#AM I INSANE LIKE WHILE WATCHING IT I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE SO POPULAR AND I WAS SITTING IN SHOCK AFTER I LOOKED IT UP.

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has supernatural faded enough from the zeitgeist that it's normal now. like will it ever be divorced enough from the social context of the Everything to be a regular show from an outside perspective

[melminli]

Could you store something with jun-hee (player 222) x f!reader plz🙏

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby

summary - it may sound a bit cliché, but you were in love with your best friend. even though you always wanted to tell her, you strongly doubted that she could use your love - you didn't know that she thought the same. you two were really stupid, huh?

pairing: kim jun-hee x fem. reader

word count: 1.1k

contains: wlw, angst w/ comfort, arguing, fluff, pre squid game au, hidden feelings

a/n: i went to a cas concert a few months ago and it was insane. this was the song that just stuck with me since then and i thought about her when i listened to it again after watching the show! hope u like it ;p

"Oh man, they forgot our spring rolls." you realized disappointed after you went through each package of food one by one until there was nothing left but napkins in the bag. You looked at your best friend as you said. "Should I go to the store and get them? I know how much you like them, and I think the owner likes me, who knows, maybe we'll get an extra portion or something, huh?"

Jun-hee just shook her head with a gentle smile on her face. "That's all right. I want to eat with you and by the time you come back, the food will be all cold and mushy." she said, reaching for the chopsticks after opening her box of fried noodles.

You sat down on the opposite chair of your little dining table in your small kitchen. "I guess, I can't argue with that." you gave in and reached for a spoon to mix your fried rice a little.

You had turned on the radio a while ago and the music it was playing accompanied the pleasant silence between the two of you. You could hardly stop yourself from thinking about how homely this all felt right now with her, as you often did in the last few days. It was sudden and you were definitely caught off guard when Jun-hee suddenly appeared at your doorstep with a packed bag in tow. You didn't know exactly what happened, but you didn't need to because you could imagine that it probably had something to do with her parents or something - it didn't matter. She would tell you when she was ready.

"I heard that this one popular show is getting a second season soon, you know..." you started to tell her and then tried to think of the title when you suddenly heard a soft howl. You immediately stood up when you saw Jun-hee sitting huddled up with her arms covering her face. "Hey, what's wrong..." you asked worriedly, not used to such an emotional reaction from her since she was usually such a collected person. This was a very rare occurrence.

She interrupted you before you could say anything else. "I'm pregnant!" she cried out, feeling the lingering guilt inside her finally take over her entire mind as she uttered those words. A few minutes passed with you just holding her like that and Jun-hee clung tightly to you, sobbing. She was worried that you might let her go - in fact, she expected you to, which is why she didn't tell you for so long.

I can't blame her for anything, I really am the worst. She thought to herself when she still couldn't bring herself to let go. No matter how selfish it might be of her.

"Is it from that Mingyu guy?" you finally asked her and she nodded vaguely, but it was enough for you to understand. Jun-hee didn't even bother to correct you when you said his name wrong.

You just sighed and even if you didn't say it out loud, she could feel how angry you were with her - how disappointed. "You're mad at me," she stated while you continued to stroke her back reassuringly, even when the position you were holding her in was a little uncomfortable for you. "Of course I am, the guy's an asshole and you're only in your early twenties," you answered her honestly, comforting her with your own broken heart. "Does he even know? Last I heard, all his fans were sending him death threats because he stole their money or something."

She didn't even want to think about it. "He's not answering my calls and I have no idea where he is."

You let out another heavy sigh. "You're really stupid sweetie, I knew that guy was like this from the beginning, really," you spoke up before looking confusedly at Jun-hee after she lifted her head from your chest and met your gaze with a furrowed brow. "Can you stop rubbing it in my face? I already know that I fucked up!" she exclaimed, completely exhausted as she continued to rub her reddened eyes.

So she wants to keep the baby, her parents probably kicked her out as soon as they found out. You massaged your forehead, exhausted. "So, what now?" you just asked her, elaborating on your question when she looked at you with a confused look. You just wanted to kiss her right now and tell her that everything would be okay again and at the same time, you wanted to smash your head through a wall and cry. "What are you going to do now with a baby on the way? Do you have a plan for how you're going to look after it?"

I don't have a job or any money. I don't know what to do. She didn't answer you right away and just avoided your gaze, embarrassed, so you reached for her hand to get her attention. "If you don't know what to do and you want me to help you, then you have to tell me," you finally said and you were probably the stupid one this time.

Jun-hee looked at you in surprise and took a few seconds to really understand what you meant. "Are you sure? You don't have to do something like that for me..."

You interrupted her relatively quickly. "I want to do this for you because -" and your love confession was almost half hanging from your lips when you stopped yourself from saying it out loud in the last second. What am I doing? This is completely the wrong time for this. "- because you can always count on me, even if no one else does."

Oh, that's right. Jun-hee thought to herself as she held her pounding heart and smiled a little forcedly. I thought she was going to say something else, how stupid of me I mean you're pregnant with another man's child right now Jun-hee, wake up. She brought herself back down to earth. You already gave her more than enough. "Please, help me."

You spread your arms out again to catch her in a hug. "We'll work it out, don't worry..." you tried to reassure her further, any unspoken feelings remaining as you both made the decision to keep them a secret.

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a/n: hi lovelies! look its my first smau/fic (on this acc) and since i love making them here we are :))) hope you enjoy <3 sorry if this is too long btw. i need a grayson guys... maybe a possible series?!?!

grayson hawthorne was bored okay? he was bored, and for a man like him to be bored literally nothing must be happening. so how i hear you ask did he end up on the youtube page of a very popular booktuber? he blames xander, for watching her on the tv curled up with max earlier today. something about you.. intrigued him.

he stared at the account for the longest time before finally, finally clicking on your latest video about your fall tbr. and once he heard your voice it was like he was in a trance. the calmness of the video, your narration and the way you spoke to the viewers made him feel as if he was sitting there next to you on your bed.

he never watched this type of thing. he never really watched stuff at all. but suddenly here he was binge watching every single one of your videos. it was as if he had no control over himself and he just wanted to continue to watch them for the rest of the day.

by the time he had realised how late it was, it was dark out and the time read 6:43am. it must've been the delusion that made him type out the comment, or the fact that he hadn't actually slept yet. but either way he made a comment and that, that was the beginning of the start of everything.

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you screamed. you actually screamed when you saw the comment on you post. grayson hawthorne??? the grayson hawthorne had watched your video? holy mother of-

the hawthorne's were notorious, all of them were, but grayson, he had the largest fanbase. the most obsessive one. the one with the girls that go crazy over anything and everything about him. its insane to think that he had commented on your video.

you thought it might've been just a once off. y'know he was just scrolling on youtube - yeah right thats not believable at all - and he happened to stumble across your video?

or maybe it was xander, he's followed you for a while actually, occasionally commenting and flirting with max in the comments. maybe he put grayson up to it. a once off.

so grayson commenting on your video really meant nothing - lies it meant everything - nothing, it meant nothing. who even cares? you definitely don't.

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yn.books

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yn.books what are you reading right now? (psst the book of the month is divine rivals by rebecca ross!)

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user1 the book queen posted!!!

user2 i bought divine rivals yesterday can't wait until my copy comes!!

user3 i died when i read the end 😭 roman and iris my babies

user4 OH OH OH GRAYSON HAWTHORNE IN THE LIKES??????

user5 RIGHT AND AFTER HE COMMENTED ON HER VIDEO A FEW WEEKS AGO

graysonhawthorne would you recommend divine rivals?

yn.books yes 100% its such a lovely read i definitely recommend you read it!

user6 GRAYSON??????????? GRAYSON??????

user7 GRAYSON HAWTHORNE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?????

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"you bitch!" your best friend's voice fills your apartment as she rushes inside and stops dead in the living room. "why am i only now just finding out that grayson hawthorne comment on your posts?"

the murderous look on her face has you siting up quickly putting your book down on the couch. "...because i didn't tell you?"

"its the grayson hawthorne. i cannot believe that grayson hawthorne is commenting on your posts!" alya's harsh look turns gleeful as she rushes towards you and jumps on the couch - careful not to land on your book - and sidle up next to you to gossip.

"so why do we think he's interested in you all of a sudden?"

"he's not interested in me, alys."

"nope, he commented on your insta and your youtube, you're one step away from a marriage proposal now- hey, what type of wedding do you want?"

"we don't know, it could be xander's doing or even max's."

"nope you're gonna have kids together i can feel it."

"alya green-"

"OH MY GOD!!!!" she screeches jumping up and down. "OH MY GOD!!"

"WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?" you shriek back.

"LOOK!" she's grins shoving her phone into your hand

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graysonhawthorne

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graysonhawthorne 🏛 💭 📖

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user1 OOHHHHHHHHHHH

user2 im giggling so hard rn i love this man

ticking.time.bomb why the sudden interest in reading gray?? 🤨 i saw the divine rivals copy in your bag

thexanderhawthorne THIS IS WHY HE HAD THAT BOOK?? gray are you trying to steal my book girl?

maxine.liu.loo excuse me she's my book girlie. not yours i just let you borrow her

user3 oh he's obsessed

user4 wish that was me fr

user5 i want himmmm

user6 the book girlies and the grayson girlies really won today

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"grayson hawthorne," the sound of jameson's voice was never welcome in grayson's bedroom and clearly by the tone of his voice; this wasn't going to be good.

"when were you going to tell me that you picked up a fictional book? he paused. "even more so, when were you going to tell me that you got said fictional book from a 'book queen' of youtube."

grayson paused his reading and put down his copy of divine rivals, to look at a smirking jameson at his doorway.

"leave, jameson."

"okay gray, but let me know how your book goes, i hear it has a really shocking ending," jamie smiles and slowly walks away, calling out to xander to talk about books.

okay maybe his actions were a little out of character, but he wanted to understand what you were going to say in the next video. he wanted to be in the loop, to undertand what you were talking about.

he wanted to have something to talk to you about.

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@arqbella, @midiosaamor, @maybxlle @reminiscentreader, @ecliphttlunar,

@tornqdowarnings, @catapparently, @zenikswaffleshop, @off-to-th-r4aces, @emila07

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your writing goes so hard i keep rereading the whitlar you wrote,, truly awakened something in me. thank you for sharing it i will think about it forever

if you're taking requests at the moment would you consider indulging the gay boys with a breeding kink (me) with some mlm kylar flavoured drabble 🫶 i love how desperate he is it makes me so unwell i think that he should simply try knock up m!PC just as much as he tries with f!PC 🫣 ok good bye thank you for your time i have been abnormal enough in your inbox for one day love and peace

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hiiiii anon!! so glad you enjoyed the whitlar. it was so fun to write i love those boys!!! but onto your request—as a fellow gay boy with a breeding kink, HELL YEAH!!!! it’s like you’re reading my mind. i hope you enjoy this! for this i did a cis male reader, but if anyone wants a transmasc reader getting bred… lets just say i am most definitely not opposed. and feel free to be as abnormal in my inbox as you like!! i love hearing insane thoughts. i didn’t proofread this at all so no beta we die like anyone kylar kills for your sake (devs please let him commit murder for us). ok enough said here we go :3

m!kylar x m!reader. m!kylar x m!reader. breeding kink, dubcon, somnophilia, anal sex, overstimulation, slight bratty reader, reader fucks around and finds out, use of ‘mommy’ (not mommy kink!! the word is used in a very kylar way). 2473 words.

The unrelenting midday sunlight poured through the massive windows into the cafeteria. It was the only room at the Oxford Street School that didn’t feel like a prison—at least, not in terms of aesthetics. It was still a prison in every other way. You knew that far too intimately. As you stepped into the cafeteria, the first thing you glimpsed was a table of delinquents, all of them leering at you. Their faces turned into harsh, shadowy lines beneath the pale light. You grimaced and went to get your food.

You weren’t popular. Not in the least. Maybe you could have been. You were attractive, intelligent, and personable. Unfortunately for your social status, you just had to fall in love with the most reviled kid in school.

You grabbed some food, then glanced around the cafeteria, looking for your boyfriend. He was easy enough to spot, thankfully. It was hard not to see his green eyes staring at you, tracing your every move. You smiled. You made your way over to him, ignoring the strange looks you got. You were used to it by now. 

You sat down next to Kylar and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hi, Ky,” you said.

Kylar blushed, as he always did when you showed him affection. It didn’t matter how many times you told him how much you loved him. He would still blush like a schoolboy at the slightest provocation. It was cute. Kylar loved you so much. God, you were lucky.

“Hey,” he mumbled, finally letting himself smile as his hand found yours under the table. “How was your morning? I didn’t see you in English.”

His eyes darkened briefly. “You weren’t… you weren’t with someone else, were you?”

You giggled. “No, silly,” you said. “You’re the only one for me. I was just in the nurse’s office.”

Kylar frowned. “The nurse’s office? A-are you hurt, my love?”

His worry was adorable. You smiled and leaned against his shoulder. “No, I’m just feeling a little under the weather. Nothing major,” you said. “The nurse let me lie down for a while.”

You took a bite of your salad. Kylar watched the up-and-down motion of your jaw, his eyes following the gentle bobbing of your throat as you chewed and swallowed. “That pregnant girl was there,” you said between bites. “She was getting some painkillers, I think. Poor girl.”

Kylar seemed intrigued. “What pregnant girl?”

You shrugged. “I don't know her name. She’s in my science class,” you said. “But she’s nice. I don’t think people are being too mean to her about it. The pregnancy, I mean.”

Kylar didn’t respond. You took a few more bites of your salad. The silence dragged on. You set your fork down and looked over at your boyfriend. He was staring off into the distance, a sad, faraway look in his eyes.

You squeezed his hand. “Ky,” you asked, “is something the matter?”

Kylar looked back at you, his eyes wide and longing. “I-I wish…” he started, then he trailed off. His face went rosy again, and he looked down.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Ky, if something’s wrong, you can tell me.”

You felt Kylar’s arm settle around your waist. He rested his head on top of yours, and soft, dark hair spilled into your vision. You closed your eyes, momentarily letting yourself ignore the world around you, relishing in the moment of stillness with your lover. Minutes passed, and you could almost forget that he had been upset at all.

Then, he spoke again.

“I-I wish I could get you pregnant.”

Your eyes snapped open. You whipped your head upwards to look at him. “What?”

Kylar startled at the sudden movement and reeled backwards. “I-I’m sorry, my love!” he squeaked. “I-I didn’t mean to-”

“Wait, slow down,” you interjected before he could start babbling. “It’s fine. I’m not mad at you. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

He let out a relieved exhale. You idly traced the stitches on his sweater with your finger, thinking over his words. It was no secret that Kylar wanted to have a family with you. He was constantly telling you about the future he dreamed of, a future where the two of you were married with a house full of children, a future where you were happy and blissful and at peace. But you had always assumed that Kylar wanted to adopt. It wasn’t like it was possible for you two to have biological kids, after all. You had the same body parts. But now that Kylar had revealed this particular fantasy of his, you couldn’t help but try to wring a little more out of him.

“So…” you began, your voice teasing. “You wanna get me pregnant, huh?”

Kylar nodded, looking only slightly less sheepish than before. “I-I know it’s impossible,” he mumbled. “But the thought of you… pregnant with my babies…”

You propped your chin up on his shoulder and grinned at him. “Don’t get a boner in the cafeteria, Ky.”

“I-I’m not!” he replied. 

You giggled. Kylar always got so defensive when you teased him. Another one of his adorable little idiosyncrasies. “Well…” you purred, your fingers trailing up the length of his arm. “We can’t be sure that it’s impossible, can we?”

You leaned in towards Kylar, your hand resting on his thigh. You heard his breath hitch as you smirked up at him. Kylar’s eyes were blown wide, his face bright red, his lips parted in awe. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, clearly trying to tamp down his growing arousal. “What do you mean?” he asked timidly.

You tilted your head to the side ever-so-innocently. “I mean,” you mused, batting your eyelashes, “it’s still worth a shot.”

The bell rang, slicing through your reverie. You sat upright. “Shit,” you hissed. “I’m gonna be late for history.” 

You stood up, delighting in how Kylar was still blushing and sputtering beneath you. You leaned down and kissed his cheek once more. “See ya later, Ky!” you called over your shoulder as you raced out of the cafeteria. 

As you left, you smiled to yourself, pleased with the reactions you had been able to draw out of your boyfriend. Maybe it was cruel to tease him about such a personal, intimate fantasy, but Kylar was a sweet boy. He was timid and cute and obsessed with pleasing you. He wasn’t the kind to take your silly teasing to heart. It wasn’t like he was going to act on his fantasy, right?

Right?

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That night, you woke up to cold enveloping your body and heat building in your gut. You shivered, wondering when you had kicked the covers off. You reached for the blankets, only to feel something catch your hand.

“Shh, my love,” came a soft voice. “It’s okay, it’s only me, I’ve got you.”

Your eyes fluttered open. The first thing you saw was the open window, the pale curtains fluttering in the night wind. A black sky lingered just outside, its darkness complete, unmarred by patches of light. Your covers had been thrown onto the floor, leaving you bared to the chill in only your pajamas. Somehow, your pajama bottoms had gone missing. 

But perhaps most surprising of all, Kylar was above you, his green eyes boring into yours.

“Ky?” you murmured sleepily. “What’re you doing here?”

He giggled, baring his pearly white teeth. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It would have been sweet in any other situation, but right now you were just confused.

“I-I just couldn’t be without you any longer, beloved,” he whispered against your lips. “I kept thinking about what you said, and I want to do it.”

It was only then that you noticed the sensations coming from your ass. Kylar was two fingers deep in your hole, scissoring them gently. You froze. You didn’t know how long he had been inside you, but he most definitely had started opening you up while you were still fast asleep. You pushed yourself up to your elbows and tried to scramble away, but Kylar pinned your hand above your head, leaning over you so you couldn’t escape.

Kylar’s eyes were wide and pitiful, like a sad puppy. “My love, why are you fighting?” he asked. “Don’t you want this? Don’t you want to have my babies?”

He slipped another finger into your ass. Kylar’s fingers weren’t particularly large, but they always felt girthier when they were inside you. He pushed them in as far as they could go. He curled them inwards, hitting your prostate. Sparks fired through your body. You gasped, your head falling back against your pillows.

Kylar smiled. “That’s it, love,” he mused. “See? You’re already feeling so good. Your body knows how bad you need me.”

“Ky, wait-” you managed, but a pointed thrust of his fingers cut you off, a moan letting loose from your lips. You wanted to fight him. You really did. You loved Kylar, but you didn’t want him to make a habit of sneaking into your room in the middle of the night. But all the fight left in you dissipated with every tiny bit of pleasure he brought you. Kylar took you apart so easily on his fingers, turning you into nothing more than a whimpering, pleading mess beneath him.

By now, your cock was fully erect, leaking against Kylar’s pants. You bucked your hips upwards, trying to get some friction. Kylar frowned.

“A-are my fingers not for you, my love?” he said anxiously. “That’s okay. I know what you want. I’ll give you what you want.”

Kylar abruptly pulled his fingers out of your hole. You whimpered, feeling like a part of you was missing. He stroked your cheek. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I can never stay apart from you for long.”

He pushed himself up to his knees and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. He looked almost like an apparition in the low light, his skin dappled with shadowy lines. After a moment of struggle, Kylar removed his pants, too. His cock, which always seemed to be bigger than you remembered, was engorged, ready to breed you full.

Kylar leaned down again and lined his cock up with your hole. You didn’t even ask him to wear a condom. You knew there was simply no chance. He locked your lips in a wet, messy kiss as he slowly pushed himself into your ass.

You groaned against his mouth, already dangerously close to release. He giggled. “You love me so much,” he murmured, “but I love you even more.”

Slowly but surely, Kylar began to move. His thick cock dragged deliciously against your walls, marking you as his long before he even came inside you. You swore you could feel every vein, every millimeter of soft skin as they moved through your insides. It was the most intense thing you had ever felt in your life.

Kylar pressed his hand against your stomach. “God, I can’t wait for when you have a baby bump,” he breathed, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re going to be such a beautiful mommy, my love.”

His hand moved upwards towards your chest. “And these,” he said, a shiver running through his body, “these are going to be so nice and swollen with milk. I can see it already. You’re so perfect.”

You whimpered, letting yourself entertain thoughts you had never indulged before. What if you really did get pregnant? Logically, you knew it was impossible, but maybe, just maybe, if Kylar bred you full enough times he might actually be able to fuck a baby into you. Weirder things had happened in this town.

“Love, just picture it,” Kylar continued, his thrusts picking up the pace, hitting your prostate with every motion. “You, walking around town with a big, pregnant belly. Everyone would know that you’re mine. N-nobody would ever try to take you away from me again. You’d be mine, forever and ever.”

That was all it took for you. You came, your cock spurting ropes of cum across your stomachs. You thought Kylar might take it easy on you, maybe give you some reprieve, but he only moved faster. He hit your prostate again and again until your boner came back. Your cock stung, growing red and inflamed. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

Kylar smiled sympathetically and kissed the tear tracks on your cheeks. “I can’t stop now, my love,” he said, staring down at you hungrily. “I need to get you pregnant. I can’t give up until I know you’re full of my baby.”

He panted, his short breaths interspersed with desperate moans. You could tell he was getting close. Kylar never lasted long. Not with you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, each repetition of the phrase punctuated by another thrust. It was only a few strokes more until Kylar’s hips were stuttering as he came deep inside you. His head dropped into the crook of your neck as he eagerly fucked you through his orgasm. The feeling of his seed spilling into you had you cumming again, your aching cock releasing again in record time.

You felt Kylar’s hot breath against your collarbone. You reached up to stroke his hair, tangling your fingers in the messy black mop. About a minute or so passed in peace, and you were blissful. Happy that Kylar loved you so much, but grateful that it was over. Hopeful that he would let you sleep soon.

Then, you felt something. Kylar’s cock grew hard inside you again. Your insides struggled to accommodate him, stretching around the rapidly thickening length. You looked up at Kylar, eyes pleading, silently praying that he would pull out, that he would take mercy on you.

Kylar smiled, the insanity clear on his face, the predatory glint in his eyes glowing brighter than ever. “My love,” he said, “you’re going to be such a good mommy. You want that, don’t you? You want to be the mother of my children?”

Without giving you much thought, you nodded.

Kylar caught your lips in one more long, passionate kiss. “Good,” he breathed, “‘cause I’m not done with you yet. I’m not stopping until you’re bred full.”

The night passed in a haze of pleasure and pain as you slipped in and out of sleep. The whole time, Kylar kept going, the thought of you pregnant spurring him on until the sun rose. When you woke up, you were sore all throughout your abdomen, more tired than rested. You rested your hand on your belly, feeling a slight swell there. And, despite the torment of the previous night, you couldn’t help but smile.

You really would be an amazing mommy, wouldn’t you?

[iinryer]

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here are my thoughts:

1: ive been thinking abt it and ive kind of come to the conclusion that this was. a little bit of an insane tone shift. not bad or good! just neutral and kind of insane! because i really genuinely dont think anyone watches 911 for Real Stakes. i know i watch it for the characters and the crazy action and stupid situations. so it feels kind of like whiplash to introduce mcd in season EIGHT. on a generic story front its fine, people die! dying is a plot point that is reasonable! it just feels fucking WILD for 911. in over a HUNDRED episodes the only other people that were around for more than like three episodes who died were shannon and doug and even then, they were not fully fleshed out characters dfkjhfdjkg so this is just a MAJOR change that feels soooooo crazy to me. again. not good or bad. just a really strange choice to be making NOW of all times (first full length season on a new network after getting renewed for another full length season and deciding to change the formula while the show is at its most popular. very bizarre to me)

B: on a personal level. idk if i am emotionally stable enough in my real life to process the amount of fictional grief we r going to be steeped in the next few weeks. im being super self aware in recognizing that 911 is usually my escapism and is probably unfortunately no longer going feel like escapism for a bit due to. gestures vaguely. the world at large and also my stupid little problems and issues :(( i would already be having trouble chilling no matter how he died bc i am a little sensitive about grief rn, but it being SPECIFICALLY due to an infectious disease does NOT do good things for me personally as an immunocompromised person in the middle of an ongoing global pandemic. i am not doing great w it as a scenario! and i recognize that! usually I think of 911 as an outlet for me to feel emotional about things in a “safe” way bc we know that everything always turns out okay (angsty fic etc), but now all of the sadposting is just making me kind of miserable with no safety net and bringing up stuff from my life i was NOT expecting to have to contend with while watching my stupid little firefighter procedural cjfhdjdhfjfj

iii: that being said, in an attempt to not be willingly putting myself alongside complete abject misery in a pressure cooker, i am probably out for a while!! maybe a few days and maybe until s9, i dont know! I’ll check my notifs and inbox every once in a while and I’ll answer asks if I get them! but i dont want to be making myself miserable on purpose just to be caught up on everything, so im probably not going to be scrolling my dashboard for a bit. this feels stupid to “announce” but it also felt good to write out so I figured I’d toss it under a readmore and post it in case anyone found it relatable or wanted some validation in also needing to not feel everyone’s misery.

anyway. for those interested, here’s a post about what im up to in my real life if you’re curious

take care of yourselves! byeeeee 🫶

[punprincess321]

So... why didn't Bruce just lobby for Joker to get executed? Like you’re telling me this man doesn't have the cajones to kill the man that killed his son (he couldn't because Joker had diplomatic immunity but in recent years he just subscribed to "I'd be as bad as him if i did") but he couldn’t just... I don't know... USE HIS VAST WEALTH AND INFLUENCE TO GET HIM A SEAT IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR!? Like if you're not gonna do it yourself, I get it, Batman should not be seen killing, but Bruce Wayne can absolutely be seen lobbying for Gotham's judicial system to give Joker the death penalty. Joker has never ONCE shown signs of improvement unlike the rest of the rogues gallery, he is fully aware of what he is doing, yes he's insane but he legit takes pleasure in the chaos he creates, there's no saving that, at this point he doesn’t even deserve the chair, he deserves to be held down and have a car battery clamped to his nipples. This fight between batman and joker doesn't end until one of them is dead and joker legit went to work at the DMV after batman died, there’s no saving joker while batman is alive.

"But he could break out with the help of his goons!" Bruce could use his wealth to pay them all off, every petty criminal and goon for hire gets a nice cash gift if they turn joker down, get lawyers that Joker threatened top notch security, HE HAS THE JUSTICE LEAGUE ON SPEED DIAL! If Joker was getting executed, Bruce would absolutely get Clark and Diana to personally escort the clown to the exection room, both are wearing heavily armored gasproof suits so he doesn't try anything funny with joker venom or kryptonite or anything else.

"What about Harley?"

Do this when she is in a 100% hates joker mood, keep her with Ivy and her doctors and more security, I say flash because he's a nice guy who wouldn't taunt her and rile her up to save joker. Don't let the path to the execution room go by where she is, one look and she could be back under his spell.

"Oh in this comic they tried to execute him and it failed" okay I wanna see that and tell me where it went wrong, and if killing him STILL doesn't work, then make LIFE hell for him. If killing joker still doesn't work here's my pitch for what to do with him:

Lock him away from everyone, lock him in a secure painfully beige house, he eats nothing with color just potatoes, well done steak, eggs, onions, milk, water, bread, and beans, his only utensil is his hands, no paper, no glass, no plastic, no metal, nothing to be used as a weapon, he just gets food put straight onto the table and he eats it with his hands, he has to drink using those fancy water bombs made with seaweed. Every product he has access to is 100% natural, no chemicals he can use to make his laughing gas to poison the guards, all he gets to watch is the news and documentaries about stuff like how taxes were thought up or who invented sliced bread. He speaks to no one, no phone calls or human interaction, his only entertainment is tv which he can only watch through a window of 12 inch thick glass and the speakers can't be reached to mess with, all chairs and tables are built into the floor. The house receives routine maintenance to make sure nothing is loose or messed with, he's knocked out for each inspection with a lot of knockout gas, all security cameras are hidden so he doesn'tfeel the satisfaction of knowing people are watching him. He doesn't get to see batman either, his one reason to live is messing with batman and he doesn't get to do that. Everyone is just hoping he gets depressed and drowns himself in the bathtub.

Like I am seriously wanting one of these to happen, either Bruce walks up to Jason with passes to watch the execution or hands him security footage of joker crying in his boring cell as a birthday present and a big apology for not handling this asshole in so long.

AND FOR ALL YOU THAT WILL SAY "You can't permanently off the most popular batman villain!" I DIDN'T SAY THIS WAS PERMANENT! I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SEE THAT THERE IS A UNIVERSE WHERE BRUCE MADE UP WITH JASON BY GETTING RID OF THE JOKER AND NO CONSEQUENCES! And don't say "he did it for superman to prevent the injustice timeline once" that ain't what I'm talking about, I'm saying he does this for JASON. HIS SON.

I'm taking this shit seriously if you can't tell. If you want to add something I missed in either plan go ahead, I am basically wait for the day I get sucked into the DC universe and I can tell all this straight to Bruce's face and I need it perfect.

[loaksky]

COOL now that im home and am officially on break and have a bit more time. here are some things i fucking adored about ur vi fic:

"ur the kind of pretty that makes me want to do bad things" hello 911 i would like to report a murder

vi being a loser and down bad and just an overall simp is SO so in character for her bc like she is a lover girl at heart; she loves so hard and so deep and so STUPIDLY and you captured that so well in ur fic

sevika? ? ? ?? a cunt. but also serving cunt. we stan

the puck off bracelet. brb while i commission an etsy artist to make it tbh

vi having a rep for being a player but like. being so whipped for u that all her teammates like "lol oKAY" is on brand and so insane honestly

i kind of love roommate!maddie

vi being kind of a genius is also canon thank u for acknowledging/including that in the fic, it just made the lesbian miscommunication THAT much better

“Anymore concerns, cupcake?” what if i swan-dove off the nearest building WHAT THEN

pineapple on pizza is superior. i will sick warwick on anyone who disagrees

i truly have no clue who ellie and abby are i only know them thru the variety of vi-fics i've read on tumblr bc they seem to be popular overlaps with vi-stans (which we love!!!) but their characters in ur fic specifically is so good

ANIMAL PLANET!!!! did you ever watch those "the most XTREME" countdown shows bc THOSE WERE MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD

i sadly cant smoke bc of medical conditions but i would still let vi smoke me out cool yeah whatever goodbye

“I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you on your couch.” hi i'd like to buy a gun.

“Think I’ve always wanted to have you,” /GUNSHOTS/

look see now i also have a huge problem and it's the fact that i'll never get over this fic i fear. never. ever. ugh. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111

OHMYGODDDDDD, i’ve been looking for a moment to actually reply to this because i SCREAMED! when i saw this ask!! I LOVE YOUUuuuuUuuUuuuuuU!!!! this whole this made me giggle thank yEW for the time you took to share your thoughts i’m DEAD! A FEW THINGS I’D LOVE TO REPLY TO:

YES! vi is a certified lover girl idc what anyone says WHICH IS WHY i have to challenge this with one of my upcoming fics :]

sev is so cunt in every aspect of the word, i can’t wait to write more for her /screams/

genius!vi is SO cannon! i stand by the fact that she’s such a smartypants (brb thoughts are being THUNK)

pineapple in pizza is SO yum, i’m not even sorry!!

ellie & abby are my first loves ohmygod, tlou tumblr had me in a chokehold last year holy fuck

YES I LOVE ANIMAL PLANET I HAD TO PAY HOMAGE

i lowkey don’t like smoking, but it can be such an intimate / hot exchange and it makes me so h-WORD! VI ALSO COULD SMOKE ME OUT ANYTIME IDC!

yea idk where some of that dialogue came from in the smut part BUT IM NOT MAD AT IT heh

ANYWHO!! i see those chapters of figure eights AND IM SAUR READY to curl up in a ball in bed + kick my feet + spam ur inbox with my screaming !!

love you bad bae!!

[emotsper]

Hi!!!!!!!!

You’re like the szai person on tumblr, and even tho I’ve been playing proseka for like two years, I still don’t read a lot of the stories………

So as the certified szai tumblr person, since you kinda own the tag, would you like to explain to me why szai is such a popular ship? I really didn’t read much of anything…

Have fun!!

let me be brief (1/350) (no bc its actually gonna be a long ramble. apolocheese.) (also sorry if formatting is awful im a mobile user and I literally just type whatever)

FOR REAL THOUGH. PLEASE JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND READ MMJ MAINSTORY...... not only its a good source of szai cocaina you get to experience the entire mmj mainstory. i was normal before mmj mainstory and i was less normaler after mmj mainstory.

it simply went even more downhill when i read tenshi no clover. genuinely the one event story that first made me cry (second one was ice drop event but thats a bit biased)

okay now lets get to the main meat of it. szai.

admittedly i was kind of normaler early on but one of my tipping point was Chasing the radiance event especially chapter 7. please read/watch it. please. this specific chapter sent me into my trip of insanity when it comes to szai. it also opened my eye to specific scenes in their side stories/mmj mainsto that i skimmed early on especially bc im a jp only player so fan tls may not be super accurate back then 💔

to start off, airi was a girl that was often made fun of for being tomboyish, and seeing idols for the first time made her feel a glimmer of hope that maybe she can also bring hope to other people. she finally manages to reach her goal and became an idol after several of failed auditions (very deserved especially after her hard work) while shizuku became an idol purely out of luck from the idol grand prix context her friends convinced her to join 😭😭 From the start their relationship feels a little bit doomed with how jealousy is kind of unavoidable from airis side. but against all odds, you get to see airi go to shizuku and cheering her up by giving shizuku her towel and telling her to wipe those tears especially with such a pretty face like hers (MACHINE CLANG CLANG RACK SFX) they are so crazy for this. especially when you realize that shizuku kept the towel until now. (the towel is her area upgrade item)

from this point, airi thought nothing much of shizuku yet other than her being her new rival (and that shes rly pretty) but shizuku sees airi as her main reason to keep going in this idol stuff at that time, and that was enough.

(okay purely for this next part im forgetting a bit so do remember it may not be fully accurate 🙏)

after training minori for awhile, szai went thru a mini divorce arc where airi was telling minori that being an idol isnt all fun and games and that minori should consider quitting, continuing on with how she flopped in the industry bc she was more popular as a reality show figure. but shizuku disagreed and kept saying how airi was an idol through and through and that she shouldn't have quit, but that just tipped airi off and she shouted at shizuku, unloading all her pent up jealousy that she had for awhile now. iconic as hell scene in the most angsty way possible.

u can easily tell this wasn't received well by shizuku. at all. airi you done fucked up. shizuku left her idol group the next day.

(addendum i forgot to add. shizuku truly believed that airi was the first and if not, the only person who sees shizuku as shizuku hinomori herself, without all the idol filter that people plastered on her. so when airi admitted that she was jealous w shizuku getting everything good in the industry, that basically broke shizuku. (color of myself is a nice one to read when it comes to this 🙏 also the i am we are event is a crazy good conclusion to shizukus current arc))

at this point airi realizes just how much shizuku was influenced by her past actions without her fully knowing about it. girl you done fucked up.

this scene is still one of the biggest and strongest kryptonite for szai fans. especially with what happens after.

after confronting shizuku about her choice knowing full well its airis fault, airi, angry at herself, goes immediately to cheerful*days training place (she knows the place since theyve kinda shared the spot iirc) while the rest of mmj follows. she started threatening arisa and almost threw punches but she held back and told the rest of cheerful*days that shizuku is more of an idol than everyone in the room (i may be hallucinating this one. do lmk)

they finally leave the place, and both apologies to each other. at the same time, they both admitted that they were each others idol

and then shizuku goes to tackle hug airi. what the queer

that only concludes the mainstory section btw. upon realizing it may be too much of a recap instead of actual explanation ill be brief w the rest of it (keep in mind i dont read EVERY szai story, just ones i was made aware of bc im playing on jp and story content is a bit harder to see/consume)

Main szai crazies for szai fans

1. chasing the radiance ch7. airi yet talks again about how shizukus hands are slender and elegant while hers are short and chubby (she compared her hands to a manju) and shizuku was mad at her about this and went on a long tangent about how airis gentle hands were the ones who pushes minori and shizuku forward when they think they couldn't.

this is probably the fifth time ive read this story and it still gets me. i hate these fruitsssss. please read the full chapter ive linked it near the start this chapter is so special to me.

2. my ideal idol (airi 5, jp only event for now)

Bro i Dont Even Know What Else To Say. Just Look At This Card

but if we're being serious . lets talk about this one specific card and the story shall we.

this card was a blast to the past; pre-mmj szai again.

we start off with present mmj getting ready for their turn in the joint performance with a new junior idol group that they were paired with. airi was a bit nervous and shizuku noticed it. so she offered to do something that would hopefully lessen the nervousness for both of them. shizuku softly puts her head on airis back and whispered several word of encouragements. shizuku reminisces to the past.

pre-mmj szai. shizuku was very nervous as she was waiting for her first performance ever as an idol. airi was also there, and it was going to be her first too. airi shows up to say hi to shizuku but she noticed that shizuku was really nervous and at the verge of crying. airi knew she had to do something and told shizuku to turn around, shizuku did. shizuku lets out a little surprised yelp as she feels airis hands and head pressing against her back. she could hear airi muttering some encouragement but we never get to hear what the words were, only that shizuku thought about how warm airis hands were. (i need to be euthanized)

back to the present, shizuku says that she hopes that this gesture can somehow "repay" for what airi did to her back then. i think im losing it. sorry

OKAY IM DONE IM DONE ITS ALMOST 1 AM MY BRAIN IS NOT GOING TO WORK ANYMORE IF I KEEP TYPING..... my brain can handle so little. anyways i hope this wall of text ramble can convince u to read mmj mainsto and consume more mmj stories........ i admit its not perfect or whatsoever bc i haven't read the mmj mainstory for awhile and i have a wee memory issue thats paired with my deafness so. yeah. enjoy. haha.

[whatitsdecending]

Is It Really You? (II Oneshot)

II x Female Reader

After a long shift you’re invited to watch a friend participate in something you’d never expect from him. Turns out, you had every right to be worried about it.

Word Count: 5.3k

Content warning: Violence, blood, descriptions of injury, some suggestive commentary, language

Edited by: @artificialstardust

“…let’s search the skies, for a while, you and I…”

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Your keys jingled as you fought against the keyhole of the door, the twenty-something year old door is nearing its end of being a normal working item and definitely needs to be replaced. But you didn’t have much time for all that at the moment.

The door swung open and smacked the edge of the table just inside of your townhouse, making a loud noise as the heavy woods collided together. You kicked the door back after you stepped inside, tossing the keys into the ceramic bowl on the table and pressed the door shut with your back.

Four shifts back-to-back and all twelve hours long in the busiest ER in your city had to be one of the most draining jobs you’ve ever worked in your life. But also the most rewarding. When you went into nursing school, you knew the type of career you wanted to pursue was going to keep you busy and on your feet for long hours. Those medical TV shows always made it seem so easy… until you’re actually doing it.

You pushed off the door and hung your bag on the coat rack, taking a quick peek at the state of you after your shift. Yep, looks the same as last week.

It was 4pm. Night shifts were something you didn’t see yourself doing, but once you got stuck covering for someone, you sort of fell in love with it. Despite it getting absolutely insane sometimes, you still loved the chaos. Especially when you had the chance to help deliver a baby earlier today. You smiled at the thought, remembering how the mother lit up with joy at the little thing that you’d placed on her chest.

You were just about to head upstairs and start your shower when your phone began to ring. You pulled it from your scrubs pocket and gasped at the name that lit up your screen.

“No fucking way.” You said into the phone immediately after answering it.

The sweet voice of your dear friend filtered in through the other side, his accent thick as you sensed the smile in his words. “I did not expect you to pick up.”

“Why would I not pick up? You’re my friend, II.” You started up the stairs.

“I just didn’t know if you were working or not.”

“Oh I just got home from my last shift of the week.” You said, grabbing clean clothes to change into after your shower.

“Ahh okay. So I’m assuming you’d be too tired to go out tonight?” He asked.

You paused. “It depends on your definition of ‘going out’, since it tends to change each time you invite me.”

He laughed on the other end of the line. “You’re right about that. Would you like to come watch me participate in a fight?” That was the last thing you expected to hear from his mouth.

“I’m sorry?”

“You know, I get in a ring with some dude and we punch at each other until one of us wins. Pretty cool stuff, done a few fights already and I think I’m getting pretty popular with people at the club.”

You raised a brow. “Club? What club?”

“Mortals Meeting Ends.”

“II!” You exclaimed. “We get guys coming in left and right who have been beat to a goddamn pulp because they thought they could be good money fightin-”

“Alright darling, save the lecture for later. Am I seeing you there or not?”

“What time?” You ask.

“Midnight.” Oh great, even more ominous than it already was. At least it gave you time to shower, eat and get some rest before you went.

“I’ll be there.” You finally say after thinking it over a little bit more.

You could hear that smile over the line again. “Wonderful, I’ll see you then doll.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. “See you.” The line went dead after he hung up and you took in a shaky breath. What kind of deep shit has II gotten himself into?

You stripped from your scrubs and hopped into the shower. As you let the warm water soothe your muscles, your brain wandered to thoughts of II fighting these random dudes in a ring. Picturing your friend in your mind, you remembered him not being super built and rather a little more slim. And of course, he was a short guy.

But that was from a year ago. It’s been so long since you last saw him in person that he definitely could’ve built his body up into something worthy of being in a fighting ring. And especially if he’s been winning a lot of fights and becoming favorable towards the crowds.

Eventually you realized the water had been scalding your skin and quickly finished your shower, getting out and drying off. You wrapped your warm, fuzzy robe around your body and decided that a nap was more important than having something to eat. So, you laid down and fell asleep for a few hours in your robe.

Your room had turned dark when you finally woke up to the alarm blaring in your ears. It was hard to roll out of your bed, especially since it was currently 10pm and usually you’d still be asleep by now if you had work. Your grumbling belly is what got you to force yourself out of bed and go to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers for yourself.

You checked your phone, seeing a text from II that was really just the same bullshit he spews from his mouth when he’s built up on adrenaline. Usually you’d get these texts when he was touring with his little band and was about to go on stage, but it seems like he’s got another thing to get him that worked up between touring.

The time neared closer to when you had to leave, making you quickly gather things you’d need and changing into something cute but casually comfortable. You did not want to dress to impress at that place.

You ordered yourself an Uber and waited until the car pulled up to take you to the fight club. Traffic was nonexistent at this time of night so it did not take long for you to arrive at the club. It was as menacing as a place called ‘Mortals Meeting Ends’ could look, and just as predictable. Dudes who looked like bodybuilders walked around looking like they’d punch anyone for looking at them the wrong way.

You thanked the driver and stepped out of the car, heading to the bouncer working the front door. “ID?” He asked as a way of greeting. You fished the plastic card from your purse and handed it to him, watching as he looked down a list of names. “Alright you’re all good. Be careful in there, sweetheart.” You nod as a response and walk into the club, holding your purse just a little tighter than before.

Yeah this place is a cliché of a fight club. It was dark, except for the circle of lights over the fighting ring. Which really wasn’t a ring like you typically see for WWE type of events, but more like two pieces of rope surrounding a three foot pit made of dirt in the middle of this dump.

You looked around for any familiar face in the crowd, but nothing so far. It felt like a fever dream being in this stuffy place. Perhaps you were still exhausted from the last four days of work and running on fumes, or you were in fact dreaming and none of this was real.

You walked around a bit more, trying to get a feel for your surroundings while simultaneously trying to find II. If he was even out in this part of the building. There was a bit of a clearing of bodies as you made your way through to the bar and released a sigh when you saw your friend leaning against the bar and talking to some man. II’s attention grabbed onto you as you approached, slowly to make sure you didn’t interrupt anything important.

“Well look who it is.” He says with the biggest smile on his face and pulls you into a tight hug.

You squeezed him back, noting that your theory from earlier was true. “Couldn’t miss the opportunity to watch you beat people up.” He laughed as he pulled out of the hug and turned to the man he was just speaking to.

“Vincent, this is my good friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Vincent, the owner of the club.” Oh, well no wonder he looked so important. Vincent put his hand out for you to shake and you gladly let him.

“Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I’ve been hearing some things about you recently.” He smiled down at you, flashes of gold on his teeth distracting you from anything else.

“Oh- Well, I haven’t heard anything about you.” You became a little flustered and turned to II, who was rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I’ve just been telling him old stories, that’s all.” He gave you a toothy grin as he looked at you. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the owner in front of you.

“I hope you’ve been able to handle him, he’s a bit much when he wants to be.” You joked and earned a gentle elbow to your side.

Vincent smiled. “II here has grown from the weakest link to one of the strongest fighters I have working here. His growth was impressive and he learned quickly. I’m hoping he’ll put on a good show tonight since he’s got an extra special audience member.” He turned to II and patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you alone, be sure to be in that ring in five minutes.” You watched as he left and cut through the crowd, leaving you to be with your friend.

After a few long seconds, you turned back to him. “What is wrong with you?”

“I-”

“You’re gonna get yourself seriously hurt doing this shit. And what if you end up so hurt that you’re unable to play with the band anymore?” He avoided your eye contact for just a moment. “Look at me, II.” He finally did and your heart hitched at the sight of his eyes, the most beautiful blue you’d ever seen and something you never stopped staring at.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know how you feel about this kind of thing, but I’m having fun and I’m able to work out some things I’m dealing with. I’ll be okay, I promise.” He says and places a gentle hand on your cheek.

“But-”

“I gotta go, it’s showtime.” He pecked your forehead ever so slightly and ran off to where Vincent had gone earlier, leaving you to find somewhere to view the fight.

You found your way to the edge of the crowd, sneaking between a few tall guys who let you in so you could see. People surrounded the ring, chatting loudly with excitement as the time neared for the fight to take place. You watched as II’s opponent entered the ring, a man who had at least four inches on him in height and maybe a good fifty pounds as well. Alright, not a fair fight physicality wise but it also depended on how skilled of a fighter II was.

That’s when he entered the ring and your eyes shot open at the sight. Yeah, your theory was extremely accurate as you stared at the muscles that now packed his whole upper body and shifted with each movement he made. He had bulked up so much in the last year that it was hard to believe it was him. But it was, and you were staring hard.

The referee stepped into the ring and the match began. You cringed when you realized neither of them wore boxing gloves and were bare knuckles for the fight. II already had so many scars that were on his knuckles from previous fights and it made you wonder how many times he’s broken one.

His opponent swung and swung hard, but luckily II was fast enough and dodged his fist, landing a punch into the guy’s ribs once they were exposed to his attack. You stood there watching the two men circle each other, the one seething for revenge against the hit II got on him. The anticipation of who was going to get punched next made your stomach twist and you nervously twirled your hair in your hands.

You noticed Vincent on the opposite side of where you were, watching the match intently as more punches were thrown and dodged. His eyes didn’t seem to be on II, despite him being such a ‘prized possession’ here. No, he watched his opponent and only seemed displeased when II dodged the hits, not the other way around. You didn’t know that much about fight clubs, but from the little bits you’ve heard when taking care of one of the fighters in the ER, you knew this was going to go badly for II.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath when II took a hit to the gut and groaned at the impact. He took a small step back and held a hand to the spot, taking a deep breath and then moving back to his opponent. You watched as he got some punches and kicks in, noting how fast he moved and how agile he was. It was interesting, but it still felt wrong.

A minute goes by and the time seemed to slow as his opponent took an opportunity to punch II in the side when the area became exposed. This man hit him hard enough that you heard his ribs crack, gasping as he stumbled back from the force of the punch. Then the opponent was on top of him, landing hits left and right to any part that was exposed.

The crowd yelled and roared. Some with excitement and others were shouts claiming an illegal move in the ring. All of that you were unsure of, the only thing you were sure of though is the fact that II was bleeding heavily from multiple injuries on his body and the man wasn’t stopping. And Vincent wasn’t stopping him either.

Eventually, the referee stepped in and pulled the guy off II. People cheered as he was announced the winner of the fight, taking in the roar of the crowd and the money that was tossed at him. You stared at the man covered in blood and dirt on the floor, barely breathing but alive. Why was no one helping him? You frantically looked around for anything that could help him, the same guys that let you through earlier doing the same.

“Can you guys help me get him to the bathroom?” You shouted at them over the crowd. They all nodded and rushed to get II from the floor while you ran to the first aid kit you had spotted. You followed the group of men to the bathroom and they plopped II onto the floor, resting him up against the stall.

“You need any help, miss?” One guy asked.

“I’ll need you guys to stick around in case I need to get him to the hospital.” You glanced over your shoulder to the club outside the bathroom. “And also maybe to make sure no one comes in to try and finish the job.”

“Yes ma’am.” They say and went to stand outside the bathroom, leaving you to some quiet to take care of the bloodied man in front of you. His breathing was decent, better now that he was sitting up but you knew that broken rib was not letting him get a full breath in. You found gauze packets in the first aid kit and pressed them to the gaping wound on his forehead that was left by some knuckles.

“W-what are you doing?” His voice was quiet as you found tape to hold down the gauze.

“Making sure you don’t bleed out and die like they wanted you to.” You said, your voice catching in your throat as you said it out loud. They were going to leave him to die.

He pushed at your arm. “You need to go home, Y/N. I’ll be fine-” He clutched his side and groaned in pain.

“You are hurt and I’m the only one here that is capable of making sure your ass doesn’t die from blood loss.” You sternly say, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. “I don’t care if they want to beat me up too, I’d rather you be okay than walk away because of some threat like that.”

His blue eyes glistened under the dingy lights. “Don’t say that.”

“Too bad, I already did.” You examined his face that was swelling and covered in bruises, palpating his definite broken nose and cheekbones. “You are my friend II and friends don’t leave each other’s side in shit situations like this.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, cringing in pain as his lungs tried to expand with that broken rib. “I fucking hate that word.”

You stopped shuffling through the first aid kid and glanced at him. “What word?”

“Friends.”

You raised a brow. “What’s so wrong with it?” You organized the contents of the first aid kit more so they were in better reach in case you needed to change the gauze on his forehead quickly.

His eyes opened again, staring at you with a vulnerability you’d never seen before in him. “I hate when it comes out of your mouth to describe us.”

A pang of hurt cut through you. “Do you not like us being friends?”

“Why are you acting dumb?” He asked, coughing a bit after he spoke. He must’ve noticed the confused look on your face. “You don’t want to remember what we had for a moment, do you?” Of all times and places, he chooses now to talk about this? Well, could be the state that he’s currently in, you’ve seen it plenty of times that you can’t really blame him.

“Because you broke my heart, II. That’s why.” You say. “I need to wrap a bandage around your ribs to hold them in place, it’s gonna hurt so I need you to prepare yourself.” You sat up more on your knees and scooted closer to him, preparing yourself for moving him forward so you can wrap the bandage around him.

“At this point, the pain doesn’t really faze me.” He said as you pulled him forward, doing the familiar maneuver was so much more difficult without other staff to help you, but you managed. “I didn’t mean to break your heart, Y/N.”

You pulled the first portion of the bandage around his chest and he grunted in your ear at the pressure of it. You focused on getting this wrapped before speaking again, leaning him carefully back against the stall.

“Well, you did and that’s as far as I’ll go with this right now.” You replied. He just stared at you and didn’t mutter another word.

There was a knock on the door and one of the men from earlier popped his head in, bringing in the even more chaotic noise of the club with him. “Uh does he need an ambulance?”

“Not right now, no.”

“Good.” He said and glanced over his shoulder. “A huge fight just broke out, so it’s best you guys stay right here so you’re all safe.”

“Thanks.” You nod to him and he closes the door once again.

“I don’t need to go to the hospital?” II wondered.

You glanced back at him. “No. For now you’ll be fine, I just have to keep an eye on that forehead wound and clean it. Your rib is definitely broken, but that luckily shouldn’t kill you unless it shifts and impacts your lung. Which I doubt will happen, but there is always the chance.”

“God I’m glad you’re a nurse.”

You smirked as you stood to wash some of his blood off your hands and so you can cleanse the wound on his forehead now that most of the blood has been taken care of. “You lucked out there.” He chuckled softly as you gathered some supplies you could use to clean it up.

II had stretched his legs out, leaving a spot between them for you to sit as you cleaned. “Thought this would help you to get that spot better.” He says.

“You’re right, it will. Thanks.” You sit on your knees once again as you fold the gauze off the wound, eyeing the area for any signs of infection that may be starting to show. Luckily, nothing yet. You commended the club for having a decent first aid kit that had supplies you could use to patch up this wound, will it hold completely until it healed? Absolutely not, but it was the best resource available until he could get stitches.

You set everything up to your right, II watching your every move as you organized yourself again. You took alcohol swab sticks from their packaging and looked at II. “These might sting a little, but they’re gonna help clean the wound.” He nodded and you moved to his forehead, following the same old procedure you’ve done since nursing school. He winced as you rolled one swab directly over the wound. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He patted your thigh gently. “You’re doing your job.” His hand stayed on your thigh as you continued to work. You didn’t mind the contact, you knew it was probably something that might be comforting him at the moment. He won’t admit it, but you could tell he’s shaken up by everything and there is so much more to what happened that he doesn’t want to tell you. Not yet, at least.

You finished cleaning the wound and put some adhesive strips across, trying to close the wound together as best as you could with them. A fresh piece of gauze on top and tape to hold it down, and that wound was all taken care of.

“You more than likely have a concussion because of how hard your face got hit.” You say.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He mutters. You glared at him and went to scoot back, but the hand on your thigh gripped you just a bit. “Please stay here.”

You looked at him, his eyes sad as he believed you were ready to leave him here. “II I wasn’t going to leave you. I was just going to throw this all away.” You held up all the packets that had been emptied so he could see them.

“Do that later. I need you right here, right now.” He said. You stared at your friend and the clear agony he was currently in. His ‘tough guy’ facade had disappeared and now he was here, as vulnerable as ever and in so much pain.

You smiled softly. “I’ll stay.” You set the trash back on the floor next to you and leaned back on your heels.

“Come closer, please.” He whispered softly. “I need to hold you, Y/N.” Your heart ached at his words and you nodded, carefully climbing into his lap and gently wrapping your arms around his abdomen. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beating, the rapid thumps had slowed a bit as his body relaxed. This calmed him down, probably reminded him of older times when he had your heart.

After a moment of listening to the muffled sounds of the fight still going on in the club, II spoke again. “I’m sorry for what I did.” You began to make a shushing sound but he continued over you. “It was the last thing I ever wanted to do to you, Y/N. And it kills me every single day that I left you broken and-”

“Stop II, not here.” Your whisper was harsh and you pressed your hand to his chest, hoping he’d stop his rambling.

“I love you, Y/N. And I never stopped loving you.” He says. “I want us to search the skies together again.”

You sat up off his chest to get a better look at him. Tears rolled down his cheeks, making streaks in the blood that covered them. “You’re concussed II. You’re just saying things-”

“Will you stop that?” He demanded. “I may be concussed and shit but I know exactly what the fuck I’m saying to you right now.” Your heart stammered in your chest. The look in his eyes was truthful. And you knew damn well that II wasn’t the kind to lie to you about something like this.

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything at all. I just needed to get that off my chest.” You sat there in his lap as he looked away from you, his eyes roving over the contents of supplies on the floor.

You couldn’t bear the sight any longer. The bullshit the two of you dealt with last year was something that you forbid to speak about. You forced the friendship back to how it had been after he left you. His reasoning? Being too busy to be a good boyfriend to you, claiming you only deserve the best and he couldn’t offer that to you at the time.

That devastated you. After spending months together, sneaking around with him and not admitting to your friend group that you two had something going on. It was exciting. The adrenaline you felt when he snuck a kiss at a party, and then when you tiptoed out of a closet to avoid being caught by anyone after you two hooked up in it. For the last year you ached for that kind of thing again, but mostly because you wanted it to be more real than anything it had been before.

You knew that you’d never be able to go back to being strictly friends after that. And you were okay with that fact.

II’s eyes eventually landed back on yours, the blue dimmed in the light and by the emotions he felt. Your hand reached out to caress his cheek as gently as you could, as if any kind of touch would be enough to fully break him. “I still love you too.” His eyes widened and suddenly he engulfed you in a hug, his body bent over to hold you tight to his chest. “Your rib.” You say as you hold him.

“I don’t care.” His words are muffled by your neck. He pulled away ever so slightly and looked down at you. You leaned up and closed the space between your lips, pushing them together so gently that you could barely feel his. He pressed you closer with his hand that rested against the back of your head, sealing the kiss more.

After a moment you pulled away. “You should care because I know that rib is absolutely killing you right now.”

He smirked. “Actually I don’t feel a thing. Looks like the best pain killer is kissing you.” He leaned in again and kissed you, more and more. “I missed you so much.” He whispered against your lips.

“I missed you too.” You said, running your hands through his blood caked hair.

“I want you to be mine forever.” His voice grew a little bit slurry, indicating that the concussion was making itself known.

“Let’s get you to the hospital before you start making any promises.” You kissed him again and climbed out of his lap, heading to the door and opening it. The club had gone quiet, most people had left and the mess of the fight was still covering the floors. You were shocked to see one of the men still hanging by the door, he was on his phone when he noticed you come out.

“How’s he doing?” He asked, standing up to his full height.

You smiled. “He’s okay but has a pretty bad concussion and a broken rib. So we need to get him to the hospital.” The man nodded and went into the bathroom, getting II up via your instructions to make sure he didn’t hurt his rib any further.

You lead them out of the fight club, soaking in the fresh air as much as you could. The guy luckily had driven himself here and was more than willing to drop you off at the emergency room, and even offered to stay around so you could get home and shower the blood off.

“I’m alright.” You said. “Thank you, though. I honestly don’t think I can thank you or your friends enough for helping me tonight.”

The man nodded. “It’s our pleasure. II is a good man and we hated to see him go down that way.” He turned to leave. “You take care.”

“You too.” You smiled as you watched him leave the ER. The doctor you usually work with found you and asked you to go over everything that happened. So you did, leaving the team to work on II’s injuries.

A few hours had passed and you sat beside II’s bed in the ER. Your coworkers were kind and got you a fresh pair of scrubs to change into, since your clothes had become caked with his blood and you refused to leave and go home. You had been right, II’s rib was broken and he had a severe concussion from all the punches he received earlier. The wound on his forehead was stitched up and already looking a little better.

“You look good.” His voice was raspy as he woke up. You reached for the cup of water that the nurses left for him, and helped him drink it. “Thanks.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” You put the cup down and rested your hands over his. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck.”

You smiled. “Well yeah, you almost did in a sense.” He chuckled as you pushed back the hair that had fallen on his forehead.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” He whispered.

You smiled. “I’ll always take care of you.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You know I wasn’t talking out of my ass earlier.” He said, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“It’s okay, II. I know what you-”

He shook his head. “No. I mean, I do want you to be mine forever. Actually, I need you to be mine forever. I don’t think I’d know what to do if you weren’t.” You blinked back the tears that threatened to break, and stood up to lean over and kiss II.

“Then let’s search those skies forever, II.” He smiled against your lips and pulled you closer, to the point where you eventually climbed onto the bed with him and snuggled up to his side.

“I can’t wait to get out of here.” He said, kissing you more and more.

You smiled. “Why’s that?”

He poked your side. “So we could get back to what we were really good at doing.” He winked at you and you laughed.

“You’re ridiculous. Heal that rib first and then we’ll talk.” You say and poked him right in the spot you knew would hurt.

He flinched a little. “Alright, alright. You’re the boss.” He kissed your head and pulled you closer again. This time, your eyes grew heavy and the exhaustion weighed down on you. You fell asleep to the monitor that beeped, letting you know II was still alive and well, safe here in your arms.

[elizabeth-grace101409]

I might get some hate for this but….(Reminder this is just my opinion. If you don’t agree then just ignore this. Please don’t send death threats☺️)

I do not hate Theresa. I genuinely cannot bring myself to hate her. I’m not saying she was 100% in the right. But what I am saying is that I can understand why she did what she did.

When I first watched The Maze Runner, I hated her too. But when I actually put more thought into it, I understood that what she did was pretty valid. Again I’m not saying betraying your friends is a good thing. But if you’re that close to find a cure to this sickness that has killed millions of people (including your own mother) would you just give that all up? To be completely honest I would be pretty conflicted over the whole thing. It kinda just comes down to whatever someone’s moral stance is though I guess.

And I am not saying what happened to Minho and all of those kids were “okay”. But that wasn’t all on Theresa. I think a lot of people forget (or don’t care) that WICKED consists of mainly grown adults (yes I know there were kids working for them too but still) and yet Theresa gets majority of the blame when people in the fandom talk about this.

Another point I wanna make is that Janson (aka “Ratman” in the books) is literally the main antagonist in the series. If you don’t believe me for some reason look it up. Theresa, the sixteen year old girl will and does get 10 times more hate than the literal grown man who is one of the top workers in WICKED. Which is honestly just absolutely insane to me. And yeah I know just because someone is a child doesn’t mean they can’t be “evil”. But she’s not even that anyways. She was just a kid wanted to help people and people who went through the same stuff as her. Again not saying she’s completely innocent, I’m just saying she doesn’t deserve all the hate thrown at her.

I also believe there’s a lot of misogyny within the fandom. And that’s kinda how it is with about any fandom. I know this so please don’t say anything about “Oh but that’s basically any fandom” I know that. But even with that fact, it doesn’t make it okay. But back to my original point. Something that I fully believe is that if the roles were reversed and Thomas and Theresa were switched, people would defend and understand Thomas more than they do Theresa. Which happens an unbelievable amount of times within theses types of fandoms unfortunately. If there’s a complex male character and complex female character, people will tend to understand and or defend the male character and completely crap and hate of the female character. This happens a lot with The Walking Dead fandom but that’s a topic for another day.

I’ve seen this multiple times in fandoms and it honestly quite annoying. It’s like people don’t understand the point of a complex character, is that they’re complex. Obviously that doesn’t make whatever they did completely (or at all depending what it is) right, but it is important to take into notice.

People will also hate on her because she “gets in the way” of a popular mlm ship (aka Newtmas). Which again happens a lot in fandoms. Also if that’s the only and complete reason you hate a character….You might need to get a better argument than that. This is not me hating on the ship, I’m actually quite fond of it. But just hating her that reason and that reason alone is honestly just petty in my opinion.

I also feel like a lot of the people who hate her haven’t read the books. Which is fine if you haven’t but I’d totally recommend reading them. I’m currently on the second book and I can say it’s safe to say that I like them better than the movies. But in the book you get more depth into Theresa’s character more than you do in the movie (along with most of the characters too which kinda makes sense).

I could honestly go on and on about this specific topic alone about the series but I’ve already been typing for a while now so this is all I’m gonna write about this for now. This is also my first time posting on Tumblr so. I do plan on maybe writing and or making content on here about The Maze Runner and probably other stuff too. Most likely just whatever I’m hyper fixated about. Which as of now is a lot of things.

And if you disagree with me that’s fine just remember these are my personal opinions. And feel free to comment your opinion on it. Rather if you disagree or agree or whatever. Just keep it respectful and be respectful to anyone else who comments. Just remember not everyone is going to have the same opinions as you.

[kendallroydefender]

Cowboy take me away - Chapter 4 (Kayce Dutton x Roy!Reader)

Masterlist

Summary: You’re Y/n Roy the youngest daughter of one of the richest men in America but all that money can’t make you happy and you decide to move to Montana for a while. But what happens when you meet the youngest son of another influential man? (This is mainly a Yellowstone fic you don’t have to watch succession to follow it)

Authors note: We will get more yearning too because these two just can’t make it easy

The whole day of your not-date date at the rodeo you spent pacing around. You tried to distract yourself with watching tv or scrolling through your phone.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that this felt an awful lot like a date. So you got ready like it was one. After a long shower, you did your hair and choose an outfit that was casual enough for the occasion but still looked cute.

Maybe it was wishful thinking because if you were honest you wouldn’t turn him down if he’d asked you out.

What you didn’t knew was that Kayce also put in some effort getting ready. He combed his hair and chose an outfit that was good but still appropriate. A shirt that looked good, clean but wasn’t trying to look good.

”Who’s got you all nervous?“ Beth teased looking at her brother walking down the path while running a hand through his hair.

”What?“

”Is it your damsel?“ she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes

”My what?“ Kayce asked furrowing his brows

”You know, the one you saved, the city girl with the cute accent.“ Beth grinned

He rolled his eyes though a slight hint of pink crept up his cheeks. Beth’s eyes fell to his hand that was carrying a shopping bag.

”Are you bringing her boots? If that’s not some Cowboy Prince Charming shit, I don’t know what is.“

Kayces grip on the boots tightened. He found them while he was out buying new ones for Tate. They were reduced in price so much he couldn’t pass up the opportunity. He thought you could use a pair if you wanted to stick around and he hoped you would.

When you heard the doorbell ring you took a last deep breath and one last look in the mirror before you went down the stairs.

”Hey.“ you said smiling

”Hi.“ he answered a grin on his face too.

”I brought you something.“ he said holding up the pair of boots.

”Oh wow, thank you. You shouldn’t have.“

”Thought you could use ‘em.“ he shrugged like it was no big deal.

While you were getting out of your sneakers you asked him

”Wait am I even allowed to wear them? I can’t even ride a horse properly.“

He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe

”I think a cowboy giving them to you makes it okay. Also if we keep working on your riding skills you’ll be a cowgirl in no time.“

You laughed a little before getting up again

”How’s the fit?“

”Like a glove.“ you grinned

”Good. They look good on you.“

”Thanks.“ your grin turned in a smile.

The drive over there was easing your nerves. This was just Kayce, you two got along well so no need to worry.

At the rodeo on the way through the crowds some people called out greetings to Kayce, tipping their had or slapping his back.

”Popular guy, huh?“ you teased nudging his shoulder with yours.

”Just people my father knows.“ he shrugged, slightly sheepish.

The atmosphere was amazing. People cheering, the clang of the metal gates. You loved every second of it. The rodeo riders were talented, the things they’re doing insane.

That is until you saw the first man fall off his horse. You winced, quickly looked away, hiding your face with your hands but peeking out through your fingers as you heard the sound of the body hitting the ground.

Kayce chuckled beside you. He reached over, looping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

”He’ll be fine.“ he said softly, having seen that it wasn’t a bad fall.

You looked up and your eyes met his as a soft smile was shared between the two of you. You feel like could get lost in his beautiful brown eyes. The depth of them, the way the light reflects in them making them seem like they’re blended with honey. You’re brought back to reality when they announced a new contender.

When you looked back towards the rink Kayce took the moment to take a breath. It had been a long while since he felt like this. When he fell for Monica he was still so young and now he’d almost forgotten what it felt like. How someone could just be there and make the air feel different.

Your head came to rest on his shoulder a few moments later settling into the warmth of him. Kayce didn’t tense, didn’t move, he just let you.

And you sat there like this until the rodeo was over.

Afterwards, walking through the parking lot to his car you couldn’t stop rambling about how much fun you had. Kayce listened, smiling, silently contemplating something.

He reached out and took your hand in his in one swift motion, intertwining your fingers. You suddenly felt shy, your words faltering, smiling at him.

He held your hand the whole way back to the car. He was aware that this could make a few good rumors but he never cared about what people said much.

The drive back was quieter than the ride there. Not in an awkward way, just a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need to be filled. The warmth of the car, a country song playing softly from the radio. You couldn’t vibe the contempt smile off your face if you wanted.

Kayce‘s hand rested on the gear shift and from time to time your eyes drifted to it.

You were still thinking about how he’d took your hand earlier. How warmth had spread through you, how easy it had felt.

You stole a glance at him. His profile in the soft glow, eyebrows softly furrowed as he concentrated on the road.

”You had fun?“ he asked after a moment, his voice low

”Yeah,“ you admitted, shifting slightly in your seat ”More than I thought i would.“

He grinned, eyes still on the road

”See? Told you.“

You smiled, shaking your head ”You were right.“

His grin widened a little as he glanced at you. Neither of you said anything else for a while. But the silence was charged with something unspoken. Something lingering.

When he pulled into your driveway and killed the engine, neither of you moved right away.

”C‘mon I’ll walk you up.“ Kayce spoke finally.

When you climbed out the truck Kayce did too. He walked you up to your front door.

The night had turned crisp and you were getting a little cold.

You stopped at the door, turning to face him. He stood close, probably closer than he needed to.

”Thank you for today.“ you said softly

”Anytime.“ he said

And then there it was again. This feeling that had followed you both all night. The one neither of you had addressed.

You lingered. He did too.

You hesitated, tilting your head a little, studying him.

”Do you wanna come inside?“

Kayces eyes flickered between yours, searching. His answer wasn’t immediate but when it came it was certain

”Yeah,“ he murmured ”I do.“

You nodded, stepping back to open the door.

The door shut softly behind you. You turned towards him, wanting to say something to ease whatever it was that had built between you both tonight.

But when you looked at him the words got stuck in your throat. The way he looked at you, so soft yet determined.

He reached out for you. It wasn’t rushed, not urgent just inevitable. Like he had been waiting for this. And you had too, maybe.

His fingers brushed against your jaw. Tilting your jaw slightly. Giving you an out, if you wanted it.

And then his lips met yours. Soft at first, a slow press. Testing the waters.

You exhaled through your nose, fingers curling into the front of his jacket, pulling him closer.

Kayce let out a quiet breath of his own, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding to your waist. The warmth of his touch, the solid feel of him against you sent something electric through you, something you hadn't felt in a long time.

When you finally pulled away, just a fraction, his forehead rested against yours.

Neither of you spoke.

You just smiled, breathless.

And then, wordlessly, you led him to your bedroom.

The next morning you woke up when the sun crept through the window, blinds forgotten to close in the heat of the moment.

The first thing you noticed was that you were warm, an arm wrapped around you, a chest pressed against you back. Kayce hadn’t left. He was still here.

The events of last night rushed back to you. He had held your hand. You had kissed. You had slept with each other… and it was great. Possibly the best sex you’ve ever had. And he was still here.

Part of you wanted to stay like this forever. Naked wrapped in the soft sheets, Kayce’s soft breathing making you feel at peace. The other Part, the one that was conditioned to always worry about appearances, optics, the public perception felt a pang of unease in your chest. What if he regretted this? What if it was too soon? Did you fuck up your friendship with one of the few only people that didn’t have any ulterior motives?

Before your thoughts could eat you alive, Kayce‘s arms tightened around you. You felt his breathing change as he woke.

”Mornin‘“ he said, voice still gruff from sleep.

”Morning.“ you answered, still worried

His arm stayed around you, as you turned facing him. Finding these warm brown eyes, messy hair, his tan shoulders and chest.

A smile on his face when he saw your face

”Hi“ you said shyly

”Hi.“ he smiled back.

”What time is it?“ he asked, shifting slightly

”Uhh, almost six.“ you said with a glance to the clock

Kayce hummed, running his hand down your arm

”Shit, probably should go soon.“

You nodded, hiding your disappointment

”Yeah, ranch work never stops.“ you joked, trying to sound like it wasn’t bothering you.

He watched you for a moment, not moving

”I got time for coffee, though.“

Your eyes flickered to his, surprised

”You sure?“

A smirk pulled at his lips

”Unless you’re trying to get rid of me.“

You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

You slipped out of bed, grabbing his flannel off the floor where it was left the night before and some underwear. Then you padded into the kitchen. Kayce watched you, running a hand through his messy hair before he followed you.

A few minutes later, you were perched on the counter, two cups of coffee between you. Kayce now in his boxers and white shirt he wore under the flannel. The kitchen was quiet, the kind of easy silence that felt comfortable despite everything hanging unspoken in the air.

Kayce leaned against the counter across from you, his fingers curled around his mug. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a second, something passed between you.

Neither of you acknowledged it.

Instead, you just took a sip of your coffee, pretending like none of this was complicated. And Kayce let you. Because pretending was easier than figuring out what this really was. For now.

After he left you went for a shower. Afterwards to pulled Kayce‘s flannel back on though, missing the scent and warmth of him. You had a crush on him yes. But you felt a pang of unease, not knowing where that left you with him. He didn’t fled your bed but it also wasn’t overly sweet between you when he left. There had not been a kiss just fleeting touches that lingered longer than they should’ve.

You were making lunch for yourself when you got a text.

Kayce: ”You free this afternoon?“

Your heart made a quick jump

You: ”What for?“

His answer came immediately and you couldn’t help the smile

Kayce: ”Riding lesson“

You quickly texted back

”Let me know when“

Arriving at the ranch you felt nervous to be there for the first time in weeks.

You spotted him near the barn, brushing down a horse.

He was focused on his work but when he looked up and saw you approaching something in his stance changed.

You hesitated a second before you came over, your hands buried in your jacket pockets.

”Hey.“ you said softly

”Hey.“ he said back

”Need an extra pair of hands?“ you nodded towards the horse

”You volunteering for ranch work now?“ he gave you a smirk

”Apparently.“ you shrugged with a smile

Kayce stepped aside, making room for you as you grabbed a brush.

You fell into an rhythm with him. The silence between you wasn’t awkward but it was there.

Again and again your arms brushed. You stole a few looks of him. He looked good. Cowboy hat and sleeves rolled up.

You were still feeling on edge even though Kayce obviously wasn’t regretting last night and wanted to see you again. But you didn’t knew where you were standing with him.

It was obvious that you two weren’t addressing last night our right.

When you finished brushing the horse you came to the conclusion that you were just going to go with the flow. Whatever would happen would happen.

”So what’s this one’s name?“

”Dusty.“ Kayce said

”Dusty? That’s the best you guys could come up with?“

He laughed a little ”It’s fitting, ain’t it.“ he nodded his head towards the discarded brushes.

You snorted

”Well if I work here part time I should get naming privileges.“

”Oh, you work here now?“ Kayce grinned

”I mean I am brushing a horse, aren’t I?“ you smiled

”Wanna sit for a bit?“ Kayce asked once you’d finished.

You nodded, following him to his porch. You sat for a while, it was relaxed like it used to be.

”I liked yesterday.“ Kayce stated, calm and deliberate but with a softness in his voice.

Your breath hitched but you tried not to seem too nervous.

”Yeah?“ you said neutral

”Yeah.“ he answered

You nodded, looking at your hands

”Me too.“ you said finally, getting a small nod from him, like it was what he needed to hear.

Kayce didn’t say more, didn’t clarified what exactly he meant but maybe that was okay.

Taglist: @ganana @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

[lych33dragoncookie]

HOLLY. HOW ARE YOU

Note: Ended at "We're so back"

I was wrong about the ending . I am more than fine with that, frankly. honestly I want him dead yes but like. hold on I currently can only describe this through my somewhat manic thoughts on Discord from last night

I was. SO worried. so damn worried. the whole time. That we were gonna get a cheap, unearned redemption just to appease every single Shadownilla fan on the internet because that's what's popular. I got excited, then my heart sunk, then I got excited again, rinse and repeat until

ft. my partners on that last one (my gf watching thru the chapter while I went insane bc she had to wait for an upload since she doesn't play the game)

Really, I would have been more than satisfied if The Other Recluse murdered the shit out of him, and yeah that would have been the more "morally correct" option, but honestly? You know Pure Vanilla makes me go batshit insane, and it really is just so him to latch on to even the slightest crumb of hope for someone no matter how petty, hostile, closed off or sadistic that person may be.

I fucking lost it last night imma be 100% real I didn't think they would make me experience that

[badninken]

Hi bad ninken!

I know you've speed ran the episodes, but what's your thoughts on One Piece overall, from the perspective of a Naruto fan?

(Hope our questions aren't bothering you)

Hi!

Not bothered at all! I don't always answer but I'm always happy to receive them <3 This question is a BIG one. I'll write so much.

So, I didn't know exactly what to expect from One Piece when I started watching. It always looked like a goofy and childish pirate show to me. I'm very picky and I knew it was insanely long so just casually giving it a try never occurred to me, until Law.

Now, Naruto could be said to be a goofy and childish ninja show so it's not like I was up on some high horse, thinking One Piece was lesser than. Nothing is that popular for no reason. I could at least give the first episode a go. It would feel like cheating if I didn't even try to watch it from the start and get to know the main character before rushing to find my character.

The lead characters:

So I watched the first episode and I liked it! Or, I liked Luffy. I liked him a lot. Instantly captivated by his crazy eyes, crazier smile, unique voice and his message of "do whatever makes you happy and screw the people who try to stop you"

Now, I like Naruto (the boy) too. He's incredibly cute and charming, he also has a voice I love and he brings lots of fun, motivational energy that can be really inspiring. I've never been interested in seeing him fulfil his dream though, because I genuinely think it's a bad one.

Their goals:

The lead characters are the foundations of these two stories. I expected Luffy to be very similar Naruto. There are a lot of parallels. Like the adhd, eating habits, huge potential, but most importantly in their dreams/goals. They both want to be the king/hokage and gather + protect friends on the way. They both have their goals clearly spelled out and repeated often.

Luffy's "I am me. I'm going to get crewmates, find the treasure and become king of the pirates."

and Naruto's "I'm going to become the strongest ninja and become Hokage so people will acknowledge me."

Naruto wants strength and power to be seen, loved and to make positive changes in the shinobi system, and to protect everyone. Luffy wants to liberate everyone so they can be happy and free and eat lots of food. "I just want to be king of the pirates, not anyone important"

These goals set the premise for their respective stories and I can say, without a doubt, that I think One Piece is the better story outline. It's honestly been so refreshing to not have the plot dominated by the main character's personal quest for physical and political power, because that aspect of Naruto (the show and the boy) has always weirded me out.

Overall experience:

With that said, I found Naruto (the story) to be a tighter, much more focused experience than One Piece, and it's not just the number of episodes. The cast of characters in Naruto grows at a pace that's easy to follow and while they don't all get the time or space they deserve, they all serve a purpose. The scope of the plot starts out small and grows steadily. There are a few plot threads running parallell to each other until they get woven together into one huge event at the end. It's big but it's contained.

One Piece, on the other hand, is a fucking hydra of a story.

One thing leads to another which leads to two others which leads to four and you get the picture. Eventually you reach a point where ten, twenty, thirty separate narratives, each with their own sprawling cast of characters, compete for attention at the same time. It's exhausting. It's confusing and often, in my tunnelvision case, infuriating.

I can not care about that many things at once and characters that I probably would have liked end up annoying me because they steal time away from the parts of the story I'm interested in. I was extra impatient since I was speedrunning it all, fueled mostly by hyperfixation on one guy. Even if my attention was more evenly divided across more characters it's still way too much. I totally respect the artist's right to invent new characters to make work more fun after working on a series for that long, but, man... I can't take a new kingdom with a squeaky-voiced boob princess and 60 new named bad guys who take forever to beat while flashbacks have more flashbacks within them to explain lore I don't give a fuck about.

Ok I might still be a bit agitated.

About the boobs:

So, I haven't talked very much about the sexism while doing this speedrun. The cishet male centered fan service and the blatant misogyny in general, and I don't even want to touch the Sanji part of the timeskip period. I have thought about it though, because it is impossible to miss. It's everywhere and it's in your face and it will not miss a single opportunity to disrupt a scene. It's baked into everything. One Piece is at times fucking disgusting to watch. It was only made worse by reading some of the Q&A pages of the manga, because some of that bullshit got etched into my brain and tainted the viewing experience. The thing is that shonen manga/anime to me feels like having my favorite food while trying to ignore that half the plate is rotten. I do my best to ignore that part, because I can't get this dish anywhere else and I'm fucking hungry.

I am sick and tired and pissed off about it, and I can't pretend it's not there but I refuse to let it poison the entire experience for me. I will separate the good parts from the rotten ones, that's just how this goes, for One Piece and Naruto both.

The sexism in One Piece is extremely blatant and obvious. It's visual in a way that it just isn't in Naruto. The female characters in Naruto aren't framed boobs-first or put in lewd outfits and positions every time they're featured. The female characters in Naruto don't get half the character development or narrative importance though, and that is worse, in my opinion, than a tiny metal bikini. Only marginally, but still.

I'm going to be a bit brutal here, but there are so many insignificant female side characters in One Piece that get twice as much background story as Sakura, one of the lead characters of Naruto. That is insane. Real stories too, and real motivations that don't have anything to do with them being women or in love. They're fighting for their villages and countries and themselves, not because they need male validation. My behated Rebecca, tiny-metal-bikini squeaky pink haired princess at least had a goal in life that mattered on a big scale. Sure her boobs jiggled ridiculously in the wind and she started crying annoyingly every time that counted (don't volunteer to deliver a dude's handcuff keys if you're gonna stand in a field and weep while he has to be carried to you) and I hated every moment I had to watch her story BUT SHE HAD A STORY.

Fuck. I'm angry. Sorry I've had this pent up for a while.

The conclusion to this is that Kishimoto's complete lack of interest in his own female characters pisses me off worse than Oda's way of being a loudly outspoken perv but it's pretty much a tie here. Both of their works are half rotten and no series like this will get my full respect until they dare have a woman beat a man in a fight with the same power that is afforded the men. WITHOUT making a big deal out of her being a woman in the process. Will never happen but one can wish.

Fight satisfaction:

I put up with all that stuff because few things hype up my brain with dopamine and endorphins the way a cathartic shonen fight moment does. I mean the cycles of building power, struggling to reach full potential and the inevitable defeat against the big bad before the emotional and desperate moment where it all turns and then BAM! New power unlocked. Victory. Release. It's like sex. It's much better than sex. I'm ace so most things are, but the formula is the same.

It's been so long since I watched original Naruto, but I remember the impact those moments had on me then. Rock Lee's weights and Naruto vs. Sasuke that moment Naruto goes crazy fox mode and just RAWGRH, you know the one. Kakashi vs Hidan and Kakazu gave me some of that. Kakashi vs Obito doesn't follow that exact formula but the emotions and animation and THEM all makes it the best fight experience everrr. Kid Kakashi's first short sharingan fight belongs in there too. The fight satisfaction of Naruto is very, very high.

It's really high in One piece too, and because of how long it is, there are more moments. Luffy, Zoro, Law and Kid all had several moments that made me stand up and roar like a football fan or flail around while silently screaming at the screen. I get charged with power when my favorite characters do really cool shit and I've been super charged for weeks.

One Piece wins in power but Naruto wins in emotion, so it's a tie. It's hard to compare because of how fresh the One Piece experience is. Also because Kakashi's emotional fight moments are so, so emotional and Law's power moments are so HOLY FUCK HE CAN DO THAT?

Conclusion:

I need to go make dinner now, wow.

[waywardmillennial]

I'm really curious to see the reaction of the 'we want lower production content just like this' to puppet history season 7 which is the most high quality thing watcher produces and that show would really suffer if they put less into it. anyway not to start dishose again but thank you for pointing that out, reading the yt comments of 'we want production just like this' when Ryan is like 'yeah hauing all that equipment was insanely tiring and it made me stressed out and more scared' is like. oh so you really just want an imagined version of what you saw. anyway sorry to rant in your inbox i just am glad to see someone else point it out lol. (no need to answer if you don't want to btw)

NONNIE! <3 thank you for reading my tags and leaving this message!

honestly I'd already considered making a post about this a couple times because when I read through the comments for GFA on yt nothing makes me wish more that the platform had a 'block user' feature -_- I wish some people a very poor internet connection

it feels like so many people don't UNDERSTAND what Ryan was trying to do with GFA. he wasn't trying to return to his bfu roots (though he said making it more vlog style was something he had in mind, but he was also constrained by what he could film alone)

GFA was a personal challenge to himself after he's been trying to get a handle on his mental health for the past few years. Ryan wanted to go completely on his own to see if removing the crew would change anything and if he was mentally capable of doing all of it on his own, and that meant running camera and sound and everything else alone too

I won't spoil the debrief in case you didn't see it nonnie, but Ryan was really insistent that he do this show 100% on his own. I can't imagine knowing the physical and mental toll this took on him and then telling him "make all your shows like this"

and yeah, it makes me wonder on the general public's media comprehension because I know overall PH is their most popular series, and one of their most expensive and high quality too. maybe there's not much overlap of the two audiences?? idk I think it's also possible that people see PH as just Shane making some sock puppets and waving his hands around a cardboard theater - but it hasn't ever been that and the closest we had was s1 if anything (I'll stop myself going off on a PH crew tangent here, but there is SO MUCH that goes into making this show as good as it is)

I keep thinking back to the December Pod Watcher episode where they talked about how they're not going to focus on making "tv-caliber content" going forward (timestamp included but I'm paraphrasing Steven here, so watch that ep if you haven't) and that makes me sad because I've always liked and appreciated Watcher for making high quality content - for having well thought out series with nice sets, great camera work, phenomenal editing, and always making sure to give credit to the people who worked on their shows

Ryan worked as a grip for a while in Hollywood and probably had dreams of going further in the film industry but wound up going a different route working on bfu. I have to assume that starting Watcher must have felt like the opportunity to make a whole production company, to be able to emulate styles and storytelling of some of his favorite filmmakers. as someone who enjoys supporting independent creative endeavors like this (and had similar aspirations of my own) I guess I can see what Watcher wanted to be from the outset, and I wouldn't feel comfortable commenting publicly on any of their work what I think they "should" be making or trying to control their artistic vision

[quietautoportrait]

Random thoughts I had while reading the Book of Bill [spoilers ahead]

Yeahhh, I’m not doing that.

First of all this book costed me $25 (twenty five) dollars, I am not writing anything on it.

Second, I am black!! So no! :D

Yup, this is creepy.

OH ? 😀

I am not turning that page again 😀

Wrong. I will never die as long as memories of me live on, so we’re even. You should have watched Coco, loser.

McGucket catching a stray, oh my god ?

You!!! Cannot trick me ! ! ! Compliments will get you nowhere! I am LOVED and CARED for !!!

The pages don’t have numbers, why would you do this to me ?

Silly Straws®, teehee. Serious Straws™, nuh huh.

Jokes on you, I live in Canada and I already have chronic depression. Sucl on taht looser.

Okayyyy, I guess I’ll try ONE demonic pact just to know how it goes.

Laws are made up!

(Please what’s the password)

The puns, good lord.

What is it with you and licking stuff ?

I don’t think you can advise anyone on fashion style really. Monopoly man looking ass triangle.

I don’t have it in me to decipher (haha) the secret messages today, please.

I wonder if the barcodes work.

Maybe he stole one of TS’s Grammies.

This book is hilarious

The book reading me :

Optimus prime most perfect being in the universe now canon.

I’ve never wanted to read the Great Gatsby.

Hi Stanford :D

Going from “trust no one” to “you have to trust me” is insane, near death experiences really do change a man.

Of course I have free will, I’m reading this book 🤨

Iron deficient people all hate Dennis.

So far I’ve learned nothing from this book, Bill literally scammed me wth ?

That’s not how you write creeticsm.

Bill polyamorous officially canon.

That is indeed a tall hat.

Cause of death : Devoured by hummingbirds.

Being “too annoying for hell” is crazy, yet fair.

Will somebody ever match my freak? </3

Scrimbles last wish was for me to see the next page, I simply obliged.

All I’m hearing is that there ARE places where other Bills WON weirdmageddon except YOU 🫵

Are you ashamed ? I would be ashamed. This is shameful.

They do have big heads tho, it’s true…</3

You’re so obsessed with the kids it’s getting weird, stay your creepy ass inside!!

Possessed Mabel is my new obsession.

Is that a pair of scissors??

Dripper Pines is not following up to his name; outfit’s whack af. Sad, disappointing.

Bill you are not that popular, please stop.

She dumped your ass, huh

I AM A REPULSIVE BEAST OF UNFATHOMABLE WRETCHEDNESS, GROTESQUE BEYOND MEASURE! I FEED ON YOUR DISGUST! I AM REPUGNANCE INCARNATE, AND SHAME CANNOT CLAIM ME.

He’s so real

Stanford aromantic officially canon.

Oh my lord, Dipper what did you hear baby :(

I love Soos so much please stop playing with me.

Oh no, Pacifica honey :(

You’re so obsessed with Dipper, please get a JOB.

I wonder what’s the name of the group chat.

I had to google “sascrotch”.

I love Dipper so much please hold on.

The search history…oh I would have kms.

#drankcoffeeheartfeelweirddying?

No, but does killing a ghost make a double-ghost tho?

I feel like a need a whole section for the search history, Dipper wtf

A hot glue scented candle :((

Big ass head

Why would there be a freaky Friday support group online Dipper…come on now..

Grow extra finger impress uncle :(((

I hated that, thanks for showing it to me.

Mabel chaotic lawful now confirmed.

“Fantasy” by Mariah Carey, she’s so real

Emphasis on “Rash” and “Out of character” cause some of y’all freaks decided to get super mad at a 12yo girl 🤨

Huh…McGucket’s mind definitely feels different to him. Good to know 🙂

We thank him everyday for his memory-erasing gun

Didn’t you say you’re not dead ?

“I looked up and saw the stars. And I was ready to be one” okay you ate that one little thing, I’ll give you that.

Bill…did you unexpectedly cause a genocide..?

That’s a lot of things that I will not unpack.

I am getting wayy too much information about his love life than I wish to.

Please enough.

Well, Time Baby didn’t destroy his dimension now, did he ? Your only similarity with him is that you’re the last one of your kind 🤨

That man had his first encounter with Bill on Feb 3rd 1901, yet the inventioneers’ fair news paper was out in Jan 22, 1901…?

I too have had enough of the French.

This is the blood of a killer Bella.

Bill is such a boyfailure (tri-failure?), he’s been trying to get on earth since the dinosaurs!! Just give up! Do something else!

How can a broken science experiment lead to so much drama. Please kids, don’t go to school.

That waitress was so lame, it was funny!

You set a what on fire ? 🧍‍♀️

You didn’t go no-contact, you killed everybody 💀

Boy, oh boy am I excited to read the fandom’s theory about this >:)

The getting along sweater ™

McGucket turning into the third Pines brother.

He already had trust issues Bill, did you really have to give him a slogan ?

I love them so much, if I ever catch teen Stanford it will be on sight.

“He may be a god, but I am a scientist.” Coldest bar in GF’s existence. Speak your truth bestie.

Oh ok, this is creepy 😀

Your hate of grammar mistakes doomed us all Stanford </3

Well, this is terrifying.

It’s so extremely sad how if any of the twin had died during that period, no one would have ever known about it…

It upsets me so hard how fast he jumped to the conclusion that Stanley broke his machine on purpose. Even then, I would simply not let my twin get thrown out the house with NOTHING to survive. Did he even graduate high school?

“Too cool for the FDA” is insane, someone had to beat him up, this is crazy.

You didn’t “abandon” your family. Your dad is a piece of poo and doesn’t deserve your time nor your support. He can go choke tbh. Also, Stanley’s definitely gonna make fun of you, he’s your brother dude 🤨

Is Ford a Taurus ? No reason for him to be that stubborn.

I admire his dedication to be a menace.

Ngl, that was a weird break up story.

Why is it always a handshake with you? Why can’t we make a pinky promise?

He misses Ford so bad.

If Stanley isn’t an irredeemable screwup then neither are you Stanford.

Oooh, being called a needy theater kid…I would have shot him not gonna lie.

He’s been talking it out this whole book Mabel, I don’t think he’s ready to move on.

Dipper is talking to all the Mabel haters reading right now btw, he told me all about it.

Are you really a con master if you got caught every single time ? :(

Oh now you’re obsessed with Stanley? Damn that’s crazy, you really need to talk to someone about it.

Ugh, now I feel bad for him. Deserved tho, seek therapy dude.

LMAOO???

The henchmaniacs didn’t call? They suck so hard, what the heck

I love these nerds so much.

[astridthevalkyrie]

U want lds thoughts? I gotchu 🫡

I really like all 3 boys, but I'm leaning Zayne bc he's just so husband coded. He's the only one I could see a long-term relationship w. I love Xavier and Rafayel, but I just can't picture them as husbands or dads (at least w my MC/myself). I also desperately need them to interact in game and in the main story, there's just sm potential for chaos and funnies.

I honestly dk what will happen next. Obviously, MC is gonna want to investigate Onichynus and her heart, but idk how that story will unfold or how they'll tie in the stories w each li and their separate myths/reincarnation bit. (Also, the fact that the myths happen in the future doesn't make sense to me yet, so I hope they plan to really flesh that out and not give us questionable writing like most mobile otomes do). Idk how I feel abt Sylus (and possibly Caleb) becoming lis, ig I'll have to see what they're like and if they appeal to me at all, bc so far we haven't had enough Caleb content for me to actually get attached (I was also convinced he was MCs brother so idt I'll ever be able to see him romantically 😭).

I hope we'll get to see more of the side characters and what MCs life is like outside of just the three guys, but I honestly doubt it lmao (more for me to hc abt ig lol).

I have more but this is already rambly and idk how to be coherent rn. This game is giving me brainworms and I'm def thinking abt it too hard. Oh, well. I don't consume media, media consumes me.

i'm telling you it's xavier boyfriend zayne husband and rafayel sneaky link. that's exactly the look and vibe they give off.

i think as of right now zayne is the most popular, at least on ao3 him/mc is the most popular ship. which is just to be expected when you have a levi ackerman coded character LOL. like you said, he's a husband. he just is. he's a doctor and he's successful and he cares for the mc so deeply it just makes sense. i started the game for him because. i mean he looks like THAT. he acts like THAT. he has ice powers and you get to melt the ice in his heart and make him love you i adore that shit see my pinned post for the kind of romance i write you could make a zayne x reader set in the aot universe and it would be my fic. and dooooooon't get me started on dawnbreaker zayne. DON'T GET ME STARTED i gasped during the anecdote when the truth about the kid comes out. he dreams about his past life what the fuck bro what the fuck.

surprisingly, though, while i do love him, he's probably the one i've had the least amount of thoughts about (that's still clearly a lot of thoughts so that's not saying much). i think it's partly because my gacha favors xavier and rafayel a lot more and right now i pretty much am just heavily thinking about whichever guy i consumed the content for last.

xavier and rafayel have me obsessed. i thought xavier would be completely meh because zen from mysme was meh for me. but um. he was not meh. my levi hawks pattern has told me that i love a man who was forced into fighting because of the stupid goodness in his heart and manipulative outside forces. and even though that's not exactly what's going on with xav, he does have that vibe. his is the only myth i've watched in full and i'm just. they should have been able to go to uluru together. the scene where they're both lying on the ground i have watched it so many times. i love love love the royalty x captain of the guards trope so much. the fact that they both serve in both roles is insane. i've read the anecdote about her first life on philos too there's a fucking part in there that talks about how he shares his EARBUDS with you?????? end me.

and rafayel is beautiful. like he's actually beautiful. his english voice actor makes him sound so fucking bisexual + the bi wife energy whenever you're with him is just. UGH. the game is hilarious whenever he's on screen and obviously with the way the main story has ended for now he's the most intriguing. and while you can feel the pining energy from all three of them, his is just. lowkey the most pathetic. and i eat it up. bro started TEACHING AT HER COLLEGE just for the chance to see her. i like that he's not possessive per se but he is very whiny and attention seeking the sassy man syndrome is real. i need to unlock his myth but i'm not patient so i may very likely just watch it on youtube. i need to see hunter rafayel. i need to see him right now.

the main story is genuinely fascinating. i was a little bit bored up until the explosion happened and it really kicked in. bc suddenly it's not just 3 guys and you doing your best, but you actively investigating and them helping you. like i said i don't have raf's myth and i haven't finished zayne's yet (need more fucking upgrades to his card) so i don't have the full story but at least what i'm getting right now is okay. they're all from the past or future. they all remember?? xavier and rafayel definitely do. zayne knows something about grandma who seems kinda shady to me. i've seen the caleb=sylus or at least caleb lives theories. i saw someone say the man at the end isn't sylus though? and his english va is the same as caleb's but in other languages it's someone else. idk.

idk about the others but xavier's myth being in the future makes sense. i'm pretty sure the timeline goes: in our current timeline, earth is about to go bye-bye and become inhabitable bc of wanderers -> survivors go to philos -> xavier and a new mc are both born -> she dies bc of something in her heart and is reborn bc she's the only one who's truly immortal (everyone else on philos lives forever naturally but can still be killed i think??) -> new lightseeker mc and xavier are meant to become guard and prince respectively but philos is dying -> to save mc from being sacrificed again and again xavier decides to go back in time to find another way where he after at least like 200 years meets current timeline mc

i know what you mean about not being able to see caleb as a love interest. the first time i saw him i genuinely thought they had no need to make my brother this hot what the fuck. and then i realized he was just her childhood friend and i went

and then he blew up 😭

i neeeeeed to see the love interests interact. i mean mc barely thinks about the others whenever she's with one but i really hope in the next arc we actually see them meeting each other. beefing or working together or whatever, i need to know (i may also have already started a fic about what's gonna happen next bc i'm mentally ill). xavier has a tracker on her so he should be able to find her and zayne kinda disappeared off the face of the earth but i want them all back. i want interaction. i want it so bad.