta, Maria, they are all so special to me and would all also fucking destroy me. Maria especially cause I just know she is full of hate. You don’t hatch a plan like the Malvolio plan unless there’s something deeply worrying about you. She’s a Scorpio to me. <3 I do love her, she’d demolish me. 0/10

Feste (Twelfth Night) Would actually kill me. -5/10

I know I’ve definitely missed some but uhhh don’t expect me to remember every clown even if I’m neurodivergent about these plays please. <3

[miradanii]

More Transformers Spoiler thoughts...it's a jumbled mess.

1. I don't know why I didn't catch the rocks in the mines were moving on their own for the first time.

2. Also, I noticed and kept laughing way too much when someone said the word MINERS. Like I can't. It's the point where I wish there was a secondary word for it so I can stop giggling when someone on screen refers to them.

3. Silverbolt and Jetfire are in the race!!! And now gives me a shit ton of questions aside from the organic life that's on the surface of cybertron.

4. they did a close up shot of Optimus grabbing on to D-16 when he's about to go off the edge of the road. Had an ouch in the moment.

5. I wanted to watch this movie again cause someone pointed out how D-16 licks his teeth before fighting Starscream and...yeah wow one side of me appreciates small details about a character. Like think of Chihiro in Spirited away putting on her shoes and after standing up tapping the tip of her feet so the shoe feet's right before walking off. There's a lot of mini actions characters kinda do that you might miss and it's just wonderful attention to detail....and the other side of me just wanted to witness this man's tongue for myself because I did not catch it the first time. Because my first thought seeing the screenshot was...."they have tounges?" And I see it right?

I won't comment further.

6. Watching a second time had me pay way more attention to D-16's decent and inevitably to become Megatron. Cause I have seen some of the criticisms. Of maybe it coming out of nowhere or could do a bit more and yeah maybe? It felt much smoother second time around.

7. I also didn't realize Sentinel was the one who told him to "Rise Up" and not even like 10 minutes later D-16 uses it in his grand speech/as Megatron in the aftercredits. Orion making such a bad move to tell him not to be like Sentinal just ahhhh. So this reminded me of a show that did the same thing, a friend turning evil before their eyes, but despite being a good person, she says all the wrong things in the moment. Literally everything wrong.

Orion begging D-16 not to be like Sentinal is not what should even be said at the moment. It just made him more defensive and double down.

8. Facial expressions that are ingrained in my head

-B-127's face when D-16 is arguing with Oron nearly insulting B in his face.

-Orion's really sad during the second half of the movie

-Megatron's optics slightly dimming for a few seconds when Optimus tells him that he's banished from Iacon.

-Elita's change of expression when they reach the surface and Optimus looks at her though in the trailers seems romantic (knowing the history of Oplita) but it's more relief and a I told you so kind of way????

9. I like Elita more now. Her dialogue is what uplifts it for me, mostly in the realm of a supervisor in desperate need of a promotion. Idk if you work 9-5 or a nightshift that spans 10 hours her dialogue is really funny to me.

My least favorite trope is when there's just "girl that is competent and kick ass". For once, Transformers One doesn't let that bother me.

Pretty much due to all the characters having the same level of combat knowledge or scenes punching Orion because it's funny. Arguably Elita-1 doesn't heave weapons like the dudes, and is a fucking bike...and she's pink but overall it's not like there's anywhere in the film that remotely mentions any type of sexism or "girl needs to prove something". She was kinda already doing that with her job until she got fucked over.

Having at least another character relating to her goals in the movie helps too. She and D-16 emphasize wanting to rise the ranks and fear demotion/living through it.

(Now that I think about it...Elita hinting to becoming close to Optimus after Megs is more entwined in the story than I thought. It feels like a slow friend switch and then B-127 is also there).

I wanna see the movie again so I can she Elita-1 and D-16's interactions. Cause I can't think of any specific ones at the top of my head aside from the fight at the end.

10. I love B-127. I think he's a bit older given his immediate knowledge of the High Guard (idk)??? Yeah it's a gag pointing out WaveWave but I like it's his character moment where he just contributes to knowing something.

[luunamoona]

i wanna complain about heroic origins real quick.

first of all, there are minor things they got wrong. earlier in the series (season one, episode 8, "home economics"), shirley mentioned how andre had slept in his car for mistakingly calling shirley "valerie". in this episode, apparently andre slept with someone called "misty". yes, i understand that misty is most likely a pseudonym she used and that her real name is could be valerie. but andre most likely only slept with her once since, according to the episode, shirley found out pretty quick so i doubt they had enough time for misty to feel she wanted to tell him her real name. and she wasn't even that thrilled to be doing it, she only did it after jeff convinced her to. secondly, much more minor thing but it still kinda annoys me, in season one, episode 15, "romanic expressionism", troy says how annie was screaming "everyone's a robot" as she ran through the glass door, something she didn't do in heroic origins. also, why is magnitude there? what did that provide? like, they never mention how magnitude went to their school. so why did they just decide to throw him in there?

next, there's annie and troy. we already knew that troy knew annie. he says it in the pilot. so them revealing that he remembered her from high school is not a surprise, we already knew this. i more have an issue with how they say how troy says how annie caused him to fake his injury. you want me to believe that troy, out of all the characters, could keep such a massive secret for 4 years? come on, be realistic. and when did he even tell annie that he faked it? annie wouldn't have found out since he only ever told jeff.

also, and do tell me if i'm wrong on this one, doesn't alan run jeff's old law firm? who was that other guy? at the end of season 3, he says how ted was eaten by sharks and he took his place. i may be forgetting something like alan being fired from the firm or something, so this point is more of an idk.

if y'all have anything to say about this, whether in agreement or disagreement, please do. i may have seen this show 10 times at this point, but i haven't seen any of it since they removed it from netflix, so there may be things i misremember.

side note, my other post got a lot of attention so thank y'all for that. people seem to like when i talk about community. it's a very big interest of mine and i love this show a lot. i like having an outlet to talk about it. i'll probably do so more in the future.

and again, do tell me if this take is shit.

[blackphanto]

Chucky predictions

SPOILER WARNING FOR CHUCKY S3E5!

I wanna make Chucky theories so bad, but I can't think of any! This show is so crazy that I can't even predict or speculate on what could happen next. There are some people teasing on twitter though and all they've been doing is making me even more hyped for how this season is going to end. So here are some of my predictions based on everything that's been teased so far.

Jake will enter the spirit realm:

I don't think he's necessarily going to die, but he's so fixated on ending Chucky for good to the point where he refused to run away from it all like Devon suggested. And we've heard the doctor, the only way you get to the spirit realm is by dying, but what if you didn't need to die? I believe that thanks to all the supernatural shit occurring there, the White House will become some sort of passage between the two realms. Jake will cross it to try and destroy Charles' soul, but if he will fail or succeed is still debatable...

Caroline helps Chucky get young again:

If Jake fails in permanently killing Chucky, Caroline will come to the rescue. We know she'll be back, but what role will she play in this mess? When she'll return, all hell already would've broken loose and she'll just make it worse. Her sudden entrance at the White House will cause quite the emotional reunion for Lexi and her. Yet, Caroline didn't come alone. Armed with the Voodoo for Dummies book, sure, but she brought another friend, who's none other than the Good Guy Doll creator played by John Waters. He came with a new doll, a new vessel for Charles and with Caroline's newfound knowledge of Voodooism, she'll get Damaballa's blessings and give Chucky a new body, a new chance to not disappoint the almighty Iowa and if he plays his cards right, he might even become forever young.

Grant will survive:

I don't have any evidence to back this up, I just like him and think it's unfair that Lexy always has to say goodbye to someone she loves each season and I just don't want it to happen again. From a psychology standpoint it just desensitized her and would lead to her not getting attached to anyone else besides Jake & Devon next season, in fear of someone else always having to die because of her. And from a writing perspective it just gets repetitive, predictable and boring. So please Don Mancini don't kill him, also I love Jackson Kelly.

The past will haunt everyone:

Charles Lee Ray isn't the only ghost the Terror Trio will have to deal with in the newly supernatural possessed White House. We've seen the past of the Collins family haunt them time and time again, we've seen Henry talk about ghosts and fearing what they told him almost every single episode. Why would that stop at Joseph or Charles? Wouldn't it be horrible for our trio to be faced with the lives they lost thanks to a doll they couldn't stop? How would Jake react upon seeing his father again, disappointed at him for being gay. And Lexy, the poor girl, facing Junior, the boy she watched die, trying to save her... Not making at least one ghost of the past come back would be a wasted opportunity.

Tiffany will survive, but Jennifer's body might not:

Tiffany's possible death has been brought up in every interview Jennifer Tilly made following the comeback of Chucky season 3. At this point it even became a ‘will they, won't they’ situation. Does Mancini really have the guts to kill off a cult favorite character and actress he loves so much? Or will we just say goodbye to seeing Tilly on screen and welcome only her voice? I mean the trailer kinda made it clear for me that this isn't the end of Tiffany's story, but maybe that of Jennifer's body.

[marsvs-thesun]

SHIT I WOULD WANNA SEE IN A SOW REWRITE: a non exhaustive list in no particular order

(read more for length and generally being critical of SoW)

• give a name to more story relevant weapons. Voltar is cool, but I wanna know what are the names of Ingressus' kickass flame blade, and thalleous' sword, and Achillean's staff! Mostly cause I wanna refer to them more easily for Symbolism(tm)! ALSO an opportunity for Senn&Ria bonding over naming her spear!!

• SPEAKING OF SWORDS give thalleous' sword to Ria. NO HEAR ME OUT; she starts the story with her spear, sendaria burning, killing Tygren ect. When Tygren dies SHE gets the sword instead of Senn, and gives Senn her spear (from her point of view, she's giving back a weapon she trusted to protect herself, she's now protecting him and signaling that she trusts his craftsmanship. Subtextually it signify the rift that forms between them as she gets more into hunting Voltaris down and Senn gets closer to his heritage). She keeps using it throughout the story, culminating in attacking Senn with it when he surrenders in Northwind, which he deflects with the shield song like in canon. Anyways, Senn comes back from Hailstone, rejoins the group and Ria is happy but doesnt trust him the same until the Final Battle(tm). Some random element (doesn't matter what, were doing symbolism here) makes it that she loses/cannot use Thalleous' sword, at which point Senn gives/throws her her spear because PLOT TWIST: THE REAL SOLUTION WAS TO LET GO OF AN ARBITRARY SYMBOL OF STRENGHT AND INSTEAD PUT FAITH IN LOVE, TRUST AND FAMILY ALL ALONG, Pythus gets eviscerated, happy endings all around

• speaking of Ria, you might guess it from my last point but GIVE MY GIRL A CORRUPTION ARC. Gimme women's wrongs! Let me watch her go from 'i wanna be just like Thalleous (the cool ex-soldier with awesome stories)' to 'i wanna be just like Thalleous (the guy who threw a kid off a cliff)' and find herself on the way! I've heard people find her overpowered and honestly,,,, yeah kinda but idk how to fix that (also power scales aren't really real to me). You know what's real? CHARACTER ARCS. Plus free Senn angst and frankly I love that. SUBPOINT: could Herobrine be like,,, a character? You're telling me two major characters made a soul pact with a demon entity from another realm and that never paid off? What is Herobrine even gaining from this I MUST KNOW

• MAKE THALLEOUS A VILLAIN PROTAGONIST 2024 okay ik he kind of already is, and ik im basically Thalleous' number 1 hater, and ik this is my complicated relationship with my own father speaking BUT REGARDLESS. Have him do shady stuff before season 3 and just sliiiightly more often pls. Let him be a bit manipulative! Let him lie a bit more! Let him kill a disarmed opponent or strike someone in the back! Let him even be outwardly prejudiced a bit more openly. I'm not even gonna argue his responsibility in the Great War cause thats no the point but you can't tell me he isn't morally grey. Let that little bastard man shine! Honestly im (more than) a little disturbed by the narrative expecting me to a agree with a guy who preached genocide, after all we've seen him do (once again, the child yeeting wasn't great). Please just have someone tell Thalleous to fuck off. Please.

• ALMRAK SHOULD BE USING CRUTCHES OR A WHEELCHAIR INSTEAD OF A CANE. A CANE IS ACTUALLY MOST OFTEN USED FOR BALANCE ISSUES. THIS IS AN ABSENCE OF LEG ISSUE. That's it that's the point.

• ACTUALLY IM NOT DONE i find Almrak's entire character,,, strange. So the only visibly disabled character in the show is Voltari. Cool! He's the only Voltari portrayed sympathetically (Ingressus does not count, he's the main villain). Less cool! It's heavily implied the reason he's sympathetic is because he's disabled and therefore cannot fight (debatable. Give my man a crossbow). Pretty bad! I'm not physically disabled (diagnosed) myself but I am a Sufferer of some kind of chronic pain and autistic (and the mental Horrors), so idk how relevant my commentary is but there's a bunch of things I don't like here: 1) a disabled character can be optimistic for sure, I love that actually! I dont love how tied those two things are tho. Almrak is the only optimistic Voltari we meet, and while I like the trust he has in his people, his behaviour is oddly reminiscent of those inspiration porn video about how incredible it is that disabled people can be *gasp* happy. This also has the unfortunate implication that the only way a Voltari becomes trustworthy is by becoming/being made harmless? Which is kind of a reach but also tracks a little to much for comfort 2) his death (HE LIVES IN MY HEART, AND SO DOES DELTHEUS) but in canon he dies. And he does so without even really defending himself? Just lays there waiting for the sword? Not only does that seem weird at all (you have a CANE baby BEAT EM UP) it seems out of character for The Only Not Depressed Voltari to just,,, accept death. Mostly the narrative seems allergic to giving him agency. 3) he was created specifically to prove life for the Voltaris was hard (it's somewhere in the supplementals). First, do you think accidents don't happen in other Clans? Thats stupid. And second, ew. This, to me, shows that I'm supposed to look at Almrak, a character living his best life, hopeful for the future, reaping the benefits of a close knit community supporting and respecting him, and feel what, sadness? Pity? That seems incredibly disrespectful. And I say all that as an Almrak lover, he and Deltheus are among my fave. Now, thats a lot of issues but I feel like they could easily be fixed in 3 easy steps: 1) more rep. Just by adding a sprinkle of disability rep to the cast, Almrak stops sticking out like a sore thumb because he's disabled, and starts sticking out because he's a genuinely interesting character with a unique worldview. Wild i know. 2) LET HIM LIVE give him agency in this. Im not saying he should fistfight a Netheran, but let him try to flee or something. 3) now, disability can absolutely be caused by a hostile environment, there's nothing wrong with that. So my solution here wouldn't be to avoid that, but to show some other hardships as well? So it's not Just That? Like, idk, Deltheus remarking how much better the food is in Hailstone because Humans can stockpile and the Voltaris were starving before? Mentions of lacking medicine? Offhand mentions of dead family like they did for Thalleous and Galleous? Idk man, just dont let disability be the Worst Fate in your story. Please.

• Either more of the Necromancer Arc, or none at all. Listen, I love my cat girl necromancy as much as the next guy and Xaria is one of my favorite characters, but, as is, it feels disconnected from the rest of the show and not in a good way. I love the idea of having a more down to earth/everyday pov of the SGW but this Arc doesnt feel different enough to work for me. The characters arent in more danger or difficulties then in any other arc, they arent more developed (actually, kinda less. Why was Lucan in jail? why is Nikaa so anti necromancer? what even was the catalyst of the necromancer movement starting? i guess well never know those important character motivations), they don't really explore more down to earth stuff (human politics! survival in Ardonia during the War! maybe explore WHY people join factions like the Necromancer or the Legion!!) and, because SoW as a story is so focused on individual actions and heros, and the Arc offers neither those nor its own flavor, it ends up feeling pretty redundant, which is a shame. I guess a way to fix this would be to actually lean in to it's separate aspect and maybe focus on the building of a revolt against the Nether (and mayyyybe link that with what the necromancers had going on? maybe? Who am i kidding they'll never give my blorbos the love they deserve. Xan, Xaria, no one gets you like i do)

• I do not know how to fix the K'arthen arc. I do not know if the K'arthen arc can be fixed. To whomever is out there trying to fix the K'arthen arc: you are an endlessly brave individual and i send you power on this journey.

Aight that's it for now :) there's way more (i havent even touched my beloved abbigail!! barely touched on the voltaris!!) but im trying to stick to canon. feel free to agree/disagree/add your own stuff!! i havent read the script in a while too, so i most likely forgot stuff

@minecraftfanatic your turn ;)

[mekkatoniks]

Alright y'all, first Sunnyblr post but this one is real important to me because it includes both something that is threatening TO ME as a writer and also something I see as mischaracterization which is something I despise. My apologies if I can't put this together in a better way, I feel real anxious right now lmao. You may have seen the clip, maybe two, of Glenn talking about AI. This has caused a major reaction, originally down on Twitter (bcs. of course) and I guess I'm here to provide the whole thing, in writing.

First thing's first I wanna reassure you that Glenn did not use AI in the writers room. He views AI as a threat.

I watched the whole interview when it came out and here's the summary: He says he was personally surprised by the quality of the AI at writing jokes, some time after Matt expresses that he doesn't view ChatGPT/AI to be "good enough" to really interfere with writers (may have to check up on this wording). They did not use this material in the show. Charlie and Glenn did this only to test it. This follows by him saying he thinks we're gonna get to a point where eventually we'll have to accept the way things are going (at the point we're at already I think we can't really fight AI here, but put protections in place for writers against AI and its improper usage, so using it to solely generate ideas, using it as a replacement for writers as a whole, etc), that it's a tool people will have to learn to use, but that ultimately there'd still need to be at least one human in the room to curate it all because there's never really going to be a fully finished product (which isn't an endorsement of that type of heavy AI usage, seems more like an observation and that AI will always still have limits).

Jay continues from this saying that even if it does create a fully finished product, there'll still be the appetite for people to tell stories to other people, and that for every big shift it stays the same. Jay is also in agreement that it'd be a tool but that it isn't something to be scared of, just more aware of; he doesn't view it as a threat. Glenn replies that he does view it as a threat and continues to talk cynically about it, saying we could be close to having just one guy and then your writers room is entirely chatbots (this is not spoken as a good thing obviously. It's kinda comedic but there's truth in it especially for cynical people I suppose). Matt makes a joke about that being Glenn's dream and Glenn laughs about it (it was pretty fucking funny) and is like "i'm a bit misanthropic ur right lol". When Matt begins speaking again Glenn jumps in to say that he is not saying that it's a good thing, which is more likely to be in reference to AI as well. At the end of the question Jay says he stands with the WGA and Glenn agrees. That is all that is said in that portion of the interview. So I suppose the end point is... he doesn't support AI, certainly not to the extent some are making it seem.

I get major anxiety when it comes to things like this - as in, people reacting to something in a way that indicates they have misinterpreted or don't have the full thing or anything like this, it legitimately makes me feel sick. I can understand people's reactions at least because AI is a threat! That's why the WGA wants protections for writers from the improper usage of AI, because they've drawn similar conclusions and want to prevent it. Fuck, I'm a writer. I of all people would understand how this affects anything. But this specific situation is not one that really calls for the type of reaction it has received? It's gotten to a point where people have started attacking him for real petty reasons like appearance because of it. It's immature, unnecessary, and really just low.

If I've had the most uncritical thinking moment in the whole universe and you think there's something really wrong with the way I have viewed the situation, that I've been the one to misinterpret it, then please be civil about it. Or even if there's a point you want to just bring up. Due to issues I have, I avoid posting about a lot of things because I'm always focused on getting things right and the idea that I may be getting it wrong, in a space where people can see (and let's be honest there's always a chance of seeing the most vile shit in response and I feel anxious over it for days which is unhealthy), is distressing to me. But I'm slowly putting myself out there lol, I mostly just came here to give comfort to anyone or assuage much of their anxiety as possible. I do not at any point want to look like I'm dickriding but this is something I feel has truly been perceived wrong by a lot of people! I think the timing of everything, being asked that question and answering it during the strike, has definitely contributed to a lot of this and tension is high for a lot but I genuinely think Glenn's answer as well as Jay's were nuanced for the time they had to answer it (they can't go on too long) and I appreciate that. Thank you for reading!

[randomstufs-world]

Hands Off

Just a random piece I threw together after seeing this video 😝

Explicit content 18+

Lewis always prided himself as someone who could keep his emotions in check no matter the situation. Through years in f1 he’s gotten good at keeping his composure and not reacting to the people trying to provoke him. Even now as Lewis was standing in the Mercedes garage he was keeping his cool as he watched his wife Maya chatting with all the special guests.

Maya always drew attention and crowds with her beauty, fame, witty remarks and her radiating kindness. Right from the beginning Maya made her mark as one of the most loved wags in all of f1. Maya always stayed real with the fans, showing her humility and grace over the years. Maya loved coming to race weekends not only to support her husband but to also network and have fun. That’s how she found herself chatting with Neymar before the start of the Monaco gp. Maya met Neymar a few times since him and Lewis had a lot of mutuals in the same social circle. As a soccer fan Maya had always loved watching the Brazilian footballer so when she first met him she fangirled a bit.

‘Hello beautiful it’s nice to see you again’ Neymar said as he leaned in for a quick kiss on Maya’s cheek

‘Neymar it’s nice to see you again, are you here with Mercedes or a different team?’ Maya asked

‘I’m here with Ferrari, I couldn’t get passes this time for Mercedes. I’ve never had issues in the past but apparently this year they ran out or something’

‘Hmmm that’s weird, did you ask Lewis about it? I’m sure he could help you out? Do you want me to see if I can get you passes?’

What Maya didn’t know was that Lewis secretly despised Neymar. Especially after last year when he overheard Neymar talking with his buddies about Mayas big tits and round ass and how he’d love to just have one night with her to do as he pleases. Lewis had never been so angry in his life. It took everything Lewis had in him to not punch his face. Since then Lewis has made it his mission to keep Neymar away from his woman. He thought blocking him from Mercedes would be enough but as he watched Neymar chatting up his wife he knew he would need to handle things himself. Lewis trusted Maya through and through but he definitely didn’t trust Neymar.

‘It’s okay sweetie, I’m already with Ferrari plus at least I get to see and chat with you now’ Neymar said

‘okay well maybe the next race you come to I can help make sure you get passes’

‘You’re sweet’ Neymar said while smirking. ‘Do you wanna go grab a bite to eat while we wait until the race starts?’

Maya knew that Lewis was always busy before the race so she figured she’d have enough time to grab food and then head back to the garage for the race ‘sure why not I’m kinda hungry’ Maya responded

Neymar gently put his hand on Maya’s lower back to guide her to the food. As his hand started wandering a bit lower he felt a strong almost painful grasp around his wrist

‘Hand off now’ Lewis’s commanding voice unmistakable

‘Dude chill I’m just helping Maya get some food’

‘She doesn’t need your help’ Lewis said as he stared Neymar down. ‘come on babe we can get you some food from the Mercedes hospitality’

Maya had never seen Lewis act like this before, he wasn’t much of the jealous type. Often times it was Maya who was the jealous one.

‘Babe it’s okay we are just going to quickly grab food and then I’ll be back in time to watch you race’

‘Ya no you’re not going to eat with him. I’ll explain later after the race. Now let’s go get you food’

Maya was about to fight it cause she did enjoy chatting football with Neymar but she saw and heard how her husband was acting and knew that this was not one of the times to push back. It would definitely be a discussion for later though because in her eyes Lewis had no right to be so controlling

‘Hmmmm okay I guess. Bye Neymar I’ll see you later at the party!’ Maya said as Lewis started to guide her back to the garage. Lewis remained quiet as he led Maya to the Mercedes hospitality.

‘Babe what was that about, Neymar and I were just chatting’

‘I’ll explain later, can you just trust me on this one please and not try to push it?’

‘Hmmm okay but you better explain later or I’ll beat your ass for acting like a caveman’

‘Yes my love’ Lewis said as he leaned in for a sweet kiss

‘Good luck in the race, kick some ass and remember you’re the GOAT’ Maya said as she hugged her man tight and gave him another kiss for good measure

~after the race back at their Monaco home~

After an exciting Monaco gp with Lewis finishing on the podium both Maya and Lewis were in good spirits as they got dressed for the big after race party.

‘Sooooo babe are you gonna tell me why you went all protective hubby mode earlier when you dragged me away from Neymar?’

‘Ya he was touching you, I didn’t like that’

‘But why we’ve known each other for years and have always been friends! It was just innocent babe. No need to be jealous’

‘I’m not jealous I was just being protective of you. I’m your husband and I won’t ever let anybody disrespect you’

‘Lewis Neymar didn’t disrespect me though’

‘Yes he did! Look I didn’t want to say anything since I know you’re such a big fan but last year after the race at the party as I was heading back from the bathroom I heard Neymar chatting with his buddies. They were talking about you. I heard Neymar talking about your tits and your ass and how he dreamed of fucking you and making you his woman. I almost punched him’

Maya was stunned by what Lewis was telling her. She hated when men talked about her like that and she hated that she had trusted Neymar and had thought that he was being a good friend

‘I’m sorry my love. I know you’ve always been friends with Neymar but I just don’t trust the dude nor will I allow him to disrespect you like that. You’re my wife and I will not allow anyone to talk about you in such a crass manner’ Lewis hugged Maya tight reminding her how much he loved her

‘Well I guess it’s a good thing then that I have a strong sexy intimidating powerful man to keep me safe’ Maya said with a smirk and flirtatious wink

‘You bet. Don’t forget you’re mine and only mine for life’

‘All yours? Why don’t you remind me of what it means to be yours’

‘Baby girl if we start we’re not making it to the party’

‘I don’t care about the party, I want my sexy husband to own me and remind be that I’m his. So sir why don’t you mark your territory. Make sure everyone, especially Neymar knows I’m yours’

‘This is what’s gonna happen. We will go down to the party. We will mingle for a little bit and then I’ll drag your ass back to our bed and fuck you until you’re full of my cum. How does that sound?’

Maya squeezed her legs together trying to give herself some relief as she got turned on by the thought of getting dicked down by her husband. Lewis was an amazing lover and when he was in a spicy mood like tonight he always delivered something special

‘Babeeee I want you now though! I want you so bad’

‘Ya well you’re gonna have to wait. Let’s go baby’

They made their way over to their private elevator and just as Maya was about to press the button Lewis pinned her up against the wall. Lewis pressed his body against hers as he kissed her hard. Maya was so distracted that she didn’t notice Lewis’s hand sneaking underneath her dress. Maya gasped as Lewis pressed his fingers over her panty clad clit that was already so sensitive.

‘Baby girl you’re already so wet’

‘Babe please don’t tease me’ Maya panted as she tried to catch her breath from the kiss and from being so turned on

‘ I just want a quick taste’ Lewis said as he slipped two of his finger into her panties and right into her dripping wet hole. Maya moaned so loud as Lewis’s thick fingers stretched her pussy and got so deep with just one thrust. Maya tried to grind her hips down but Lewis pulled his hand back and held it between their faces making sure Maya saw how drenched his fingers were. Lewis locked eyes with Maya as he licked his fingers clean one by one. Maya blushed so hard as she watched her husband suck his fingers clean.

‘Perfect that should be enough for me until we get back and I have the time to lay between your legs and eat you out until you soak my beard’ Maya could only moan in response and close her eyes thinking about all the times Lewis has eaten her out to the point where she can barely feel her legs let alone form a coherent sentence.

‘Let’s go babe, time for me to show off my wife and remind people that you’re all mine 😙’

[geodetojoy]

ALRIGHTY i am no longer busy so heres my full thoughts on Newsies :DDD

tagging @royallygray and @mysteriouswolf if yall wanna read :D

ok this shit got LONG so the rest is under the cut

GOD where do I even start its beautiful its wonderful its emotional i love it so much

Ill try not to copy my intermission thoughts too much (if you havent seen those here they are)

Ok lets talk about the history of it. A quick google search says its based on a strike in 1899, and Roosevelt ran for presidency in 1901, so we'll just say the musical takes place in 1899 too (correct me if theres a different confirmed time).

During this time, work conditions are absolute shit, monopolies and trusts are on the rise, and the concept of a union has recently emerged. I really didnt need to say much of this bc its apparent in the musical, but i love historically accurate stuff so deal with it /lh

And in the musical we see the beginnings of Roosevelt's trust-busting and ideas of social equality that he acts on during his presidency (it also kinda ties into his environmentalism stuff a bit too!)

And after reading up a bit on the strike the musical was based on, a lot of the effects of the strike in the musical were historically accurate too! the newsboys could sell back papers they werent able to sell on the streets, but the price was unfortunately not yet lowered. (also, the names of the publishers in the show are historically accurate as well!!! makes my little history brain happy :DDD )

SO whats the point of all of my rambling here?

people make historical art all of the time. we see it in musicals like Annie, Hamilton, and so so many more. obviously this goes beyond musicals here, but since newsies is a musical ill try to stay with that topic.

anyway, we learn about history to learn from it. we see these past issues that our previous generations struggled with, in these art forms as to be easily digestible, and we discover their solutions. we get to see the humanity behind the issues and the conflicts they faced to overcome them. and ofc its not the only reason, but one reason these stories are told with art is to bring attention to them. people are way more likely to listen to music than study a historical textbook. so, they make it entertaining. they make relatable and lovable characters. they make people care about the show and subsequently the issue itself. all of this is to explain how and why things that happened in history are bad as to never repeat them again.

We see these topics of worker mistreatment, corrupt businesses, child labor, gender/sex inequality, and the class separation all brought to the spotlight in this show, and it does a damn good job of showing the pain and suffering they cause. the story of this show is incredible and so very important to learn about.

OK now onto the actual musical itself im done nerding out

ive done a lot of charater analysis already in that intermission post bUT WHO SAYS I CANT DO MORE HAHA

im saving jack for last bc theres so much to unpack there

KATHERINE MY LOVE <3333

Everything about her being a girlboss absolutely remains the same shes INCREDIBLE

and holy shit PULITZER'S HER DAD???? i love her even more. she directly ran away from an easy life to follow her own dreams and pursue her own passion from scratch. incredible. inspiring. mwah

i also just love her personality. shes so bubbly and happy and passionate and bright and optomistic shes the best <3

oh god crutchie. hes absolutely my favorite btw im sorry everyone else i adore him <33333

GOD his prison song actually killed me. im fully dead. deceased.

THE NEWSIES ARE SUCH A FAMILY GAHHH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH RAHHHH

the sheer ecstasy i felt when he came back and hit Snyder with his cane i could not stop stimming MY BOYYYY

the absolute definition of sunshine character. he sees everything as glass half full and wants just the brightest future he deserves the absolute world

and ik i talked about it earlier but i adore how they take such a neutral opinion about his leg. people give him shit for it, and his brother beat them to a pulp. its just a part of him and they love his whole being, so why would they not love that about him too?

Les only got better as the show went on. i thought he was a smartass before LMAOO

AND THE DATE BIT??? WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM???? AND IT JUST NEVER GETS BROUGHT UP AGAIN LMAO WHAT

i think the biggest change i felt towards a character was Davey

he grew on me soooooo much his character growth is everything to me

he went from trying to stay out of their business to teaching them what a union was to helping them start it to running it himself when jack ran off to convincing jack to come back when times got tough he is sooo important to the story

and to me. hes important to me <3

OH AND RACE

i saw people mention the name before but i didnt know which he was until they addressed him directly I LOVE THAT GUYYY

especially in king of new york hes got such a big personality what a silly guy

OK now for the guy the silly the mc jack

At the beginning he is entirely driven by both his love for his family and ofc his dream of living in Santa Fe, but atm hes just trying to get by so hes more focused on the newsies. but a boy can dream

then he gets all caught up in the strike business and only focuses on that for a while bc he wants to protect his boys

then shit goes south. they get essentially jumped, and crutchie gets hurt and arrested.

and he thinks, what was it all for? if he couldnt protect his brother (never living that down btw), whats the point of even trying to strike anymore

so he changes his focus back to santa fe. the one thing hes still got going for him.

and he gets confronted by katherine, les, and davey, and they knock some sense into him. stopping the strike isnt going to take away any of the harm done. the danger is expected, theres no way any of this could go down without some form of a casualty. so why not try to do something about it. the only way to make this situation better is to get back in the game and keep pushing for change.

and ofc the thing with katherine which ill talk abt a bit more later

in all of this, something in him changes. he dreamed of santa fe, a simpler life, one where he didnt have to worry about having to afford food and clothing for the next day.

but what he never considered was the loneliness. sure, he offered to bring crutchie and katherine with him, but hed be leaving behind so many more. and thats when he realized he never needed to get out, he just needed things to change a bit. and they did! because of the strike, living became so much more affordable. no it wasnt perfect, but it was enough to be safe and secure, just like he wanted. and he had his family beside him the whole time.

ill admit that before i sat and thought about it for a while, this ending was really unsatisfactory to me. i mean we got how many santa fe reprises? all for naught?

but in reality, santa fe would never be enough for him. hes just so used to this life surrounded by the people he cares most about and doing everything in his power to protect him, hed just be so bored, so understimulated, and hed just continue to yearn for more. that path of wanting would never come to a conclusion and hed live his life never truly being happy. so i really do thing he made the right choice in staying, because new york became his santa fe. he didnt need to seek it out, it came to him.

Ok now with him and katherine

ill start by saying i do really adore them. i feel like a lot of what im about to say might seem like i think otherwise, but i truly do think theyre very sweet

ok so every interaction of theirs in act one was. very uncomfortable to say the least. he honestly seemed really predatory at times and it just really felt like an old-timey romance where the girl doesnt know her worth so she flocks to any guy that shows interest in hr bc she thinks its her only purpose

now obviously that is NOT the truth, those were just my first impressions. Katherine is extremely capable of taking care of herself and deciding what is and isnt right for her, she likes jack purely because she can and does. she knows her worth and just likes him bc she likes him, no strings attached

i will say the first kiss kinda caught me off guard lmao. like i knew they were gonna be a thing but that is NOT how i expected that to go down. its likely just bc of my aroace-ness but i saw no sign of them actually getting together prior to that, aside from them being the main man and leading lady in the show so ofc they have to be together. i mean ig her reaction to him drawing her was a bit of a hint but still. ok maybe its just bc im demi. hadnt thought abt that until now. damn. is this a normal thing? maybe it is. maybe im being too harsh. idk lmao

anyway ill admit the kiss was successful in getting his attention and getting him to listen to her so ill give it that lmaoo but tbh i did tune a bit of their song out bc it started to make me a bit uncomfy but i did liste back to it later on. they really seem to have a healthy relationship where they both care about the other and know the other is strong enough on their own, they just both want to be a part of the other's life. its really sweet! theyre so supportive of each other!!! green flags all around!!!

the bit with him learning shes pulitzers daughter was really interesting to me. at first she tries to talk to him but he kinda brushes her off, but from then on he just kinda has full faith in her? i mean yeah he gets upset about it bc he thinks she lied to him, but i dont think he thought she had any ill intentions. that was a complicated sentence lmaoo damn. i think he really understood that she wanted to help, he was just caught up in a lot of Feelings and was afraid that she wasnt trustworthy despite him still trusting her. and then he let her explain and from then on they fully support the other and trust each other immensely

so yeah first impressions were a bit iffy but i think theyre very sweet <333

OK GOD CAN I GUSH ABOUT THE STAGE DESIGN FOR A BIT???? GAHHH

i mean the moving stairs and scaffolding arent new. i know this. but just the way they frame scenes with the scaffolding is stunning. the chase scenes??? dude. enthralling. the bits where theyre in the city and they have people just up their acting like civilians? SO cool. makes it incredibly more realistic and believable. and the way they projected images onto the curtain-like things they pulled down was extremely creative!!! like in theory its such a simple design. it was literally nothing more than the scaffolding and stairs, and a few tables and wagons and such in certain areas. but they did SO much with it it was hard to believe it took place on a stage. ofc the filming helps with that but still. the start felt like it was on the roof of the building bc of a combination of the lighting and the use of just one of the scaffolding pieces. and when theyre in buildings, the wall of scaffolding works really well as a backdrop!!! and i already talked about the city street scenes, it fits perfectly. god its so inspiring id love to be behind something like that one day

OK AND THE CHOREO??? the sheer ENDURANCE of these people HOLY I COULD NEVER. THE FLEXIBILITY? THEYRE ALL LITERAL GYMNASTS WTF ARE THESE FLIPS AND HANDSTANDS IM SORRY???? holy shit its all SOSOSO impressive

oh my god i havent even talked about the MUSIC yet

if i had to choose a favorite song, a, i would punch whoever told me that in the face, and b, i would simply combust bc i cant choose just one

my top three tho would have to be between king of new york, carrying the banner, and crutchies prison song (idk the name its not on spotify :'((((( ) in no particular order

i havent had them on repeat enough to have any memorized, but i did remember santa fe, carrying the banner, and the world will know from the last time i watched it and i belted along to all the parts i knew this music is so good at hyping me up I WANNA START A UNION

and oh my god katherines voice???? stunning. her song is sooooo good. her part in king of new york is incredible. i love her <3

jesus christ this post got out of control. im still not done lmaooo

ok one thing that really has nothing to do with the musical itself is just the fact that it reminded me of so many other musicals ive seen at specific parts, even some of the songs sound like others i know.

Santa Fe really reminds me of Maybe from Annie, both music-wise and lyric wise. i mean theyre both "i want" songs so it makes sense but i feel like they sound kinda similar too. honestly a lot of the music sounds like Annie, but maybe its just the types of instruments used and thats just how musicals sounded when they were made. i think they were made about the same time. *checks spotify* ok well the newsies i listen to was produced like 40 years after Annie so maybe that just a stylistic choice-

idk why but the beginning of watch what happens sounds like the intro to reginas speaking part in meet the plastics lmao-

oh and brooklyn's here has the same beat as the military from Seussical but thats just bc its a marching song lmao. its also the same beat as the spanish alphabet song my spanish teacher used to use!

ok and this one really doesnt make sense but something to believe in reminds me of the power in me from Twisted lmao- kinda similar message ig? and sound vaguely similar? but idk it really doesnt make too much sense

i should. i should sum it up. this is getting out of hand.

okay i love this musical sm. clearly. do you see how long this post is. i was missing out when i refused to listen to it previously. oh my god.

and for some reason it really makes me wanna go watch my favorite musical so im ending this here TO YOUTUBE I GOOOOO TY FOR READING IF YOU DID AND TY TO ROYAL FOR UNINTENTIONALLY PUSHING ME TO WATCH THIS HAVE A GREAT DAYYYY

[wordsbymae]

Hey! Just checking in and i just want to give some love to your aesthetics because they have their own album in my photos just so i can appreciate and think about these characters you got me simping after!

Also i was possibly wondering if you could possibly give descriptions of all your characters i just got out of a huge art block and i wanna draw farmer and also most of your cast. Ive tried already but id like to see them from your eyes and what you think they look like! I would also like to share them if you do but please know there is no pressure and if you already have descriptions i apologize i just get lost in your wonderful content!

Also, I hope you're doing well! - wave anon

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Ok, my time of mourning is over. Also, I fell asleep so my bad. Anyway! Let's try this again.

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Hi! So good to hear from you again. How are you? Oh my goodness that is so cool! I’m so glad you like them!

Of course, I can! It would be my pleasure. I would love to see them but no pressure at all if life gets in the way or you change your mind. No need to apologise! I usually keep descriptions of the yanderes to a minimum just because I know everyone has different types, so I like that people can imagine the type of person they want. Although I do have to imagine them to write so I love sharing that, even though “canonically” they look however the reader wishes them to look. I usually use face claims cause I am lazy at trying to make a new face or mix and match, but there are small differences here and there. Also, you’re gonna make me cry! I am so flattered you wanted to draw my characters; it is honestly surreal!

So, let’s start with the FARMER. So, the farmer is unique compared to my other ocs just cause the reader gets to see him at different stages of his life (although AUs). The older farmer is anywhere in age between 35-50 (depending on what the reader prefers) and is the stereotypical good-looking’’ but rough farmer you see in tv shows and movies. His face claim is Josh Lucas in Yellowstone. He wears mainly dark jeans with a grey tee and long-sleeved collared shirts over the top. He does not go outside without his hat. His hair is dark brownish and long enough that he has to rake it back to put his hat back on, and he also has a ‘70s moustache, with some stubble, even if he shaved yesterday.

YOUNGER FARMER is a little different though, he's between 23-29. I had Brian Van Holt as Bo Sinclair as his face claim, especially in how he acts a bit, but now I also have Lewis Pullman in Outer Range as Rhett Abbott as another face claim. Both suit really well, but Rhett is honestly just that bit better. I haven’t watched the show but from the stills I’ve seen, he suits the vibe really well. But as long as he is clean-shaven and wears similar clothes to old man farmer, it's the younger farmer. I see him wearing a lot of baseball/trucker caps. Most likely he only has one he wears to death and that’s why he doesn’t wear it anymore when he’s older cause it literally doesn’t exist anymore.  I don't see his hair being as long as Rhett's though, maybe even like Arvin Russel's hair from devil all the time. Longish, but not long enough.

FISHERMAN is someone that took me forever to decide what he looks like. I was torn between a lean or beefy fisherman. Thankfully the decision was made for me when I saw a still from the movie the lighthouse of Robert Patterson standing over the top of someone. Also, that movie (even though I haven’t seen it) is a big inspiration for the fisherman. The insanity and derangement of the characters are perfect, and I have quite stills saved in my Pinterest. So yeah, Robert Patterson in that movie is kinda my inspo for the fisherman. My fisherman though is still a little bit more muscular, just a bit. Nothing too crazy, just enough that the reader in my head gets a bit intimidated when they try and stand their ground. Also, I see his hair being much shorter, maybe even cropped on both sides (not to the point of it being shaved off though) but the 19th-century-looking facial hair has to stay though I think, it builds character. He wears a lot of woollen jumpers and rough fabric and looks very weathered and grey.

OK OK, HEAR ME OUT. I have a very particular face claim for KILLER, that has been rattling around my head for over two years even though I only wrote him last year. But killer has to look like Mario Casas in The Skin of the Wolf (at least in my mind). If you want to look, def put the name of the movie as well otherwise the vibes disappear real quick. Anyway, I won’t bore you with a summary of the movie or why it has to be him (Although it is a really good movie, made me cry, and I refused to finish it cause I knew it was about to end in more tears, so in my mind him and his - kinda forced- wife live happily ever after, he sucks - in a kinda hot way- as a person though, great movie for yandere inspo). Ok, so he's really tall, really buff, really dirty looking and then kinda mash him with Thomas Hewitt in the fact he looks like he could bench press a car. Kinda that vibe. Hair is wild, messy, and matted in some places, and his beard is just a mess at this point.

The VIKING is another one that took forever for me to make a choice on how he looks. I actually saved a pic in my Pinterest that was how I view him forever until I realised it was a god of war concept art (nothing wrong with that! but I didn't want to make it fanficish). So he's the only one where I legit have mashed together pieces of people together to get the best out of him. He definitely has long facial hair (not super long, but long compared to nowadays), and he has long hair and a scar running diagonally across one of his eyes. I literally use every attractive man in every Viking-inspired movie or tv show for him so run wild with him! I would love to see how you view him.

ELI is another one I have a very particular face claim for (but you don't have to draw them like that! It just helps me visualise what's happening). I have him down as Jack O'Connell in Godless, but also as Hoyt Rawlins from Walker Independence (A new development for me, it was just the other guy FOR MONTHS). While the other guy is how I view him looking, Hoyt is definitely how he acts, almost spot on. It was crazy watching it and going holy shit! a blonde happy-go-lucky gunslinger cracking jokes at every possible second, it's just Eli but without the whole werewolf thing. He definitely has shorter hair than my other ocs, he keeps it cut quite close, but his beard is something he doesn't really care for, mainly cause it doesn't grow very thick, so he doesn't have to worry. He's got dirty blonde hair, bordering brown but still blonde.

Ok, so the MAD KING is one I'm really happy I changed my mind for. I had him as the evil prince from a letter to the king. But he looks very young and actually not that threatening if you take all the armour off him. Very boyish and not someone you would call a mad king, mad/evil/wicked prince yes, but not a king. But you know someone that looks like a king? Dev Patel in The Green Knight. Oh boy, I am obsessed. The shots of him in the crown and on the throne? Perfect, literally perfect. Now imagine being the queen standing beside him, tears in your eyes and having to hold his hand while yours shakes, your marriage being announced to the kingdom. It fits. So yeah def him, I didn't really change much, the hair and everything suit so yeah. But once again you don't have to draw just actors/characters! If you want to add something in or change things around go for it! Draw for enjoyment!

Lucky last! ALWYN! He was another one who didn't really have someone as a face claim until recently. I just imagined him with scruffy dark hair, dark eyes and a bit muscly. However, I do now use Alex Garcia when he has longish hair. But that's just kind of a placeholder. The guy who played gwaine is another good inspo. But Alwyn always changes how he looks in my mind when I write so I'm happy with whatever!

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Haha, jokes I'm including the SHEEP SHEARER fella for funsies. Ok so I haven't made a decision on the face claim, and I would really want to see how you'd view him. No pressure to draw though!! You do it for yourself, forget about me! I know I literally haven't written a word about him, but I'm planning on setting it late 19th century and having the reader be the niece of the sheep farmer. The reader comes from a pretty well-off family and is visiting her uncle for a little bit. Anyway, she catches the eye of literally every non-related male on the property and since it's a shearing season, there are also a good twenty other men on top of her uncle's workers vining for her attention. I want to make her a little bit naive and not really understanding why all these men want to be her friend, but the sheep shearer, who will be getting a name cause fuck typing that six times, (Probs gonna be Lachlan, shortened to lochy, its a very common name here and apparently not very common elsewhere. although uk probs has it) does. And he hates it. He isn't the best with women, not as smooth as his mates, but he won't let this one get away.

Anyway!!! Thank you for sending this though and all the best!!!!!!!!!

[blah-blah-bea]

I first saw them with Ice Nine Kills on Nov. 2021 at that time only really knew one song from them but also had seen the TDOPOM music video)

Then I saw them on March 2022 with Underoath.

On August 2022,(this was for the tour to promote Tour of the Concrete Jungle) they came to a venue near me and hung out after the show with other fans and the band came out. At the time I had only really know what the singer looked like so without knowing the rest of the crew had came out a million times to load the trailer 😂

When Noah came out I was able to say Hi and take a photo with him. Even though he was holding all his shit he was kind enough to take photos with some fans.

I then went and saw them on November 2022 in Milwaukee and again a day later in Chicago for their Tour of the Concrete Jungle. I was able to get VIP for both shows. The first VIP I asked them if they think they could out do themselves for any other tour (which, they fucking did somehow). I don't remember his answer exactly cause it kinda wasn't related to the question 😅

That show I was able to give Noah a crown during their song "Concrete Jungle" 👑

Noah taking the crown (video from my POV)

Noah taking the crown (Video from fan POV)

The next VIP in Chicago I asked if they still had the crown and Noah said that he did and it was on the bus (He also could have just said that cause he didn’t wanna upset a fan, so who actually knows 🤷🏻‍♀️) and I was able to print off the photograph of him taking the crown so I asked them if they would sign it later (which they did) I also gave them a gag gift just to make them laugh of the edited photo of Noah as Jesus and I put it on a candle and when they saw it they laughed and Noah said something along the lines of “It’s me as Jesus” *shows the crowd* “As if my ego wasn’t already big”. I also gave them photos that a friend drew for them and they said they liked them. Seems like a lot but it went by fast. At least in my head it did.

After that show Noah and Bryan came out and talked with people and signed stuff. One of my friends was able to give a sticker to Noah that she bought for him and she was able to show him her Bad Omens Tattoo. I got a photo with him again but I look like trash so I’ve never posted it.

Then I saw them again for Concrete Forever.

So yes, I’ve seen them a good amount of times. Nothing crazy.

Was he shy? I’d say kinda. I think when interacting with fans you have to step out of that, even if you are shy in general. Just like when he’s on stage, he has to step out of it to preform the way he does.

He was kind and sweet in person. He tried his best to talk with everyone who wanted to talk. He took pictures and signed peoples stuff. We made fun of him for wearing shorts and sandals when it was cold as shit in Chicago. He joked back. It was a good time. 😊

[ask-the-wage-trio]

Opinions on Hatzgang and Skirtzsquad?

The Hatzgang:

"..the what now..?"

"I.. think they mean Roy, Robert and Ross."

"Oh.. them. Wait, how'd you even know that—"

"That's not important! Uhhh.. hmmm.. well, I've talked to them a few times since I already know who Robert is and all. I don't think Roy really likes me all that much though. I mean, he hasn't really said anything to me, but I can kinda tell by the way he talks sometimes that he probably doesn't wanna be around me or something."

"Mmm.. since when does that kid ever wanna be around anyone..? From the few times I've seen him, he seems like—he.. nevermind. But—he did kinda cause trouble at my store once, so I can't say I enjoy being around him all that much."

"..*murmuring*.."

"Uh.. yeah. He did. It's not really important though. I was able to clean it up. Anyway.. I think I can say what Lily thinks of him already, since she's related to him and all. But she loves him a lot since they're family, even if they don't see eachother much. That's.. what you said the last time I asked about him, right, Lily?"

(Lily nods.)

"..and.. as for that Ross kid, he's okay. I haven't really talked to him all that much though. Lily also likes him, since he's friends with Roy and stuff."

(Lily nods again as if confirming this)

"Yeah—he.. he really is an okay kid. I don't talk to him a lot, but he's really quiet and well-behaved. Sometimes he shows up at the library to just read, or chill. I.. don't really have much of an opinion on him other than that, but—he's alright. As for Robert though—he's.. heh.. he's a really great kid! He's just like his brother too. Eheheh—sometimes we talk whenever he swings by my work. He's actually a pretty good listener, considering he listens a lot whenever I talk about books.."

"Yeah.. he's actually a pretty great kid. I'm not sure why he even hangs around Roy that much, but.. it's not like it's his fault. He's usually pretty respectful whenever we talk, so I don't have much against him. And Lily likes him too since.. well, since he's Roy's friend."

(Lily smiles a little.)

The SkirtzSquad:

"Oh! This is about the mayors daughter and her friends, I think. Uhh—well, for Regina.. I.. I think that's her name.. she's pretty okay! I don't see her that much though. Eheh.."

"I don't really see her that much either, but I've heard of her from Robert a few times. I heard she apparently got into fights with Roy a lot at some point. Heh.. I can respect her for that though."

"...*irritated murmuring*.."

"Uh—nothing. Anyway.. do you have any thoughts on her, Lily?"

"..*murmuring*.." (Lily shrugs)

"Lily says she doesn't really have much thought on her since she doesn't see her a lot either. As for her friends though—I think that one with the red hair is really nice. Rachel was her name, I think? She's Rick's sister apparently, so she's okay with me."

"Ah—yeah! She is. Ahah.. yeah, she's really sweet! I like telling her about books I'm into sometimes. She's a pretty good listener like Robert is."

"*Murmuring*.."

"..yeah! Ahahah.. oh—Lily also likes her too because of how sweet she is. As for the other one.. err.. Regan, I think—yeah. Regan. She's okay with me too! She seems really endearing from the few times I've talked to her. She's kinda like the little sis I've never had sometimes.. wh—have you met her, Kelly?"

"..mmm.. no. Can't say I've actually seen her that much. But I've heard about her from Rachel. She does sound pretty funny though.."

"*Murmuring*.."

"..well, I guess if thats what you think of her, I'll take your word for it. Oh—Lily says she thinks she's really nice, and says that it's fun to look after her sometimes. Aaaand.. I think that's everyone. So I guess we can just end the ask here."

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OOC // The SkirtzSquad part will only be canon to this ask if @dismissivedestroyer wants it to be /g /lh

EDIT: IT IS NOW CANON TO THE BLOG

[luffythinker]

FRIENDO I MISS TALKING WITH THROUGH ASK here I am back again with some ships

Tokoyami X Kaminari

First I'd like to say imagine Kaminari is one of those guys who hits on everybody and 0 standards (his squad says this is a habit he should change and Kiri and Baku definitely scolds him about this, Jirou doesnt cause she feels like hes old enough to make his own decisions and Mina finds it non of her business if he wants to sleep around)

ANYWAY onto the ship so After moving into the dorms basically everyone picks up on this habit of Kaminaris and most of them have already told him they wouldnt or dont wanna date because preference or otherwise he respects that and leaves them alone but tells them his doors are always open if they change their mind cause respect is sexy

Tokoyami somehow never picked up on this and honestly was never hit on by Kaminari not because he didnt find him attractive or anything but because Kami already put it in his mind that Tokoyami wouldnt be the type to want in on the Denki train of love so he just never asked

THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS GETTING INTO IT

So in band practice Tokoyami and Kaminari are spending so much time together and the emo bird is actually starting to find this idiot honestly so adorable and other words not in his dictionary like omg this boy hes so bouncy bubbly fun and cute when he laughs he also is somehow kinda hot and what in spongebob's squarepants has gotten into me? This is Tokoyami's awakening he doesnt understand how he could fall in love with somebody like Kaminari until he actually really gets to know him through the band hanging out alot

He learns his habits faster then Kaminari learns his because goth boys like to keep to themself especially since what happen in the forest he doesnt wanna hurt anyone so he just observes from a far which isnt very far considering he regularly meets in Kaminaris room and sits in a chair facing the electric boy for practice he loves watching smiles light up on his face when he doeant mess up guitar riff without the need to ask Jirou how to do it he learns how kind Kaminari is (BECAUSE IN THE EP IN THE WAR HE WAS LIKE "you are kind" to kaminari when he was scared hes watching him these things do not go unnoticed by this bird boy)

What's stopping said bird boy from taking the leap of fate you may ask? Hes to believe Kami has feelings for Jirou see because every since they started this band Kaminari's main objective has been to do this for Jirou but Kami just wants her to have a good time TOKOYAMI DOES NOT KNOW THIS he believes the boy of his resent dreams is in love with another but this is not the case

Now, Jirou being apart of the Bakugo tells Bakugo about how she really believes Tokoyami is falling on his heels for their electric friend Bakugo notice this already and comments on how slow to the draw she is like everybody hadn't already noticed (some of them actually didn't notice this until they pointed it out) Mina says she thinks they should try and push the two together but Jirou says Tokoyami may not be Kamis type so they should let them deal with it themselves

Everyone decides to leave them be and the show goes on as normal

Kami has not noticed any sort of feelings Tokoyami might be feeling and goes about his day normally Tokoyami is not moving on this subject either he rather fester in his feeling then speak his truth

So how do they get together even?

Well, Kaminari has now established he is good friends with the bird so he starts coming into his room, letting him paint his nails and toes (black of course) sharing chokers and clothes

One day Kami he's sitting on Tokoyamis bed both boys minding their business when Kaminari just happens to look at Tokoyamis legs, hes got shorts on because it's hot in his room, Denki has never seen a pair of legs that look that good, like damn, why is his legs so fine? He places a hand on his thigh and goes "dude, you've got really nice legs"

One can only imagine what's going through our bird boy mind

Anyway Kami realizes who hes talking to and apologizes for being weird "but I I ment what I said dude, you've got nice legs"

Tokoyami's heart feels toyed with by the many passing days hes has to endure the boys friendship, if hes so into Jirou why not bother her and stop sticking to his side like a rose thorn? Well Kaminari believes since after the band thing instead of going back to not really talking so much he has decided that Tokoyami is his his new buddy

Kami has 0 knowledge of Tokoyamis feeling if he knew he probably would jump at the chance to date him cause it's been so long since he's even dated anybody for that matter

later Tokoyami confronts him about his "behavior" just comes into the lightning boys room stands in front of him and starts asking why he's toying with his heart while he already has another in his sights

Kami still has 0 clue on what hes talking about cause bird man talks funny

All tokoyami does is win a "dude what are you talking about? Playing someone's heart? I haven't even gotten the chance to date anyone for a while now what are you talking about?"

Tokoyami tells him about how he thought he was after Jirous heart and how hes been sending him mixed signals not only that the fact Denki keeps coming into his room frequently and sleeping in his bed while Tokoyami is still in it pulls a lot of red flags heart shape red flags

Kamis excuse: I always do stuff like that, bro the squad and I sleep together all the time what you thought I was hitting on you?"

That's when it hits him

"OOOOOooooh, so you like me?" Kami then looks the other boy up and down. "I mean, I dont think I could handle all that" gesturing towards all of the bird. "Sorry sorry, saw an opportunity and took it"

Tokoyami grows tired of this game of cat and mouse but is remaining vigilant to not speak his truth.

"You like Jirou dont you?"

Kaminari the goes on to tell him Jirou and him are the furthest thing from being a thing because one reason or another and Kami has been giving his love like a break ever since he started taking advice from Kiri and Baku about being a simp as Bakugo called it

"But that doesnt mean there isn't room for you in my electric heart if you wanna take a chance on me?"

That's how it started and only went up hill from there

SOOO what do you think, if you think they could end up any other way I wanna hear it

omg my favorite anon is back! i swear every other day I thought about you and wondered how you're doing, hope everything is okay!

AND OMG U GAVE ME A WHOLE FIC I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

no but really, as usual, i have never considered this pairing before but I was already sold bc i love the concept of opposites attract and your build-up for them was amazing so i really loved it!!

i agree that denki just has a very flirty personality, it's who he is and I think it makes him feel more confident in himself!

I can totally see tokoyami falling for him, just being silly and all smiles, when he realized his feelings there was a lot of my chemical romance and Aerosmith being played and - you didn't hear this from him - but midnight rain by taylor swift might just have played on his playlist once or twice (cause duhh he was sunshine and he was midnight rain)

I like to think tokoyami is a very straightforward lover but also a very tortured poetic one, he likes to suffer and would probably never confess but with all the mixed signals involved he just had to say something and he would confront it head on: like dude do u want me or not??

denki would be very confused, not because he doesn't think he's fucking hot but because why would he fall for him?? i think for them to get together it would be very experimental at first, just trying to figure it out if they really were a good fit, and surprisingly they were! tokoyami was oddly patient with him and denki feels really comfortable on his side

they're the type of couple to go on a lot of dates without the boyfriend label yet and just months in be like woah we're boyfriends??? ain't that crazy?? they would be very clingy too I think, not necessarily kisses in public, but a lot of touching and hand-holding, just letting the other know they're connected

i think that's all i have tonight but i will give them some more thought to see if I can come up with anything else! loved to hear back from you <33