#I KNEW ITD BREAK ME AND HERE I AM

[leyyvi]

Levi sounded so gentle in his final lines he sounded so tired but but idk there was hope in his tone ykwim??? Oh my god I'm half asleep and literally crying over him stop I want to cradle his head and tell him he can rest now what the FUCK

[stormyelliotwritez]

ok ik youre not taking requests rn (btw hope u have a good time during ur break) but whenever you can itd be much appreciated if you could continue the ftmxlogan fic (the one where the reader thinks hes straight but hes not) i love your work. You may further it however you like, but i personally am looking for like a supportive logan who tries understanding your identity.

Ty :3

HIIIIIIIIII IM BACK and yeah, i had a good break and now im here to make ya happy with supportive logan!!! SILLY BOY TIME!

HE’S NOT STRAIGHT?

(pt 2 of but he’s straight)

He dragged you along to the teacher’s lounge and then promptly pushed you into a seat. Without saying absolutely anything, he grabbed two beers from the fridge and then sat down next to you.

“Here ya go, bub,” he said as he held one out to you.

You took it and relaxed into the chair. He watched you for a moment before opening his beer with one claw. Damn, that’s hot. He obviously noticed your staring and slight blush and so he held his hand out, one claw still out.

“Want me to open yours?”

You nodded slowly. Damnit, why’d your words stop working? Why now? You’re literally sitting in the teachers lounge with the most hottest man ever who you’ve had a crush on for years and now your words aren’t working? Talk about bad timing!

He smirked and with that one claw, he popped the lid off your beer. He did it slowly and absolutely knew what he was doing to you. He wasn’t stupid, after all.

“So you have a crush on me, huh?” He asked with a s smirk.

You nodded again, trying to coax the words out of your mouth.

“Have for a while. Sorry,” you said quietly.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” He said before leaning forwards and taking a swig from his bottle.

He stared into your eyes before blinking and leaning back again. He was thinking. You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t figure out how to. How do you explain that you thought he would never like you?

“Well because I’m me and I’m not- I’m not like you. I’m different,” you managed to mumble.

One of his eyebrows raised and he stared at you. It was like he could see into your soul. He couldn’t but it sure felt like it.

“Because you weren’t born a boy, right? Is that what you’re getting at, bub?”

His voice was quiet and thoughtful. It sounded like he understood. Could he understand? You’d always thought no one would understand you.

Eventually, you nodded and glanced away from him.

With a finger, he moved your face back to look at him and tutted at you.

“Don’t look away from me, okay? I ain’t gonna think of you different so how about you explain it to me, the old geezer, yeah?”

You nodded and slowly you smiled. Maybe this would be okay. Maybe he could understand.

“Um, so I was born… a girl, ew, but when I started growing up, I realized I didn’t like that that much and eventually I figured out that I was a boy so I was trans,” you said slowly, trying to make sense.

He nodded along and rested his hand on your knee, squeezing it every so often. He took a swig of his beer as he listened intently.

“And when I ended up here as an adult, I was able to get on T and so now I look more like a man and I’m happier,” you finished.

You drunk some more of your beer and he smiled. He squeezed your knee again.

“Well you’re a hot man, thats for sure,” he chuckled.

You started blushing and chuckled before taking another sip. That wasn’t what you’d been expecting but it made you happy. He made you happy.

You two sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company, until Logan cleared his throat.

“I want to understand you more, bub. I wanna be there for you, okay? Can I do that for you?”

This sounded like maybe he was reciprocating your crush but maybe not. That was probably too hopeful.

You nodded and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that, Log.”

He smiled as well and leaned in slightly. “And I’d like to maybe take ya out sometime as well.”

Okay, there it was. He reciprocated and you had to try so hard to not jump up and scream from excitement.

“Yeah, I’d really like that, Logan,” you said with a soft smile.

[sugar-omi]

Can we know some Baxter thoughts on the scenario with MC leaving Cove and Baxter and MC eloping after the split? I'm invested

bro i think we're all mentally connected bc i just mention is this post that i forgot to add some stuff abt how baxter acts. tysm for sending this and omg i find it so funny everyone's so invested in this little story!! i never knew itd end up like this lmaooo

tags : Angst, (emotional) cheating, y'all live in delulu land, multiple choice dialogue, your moms distance themselves/disown you

[read "leaving cove for baxter" here]

synopsis : how does baxter act when you leave cove for him?

baxter feels so bad...

honestly he doesn't understand why you're doing this, he's so confused

he's happy that you still love him

but he see's how great of a man cove is and it kills him more than anything

he begs you not to do this

"y/n please! be rational!" baxter's fingers dig into his palms. he's trying to keep calm, but he's heard the best and worst news of his life.

you sit across from him, hands in your lap and crying. "i am. i... i love cove, and he's amazing. but you are everything i want."

baxter gapes, watching you cry with wide eyes. "i tried to forget about you, but I just can't.. I love you. I love you so much more than him!" you sob, hands covering your face.

baxter's hands are shaking.

he's happy to hear that you love him but you're engaged.

you're supposed to be married soon, all that's left is to pick out your outfits and the dance lessons and now...

baxter swallows. "and you've... thought about it?"

you nod.

baxter sighs, rubbing his sweaty palms on his dress pants. "...okay."

baxter is waiting for you that night when you break it off.

and when you walk through his door, with tears in your eyes he wraps his arms around you as you cry and tell him about how it went.

cove was distraught, to say the least. and after much crying and "why"'s, cove stopped crying and was just mad...

a quiet man's scorn is a scary thing..

"get out." cove doesn't look at you, he can't. if he does he'll actually combust and explode.

you gape, "..what?"

cove looks at you, suddenly enraged by your oblivion. "I said get out!" cove stands up, hands fisted at his side. you didn't believe he'd hit you or harm you in anyway, but you've very rarely seen him angry.

"why are you sitting there looking dumb? you just said you love someone else! our fucking WEDDING planner at that!" cove yells. "what? did you wanna stay and play happy family with me while you fuck him!?"

cove laughs humorlessly. "I can't believe you... don't you wanna be with him? you should just leave." what cove says next shakes you.

"or maybe you want to fuck him in our bed, in our home!" cove is crying again, frustrated and angry.

you start crying, "no! i-" you don't know what you're trying to say, if anything at all and your sobs cut you off.

"then leave, get your shit and leave!"

cove storms to your bedroom as you cry. when you finally get enough strength in your legs again you go upstairs to see him roughly packing your things into the bags and suitcases.

you shake, starting to grab some of your other things and packing them shakily into the bags.

cove starts hauling the suitcases to the car, quiet as can be.

once most things that can fit into your car are closed up, cove stands on the porch of your home. or what used to be your home.

you stand in front of him, shaking.

cove stopped crying awhile ago, and his anger fell off him awhile ago too. now he just looks calm, but if you know him worth anything than you know that once the door closes he'll break.

cove hands you his engagement ring. "sell it, or keep it, propose to your new boyfriend."

cove hands you his half of the $20 bill. you gape at him, god you made a fool of yourself today. "throw it away. burn it. I don't care anymore, so don't hold onto it."

cove crosses his arms, "sell the ring. i don't want it."

cove hands you his engagement ring. "sell the rings, i don't want mine. marry your new boyfriend instead."

he slams the door.

baxter lets you weep. he doesn't feel upset that you're mourning the relationship, you've known him for 15 years and even if you wanted for him, you loved cove everyday until now..

when your family cuts you off and distances themselves, he watches you fall apart.

you just got off the phone with your ma, who chewed you out for choosing baxter of cover. he could hear her yells through the phone since you had it on speaker.

you were going to grocery shop together and cook for a date, but with your shaking hands and puffy eyes, you're in no shape to do anything.

so he lets you cry.

when miranda calls you, he watches the shock on your face morph to shame and pure emptiness.

miranda is screaming, cussing you out for hurting cove.

"why did you have to ruin everything for him?! what's so good about him?!"

you just cry, mumbling sorry's in between miranda's yells.

he holds your hand while you curl in on yourself, tears soaking into the rug under your feet...

baxter helps you pack away the last of your furniture in the house.

when he first entered it, he could tell the love had been ripped off the walls...

there was so much decoration missing.

there weren't any pictures on the walls.

in fact, he found your photo album and your sister takes it from his hands, not looking or speaking to him as she packs it into her bag..

many of the photos he saw were of cove with you and your family. too many memories you won't want and will hide in a dusty corner anyway if you did keep it.

he just carries the boxes to the u-haul, watching the house bleed with everything that comes out of it.

something about the dark house in the distance kills him, and he sits silently in his shame...

over the next few months you finally stop crying.

the phone calls stop coming and you're cheer comes back.

it's definitely different compared to when you were younger, and a far cry from what it was when you were still with cove, but you both act like it never happened.

maybe you're deluding yourselves, but when baxter wakes up and his heart bumps in his chest, it increases his anxiety and he feels like his throat is closing up..

baxter throws the covers off himself, getting up to wash up and find you.

whenever silence comes to him, the shame always finds him...

after changing into new clothes, baxter goes to find you in the kitchen, and when you greet him with a brilliant smile and a kiss, the shame melts away.

this is okay.

baxter stirs, warmed up by your hand caressing his face.

he blinks through blurry vision, smiling as he admires you. "good morning.."

you smile, running your finger along the angle of his nose. "g'morning handsome..." you lean forward n lay a kiss on his cheek.

baxter lets the warmth of your palm sink into his skin, sleep creeping back into him.

"let's get married."

baxter's eyes fly open, gaping at you like a fish.

"w-what?"

you sit up wordlessly, reaching into your nightstand and pulling out a dark purple fabric box, cracking it open to present a ring.

"i love you, and i wanna make sure i keep waking up to you everyday so.. baxter, will you marry me?"

when you come back from your short honeymoon, just a small weekend trip a quick run away from home, to match your quick wedding, your joy seeps through the floor..

for the weekend you didn't look at your phones, or at least didn't check social media and there wasn't any missed phone calls or messages.

but when baxter comes home from work he found you crying softly on the couch, trying to wipe away your tears before baxter could see but it was useless.

he crouched in front of you. "whats wrong?"

you show him derek's message, and once he finishes reading that, you show him one more...

COVE: hey. COVE: congrats on your marriage i guess... just wanted to tell you the house is sold, i gave dad back what he gifted for the down payment and the rest is yours. COVE: bye [you can no longer send messages to this user]

baxter blinks at it slowly... even though he's been so badly betrayed, cove still wishes you congratulations.

cove is a better man than baxter will ever be.

...

baxter sets your phone down, pulling you up and leading you down the hall.

"what do you think about me washing your hair, and after i'll prepare us a nice meal. what do you think?"

it's fine. shame is eating baxter up from his head to his feet, but everything is fine.

even when he pets your hair while you sleep, and whispers into the night. "i'm sorry... you've lost you're family because of me..."

even if he frets about how you've given up everything for him, it's fine.

you're happy together. maybe you can be happy with just the two of you? maybe. maybe...

[rabbitryart]

update!

general info under cut, but tldr i am back (mostly)! sorry for the sudden disappearance, good to be back! :)

hey yall! so i recently took an unforeseen break due to a major family emergency in order to help and spend time with them. ultimately, that emergency eventually snowballed over the last couple months into a family death, so i have been spending the majority of my time with my family and my friends and i thought itd be best to just take a break for a while during that time.

thank you everyone who checked in on me during my hiatus, i wouldve given more warning if i knew it wouldve been this long! i am going on a vacation from work to see more family and friends, so i’ll still be off and on, but i am mostly back! i have a lot of drawings on backlog that i need to post, so it’ll still probably be the regular slow pace from here

if any mutuals want contact with me i generally check up on my tumblr messages every once in a while, but i can give out my discord too and i’ll probably respond quicker there!

thanks guys for understanding!

[pinkseas]

[parasocial bestie] i am unwell. mentally ill more like. terminal my body is just failing its breaking down into miserable tiny pieces and pathetic shards you are Right you are just right. that xiao doesn't know how to live. there's almost nothing else to say than whats already said and i think about that a LOT and everyday of how the past had impacted him entirely that people just dont, they Cant understand; not zhongli not the adepti not the humans not even lumine. no one of the centuries he's out there with his own, to the point he's not. centuries out there bathed in blood that wasnt his; screams and anguish that plague his mind like a cruel symphony, a constant reminder of a fault that's never his but he still Did It. its the bitter truth that he did it, and the choice that he picked above all, his OWN choice, is that he deserves the penance until the end of his life even the calamity of dead gods power that he pulled into his body is a punishment he would willingly bear for a destructive redemption no one wants for him. no one except him, because who else would know? who else would decide for him, an act that contradicts what one wants for xiao; freedom, if there will still be else to choose for him? he doesn't know. he doesn't know how to choose. he doesn't know how to be free. he doesn't know how to live.

"people just dont, they Cant understand; not zhongli not the adepti not the humans not even lumine." YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. it hurts so fucking much and i feel like they COULD understand, if he opened up about it, if he ever explained or described it, but i dont think he would. im not sure he could. i definitely dont think he Realizes the massive impact its had on his life down to how he functions day to day and the way he perceives himself, if someone knew Everything and spelled it all out for him itd probably make sense but no one knows !!! i dont think he'd WANT to tell people, i dont think he'd care to talk about it, the past is the past it cant be changed it doesnt matter anymore. and even if he DID somehow talk about it i think his version of the story would be So Skewed Against Himself.

"and the choice that he picked above all, his OWN choice, is that he deserves the penance until the end of his life"

yeah.

anyways!

AND NO ONE ELSE CAN DECIDE FOR HIM IT CONTRADICTS WANTING HIM TO BE FREE.... im goign to expldoe iunto a million pieces this has Ruined me i will never come back from this i will never ever ever be the same ever again. i jsut had to sit here and take such a deep breath and try so hard to come to terms with the fact that He Would Never Tell Anyone he has to learn it himself they have to support him and help him to learn it himself this is something he has to do alone. god. GODDDDDDDDD.

he would though. he'll get there. with zhongli and lumine and the other adepti and the chasm crew He Will Get There he will learn how to live he will learn how to be free i am so certain. it Will happen.

[yooniesim]

not being in the sims community for a few years (computer problems, couldnt play) and then coming back only to see so many creators have their cc behind paywalls sure was a shock tbh. i dont blame ppl for having patreons for their cc in general, ive seen plenty of creators have patreons with all their cc for free; becoming a patron being just an optional way of supporting them. plus, im pretty sure patreon has unlimited space, so ig itd also be a good idea if u dont have/dont want to use sfs or other unlimited upload sites (also posting pics with the files is a plus)

some ppl tho are like, wild. ive seen ppl charging 20$ a month and only releasing like, at most 3 patron only things per month then complain abt their stuff being shared for free.... like, youre selling 3 items a month for 20$, which is the same price as the base game when it isnt on sale. plenty of ppl already dont pay for the game itself, do u think theyre gonna want to pay the same amount for 3 things??

yeah nonny I'm in the same boat, it was so shocking for me to come back to this lol. I never imagined this many people would have patreons. I think it wouldn't be a big deal if it wasn't almost everyone. But here we are lol.

I remember when patreon tiers were $1 and you got access to everything. When I first saw someone with $3+ it was the most expensive I'd seen for maxis match early access cc, and it really wasn't worth it for that creator. Now it seems like so many people are $5 minimum??? And sometimes you don't even get access to everything? The cost has increased drastically and more importantly- the quality isn't there.

I've had a few items that I downloaded when it became free and tested in game and went, "thank god I didn't pay anything for this". Lack of LODs or proper maps, high poly, holes, improper weights, etc. All of this to me is fine for purely free cc (as long as there's nothing game breaking). But to me, for paid cc, early access or exclusive, is unacceptable. And there is no way to know what you're going to get, and if there's a problem, you're out of luck. It may not be fixed, and you're certainly not getting a refund.

And then there's the issue of the tiny mesh edits. I know for a fact there are many people, if they knew how simple the edit was, they would never pay for certain items. I am not paying anyone for 5 minutes in blender. I would honestly rather pay for a recolor than a lazy ass mesh edit. That's more time and effort than making a hair two inches shorter. You don't even have to edit the texture, just make hat chops, and sometimes not even that! I have literally made certain hairs in under an hour and I'm not even that experienced! Separated the werewolves stuff in around the same time. I made the necklaces I posted recently in a couple lazy afternoons, like ten minutes per. Of course it added up since I did so many at once, but nickel and diming per tiny mesh edit? The ratio of time and effort vs payment is ridiculous. There are so many talented creators that do amazing work that takes days, weeks, etc for free. And there are talented creators that do really awesome items for early access as well, that seem worth the money. So when I see that sort of cheap tiny edit thing... it feels like these creators are taking advantage of the consumer that may not know better. It's embarrassing.

If that $20 was for 3 things that took the creator 5 minutes each to make, wouldn't you be even more upset? And then imagine that creator has hundreds or even thousands of patrons. And doesn't contribute anything to the community other than paid content. No interaction, no gameplay, no chat, never existed before popping out of the womb with a patreon. It's insulting. Is this community just a cash cow? And people wonder why we're all so tired, even if it's following EA's rules.

[ghost-town-dwellers]

okay, never thought id do dsmp analysis again yet here i am!

aight, so i see a lotta people complainin about “oh niki and phil helped break dream out even though they SAY they dont like dream nooo” and i think yall are missin one very important fact: this wasnt a ‘break dream outta prison’ mission, it was a ‘break dream AND ranboo outta prison’ mission. note the ‘ranboo’ part, aka an important member of the syndicate and a good friend of niki phil and techno.

so, what about it? well theres a few layers to it. first off, they knew techno was gonna break dream outta prison bc he owed him a favor, and, its logical that if techno broke dream out itd be unlikely that theyd be able to get back into the prison and get ranboo out, which they also wanted to do. thus, it made the most sense to do both at the same time. so, assisting in one prison break is inherently assisting in the other. it is COMPLETELY in line with their morals and characters to help ranboo out of prison, even if that meant helping dream escape.

second! even if they decided not to help, techno was doin this one way or another, and i think theyd rather give techno backup then let him do it all by himself and potentially be in a lot more danger than he was originally. phil generally shows that he puts his loyalty to techno above all else, so no matter how much he may hate dream, his desire to help and keep techno safe is much stronger

ive also seen a lot of c!niki crit about how contradictory her character is in addition to the dream thing, and in general, i fundamentally disagree. i wont argue against all of it bc thats a lot of work but theres one i will note that pissed me off: ‘niki looked at lmanburg wistfully implying that she missed it and then agreed with techno when he said it was bad and called it a dark time in her life, and thats hypocritical’. you can miss things that were bad for you. it got bad towards the end (which is what she said), but there were good times that she cared about and missed. and, like i said you can miss things that were bad for you. its the same with tommy and exile, just because you acknowledge something was toxic for you, does not mean you don’t still miss and care for it. that is a thing that takes time to get over.

anyways, niki and phil have good characters and i love them <3

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 13: Cant Make an Omlette without Breaking a few Legs

Fandom: Steven Universe

Prompts;

Fracture

Dislocation

"Are you here to break me out?"

Amethyst has definetly said this (title) at some point.

Anyway, anyone who knows my archive knows I have a WIP SU fanfic and I can hear the screams of readers as I write this after not updating in... who knows how long.

So enjoy this AU 😬 its a little less... uh whumpy...

Pearls were property. It was the first thing they knew when they were formed, and no one let them forget it.

This particular Pearl was pretty old, she doesnt know if there were Pearls before her or not, just knows the ones that came after. She was created by and for White Diamond, the oldest diamond and main ruler of the courts. So this Pearl was knows as 'White Pearl', just as the Diamonds that came after White got their own pearls and identified them also as 'Yellow Pearl', 'Blue Pearl', and eventually, 'Pink Pearl'.

Other pearls of course came after, with facets and jobs, serving under gems who served under the Diamonds.

This Pearl, White Pearl, was currently in jail.

Where she'd been for quite some time.

She stayed in a cell, in isolation, simply dubbed dangerous with no interaction whatsoever. She supposes she should be honored to be called "dangerous" as a pearl, but if anyone said it aloud itd be followed by laughter. A pearl? Dangerous? It did seem laughable, to everyone but pearls perhaps

And the gems shes poofed, or worse.

But even in Isolation, Pearl has learned things. Between the chatty pebbles and the gossiping guards, she knows of the rebellion, of Pinks shattering and all that led up to it. She knows that poor Pink Pearl was taken by White Diamond, sometime after Pearls imprisonment. The thought makes her boil, that little Pink Pearl was with that cruel eye sore, controlled like a puppet no doubt, the young Pearl was not made for a diamond like White.

Then again... Pearl wondered if any gem was made for a diamond like White. If they should be made for anyone.

She certainly wasnt.

She served for a long time, was perfect, and loved and hated in equal measures by other gems. But she protected her fellow pearls, and she served her Diamond, and in secret well... in secret she saved. She saved discarded gems, she saved the mistreated, she saved the defective and off color.

She supposes, she may have been the first rebel. But she couldnt know for sure.

But the rebellion has grown great, since her imprisonment. She thinks many of the ones she freed may have joined, the way they know things, the inner workings, it makes sense. She hopes they have saved others as well, that her efforts were not in vain, and she hopes one day for her fellow diamond Pearls to be free.

Her head tilts towards the door from where it rests on her knees, hearing a commotion of sorts outside and hoping for some more intel. Anything to interupt the ever present silence of her cell.

"You're lost arent you."

"No! This is just a... detour..."

"Uh huh."

"I've never been here before! Leave me alone!"

Pearl shakes her head at the poor souls,

"Turn left then right at the end of the hallway and you'll be back on track for an exit." She calls, turning her face just enough to be heard but not bothering to sit up or remove her head from her knees.

"Who said that!?"

She doesnt bother to answer, they'll follow the directions eventually, and Pearl will be left alone once again.

"Is, someone in there?"

"Oh so you arent here to break me out?" She says sarcastically, "the guards will be by any moment now, I suggest you leave before you lose your chance."

"Cant, I have a... leg dislocation... that can only be cured by you answering our questions."

"We're manifestations of light, I doubt your... leg is dislocated." Not the type of conversation Pearl assumed shed be having anytime soon, but its noise at least.

"Am, this cell is marked 'dangerous', I think we should go..."

"If shes a danger to homeworld dont you think we should take her with us?"

"Dangerous is dangerous!"

"Guys, nows not the time to argue, just ask. Hey! Ms.Dangerous, why are you in jail?"

From what Pearl can tell, theres three gems outside her door. They dont sound like court gems, at least not really, they're obviously running, and she knows what their running from wont be far behind. If she remains silent long enough, perhaps they'll take the hint and leave.

"You broke her L. Hey! My dislocation is worsening!"

Or not, why is 'Am' so stubborn.

"Its like you three want to get captured."

"... theres way more than three of us..." the voice changes slightly, "yeah! Theres... an army of us."

"Very convincing. Though, as an Amethyst you could be considered an army in some cases I suppose." Pearl muses, amused by the stuttering and furious whispers that come after.

"We should leave! This gem could be serious trouble!"

"Yeah, that was kinda spooky..."

"...why do the Diamonds consider you Dangerous?"

"Havent you heard? No, youre probably much too young... Im a treasonous gem, a threat to homeworld and all it stands for, a shatterer too good for shattering. I think they hope to recondition me someday, when they remember im here." Pearl chuckles without humor, "now, I can hear the guards coming, I do suggest you go. They will shatter you on spot at best, torture you for information at worst."

Theres some more whispering, then perhaps silent conversation as theres no movement, she presses her face further into her legs as the silence bears down once more. Perhaps they were cunning, and tricked her, perhaps they werent running at all, perhaps now she would be shattered or worse. She couldnt care really. Most gems have probably forgotten her anyway, she had no more use.

The lock on her door clicks, but she doesnt move, she doesnt need to show them dignaty, she will die how she likes thank you. Light creeps in from the hall as the door opens slowly, itd been a long while since shed seen light. Theres a gasp and she turns her face ever so slightly to see a Lapis, Peridot and a small Amethyst in the doorway. They are not dressed in diamonds regalia, nor do they look like part of the courts shed seen so long ago.

They bore stars.

"Youre the Pearl arent you? The one they all talk about but pretend not to talk about up here. The one all those off colors and stuff mention!"

"Oh they call me 'the' Pearl now. I suppose thats better than what the Diamonds call me." She stays where she sits, staring with one eye, curiously at the three gems.

"Wait, you mean this is the Pearl that was fighting the good fight like all those years ago?" Amethyst questions with a raised brow.

"Id say there was one fight really." Pearl mumbles, thinking of the events that led to her being in this cell. The pain still lingers sometime, in the long silences. Of punishments and fights and failure. Of never being good enough, even when you tried so hard to be.

"So you are! I cant believe White D didnt shatter you..."

"Oh dear, there are worse things than shattering." Pearl says sadly, pressing the hidden side of her face further into her leg with a grimance, "give a purpose and take it away. Give a reason to live, then destroy that, and let them stay to watch their world crumble. There are worse things than rejoining the dust of the universe."

"You can still have a reason... you obviously still want to help. So... join the Rebellion." Lapis says it a little awkwardly, like she hasnt asked before. She must be newer.

"Yeah, pretty sure G already got the other pearls, you can come too." Amethyst says.

"Whatever you decide, hurry, I hear them coming!" The Peridot looks nervously over her shoulder, frame trembling slightly.

Pearl lifts her head then, looking at the three fully, she ignores their gasps,

"The other Pearls. You mean the diamonds Pearls?? Theyre free?"

"Uh, yeah. We were the distraction. G and the others should have them..."

But little Pink, they'd need her help to free her from Whites control. It may be the last thing she does, but she will not leave little Pink in torture any longer. Even if Blue and Yellow hate her now, even if they dont remember her, they were free, and Pearl would protect them.

"We better hurry then."

Pearl is up, leaping over their heads and pulling a bow from her gem, she shoots the two guards, poofing them. She turns back to the rebels, light no doubt glinting off the fractured cracks that travel from her temple all the way to her thigh, most hidden beneath clothes, but her face is a mess shes sure. She knows they stare, but they have no time.

"I may be old, but I'll fight for freedom, if you'll have me."

"Yeah dude, youre awesome."

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Rick's daughter Melody cant help her curiosity about the man locked up in the prison cell. Being kept secrets from her father, she takes it upon herself to get to know Negan and one day sneaks into the cell to find him asleep with morning wood.]

SEMI SMUT

Negan and Melody

Rick never really allowed you anywhere near Negan. Hell, you never even saw Negan yourself up close and personal. Although you were twenty, your father still treated you like the little five year old girl he used to carry on his shoulders. It was frustrating at times, he always wanted to keep secrets from you about what was going on in the group and he always said it was to protect you. The only times you ever saw Negan he was tied up being led into the prison cell. Truth was, you didnt know what he had done that was so bad. Your father seemed to keep everything from you that involved anything serious. You looked out the window and saw Daryl pass Eugene the keys for cell, each night someone was on guard. Looking to the right you saw your dad heading your way and quickly pulled down the blinds. After you were told Glenn had died in an accident on a run a few months ago many things changed. Maggie left, everyone seemed more distant and it left you confused.

"Get ready for bed, Melody," your dad spoke low as he entered the house making you sigh.

"I'm not tired dad."

"Mel, it's getting late-"

"And is there something we need to be ready for in the morning?" You responded with sarcasm looking back out the window.

"Besides...you never told me what that guy Negan did."

"I told you that's not up for discussion," he insisted making you roll your eyes.

"Is anything up for discussion? Whatever, I'm sure what he did wasnt that bad if hes being kept alive." You got up from the chair and walked past your father as he looked down with a straight face. There was no way he could tell you the truth of what Negan had done. Your father tried to protect you the best he could and losing people was enough, he didnt want to leave you with images in your head.

Waiting to be sure that your father was in his room you quietly snuck out of yours. Your curiosity ate at you and you were tired of your father treating you like a little girl. Making sure you werent heard, you stepped outside and walked towards where Negan was held captive. Eugene was heading back to the cell with a tray of food for Negan. You knew itd be easy to get around Eugene regardless of what your father instilled in his mind. Creating casual conversation with Eugene and some jokes to break the ice you offered to take Negan his lunch. Right away he made a face filled with doubt.

"I dont know about that, Melody..I'm in charge of his cell-"

"Yeah but you're in charge of the entrance. Who's going to watch while you are distracted handing him the food?" Eugene raised an eyebrow in thought, he felt like you had a point.

"Alright but your dad cant know about this, he'll kill me. So dont take too long."

"Dont worry I got it," you assured him before taking hold of the tray of food and the keys from his hand.

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, you were nervous yet so curious to know the man that was hidden from you. Unlocking the door you walked down a dark hallway before reaching the cell.

"Well its about time one of you fuckers remembered to feed me," you froze at the sound of Negans voice before stepping out of the dark hall and into the light, revealing yourself. Negan looked up as he leaned against the wall not expecting to see a young attractive woman before him.

"Well excuse my French, where the fuck did your pretty little self come from?" Negan looked you up and down observing your skin tight jeans and crop shirt. Right from the jump you found this man to be very intimidating, taking a deep breath you stepped closer to his cell and bit your bottom lip nervously.

"Um...my name is Melody.. I came to bring you your meal," Negan slowly stepped closer to the bars with a smirk on his face and looked down at the tray in your hands.

"I see that...so you're gonna put that down for me, sweetheart?" He spoke slowly with an enticing voice.

"Oh..um, yes" you smiled before slowly bending down not noticing Negan tilt his head eyeing the curve of your ass as you slid the tray beneath the bars.

"Very nice.." he murmured low to himself before you got back up. Your eyes met his and you suddenly didnt move, his eyes were alluring and inviting all at once. Nervously clearing your throat you backed away brushing your hair back.

"I gotta ask, princess. What's a fine young woman like you doing alone with me here in my prison cell?"

"I wanted to see who you were...I'm not allowed to know things so-"

"So you're telling me no one knows you're here?" He raised a brow getting closer, although this man was behind the bars you still found yourself feeling nervous.

"No...everyone treats me like a little girl. I'm twenty years old and I'm tired of people covering up things for me," you explained.

"Shit, you are very young."

"Not too young where I cant be told what the hell you did to be in here, cant be all that bad if you're still alive."

Negan raised his brows sliding his tongue behind his lower lip.

"Oh no sweetheart, I'm no good." He spoke in a low voice.

"So let me guess, you're going to treat me like a little girl too and not tell me why?" Negan couldnt help himself but chuckle making you cross your arms.

"What's so funny?"

"Ohh...princess, if I was out of this cell right now I'd gladly show you how much of a grown woman I think you are."

"What?" You asked a little shocked not expecting him to express himself the way he did. You were quickly learning Negan had an unfiltered mouth.

"Dont mind me," Negan shook his head with a sigh.

"Its been a while and I'm just fucking frustrated."

"Its been a while since what?" You asked making him slightly lean back with a frown on his face.

"You really are innocent huh," you rolled your eyes.

"Listen, if you're going to say it just say it-"

"Its been a while since I've had some pussy." Negan blurt out making you stumble over your words.

"Oh-um...-" Negan grinned raising his brows at your reaction.

"Oh yes," he laughed as you nervously licked your lips.

"Shit..." he suddenly turned serious.

"How long has it been for you? Or wait let me guess, you haven't even had your cherry popped yet." Negan moved closer to the bars to get a closer look at you.

"Actually, I'm not a virgin but it's been a few years since I lost my virginity to this jackass. I havent slept with someone since."

"So you've gone a few years with out any relief?"

"Well um-obviously I've had relief-"

"Oh..so you like touching yourself," he bit his bottom lip in excitement.

"-But yes, it's been years since I've had sex and I'm okay with it, I dont need it." You couldnt believe you were even explaining this to him.

"Hm. Looks like whoever was hitting it wasnt hitting it right, shit I'd always have you coming back for more." You rolled your eyes holding back a smile, you kind of liked the attention he was giving you.

"Are you always this vulgar, Negan?"

"Only when I'm horny," he teased making you shake your head.

"Shit, do you blame me princess? You're the first woman that's spoken to me like I wasnt a damn monster. Plus I love some dirty talk." Negan had to admit the company was refreshing for him. You sighed with a smile and looked down at his food.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to your food. I'll come by when I can again...if you want me to." Negan smiled sliding his tongue between his teeth.

"Oh I definitely do." You couldnt believe this man was flirting with you but you had to admit to yourself it was a fun interaction.

"Your secrets safe with me, Melody." Negan winked before you quietly left and locked the door shut.

That night you lay in bed smiling to yourself thinking of your very flirtatious talk with Negan. Your dad hadn't suspected a thing and you knew the next morning he would go on a run. It would be a perfect time to see Negan again. You were the first person in a long time to not make him feel like a monster and he was the first person who made you feel like a grown woman. Distracted by his flirtatious ways you didnt focus on the reason of him being held in a cell and Negan had no idea you were Rick Grimes only daughter.

The next morning just as suspected your father left on a run with Daryl and Michonne. The person on guard today was one of the men that you knew wasnt the biggest fan of your father. Of course you were to use this to your greatest advantage. Setting up a tray of breakfast with extra fruit you had grown in your garden you made your way to Negan. Unlocking the door, excitedly you walked down the hall to find Negan asleep with his back facing you as you set down his tray of food.

"Good morning, Negan." You spoke softly making him open his eyes. He groaned with a stretch and turned flat to his back making you gasp.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Negan looked at you confused before noticing exactly where your eyes were. The imprint of Negans very hard cock was practically bulging out of his pants.

"Ah shit-"he muttered to himself adjusting his pants.

"Sorry, sweetheart must've been having a nice little dream." He chuckled as he noticed you wouldnt stop staring at it.

"What, never seen some morning wood before?" He teased as he stood up.

"I mean, of course I just didnt expect to see you..I mean for you to be that way right now." You responded nervously as he made his way close to the bars of the cell.

"Right now?" He laughed.

"Oh princess, you have no idea how horny I am. How much I'd kill for the feel of sweet pussy...shit for a woman to just relieve me." The two of you were face to face now, only the bars separating you from each other.

"You know what I was dreaming about, princess?" Negan spoke as he noticed you would not stop looking down at his crotch area.

"I dreamt about you riding my cock." His voice was raspy, his words making you look up in shock.

"What?" You whispered.

"You left me last night thinking about things I wanted to do to you and this is the outcome." He motioned towards his erection.

"Why dont you touch it for me...just once." He spoke low, your lips parted at his request. Your heart was racing, it was arousing how much this man wanted you. Looking back at the door behind you making sure it was locked you looked back at Negan and nodded.

"Just once." You agreed making him grin.

"Atta girl."

Negan watched as you hesitatingly moved your hand in between the bars and began to slowly rub his crotch. A deep noise escaped his lips the first moment you touched him, his breathing was heavy as you moved your hand up and down.

"Oh my...-" you whispered feeling how rock solid he was.

"Oh, Melody.." he whispered as he closed his eyes. You could tell he obviously wanted more, you could tell how much he needed it. Without saying a word you began to unzip his pants and instantly his cock sprung out. It was thick and hot, you could feel him throbbing in your hand. The man was aching for some kind of relief, he was about ready to explode.

Spitting on your hand you began to move along his shaft. Negan moaned holding onto the bars as he watched you jerk him off. He could tell you were getting turned on as you began to breathe quickly. Negan reached through the bars and grabbed your throat applying pressure making you moan as you began to move your hand faster.

"Fuck baby, I dont think I can hold it-" he held his breath and grunted struggling to not let himself cum just yet.

"Hold on just a little bit more, I want you to cum hard." You whispered as he frowned holding on to the bar tightly, his knuckles turning white. It had been too long since he had been touched, too long since he had ejaculated and Negan had an intense rush. His other hand quickly sliding down your neck and pulling your v neck shirt down revealing your breast.

"Touch me, Negan. Do what you want." You whispered as your hand moved faster. Your words making his jaw clench as he squeezed your breast and let out a very loud and deep groan, loads of cum spilled out of him falling to ground.

"Yes.." you whispered loving the sight of him giving in.

"Dont stop-" he struggled to speak as he continued to cum all over your hand. He panted as you began to slow down before he let go of your breast and leaned against the bars. Releasing his cock from your hand you stepped back and looked at him from head to toe. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head on the bars, his cock twitching as you noticed all his cum on the concrete floor.

"Wow.." you whispered making him open his eyes. Grabbing a rag you had on you, you cleaned up your hand then handed it to him before he closed his pants. Negan cleared his throat before looking back up at you with a smirk.

"I guess I owe you one," he chuckled still trying to catch his breath making you laugh as you fixed your top.

"Glad I could be of help," you joked before the two of you locked eyes. The smiling fading from his face now.

"Seriously, it's been nice having you here."

Negan liked the sexual connection the two of you had, he also liked how you naturally conversed with him. You didnt treat him like an animal, you treated him like a human being. Negan knew he had messed up in life but he knew there was nothing he could do to change the past. All he could do was not repeat the same mistakes. What he did know was that he now knew for sure that he did not want you knowing his real reason behind being locked inside. He knew youd never look at him the same way again.

"Its been nice for me too. I havent really had conversation with anyone in my group." You sighed crossing your arms.

"After my friend Glenn died things changed." You whispered making Negans face change at the mention of Glenn's name. He looked away feeling a knot of guilt in the pit of his stomach.

"Everyone started acting different. I miss the way things were." You continued as you looked to the side and thought back of some memories.

"I think you should get going, Princess." Negan spoke low, his words making you look back at him confused.

"Wh-what? I thought we could talk-"

"Listen, I'm not your fucking therapist. Now get going." Negan snapped just wanting you to leave, his guilt eating up at him he felt like utter shit.

"So what jerking you off is all you needed so I'm good to go now?"

Negan remained silent, his head down not being able to look you in the eye.

"You know I know we dont know each other and you dont give a shit about me, but I thought we had an understanding that we both needed someone to talk to and not talk to them like something they're not." You snapped as he carefully listened to your words.

"That's the problem, sweetheart. They're not treating me like something I'm not. You are." His words left you speechless, what the hell did he mean by that?

"I told you I was no fucking good. Now get out of here." Negan turned his back to you, you couldnt believe what he was saying or what the hell even made him say these things.

"Screw you." Negan heard the crack in your voice before you stormed out and slammed the door shut. Negan sighed knowing he didnt want to hurt your feelings, hell he didnt even want you to leave. Angrily you walked back to your room and slammed the door shut, you felt so stupid you could scream. You swore you'd never see Negan again nor let your father ever find out of what had just happened.

Part 2? Trying to think of where I can go from here. Feel free to send in any ideas if you have. Xx

[coffee-imagines]

Red

part two 

Pairing: Ron x fem!reader/gryffindor!reader

Requested: Can you do something with polyjuice potion where Ron’s girlfriend doesn’t want to be with him anymore so she convinces reader to be with him for a few more days and act distant before breaking up with him instead of herself? I dont know if that makes sense but if you could write something along those lines itd be great

Warnings: none?

A/N: Okay I love Draco but I should probably give the poor boy a break so here’s someone I haven’t written for in a long time, and this is way longer than I expected it to be so oops

Summary: Lavender finally has enough of Ron and asks for your help

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You were sound asleep in your dorm when Lavender had barged in. Sure it had also been her room, but her landing on your bed shook you awake. With a groan you shoved your face further into your pillow, only to have her shake you. Your relationship with Lavender was a weird one. The both of you had been friends ever since your first year, but this year put a strain on your friendship because of her relationship with Ron. She knew you liked him well before she ever showed interest in him, and when they got together you hadn’t taken it well. 

“Wake up.” Lavender demanded and you just gave her a grunt. “I’ll get the water.” She warned, making a move to get off the bed but your hand shot out to grab her. 

“I’m awake.” You grumbled and glared at her. If there was one thing you absolutely hated, it was being woken up earlier than needed. 

When you sat up you were completely floored at everything Lavender started throwing at you. With you being half awake you were only catching bits and pieces. Poly juice potion, Ron, breaking up with Ron, you breaking up with Ron… Ron?

“Slow down.” You covered her mouth with your hand. “I am not awake enough for this.” You rubbed your eyes and sighed. “You want me to pretend to be you… and then break up with your boyfriend?” You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Yes exactly! Thank you! I’ll bring you the potion when it’s finally brewed.” She explained excitedly and gave you a hug before leaving. You stared at the door dumbfounded before letting yourself fall back into your comfortable mattress with a groan. You had no idea how you were supposed to do this. 

You pushed the thought to the back of your head, hoping that by the time the potion was done she’d just do it herself. You sluggishly put your things in your bag and made your way to the Great hall. With a sleepy smile you made your way over to Ron, Hermione, and Harry before plopping down between the boys. 

“You look tired.” Harry immediately said, making you shoot him a glare.

“This one’s girlfriend woke me up too early.” You explained, pointing to Ron with your thumb. 

“Oh she’s not too bad.” Ron explained, wrapping his arm around your shoulder before pulling you closer. “You’re more than welcome to sleep on me since it’s technically my fault.” He joked making you relax into him. 

“That’s very tempting.” You mumbled before sitting back up. “But I need food.” You explained, making a grab for Ron’s plate. 

“Get your own.” Ron warned, holding your wrist in his hand. 

“You stingy little-” You grumbled while you stood up. 

“Play nice you two.” Hermione cut in making you sigh. 

“See you later Red.” You smiled and rustled Ron’s hair before walking out of the Great Hall and back to your room.

You’d completely forgotten the fact that you were hungry, crawling back into your bed before letting yourself fall asleep again. Ron never failed to amaze you. You thought about what Lavender had said for the time you’d curled into your covers. Thinking about how it would be to date Ron. You wished it would’ve been you instead of her that got to ask Ron out first. There was no way you’d ever forget the hurt you’d felt when she broke the news to you. You still occasionally questioned your friendship with her because of it. She knew how you’d felt, and still do, and she only got with him to prove a point, there had been no doubt in your mind about it. 

“Red wait up!” You called after Ron on your way to class. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder when you walked up, and before you could speak again he was rustling your hair. 

“That’s for yesterday.” He explained making you laugh. 

“Just keep walking to class you red headed twit.” You teased, elbowing his ribs. 

“I’m so hurt.” Ron mocked sadness, holding his hand over his heart. “Come on.” He said, holding the door open for you. 

The potion finished brewing faster than you expected, and it finally made you realize that Lavender had been sitting on this idea for longer than you had originally thought. You were standing behind her, watching over her shoulder while she added her hair to it before giving it a final mix. 

“And done.” Lavender smiled at you once she capped the bottle. 

“This is crazy.” You groaned while you watched her. 

“You like him, he likes you. Nothing crazy about it.” She smiled, making you scowl at her. 

“He doesn’t like me. He’s dating you.” You seethed making her sigh. 

“It’s obvious he likes you too. That’s why you need to do this.” She explained. 

“But he’s gonna think it’s you.” You explained and she rolled her eyes. 

“He’s supposed to.” Lavender patted your head. “I just can’t take it anymore. Make it gradual. You have three days worth.” She smiled and wagged the potion in front of your face. 

“Yeah yeah.” You grumbled, grabbing it from her. “Three days.” You muttered to yourself, watching the liquid slosh back and forth. 

It had been two more days before you decided to do anything. Got the courage more than decided, but you hadn’t known what to do. You figured you’d give him an awful date for the next three days, and break it off. You explained the plan to Lavender and she nodded with a smile, deciding she’d stay in your dorm to not create any confusion. You drank enough to give you a few hours and shook your shaking hands as you walked into the Great Hall, making a B line for the red head. You covered his eyes with your hands before trying to muster up the most Lavender voice you could. 

“Guess who Won won.” You cooed and almost threw up in your mouth at the nickname. 

“Lavender.” Ron smiled up at you and you had to stop yourself from flinching. 

“Come.” You stated, pulling him up from his seat to go out. “Hurry up.” You explained when he lagged behind, tugging him to move faster. You wanted nothing more than savor him holding your hand, but Lavender had made it clear that you needed to make the break up believable, and that meant everything needed to be rushed. Letting go of his hand you sat on the grass. 

“What’s all this about?” He asked, earning a shrug from you. 

“A date obviously.” You gave a half hearted smile. 

Your heart began racing when he scoot closer. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. You hadn’t even talked to Lavender about what you’d do if he wanted a kiss. Maybe you should turn away? Start the distancing already? It was too late when you felt him cup your cheek. You were breathing heavily, staring at his lips before meeting his eyes with yours once again. His nose brushed against yours and your eyes fluttered closed on instinct. His breath was fanning your face, and before his lips met yours, he kissed your nose instead before pulling away. You let out a breath and open your eyes staring up at him in shock. 

“How was your day?” He asked, making you just stare. “Well?” He asked, the smile on his face growing. 

“Good, it was good.” You nodded, biting your bottom lip while you looked at his. If you didn’t think it’d be a bad idea you would’ve thrown yourself at him and kissed him, but you knew that would only complicate the plan. “Yours?” You asked, pulling your knees to your chest resting your chin on them while you watched him. 

“All good except for Defense against the dark arts.” He shrugged, making you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing.

“Why?” You almost snorted, already knowing the answer. 

“Well Y/N… she knocked me back during class in front of everybody.” He explained timidly and you couldn’t keep it in anymore. 

You shoved your face between your legs and started shaking as your laugh consumed you. It had happened by accident and you couldn’t get his face out of your head when he’d flown across the room. You’d been practicing how to properly wave your wand for Stupefy when you’d accidentally said it under your breath and it hit Ron straight in the chest. 

“Lavender. It’s not funny.” Ron muttered and you only laughed harder. You waved your hand out to him, and gasped for breath. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” You wheezed, standing up and kissing the top of his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow Re-Ron.” You explained and shook your head hoping he hadn’t caught your mistake. “I love you Won won.” You smiled and waved before hurrying back to the Gryffindor common room. 

You’d stayed in the restroom for a while, not wanting to pretend to be Lavender to other people. You’d be able to do it with Ron, but you hadn’t wanted to confuse things with other people involved. 

“How’d it go?” Lavender asked when you threw yourself on her bed, finally back to looking like yourself. 

“I had to cut it short.” You laughed, looking up at her. “So I accidentally hit him with Stupefy during class and he was talking to you about it and I just couldn’t.” You explained making her shake her head. 

“Well cutting it short will make it easier for him to believe the break up.” She explained, making you nod.

“We um...” You blushed making Lavender look at you skeptically. “Well he almost kissed me.” You explained making her laugh.

“Go for it.” She shoved you with a smile. “Now go get some sleep.” She explained almost pushing you off the edge.

The following day you felt butterflies in your stomach at the thought of hanging out with Ron. You had to pretend you hadn’t just gone on a date with him, and you couldn’t help but blush every time you looked at him. A part of you wished he would have kissed you yesterday, each time you saw him you could remember just how close he had gotten to your face. You knew it was because he thought you were Lavender, but that didn’t stop you from getting giddy at the thought.

“Hey Red. Any plans for today?” You asked, doing your best to wrap your arm around his shoulder.

“I was going to ask Lavender to hang out at Hogsmeade.” He explained making you stop walking.

“I have to go.” You explained and started running back to the common room despite Ron calling after you. “Lavender!” You called out when you got in and stopped one of the first years that had been walking by. “Have you seen Lavender?” You asked, and they only shook their head. You cursed to yourself and made your way into your room.

“Why are you calling me?” Lavender asked, looking at you through the mirror while she fixed her tie.

“Ron’s going to ask you to go to Hogsmeade with him.” You explained making her eyes go wide.

“Well you have to go for me.” She insisted, making you scowl. 

“I’m not allowed to go to Hogsmeade.” You explained making her roll her eyes.

“You’d go as me. They wouldn’t know the difference.” She explained and you sighed.

“I don’t like this idea.” You muttered, grabbing the bottle before drinking some.

“I’ll stay here, pretend to be you.” She smiled and laid down on your bed. “You sleep while we’re gone right?” She joked making you glare and walk over to her so you could pull the fabric from her hair before tying it onto your own head.

“You know you could have just done all this breaking up stuff yourself.” You muttered, looking in the mirror to make sure your clothes matched Lavender’s style enough.

“Oh now where’s the fun in that?” She asked, making you sigh.

The whole time you spent at Hogsmeade your eyes were just about popping out of your head. You’d always wondered if it were as fun as everyone had explained, and it was even better than you had expected. You were almost ignoring Ron the whole time, but you didn’t mind, knowing it was only helping your plan. That had been until you’d gone into the candy shop.

“I’m getting this for Y/N since she can’t come.” Ron explained, waving your favorite candy at you. You couldn’t help the smile on your face and you hugged him.

“That’s very sweet of you.” You mumbled into his chest.

“She’s your friend too you know.” He laughed, patting your back.

“Yeah...” You trailed, looking at all the candy in the display when you pulled away. “Come on, I think we’re leaving soon.” You explained, tugging him out of the store by his upper arm.

You let Ron have his arm around you the rest of the way back, and you couldn’t help but lean further into him. You’d completely forgotten to wear warmer clothes, and you were shivering slightly. When you both parted ways in the common room he kissed your nose which left a smile on your face. With a dreamy sigh you let yourself fall onto your now empty bed since Lavender had decided to go back to hers.

“He’s amazing.” You swooned, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know why you’re breaking up with him.” You laughed turning your head to look at Lavender. She was smiling at you and you furrowed your brows. “What?” You asked. 

“Nothing.” She smiled and shrugged. “You only have enough left for tomorrow.” She pointed out, looking at the almost empty bottle you had on the table next to your bed.

“How should I do it?” You asked, tossing her hairpiece back to her. “I mean… what do you want me to say?” You asked, earning a shrug from her.

“Just make it convincing.” She explained and you nodded.

You stared at the ceiling later that night contemplating all the different ways you could tell Ron you were, or rather Lavender was, breaking up with him. You knew there was enough to give you a few more hours, and you couldn’t let it go to waste. You were going to make sure to at least get a proper date that would make what you would say convincing. 

“Red.” You nudged him when you walked over to him in the Great Hall. “I have to talk to you.” You explained when he turned around.

“Hey Y/N, I got something for you.” He explained, ignoring your previous statement. “I know you don’t like missing Hogsmeade weekends, so I bought you this.” He continued, pulling the candy from his robes.

“That’s very sweet of you.” You smiled sadly at his hand before taking it. He gave you a questioning look before you shook your head. “Lavender wants to have a… date with you later.” You explained looking back up at his face.

“She can’t ask me herself?” He laughed making you bite your lip and shrug.

“I guess not.” You smiled, sitting next to him quietly. 

“You alright?” Ron asked when he saw you picking at your food. “Y/N.” Ron nudged you with his shoulder making you look up at him. “I asked if you’re alright.” He explained making you smile.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded. You couldn’t really tell him you upset that you would be breaking up with him even though it wasn’t technically going to be you. How would you have even begun to explain that?

Later that night you found yourself in a worse mood than you had been that morning. Lavender helped you get dressed, and you’d stayed quiet through the whole thing. She made sure you knew the plan and you were just giving her nods. You’d never dated anyone, and you didn’t know what if felt like to be broken up with, but you knew how your friends looked when it happened to them, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for being the reason Ron was going to be feeling that way soon.

You stayed quiet through most of the date. You were too nervous to come up with actual responses to questions he’d been asking you. Letting him hold your hand was all you’d given him, and by the time you’d gotten back to the common room you’d just let it out.

“I’m breaking up with you.” You blurted out making him stop what he was doing.

“Lavender I don’t understand.” Ron shook his head, his eyebrows knitted together while he looked down at you. “These past few days have been the best, what happened? What did I do?” He asked, making your eyes widen slightly. 

The best? You’d been horrible to the poor boy the past few days. Hadn’t you? Your chest ached at the thought of Lavender treating the sweet boy in front of you anyway other than lovingly. 

“We can’t be together anymore, that’s all there is to it.” You explained, shaking your head in return. It almost broke your own heart to be doing this for Lavender and having to see for yourself how exactly Ron was going to take the news. 

“Alright.” Ron mumbled, cupping your cheek before pulling you in for a kiss. You gasped but kissed back, moving closer to him. You’d almost forgotten what you were supposed to be doing, getting lost in the kiss before you quickly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. 

“I’m so sorry for this Red.” You whispered, turning away to make your way to your room. You couldn’t stop your hand from coming up to your face, a small smile forming when you brushed your fingers against your lips and remembered how his lips felt against yours. 

“Y/N?” Ron asked, making your fingers quickly fall from your lips and your eyes go wide as you froze in your spot.

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[theropoda]

saw some discussion of majima's Mad Dog Persona©®™ on twitter and thought itd be nice to put down my thoughts on it somewhere. spoilers for y0 and y4, sorta. i get a little emo so this is kinda long and unnecessarily wordy

if you ask me it's all about control and being used. in 1985 he and saejima are used as pawns, small part of something so much bigger. they thought they knew what they were doing, what their purpose was but they didn't. they didn't know the truth of their actions and what they were really being used for. the truth itself is something i don't fucking understand tho lol, the plot of yakuza 4 is such convoluted nonsense and my least favorite of all the games so far because of it. idk what happened all i know is that they were both used

and he's used in the hole, cause god knows that his torturers weren't doing this shit out of just duty but for fun, blow off some steam and frustration by going into the hole and kicking the poor dude's teeth in.

and in the grand he's used, like a donkey with a carrot dangling in front of him, always being told oh, make a few million more and we'll let you back into the clan. and when he reaches that goal, it's a few million more, actually. of course no one's gonna let go of this cash cow.

and oh my God. the entirety of yakuza 0 he's used and he's used in the worst most heart wrenching way possible oh my fuck.

im coming to that part of this post where i lack the energy to articulate my thoughts both cause i simply am tired and because im being EMO!!!!!!! but that entire scene.

shimano revealing that he KNEW that he sent majima to kill makoto because he KNEW that he couldn't kill her, and would instead protect her.

it's not just "following my orders without realizing their true purpose" anymore. it's "going against what ive been told to protect who i love, thinking i was doing something right, only to be told i was following the plan." imagine thinking you were saving someone, only to be playing into the hands of the people who wanted to hurt that someone.

how heart shattering and humiliating that must've been??? to realize that your actions were not your own!!!!! and the words that really fucking hammer that shit in and made me lose my mind a little, "i know ya better than ya know your damn self."

not just his actions but his feelings too. i have my issues w majima and makoto's relationship but the idea that even something as intimate as their love and trust was just a stepping stone to a bigger goal, something like that just being used for shimano's reach for power, that shit hurts.

EVERYTHING about majima was used. predictable. i cannot imagine how it feels to be seen through like that. it must be so fucking dehumanizing, again the actions you thought were your own were not your own. you were just being used for something else bigger than you. feeling like a puppet.

that entire series of events is the crux of his mad dog persona for me, his breaking point. this persona has changed and developed over the years, shifting to fit new needs like a dinosaur (because dinosaurs were CRAZY successful and versatile, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, you'd fucking go extinct if a big ball of fire hit you too) but its foundations really lay here.

it's born out of the sickness of being used again and again. your body is used and your FEELINGS are used, all actions that you thought were your own were not your own. everything about you is calculated.

but you can't be used if you're unpredictable. if you're nuts. the mad dog persona evolved, imo, to save majima from being used. he shows the world a fake, exaggerated version of himself keeping his true self hidden so no one knows what he's thinking or what he'll do next. now he can't be controlled, he controls himself, and he's no longer afraid to do what he damn well pleases. no one's going to tell him what to do.

as i said before, this person changes over time as he meets kiryu and co, reunites with saejima, etc...but that's for another time i think.

BEFORE i end this post i should definitely say; i think people ignore lee and sagawa's role in inspiring him to live the way he does. it's always nishitani nishitani nishitani, which yeah he did but lee and sagawa were a big impact on him too and i love that. i could write a whole lot on sagawa and majima's relationship but i'll say that the fact that majima learned a lesson (tenacity, in particular) from his literal abuser and captor is part of his adaptability. this man has done horrible things to him yet he was still able to...learn something from him. he makes do with what he has, learns whatever tricks life can give him, even if it's through pain and torture at the hand of some piss drinker.

[baecvlt]

Better Late than Never

in which the reader was set up on a blind date by Sonia Nevermind with Kazuichi Soda

• Kazuichi Soda x Reader

• fluff

• fem reader

• original idea <33

BTW YALL this might sound accidentally self insert-ish but that’s because I gave the character interests (since this is a date fic) but I dont know anything else to put for them. anyway enjoy still.

“So, there’s no one there?”

I glared at her, death staring into her clear, blue eyes. “What the fuck is ‘there’?”. She sighed and lightly hit my arm. “I’m asking you if you have a crush, silly!,” she spat, yet her tone remained friendly. I shook my head. “I don’t find any of these people attractive, Sonia”.

“So you wouldn’t go out witj a classmate?”

“No, Sonia”

She stays silent, suddenly darting her eyes at Hajime. “How about him,” she asked,“Hagime seems like a nice guy”. I shrugged. “Not my cup of tea, really”. She then points at Teruteru,“And him?”. I looked at Teruteru, who was already gawking me. “God, no, Sonia,” I gagged,“Too perverted for my liking”. She then began listing names. Here is what I had to say for all of them.

Hajime: Boring

Nekomaru: LOUD

Fuyuhiko: Mean and short

Nagito: Psycho!

Eventually, she gave up. I didnt feel any way of them, who’s to know how I feel about anyone else at this school? “Fine,” she said, but her eyes lit up,“Oo! How about-”.

“Oof!”

He had bumped into me, knowing me to the floor. Kazuichi Soda: the Ultimate Mechanic. “Yeah, him!,” Sonia said. I looked at Kazuichi, disgust on my face. “Not in a million years”. “Huh?” (Kazuichi was madly confused). Sonia grumbled,“What’s wrong with him?”.

“What isn’t there wrong with him? He also doesn’t bathe!”

“Ouch, I bathe,” he said. “Why were you in such a rush anyway?,” I asked. He shrugged, but eventually sighed and revealed his reason. “I got excited,” he said softly. Sonia and I were confused.

“I just got updated on my— something. I’m going to the office to see what they have to tell me about this thing I’m in the middle of”

I was confused, but I had to know now. “Anyway, I’m sorry,” he said, walking right past us. I stood there, but Sonia got my attention. “Come on, we’re gonna be late to Economics”. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to class. When we got there, everybody was huddled up. There was something they were being discreet about. “Hello, friends,” Sonia said,“What are we talking about?”. “Kazuichi,” Ibuki said without the slightest hesitation.

Okay, maybe not that discreet.

“What’s wrong with him?,” I asked,“Besides all that, I mean”. “Cut him some slack,” Hajime said, now I knew the situation was a little more sensitive than I thought. Sonia and I both got our chair to listen. Hajime sighed,“This morning, I woke up and went to get Kazuichi for class. He wasn’t in his room. Later that day, I went go check on him and he was in his room, but when I opened the door, his eyes were just read and tired. I asked him is all was well, he only nodded and smiled. It took a while, but he still told me he was okay, now adding in the detail that the board had gotten back to him on his request to be transferred elsewhere”. My mouth dropped slightly. “Transferred where?,” I asked, Hajime only shrugged.

“This is all Sonia’s fault!”

We looked at Hioyoko, Sonia quick in defending herself. “He wouldn’t transfer schools because of me, it’s probably all your fault,” she was defensive,“Maybe if you weren’t so mean to him all the time—”. Suddenly, arguing broke out. I heard many things. Hajime said he hasn’t shown interest in her lately, Sonia seeming slightly offended. Gundham was blamed, Ibuki wasn’t being blamed (she was never cold with him). Suddenly, Mikan spoke out. “Wait!”. She yelled, so we were quiet. Surprised by her tone, it made us all shut up. “What if it’s all our faults?,” she suggested,“Y-You didn’t have to be cold to him. Who else besides Ibuki or Hajime spoke to him without immediately judging character?”. It made me think, but suddenly Fuyuhiko spoke. “Fuck that!,” he said,“The dude probably wasn’t enough to be here so they dropped him. He was also probably too embarrassed to say that. And the eyes? Please! They were red because he might be some type of pothead; high out of his mind!”. “That’s a really shitty thing to say,” Hiyoko said,“Even *I* know that’s harsh”.

“I don’t give a fuck; Its true”

Hajime shook his head,“I’m gonna agree with Mikan”. “Wait isn’t it like extremely hard to transfer from this school?”. “No, not quite,” Chiaki said,“When given valid reason, the board can transfer a student elsewhere”. “If in fact the mistreatment of Kazuichi was the reason he sought transfer,” Peko added,“He probably went with ‘mental health concerns’. Since we’re all of age, he wouldn’t need to run it by a parent or guardian, making it much easier for him to transfer”. There was silence. “So what now?,” I ask. Hajime had a quick answer,“We treat him better”. “Is it not too late?”. Peko shook her head.

“If Kazuichi really went to simply be spoken about the appeal, students are given three days to make their final decision. Afterwards, there is no going back since students are allowed an appeal once”

We all still sat there. Were some of us actually cold towards him? I mean, everyone else in the academy didn’t even acknowledge him (neither did some of us, but we were around more, right?). “Alright, studebts, to your seats now!”. The professor being there had us scurrying away from Hajime’s desk. Throughout the whole class, I couldn’t focus. I kept thinking of Kazuichi, but why? Why did I care about him leaving so much?

The bell rang, Sonia waited for me. Econimics was our last class every Thrusday. The minute I was within her reach, she continued the conversation from earlier today. “So, I was thinking: you can’t talk to boys for shit,” she said. “And?”.

“What if I set you up on a blind. date.— huh? How about that?”

I sneered. Blind dates—they were such a tacky idea to me, what the fuck, but this was Sonia. She always new what was best for me when it came to, well, everything. Plus, it might be fun, or funny?

“Oh, what the hell. I’ll give it a try”

Sonia smiled so hard, her eyes shut. She squealed. “I cant wait,” she said,“I promise, this’ll be good for you. Just you wait!”. She kissed me on the cheek, leaving me behind. “Wait— we aren’t going home together?,” I asked. She shook her head. “I have some things to take care of! See you tomorrow, love”. She hurries her way. That girl. I’ll never understand her…

“Hey, how’s it going? … Nice … Well, now that you ask, I was wondering if you were open to a blind date? … Splendid! Friday, agree to meet with this girl, here’s her number … Let’s make things more interesting … Don’t tell her your name … Yes, you do know her”

I got home, setting my book bag down and practically collapsing onto my mattress. What a day. Before I got in thought about all that I was told today, as if on cue, my phone rang. It was a message, one from a number I had never seen before.

???: Hi :)

I was friendly, I didn’t have to be.

Me: Hello :)

As if a second cue went off, Sonia texts me.

Sonia: Has your blind date messaged you? btw make up a name! dont reveal anything !

Me: OH okok

I return back to the unknown sender.

Me: sonia put you up to this ?

???: yes, ma’am (or sir, or i have no clue. sonia said you were a girl. sorry)

Me: hey dont worry, sonia said she was setting me up with a guy, so i assumed too. i am a girl and being called ma’am doesn’t bother me.

???: well you assumed correctly, but thank you for letting me know, ma’am i get unsure.

???: anyway, what’s ur name?

I thought of a good, normal name, but nothing occurred to me. I looked all around my room for an object. Suddenly, my eyes landed on the family camera I had left in my room whenI used it for a project.

Me: my name is cam, hbu

???: Zero

Me: Is that really your name?

Zero: no but it makes sense to me

Me: wdym?

Zero: itd just me i guess

Me: ur gonna make me sad booo

Zero: oops, sorry !

Me: lol Its fine. but seriously, I know there is someone who cares about you. if anything Is wrong. you can talk to me, even if our date friday goes to shit :)

Zero: Yeahyesh thanks for that, Cam. its just my friends, i dont feel seen by them and it just feels like my parents have followed me.

Me: Well, they probably really love you. if it helps, I care about you :))

Zero: you’re very kind

Me: aw noooo. anyway, how was your day?

Zero: it coulda been better. yours?

Me: yeaaaa same here

Zero: what’s wrong?

Me: found something out ab a friend of mine.

Zero: is everything okay?

Me: Yea it all should be if I can fix things with him

Zero: you must really care ab him

Me: yea i really do

“Zero” decided it’d be best to change the subject since he figured it was slightly depressive (which it was). From the time I got home (4am) to 12am, we talked. I was excited because for once in my life, I was speaking to someone who liked the things I did. The same movies, the same bands. He listened to a lot of new wave and indie rock. Eventually, I got sleepy, so we called it a night. He called me cute and let me go to bed.

I actually looked forward to our date Friday. I didn’t care who he was, for he was perfect.

Morning came around and I just wanted to talk to him. In fact that’s all I did. We texted in homeroom, Theater, Calculus, etc. It was Friday today, meaning we’d have to meet today after school, thus revealing ourselves. Sonia and I were in calculus and she noticed I wouldn’t put my phone down. “God, someone’s obsessed,” she teased. “He means everything to me,” I said, breaking no eye contact with my screen. Sonia went to Kazuichi, who I have class with for Calculus, Government and Chem (which we both failed last year). I couldn’t care to break my focus on my screen, but I did head him mutter “she’s perfect”. So Kazuichi found someone else? That’s fine, but will she care enough to stop him from transferring? Could be be transferring for her?!

As the day grew the situation began getting fucking dire.

I was headed to my final class, chemistry. I had my phone in hand, texting away and very distracted. Suddenly, just like yesterday: “Oof!”. I was on the floor and above me? Kazuichi Soda. “I’m sorry, oh my god,” he said as he helped me up. I shook my head. “Nono, this time it’s my fault,” I said, dusting myself off,“I wasn’t paying attention”. 

“I was also very distracted, heh”

I smiled, picking his phone up from the ground. His screen turned on, exposing that he had been listening to music. “Cocteau Twins”. I handed him his phone. “You like them,” I asked. He nodded,“Do you?”. 

“Yeah, I do”

“Cool... where are you headed?”

“Chem”

“Why so early? There’s a whole hour and a half till we have to be there, plus the 5 minute tardy bell”

“I like being early. Where were you going?”

“My room,” he said,“I can’t find my chemistry journal, so I figured I should look for it before class”. “In your room?”. He nodded. For some sick and weird reason, I felt bad leaving him to do that on his own. “I can help you,” I blurted, almost instantly. His face lit up. “Really?!”. His overly joyed expression brought a smile out in me as well. “Yeah,” I answered softly. He grabbed my hand and ran with me up to his room, having me keep up with him. We got to his room as my heels skid slightly behind him. When opened the door and turned on the light, my jaw dropped.

His room was a complete and utter mess.

“Kazu- how is anything gonna get found in here?,” I asked, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible. “Its manageable,” he answered, entering and starting to look through all his junk,“I haven’t had the energy to clean my room anyway. It hasn’t really bothered me”. I shook my head as I walked in. “No, this isn’t right,” I said, an idea coming to mind,“Why don’t you lay there and rest up a little? I’ll clean your room”. His eyes lit up. “Really?”. I nodded, a warm smile creeping up on my lips. “Well, okay,” he answered,“Thank you, sweetheart”. I couldn’t even react to the pet name. His hat rested over his eyes as he quite literally fell asleep before my very eyes. 

With that, I got to work.

Cleaning out his room, taught me a few things. He also happens to like the same films as I do, but he likes more action films. I also learned he has a much bigger wardrobe than I thought. Lastly, he isn’t as mess as I thought. He had everything one would need to clean, even owned a vacuum. It took me about 1 hour and 5 minutes to clean out. I hadn’t realized it was that long, time went by me like a breeze. I approached him and sat by him. In a pattern, I shook him carefully then played with his hot pink hair, which was softer than expected. 

God, there’s something wrong with me. 

He woke up and I removed the hat from over his eyes. He lay as he looked around, seeing his room uncluttered. “Wow, it’s like a brand new room,” he said happily. “Yep”. He sat up and smiled back at me. “Thank you,” he repeated. 

“It’s nothing, really”

His voice was still groggy, I could tell he was a little dazed after his nap. He lay back and laughed to himself as we sat on his bed. “What?”. He shook his head as the lazy smile on his face grew slightly wider. “You’re really pretty”. I blushed a little, and laughed nervously. “Thanks”. He sat back up again, we both had no idea what to do now, but look at each other. It was a comfortable silence. I could forever into his oddly colored eyes. 

I wanted him to kiss me, now.

I’ve truly lost my mind. I had no idea if it was just tension or anything but that. Would I like it or would I despise it. I decided to maybe test these waters, but before I could, he beat me to it. Out of nowhere, he grabbed my chin, pulling me to his lips. Kissing me skillfully, he lay back and I followed so I wouldn’t be away from him, leaving me straddling his lap. What a day to forget to wear shorts under my skirt. With how he kiss me and I kissed him, it was no secret we wanted this for a while now. The fact that I wanted this made my stomach knot. We pulled away, slightly winded. “That was so fucking hot”. I proceeded to tell him this never happened. He agreed it didn’t. Then he added:

“I’ve never done that before”

“Neither have I-”

Then, it hit me. Kazuichi was my first kiss.

“This must be a very shitty realization,” he said, laughing a little. “Shut up, let’s get to class”. He nodded, getting up from bed, seeing that his journal was on his now clean and visible desk. He picked it up and now we were ready to go. We were still early, despite distance and how crowded the halls were. We sat at our own table, usually we both sat alone since none of our friends had this class. We all knew each other, but we wouldn’t exactly call certain people friends. Anyway, during class, I was extremely bothered. I felt sick and I couldn’t stop thinking about that fucking kiss.

At all.

I really didn’t want him to leave. I couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving. I had to stop it, but why did I want to anyway. Is this pity? It didn’t feel like it; I can tell when I pity someone and this didn’t feel like pity. Could it be that he’s always been there?

I’ve never fallen in love before, nor caught feelings. Something about him felt so familiar. What has Kazuichi done for me?

I began to think and it all came to me. The times I had no one else to talk to so he’d be there, whenever someone has bailed on me I’d go to him. I’ve taken him for granted, yet he’s smiled through it all. To think I’d hurt him made me feel worse. “God, I hate this class,” he whispered to me. I broke away from my thought. “Oh, me too,” I answered,“How are you doing, though?”. 

“In this class?”

I nodded. “Terrible”.

I mouthed an “oh”. After a second, I offered a solution. “Well, you can always ask me for help,” I said. “Seriously?,” his eyes lit up like when we were in his room. God his crooked, toothy smile had me smiling, it was intoxicating. “Yeah, come to me anytime,” I said, getting quiet. This was quite awful. On top of that, I remembered I had a date after today. I didn’t even want whoever the fuck I had to meet with. As planned by Sonia, we were to meet at the bridge in between dorms on the third floor at 7pm (mind you, I don’t have a room in this school so there really is no reason for me to stay so late). Now that I think about it, it really sounds like more of a meetup than a date. Maybe it wasn’t so important for me to meet this mystery man. I can just text him I was no longer interested.

And that’s what I chose to do.

After class, I bumped into Sonia. She smiled widely when she saw me. “Oh my god, Are you excited for tonight?!”. Here I am, bursting her bubble.

“No”

Her smile went down slowly. “Why not?,” she asked. “I’m not going”.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN’T GOING?”

That was probably the loudest she’s ever spoken. “I mean, I don’t want to”. “But this was important, what the fuck,” she seemed too upset about it. “I don’t want him,” I said,“I’m into someone else”. “WHO?”. I swallowed before the name came out of my mouth,“Kazuichi...”.She slapped her hand over her mouth. “I know its emba-”.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M GONNA SAY, oh my god. You have to go still, don’t leave your blind date hanging, please. I’m begging you, please!”

I scoffed.

I nodded. “Fine, but I really cannot pretend to have a good time,” I said to her. Nodding frantically, she said she knows. Ultimately, it was my choice and she knew that. Sonia walked home with me, then said she would walk back with me when it came time to meet my blind date. She wanted be there for when he was revealed. I got a message from this man when I got home.

Zero: Hey, are you sure you want to meet?

  I raised a brow and showed Sonia. She covered her mouth, but quickly told me to say yes. So that’s exactly what I did. 

Me: Yeah

Zero: ok

  “He isn’t into it,” I said, showing Sonia the messages. “He will be”. Damn, she was so dead set on this and for what? “Come on,” she said,“We should get going”. I nodded, getting up from the floor we sat on in my room. Locking up, we swiftly headed to the bridge.

It was dark by the time we got there.

“Hello?”

No answer. “Maybe wait a little,” Sonia suggested,“He gets shy”. I turned to her. “Do you know him?,” I asked. “Of course I do”. She must’ve misunderstood what I asked. “No, but do you know him know him,” I cleared up,“like is he close to any of us”. She nodded, now I was really curious. A couple minutes passed and he still wasn’t there. “See,” I said,“Fucking no-show!”. My hands clenched into a fist. Sonia was getting closer to me, looking as if she had some consoling words to say, but she stopped. Smiling, she backed away. Then, I heard footsteps behind me. She stepped away from me, nodding towards me, but that was just a signal for me to turn around. I heard a gasp,“You?”. 

The familiarity of the voice—it all made sense now.

“You!,” I cried. My eyes watered as a smiling Kazuichi stood in front of me. I hugged him and I could tell he wasn’t expecting me. “God, I thought you’d hate me,” he sighed, relieved. I shook my head. “I’ll leave you to it,” Sonia said,“I have to go anyway; my ride’s here”. We waved her off, getting back to each other. “Wanna head into my room?”.

We headed into his room, snuck in, I’m not supposed to be here. He threw himself onto his bed as his hands made a gesture for me to get on. I straddled him like before and kissed him. “Someone’s excited,” he teased. I scoffed. “I’m not the only one”. His face turned red as he looked away. “Hey, Kazuichi? Can we talk”. He nodded, waiting for me to introduce the topic. 

“Hajime and, well, everyone else including Sonia and myself were talking and—”

“Yeah?”

“That you’re leaving?”

“Oh... yeah. I am”

I frowned, getting off him, now sitting next to him. He looked upset now that he remembered. “It isn’t too late now, is it?”. He shook his read putting his hat on his bedside drawer (me thinks this is the first time I’ve seen him without a hat). “Tomorrow, I go confirm my decision,” he said,“I feel... miserable in Hope Peak. I don’t belong here”.

“Kazu...”

“You don’t know what it feels like not having anything in common with anyone. Everyone being so fucking distant”

“I do know how the first one feels, but... we have each other to relate to”

“I just hate how this school makes me feel and I want it to go away”

He shivered as his eyes began to water. It hurt so much to see him cry. I never have. “Baby, look at me,” I said to him,“We all love you, okay? I love you. I’m sorry for being so cold towards you this whole time. You were always there”. He stuck his head into my chest and just let everything go. I played with his hair as he got rid of emotion. I lay his head down and straddled him again. Quickly, I kissed all over his tear-stained face, the taste of salt persistent on my lips. The kisses got him riled up and giggly once again, making him tackle me. I fell back on the bed as he did the same to me. He smooched me on the lips before giving me his final word.

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

I nodded, not pressuring him. I wanted him to be so sure about staying. I also wanted him to know that if he did stay, I would be there, always. “You need a ride home?”, he asked. I could have gone home, but I didn’t necessarily want to. “Aw, don’t you want me to stay?,” I pouted. The way I said it was so playful it almost felt like teasing. He blushed frantically answering,“Yeah, I do”. I then realized I didn’t have clothes to sleep in.

And no, sleeping in underwear could never be an option. (Not yet, at least)

“Damnit, I don’t have clothes”. That’s when he opened his drawer and threw some sweatpants at me. “You have a shirt under that one, correct?,” he asked. I nodded, unbuttoning my school shirt. it was a silk black undershirt, could be used as an undergarment or sleepwear. “Hey, I’m just gonna go out to the communal to wash up, okay?”.

“That’s fine, baby”

He smiled, heading off with his toothbrush and towel. Once the door shut, I with a I slid off my socks. I then stood up and took off my skirt. The clothing fit me kind of snug, but I didn’t mind. I lay back and waited for him patiently.

His shower was quick, well, in my opinion it was. His hair gave off a brisk scent, as he lay next to me. His eyes looked weak as he hug his face into my chest. It wasn’t in a weird way or anything, so I simply assumed he was tired. “Are you sleepy, yet?”. He nodded, his face in deeper. “I’m really sleepy,” he said softly. I ran my fingers through his hair like before and let him sleep. Watching how at ease he was in my embrace soothed me to rest. According to Hajime, he was usually a light sleeper. The slightest touch or noise would wake him up. He would shift around or mumble in his sleep. This time, it was different.

It was peaceful.

The next morning, I woke up and put on yesterday’s clothes. When I got to putting on my shoes, I felt him move behind me. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” I said sweetly. “Good morning, angel,” he said, his voice straining as he stretched with a grunt,“Time?”. 

“9:30”

He got up and threw on a pair of clothes that I have never seen him in. “You want a ride home?,” he asked,“I meet with the board today at 10. If I take you home now, I can make it back in good time”. I nodded, going hand in hand with him after he had put his shoes on.

I never knew Kazuichi drove. I recall him say he had terrible motion sickness, yet here he was driving me home in a borrowed car that had been worked on in the school’s auto shop class. I had nothing else to talk about and the silence was killing me. “So you can drive?”.

“I can drive”

“What about your motion sickness?”

He clicked his tongue. “Yeah, that’s always been there, always will be,” he began to explain,“but I’ve learned to ignore it”. He put his arm around me, smiling. I smiled, yet I was terrified. What if I wasn’t enough to make him stay? As he drove, I noticed he had nothing in mind. With Kazuichi, you can always tell when there’s something on his mind. Always. He’ll squint, mouth some words to himself...that’s how you know. It began to overwhelm me and I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry knowing there was possibly nothing I can say or do for him to stay. He may know I love him, but what if the timing was off?

Oh, well.

We arrived at my home, him walking me up to my doorstep. He kissed me, his smile dropping afterward. Fuck, he must’ve noticed... “Hey, is everything okay?”. I nodded. “Okay,” he said, uncertainty in his tone,“Well, text me if anything!”. I nodded, a faint smile on my face. I headed inside and lay in bed.

My memory of that Saturday and the Sunday that followed are fogged. I don’t remember leaving my room, let alone my house. Monday came around. I was nervous. I walked down the halls, Sonia standing and an expression of worry spread across her face. “Sonia,” I said,“What’s wrong?”. She gulped and I knew nothing positive would come out of this.

“Hajime hasn’t seen Kazuichi all day”

My eyes widened and I wanted to pass out. “No, that can’t be!”. I didn’t want to feel this. It was all guilt. Why, though? Everything seemed fine when we had last seen each other, it made no sense. “You haven’t talked to him?,” she asked. I shook my head. Sonia sighed. “Okay,” she began,“We have government today. Your only class with him. All we have to do is wait and then we’ll know for sure”. I nodded, trying not to let emotions get to me.

Now in government, I waited, We all did. None of us had heard a word from him. Soon enough, an hour passed: no Kazuichi. Tearful, my eyes shut as I placed my head on my table. Hajime walked up to me. “If its in any consolation at all,” he began,“Kazuichi really did like you. He loved you. I’m sure he knew you loved him”.

“Why the fuck do you make it sound like he’s dead?”

“I see how it would sound like so. I’m just gonna leave my words at that”

My eyes were burning and a headache began growing. Suddenly, there was pounding on thr door, pounding that startled the class. The teacher sighed. The knock was that of a late student, which obviously would’ve annoyed her considering this is a 65 minute class and it had been an hour or so. A student volunteered for the door and there stepped in a distressed Kazuichi.

“WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TEXT ME?!?”

I sniffled and my heart was beating out of my chest when I heard his voice and saw his face. “Kazuichi?!”. I ran up to him and hugged him, he was tense. “I was so worried,” he said. “That makes two of us”. I kissed him, he asked if I was okay and I nodded so frantically. “I didn’t text because I was sad!”. He hugged me tighter, kissing my forehead. I looked into his eyes, falling in love. Then I had realized one thing. “Wait”. He looked at me,“What’s up?”.

“WHY ARE YOU SO LATE?!”

“I HAD AN EYE EXAM!”

He walked to the teacher and handed her a doctor’s note. “You know I can’t mark you present right?,” she said. “You can’t mark me absent either, miss”. Yeah, he wasn’t the best student here. He walked back up to me and kissed me. “There’s like 2 minutes left,” he said,“Can we leave?”.

“Just go”

Being a nuisance paid off as we were all let out early. He grabbed my book bag and ran with me, pulling me by the hand. He took me to the back of the school, yeah, the very back behind the gym. I sat in his lap as he kissed me once more harder, now that no one was watching. I then faced him. “I thought you were leaving,” I whined. He ran his hands through my hair. “I was going to,” he said,“but I couldn’t do that to you, or to myself”. We sat in silence till I said,“Who would’ve thought?”.

“Yeah, in a million years, huh? What year we in?”

“Shut up”

I kissed him and felt him smile against my lips. “Don’t change, Kazuichi”. “Don’t plan on it,” he said,“I love you”. “I love you too”.

[yikesharringrove]

how about billy and steve aren’t able to quarantine together they are at their respective homes. but no neil please he’s dead none of him billy live with his mom and the boys are struggling but they’re trying

so, basically, Billy’s mom took her with him when she left Neil.

-

pwetty boi 🥺👉👈: should we just break up?

The text made Billy’s heart stop.

He knew Steve was being weird on the phone when they talked. Whenever Steve was quiet, it meant bad.

I mean, do you WANT to?

pwetty boi 🥺👉👈: like, no, but would it be easier? do YOU want to?

Of COURSE I don’t want to.

Billy sighed, tossing his phone onto the counter, scrubbing his hands down his face.

“What’s going on, Starfish?” He looked up at his mom with one eye.

“Steve’s being insecure.” She raised an eyebrow. “I just talked to him and now he’s texting me and asking if I want to break up.” They had met in college, both joined the LGBT+ club at Chapman University, ended up working at one of the coffee shops on campus together. They had been together for just about a year, spent almost all their time together.

And then global pandemic forced Steve outta the dorms and back to Indiana while Billy packed up and headed down to his mom’s place in San Diego.

“Why do you think he’s thinking that?”

“Steve’s clingy. He likes being around people, and being touched, like just straight cuddled, and his parents are real shitty, and pretty much ignore the fact that he exists, and me not being around to like, help him out is probably really fucking with him.”

She twisted one of his curls around her finger.

“Would his parents let him come here? He could stay with us.”

“I asked him when all this shit first went down, but they’re like, really freaking out about everything and want him home. It’s the first time they’ve been home for longer six days since Steve was fourteen.” Her jaw dropped.

“Oh my God. Poor Stevie. How could a parent just, just treat their child like that?” Billy licked her hand, made her laugh loudly. He checked his phone, finding a bunch of new texts from Steve.

pwetty boi 🥺👉👈: i’m sorry. i just feel like a chore.

pwetty boi 🥺👉👈: like, i think itd be easier for you

pwetty boi 🥺👉👈: if you dont have to deal with me

pwetty boi 🥺👉👈: im sorry im bothering you

Billy sighed.

“I should probably call him. He’s spiraling pretty hard. Twenty bucks says he hasn’t taken his meds in like, a week.” His mom tried to stifle a laugh, flicking a dish towel at him. He grinned at her while he pressed the call button.

“Hi, Bill.”

“Stevie, take your fuckin’ meds.” Steve huffed into the phone. “You can’t hide from me, Pretty Boy. I know how you get.”

“But I mean, think about it. You wouldn’t have to, to call and check in on me, you could just like, live your life. Date. If you wanted to.”

“We’re in a global pandemic. I’m not gonna go out and date, even if I fuckin’ wanted to break up with you.” He put his face down on the counter. “Now I’m gonna stay right here until you take your fucking meds.”

He could hear Steve stomping around on the line, slamming things around.

“Okay, I fucking took them.”

“Good. Now listen. I love you. I don’t want to break up with you. Even being halfway across the country from you, I’m so fucking happy. And it kills me that I can’t be with you right now, that I can’t hold you and help you, but I’m still here for you.”

“I’m sorry, Bill.” Steve sniffed. “I just, I hate it here. My parents are, are just all up in my shit, and my mom hasn’t let me leave the fucking neighborhood, and I, I’m so stressed out about school, and that I’m bringing you down and I feel like a fucking burden to everyone in my life and I, I” Steve broke down into sobs.

Billy’s heart fucking shattered.

All he wanted was to climb into a shitty dorm bed with Steve, hold him nice and close until he stopped feeling like shit about himself, until he understood that Billy fucking loves him.

“I’m sorry, Honey. I’m sorry I can’t help you. I wish I could do more. I love you. You are not a burden to me. I just, I wanna fucking climb through this phone and drag you home with me.”

“Maybe, maybe I could talk to my mom about, about visiting.” Billy held the phone out to his mom, putting Steve on speaker.

“Mom, tell Steve he can move in with us until it’s safe again.” She laughed lightly, taking the phone.

“Hi, Pumpkin. You are more than welcome here with us. Billy’s has been gardening up a storm. We’ve been giving away tomatoes to all the neighbors.” Steve laughed, it still sounded kinda wet.

“That sounds like heaven, ma’am.” She smiled warmly at Billy.

“Have Starfish send you my phone number, I can speak with your parents if you like. We’ve been very safe here. I’ve been sewing masks and giving them to all our friends as well.”

“I mean, I’ve been so miserable here, maybe, they might let me. I think my dad wouldn’t mind not having to deal with me anymore.” His mom pursed her lips at that. “I asked him for help with one of my classes, because apparently I forgot that he sucks, and he just told me I was an idiot for like, twenty minutes.”

She threw her rag down, her mouth all scrunched up.

“Baby, get the fuck out of that house. Come out here and hang out with me and my mom. We’ll help you with your work and won’t call you shitty names the whole time.”

“I don’t know, I am really fucking stup-”

“If you finish that fucking sentence, I swear to God, Steve.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Have your mom call my mom to set up our play date. We can have you quarantine in the guest room for a while after traveling.”

“Okay. Thank you, Bill.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

-

Billy was driving slowly through the pick up line.

They had a whole plan of attack. Steve had put on a pair of latex gloves, and would put his bags in the trunk and then sit in the back seat.

Billy was gonna take him home, and he was gonna shower while Billy tossed his traveled in clothes in the laundry.

He saw Steve standing there, his big duffel bag slumped next to his large suitcase.

He was in a mask, but waved giddily at Billy in his mom’s car.

They executed the plan flawlessly, and before they knew it, they were making out in the guest room of Billy’s little house.

His mom knocked on the door.

Steve rolled off of him sheepishly.

“You can come in.”

“Are you sure?” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I’m sure, Mom.” She winked at him when she came in.

She hugged Steve tight, and Billy’s heart fucking soared as Steve melted into the hug.

“I’m so glad you could come out here. It’s wonderful to meet you.”

She smelled like fresh bread and lilies. Steve loved it.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Hargrove.”

“Oh please, call me Beth.” She pulled away from the hug. “Sweet Thing, come help me set the table. Let Steve get his bearings.” Steve was grinning.

“Billy calls me Sweet Thing.”

“Well, he comes from a long line of nicknamers, so you better get used to it, Sugar.” Billy kissed him on the cheek as he followed his mom out.

Steve still has no idea what Beth said to his mother to convince her to send Steve out to San Diego for the foreseeable future.

But somehow, she had made it work, and he wasn’t gonna be alone, or with cold parents that called him names, wasn’t gonna have to cry himself to sleep, not when he could sneak into Billy’s cozy little room.

He could garden with Billy, and Billy said he’d teach him how to skateboard, take him on bike rides around town.

They would cook, and Billy would help him finish the semester online, and the weather was warm and-

And Billy loved him.

Loved him so much he convinced his parents to let him fly across the country to live with him.

Steve had never been loved like this before.

And he was gonna fucking cherish it.

[icecreamkink]

so i watched cobra kai all in two days and i have so many -

this show has so many cool and smart angles to it, but the same time.... its so stupid oh my god everyone is so dumb literally mr miyagi held all of the braincells in this whole universe 

like i am but at the same time i am not surprised it was made like this, bc in hindsight of course there were hordes of ppl simping over johnny lawrence ....  but it still amuses me that this is like... an Actual Official Thing

ok this will get long so cut it is

how much fun this cast has is super visible and i love it

i rly enjoy how the world was expanded ! i did grow up watching the karate kid movies, so watching how they progressed the world of the movies so organically was pretty cool. it rly feels like its the same universe

i fucking LOVE stories that are largely about a Thing. dancing ,skating, sports its just so thrilling to experience this all consuming relationship people can have with this type of activity? and martial arts are just that much more intense, so yeah, grown ass men kicking each other around at the lightest provocation and a war veteran caring so much abt teen karate is Ridiculous.... but i love it all because thats the intensity i find so thrilling

was kinda surprised with how much im missing mr. miyagi. first because, like everyone is so unhinged jesus christo, it just really throws into relief how much his character grounded the narrative of the movies. but also hes just a really great character

and on that note it rly Gets Me that the show itself aknowledges that and plays that into daniels angst and all the little ways they sorta weave myiagisms into the whole show........ im not getting emotional over this dumb karate dads show OK

related - i really miss hearing ‘daniel-san’ 🥺🥺

ACE DEGENERATE oh god oh no

they really went down the down and out johnny lawrence route huh. like i was always kinda bummed we see kreese choking him and then we never see him again in the movies, and while i love dumpster fire problematic trash himbo ck johnny, its like......................... actually really sad that his life turned out like this fjngn

everytime i hear ‘babes’ and ‘pussy’ i die a little inside. i know thats the point but i am a v cringe easy person, have mercy (ehe)

loved the way they are constantly drawing parallels between johnny and mr. myiagi of all people. hes the handy man of his building that has a bullied kid asking for help and eventually steps up to teach them karate, beats up a bunch of bullies for him, creates a friendship with said kid, estranged from family, drinks his sorrows away, surprisingly one of the least quick to anger characters (which says more about everyone else really but.... Well.), no schemes or ulterior motives hes just tryna vibe here.... oh and ofc magically heals miguel of is asthma apparently. the true disciple.. meanwhile daniel is his usual messy petty self even tho he wants to be mr myiagi so bad 

also interesting about that is how miguels character is a parallel of both johnny and daniel at the same time

overall the parallels in ck are done really well, drawing comparisons and also subverting them constantly. theyre well thought out

THE PARALELOGRAMS

fr tho, the angle being explicitly the cycle of trauma and its effects and how trumatized adults in turn traumatize kids, maliciously or not, is so interesting

but! on the flip side of that, it feels like the writers are getting in their own way @ letting the characters grow. especially this last season. theres only so many times you can do "johnny and daniel are getting along but 5mins later they are (literally) fighting over some dumbass random issue" or "johnny puts in 20% of effort with robby and then gives up" before it gets on your nerves yknow?

i see daniel no longer talks like macchio ingested 15 shots of espresso before every take and idk how to feel about that tbh

interesting tension in daniel, as in, in tkk mr miyagi was there and daniel was frankly, kind of a lil shit, this messy petty spitfire hot tempered sassy kid,(johnny lawrence voice: just... stop being so annoying) but now hes the adult, and he wants to be mr. miyagi... but hes just not, and never will be to his very core and it shakes him and in a way hes trying to find who he is now that he sees himself in a position to be a not! cobra kai figure. i kinda really like that 

plus how that relates to his cobra kai trauma. idk if the writers thought abt it Like That, i think so, but in any case, its interesting bc it seems like daniel has told everyone whod listen about johnny lawrence his Pretty Boy Karate Rival and high school and 84 cobra kai... But. no one seems to know what went on in 85 (or 86? idk) which was just so much worse

like ye og cobras were shitheads, but tkk iii is just two hours of daniel being emotionally and physically tortured. 

like, the third movie is.............chaotic, to put it nicely, and many people ignore it, but the writers clearly didnt. daniels actions are, in a way, responding so much more to the events of tkk iii than to the first movie ie. johnny himself, AND. daniel doesnt rly seem to have dealt with that trauma? he never told sam? doesnt feel like hes ever told amanda? he doesnt even say terrys name out loud? freaks Out over kreese ? the way he reacts to robbys deceit? his FACE when he walks past the new "fear does not exist in this dojo" paint or kreeses photo? hmMm i sense Pain

his fashion tho........... disappointing. where are the flower shirts daniel huh we had one (1) shirt what a tragedy STOP WEARING SUITS ALL THE TIME . also the band ts/grunge bi are a look for johnny but part of me longs for the preppy lovable 80s bully chic johnny lawrence getups

weird that they never used that last moment of karate kid where johnny kinda... snaps out of his anger and hands daniel the trophy almost in tears. like “youre alright larusso, good match” “thanks a lot”  that being their last direct interection seems like itd be perfect fruit for cobra kai but... they just dont. weird. 

especially when, the FIRST SCENE they see each other, suposedly in 30+ years, the first thing to come out of daniels mouth is QUOTE "u still got those golden locks huh?" WHO SAYS SHIT LIKE THAT DANIEL FUCKING SAN 

also amandas immediate reaction "your pretty boy rival?" like. can we talk about the fact that daniel had to have imparted to his wife the very important information that his high school bully/karate rival was like Really Cute and Fucking Hot Actually

 the writers Knew exactly what they were doing and honestly.............. power to them

tkk director voice: and billy was just so cute  

also I was thinking that daniel sounded strangely fond in that first scene, and i wonder if he developed a weird affection for johnny on the grounds that of all of his Karate Rivals johnny was actually the only one who didn’t actively tried to literally kill him

i was actually delightedly surprised with how great the chemistry between them is, like from the get go i am Invested. their rl friendship totally bleeds through and its fantastic

. granted, idiots enemies to lovers friends is my Thing so i am biased  

johnny lawrence: i am down in the dumps, i fucked up my whole life and my sons probably, largely in light of the trauma that the father figure sensei and the philosophy of my karate inflicted on me and all my friends. u know what i should do, as a traumatized, unreliable mess of an adult? teach that same philosophy to some other kids! what could go wrong! 

but really i enjoy the setup of it. i kinda like that i watched it late because, season 1 was johnny setting himself up for failure in a way and it was exciting to watch it all go to shit sjfn

Like. his heart might be in the right place, but theres just.... not a way to teach something like ‘strike hard, no mercy’ and not have it fuck up a kid 

case and point: aisha, miguel and hawk become annoying as all hell over that bullshit in the end of s1, even before shit gets truly fucked up

billys subtle panicked eyes when he sees hawk and miguel fighting dirty in the all valley was SO GOOD especially in parallel with the panic that is so visible in his face in the movie when kreese tells bobby to injure daniel and in the sweep the leg scene 

seen people question wether kreese should have returned and i absolutely think he needed to. johnny needed to realize that cobra kais fundamentals are flawed, at the root, beyond kreese himself being a toxic piece of shit 

also who are we kidding? we are here to see the tkk characters play on new playgrounds!

i get what they're doing abt kreeses backstory, ( also. cobra kai. pq eles caem nas cobras djjs sorry) but did it need to take up that much time? feels like they couldve  done it in half the run time and developed some other stories better 

martin kove has such an evil eye. i love it

love that we get a good follow up to kreese breaks johnnys trophy and tries to CHOKE HIM in the parking lot, which happened in the movie and then....................... was never mentioned again

“the gang is all back together again” aaaa u piece of SHIT 

also. terry silver is definetely appearing ha ha ha PAIN i cant wait

seen ppl say kreese was too much of a cartoon villain like..........................oh......... sweetie........... u dont even Know

interested how johnny will fit into that bc kreese was simping rly hard for johnny here. like i did not expect him to be so adamant to have him with cobra kai ... under his control, sure, but he really wants johnny by his side despite already having control of the dojo and how will terry silver self appointed jon kreeses forever simp going to feel abt that? 

like bitchs dropping by every episode like ‘joooooohnny ..... come bacc to me joooonny......... this ur last warning! for real this time johnny! i wont say it again! watch me ! im leaving johnny! im rly leaving ! im dragging a chair” and johnny is just like. dont let the door hit ya bitch it was so funny pls

and on that subject oof, johnny! doesnt! Know! he doesnt get that side of daniels cobra kai trauma. and i kind of.............. cannot wait for ck 2021 johnny lawrence to meet terry silver like. what a shit show i need a front row seat and popcorn (imagine terry tries some greasy charm and johnny just roundhouse kicks him in the teeth bc he just doest Not Have the Patience for This. glorious)

feels like we, as a society, should acknowledge that cobra kai will never die................ bc their sense of design is just chefs kiss. their name is COBRA KAI. they have sexie sleeveless black gis. theyve sneks. colorful leather jackets with embroided naja insignia, the get ppl thru the aesthetics. evil geniuses

the flashback cuts : masterpiece behavior

the other takes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the differente angles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE CLOSE UP ON JOHNNYS FACE AT THE KICK 

that scene of daniel and johnny vibing to 80s music in the car. just. oh my god. the fan wish fullfilment. no thoughts head empty.

the new characters! theyre .... good. but. idk. i really like miguel (save for the annoying phase mid s1 - end s2) and amanda, who is a damn riot and has some functioning braincells, but everyone else is       

like dont get me wrong, i dont hate anyone,its not a jane and rafael from jtv situation,  and i am interested and invested in their arcs, but i wouldnt say i like   Like them, as in, personality wise 

like, sams grappling with ptsd was rly gutting and i enjoyed that plus her slight rage issues, 

which nicely parallel torys rage issues. torys background is all over the place tho so im pretty on the fence abt her so far

robby deserves better in every way, and i like how smart and cunning and surprisingly sweet he is

hawk............... is there i guess,

 demetri is annoying in the best way possible,

 carmen is sweet but. i just feel like her character is blunted to make the johnny relationship easier. like when shes furious with him after miguels injury but then forgives him like an episode later? and then convinces him to fight for the tournament bc she had a karate epiphany off screen even tho she was always against it? meh. feels like with the plot thiccening she was swallowed and now shes like a crutch for johnny mora than anything, which is disappointing.

aisha was cool and im kinda mad she wasnt in s3, especially bc a storyline with her tory and sam was like RIGHT THERE , but also... cant say i was super super fond of her... doesnt feel like we ever spent enough time on her

moon the bi icon, 

overall its a good cast but the main draw for me remains the og cast 

the tory/sam miguel/robby Thing. enjoy how theyre Narrative Foils and i like how their stories were so dramatically entangled but oh god give me a break with the teenage love square for the love of god. if u gonna put us through that at least have the decency to not make it so straight

and honestly some sam/tory        miguel/robby romantic tension would even make more sense. just saying! 

also im not sure how i feel abt the cobra kai: red miyagi do: blue theyre going with since some of daniels most iconic looks in tkk are also red. like it was a color they (johnny and him) sorta shared. i get it, opposite but complementary but idk... a little too fire nation and water tribe for me .

 and like the cobra kai kids are so funny abt it bc their outifts grow progressively more ridiculously coordinated. its like do they group chat every morning before leaving their houses? 

robby still sticks out like that tho. he went thru an athleisure/daniel san tsleeves phase and now hes back in the bandts grunge, but his color scheme doesnt fully blend with the other cobra kais. hmmmm.

LOVED LOVED LOVED both the okinawa episode and the cobra kais easy rider episode just such good good heart aching fun

bobby is an icon. he was in tkk and he is now ck hope appears more and more

 tommy is like the most iconic background character. all his lines, freaking gold then and now. sigh :( 

the framing in the okinawa trip was so good everything was so good

i stand by the fact that kumiko was the love interest daniel had the most chemistry with and shes is overall such a joy to watch, loved to see her again, idola, fashion icon

also tkk ii is good u guys are just mean

also really enjoyed chozens role in the episode, his evolution; i love that they introduced the pressure points (ty lee the blueprint) and! the honk + karate! cousins! absolutely iconic

when kumiko reads mr miyagis letters........ oh my god, my eyes FILLED with tears, it was so heart wrenching :(( tamlyns delivery was so emotional and lovely and its so obvious everyone involved in ck has so much love and respect for pat morita and mr miyagi as character, and i adore that it exists like this electric current through the show

when we were watching i told my sister i thought that ali would be miguels big shot surgeon and ngl i am so disappointed that didnt happen. hire me cobra kai writers

also the johnny ali daniel amanda chemistry? off the charts

AND the sassy retconning of daniel and alis breakup! LMAO ‘I HOPE U DIDNT TELL MR MIYAGI IT WAS MY FAULT’ HFDJJGNKFKSD

i am preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetty sure back injuries dont work like that    but oke

daniel and johnny are so good together whenever, like they never actually help the kids or get shit done and end up fighting anyway but its just so much fun when theyre hanging

JOHNNY LAWRENCE AND DANIEL LARUSSO FIGHTING TOGETHER

daniels “plan” on how to get robby to juvie was so stupid. literally were u TRYING to make him hate you. dumbass

parents at those hearing rly brave for ppl that did not do ANYTHING as their kids got involved in a karate gang war until now

“bullshit i heard u were the real bully!” i mightve screeched

this s3 ending was SO DRAMATIC omg

everyone is such a MESS go to THERAPY u unhinged motherfckers

also im sorry but uh. a richass neighborhood in california doesnt have some type of neighborhood watch? the larussos rly dont have any security at all? neighbors wont hear the sound of a damn karate brawl happening next door??? also wasnt tory all like ooo i cant go to juvie, my mom yada yada yet shes always running around town getting into fights even at the rich girls house she was kicked out of school for fighting??   ?  ??    ??        ?                ?    ?          ??                  ?    ? girl??

stop destroying the larussos house, its so pretty :((((

sam finding her center looking at mr miyagis picture...  uwu maybe

robby yelling ‘U ARE WEAAK’@  johnny \as he is easily blocking him is like.... so funny and so sad to me. sweetheart. 

also i know it was meant as ‘oh johnny pushes him and HURTS HIM’ but it just looks like robby runs himself into the lockers and IM SO SORRY I FEEL SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO FUNNY 

i like that he and tory are the cobra kai kids now. we need ppl we care abt there to not revert to a good vs evil schtick, and this is the most engaging it could be... tho it hurts that these kids cant catch a break

ah yes "lets bet some real shit on the result of this teen karate tournament bc that is always a great idea" is BACK

so daniel saves johnny from kreese..... maybe johnny will save him from terry 🧐

and dojos unite ohohoho. lets SEE how that’ll work out 

miguels face of Despair when the ck defectors and the md kids are bickering like 'this is never gonna work' : gold

also. Johnny Lawrence is gonna learn some myiagi-do karate AHAAHSJAKDFH

 ive been waiting for this moment all my lifeeee oh lawrd 

final thoughts! there are def things i hope the writers will improve on the next season, but i am very excited for it either way AND i feel like it has made me enjoy the movies even more and that is a win for a reboot/sequel to me!!

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Do you have any headcanons for Ransom x virgin!reader with an age gap?

Nope, but I gotchu fam 👀

Warnings: sugar baby, ddlg-esque (no daddy kink, but definitely playing into the sugar baby thing), virgin reader, open relationship, dirty talk, sliiiiiight humiliation (if you squint), implied smut

Becoming a sugar baby, not such a bad idea

Becoming a sugar baby while still a virgin... questionable idea

And meeting Ransom was an.... unlucky lucky encounter

It was the absolute worst day

A fight with your roommate, an eviction notice, a late student loan bill, and being fired

The day could literally not have gone worse

Except it could, and it did

And you quickly found yourself wallowing in self pity in a little cafe in the middle of nowhere away from literally everyone

Mulling over every bill, every expense, and a laptop looking for jobs, sipping on your third coffee

Needing a break you stepped outside for fresh air, to come back in and see a brickhouse of a man standing over your stuff

"Do you mind?" you grumbled as you slid back into your booth

He gave you a shit eating grin as he helped himself to the seat across from you "I might have a proposition for you"

And that's how you ended up here, laying in the oversized bed of Hugh Ransom Drysdale's guest room, your scarce belongings set around the room

Itd been over month

And while at first he seemed too cocky and condescending, you couldn't pass up the money, gifts, and living space he was willing to give you for simply spending time with him

No, you weren't naive, you knew eventually spending time would need to be much more then reading books in each others company or listening to him complain

But he didnt force you

But you also couldn't get rid of that pang of jealousy in your chest as you saw the girl he brought home last night leaving through the crack of your door, following by him

Her giggling, his deep drawl, the sound of a smack to her ass, then the sound of a car driving off

You pulled yourself out of bed, trudging to the kitchen and completely and utterly moping

The change from your rather warm demeanor to this was quick to cause suspicion

"What's wrong with you?" His voice was already all knowing, cocksure and proud as it drifted in from his place in the living room

"Nothing," you grumbled, aimlessly searching through the pantry

"Nothing?" He chuckled, the sound getting closer and letting you know he had joined you in the kitchen

It was silent, uncomfortable and making you feel scrutinized

"You're jealous."

"Am not!" You were too quick to answer and when you looked back at him her was smirking.

"...okay, maybe a little but..."

He cocked an eyebrow at you

"I - why don't you wanna- you know," you mumbled, biting you lip as anxiety continued to bubble in you

"No, no I don't," his voice was dripping with a faux-coy, almost sly attitude

The whine that left you caused him to chuckle

"I want to hear you say it, little girl."

Now that, that right there

WHEW

"I want you to fuck me." Your voice was soft and just above a whisper

"Nuh, uh, louder. Need to make sure I'm hearing you clearly."

He was so close now you could feel the warmth radiating off of him

"I- I want you to fuck me. I want you to take my virginity."

He groaned softly, throwing his head back some before putting his face just centimeters from yours, breath fanning across your skin

"Now, now, would you look at that? Why would you think I wouldn't want the honors of defiling my sweet, innocent little girl?" His voice was beyond condescending, but somehow the tease in it only drew you to him more

"My bed, now. I'm going to make sure any man you even think of after me wont be able to make you feel good."

[lettheladylead]

cloned

ships/characters: Goldie, Scrooge words: ~750 summary: Scrooge calls Goldie to the Bin to talk. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17323205/chapters/66831679

playing around with clone scrooge concept cuz im probably wrong but itd be so much fun for me

Making her way into the Money Bin was never a problem - she’d been in and out so many times it was just like walking through another door. Though there was definitely some unfamiliar construction going on that she hadn’t noticed anytime recently. Perhaps Scrooge was was enhancing his security? She’d heard that F.O.W.L. was back in business - maybe they were after him.

With that in mind, she popped her head into his office and smiled at the sight of Scrooge filling out some paperwork at his desk. It was a little late in the day to be doing office work, but he never really stopped working, did he?

“Scroogey.”

He simply glanced up at her for a second while finishing his scribbling. Goldie didn’t mind the lack of greeting and closed the door behind her as she came towards his desk. Normally she would sit on top to get on his nerves, but it was covered in paperwork. Probably important stuff. He called her for help, so she figured she'd be nice and not mess up his work.

“So…” she started, a little irritated that he had grabbed another paper and started signing that one, too. “What’s the big emergency you called me here for?”

Scrooge scoffed and shook his head, earning an annoyed glare from Goldie. He finished his signature on the last page of a large document and quickly moved it to his Done pile. This time, finally, he put the pen down as well, and interlocked his fingers on top of the desk as he finally looked up at the woman in front of him.

“Well, Goldie, to put it simply,” Scrooge said with an unfamiliar monotone. “I’m done.”

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Done with...what?”

Scrooge pushed his chair back and stood up, walking around the desk with his hands behind his back and stepping closer to her with every word. “Done with adventurin'. Done with nonsense. Done with puttin' my town in danger. Done with theft.

“Done with you.”

Goldie hadn’t moved as he came closer, and his last words hung in the few inches of air between their beaks. Neither wanted to break eye contact first, and Goldie squinted at him suspiciously.

“Excuse me?”

After another few seconds of staring, Scrooge obnoxiously rolled his eyes and walked away from her, towards his desk again. “I wanted you to hear it straight from me, Goldie. I don’t want to see you again and I certainly don’t want you near my family. Never again.”

He turned around and pointed his cane in her direction. “If I see you near my Bin or my mansion, I won’t hesitate to call the police and let them finally take care of you.”

Goldie’s arms were still in front of her chest and she squeezed her hands into frustrated fists. It took less than a second for her to come to an odd conclusion.

“You’re not Scrooge.”

He laughed maliciously and plopped his cane back down on the floor. “You cannae be so paranoid that you didn’t see this comin', O’Gilt. I have businesses to run, I cannae spend time worryin' about the next thing you’re gonna steal.”

She glared and started looking around the room - checking for exits and maybe wherever the real Scrooge was hiding. Doubtful he was anywhere nearby. “You’ve always had businesses to run and you never minded it before,” she said with a nervous smirk - humoring this fake Scrooge for a few moments.

“Oh, I minded,” he said with a glare, clearly noticing her wandering eyes. “And I’m tired of it. So you can leave now and never come back…”

Scrooge pulled a buzzer out of his pocket and held a thumb over the large red button. “Or I can just deal with you here.”

Goldie stared at the device in his hand and took a few angry steps towards him, poking her finger in his chest. “What have you done with Scrooge?!”

He wrapped the curve of his cane around her wrist and pulled - hard - enjoying the pained hiss she let out and bringing her face right to his. “I am Scrooge.” He shoved her down a few feet in from of him and pressed the button.

Goldie gasped as straight lines of identical blue lasers shot out from the floor - trapping her in a small box. She whipped her head around to check for escape routes or any angle she could work - but a poke and a burn later and she was pretty confident there was no getting through those beams alive.

She turned again to glare at Scrooge, who was already back to doing paperwork. It was like she wasn’t even there. As tempting as it was to scream and shout words of revenge and escape, Goldie knew that was the time to bite her tongue.

The doors behind her opened up a minute later and she turned around just in time to see a vaguely familiar face in a short red dress pressing another button. Before she could say anything about it, the floor panel she was trapped on opened up and Goldie fell into the darkness below.