#But came up with the most boring writing 🙄

[blackbird-brewster]

17x06 'Message in a Bottle'

JJ takes care of Emily who she suspects is high.

(Source)

Wild how little you can see because this show is so damn dark

[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

Now that Kelli has been gone for a bit, I feel like I can get this off my chest: Wolf Productions done fucked up.

Not for the first time, and not right from square one. But gosh, what a waste.

Kelli Giddish's Rollins was the only female character with the depth and acting chops behind her on the show since Cabot was a regular. She showed up and was able to go toe to toe with Mariska in carrying episodes - both personally related to her character, or to cases - not to mention had electric chemistry with Benson (sexual or not, take your pick).

With all the flack that SVU had taken over the years for not having a more diverse cast in regards to sexuality, Amanda was the earliest and best opportunity they had to develop a complex, interesting storyline of an adult woman coming to her sexuality late in life. I am not even necessarily the most ravenous Rolivia Shipper out there, but I'm heartbroken that they took Amanda's character over the years into the most boring, obvious, dissatisfying of directions.

I adored Amanda's wild/problematic side. Her episodes with her fighting with Amaro, dealing with her gambling addiction, shooting her sister's ex, or going rogue undercover are my favorite episodes of basically the last 10 yrs of the show. It was so good to finally have someone in the squad who was easier to relate to in a real-world sense. Someone who went to a Big Girl job in the day, but in the off hours was a mess with a rebellious streak.

It was always my hope that they would turn around the storylines where she seemed to chase men that were purposely bad for her, into a realization that it was because she was more emotionally into women. It fits so perfectly with her childhood, her background, and had ready-made holes in existing canon where they could have written it in with ease. (Pretending to be Liv's gf at the sperm bank, the remarks she makes in the episode Plastic, questioning her second pregnancy, etc.)

Instead, they had Carisi mope after her for years, all through the seasons where she showed no interest in him. I lost 50% of my respect for Carisi when he had that sulking tantrum after she fucked the bartender in Intent (a sexist double-standard btw, which would have never flown with fans if it had been Rollins pouting bc Carisi turned her down), and the other 50% after Carisi became ADA, with the writers seeming to then write him as rather victim-blaming.

The biggest irony, in my opinion, is that Dick Wolf complains that giving the fans EO will make the show too 'soap opera-y,' when what he/they did with Rollisi and Kelli's exit was far and away the most soap opera-esque thing they ever wrote! Fuck off with that obvious shit! Oh, the once-troubled blonde who is now straight as an arrow, rides off into the sunset with the Catholic altar boy and trades her powerful feminist position for a 9-5 (don't come for me, there's nothing wrong w being a professor, that's not the point here) and her two kids. Eat all of my ass, Mr. Cis-het, White, Only-Primetime-Billionaire Wolf. 🙄***

To make matters worse, they specifically brought in a POC actress to play a bisexual character, only to write her out as fast as possible for absolutely no discernable reason!?! The utter waste of what they did with Kat Tamin is an equal travesty. Give me Kat waking up in Amanda's bed. Give me Amanda making pancakes for breakfast and Kat carrying the kids to the table. Give me anything but the bullshit, Caucasian tripe that they sold us with Rollisi!!!

*takes deep breath*

And if - IF - the powers that be couldn't think beyond the end of an average-length cock when it came to Rollins, then for the love of all that is holy: her chemistry with Sergeant Khaldun was 1) vastly more believable 2) hotter 3) more diverse as an overall cast option and 4) less cringeworthily obvious.

I have loved SVU since I was 16 yrs old, and even though I gave up watching it around The People v. Richard Wheatley (for reasons unrelated to this specific rant), I still lurk in the background and keep myself vaguely caught up. But it's getting impossible to defend a lot of the choices they have made in the last three or four years. Good talent is so hard to hang onto these days in H'wood, and Dick Wolf seems just as, if not more, determined to fuck up his show as Chris Carter was in the 90s with TXF.

Thanks for coming to my TED Rant. 😮‍💨✌🏻

- HeartEyes4Mariska

***Not to mention the Barisi Shippers got robbed in the process.

[devilbombers]

Hhhhiiiiii!!! This is the same anon from the yuri ask!!! 1st thank u soo much for answering my question 💕 & 2nd PLS DO GO OFF about how u feel negatively towards yuri PLSSSSSS!!! *clutches on to your shoulders like a mad man* it's not that I don't want to feel bored with yuri I genuinely WISH I could find a good yuri series but it's sooo hard & at some point u do get kind of tired of digging through all the other garbage yuri series that's out there & when u do find a good yuri series it's either some obscure yuri series that nobody's ever heard of that came out in the 90s/00s or the series got canceled due to poor sales/the publishing company just didn't give a fuck about it in the 1st place. Which is y it ALWAYS grinds my gears when I c ppl b like "would u himejoshis stop bitching because your yuri series aren't as popular as the BL/yaoi genre, y don't u just make your own yuri series/write your own yuri fanfics 🙄" like BRUH WHAT DO U THINK I'M TRYING TO DO?!?!? Sorry I actually have standards for the media I consume & not consume the same uke & seme toxic yaoi skinny twink series for the 500 millionth time in a row

I could cry over how much i understand you. (you are right and you should say that abt bl) this world is too cruel. Real Himejoshis like us need to stick together 🤝 i can send you all 5 series i can think of thats actually good if youd like.

tyvm for indulging my manic frusturations. This is certainly gonna be a long post saurrrr ill have to put it under a read more lmao. You asked for it so the gloves are completely off with this one and i thought abt it again and i actually dont care if anyone thinks im wrong.

I've come to the sad realization yuri can only REALLY be categorized like the following:

#1: yuri that is boring

unfortunately the usual case with 90% of yuri especially with new series

usually plays upon overused tropes making everything abt it lack any uniqueness to it

it is such an epidemic its forced himejoshis to become resigned to accepting these things into their hearts and even pretending its the shit when really its just shit 😭

its hard to give examples bc this makes up almost all yuri i can think of

#2: Non-Existent yuri

A series with really gay girls but they dont ever explicitly say theyre in love.

ex. dungeon meshi

Most himejoshis will on in the hill of saying they love subtext but we all know and especially themselves know that isnt true

#3: Yuri that is unserious as fuck

Theres a lot of drama yuri out there but it is always so fucking unserious it just ends up being funny as fuck instead

ex. Onii-Sama E and my girlfriend isnt here today

quite often this type is also associated with erotic media. But theyre so goddamn unserious it dosent matter how sexy either of them are, it immediately makes them so unsexy the minute they start talking.

i would only say ive succumbed to believe i love this genre bc i love to laugh at it sm

#4: Yuri where one or sometimes BOTH of them are dead 💀

i literally dont care i hate the "bury your gays" trope so much. it just aggravates the shit out of me bc what is even the point anymore then

great example of this is Alien stage

personally i feel like the only yuri that can exist like this and is actually genuinely good is obviously PMMM (i will fight everyone on the planet over this IDC)

#5: side character yuri

sort of a popular trend. kind of goes hand in hand with non-existent yuri but personally i think they count as different entities sometimes

extremely minor plot points or concurrent small interactions between side characters thats kind of gay as shit

theyre either EXTREMELY GAY or just a little gay theres no inbetween (either way, people will lie one way or another to say its really good)

despite the fact this yuri is quite ephemeral or absolutely nothing some ppl will still call this media wholly yuri for whatever maniacal reason

#6: YURI THATS TOO FUCKING SHORT

Unfortunately the best type of yuri also happens to be too goddamn short (usually limited to oneshots, anthologies, manga series no more than 25 chapters)

All my favorite yuri happens to be like this and i always scream at god for making life like this

If i hate anything in this world its liars, so i probably hate other himejoshis very much bc i keep constantly reading suggestions people hype up on the internet and ultimately being disappointed every single time because its never as good or unique as anyone says.

Its easy to say i hate them but its probably pity. I pity my fellow man that i consistently watch them fall for yuri underneath a wooden box held up with a stick and rope.

With all this being realized; its hard to ignore the truth of it all when trying to get into yuri regardless of it. So ive finally decided to stop listening to literally anyone anymore and ive ultimately stopped seeking it out bc im tired lmao

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

I fixed Dean's entry for Castiel in the MoL Bestiary

First purple: Like a child

I don't like an autism coded trait like seeing things literally being see as a child like trait. Because when Cas is seen like a child that means he gets less respect and faith in his ability

Second purple: Betrayed us

Bitch? Tf? When? He did nothing you didn't or wouldn't do yourself

Third purple: Left us

How dare Cas have the audacity to have a life outside of you and Sam I guess 🙄

Fourth purple: We will always have his back

Are you sure about that? Because it sure af didn't look that way in season 6. Sure it didn't work out, but you didn't side with Cas NOT because you can see the future and had a vision that it wouldn't work out. It's because you didn't like Cas working with Crowley

Hands up if Cas should get to write his own entry about Dean in the bestiary? But it has as much criticism in it as Dean's does if not more so?

I mean Bestiary is about animals both Supernatural and not Supernatural. Humans are animals

Are angels animals?

a living organism that feeds on organic matter, typically having specialized sense organs and nervous system and able to respond rapidly to stimuli.

Cas doesn't need to eat under ordinary circumstances so he's not an animal. But since his entry was written anyway then Dean and Sam really should be added as entries as well

Should be called "Supernatural beings" rather than bestiary

No no no make new vessel Crowley write Sam and Dean's entries. That would be amazing! Would have "morons" and "self-righteous" everywhere

Feathers wrote the previous entry about Squirrel and Moose. I've crossed out every Sam, Dean, my family and my brother/s and written "Moose" "Squirrel" and "moron" above that instead

I have to work quick though, before Feathers catches me editing his entry

Okay this is my entry

SQUIRREL AND MOOSE

Squirrel is a moody alcoholic and Moose has temper issues. They both come up with good ideas and have even outsmarted me but then when they open their mouth it's so moronic I wonder if God helped them? They've both caused so much collateral damage, and pain. But they think it's fine because they save one person every now and then. Anyway despite all that they are great big bloody heroes and unfortunately are a bad influence on me ...

I wish they wouldn't look down on Feathers when he loses his powers

Feelings >_<

This is my entry for Cas

FEATHERS

Cas is very powerful, very capable and very intelligent. Too many people, especially Squirrel underestimate him or look down on him. Even without powers he would be able to kick the candy out of most of his enemies

Feathers has been my partner in mischief! My enemy in arms! My hunter buddy! My crush! My kitten metaphorically speakinv

He is so magnificent I chose him over my revenge on Lucifer and I don't regret that decision

Feathers never gets boring unlike Squirrel. After six months with Demon Squirrel in a bar I wanted to tear off my own face

Right sorry this entry is about Feathers not my feelings! I got a bit carried away there. It was Feather's idea to fake my death and Feathers did a really good job lying to Moose and Squirrel. I was very proud that he had them fooled for two years!

He came up with so many good strategic ideas for getting monsters and he is amazing at torture! Better than me even. Which I may be a smidgen jealous about. I did teach him but he surpassed me

I also like ruffling his feathers because it's sexy when he slams me up against a wall

He did betray me but can you imagine if there were Leviathans running around in Hell? *Shudders* so it all worked out for the best. Beside he did apologize and he's too fun not to work with

I decided to forgive him and team up with him again because a life without Feathers is a boring one. Even Feathers as an enemy is better than no Feathers at all

Feathers has or used to have these powers

Entering human dreams. Okay so one day I was bored and I decided to give this human nightmares and Cas gave me the stare and turned my nightmare into a happy dream

So we were both trying to win the dream battle and well Cas won. Look he's an angel okay! He's meant to be stronger

Smiting demons

Telekinesis. Did you know he uses telekinesis just before a smite to stop a demon from teleporting away before the smite happens? Most demons can't teleport but on the off chance they can

He only bothers doing that if he means to kill the demon in a "hit list" sense rather than a "you're in my way" sense. I felt him holding onto me when I teamed up with Raphael but I wasn't worried because I had Raphael's protection

Teleportation. Okay so we would play this game where we had to teleport behind each other and tag each other. What you think spending two years together and it was nothing but business?

Time travel. I've been tempted to ask to be sent back in time myself but I've noticed how weak it makes him and I didn't want Cas to die but at the time I lied to myself and said it's because I didn't want my partner being too weak otherwise he's useless to me

His powers go above and beyond that so this will have to be continued at another date maybe

I've also enchanted my entry so none of those lot will be able to edit it or rip the page from the book

*A few hours later*

Crowley hears Dean yell "Crowley! What the hell is this? You son of a bitch!" as he points at his entry

Crowley smoothly responds "well that's an entry for you and Moose"

[ponypickle]

I think I have to accept that I won't really get my book faithful adaptation of percy jackson after the past 2 episodes. before the show was released, I was looking forward to them getting swept up into the trick, not immediately knowing what is up like literally all the past instances have been. I know riordan said he wanted to 'upgrade' his previous writing or something, but most of the changes they have made have made the show worse, not better in any way. I've seen people talk about how 'it's refreshing' and 'it would be boring if we knew what was going to happen'. I COMPLETELY disagree. The book is so much more entertaining to witness. There's constantly new surprises around each corner happening to our main characters, while in this one, it seems to want our characters to be omniscient, all-knowing and be able to guess what the plot is before it happens. Like they have read 'the Lightning Thief' book in their spare time so they can predict what's going on and make it more boring.

hades was the biggest disappointment so far, even more than grover, annabeth and percy not getting sucked into the lotus hotel trap. it's like they read the book description of him looking like a god and said this ordinary outfit. Yes, that's what godly looks like 🙄. his whole rant that he doesn't need more people in the underworld because, look how manY HE HAS NOW WHY WOULD HE NEED A WAR. instead, they thought a person making weird slang talk was a better fit, basically diminishing his character to a funny little bit.

I came into this show expecting an adaptation like Harry Potter (where everything is pretty much the same with only small cuts made or dialogue changing for people) and I walked out of it having gotten an 'I read the summary so I know the main plot points want to make up all the stuff in between?', basically Game of Thrones season 5 (which trust me if you haven't watched it isn't a compliment when considering adaptation)

I'm just purely disappointed. This show could've had it all. instead, they decided on boringness and disappointment.

[lizasim]

Digital Detox Review

Hey guys! I'M GLAD TO BE BACK ON THE INTERNET!💕✨

Yeah, I'm lost😅 (and I have no idea what to write next, lol). So, from the title it’s clear what kind of review it is. Let’s get started!

Introduction

So, I tried to make it for a long time, because I was completing an assignment from the book “The Artist’s Way” (Maybe I should review it later?..). However, I hate system app blockers, because they allow you to disable everything without restrictions. 

And special apps didn’t help at one time either... But! Having enabled the necessary permissions, everything fell into place. And it was impossible to escape from the task. All that was left was to accept it.

What did I do?

So, I wrote, a lot. Fan fiction based on the May challenge (which I found last year). All sorts of ideas and developments for plots, and didn’t forget about the diary. I read books a little, just “The Artist’s Way” and “Your Obedient Servant the Cat”. I talked to myself about various topics. I also drew Lawrence, couldn’t miss that, lol😁

Restrictions

I have 2 apps. Digital Detox and Screen Zen.

The first is a screen with the desired apps that you have selected for the white list. And after the time has passed, you cannot exit the mode... Well, or pay money to exit.

The second shows a pop-up screen with a question and a timer. After the timer, it will allow you to open the app for example for 10 minutes. So you won't be able to spontaneously log into TikTok and stay there all day.

However, I was limited to 10 minutes x 3 times a day on two devices. So yes, overall it’s not much. (And that’s why I’m aware of that trash🙄)

How did I feel?

Probably the most interesting thing is for dessert. At first everything was pretty good. I did my routine, and gradually I started writing more fanfic. From reasoning and fantasies, interesting ideas emerged that turned into text. I began to sleep and wake up better! Restored my rise, which I was unable to do for a long time! I watched the birds, nature and enjoyed the tranquility.

However, it also brings melancholy. When everyone is on their phones, wearing headphones all the time.  You can also hear how proudly they talk about how fall asleep with phones in their hands...

I used to fall asleep like this too. Only now I turn on short stories to help me fall asleep. And other people also make you miss videos, music, podcasts, social media, networks... Probably because of this I went into games and the Internet, without it would have been simply boring.

Maybe the problem isn't technology. And in the lack of balance and boring life.

And I don’t want to say that I’m here on a big rant about detox, putting myself above others, etc. I’m still struggling with this myself, even though it can be difficult😔 It’s better to do something than not to do anything at all.

This is the conclusion I came to. There are still 2 days left until the end when I write this post. You can write your opinion on this matter, I will be only glad👉👈💕✨

[1d1195]

sam you are the sweetest person in the world actually, thank you so much🫶

STEAL MY GIRL MUSIC VIDEO IS SUCH A NICHE THING I FEEL LIKE ITS ALMOST AN INSIDE JOKE it’s sooooo funny every time i watch it i’m just laughing SO REAL WITH LOUIS AND THE CHIMP i remember watching it for the first time and seeing harry in the fucking trench coat and genuinely getting worried like “hmmm it’s too hot for that, hope he’s okay😕” BABHSHAHAHAHAHA zayn and the sumo wrestlers ALWAYS gets me

IM ACTUALLY LAUGHING SOOOO HARD AT THE "SAMANTHA -🎶" YOU GET ME😭😭 i think i read all dolcezza like the same week you posted the last part, and it’s a good thing i did cause ooooo girl….😮‍💨😮‍💨you woulda drove me crazy

I THINK I SAID THIS ONCE BUT IM NOT SURE AND IF I DID IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO BUTTTT THE SERIES THAT BROUGHT ME TO YOUR PAGE WAS ACTUALLY MADE TO BE🥹🥹🥹🥹 and i came from PART 1 !!!!! (ironic considering my aversion to waiting lol) i tuned in every week to read the new part and back then you were updating on sundays and i stg i would get soooo giddy (i was in SHAMBLESSS between chapters having to wait a week😭) and yea…after that series ive been stuck here like a leech LMAO

on the topic of waiting on chapters i started traditional like right after you’d posted the second to last chapter and O.M.G. AHAHAHAH ITS SO FUNNY LOOKING BACK BUT I WAS ACTUALLY GLUEDDD TO MY PHONE👀👀 WAITING FOR THE NEXT PART CAUSE THEY HAD GOT IN THAT FIGHT AND I WAS SOOO HOOKED and then i woke up one morning and it was out, guess how i spent my breakfast & coffee time😭

i’m just rambling at this point BUT YES !!! YOU NEED TO KNOW HOW APPRECIATED YOU ARE !!! i remember back then i wasn’t doing the best and lots of things were changing but i always looked forward to reading the newest chapter. i read in one of your recent asks about how you decide what you write based on engagement (which makes total sense) but you feel like you get a lot of non-interacting readers. this is true and it really sucks but i guess it’s the reality of posting on a website like this. however, i will gladly take the time to say what they won’t and AHHHH SAM YOURE AN AMAZING WRITER I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US YOU MATTER SOOOO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW 💕💕💕💕💘💘💘💘💘💝💝💝💝💝💖💖💖💖💖💖💗💗💗💗💗💗

i cried while finished “Love & Other Words” 😪omg i didn’t see that coming but it was SOOOO. GOOD. like….i sat and stared at the book with a small smile after i finished it kind of good. i will DEF been rereading that I LOVE THEM😭😭 THAT SCENE WHERE HE SAID “I’ll take anything you give me. Is that pathetic?” I SCREAMED they’re so precious and i looooveddd the way it was written!!! i just sped through it and i love when books feel like that

it has also been storming here, like so bad the electricity went out a few weeks ago and if u go out when it’s sunny you will melt. not a fan of summer right now🙄 SO happy to hear you’re feeling more relaxed, hopefully that stays till at least the end of summer. pasta is yummy !! i like my pasta dishes w a lotttttaaaa cheese :)) ive been boring too, dw. just a lotta reading on my end cause i am notttt in the mood to talk to anyone lately, vry antisocial (i also started my period last night ??? maybe that why lmfao😭)

sorry for this behemoth of an ask, thank you for chatting HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY LOVE YOU <33333333

~🎶

I DREAM about Harry in that trench coat. A fashion icon. I love him so much in that (and everything). I totally forgot all about the sumo wrestler piece of it I was so focused on the chimp and Louis. Louis' smile in that is my FAVORITE thing in the world. It was SO pure.

hehehehehe well, I'm happy to report that Part II of Most will be up tomorrow afternoon. She's longer than I thought I could do but here we are. After writing it, I think Part 1 and Part 2 would be a good read. I don't think it will drive you crazy the way Dolcezza would have drove you crazy.

OMG. I apologize if you DID say it, but I feel like this is new information to me. I'm so so sorry if I forgot. BUT STILL. I haven't thought about Made to Be in a REALLY long time 😭 I loved it for so long after I finished writing it. It was a huge part of my life. You've been here for a while, that's so cute and nice to hear 💕 I'm so glad you liked it

You are so so sweet. I am so grateful for you compliments.

IS THAT PATHETIC made me want to SCREAM too. I love Elliot so goddamn much I could CRY. He is my ideal man. My new story is Love & Other Words coded for sure 🙈 I didn't mean for it to happen but then I think I told you I got it back from letting my sister borrow it and I couldn't stop rereading the whole "I'm pathetic part" like OMG I'm 😭😭 so distraught about it STILL. Everything about that book is perfect.

I am summer's least favorite fan. The heat makes me so sticky and gross feeling. Also, I don't look good in summer clothes (or I feel gross about myself, whatever) ANYWAY. I love a good antisocial mood tbh. I feel so obligated to be on and around everyone all the time. And what's worse is I let myself be available. I JUST started getting better at not checking my work email outside of work hours. My sister and mom need me LITERALLY all the time. My bf and I are home at the same time so I just never get a MINUTE to myself. I have to like hide in my own apartment to get any alone time. So yeah. I can't get my brain to shut off lately to read but I've been doing some hard work on the writing here so I'm hoping that will help--also been doing a GREAT job binging TV. I think I just want to keep reading romance stuff and not all the like "interesting" books I've bought and haven't read 😭 It's the only way I'm going to get through this bookshelf of mine 😂

I love the chatting and the long asks so no need to apologize or thank me. I hope you have a fantastic Monday! LOVE YOU SO MUCH 💕

xoxo

[v1ci0us]

omg hi bae 🤭 altho i’m not a fan of sam, i will literally read whatever u write no joke—u always make it into the most ethereal story ever, like it’s something straight out of a fairytale. even if i don’t like the character, you’ll find a way to turn it into a mesmerizing experience with some random character who’s perfect because u made them like that. anyways

That was the headline displayed on the TV as the reporter blamed Sam for the recent Ghostface attacks.

she rlly did get dragged thru the movie it’s sad ngl 

Part of you lived only for these moments. You brought both hands around Sam's waist, hugging her closer and pressing her back to your chest; she was always so warm, each curve of her body fitting with yours as if you were part of the same constellation, bound to always be linked; you felt how Sam found your hand with hers, messily intertwining your fingers at the same time your lips met the skin on her shoulder. Just you and her.

god ur always so poetic it makes my head spin and preserve it in my soul forever. it’s as if the stars and planets were made for u to turn it into beautiful literature. like see what i mean??? it’s so cute i’m giggling even tho i never had a thing for sam

Eventually, Sam turned around in your embrace, her eyes were downcast; as if shame tugged at her heartstrings for things she didn't do.

if she’s sad i’m sad with her 

Her hair was silky between your fingers when you pushed it behind her ear. "Lay down with me?"

There was an adorable furrow to Sam's eyebrows and you wanted to trap this moment like a spider in a glass.

i’m just warning u, if i become with sam, i am blaming u sorry bae

It was all that was needed, maybe all she'd been wanting all along, because Sam melted in your hold; her body mostly laying on top of yours as you snuggled in her bed. Her arms came around your waist in a hold so strong that almost constricted your breathing. But you didn't comment on it.

she’s so… so.. wow, once again i am proven right because ur way with words is what makes me fall in love; everything about this and the way you put it together, it’s perfect

It was the calmness amidst the storm and there were three words stuck in Sam's throat. Because there you were, tangled up in all her broken pieces, and all you wanted to do was stay.

there are honestly no words to describe how much i absolutely adore ur writing, it’s just unbelievable how you put words together and make them into an entirely different world where it leaves such an indelible influence. wanna stash ur stories n thoughts in me forever 

okok enough boring ranting 🙄 i loved this and u, as always, did sam’s character justice. the moment saw the title constellations i knew it was gonna be perfect and so charming. anyways have a good day esther 😘😘😘

constellations

Samantha Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You give Sam a bit of calmness amidst the storm.

Requested by anon

A/N: Sam deserves the world and I'd happily give it to her.

Masterlist

Prime suspect Samantha Carpenter.

That was the headline displayed on the TV as the reporter blamed Sam for the recent Ghostface attacks.

Lies. They were all lies, and because of those bullshit rumors. It made your blood boil. You know it was the same feeling for the rest of your friends; the living room was quiet as the reporter's voice echoed through. There was an instant heaviness to the air.

Sam picked up the remote and pressed the 'mute' button, before hurrying off to her bedroom.

No one seemed to know quite what to do. The silence was deafening and you felt the eyes of everyone slowly settling on you.

As much as you two might try to keep it on the low, it was no secret anymore that you and Sam had become rather close these past months. Labels were a bit of a stretch, none of you quite ready for it yet. Still, whenever Sam walked back into the dorm she hoped to find you there; she always chose the chair next to yours on the table; and sometimes you'd catch her staring at you, but then again, she also always caught you staring back.

You felt your cheeks burning, maybe the secret was never a secret after all. "I got it," you mumbled under your breath before following the path Sam set.

The door to her room was left ajar, almost as if wanting you to come after her. You held onto your breath when you slowly pushed it open further.

Sam had her back to you, she was looking out her window at the night sky. The cold wind from outside caught onto the wet tracks down her cheeks.

You closed the door behind you and walked up to her. You knew she knew it was you; because she didn't turn around, she didn't talk, she didn't move a muscle. Not until one of your hands touched her waist, nimble fingers barely grazing the fabric of her shirt were enough to send a shiver up and down her body and get her shoulders tensing slightly.

Part of you lived only for these moments. You brought both hands around Sam's waist, hugging her closer and pressing her back to your chest; she was always so warm, each curve of her body fitting with yours as if you were part of the same constellation, bound to always be linked; you felt how Sam found your hand with hers, messily intertwining your fingers at the same time your lips met the skin on her shoulder. Just you and her.

No words were needed for a few moments. You were content to exist in each other's presence.

Eventually, Sam turned around in your embrace, her eyes were downcast; as if shame tugged at her heartstrings for things she didn't do.

You tried to find her eyes and brought a hand up to rest against her cheek. The pad of your thumb found a teardrop there, and one more soon followed the same path. You brushed them away with all the tenderness you knew she deserved.

"None of it is true," you breathed, "we all know it."

With the ghost of a movement, Sam leaned forward. The plea was barely there but you've been getting good at reading her. You met her halfway for a chaste kiss, your lips soft against her slightly chapped ones.

She pulled away with a gulp, her tongue running over her bottom lip to try and capture the feeling of you. "Still, it sucks being this hated."

You'd never heard her voice quite this broken, this vulnerable. Her dark eyes were shining with the cheap light of her bedroom, a little red-rimmed yet still the most gentle you've ever seen.

How anyone could ever see her as a bad person was beyond you.

Her hair was silky between your fingers when you pushed it behind her ear. "Lay down with me?"

There was an adorable furrow to Sam's eyebrows and you wanted to trap this moment like a spider in a glass.

"We'll figure out the details later." You promised.

It was all that was needed, maybe all she'd been wanting all along, because Sam melted in your hold; her body mostly laying on top of yours as you snuggled in her bed. Her arms came around your waist in a hold so strong that almost constricted your breathing. But you didn't comment on it.

Sam's cheek was resting just above your heart, and the steady beating was sure to lull her to sleep in no time.

Your fingers buried themselves between her hair as you'd occasionally press a kiss to her forehead.

It was the calmness amidst the storm and there were three words stuck in Sam's throat. Because there you were, tangled up in all her broken pieces, and all you wanted to do was stay.

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[gemjitsu]

Hello, I am new here. 🤚🏼I’ve never blogged, but I’m using this as a healing space. I’ve always been fair at writing, and I hold a lot of emotions within and I have never felt comfortable sharing my feelings. I feel okay about sharing things here, as I do not know anyone who uses this platform, and I can remain pretty well anonymous if I want to. 🥸 If you have anything to say to me, I only ask that you be kind, and respectful of my process. I googled some quiz questions, I’m shy and sensitive, don’t really know how to do a bedazzling intro. Lol 🤩

Is my name named after someone? No. My name is Tiffany, and my mother told me my name came to her in a dream. 🪬🔮

What is my zodiac sign? I am a Sagittarius Sun and Moon, Pisces Rising. 🌝🌚🐠

What is my favorite color? I love all colors, and my favorite changes frequently but I think right now I really like fluorescent red and shades of blue. Pink also is one of my favorites. 💜💙🩵💚💛🧡❤️🩷🎨

My favorite sport? I’m not much of a sports follower but I have been training jiu jitsu for about a year. 🫱🏼🤛🏼🥋

What kind of clothes do I like to wear? Comfortable clothes. If I could live in sweat pants and it would be socially acceptable, I would do it. 🥱

My favorite number? 3, 11, 13, 28 🍀

My favorite month of the year? November! 🍂🍁🍃

What is my favorite food? Anything sweet and spicy combination. I love Chinese food, and Mexican food. Love to cook! 🌮

What is my favorite song? Which genre? This is very hard to decide as I enjoy all sorts of music and have many favorites. My feel good song is “Roots” by The Green. 💚 🎼🎶

What kind of weather will make me feel uncomfortable? Probably a tornado, doesn’t sound too comfy. 🌪️

What is my current job? I am a physical therapy assistant. ⚕️❤️‍🩹🏃🏼‍♀️

Am I a disciplined person? Very disciplined. 🪷

Do I have any tattoos? Yes I have 4 tattoos. A yin-yang, a cherry blossom, some feathers, and a mountain goat. ☯️🐐

What is my pet’s name? 2 Dogs, Julius and Lilah, 1 cat, named George. 🐶🐶🐱

How do I go to work? Drive myself, thanks. :) 🚙

Where do I come from? Wyoming🇺🇸

What is my sexual orientation? Straight, Married. 💍

Do I collect anything? Yes. I collect gemstones/crystals, herbs, oddities, esoteric things. 💎🔮🌷☀️🌙✨🌿🍄

What kind of cars do I like? Subie gang. 🫶🏼

Describe my relationship with my family. It’s pretty complicated… I love my family, but shits kinda everywhere, and crazy. 😵‍💫

Do I intend to have children? At this point, if it happens it happens but I’m not really planning for it. I have two step children who are 17 and 19. 💫

If I could be someone else, who would I be? Me, but an improved version of me. 😇

Is my current job the same as my dream job? I love my job. I don’t know what my dream job is, I’d love to do something with art or holistic healing but it’s hard to say. I have too many interests and I get bored too easily to confidently say. Like if I could get paid to go to college and learn all the jobs, I would. I just love to learn. 🤓🤓🤓

When was the last time I was angry? Why? Who am I angry with? I get angry at jiu jitsu for sure. 😡😂

How did my worst breakup go? Not well, but for the best. 👍🏻

When was the biggest fight between me and my parents? Why? Well, I didn’t tell my dad that I got married, he found out 5 years later and was very hurt that I didn’t include him or the rest of my family in on my special day. I got married at the courthouse, my husbands best friend and my best friend as witnesses, and no one else was there. The plan was to have a real wedding one day, but I never could afford it. 🤫

Do I easily trust others? No. I have a select few I consider trustworthy. 🤨🤔

What kind of people do I hate the most? I don’t really hate anyone. I just can’t stand people who bum off of people and don’t even try to get a job. Oh! And people who intentionally litter. 🙄😑

Who was my first love? Why did we break up? Josh was my first real love. I had lots of “boyfriends” when I was younger…truly I was super boy crazy!! And a prude. 😆 I always thought the grass was greener somewhere else, and I got bored easily in relationships, and judgy. Idk, I stuck with Josh for two years, and then he started wearing girl pants and starting acting emo, and THAT was not my jam. Lol Dodged a bullet I think. He’s a cowboy now, and has a bunch of kids and baby mamas. He seems happy overall from what I’ve gathered on social media over the years, and that is comforting to me that everything happens for a reason. He’s a good person. I do only hope for the best for him and always will. 🛹👍🏻, 🖤😭👎🏻, 🤠👩‍🍼👩🏻‍🍼👩🏼‍🍼

What is my biggest fear? Why? I fear I will never feel comfortable in my own skin. 😰

What makes me most proud of myself? I do not often think of this. I spend more time putting myself down than trying to build myself up to be honest. I’m working on that though. For now, I guess I will say I’m most proud that I just keep going even when shit sucks. 😂 I’m also proud of my accomplishments and my artsy creations. 😊

If I could have one wish, what would it be? I would wish for more love and happiness and less anxiety and worry. 🥰

How comfortable is death for me? Trying to avoid it for now, I haven’t lived enough yet. Working on it though. ☠️

How do I like others to see me? I like them to see that I’m caring, and healthy, happy, and fun. 🤩

Who is the most important person in my life? My therapist would tell me that I’m supposed to feel like I’m the most important person in my life. I’m trying to learn how to agree. My family and friends are the most important. 🤷🏼‍♀️

What is true for me no matter what? You have to fight for your peace. ✌🏻

What was one failure that I turned into my biggest lesson? I failed many times, but I get back up and try again. Like my professor tells me, “Just keep showing up. Cuz ain’t nothin’ getting better if you ain’t showin’ up.” 🥷🏼

What are my priorities right now? I’m setting small achievable goals for myself right now. Currently working on self care, mentally, physically, and emotionally. I also have a family oriented goal of trying to make more of an effort to just be happy and enjoy the little things. 🛁🧘🏼‍♀️💆‍♀️

Do I believe that fate is predestined or self-determined? I do believe there are timely coincidences to note about throughout life. I believe we ride energetic waves to our greatest potential if we “tap in” and can stay tapped in without all of life’s stressors affecting the ability to do that. I also believe in luck and love. I believe in karma. I believe that all humans (myself included) as a whole… we can do better at some things. 👁️

If a relationship or job makes me unhappy, do I choose to stay or leave? I always stay. 😬

How many scars do I have on my body? Just one. On my nose. It’s honestly barely noticeable, but I see it and it’s a reminder of my strength. 💪🏻

Have I been in a traffic accident? I’ve been in a few. All come with lifelong lessons. Be present, be alert, be sober, and wear your seatbelt. ⛑️

What song do I only sing when I’m alone? “Sinner” by Leilani Wolfgramm. I don’t really sing in front of anyone though. So most songs I sing are when I am alone. I also love to sing the song “Vintage” by Blu DeTiger. 🤗

[certifiedjaeger]

Headcanons - Eren Jaeger x Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 4.5K

Notes: college!eren as your boyfriend makes me so 🥺 he would be the cutest and most chaotic boyfriend, you can't change my mind

Warnings: None - these are all random sfw headcanons (there is just a smidge of nsfw in there, blink and you'll miss it)

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Definitely owns a polaroid camera and solely takes pictures of you with it

Stores them in different places (one in his wallet, one on the fridge, a couple in his car, some in his nightstand, etc.)

The type to leave cute notes for you if he has to leave early in the morning

Except Eren's version of a note is a little different...

He writes "had to go and didn't wanna wake you - you look so cute :) love you, see you tonight" on a small piece of paper and literally tapes it to your forehead (gently though, so he doesn't wake you up)

Used to speak German fluently but has lost some of it over the years - still knows quite a bit though and definitely enjoys talking shit about people in German while in public (since they can't understand him)

Definition of a himbo/golden retriever boyfriend

Bought you a stuffed animal from ikea once and you literally always cuddle with it now, which makes him start to hate the stupid thing and regret ever buying it (*ahem* "it should be me that you're cuddling with, Y/N")

You make coffee in the morning for the both of you while he handles breakfast (since breakfast is usually a bagel, toast, or cereal this is definitely doable for him)

He is also capable of making coffee but swears it tastes better when you make it for him

Secretly makes him really happy and feel fuzzy inside that you know exactly how he takes his coffee

Does not cook and you aren't an amazing chef either so it's a lot of takeout and doordash for the both of you

"Baby, lemme spoil you.....what do u want from taco bell 😏😏😏"

Definitely the type to text you 'what size pussy you wear' every time he's in the tampon aisle at the store (he thinks it's the funniest thing ever even though he's done it like 20 times now)

Reads indie graphic novels ("not that superhero shit cause I'm a man with taste")

Makes fun of you for liking marvel movies ("every movie is literally the same boring plot, Y/N"), but then secretly keeps glancing at the screen whenever you're watching one

Loves horror movies because they get his adrenaline pumping, but especially loves watching them with you

He'll act all tough and protective like, "babe, don't worry - your strong boyfriend is here if you get scared," while confidently placing his arm around your shoulders

Fast forward to thirty minutes later and he's holding onto you for dear life, placing you as a sort of barrier between him and the screen while hiding his face in your hair

Definitely gets mad and swears at jump scares

"FUCK," he'd yell out in a deep voice, body jumping as he places his face back in your hair, instinctively wrapping his arm around you

"...Babe, stop laughing... I wasn't even scared," he'd have the nerve to say moments later upon hearing your small giggles

Whenever you two actually go out to the movies, he sneaks tons of candy and snacks into your purse because he hates spending lots of money at the theatre, mentioning something about "sticking it to the man" why is he so annoying omg

"Babe, bring your tote bag! No, not that one, the big one" 🙄

Whatever is yours is now suddenly his

He is literally this meme

You'll be like, "Eren, for the love of god, stop taking my hair ties" and he'll just be like........ "Our hair ties"

Screams "Yells in a manly way" when there's a bug in the apartment and he has to kill it

He runs hot, so expect Shirtless Eren™ a lot

He insists you join him because it's "more comfortable" …yeah, ok, Jaeger..... 🙄

Sleeps only wearing boxer briefs

On especially cold nights, he'll wear sweatpants though

Draws stick figure pictures of the two of you on post-its and occasionally puts them in random places in the apartment

You got mad at him once because you came home with people from class and he had drawn you two in a very suggestive position and put it on the fridge

Love language: sending memes and tiktoks

One of his FAVORITE things to do is to be in the same room with you where you both are browsing tiktok separately and occasionally show each other the funny ones you come across

Definitely the type to love being in the same room while you two just do your own thing - just likes the company and being able to look up from his phone/computer/video game and see your face

He just thinks you're so pretty <3 he is literally like 😍😍😍 all the time

Always says "wow" like Owen Wilson after you've finished telling him a story (also loves doing this in your ear when you're having sex - he thinks it's the funniest thing ever... you do not)

He's nosey and totally spies on the neighbors, but denies it every time you call him out on it

Will just walk up to you and start flexing

If you ignore him, he'll just do it more aggressively, eventually literally shoving his muscles in your face (the boy just wants some attention, pls give it to him and tell him he's hot)

LOVES being told he's pretty but he'll never admit it and whenever you do tell him that he's a pretty boy, he just rolls his eyes and tries to play it cool but inside he's like "!!!!!!!"

Loves being the big spoon at night because he likes holding onto something while he sleeps, he thinks of you like his own personal teddy bear

(Also likes the way your ass feels against his... lower region 👀)

You two have extremely weird pet names for each other and often make a competition out of it

He's all like "I love you, my little tater tot 😍)

Started calling you babycheeks as a joke but now totally uses it unironically

(Honorable mention to him calling you this while squeezing your cheeks together with his hand, smiling at the little pout that forms on your face every time he does this)

Resting bitch face to the extreme

Whenever around others, he always just sort of looks pissed, or a combination of bored/indifferent

Example:

That's just how his face is and most are intimidated by him for it, but not you <3 you know he's a big stupid baby

Will nudge you with his head like a dog that wants to be pet

Bites you and your clothes often

Okay, wait... let's elaborate on that

Two different types of bite: non-sexual and sexual

When he's just being playful/trying to get your attention/trying to annoy you, he'll bite either (a) the sleeve of your shirt (b) your forearm (c) your ass if you're laying on your stomach (d) your pants if he's resting his head on your lap

When he's in a mood 😏 he'll bite either (a) the area between your neck and shoulder - his favorite (b) the insides of your thighs (c) your lips (d) collarbone (gently - it's more of a little nibble <3)

Does NOT have a green thumb - will kill your plants if left in his care

Loves pizza and pizza-flavored snacks (please see: the pizza-flavored goldfish and pringles stowed away in your pantry)

You bought him one of those little gummy candy pizzas once and he just kind of went like 🥺🥺🥺 when you gave it to him

Loves that you remember little things about him like that - makes him feel special and cared for

Suggested once that you should wear his 'key' necklace because it would "look good with your outfit" and now he's obsessed with you wearing it (especially when it's the only thing you have on and he's got you pinned underneath him)

Not opposed to wearing matching onesies ("just as long as no one sees us and we don't leave our apartment, babe")

If Eren does something to annoy you, you'll definitely send a pic of you two wearing your onesies to the groupchat, which makes Jean tease him for life and Eren glare at you for about a week

Speaking of Eren being annoying, he is always taking pictures of you - literally has like 2,000 pictures of you on his phone

His wallpaper is a picture of you two where he's holding you as you hide your face in his neck, a big smile adorning his own from laughing at your cute attempt to hide from the camera

Likes watching howl's moving castle with you

"Babe, be the sophie to my howl....."

"Eren, you don't even look like howl" *cue his never-ending pouting*

Occasionally brings you little flowers he found while walking, some of them are even weeds but you don't tell him that because he looks so cute bringing you his little gifts

He even brought you a rock once because it was "cool" and "kinda in the shape of a heart"

You swore to him that you'd keep it forever and his cheeks instantly turned pink, not being able to hold back the blush that had crept its way onto his face at your mention of "forever" - in that moment you were sure that his eyes actually turned into big hearts

Always running into/hitting furniture in the apartment because he's a big guy and doesn't pay attention to where he's going

You found him once on the floor, in pain and questioning every life choice he's ever made, because he ran his shoulder into the doorframe

Forced you to give his shoulder a kiss to make him feel better.....he was still pouty about it though

Acts tough but is a big baby

On the outside he is 😒😈😠💀🔪 but with you he is 🥰💘🥺

Really loves and is genuinely grateful that his partner is his best friend and that you two have such a fun, playful relationship

Sometimes after a rough day, he claims that he is in need of an emotional support titty and will beg you to let him hold on to your titty (he's like pls...I need it.....I'll die without it🥺)

The type to point and say "dog" every time he sees a dog

You guys have playful banter but it can definitely get carried away

He had his hair down one day and said something snarky to you and you replied, "yeah, okay - whatever, lord farquaad" and he never forgave you

Still brings it up to this day

Understands that bees are good for the environment but hates them

If one comes near him he'll be so dramatic - ducking out of the way and swearing loud enough for people a block away to hear him

He tells you to get rid of your weighted blanket because "he is your weighted blanket"

Asks you to come with him when he goes to the gym or works out just because he likes showing off his muscles and looking strong in front of you

Always has his hair pulled back into a bun because he gets annoyed with it in his face (surprisingly, he really enjoys it when your hair is in his face, though)

You tell him that he could just cut his hair if it annoys him that much and he's literally like, "you want me to cut it?? you don't like my hair??!"

Definitely the type to be like "aha babe... you have a crush on me, that's so embarrassing"

To which you reply, "yeah, it is embarrassing considering how annoying you are," which makes his eyes narrow and a pout form on his face

Likes it when you two are watching tv and you drape your legs over him - likes being able to absentmindedly rub small circles on your thighs as he watches whatever has his attention on the screen

Major procrastinator when it comes to schoolwork - you constantly have to motivate him to try and do his work earlier in the week or else he WILL leave it till last minute

This involves small bribes and incentives, such as letting him choose what you wear on your next date night (dangerous - he will choose something that shows a lot of skin), getting him dumplings from his favorite place, extra kisses, etc.

His favorite type of morning involves: lazy morning sex, breakfast/cuddling in bed, and anime

Skateboards but isn't an amazing skater - definitely sings skater boy by avril lavigne to you though just to annoy you

He goes through a lot of skateboards because he's somehow always breaking them (definitely happens way more often than it should, but he is a big guy with a lot of energy and sometimes wooden boards just simply can't keep up with him

Always makes fun of typos in your texts to him

Just like this...

Your contact name in his phone is either 'MINE 😈💕’ or 'sexy idiot' (he likes both of them, so he'll switch them up every now and then)

Facetimes you with his face super close to his phone because he just wants to "get a better look at your pretty self" 🙄

He literally always looks like this when he's facetiming you:

Loves to slap your ass - claims that they're "love taps"

Will yell for you to "COME HERE QUICK!!," making whatever it is sound urgent, only to have him tell you about something cool he just did in his video game

Likes putting his hand in your back pocket whenever you're out in public - let's other people know that you're his and gives him something "nice to hold onto"

When his hand isn't in your back pocket though, it most definitely is slung around your shoulders

The first time he placed his arm around your shoulders (before you were dating), you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, as if questioning his almost-too-comfortable gesture. He responded defensively, "What? Just using you to rest on, get over yourself..." (The light dusting of pink on his cheeks gave away his true intent, though)

Since that first time, every time he wraps his arm around your shoulders now, he'll use his same line that he's "just using you as a resting place," but throws a wink in there, knowing that you know he actually just wants you close to him

He really likes it when you sit on his lap in public (any and all affection you show him that makes it known to others that he's your boyfriend makes him very cocky on the outside and soft & giddy on the inside)

When you do sit on his lap, at first he'll place his hands on your waist, rubbing them up and down your sides with a big ol' smirk on his face. He'll look around at everyone else's reactions (who probably don't have any because they probably don't even care tbh lol) and revel in the fact that "the hottest girl in the world" is sitting on his lap and nobody else's

But then, after a good several minutes of feeling like a King (I mean I'm talking like truly serious 'I am The Chosen One' levels of cockiness), he eventually will calm down and return to his normal self. His arms will make their way around your waist, hugging you lazily, while he just kind of plops his chin on your shoulder (he also likes being so close to your neck in this position that he's able to smell your perfume and nuzzle the tip of his nose against your delicate skin, smiling at the sound of your giggles)

Often times, if you're talking to a guy he doesn't know (like someone from one of your classes), he'll come up behind you and place his arm possessively around you with his eyes never leaving the other man's

He'll be pretty over the top about it, too - Finally glancing down at you, he'll smile saying, "Oh hey, babe, you look so beautiful today... can't wait to take you out later." He'll lean down to place a kiss on the top of your head before looking over at the man once again, his tone changing instantly, "Hey, man, what's up? I'm her boyfriend," the last word being clearly emphasized with his slightly threatening tone and narrowed eyes

If you guys fight about anything, it's definitely about how unnecessarily jealous he can get (although, the fights are never really that serious - he gets defensive because he feels he's protecting you from creeps and you get annoyed over his aggressive attitude toward strangers, but eventually, you two come together to see the other's perspective and are compassionate toward the other's feelings, so it gets resolved rather quickly)

You secretly think it's actually kind of cute how fired up he gets over other guys giving you any type of attention/affection, or god forbid, making you smile or laugh (He feels it's his job to make you laugh and is instantly threatened when other men do it for him)

"Babe, you don't know what other guys are like... Okay, I do, I know what they're thinking when they try and corner you and crack jokes at you or whatever the fuck they do. That prick was not just innocently asking you to study, he definitely had other plans in mind, trust me"

He gets frustrated... eventually calms down... and then just gets really pouty

There was this one time you looked over at him and he literally had his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as if he were a child that had just gotten his favorite toy taken away. You couldn't help the small laugh that had slipped from your lips, and regardless of how fast you placed your hand over your mouth, he heard you and looked at you wildly, "Did you just fucking laugh at me?!" At this point, you couldn't stop the laughter forcing its way from your mouth now as your boyfriend's face grew even poutier (if that were possible)

"I'm sorry, honey, you just look really cute right now," you pleaded honestly, speaking to him almost like an adult speaking to an adorable anger-filled child

It took you weaseling your way into his crossed arms and nuzzling your face into his chest, muttering small I'm sorry's while placing kisses all over his face, for him to forgive you and get over his childlike attitude

Whenever he does get jealous, you know that all he really needs is a good makeout session - That will quell any worries he has that you're not his

At parties (and after a few drinks), he will drag you to a more secluded area (either in the corner or against the wall in the hallway) and start making out with you

If you playfully push him away and start laughing, saying something about "people seeing you guys," he'll just whisper, "don't care," and hastily place his lips against yours again, albeit more sloppy and eager this time. "Just need to kiss you...," he'll groan against your lips (If this happens, your night is usually cut short, as his needy actions result in you two racing home to properly be with one another 😳)

(((As you're driving home, he will definitely rub you over your thin underwear, watching you intently with lips parted as if dazed by the mere sight of you like this. His lust-filled eyes would quickly darken at the way your hands tighten around the steering wheel, and especially at the sound of your small moans. As he slips a finger inside of you, he'd barely be able to hold himself back from forcing you to pull over and ravage you right then and there, as lewd noises begin to fill the otherwise silent car)))

You guys are basically lucky that you don't crash that night, that's all I'm saying

On a fluffier note, one of his favorite things you do, and something he'll always be eternally grateful for, is when he's anxious or nervous about something, usually shaking his leg and playing with your fingers to distract himself, you'll reach over and stroke your fingers through his hair, instantly calming his nerves

You'll do it until he takes your hand from his hair and places a gentle kiss on the back of it, signaling to you that he feels better - He also, shyly, whispers a small "thank you" afterward

You guys have tried to take baths together and it just never really works out (he doesn't agree with this sentiment at all, he loves taking baths with you)

But, he is a big guy and there is only so much space in a bathtub, which results in water being splashed everywhere

One particular time ended with Eren filling the bath with too much bubbles and completely covering your floor with sudsy water, and another time resulted in you two literally almost flooding your apartment (don't ask)… so, now, it's safe to say that you're a bit hesitant about baths - He is Not

"Babe, you took my bubble privileges away, so it won't be like last time... I promise," he fakes an innocent tone, trying to sway your opinion on taking another bath with him, but inside you know he's like 😈😈😈

Sometimes wears your t-shirts at home which means that there are a couple of your shirts that have unfortunately been too stretched out for you to wear now

If you get on his case about this, he'll just fire back with, "What's the big deal, you wear my clothes all the time...?"

"Okay, true... but, I'm not permanently altering your shirts, Eren, there's a difference"

You can't be too upset with him though, because he just looks too cute with your much-too-tight shirts on, hugging his muscles and barely fitting his chest 🥺

Speaking of you wearing his clothes though, he gets unbelievably turned on when you come home dressed in a cute, little dress and instantly change out of it and into one of his shirts

Just the sight of his girl like that, and the fact that it's his shirt you wear in the comforts of your own home, has him adjusting his pants as he makes his way over to you (as much as he likes seeing you in his shirts, he likes it much better when he rips them off of you)

Favorite things to do for date night: (1) Late-night drive to the overlook by the beach (maybe results in some stargazing... maybe results in you straddling his waist, the two of you making out in the driver's seat... who knows), (2) Parties/get togethers at friend's houses (he gets to show you off to other people; claims it can technically be called a "date night" if you two steal food from the kitchen and find a lonely corner to hangout in where you two can share some kisses back and forth, as well), (3) Ordering takeout and watching movies on the couch (he gets to be comfortable with you and likes how you cuddle up to him when it's just the two of you in your apartment), (4) Arcade (one of his favorites, because it lets you two be playful and a bit competitive with each other; if he's too competitive, he'll always make it up to you by winning you a stuffed animal - he internally scowls about this because he fears it'll become his new competition just like the ikea stuffed animal he got you)

Whenever you're bossy toward him, he'll reply with "Okay... mommy," since the nickname always causes you to get flustered and narrow your eyes at him, which he thinks is both hilarious and cute (a stupid, cheeky grin will definitely always accompany his use of the word)

One night he asks you to sleep without a shirt on just like he does and you're like, "Huh, I bet you'd like that... Wouldn't you, you creep? 🙄"

And he just smiles at you with feigned innocence and says, "It's like that thing... what is that thing with babies... oh yeah!" His face lights up with a genuine smile this time, "Skin to skin... we need skin to skin contact"

Which has you then replying with a scoff, "Eren, that's for babies and we are two adults"

"No," he places his hands on either side of your cheeks and squishes, "You are baby."

(You end up giving him what he wants and you both hold each other shirtless as you sleep through the night, and you have to admit... It did feel nice)

Literally so stubborn... like the most stubborn man to ever exist. That is all.

No, but really, like... He'll refuse to accept he's wrong about something even when you have proof

Like that one time he thought that the tv show 'That '70s Show' was actually filmed in the 70s and you were like...... "you are literally so wrong about that, Eren." And, he refused to accept that he wasn't right and still stood his ground even when you pulled up the info from the Wikipedia page, causing him to stubbornly mutter some nonsense about how "anyone can edit those pages, Y/N"

He's so annoying, I swear 🙄

But also get this... He is also very cute... And ridiculous... Ridiculously cute, some would even say... For instance:

He'd constantly think about proposing to you 🥺

Like, you'll do something small like wipe the brownie batter he got on the side of his mouth off with your finger, placing it in your own to taste it, and on the inside he'd be like, "God, just marry me already..."

Or, even you washing his hair for him while you two shower will have him in his head like, "Please take my last name and be my wife!!!"

Genuinely wants to spend the rest of his life with you, his best friend and lover - He couldn't imagine having anyone else but you beside him for the rest of his days

Part of him feels unworthy, though, and gets insecure at the thought of you not wanting him for the rest of your life, so he never shares the little proposal-themed thoughts he has with you and tucks the image of you with a ring on your finger far, far away in his mind

One day, he'll eventually work up the courage to ask you to be his for life, he swears it (and has sworn it to Armin, as well, who is tired of Eren being a coward and wishes he would just ask you already)

He also swears to give you an amazing proposal, because he knows you deserve it 😇 lmao he'll probably give you a ring pop and be like.... "aha, babe, wanna marry me?" while making this face:

(Jk 💀 he'll be more romantic than that, he swears it)

But until then, he'll continue doing his best to make you smile and think that he's funny, so that maybe you'll keep him around long enough for him to actually work up the courage to propose

For now, though, he'll keep being the cutest, weirdest, and most annoying boyfriend in the world... 🥺💕🙄💘😌 (that is until he becomes your husband, uh oh 👀)

[aehyei]

𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗠𝗘

if a mysterious man hidden under a squid game mask and named himself ‘j’ asked you to dance with him, then you’re willing to join for the ride, right?

PAIRING : idol!na jaemin x staff!reader x idol!lee jeno

GENRE !fluff

WARNINGS : kissing, cuss words

WC : 1.20k

AUTHOR’S NOTES : requestedddd (anon: hello my fav author !!! i have an idea for you:squid game guard jeno x reader x squid game jaemin🌚🌚!! TOTALLY NOT INSPIRED BY THEIR HALLOWEEN COSTUME 🥸🥸🙄🙄🤡🤡 !!just an idea for you to write if you’re bored :)) 

To be fair, you didn’t know what you wanted to be in Halloween. Do you do Harley Quinn? Oh wait no, Giselle’s already doing her! How about the Bella Swan from Twilight? Nope! Jungwoo got the slot first.

You didn’t know what else to wear, and it’s killing you! You only have a few hours left before the Halloween party, and you wasted more time sleeping in instead of waking up by 8. So when you saw your old dusty gym clothes on the back of your closet, you hesitantly took it and sighed, “Fuck it, Squid Game it is.”

When you entered the SM building, you smiled, proud of it’s designing. It was you along with few other staffs who planned everything and helped in decorating until everything looked spooky enough.

“Y/n!” You recognized the voice as AESPA’s make-up artist, Oh Euna, who came running towards you. “Woah,” You breathed out, amazed by her creativeness that bloomed and showed with the costume she was wearing. “How do I look?” Euna twirled around, smiling widely. “A-Amazing!”, you stammered, suddenly feeling insecure with her beauty, “You look better then the original Jasmine.”

“Thanks, the girls made me wear this by a dare. You look amazing too, Y/n! Squid Game, huh?” Euna nudges your side, complimenting you back. “I-I- uhh- I had nothing else to wear.” You admit, scratching the back of your head. “Take your places, hurry, the artists are about to come.” The manager of NCT rushes through the door, dressed as the Hulk. All the staffs scramble to their places, cameras raised up, ready to film the area.

One by one, the venue started to get filled with SM’s artists. Their creativity and their efforts amazed you, jaw dropping. Some looked really spooky, like Shotaro and Chenle, then some are typical, like Jeno and Jaemin.

Jeno and Jaemin. Speaking of them, you didn’t actually realize you matched with them dressing up as Squid Game’s characters. And then you see Winter, the girl looking as pretty as ever.

After filming for a few more hours, all cameras are strictly turned off to respect the artists’ privacy as they all have the freedom to party the night away. Staffs also decided to join them, not forgetting to enjoy themselves.

But not you. You just started working in SM just by a month ago, which also explains why you haven’t adjusted and made a lot of friends yet. Euna is probably the only person you’ve really hung out with, of course include AESPA in.

You watch as Haechan reaches out a hand to Euna, smiling and wiggling his eyebrows. The make-up artists flushes a bit before slowly placing her hand in his and let him guide her to the dancing floor. “Took them hours.” You snickered, truly happy that your friend was able to dance with the boy she’s been gushing since the first day you met her.

But what you didn’t expect is a hand to appear in front of your eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows and slowly looked up to see who’s the man inviting you to dance with him.

“My friends told me to ask the most beautiful girl out for a dance.” He had a mask on, with the pink hoodie covering the rest. Holy shit. This man could only be either of the two.

Jaemin or Jeno.

“And? It’s clear that you couldn’t see clearly under that mask of yours then.” You answer, heart beating fast as you give in and hold his hand. He twirled you around as soon as you stood up, giggling when you accidentally fell on his hard chest due to your clumsiness, “I think my eyes are fine, Y/n.”

“You know me?” You looked shocked, jaw dropping for countless of times just for that night. “Of course I do, I have a huge crush on you for a whole ass month now.” He answers smoothly, guiding your arms around his neck and slides his two muscular arms around your waist after. “Y-You can’t say that!” You stutter, face feeling hot all of a sudden.

A NCT member liking you? Holy shit, holy shit, what dream is this?

“Why not?”, he chuckles, pulling you even closer if possible. The only thing that’s keeping the two of you from kissing is the mask by his face, and the thought sent butterflies down your stomach. “You do realize that the characters we dressed up as doesn’t really match with each other, right?”

It’s true, his costume is the masked pink weird guard who kills and burns the bodies and your one of the player who possibly would loose at the fourth game.

“And? That doesn’t bother me at all. I think it’s a little romantic.” He shrugs, tilting his head a bit. You scoff, “Squid Game is not romantic—”

“ —no, but we are.” He cuts you off. Even if his face was covered, you could feel him smiling. The side of your lips lifted up as you let your curiosity get the best of you, “Who are you?”.

He visibly pauses, but then he answers after a few seconds of silence, “J.”

“J? As in, Jaemin or Jeno?” You ask, stomach twisting when he laughed a little, “It sounds so great hearing you say my name. Next time let’s make you scream it, yeah?”.

“D-Don’t joke like that! Seriously, just remove your mask.” You tried to take a hold of it, but stopped when he placed his hand on top of yours, “Do you really want to know me?”.

“Of course I do. I have to know which idiot decided to dance to me.” You jokingly said.

He guided your hand, folding the mask up only until his lips were the one revealed to you. Your eyes widened when you realize how familiar he really looked, “J-J—”

J didn’t waste anymore time and pulled you into a kiss, lips molding perfectly against yours. You stayed frozen and stiff, mind still having a hard time processing the fact someone from NCT, one of the biggest boy band in South Korea, kissing you right now. But when you did finally process, you slowly closed your eyes and kissed back, lost at the feeling of his slightly chapped lips against your soft ones.

When he pulled away, he immediately smiled, grinning back at you, “I like your chapstick, it tastes good. Just thank god you aren’t wearing a strawberry flavor.”

“Mhmm, why?” You slurred, feeling a little drunk for no absolute reason except the butterflies in your stomach felt like they’ve been drinking vodka and wildly partying inside of you. “I hate strawberries.” Your J continued smiling, his heart also beating too fast for his liking.

“Yah, hyung! We have to take a picture for my bubble update later! Hurry up!” Jisung called, ruining the moment you have.

“I-I better get going then..” You stutter, grip around him loosening. He also slowly pulled away, pressing a chaste yet soft kiss on your lips for the last time before turning to go for the picture Jisung says, when he stops on his track and fixes his mask so it’s covering his face again and faces you.

“Thank you for dancing with me.”

© AEHYEI, 2021

[poppy-thatcher]

Why Not Him? (Shoto Todoroki)

NEW A/N: So... I’m stupid when it comes to Tumblr. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I had to re-upload this to an account that I could actually interact with you all on. My dumb self posted this on a side-blog. Take 2 for this post! Sorry and I appreciate all the kind words I had already received on this post. It means the absolute world, you don’t even know!!! ❤️

A/N: I write fanfic in my spare time. But I'm not brave enough to publish my work. However, a beautifully lovely writer (@delirious-donna) gave me the push I needed to post something. Time to be brave(ish)! 🤭 This small specific piece of my latest story, sadly, was something inspired by a shared moment between my (ex) best guy friend and myself. 💔 It also severely hurt me to make Bakugo the bad guy. The things I do for the sake of a plot. 🙄

I looked down, my hand in my lap becoming increasingly interesting as the moments of silence passed.  

"Love, you can talk to me. You know that." Shoto quietly reminded me as he slowly took my free hand in his.  

"Katsuki and I are having issues. We've been having them for a while now."

"And today?" He asked, finally understanding that I was staying at a friend's house instead of my own.  

"It was our 3-year anniversary. I got off work early and came to his place to decorate and make his favorite foods." I swallowed the thick saliva as my throat was involuntarily making it harder to continue. The hurt was bubbling up and sitting heavily in my chest.

"He didn't come home after work. He spent the night at a bar with Kirishima and Kaminari. I wouldn't have even known, since he ignored all my texts, but you can't be number 2 without some gossip blogs snapping pictures." A tear snuck out causing Shoto to chase it away quickly, "when he got home he couldn't even put everything together. He didn't even remember it was our anniversary, let alone realize that he had missed the entirety of it."

Shoto's eyes glossed over with tears. It broke my heart to see him this worked up over me. I was never worth all the emotional support he gave me. He deserved to find someone to return his incredibly strong feelings.  

"Can I freely speak my mind?" He asked me, always cautious around my delicate feelings.  

"Only if you can be unbiased," I sighed as a few more tears flowed down my cheek, knowing I was asking the impossible from him.

Izuku gently squeezed my hand before he let it go, grabbing onto Ochako's hand, both of them with sullen expressions at the performance going on at their dinner table. They slowly got up, excusing themselves to give us the privacy we needed.

Shoto took my face in his hands, cupping my cheeks so my face pointed to his, mimicking his movements. His eyes bore into mine like they were peering into my very soul.

“I can’t trust that I’ll be unbiased. But Bakugo, he’s always been a damn fool.” Shoto softly chased my cascading tears off my cheeks, “you two have been together so long. To me, he doesn’t take what you two have seriously. He doesn’t treat you the way he’s supposed to, the way you deserve to be treated. He takes you for granted. I… I would have married you twice over the span of your relationship with him!”

He pulled my forehead slowly to his soft lips before releasing his hold on my face and moving back into his seat.

I quickly averted my gaze, not feeling brave enough to maintain his strong eye contact, as new tears threatened to fall even more furiously than before.

Why was it always the wrong person telling me what I wanted to hear the most?

That’s just how the world works, I suppose.

Loving Shoto would be the easiest thing to do. He had always been there for me, through every grand occasion and every heartbreaking moment. If our friendship ever had weeks, or even months of radio silence we could always pick back up as though nothing had changed. He was exactly what my heart needed.

And yet... my foolish heart never once reached for his. I couldn’t ever explain the amount of pain I felt knowing that the person who loved me the way I wanted, the way I so desperately needed to be loved, was someone my mind, body, and soul just couldn’t accept.

[heavensenthearty]

Starting to realize why people claim Fire Lady Katara is racist, however their reason is flawed. They think that if Katara is Fire Lady, she has to renounce her Water Tribe heritage entirely, force to live in the Fire Nation only and never see her birth home again, and her kids will never learn of their Water Tribe heritage. Which...why would an Ambassidor do that and what makes people think Zuko would put that on her? And also, half that shit happened in canon after she married Aang, their kids are ignorant of a lot of their heritage and she was forced to stay in one place.

Am I crazy to see this?

I can guarantee you you're not crazy, A! 😉

Now, about the reason why people would think all of that... I don't know. Maybe it is their obsession with race and blood purity. Maybe it is xenophobia. Maybe it is that they have that much disdain for multicultural families 🤷🏽‍♀️

Nevertheless, whatever their reason is, it is very, very, very blinded to the realities of multicultural families.

Like mine! ☺️

My great-grandmother — the mother of my grandmother — came to Venezuela as a Spanish immigrant (yes, for anyone out there, Spanish) and she had children with a wealthy man here, my great-grandfather. Many years later, she became a gardener and agriculturist, and my mom told me she taught her, my aunts and uncles how to care and grow all plants native from her hometown back in Spain.

So much for immigrants forgetting their roots, huh? 🙄

That was my great-grandmother. My very grandfather — the husband of my grandmother — was born in Trinidad and Tobago, but his mother died giving birth to him, so my great-great-grandfather took custody of him and raised him... in Holland.

Yeah, my veeeeeeeeeeery white, veeeeeeeeeeery European great-great-grandfather had a daughter with a Trinidadian woman. She inherited a very dark skin-color, so did my grandfather.

Anyway, when my grandfather grew up, he studied abroad in many countries, including Trinidad and Tobago, before settling in Venezuela with my grandmother. He learned a language for every country he was in, 7 languages in total.

Seriously, people. Multicultural families, and their children, and the children of their children do just fine with the mix of races and countries.

Everyone in my family is perfectly aware of our European and Latin American heritage, we even remember our ancestors last names from before they had to change them for entering this country.

The only way that kind of dynamic could become a racist interpretation is if one of those heritages would be deliberately hidden or one took dominance over the other which is not what Zutara shippers — for the most part — do with the Fire Lady Katara trope, antis just jump to make conclusions of their own because they have no idea how these family dynamics work and they are not interested in learning because when people like me try to tell them, they tell us to shut up.

Sure, someone could write the trope in a harmful way, but antis can rest assured that those people have more in common with them than what they have with the rest of the Zutara fandom because they don't know, listen, or understand people from multiracial lineages.

It shows in the way they assume adult!Kataang was written just fine despite Bumi and Kya knowing little to nothing about Air Nomad culture. According to them, it is fine because it bored Bumi and Kya.

Dude, how fascinating do you think it is for me to learn about 1900 Holland?! I'll tell you: not much, but at least my parents take the bother to be honest with me!

Not to mention that argument completely ignores Bumi and Kya's feelings as well, since they very clearly resented Tenzin because Aang had only taken the bother to take him under his wing.

They think the way Katara was put in her marriage with Aang was okay because she stayed in the Southern Water Tribe "where she belongs", according to them. The impact and recognition she could have had on a world scale be damned!

Oh, and I hate to break it to them, but apparently The Southern Water Tribe wasn't anyone's priority for a loooooooooong time as these girls — whoever they are and however the heck do they fit in OG canon — stated:

They are supposedly Katara's childhood friends from the Southern Water Tribe. This comes from The Rift trilogy and they are furious at Katara for staying away from their Tribe way after the war ended in favor of helping her peace-loving boyfriend to end conflict all over the world.

Oh, I mean, I should make more emphasis as they did: all over the world but the Southern Water Tribe.

Now, leaving to the side whatever issues I may have with their characters' conceptions, they are there to call out (and tell the audience) Katara's abandonment of her home tribe due to her focus on Aang's own work. And, listen, nobody is blaming Aang for this, it is his work and maybe he just can't put the Southern Water Tribe as a priority right now — not all political decisions can be done based on personal feelings. But we are seeing whatever issues there could be with Zuko and Katara's fanon relationship already took place in Aang and Katara's canon relationship.

Perhaps we should be grateful for it, now fanon shippers know exactly what not to do when writing romances.

[leychin]

Player

||Rantato Amami x reader||

HELLO my gang of losers,I've been dead and not really for a good reason, havent done an ounce of schoolwork, just haven't had a passion to write lately. But then Rantaro Amami came into my life, who would've guessed I would love someone other than nagito 🙄🙄 JSJSJEJW THIS IS TOO LONG OK BYE LOL

Summary: Rantaro loves u, u luv him back but ur insecure or whatever 🙄🙄🙄

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"What do I have to do to prove I'm not like that?"

"Nothing. Because I know your type."

  Rantaro Amami has been your best friend for like… ever. He wanted to be satisfied with the relationship you already had but he somehow found himself craving more. When he confessed his feelings to you, he thought you had felt the same. Playfully flirting all the time was nothing new between the two of you, so you can imagine his surprise when you hit him with flat out rejection.

  "It's not that I'm not interested, I am, really, but you have a new girlfriend every other month, I don't want to get my heart broken by my best friend." You said it to him so casually like it was just a fact, like you knew him. Which, you did, but you were wrong about this one.

  In truth, Rantaro has only ever had one girlfriend in his entire life. But because he was always traveling, she got bored and broke up with him. All of his other "girlfriends" as you called them were just girls who wanted to get close to him because he's above average looking. No romantic feelings on his half at all, but to an outsider's eyes it would appear that way. Girls would hang off his arm trying to grab a sliver of his attention for dates that he had no interest in, but he felt like it was rude to flat out reject them.

  "Come on Y/n, you know better than anyone I'm not like that." That was true, you've known him since the second grade. He found you drawing in the dirt with a stick and asked if you wanted to go on an adventure with him since you looked bored. Admittedly, the "adventure" he took you on was only through the back trees in the park that led to a street but that adventure had led to dozens more with him as time continued. You knew better than anyone that he was a genuine guy, he was sweet, and he's always been your shoulder to cry on when you've needed him and you've been his. There was really no reason to reject him when hes proved in every way that he was trustworthy.

  But the irrational, insecure part of your brain is faster than your reasonable side with sense. You felt like he'd be downgrading and lowering his standards, he was amazing in every way, and you saw the girls who fawned over him. He had so many beautiful girls, and sometimes even guys to pick from and he chose you. You simply refused to believe it.

  That was the start to the game you and Rantaro played, a game of cat and mouse. He'd show you every day how much he wanted to love you and be with you, and you'd pretend like you weren't listening, or laugh it off and pretend like he was kidding. You'd fall for him a little more each day, and then push him away a little more.

  But it didn't deter him, it just made him work harder to prove to you that he was only in love with you. He brought you a bouquet of flowers every two weeks to replace the ones that would wilt away, which Miu would point out every morning when she saw them on your desk in the morning.

"Aw! Still trying for Y/n pretty boy? She's not interested loser!"

To which Kokichi would retort back at her, he was rooting for you and Rantaro to get together 

"Shut up you dirty whore I can smell you from here!" 

  Kokichi was basically Rantaro's wingman, though he was definitely one of the most… unconventional wingmen out there. You had already been good friends with him before Rantaro confessed to you, so you told the grape haired boy basically everything. He may be a compulsive liar, but he could keep a secret, you ranted all of your worries to him and told him how you felt about Rantaro.

 Kokichi never gave good advice, but he'd always lighten the mood and make you laugh. But unknown to you, he was subtly nudging Rantaro in the right direction. You tell Kokichi about your new favorite song? Suddenly it's Rantaro's favorite too and he learned how to play it and wants to show you. You're feeling insecure? Rantaro is at your house in ten minutes, and when you ask why he'd just play it off

"I was just in the neighborhood and figured I'd stop by."

"You live around the corner."

"Like I said, I was in the neighborhood."

  He made it harder and harder for you to keep rejecting him. You knew he was a good guy and you just wanted to grab his face and smash your lips on his already, but the little voice in your head still held you back. But it would pipe down when Rantaro would ask for "totally platonic cuddling" while watching a movie.

  It shouldn't make your heart race the way it does when he touches you in any way. You cuddled with him while watching movies before he confessed to you, it really shouldn't feel any different.

  Moments like these made that little voice in your head go silent, when he said I love you, he never expected you to say it back. You wanted to say it back, so so badly. The way he would run his fingers through your h/c hair and hum along to whatever background song was playing in the movie made your heart flutter. The way he silently reassured you every day that you were more than enough for him when you were so sure you werent, it was all so… simple. But that didn't make it any less meaningful.

"I love you too."

  He was asleep now, you were sure of it. His breathing was steady and his arms were limp around your waist and you could easily have gotten up if you wanted to, but all you did was close your computer and turn around so you could meet his sleeping face. He had won the game you two have been playing since the beginning and you just didn't want to admit it.

  You weren't totally sure what compelled you to do it, but you learned in and pecked his lips. Even though he was asleep it still sent electricity through your body and made your heart pound out of your chest for a moment. 

  The moment was short lived, he stirred in his sleep and his arms came back up to hold you again. You could've sworn you would make him wake up with how hard your heart was pounding, but he stayed silent. 

  A sigh left your lips, pressing your head to Rantaro's chest to sleep. His heartbeat slow but strong lulling you to sleep with every breath he took.

You fell asleep, but Rantaro did not.

  His eyes were closed, yes, but he hadn't completely fallen asleep yet, he was dancing the line of consciousness and sleep. What made him wake up a little was when he heard your voice whisper a soft 'I love you.' Should he have revealed to you that he was awake right then? 

  He spent so much time thinking about it he barely registered soft lips on his for a second, when your lips left his his arms started reaching up to pull you back in. He wanted your lips on his for a second longer, but he decided against it, unsure of how you'd react.

  He played it off as him shifting in his sleep, even though if you listened to his breathing it would be easy to tell he was already awake and desperately trying to get himself under control again. But if you noticed, you didn't say anything and slowly fell asleep to Rantaro's now almost calm breathing.

  The night went by, and neither of you mentioned what had happened in the morning. Rantaro not admitting that he was awake, you not admitting that you lost the game you two have been playing.

  The walk to school was uncomfortably silent, which was new even for Rantaro. But how would you look him in the eye without yours darting to his lips every time? All you wanted to do is reach up and kiss him again, Rantaro wanted to just ditch school completely and kiss you a billion times over.

Oh the agony of two oblivious dolts.

  Everyone noticed the tension between you and Rantaro when you walked in but nobody wanted to point it out, it wasn't like you two to just… be silent.

  Gonta didn't really pick up on the whole 'Not speaking about it' thing and he asked "Gonta confused, why Y/n and Rantaro not talking?" Even though no one wanted to START the conversation, everyone kept the conversation going

"Maybe it finally sank in that Y/n doesn't like him back?"

"No way! He was totally super close to winning her over yesterday!" 

"Well by my calculations, there was a twenty seven percent chance of Y/n saying no to Rantaro again" 

  The class looked to you for an answer, but you stayed silent. That wasn't it at all and you couldn't find the words to explain to them how you were feeling, how do you say you fell in love with him every day over and over again? How do you say you want to kiss him right now but you're still so scared that he'll break up with you when he gets bored?

  When you didn't answer, the class turned to Rantaro expecting answers, even though he was just as confused. You both like each other, what's the issue? Maybe you just didn't hear him right the first couple times? 

  "She woke up feeling sick, Fall allergies you know?" He awkwardly chuckled and so did a few others in the class. Kokichi wasn't buying it though "Rantaro, lying isn't your thing. Leave that to the ultimate supreme leader!" 

  For some reason, that's what set you off. You just got up and left your desk, you didnt even know why what Kokichi said got under your skin. Maybe it's because of Rantaro was lying any other time Kokichi would've pointed it out, but he didn't. Which means Rantaro has been completely honest about his feelings towards you.

  So not only have you been doubting Rantaro this whole time, you felt like he had put all this effort in for someone who barely had the confidence to say I love you back.

  Where you were going was unknown, but the school felt cramped. Home felt cramped, everywhere felt cramped. So you sat in the garden area the school owned instead in a secluded area with an abandoned gazebo to take in some fresh air for once.

  Rantaro had chased after you though, weaving through bushes and tall hedges was child's play for him, but trying to find a way to approach you was like trying to navigate a minefield. He opted for sitting next to you on a weathered bench though, you couldn't face him, you would break down in tears, there was no doubt in that claim.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just needed some air."

"Y/n."

  Of course he wouldn't take that answer, but the fact that he asked made the dam break and a flood of tears start coming through. You tried talking through it, and you kept trying to apologize to him but all he did was pull you into his chest and you cried harder.

  He held you for who knows how long, but it was long enough for you to be able to make sentences again 

"A-and I'm sorry f-or making y-ou waste y-y-your time o-on me and-" 

  Rantaro hushed you for a moment to calm your breathing so you could stop hiccuping when you spoke, he ran his fingers through your hair the way he knew you liked it too "Who said you were wasting my time?" The answer was no one, it was just your irrational thinking and insecurities making stuff up. 

  "If I thought you were wasting my time, why would I be hugging you right now?" Another question you never had a real answer to.

  But you had recollected your thoughts now, you could breathe normally and speak now "I just, there are so many other options Rantaro, so many other prettier girls and even guys who want to date you. So many other people who aren't scared of telling you that they love you. I want to tell you that I love you all the time! But what am I supposed to do when you get bored of me, or stop thinking I'm pretty, or interesting or-" 

  You got so lost in your rambling that you didn't even notice a dopey grin appear on Rantaro's face 

"Y/n, do you know why I'm smiling right now?"

"Because you think this is funny."

"No, because you just said you love me! I win right? That WAS the deal."

"I did?"

"Yeah, you did." 

  Rantaro brushed a few strands of hair from your face and cupped your cheek in his hand. "If I had better 'options' I wouldn't be here with you right now. To me, you're my best option, even if you don't see it yet. I'm gonna make you see it. You're the only one I've ever loved, and ever will love this much. Got it?" He gave you one of his signature smiles "So? Whaddya say?"

  Everything you just said had gone out of the window, because in .2 seconds you had your arms wrapped around Rantaro's neck and you pulled him in for a real kiss to which he didn't hesitate to return. 

  Though, it was cut short by the clapping from your classmates around the corner.

"That was the most beautiful thing Gonta ever seen!"

"Too sappy for my tastes! I'm gonna hurl-"

"Congratulations Y/l/n and Amami."

"Sooooo~ when's the wedding?! Can I be the best man? Can I? CAN I?!"

  Rantaro chuckled and looked down at you "How do you feel about being Mrs. Amami? It has a nice ring to it." You laughed too, a future with Rantaro did sound nice, but you both haven't even been on an official date yet "Whatever happened to having a date at a nice cafe? Getting to know each other? A simple hello?" 

"That's not a no!"

"Its a 'take me out to dinner before a break up with you already' I wouldn't push it."

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Literally why doesnt anyone write x readers for dangan??? So sad I gotta carry this fandom on my back 🙄🙄

[currantlee]

Okay. I said I'll never talk about this fucking game again because it's not worth it, but... Here we are, I guess. Now that Engage is finally out and we're hopefully about to leave the absolute MESS FE3H was behind feels like a good time to do this.

This post really got me thinking about everything I loathe about this game's writing. While I do enjoy some of the characters in FE3H a lot, I didn't enjoy the game at all, both because the gameplay somehow manages to be even more boring than in Echoes, and because the plot is... Well, you summed it up best, Vee. It refuses to commit to anything (except that Byleth can never be wrong), or just outright do what writing is all about: making decisions.

You know what? I'm just gonna let it all out and then hopefully I will never have to think of this mess again. This post is probably gonna contain a lot of sarcastic humor because otherwise I'm going to lose my mind. So let's start at the beginning.

Oh no! Not everyone likes FE3H ☹️ A Tragedy.

Surely we all will never find happiness again 🙄

TL;DR: Everything said in this post is my perspective on things, and if you have a different one, that's fine, but I do not wish to discuss. I simply wish to get my feelings about this game out. The plot is a mock giant, which means it's trying really hard to appear deeper and more meaningful than it actually is by adding a bunch of random stuff that doesn't need to be there and just ends up being confusing. Byleth is a bad protagonist and barely even a character, also a big part of most of the game's writing problems. Edelgard makes no sense no matter from which point of view you approach her. It's not even that she doesn't have a point, she can't have a point, and that's Byleth's fault. Fodlàn's reunification ultimately doesn't matter and makes the entire plot feel meaningless. The game has obvious quality issues. I think this is a very bad game and ruined the series for me.

... What?!? You're still here? That means you either don't like FE3H very much either, or you came for my hilariously bad, notoriously German attempts at comedy. I'm flattered!

Okay, but seriously, thank you so much for your interest 🙂 Now, without further ado, let's get into why I don't really like FE3H!

The Plot is a Mock Giant

Probably the third-biggest problem of this entire game, but the first-best starting point for this rant.

So, in the novel Jim Button and Luke the Engine Driver, the two titular protagonists travel through a desert, where they meet the giant Mr Tur Tur. At first, they are scared, but as they come closer to the giant, they realize that he is actually just a normal-sized man. Mr Tur Tur then explains that he is a Mock Giant, which means that he looks like a giant from the distance, but is actually of a normal size (which one can only see if they stand close to Mr Tur Tur).

Now, what does this have to do with the plot of Three Houses? Well, the term Mock Giant can also refer to something that tries to appear big, but is actually rather small in size - or something that tries to appear like it says / has to say a lot, but actually says very little.

Three Houses is not some special Snowflake when it comes to this, in fact, a lot of modern media have this problem. Today's audiences, specifically mainstream-fandom, tend to expect a "greater message" in stories - my theory is that this is mainly the result of feeling a need to justify why you like something, and a great way to do so is to say "see, this thing is actually really deep, so I am an intellectual" (overly simplified), because intellect is something most societies value. While this trend has IMO been dying down a bit lately - thank Masahiro Sakurai! - it has also led to a trend in media where the meaningfulness of the plot is blown out of proportion, both by the medium itself, and by its audience.

I think it is important to say at this point: no story has to comment on society, politics, current trends or things that are generally perceived as important at a point in time (although they certainly can). Stories are allowed to be raw displays of emotion, or just simply fun (which is what Fire Emblem was before Three Houses. It wasn't trying to be deep, it was trying to be fun, and often succeeded at both). They don't have less value because they aren't "deep". Plus, "depth" is very subjective anyway - something that might mean a lot to one person might not even be interesting to the next.

To go back to the comparison between Fates and Three Houses Vee and emblemxeno made in their postings, both plots have premises that can roughly be summed up in one sentence. I'm attempting to make this funny, so please bear with me.

Fates: Mad Dragon orchestrates war between two countries, and a young noble finds themselves caught inbetween the frontlines Three Houses: Former school professor's student takes her wank with the school too far and starts a war (to this day, I wonder whether that is somehow supposed to be a metaphor for fandom and shipwars), and the former school professor's reaction is helping their former students to reach their goals in said war

I will admit, I actually had a way harder time to do this with Three Houses, but that's not because the story is deep. It's because there is so much unrelated stuff to the core premise going on in this game. And admittedly also because I' don't like this game, so I tried'd be losing my mind over this game if I took it seriously, so I didn't. Hope that was at least funny.

Anyway, here is the thing: depth in a story is not achieved by adding random stuff onto the premise. It's achieved by interpreting said premise in a meaningful way. Fates does this to some degree by making family a core theme of the game, which is a good choice because not only does it explain why Corrin finds themself caught inbetween the frontlines, it's also something that is relatable to many people. Therefore, it makes the plot more approachable, thus creating the potential for personal meaning - which, as we've discussed previously, can lead to more perceived depth in the story.

Meanwhile, Three Houses adds a bunch of stuff to its already confusing premise (by which I mean, why does a former school professor of all people get involved in all of this?). Examples include the unnecessary Fodlàn lore that gets tweaked depending on the route you play and has no value to the plot at all, or the secret faction that is only there to fill in some plotholes and so they could have dubstep in the OST.

I generally hesitate to call writing "good" or "bad", because how writing is perceived is very much context-dependent. However, I will say this: it's confusing writing, and also incredibly inefficient. Whereas Fates' family-thematic explains certain things already set up in its premise and therefore adds to it, many of Three Houses' "addons" are mostly or completely unrelated to the premise and thus don't add anything (this applies to gameplay features too by the way. Most infamously the fishing mechanic). They are only there to make the story appear bigger than it is - in other words, to turn the game into a Mock Giant.

It's a shame, because honestly? Three Houses does have an interesting premise. As I said before, why is it a former teacher who gets caught up in the war? Had they focused more on that instead of Fodlàn's excessive lore and the dozens of side characters (which they actually somewhat tried with Silver Snow, but it wasn't executed very well IMO, especially in the full picture), they could have made a genuinely interesting game that actually has more depth than the final product does. Which actually leads me to my next problem.

Byleth isn't interesting. Byleth isn't a character. Byleth is always right. So anyway, let's talk about Byleth.

One of the reasons why they didn't give the aforementioned former school professor a bigger role, and why even Silver Snow focuses more on Rhea than on them is because, let's be honest, the former school professor, Byleth, is just not very interesting. They are barely even a character.

Look, I get that Byleth is supposed to be a stand-in for the player, but that applies to every single avatar in a videogame (note: an avatar is, by the definition of Benjamin Beil and Andreas Rauscher, a character controlled by the player. As long as a character is controlled by the player, they are the avatar. This is the definition I'm going by, and since it applies to Byleth for a majority of the game, I am referring to them as the (primary) avatar character). There are many beloved characters, and none of them draw their appeal from being a Wooden Plank™.

*sigh* Unfortunately, this is the point where I feel like I have to talk about the different design choices for male and female Byleth. While Maleth wears light armor, which makes sense for his profession (Byleth is a mercenary in the beginning of the game), Femleth wears rather revealing clothing (to the point her stomach is exposed), barely any armor and looks very delicate for someone who has grown up being a mercenary. Her face, compared to Maleth, also looks much more immature, with big eyes and delicate features. While I personally don't think there is anything wrong designing a character like her per se, I can't help but notice the huge difference in how differently those two are represented solely based on their designs. It looks like Maleth was designed to be taken seriously, whereas Femleth was designed to be fanservice. There is a lot of underlying sexism with this one, and I don't like that.

That is not to say your avatars can't have sex appeal at all by the way. However, if you make players choose a gender (IntSys, here is an idea: gender-neutral avatar. Now don't hire me because I don't wanna work for you), please don't make it so one of them (doesn't matter which one) is disproportionally more fanservicey than the other.

It should also be said that sex appeal is not what makes a character interesting. For example, Zagreus from Hades does have non-accidental sex appeal (to the point where the storyboard for the trailer blatantly says "Zagreus wipes the blood off his hair SEXILY"), but the reason why a lot of people enjoy him as a character is because he is snarky to the point of being rude, but at the same time compelling motives for his actions (which also makes him relatable to the audience) and genuinely cares about those around him.

And yes, I know that Byleth's lack of a personality is somewhat explained, however, that does not make it better. The existence of this explaination takes the ability to invent a personality for Byleth away from the audience, which makes the argument that this is what players are supposed to do collapse in and of itself. Ultimately, it leads to Byleth lacking everything that a character, especially a main character, needs: a personality, goals and motives.

The latter also leads to the next problem: Byleth is extremely passive, which is generally not a great trait for a main character, especially in a video game and especially if said character is the primary avatar (since the avatar is the tool the player uses to interact with the world). Safe for one choice at the beginning of the game (two if you choose the Black Eagles), Byleth doesn't really have any involvement in the plot. The plot happens at them, not because of them and their choices. Which is pretty lame for a game that attempts to center itself around choices.

Let me compare Byleth and Robin, the player standin from Awakening, for a second. Yes, the player's choices choices do not significantly impact the plot, safe for the ending and two additional characters. However, Robin still feels involved in the plot (to the point of being at the center of it) and despite the fact that player choices do not impact the plot, it still feels like Robin's choices do. Wanna know why? Because Robin is a character, and their choices do impact the plot, even if the player isn't the one making them. In fact, the game's narrative constantly stresses the importance of Robin's choices (for example, by making them the tactician the rest of the group depends on), all in order to lead up to that single, final player choice that does impact the plot. This makes Robin an active character. The plot doesn't happen at them, a significant portion happens the way it does due to Robin's choices, which, by the way, are not always great. The narrative allows Robin to make some bad choices, which in addition to Robin being an active character VS Byleth being a passive "character" makes the former infinitely more interesting than the latter, who can according to 3Hs narrative never make bad choices.

Which brings me to the next point: Byleth is, at least according to the narrative, always right. What I mean by that is that Byleth is always on the winning side of the war, and can, as mentioned, never make a bad choice. This actively dehumanizes the character and thus makes them even less relatable than they already are, which... Once again... Unrelatability is not a trait you strive for in a protagonist, simply because it alienates the audience (especially when that's the character they're going to play as for a majority of the game). On top of that, it leads to a whole lot of other writing problems, but more about that later. Ironically, the only route in which Byleth becomes human again is the one which, according to the devs, is an afterthought.

Compare this to Fates. Yes, I know, Corrin has few fans, however, one thing that no one can deny is that over the course of the games, Corrin reflects a lot on their one choice that impacts the narrative (especially in Conquest), and whether it was really the right one. They aren't the only one to do this either: several other characters bring this choice up over the course of the plot, often forcing Corrin, and by extension the player, to think about it again.

The closest thing we get to another character questioning Byleth's choice in 3H and thus making the player reflect, is Edelgard's death scene in Silver Snow and Verdant Wind, which is cut short by Byleth executing her. What message was that supposed to send, I wonder? "You don't need to reflect on your choices, so we're just gonna make that bad other character there shut up"?

Anyway, speaking of Edelgard...

Edelgard should "get [her] fucking ass up and work" (Kim Kardashian), but doesn't. The only logical conclusion is that Kim Kardashian doesn't like Edelgard very much, and neither do I, so here is why

Edelgard is undeniably integral to Three Houses' plot. After all, she is the one who starts the war at the center of its plot, which makes her the antagonist... Or does it?

In any other Fire Emblem game, heck in most other pieces of media in general, this action alone would outright make her an antagonist, simply because of story structure and how that term is defined. The character who is the cause of / starts a conflict is, per definition (!) the antagonist. In Three Houses however, it's not so simple because the devs wanted to make a route following her, and because Byleth can never be wrong, that means they just couldn't make Edelgard an antagonist, could they? So therefore, the devs went on to reinvent story structures entirely and... Nah, I'm just kidding, Edelgard is still an antagonist. But yes, you can become one of her followers (which is not a new concept either, but hey, you don't have to reinvent the wheel every time you write a story).

Anyway, because Byleth is always right and the devs didn't want anyone to feel bad, they attempted the next best thing: creating a sympathetic antagonist. This is by no means a new concept either, and some characters who fit this archetype have garnered significant popularity. However, in order for your antagonist to become sympathetic, you have to humanize them. Usually, this means showing them in everyday situations, in which they act... Well, not like a villain, but more like a normal person, and / or explaining their motives. For the latter to really work, your antagonist needs something very important: a point. In other words, they actually have to be right about something they are trying to change.

To be fair, Three Houses does attempt this with Edelgard, the problem is that it doesn't work for a multitude of reasons, at least in my opinion.

First of all, whenever the writers try to humanize her by showing her acting more like a normal person, they usually go overboard in my opinion. This ends up in the character feeling uncannily quirky or even histrionic - like she is playing up traits that she may or may not have, but thinks others won't believe she has unless she plays them up, which ultimately leads to the entire thing coming across as dishonest to me (note that I'm not talking about the writing here, but about the things Edelgard is telling us).

This even affects her backstory, which is used to explain her motivation. When I watch / read that support conversation, it doesn't read like a genuine display of vulnerability to me, but like she is trying to manipulate me. Edelgard, over the course of the plot, lies repeadedly, or constructs narratives that either make no sense or actively contradict themselves, so this would not be out of character for her. This assumption is also enforced by the voice acting, and since that is an area where the game really shines, I like to think that this is not an accident, but a choice. Furthermore, we get no confirmation of her story by any outside parties. We only get the story from her, and please consider that this is the same character who, at the end of Azure Moon, willingly turns herself into a monster only to keep her war going a little bit longer (instead of surrendering like she tells everyone else to). In my opinion, it would not be out of character for her to have undergone those experiments willingly, and twisting the story later in order to gain sympathy. However, the game never even hints at this possibility, so that is more of a headcanon.

What I want to get at though is: I do not believe Edelgard's backstory. If I'm supposed to believe it because it's true, then that's badly written. If I'm not supposed to believe it because it's untrue, then it's also badly written because it is never clarified that her story isn't true. And if I'm supposed to believe it despite it being untrue... Just why would you write something like that? *checks notes* Oh, right. Byleth is always right.

"But what about Lysithea?" The only thing that Lysithea's backstory confirms in regards to Edelgard is that it is possible to implant people with a second crest, but that the survival rate is low, and therefore Edelgard is one of the lucky few (which, coming to think of it, might have inflated her ego quite a little bit). Also that Edelgard did indeed have blood reconstruction sugery done (but not whether it was against her will or not). Nothing more, nothing less.

Secondly, because... Does Edelgard even have a point? In order to answer that question, lets look at her motivations.

Edelgard's stated motivation is that she wants to rid the world of Crests, which she blames for the existence of most suffering in Fodlàn. Now, remember what I said about the plot being a Mock Giant before? Yeah, this is also why. Crests are completely unrelated to the premise, and just another unnecessary thing added in order to add "depth" to the story, explain a gameplay mechanic that didn't need this much explaining in the first place (by extension, it didn't need to be a mechanic at all), and explain Edelgard's motivation. Therefore, Edelgard's motivation has no relation to the overall premise. Yes, Byleth and her have the same Crest, but that is the only tangential connection, and it is never expanded upon, which makes it feel disconnected again. To be fair, they try to connect Edelgard to Byleth more by having her do all her obsessive teenie crush stuff, but this doesn't work as connection because Edelgard's crush on Byleth is unrelated to her motivations.

There is also the thing that actions speak louder than words, and Edelgard's actions are not in line with her stated motivations. If she really wanted to get rid of crests, she wouldn't have to invade other countries to do so. She is an Empress, for goddamn sake! She can do all the reforms she wishes in Adrestia!! There is also her declaration of war, which hinges highly on a narrative that is contradicted at multiple points in the rest of the game - that the Church separated the Kingdom and the Alliance from the Empire, thus denying the other two countries their sovereignty (which is very similar to imperialist narratives in the real world). All of this suggests that her problem with Crests is only an excuse, and that her true motive is that she wants to expand her own power.

The narrative tries to solve this problem by having Edelgard blame the Church for the existence of Crests too. This however doesn't make sense for two reasons: firstly because the Church plays no role in Edelgard's alleged backstory, and instead it was the secret bad faction - the Slitherers - who experimented on her. However, the Slitherers are also Edelgard's allies. Yes, she does get rid of them after the war, but this doesn't contradict the assumption that her actual motivation is to expand her own power. In my opinion, it even reinforces it.

So, Edelgard's motivations only make sense if she is lying. Which brings me back to the question: does she have a point? With all that we have discussed up until now, no, she doesn't. Whatever point Edelgard might have about the Crests causing inequality in Fodlàn's society is diminished once you realize that her actions are not in line with this motivation, so her true motivation is likely something else.

This is not to say that Fodlàn is perfect before Edelgard's war by the way. It is only to say that Edelgard's motives do not make her sympathetic, because she ultimately does not have a point.

Thirdly, can she even have a point? After all, Byleth is always right, and apparently no one wanted players to feel bad when she gets killed in every route but Crimson Flower. So no, Edelgard not only doesn't have a point, she can't have a point. This problem affects Rhea and Dimitri too by the way, but I think Edelgard's case is the worst in the entire game (due to her narrative position as the antagonist).

This however manuevers the game's narrative into a dead end: on one hand, they want to give players the option to walk with Edelgard. However, because Byleth is always right and cannot be evil, that means Edelgard has to be sympathetic. But because Edelgard gets killed in every other route (by Byleth themselves in two of them), they can't let her have a point because Byleth is always right. Which is how we end up with Edelgard lying about her motivations, which, while not out of character for her, is confusing because the fact that she is lying is never exposed by the narrative (because if it was, it would make her unsympathetic and then Byleth would be wrong for following her and Byleth cannot be wrong, so go figure).

This isn't even going into how a lot of Edelgard's actions are considered inexcusable by a wide audience (including genocide), which means that ultimately, no arguments can be made in her favor. This doesn't necessarily exclude her from the sympathetic antagonist role though - take Xehanort from Kingdom Hearts as an example.

For those of you unfamiliar with the series, the central conflict is between darkness and light, however, the game stresses that those aren't polar opposites, but part of a greater balance. This balance is usually tapped in favor of the light, which is something Xehanort wants to fix (note that the necessary balance is something the heroes also strive for, so Xehanort does have a point). However, the way he attempts to do this is by wiping out the entire universe and everyone in it, only to recreate it in a balanced state (so essentially genocide). It should be noted that he employs a logic that is somewhat similar to Edelgard's in that he justifies his actions by saying that the strong should decide over the fate of the weak (implying that he thinks of himself as strong).

The reason why Xehanort, as opposed to Edelgard, works as a (somewhat) sympathetic antagonist and even protagonist of his own story (a.k.a. Kingdom Hearts: Dark Road) is because he is a fleshed out character with relatable struggles (e.g. having impossibly high expectations placed on him by the residents of Scala Ad Caelum), but also because his actions are always framed as wrong. For example, in order to further his goals, he experiments on two important characters of the series - Ventus and Kairi respectively - in the latter's case even when she is still basically a toddler. Not only are these experiments consistently portrayed as cruel, we also see the effects they have on those characters (especially the latter during her PTSD-episode in Melody of Memory). His logic is also challenged by Sora, the main protagonist of the series, at the end of Kingdom Hearts III, which not only makes for a satisfying conclusion, but also cements why Xehanort was wrong the entire time.

This does not happen with Edelgard. The game attempts to make her sympathetic, but fails at it due to the limbo we have already discussed, and it only frames her inexcusable actions accordingly whenever it benefits the main point of the narrative that Byleth is always right. Furthermore, we never really see the consequences of Edelgard's war, which makes it more difficult to perceive the impact of her actions, especially in Crimson Flower.

It should also not go unmentioned that another reason why Xehanort works whereas Edelgard doesn't is that Xehanort doesn't get to actually see his genocide-plans through. Meanwhile, Edelgard does so in the route where she is supposed to be sympathetic, and while this can be prevented by the player by letting Seteth and Flayn escape, doing so has zero impact on the plot.

The result is, unfortunately, a character that could have been the best antagonist Fire Emblem has ever written, but ultimately ends up being a character who has to fulfill the impossible task of contradicting the narrative while not contradicting the narrative. Edelgard doesn't work as a character no matter which angle you approach her from, because she can never fulfill her narrative function. Combine that with how much wasted potential she is, and you know why I do not like this character.

Speaking of the narrative, let's talk about unsatisfying conclusions.

Fodlàn gets reunited. So what?

At the end of each route Fodlàn gets reunited, and I get to say "yay" unenthusiastically because... Does it even matter?

Here is the thing: Fodlàn's reunion is not the goal of any of the important characters, except Edelgard, who, as we have established, is the game's antagonist. Ironically, this means that the only time that the game actually wants this to be a satisfying conclusion is when the antagonist wins, which is a really weird narrative choice especially with how it's framed (antagonist ultimately gets what she wants without having a point, Slitherers aren't dealt with, etc.), which ultimately makes it unsatisfying as well.

The other routes are just as bad in this regard though.

Let's start with Azure Moon. Dimitri is our designated protagonist because Byleth still isn't a character. Azure Moon mainly revolves around being Dimitri's Redemption Arc, so to speak. The goal of the story is for Dimitri to become a good king, and to take Faerghus back from the Empire. Uniting Fodlàn is not necessary to reach this goal. It makes sense to take Edelgard out in order to stop her attacks on Faerghus, yes, but apart from that, the plot needs to bend over backwards to even reach the point of reunification in this route - mainly by having Claude hand over the Alliance to Dimitri for absolutely no reason. Also, surely there were people to take over the Empire from Edelgard. I'd be very surprised if Hubert murdered all of them.

Verdant Wind makes a little bit more sense in this regard in that it at least explains why no other competent rulers are available: Dimitri has been killed offscreen and Faerghus is in chaos, Rhea had character development and wants to step down, Edelgard is dead to and yeah... I guess there are still people who could take over, but at least in this route the reunification makes somewhat sense. That doesn't mean it's satisfying though. Byleth, who is still barely a character, somehow becomes monarch of Fodlàn despite the fact that this was never set up, Claude returns to Almyra (which was also not set up) and just in general, the ending doesn't feel earned. At least it kinda relates to Claude's goal, which was to bring Fodlàn together (which makes his sudden choice to leave all the more disappointing and confusing), I suppose.

As for Silver Snow... What was even the goal of that one again? *checks notes* I guess it was to defeat Edelgard and free Rhea... But that happens in Chapter 18. Then they defeat the Slitherers and somehow Rhea is the endboss. So I guess Fodlàn is threat-free after that and maybe that was the overarching goal of the storyline. Again, uniting Fodlàn is technically not necessary in order to complete the narrative goal, however, it becomes necessary because all other leaders are gone (again, pretty sure they could just leave that in capable hands though. But no). Due to this, the reunification feels very forced, anticlimactic and unrewarding here as well.

All in all, this wouldn't even be a bad thing - if it weren't for Three Houses trying to make this reunification seem like this big deal that secretly everyone wanted, even though no one alluded to such a thing throughout the rest of the plot (except Edelgard, but we already talked about her). Ngl, I would have loved if Three Houses went for a "war is senseless"-message - because that is how all of this actually would have worked (plus, "war is terrible" was generally an underlying theme I could make out in previous entires to the series. Maybe that's just me though). But the game doesn't do that. Instead, it once more tries to make a big deal out of something that quite frankly isn't one, and on top tries to turn an honestly bitter occassion into a joyful one. Fuck you, game!

By the way, this is something another user (inquisitorjeeves) has touched on in another reblog of this post as well. I agree with many of their points, and think that they bring some genuinely good ideas on how to improve 3Hs writing in general on the table, so I encourage you to read that post as well.

Obvious Quality Issues

I'm gonna keep this brief, both because I'm tired and wanna stop talking about this game already. Luckily, I actually don't have too much to say about this, so lets just list everything apart from the bad writing, which I already addressed. Oh, and the gameplay, which is just fucking boring, but I'm not gonna get into that because otherwise we'll still be here tomorrow. Anyway, quality issues.

Silver Snow and Verdant Wind are basically the same story with only a few dialogues, the final boss, and additional minor story beats changed.

Crimson Flower is shorter than all the other routes, ends with an unresolved conflict that is then resolved offscreen, has no cutscenes apart from its ending and instead relies on CGs, and generally feels very much like the afterthought the developers admitted it is in an interview.

Speaking of CGs, many of them are underwhelming or just not very good. Like...

I'm sorry, but those illustrations are not only pretty low-effort (simple linearts, flat coloring with barely any shading, aggressive reuse of backgrounds or lack thereof, expressions or other facial details that are off, ...), they also aren't flattering. Nothing against the people who made them - they are clearly talented artists, but with a lack of time and budget. I mean, I probably couldn't do it better, but that doesn't mean they aren't terrible... Okay, screw that, even I could probably do better at this point! This is not the quality standard I expect from an AAA-title, please pay your artists better and give them more time, especially since those artists are clearly able to make impressive CGs with the appropriate resources:

(by the way, that one was DLC-exclusive. The DLC-CGs are a lot better than those of the basegame in general)

Edelgard is an alleged Daenerys Targaryen clone, yes that counts as a quality issue because I don't know where else to put it.

The cutscenes very in quality. Like, you can tell that some cutscenes were animated by different studios / teams, because some use the 3D models, while others use 2D animation (which is also varying in quality). This is not only jarring, it is disappointing considering that Fates and especially Awakening had great cutscenes, and Echoes wasn't bad at this either.

Speaking of animation, the animation in dialogue scenes is very low-quality. Every character has the same two or three expressions, which they repeat across the entire roster. While I don't have anything against support conversations and plot dialogue being minimalistic per se (as this has always been something Fire Emblem tended to be minimalistic about), it just doesn't look good at all as the animations are stiff and fail to express what they are meant to express.

Some cutscenes aren't well-placed and thus don't feel like they mark an important story element, instead they're trailer bait (I think we all know which ones I'm talking about).

You can't pet the cats at the monestary (okay, that one is purely subjective).

Conclusion: Byleth is (mostly) to Blame

In the end, a lot of bad narrative choices can be traced back to the treatment of the avatar character, which is in and of itself handled really badly. Storybeats that are supposed to add more depth ultimately make the story more shallow due to how random and unnecessary they are. I'm tired.

*sigh*

Fire Emblem was one of my favorite game series before Three Houses. It isn't anymore, and that is in large part due to Three Houses. Yes, the community played its part in why I didn't enjoy this entry as well, I'd be lying if I said that isn't the case. But Three Houses lacks absolutely everything I appreciated about Fire Emblem.

I hope Engage can revive my interest in the series, and bring back that spark I had when I first played Awakening as a teenager. It looks great so far! I like the art direction, I think the game looks like it'll go back to being about fun rather than forced "depth", and I do have hope. I'll definitely keep my eye on it, but I'm holding back on buying it for now.

That being said, this was my opinion on Three Houses, and honestly, I never want to talk about this game again. I would just like to forget it exists, and hopefully now that I've finally gotten my feelings about it out, I can do that. If you have read up until here and put up with my bad jokes (sorry, but if I hadn't put them there, I would have lost my mind) - sincerely, thank you❣️I hope you have an amazing day, and maybe I'll see you around.

Like alright, say what you will about Fates’s story. Love it or hate it, at least we all generally agree on what the fuck happened.

No one is still discussing 3H because the story is just that Deep™️ and Good™️ that there’s always something more to find. People are still discussing 3H because people fundamentally do not agree on key aspects of the plot. And I cannot stress this enough, that’s just bad writing.

Like, can you imagine if we went the entirety of Triangle Strategy without defining whether or not the Roselle were actually oppressed or not, and that plot point was left entirely up to “how oppressed do you want them to be?” The oppression of the Roselle is not only a major aspect of one main character’s arc, it’s also a key detail for the entire conflict of the game. You cannot remove it or alter it significantly without running into some severe writing problems.

Like picture with me, for a moment, a Triangle Strategy wherein, on Frederica’s route, you discover that the Roselle have been horrifically oppressed for hundreds of years and your goal is to break them out. However on Roland’s route, because they didn’t want you to feel too bad about liking Roland, they game said “actually the Roselle aren’t that oppressed and even if they were, enslaving them is a necessity, so Roland has a point, actually. Fredrica is just overreacting.” Not only do both of those viewpoints exist within the game, the developers do nothing to develop the Roselle outside of their one appearance in either ending.

That’s basically how 3H treats the Nabateans. Their genocide at the hands of humanity is not only a key plot point, it’s the entire basis of the main character’s existence. Without it, Byleth would not exist. It should be important. But actually utilizing that or engaging with the questions it brings up would make one of the lords look bad. So the Nabateans have to live in this awkward space where they’re clearly a genocided race, the game says as much, but the game can’t focus on that too much for fear of making their main waifu less marketable. So you have Verdant Wind “my family was slaughtered by humans who drank their blood and turned their bones into gruesome weapons. Everyone and everything I ever loved was taken from me and I’ve been fighting desperately to get it back ever since” right next to Crimson Flower “lol, she’s crazy and evil, whatever, just kill her because I think she needs to be stopped” right next to Azure Moon “Rhea who? Never heard of her.”

The game can’t ever commit to one thing with her because committing to one thing with her risks making another major character come off as fundamentally unappealing (or just plain stupid, depending on which version of Rhea/worldbuilding they commit to). And then just for extra lols, the game literally gives you a library with a bunch of Alternative Facts Worldbuilding and says “idk, just pick which version you like best.” If the game can’t even agree on the basic fundamentals of a character and lore, how are we supposed to? Which is why we keep having the same goddamn arguments over and over. Not because the game is deep, but because the game can’t commit.

[refairy]

YEAHH IT’S HERE OMG!!! i’m so excited to read this

[…] you were going to spend a day with Peter at Stark Tower as his attempt to make up for the many days and nights he was swinging against buildings instead of lying in bed with you.

peter actively making up for stuff like this is something i’d expect from him but it still makes my heart flutter. he’s so sweet & i love him! that’s my BOYFRIENDDD

She hated to admit it but she was having fun.

MJ!!!! i love that reader is more comfortable being around her, she’s such a cute addition to the fic 🥺 & the fact that she chose the outfit… the juxtaposition to reader trying to assimilate with peter & co & now mj’s doing it for her. it’s so cute

To him, you seemed to be getting prettier each time the sun came up over the horizon.

yup YUP so true, i do 🥰💝

The quiet squeal you gave truthfully made him flustered while simultaneously worsening his desire to spot your entire face with kisses until he felt like it was enough even though he was still shy about things like that.

ok so do it angel boy, my pretty face is right here & super kissable! 🙄😐

The quiet squeal you gave truthfully made him flustered while simultaneously worsening his desire to spot your entire face with kisses until he felt like it was enough even though he was still shy about things like that.

“You still look pretty.”

him being attentive & noticing you’ve changed something in your outfit, oh my god & the compliment he gives you straight after 😩

The task was elementary and you did it with the glitter sharpie that you took everywhere with you. It was Peter’s idea after you had grown bored of just watching him read literary works about physics. He may have been pretty enough to gawk at, but you were born impatient first and he secretly found it adorable. He would never admit it though.

sb seeing all his stuff labelled with glitter sharpie & him not even blinking twice at it 🥺 also “but you were born impatient first” so true!

He put down his tools for a second, kissed your wrist, and went right back too calibrating.

when i tell you about how much i love wrist kisses. hand kisses in general. if i did not get them as often as i did, i would die. PETER GIVING THEM EVEN THOUGH HE’S BUSY… 😍

“Maybe.” His eyes squinted with a nervous laugh escaping his pink lips. “Actually, no—”

oh my dumb baby 😭 sidenote: i could hear his voice so vividly with this omggg

“He’s my boyfriend.” you declared as you cheerfully latched onto Peters arm. In most circumstance, Peter would nervously nod his head and smile as the person who asked would look on in disbelief but for a little while.

YES HE ISS 🥰☺️😊

He did not mind your absence until he heard your giggling after Quentin had whispered something to you. It could not have been that funny. At least that was what Peter thought as he pretended not to watch Mr. Beck show you something on his phone that started an entirely new conversation.

reader: giggles w quentin

peter while thinking i’m pretty as hell:

“I need a new red wire, a new metal plate, and some—" He was so excited to get the idea out that he was choking on his own words.

oh he’s the cutest! aniqua u write him so well, my heart is fluttering

“Yes!” he kissed your forehead when he got up and he said “there’s this supply closet at the end of the hall. Could you get me the box of the wires and metal plates? The metal plates are like the size of an eye shadow palette.”

i love how he described it w something reader would understand 🥺

[…] from all the hand lotions that you Peter liked to buy you from the drug store since it was the only thing he could afford to gift you surprisingly.

i love this little detail so much. broke as hell but still likes to buy gifts, i love that so much

and if Peter was not a short walk away, he would have cared to wonder what other parts of you were just as soft.

quentin u r a loser, i have the cutest boyfriend in the world

“My daddy says I’m too pretty to curse.” You turned to him to get your point across but he was still looming over you and very close, so you stopped rambling dead in your tracks.

THIS WAS SO CUTEEE

The sight made annoyed him, but your pure enthusiasm and oblivious nature made it twice as hard to hold any form of malice or irritation toward you. That did not mean that he could not hold it against the other scientist in the room.

period, direct all that irritation 2 beck 😚☺️

The way you marveled at the city and the projected locals form where you stood would have made Peter gush in any other circumstance but the moment, they had been placed in France he was entirely sour and his mood for the rest of the day was as rotten as an apple at the bottom of the basket.

NOT HIM RUINING MY BOYFRIEND’S SURPRISE. i’m blowing this entire tower up

That’s not good for you.” You brushed his hair aside with your fingers and watched as he unintentionally leaned into the warmth of your hand. “What’s wrong?”

him unintentionally leaning in even though he’s sulking is SO peter. again: love the detail, you write him SO well

“You were so close to him for most of the time that we were here.“ His voice was not accusatory because it was whiney more than anything else. The realization of what he meant snapped two fingers in your face and caused you to giggle without volition.

i love how whiny he is. VERY him & very og peter parker 🥺🥰

“God, you’re beautiful,” he thought.

“Do you want me to kiss it better, Petey?”

“Please,”

BUTTERFLIES <3333 & the way you described the kiss?

As he made wet rose petals all over your collar,

this is so pretty omg 🥺☺️

“You’ve got this,” he encouraged and you nodded at his reassurance. “I’m right here.”

ANIQUA WHEN I TELL YOU I HAD TO PUT MY PHONE DOWN FOR THIS OH MY GODDDD LET ME BREATHE

So, when he helped you unpack what love felt like, you were frequently disoriented by the euphoria that came from having him inside you.

your narrative makes everything sound so romantic & i am obsessed with it. YOUR WRITING IS SO PRETTY

“You’re not supposed to curse,” he mocked.

OKAY 🙄🙄🙄 let’s go back to talking about how you were so jealous u were practically sulking in a corner

this was so 🔥 i’m in awe of literally everything u write — you are so talented, aniqua oh my god. when i said everyone needs to run you your check i MEANT it!!!! everything you write is so perfect. your characterisation of peter? mwah! he’s so perfect. i get butterflies every time i read your fics

THIS WAS SO LONG, I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE I’M SO SORRY LMFAOOOO

Peter Parker x Bimbo!Wealthy!Reader x Quentin Beck

word count: 4.2K

genres: University!AU, angst(?), fluff, smut

warnings: mature sexual content, cussing, suggestive content

summary: Your fall semester at university ushers in uncertainty in your ability to do well in your courses while simultaneously creating a strain in your relationship with Peter.

author’s note: this isn’t proofread because my internet wants to act funny so I’ll fix it up a few hours after post. this is the unofficial sequel to this oneshot

Selecting any form of attire that was both equal parts comfortable and cute was typically never an arduous task, but you were going to spend a day with Peter at Stark Tower as his attempt to make up for the many days and nights he was swinging against buildings instead of lying in bed with you. After your early morning lecture, you spent a lot of time at home asking MJ for her candid opinions on your clothing by practically strapping her to your big chair while you walked in and out of your closet.

“How ‘bout this one?” you proposed as you twirled around.

“Can you avoid getting food on it?” she asked as she inspected at the all-white ensemble. She hated to admit it but she was having fun.

“Maybe,” you lightly argued. She looked at you with a challenging expression while simultaneously petting Kitty Purry as the tired feline rested on her lap. “Ugh, fine.”

By the time she had settled on your choice of attire—the outfit was entirely her idea, and you were proud—, the clock on your wall was far from the position where you wished to leave the building. So, you swiftly wished MJ good luck with babysitting a slightly sick cat and hailed a taxi to the glistening building.

Upon your arrival, you sent Peter a text that announced your presence once you had exited the yellow vehicle. Before you could even spend a proper minute in the lobby, the elevator door opened with him inside.

To him, you seemed to be getting prettier each time the sun came up over the horizon. The short, pink skirt you wore may have prompted a few glances of confusion your way but that did not keep Peter from being tempted to kiss you in the center of the lobby.

“Morning,” he greeted you and you watched in wonder at how his cheeks grew when he was happy. Without any preparation, you had put the large paper bag you were holding down for a second and captured him in an excited hug. The quiet squeal you gave truthfully made him flustered while simultaneously worsening his desire to spot your entire face with kisses until he felt like it was enough even though he was still shy about things like that.

You came out of the hug in excited haste and picked up the bag you were carrying.

“I brought you somethin’,” you told him as you lightly shook the bag in your hand. He looked inside to see a box of cookies but most importantly a cup of blue jello.

“God, thank you,” he said with a wide smile that made his eyes smaller. He gave a quick peck on your forehead when he thought no one was looking, then sent a wave to the woman at the front desk and led you to the elevator with the bag in his hand.

Graciously, the tower was not at its busiest moment yet, so you got to hold his hand on your way up without the feeling of being watched.

“What happened to the white shoes?” he asked. Even though you were in a rush, you texted him a mirror photo of what you were wearing just before you left because you liked it when he called you pretty with many digital hearts following after. But halfway through the living room, you could feel the pain of pressure biting at your toes.

“They hurt too much so I wore these.” He watched you click your mary-janes together.

“You still look pretty.”

“Thank you,” your bright smile made your teeth look whiter than the bleached thigh highs you wore.

When you stepped onto his floor and made it to his work room, you could not help the gasp that released itself from your chest. The neatest of the room, the sleekness of the furniture, and the machinery and tools that were placed all around it almost impressed you more than any gem you had been given.

“This is so neat,” you gawked at the space and walked over to the invention at the center of it.

He swayed in unrealized bashfulness as you looked at his work. “I’ve just been working on a few separate random projects.” He walked toward you.

“Do you ever work on your suit here?” you whispered and suddenly came close enough to touch your nose with his.

“Sometimes,” he laughed and watched his reflection in your shining eyes. Peter liked the privacy of his “spidey-man cave” but sometimes he did not mind chatting with other people as he made less secretive projects, so he was often in the room on the lower floor. “But definitely not in here. I go all the way up to the third to last floor for that.”

It did not take a long for he and you to create some form of a poor rehearsed routine. He worked on his machinery, and you would help him retrieve some items or look over his shoulder while he was working. The latter made his chest ache as if he was dating you for the first time as he was attempting to tighten a screw.

“Open,” you would say every so often with a cookie in your hand. You fed him it after an hour had passed and took a bite of one as you watched him chew.

Many minutes ran by quickly and eventually you took upon the simple task of labeling, organizes, and cleaning recycled parts that he would be using in the future. The task was elementary and you did it with the glitter sharpie that you took everywhere with you. It was Peter’s idea after you had grown bored of just watching him read literary works about physics. He may have been pretty enough to gawk at, but you were born impatient first and he secretly found it adorable. He would never admit it though.

Just as your phone displayed noon across the lock screen, your feet were dangling over a table in the room as bubblegum pop was playing on a low setting on the room’s speaker. You watched Peter work attentive and watched how his cheeks puffed in concentration.

Without expectation, he felt a kiss on his cheek that shocked him more than the electricity that he frequently worked with. He put down his tools for a second, kissed your wrist, and went right back too calibrating.

“That’s supposed to be a generator right?” you asked.

“Mhm.”

“Do generators always get smokey like that?” you asked him as he was writing down some observations.

“Maybe.” His eyes squinted with a nervous laugh escaping his pink lips. “Actually, no—”

He rapidly unplugged it but that did not stop the fire alarm in his lab from going off. Thankfully, the alert was not for the whole building, but it did prompt a very annoyed neighbor to knock on his door.

“Come in!” he yelled as he helped fanned the smoke detector with a textbook and you with your checkbook.

“Peter, what the hell is going on?” you heard a voice say but you kept your attention on fanning the machine even when the beeping stopped just to be sure.

“Sorry, Mr. Beck.” He shoved his hands in his pockets to get ready to briefly explain what happened, but the scientist had his entire attention on you until you turned around to meet Peter where he was.

“Y/N?” Quentin said in disbelief.

“Oh my, gosh! Quentin?” He had you in a hug before you could understand what was happening. The scientist squeezed you tightly while discreetly taking in the expensive and familiar scent of your hair.

Peter was oblivious to what he was watching and could only stand with his heals rocking back and forth in silence as he watched how secure Quentin’s hands were at your waist when he embraced you. It almost felt like Peter had eaten a sour piece of candy since he was making an effort to hold back the expression that was forming on his face. He finally came back to earth when his name was mentioned.

“How do you know Peter?” Quentin asked after stepping back to see how close the both of you were standing. The sight almost caused a snicker to bubble from his throat.

“He’s my boyfriend.” you declared as you cheerfully latched onto Peters arm. In most circumstance, Peter would nervously nod his head and smile as the person who asked would look on in disbelief but for a little while. He was not ignorant to the fact that you guys looked vastly different most times with you looking “way out of his league” (That’s what Flash told him one time). However, that time he felt proud enough to puff how his chest a bit more than usual and clear his throat in a pour attempt to meet Quentin at the height that he stood.

“That’s cute,” he replied with a polite smile.

“Petey,” you turned to with an unyielding optimistic grin. “Quentin is a friend of the family. My uncle sometimes sponsors his work.”

“I haven’t been around much recently because I’ve been busy but now that my project is coming to a close,” he was now looking at you more than he was looking at Peter, “we’ll be seeing each other more often.”

“Are you coming to the event my mom is hosting next week?” you asked.

It went like that for a little while as Peter watched how your cheeks swelled and how Quentin laughed as you both talked endlessly as if he was not holding onto your hand for dear life. He did not mind listening to you talk ad nauseum to Quentin about dinners and extravagant events since that’s what you enjoyed. But he would be lying if he did not confess, he felt left out of the conversation.

Peter never noticed how subconsciously he was tugging at the hem of your cardigan sleeve until Quentin said with a laugh. “Relax, Peter.” He quickly loosens his grip on you’re the cotton fabric and cleared his throat while the curls of his here brushed his brows as he looked at the dirt on his old converse. “Do you mind if I steal you for a minute?” Quentin asked you.

You looked to Peter to signal your short departure and he just nodded and went back to where he was work. He did not care to try and listen on the conversation even though he could hear it from where he sat because he did not find it all that interesting to him. As a result, he kept poking and prodding at the generator to examine what was wrong and what part was faulty.

He did not mind your absence until he heard your giggling after Quentin had whispered something to you. It could not have been that funny. At least that was what Peter thought as he pretended not to watch Mr. Beck show you something on his phone that started an entirely new conversation.

After a half of an hour of digressing, you were finally back by Peter’s side after waving to Quentin as he returned to his lab across the hall.

“Sorry, I took so long,” you said. You plopped yourself onto the table he was working at as he was seated at the chair pushed into it. You both were so close again and he liked it. It made him warm even when the autumn chill from the outside threated to leak through the windows.

“It’s okay,” he said with a genuine smile.

He laid his head on your thigh, where your skirt and skin met, as he tried to decipher a past research article on his phone. You went back to putting similar looking screws together until Peter had an “aha” moment

“I need a new red wire, a new metal plate, and some—" He was so excited to get the idea out that he was choking on his own words.

You laughed at his enthusiasm and frantic back and forth walking. “Need some help?”

“Yes!” he kissed your forehead when he got up and he said “there’s this supply closet at the end of the hall. Could you get me the box of the wires and metal plates? The metal plates are like the size of an eye shadow palette.”

One your way back to getting the supplies, the door to Quentin’s lab was slightly ajar and when you passed it you heard him calling your name. You did not anticipate being in there for so long but when he asked you if you could get him another screwdriver in the supply closet, you jumped at the chance to help.

When you had returned to his lab room with the tool he asked, “Do you want to do it?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t see why not.”

Quentin watched carefully over your shoulder as you tried secured two pieces into place and when you were a bit shaky, he took your hand that held the screwdriver to steady your motions. He instantly notices how they were much softer than his from all the hand lotions that you Peter liked to buy you from the drug store since it was the only thing he could afford to gift you surprisingly. Quentin liked it the smoothness of your hand and if Peter was not a short walk away, he would have cared to wonder what other parts of you were just as soft.

“I hope I don’t freaking break it,” you admitted carefully.

“‘Freaking’” he laughed.

“My daddy says I’m too pretty to curse.” You turned to him to get your point across but he was still looming over you and very close, so you stopped rambling dead in your tracks.

“Well, he is right about you being pretty.”

“Thank you!” you chirped and had forgotten about the awkwardness of the situation just as quickly as you noticed it. “Everyone says I get it from my mom.” Without dwelling on the compliment, you kept on securing the next screw.

“What brings you here?” You heard Quentin say to whomever walked through the door.

Peter had wondered where you had gone and if you were lost just to see you in the lab next door with Quentin’s hand blatantly over on yours.

“Hey, Peter!” You waved with the other hand. “Look at what I just did!”

The sight made annoyed him, but your pure enthusiasm and oblivious nature made it twice as hard to hold any form of malice or irritation toward you. That did not mean that he could not hold it against the other scientist in the room.

“That’s great,” he said with a tight smile. “I just came by because I thought she got lost,” he told Quentin.

“Oh,” you quickly recalled what you left his workspace for. “Sorry. Quentin asked me to get him something too and then I completely forgot what I was doing.” You slipped from under the older scientist’s loaming height and scurried back to your boyfriend.

“Wait, before you go, do you want to see this thing in action?” Quentin asked.

“Sure.” you agreed.

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to see?”

“Huh?” you said.

“A place, thing, person. Something you’ve never seen.

You thought about that idea and did not have much that came to you at first since you were always given everything that you had ever wanted. If you had not seen something, it was because you never asked.

“I dont know.” you shrugged your shoulders and looked to Peter for any ideas.

Without any further commands, Quentin started his machine and brought you to the outside world as if he made a teleporter.

“Holy shit,” Peter gasped when he saw how they went from standing in the lab to a forest that he had never seen before. The only indication that it was a deception was how easily his hand phased through a plant.

“I can show you just about everywhere with this with the same amount of resolution as the human eyes. He took you through locations like he was flipping pages in catalogue and eventually landed in Paris out of random selection.

The way you marveled at the city and the projected locals form where you stood would have made Peter gush in any other circumstance but the moment, they had been placed in France he was entirely sour and his mood for the rest of the day was as rotten as an apple at the bottom of the basket.

While you left Quentin’s lab a bit ecstatic from seeing the Louvre, every time you glanced at Peter on your way back to his generator his eyes seem glassy, and his lips were tight.

“You okay?” You poked at his face to get him to laugh but he did not.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied with a convincing enough nod.

“Hey, Petey.” You peeked into the room to see Peter was entirely focused on his generator. It was lunchtime and Quentin had invited you to have eat with him. “Petey?”

“Yeah?” While he did not his voice did not mirror disinterest, he did sound slightly annoyed.

“Wanna come to get lunch with Quentin with me?”

“I’m good,” he replied.

“You’re not hungry?” You questioned as you walked toward him. He could hear your shoes clicking against the floor but he wasn’t looking at you yet

“I’ll just finish the cookies you got for me.”

“That’s not good for you.” You brushed his hair aside with your fingers and watched as he unintentionally leaned into the warmth of your hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’”

“Please tell me. You’ve been acting a funny all day.”

“That’s because ‘Quentin’ has been hanging out with you all day,” he murmured. By the afternoon, jealousy had entirely centered itself in the pits of Peter’s stomach and it festered like a bad apple.

“I’m confused,” you admitted.

“You were so close to him for most of the time that we were here." His voice was not accusatory because it was whiney more than anything else. The realization of what he meant snapped two fingers in your face and caused you to giggle without volition.“Y/N." Now his face was beet red along with his ears. If he did not look disheartened then he certain did after your laugh.

“I’m sorry. Really, I am.” You quickly stopped your teasing smirk when you saw the slight dejection that made an appearance all over his soft features.

“Don’t be sorry,” he sighed “I’m just a little upset that he kinda soiled the surprise I had for you.”

“Surprise?”

“I talked to your dad and everything and we were gonna take a trip to the Louvre since you like paintings so much.” As he went about the intricacies of his idea your heart got bigger at the mentions of the hoops Peter kept through to make you happy. “I don’t know,” he said after rambling. He then put his head down on the desk to keep his anxiety from flying off the handle and accidentally meeting someone in it’s path.

“Yah know,” you brought your face close to where he laid his head, “I still would love to see France in real life with you.” The projection was a wonder to see but it lacked the ability to imitate the physical feeling of the country and the atmosphere that was packaged with it. Your words must have made it passed his anxiousness because he looked up at you from where you stood.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he thought.

“Do you want me to kiss it better, Petey?”

“Please,”

You had no time to think about how sometimes spoiled Peter just like your family did to you, but less with material possessions and more with physical affection. You pulled him in from the collar of his jacket and watched in an instant how the pale look on his face turned red as he tried to hold back his eyes from widening even further and his lips from smiling on their own command. You let your lips massage his as you made a feast out of the softness of his mouth. You married your lips together as if you had enough breath in your lungs to kiss him for a year.

You never intended to go any further than a flaming kiss but Peter was still emerging from his swamp of jealousy so he greedily pulled you closer by your waist with an unintentional strength that was fueled by desperation. This nearly made you stumble but he was too dazed in your scent to let anything keep him from kissing you like he wanted to all day.

His hands were moving quicker than his head which was operating slower than his heart. By the time he traveled from biting your lip to your shoulder, he had whisked you from where you stood to plant you on the desk that he had spent countless nights working over.

He did not mind the papers getting wrinkled or wet because by all means he was already buried miles below all the feelings he had for you. As he made wet rose petals all over your collar, you felt the cold in the room that you were avoiding. Your cardigan was on the ground right where Peter’s jacket was.

That was all you needed to see and you understood exactly how far he wanted to go even with the door being unlocked.

“P-peter,” you tried to get his attention as he pulled at the skin on the top of your breast but the feeling of him pushing your flesh like dough locked your speech in your throat right with your common sense. “The do-door.”

In between interrupted kisses he whined. “It’s too far.”

You laughed at his unwillingness to be interrupted from his ever-consuming desires and hoped that whoever thought to visit the hall preferred to knock before making themselves welcome.

Eventually, when Peter was satisfied with the hickeys that he had pulled into existence all of your skin, he found entertainment in watching you squirm as his soft hands traveled from your knees to your mid-thigh, and then under your pink skirt.

The room felt so foggy from the steam you both gave off when you went back to kissing him again. The vapor clouded your vision but also your thoughts so when his fingers had found their place in the most sensitive part of your body, you stopped kissing him and gasped. You hugged him tightly squeezing his chest and hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he slowly inched his finger into you. His index moved at a rhythm as it escaped and reentered you at the beat that Peter commanded them to.

“Petey,” you begged into his ear as you tried to compose yourself.

“You’ve got this,” he encouraged and you nodded at his reassurance. “I’m right here.”

If you were home, he would have gone slower and you would have to groan impatiently eventually but you were at Stark Tower and Peter was shy. The unlocked door may have been something he was too heated to worry about but he would be mortified if anyone saw how he liked to unwind you so he listened for the elevator or the doors of the stairs as he reveled in your moans. There was no time for slow and intimate bedroom sex so the wall had to suffice.

Just like how he thought about one too many times that day, he had you on the concrete of the pale, stiff wall before you could get the chance to pool all over him from the way your muscles clenched around his fingers.

He pulled you apart from the moment the pink of his member pushed past you with the aid of his pre-cum to make way for the chance to untangle you bit by bit. It was an overwhelming feeling heightened by the sensation of his hands digging under the back of your supple thighs as he kept you up from where he had you were pressed against. He got so lost in the feeling the concrete near your head had giving into his strength when he had rested his hand by your side to keep himself from spilling over.

He had completely given up listening for the elevator or the door at a certain point and had his entire senses taking in your being. He let out a groan in your ear that felt as if it blew your hair stronger than the autumn wind when his cock had made it into you entirely. After pushing past short and tight muscles inside of you, he had reached a stopping point where he could freely catch his breath as he felt your red walls tightly hold onto him like a clenched fist.

“Y-Y/N,” he had called for you but not before kissing you again and that’s when you had realized that you were moaning louder than you intended.

“I-I’m okay. I’m okay” you said in between the kisses and tried to nods your head.

You always got like this when it came to having sex. Peter may have had his spider senses but you had always been sensitive to touch and it took so long for you to not lose your balance at the feeling of Peter holding your hand whenever he was bored. So, when he helped you unpack what love felt like, you were frequently disoriented by the euphoria that came from having him inside you.

The feeling of your boyfriend moving in and out of your started slow like oncoming rain clouds and picked up like a storm as soon as you got comfortable. The sound of two previously cold bodies crashing and slapping against each other persistently and strongly could have warmed the cool air outside that came with October. Peter hit against your cervix repeatedly until it the constant beating felt like one consistent hum of pleasure that did not stop until someone gave in. And Peter was always determined to get you to fold first no matter how many times you insisted that he did not need to.

“Um, Petey,” you tried to get out.

“Yeah,” he grunted through each waved that he pushed into you.

“I-I think--” You then poured over him much sooner than when you spoke. “Fuck!”

Peter muffled your sudden outburst with a kiss that was strong enough to almost leave a bruise and make your lips flush like Chanel red.

“You’re not supposed to curse,” he mocked.

“Oh, come on,” you whined,

You had both lost all seconds of the hour to minutes and by the end of it all, you were texting Quentin—long after lunch—that you were sorry for not being able to attend the restaurant with him and that something came up.

You left the tour with bruises under your cardigan and some on your legs that Peter was counting on the taxi cab back to your apartment. MJ would roll her eyes when she saw the state that you had returned in as she gave you back Kitty Purry since she actually managed to make a decent outfit for once and Peter had wrinkled it beyond belief.

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