#I OWN HIS CHARACTER I CAN DO WHAT I WA- (gets shot)

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this is basically them, right?

original art/based off of art by @/xxacidnekoxx

@master-dealmaker

[jays-therapist]

I don't know if this a hot take or not but I really disagree with the idea that Yukio is jealous of Rin's power and physical strength? Rather, I think it's Rin's emotional strength that Yukio envies.

I have a lot to say about this lmao, so I'm just gonna put it all under the cut that way people who don't want to read this long ass analysis don't have to. Also, manga spoilers.

Blue Exorcist is a fun shonen manga because it measures strength outside of just "how hard can i punch this dude." Often, when characters talk about getting strong, they're talking about wanting to be mentally resilient; they want the ability to persevere, to be independent and face their fears/emotional turmoil on their own. Shiemi is a good example of this, I think. She constantly talks about being strong, but usually in the context of naviagting the world after living so long in isolation, and struggling to support her friends. Yes, she wants to get physically stronger, but at the core, she just genuinely wants to have a strong spirit (like a weed), and to be emotionally strong enough to help carry her friends' burdens.

Now, back to Yukio.

The biggest reoccuring theme in Yukio's jealousy is how he puts his brother on a pedestal, while constantly downplaying every good thing about himself (they both do this lol). You'll see this a lot in the examples I bring up.

There are four scenes I really want to focus on when discussing just how Yukio defines strength: his flashback in Chapter 29, his inner monologue in Chapter 37, his suicide attempt in Chapter 93, and That Time He Shot Rin in the Head in Chapter 96.

In Chapter 29, Yukio has this five-page montage of flashbacks, depicting specific moments where he felt both admiration and envy for Rin. And each of these moments highlight Rin's empathy, his care-free behavior, his kindness, his ability to inspire others, his desire to protect his little brother. Not his habit of setting things on fire.

This is important because Yukio fundamentally believes that he is not a good person. He believes he is not kind, selfless, or brave. When he, as a child, cries because he can't adopt a puppy he wanted, he's envious that Rin is just happy to see the puppy in a nice home. When his brother rushes to save him from bullies, Yukio's upset that he couldn't do it on his own, that his brother feels he is so weak he can't even take care of himself.

From Yukio's perspective, these are examples of Rin either outshining him inherently or looking down on him. No matter how strong Yukio gets, he will never not be able to feel bad for himself when the puppy is given to a different family. He will never be able to prove to his brother that he can do things on his own. He was born with this weakness and he can't seem to kill it. He can't win, and he hates it.

In Chapter 37, after defeating the Kraken, Yukio and Rin have a little heart-to-heart. Here, we see Yukio's true feelings towards Rin's claims of "surpassing him", which is that Rin already does. Yukio feels that if anyone needs to surpass anyone, it's him. He will always come up short where it counts, whenever he needs to let things go or be more empathetic. Yukio is strong of body, but weak of spirit.

So, with this in mind, when Yukio falls to his knees in Chapter 93 and says, "I was weak, and I couldn't get any stronger," he doesn't mean, "damn. wish i could've harnessed the demon power in my eyes to blow shit up." No, he's admitting defeat. He tried so hard to be strong, both physically and mentally but especially mentally, and he failed. He couldn't carry burdens like his father and brother could, like his friends could. He was cruel and cowardly. He hurt people he loved, and as long as he continues to live, he will keep hurting the people he loves.

What is strength to Yukio? It's resilience. It's taking risks. It's independence. It's Rin.

(Or at least, how Yukio sees Rin. As I've said before, he likes to put Rin on a pedestal.)

In contrast, weakness is cowering. It's waiting for someone else to solve the problem. It's hurting good people who haven't faulted you. It's Yukio.

That leads us to Chapter 96, and this---

This is kind of the crux of it all. Yukio is suffocating on his own perceived weakness and seeking to escape it. Here, Yukio is burning every bridge (the fact that this is literally taking place on a bridge is pretty ironic) that could possibly allow him to return to the Order to ensure he does what he needs to do. To be strong, he needs to be independent. To be independent, he needs to be alone. He can't let his brother solve all of his problems anymore.

So, like. Yeah. In conclusion, I think Yukio is heavily inspired by his brother's strength of character, just as much as he feels abased by it, and that's why his ideas of strength steer closer to broader concepts like bravery and self-determination rather than "let's hit the gym and summon Satan." He uses physical strength as a mask to conceal his perceived emotional weakness.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Wagan

Debut: Wagan

Look! It’s Wagan! From Wagan! What is Wagan (character)? Why, Wagan is a wonderful little green robotic dinosaur sort of guy who is good at making noises! What is Wagan (media)? Good question!

Here is a photo of Wagan in real life. Wagan is real! The original Wagan is an arcade machine by Namco, but I honestly cannot find much information at all about it. I don’t THINK it’s a game. More of an interactive toy? Here is a video! Hear his noises and watch his mouth flap about!

Wagan’s physical prison is labeled THE EMOTIONAL WEAPON, VOICE-CANNON “WAGAN”. I guess this is some kind of. Yelling game? The presence of a megaphone makes me think you yell at Wagan, and Wagan yells at you, and I don’t know the point, but it is really funny, and of course the actual physical Wagan robot is incredibly cute!

Luckily, Wagan would later enter a form of media I CAN comprehend! Scrimblo bimblo platformers! This is Wagan Land, which became Wagan’s Main Thing for a while, and hmm. I have things to say about this.

First is, WOW this game is cute! Look! When Wagan is falling in the air, his mouth flaps up, like Mario’s hat in Super Mario World! That’s so wonderful! And look at that SNAIL! The first enemy you see in the game, and what a great first impression! All the character sprites are delightfully compact. The thing that looks like a Wagan fetus is a Waganizer, which upgrades his Yelling ability, which is used to stun enemies so they can be jumped upon safely.

Very charmingly, Wagan’s yells are represented by the actual sound he says, shot out as a projectile! These have been lovingly translated in the fan translation, so you can make him yell WA, GYA, and GA. If you make him say GA twice, then just call him Lisa Simpson, because he’s Going Gaga!

The Waganizer was first a toy, and this sure looks like a gun huh! But it is a voice recorder and amplifier. I guess it is like having a bit of Wagan of your own, in Weapon form? To Blast your voice at others? I’m not sure why it had to look so incredibly like a gun, though!

Also, this post is about Wagan himself, but I HAVE to mention there is a Mola mola in this game! A pink sleepy one that flies above the water, and is the ONLY creature in the game that Wagan can safely touch by default, allowing him to ride on top of it! I do not know why a robot dies upon touching a snail. Sorry.

This game sounds so lovely, doesn’t it? It does! So it’s too bad it SUCKS and is TERRIBLE and I HATE it so much!!! And I don’t want to do any of that... but it forces me to!

The platforming sections are all fine and dandy. But the bosses, oh dearie me! Instead of battles, they play a minigame with you, and these are absolutely wretched! There is a word chain game and a memory game, neither of which are good, and both of which feel very easy to get locked out of winning due to randomness. And if you lose, you Die. It’s really not fun whatsoever to have to play a minigame you may very well not have any chance of winning, and they are so common that it sadly ruins the whole game... Maybe I’m doing something wrong, but I don’t think it should be so hard to see what to do right! It feels like a game for babies that wants nobody to succeed.

However! I must give a MAJOR shout-out to AlanMidas of romhacking.net for making this English translation of the game, because translating this word chain game and all its intricacies must have been absolute hell! So thank you, AlanMidas! Or curse you? For being the reason I was able to play this at all? But mostly thank you. And I applaud your effort. I mean, they were able to make the pig icon work by referring to it as an “oinker”. I applaud an oinker any day.

Geez, I don’t want to be so negative on one of these posts. I do love Wagan (creature) a whole lot! Want to see him playing baseball?

There we go. Isn’t that droll?

Have another! For your troubles. Sorry, there is just so little English information about Wagan! This is all I can humbly offer. But I hope you love to view Wagan as much as I do! And if you ever see him in real life, yell at him. I think he likes that!

[anniflamma]

hello. I'm a fan of your david/jonathan. Your david/jonathan is one of my greatest joys these days. When I saw this video, I thought I was going to die because it was so cute. If you see an article about an unknown sudden death, think it's me. And I thought about it a few times, and it seems like the reason the author won't make a sequel is because David's story suddenly turned into a game of thrones after Jonathan died, and the author's beloved David disappeared from there after that. Let's see, making excuses to kill all the men in Saul's royal family except Mephibosheth and his son, separating the princess and her husband, watching Joab kill people because it was profitable, etc. Of course, before that, there were many times when David acted mercilessly, such as eliminating witnesses, but when he started plotting in earnest… wouldn't it be possible to also have a conspiracy theory that David broke Mephibosheth's leg? In the Bible, if we interpret the statement that David had his master's women as meaning that he inherited the prince's women, then the nurse who dropped the child may have received instructions from David. And the reason I did that was because I wanted to save Mephibosheth. So, the novel ended with the death of the two main characters, and since all the main characters died, I don't think there will be a sequel. Well, that was a depressing story. Changing the topic, this video was so cute! Saul must have done great harm to the welfare of the palace staff. Even if they received the same salary, the job satisfaction of palace employees would have been very different when David lived in the palace and when he left. Because it would no longer be fun to eavesdrop outside the door. A job where you can pay money and a job where you get paid are very different. LOL But the best scene was the belt…!

Thank you for liking my take on David/Jonathan! They are kind of a big mix of the different content I have consumed about them. And yeah, I think my favorite shot working on the opera animatic was when David pulled off his belt. We all know what he was about to do! 😏

Yeah, I could also give criticism of The Prince's Psalm that the author's obvious weak point when it comes to writing is how he writes fight scenes and political stuff. There is like only one fight scene, and that is David VS Goliath, and that scene was clunky. The other, what would be considered fight scenes, just fade to black or more like we only see the build-up to it. And when David is in the wilderness is the weaker part of the novel when he is gathering his army and doing political/military warfare. I think Eric Shaw Quinn's strongest traits are the character building and interactions.

Well, David didn't die at the end of the novel. He "died" at the tent when he heard the news of Jonathan's death and only left simply to continue the war. He is not the same person when he sang The Song of Bows even if it has been decades later. And it's pretty much the reason why I would love that the "what if" sequel had someone else as a main character. Like Mephibosheth or Absalom. Because it would introduce us to David as a new character that has changed, and it would make us, the reader, feel a type of longing for him to heal and return to the David we once knew from The Prince's Psalm.

And there are so many different takes you can do with the story of Mephibosheth or Absalom. Especially, there are so many topics you could tackle with Mephibosheth. Like his disability would be a key factor for many issues or themes. David made a rule in his palace that any disabled person would be executed if they entered. So we have Absalom growing up in a palace that was discriminating. And suddenly his own father brings in a disabled young man and says this is his brother, and if anyone hurts him, David will murder everyone. And that pretty much happens in the Bible! Everyone got thrown out of the loop.

It also brings up the question if Mephibosheth really loved David back or was his loyalty only based on him being thankful for David showing him mercy. Does Mephibosheth feel even comfortable that the only reason why he is alive is due to he is Jonathan's son?

I dunno, I love angst. I would eat it whole in one second if I ever got a The Prince's Psalm sequel!

[mantra4ia]

I mean no offense to the people who enjoyed "The Witcher" Season 3: Vol 1 on Netflix. No judgement. And also no offense to the cast and crew who I am sure worked hard to bring this to the screen.

I love the Witcher, mostly from the books and some gameplay, so from my own personal perspective...

What in the actual hell did Netflix do?!

There's so much eloquent dialogue in the source material to draw upon and this steaming pile of ****e is what they came up with? It telegraphs so much without a whiff of subtlety or craft— not unlike Sabrina in 3x5— that I want to puke, the only exception being that Yarpen Zigrin is still no nonsense and true to form.

Emhyr, as is evidenced by his cringe, overlong speeches and dull drawl, is not written as cunning or menacing by any stretch of the imagination as he ought to be, and the lack of a strong villain does nothing to drive the pace of the season.

Why are we waxing on about Vissena to try and strum up audience feels? We don't need to revisit that unless it serves a purpose for the characters. It doesn't. If the audience has been watching any of the previous two seasons, we don't need Geralt's childhood memories of his mother to impress upon us that he takes newfound parenthood seriously and would spill blood and make sacrifices for his family.

If that weren't painful enough, Yennefer — who we know is cunning when she schemes— lacks all of her razor edged wit when "groveling" before the Brotherhood to form a conclave. The recycled dialogue with Tissaia about chaos and control has lost its potency, as lukewarm as the mages' council of armchair tapping, and even her speeches to Ciri like "my ugly one" have so much wasted potential because there's a speed run montage about how much Yen and Cirilla care for eachother in episode 1 rather than letting us growing into the emotions ourselves, so that by the time we get to Yennefer disclosing her past, the emotion is lost. Also, Cirilla is supposed to be in a little awe of Yen and her power of influence, which is what makes "ugly one" so endearing, because it's the ends way of saying that Cirilla is powerful but magic isn't all she is / she doesn't need to rely on it like the mages rest on prolonged youth. It's her way of saying I love you, and for all the exposition that season three uses to elaborate feelings, this most essential part is completely lost. It's like we're playing house with emotions that haven't been earned their screen moment. "Lilac and gooseberries, now that I can tolerate," but I cannot abide these trash conversations.

These were the action sequences, the fight choreography, and the monster concept visualization they came up with? Like, for example, a failing mass of conjoined limbs and disembodied heads! The idea of Ciri's doppelganger from the books has been so corrupted.

On top of that, the cuts from scene to scene are so rough it's like whiplash. Chase scene - recycled Geralt /Ciri hug - dark portal nonsense - crash through ceiling. No finesse.

The Belletyn festival, which is so meaningful and beautifully described in the books, was butchered in execution of costume (Yen's is a season 1 throwback but never underwhelming way), with ridiculous "masks" (it irks me so much that Yennefer tells Cirilla had to cover her eyes and hair for a low profile and then we speed cut to the next scene where neither occurs and the costume department decides that they aren't even going to attach Cirilla's mask to her face, she just carries it around in her hand because that makes sense), unnecessary mazes to separate our characters and engineer a sense of peril, the whole lot. They used Belletyn as a setup to engineer a subsequent bait scene, which was an appallingly insult to intelligence and fight choreography. PS: Yen can I do more than throw a knife, can we please utilize her a little better?

Speaking of choreography, Ciri descending from mid air to stab the CGI aeschna in 3x4 with the overlong shot pull of monster blood on her face was so poorly edited I wanted to fast forward the entire episode thereafter.

Lastly, this farce for humor is what they came up with?! They made layered source characters like Dijkstra into single line fodder, and they wasted so much time on sitcom rubbish like Queen Hedwig's Redanian funeral, and Phillipa's bedroom shenanigans, and Fringilla as a drunken poison tester. I want to slap someone. It's as if the whole of season 3 thus far is a live-action adaptation of Ciri and Jaskier's satire of Yen and Geralt. Except that no one left the audience in the joke.

Also, for a series called The Witcher there is surprisingly little in the way of meaningful dialogue and action for Geralt to do, and that's a shame

I'm angry.

Season 1 was fantastic, season 2 was good but with notable divergence to character integrity, and Season 3 so far is the refuse pile of Aedd Gynvael. The only highlight was Ciri telling Valdo Marx to shut up, like I wish I could do for the rest of the dialogue in the series. After "Sherrawedd" I kept thinking to myself, it will get better. Ironically Sherwood was probably the best episode so far because at least it kept the essence of idea in "dear friend" from the literature as a foundation. After which it kept sinking down into chaos.

But more than angry, I'm disappointed. I'm sad that the Yennefer/Jaskier frenemy dynamic ("Hello again witch) —a highlight of season 2— has been shirked; the only decent byproduct of which is the Ciri/Jaskier relationship. And I'm depressed that this is Henry Cavill's sendoff as Geralt.

[ticklystuff]

Nice to Meet You

a/n: had this idea when a scara and i were chilling together during a game of windtrace and kept spamming emotes in the chat and i decided to write something quick before i lost inspo

this story contains major spoilers for scaramouche (childe and nahida also to an extent) so keep note before reading

word count: ~1.5k

characters: lee!scaramouche, ler!childe

summary: scaramouche plays windtrace with a familiar face

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Scaramouche peered over the stone wall, making sure not to make himself too noticeable as he watched Itto run around aimlessly. He couldn't tell if the oni was blind or daft because the wall was within bounds of their game of Windtrace, yet Itto had yet to check in Scaramouche's direction, not that he minded. If he could get through this game without any effort, then so be it. With a shake of his head, Scaramouche chuckled to himself, turning around to lean his back against the wall, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he realized who was was standing behind him the whole time.

"Tar- err, Childe?!"

The friendly smile was soon wiped off the redhead's face once Scaramouche shot him a scowl on sight. "What're you doing here?!" Scaramouche attempted to keep his own voice down, but found it difficult when the second person he was intentionally avoiding just showed up out of nowhere so effortlessly.

Childe tried sitting beside the other, but Scaramouche immediately backed away, not wanting to have anything to do with him. "Hey, we hardly know each other, yet you're acting like I burned your house down," Childe whispered confusedly, inching slightly forward on all fours. "I just wanted to make your acquaintance."

Despite how he felt about his former colleague, a twang of guilt resonated through Scaramouche. It wasn't Childe's fault that he couldn't remember anything about him. "Sorry," he said through gritted teeth, forcing an apologetic smile. "I just.. think we'd have a better chance of winning if we stayed split up."

"Oh, absolutely," Childe said with a nod, "but I've already won plenty of games, as the hunter and rebel. If Itto finds us, I can fend him off, while you make an escape."

Scaramouche mentally groaned. The urge to tell Childe to buzz off was there, but he couldn't bring himself to do it when Childe was being so openly friendly. "Okay, what do you want?" he uttered with a sigh, his patience growing thin.

"Like I said, I wanted to introduce myself," Childe said, seemingly more excited now that Scaramouche was doing his best not to actively push him away. "I mean, we met before the game started with Nahida and Itto, but I've yet to play a game with you and I already know the other two."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Childe," Scaramouche responded flatly with a shrug. Maybe if he gave the nuisance a cold shoulder, he'd go away.

"Nahida was telling me that you live in Sumeru with her," Childe continued, unbothered by Scaramouche's overall expressions. "I've never been to Sumeru before, but I've always wanted to visit. It sounds amazing there."

"Yeah, it's nice."

"I've also been to Monstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma, though," Childe said, clearly proud of how well-traveled he was.

"That's cool." How much longer did this game have?

"And Snehznaya, but I'm from there, so I'm not sure if that counts," he continued, gradually losing Scaramouche's interest the more he rambled. "Nahida told me that you've been to Snezhnaya too."

This, however, finally managed to catch his attention. "Wait, what did Nahida tell you?"

"Um, not much," Childe said. "All she mentioned was that you've visited Snehznaya and that we might have something in common."

Damnit Nahida. Was this her way of trying to get him to interact with others? Even if he wanted friends, Childe would certainly not be one of them. For one, he was the most obnoxious troublemaker that Scaramouche ever had the unpleasantness of working with and two, the possibility, though slim, of Childe regaining his memories of him somehow was something that Scaramouche had been wary of throughout the whole match, prompting him to avoid Childe in the first place. He had to find Nahida to get her to stop meddling.

"Wait, where are you going?!" Childe cried out as Scaramouche stood up, ignoring the redhead with every intent to seek out Nahida, but a sudden tug at the back of his shirt brought back down to the ground and behind the wall, his hat tumbling away.

"Let me go!" He was about to push Childe away, until he noticed a finger to his lips, before using the same finger to point upwards toward the wall. 

Sighing, Scaramouche followed Childe's lead and lifted his head above the wall just enough to peer off into the distance. Sure enough, Itto could be seen struggling to catch Nahida as the tiny girl weaved through the different obstacles, forcing Itto to stumble behind her. What really caught his eye, though, was when Nahida seemingly turned her head towards the wall where the two were hidden and shot them a subtle wink, before jumping into a bush just as Itto was about to grab her.

She was definitely meddling.

Without a second thought, Scaramouche stood up once more and ran for the bush Nahida had disappeared into, only to be tackled to the ground by Childe again. "Leave me alone!" he cried out, unable to throw Childe off of him as he thrashed around.

"Are you trying to get us caught?!

"I'm trying to leave!" Scaramouche spat back.

"But you'll lose-"

"I don't care about this stupid game!" He could feel his blood beginning to boil. "Just let go, Tartaglia!"

It didn't take long for him to realize the mistake he just made, his eyes widening just like Childe's.

"How do you know that name?"

He messed up now. "I, uh, I don't-" was all he could stammer out. He couldn't just tell Childe.

"Well, if you don't know, I guess we'll just have to jog your memory a bit," Childe said with a playful smirk, a familiar smirk that Scaramouche knew all too well. He didn't like where this was going.

"No, don't you da-! NohoHOHOHO!"

"Tell me, are you a spy? That might explain why you've been trying to avoid me," Childe interrogated him, using his hands to squeeze at Scaramouche's stomach relentlessly. 

"I'm nahahAhAHAT!" Scaramouche punched and kicked his legs, but Childe took each blow without any reaction. If anything, each hit seemingly made him tickle Scaramouche harder.

"Are you working with Nahida?" His hands now focused all their attention on his sides, causing Scaramouche to shriek in response. "There must've been a reason why she tried getting us together."

"I dohohohn't know anythihihing! I'm juhuhust a wanderer! PleheheHEHEHASE!"

Scaramouche threw his head back in laughter as Childe continued to scribble his fingers along his sides, whisked back to his days as a Harbinger when Childe would embarrass him in front of his colleagues by tickling him. As annoying as it was back then, Scaramouche couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia, though this was something he'd never admit to and forced himself to push those feelings into the back of his brain. If anything, it was infuriating that even though Childe's memories of Scaramouche were wiped, the redhead still managed to be just as annoying as before and somehow still knew all of his tickle spots.

"Hmmm, I guess I believe you," Childe said with a grin, continuing to taser away at Scaramouche's sides, "but games are supposed to be fun and you've been in a mood this whole time. You should be glad I'm helping you smile a bit!"

"No! NOHOHO! STAHAHAP!" Those damn hands were now pinching at his hips, sending multiple electric signals through his body. What made things worse was that teasy expression  that Childe wore so well, one that Scaramouche wanted to wipe off his face so badly, but all his hands could do was ball together, uselessly hitting at the grass floor below them. He didn't stand a fighting chance and Childe seemed to know this too.

Just as tears were beginning to form at the corner of his eyes, a familiar figure could be seen approaching Childe from behind unbenownst to to the redhead, tapping the back of his shoulder once he had reached the two. "Aha! Found you both!" said the loud voice that could only belong to Itto.

By now, Childe had stopped tickling Scaramouche and looked up at Itto with a sigh. "Huh, damn. Broke my winning stream, but I'd say it was worth it," he said nonchalantly, giving Scaramouche a wink as he spoke.

Scaramouche scowled at his former colleague, shoving Childe off of him once he had gathered his strength. Once he stood up, he realized Nahida was standing behind Itto, shooting her a glare when she smiled and waved at him.

"You guys should know that you can't hide from Itto, the one and oni!" Itto bragged happily. "Now, who's up for round two?!"

Before Scaramouche could walk away, he felt his wrist grabbed and promptly raised into the air. "We are!" Childe exclaimed, holding his hand up in the air likewise.

"No, I'm not!" Scaramouche tried pulling his arm back, but realized Nahida was looking at him with a playful twinkle in her eye, her hand up in the air as well. With a sigh, Scaramouche kept his arm up, but still yanked it out of Childe's grip, taking a few steps away from the redhead.

"Fine, I'm in."

[krysmiss]

My Gallavich Intro

Thanks for putting this together @callivich ! 😊 Name: Krystal

Age: 29

What made you fall in love with Gallavich?

I love how they continued to persevere and make their ways back to each other. Most people in their circumstance(s) would have given up on each other and the idea of ever being together and happy but they loved each other enough to never give up, despite the universe telling them that they should. They knew that they were each other's soulmates so they clawed their ways through the many (many) obstacles that came their way and fought to make it work. Now they're together, married and happy and that'll always make me happy. 🥹🥰

How long have you been a fan? Since May of 2023. Very newly obsessed.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? There's a lot of Gallavich moments that I absolutely love but I'll try to narrow it down to just 3, in no particular order:

In season 1 when Monica shows up for the first time. The first thing Ian did was run to the Milkovich house to see and talk to Mickey. Though Mickey was hesitant to talk to Ian at the moment (because Terry was there), Mickey showed that he cared about Ian by agreeing to meet Ian at the Kash and Grab to make sure he was okay. That moment, even though it is so early in the series, showed how much they cared for each other already. Mickey being the first person on Ian's mind in a moment of distress, and Mickey dropping everything to make sure Ian was alright is a moment that's so special to me. They were so young and had feelings for each other that neither of them probably couldn't really explain if they tried to at the time, but they both knew that there was something more there. Mickey also already knowing Ian's work schedule makes me smile like a giddy little idiot every time lol 🥰

The "sorry I'm late..." moment 🥹💞. Even though Mickey had his own shit to work though with Ian's diagnosis, him still showing up for Ian and letting him know that he wasn't going anywhere despite it all was so fucking sweet and I love it.

The prison reunion. Nothing says true love like getting yourself thrown into prison and giving up your freedom because you found out that the person you love is going to prison and you want to be with them, regardless of the circumstances.

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Kev and Sheila

Do you write or draw or make edits? I don't - I'm not talented enough for that lol. I do enjoy seeing, reading and supporting everyone else's art and fics though!

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I usually go for one shot post canon or canon compliant fics, usually full of fluff and/or smut, though I'm not opposed to multi-chapter ones. I love reading post-canon fics about married Ian and Mickey being understanding and taking care of each other as they both continue to work though their shit. Mickey always knowing what his husband needs and taking care of him, even when Ian doesn't ask him to, or Ian always reassuring his husband and letting him work though his own trauma always tugs at my heart strings 😭. I also don't mind reading fics that include the rest of the family. I want to eventually venture out to reading maybe some AU fics at some point though.

Favourite Gallavich quote? Idk if I can choose just one so here's my top 3 - again in no particular order:

Their vows 🥰. Everytime I think about their vows, I think of a headcanon that someone wrote on here (don't remember exactly who at the moment, sorry!) talking about how they each emphasized a different word in their vows and how accurate and on brand it was for them. I get the warm fuzzies everytime.

"Ian, what you and I have makes me free. Not what these assholes know."

"I can take care of him, okay? Let me take care of him til he's better... We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family."

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I first started watching Shameless at the beginning of May of 2023 (after being told for years that I should watch it and continuously putting it off - kicking myself now) and as of mid July, I've watch it a total of 4 times. So when I post or reblog something saying that I'm obsessed, I truly mean obsessed. I have never loved or cared for individual characters or a couple from a TV series or movie as much as I do Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I'm no longer surprised that some people think that about Zabuza since I realized that in the Naruto fandom, Kakashi is really underrated in terms of power, they only think he's strong when the susanoo is mentioned. It's sad and I hate that well-known tweet that became a meme that says "they used to say its an honor to meet the copy ninja, then whoop his ass", the truth is that this meme is very far from reality, since the only one who said that to him was Pain and in that fight Kakashi committed suicide and on top of that he managed to troll him, but people believe it and treat Kakashi as weak or they call him bum.

I wish people would pay attention to the anime and realize that he didn't have his own kekkei genkai or Hashirama cells or huge chakra reserves, and yet he always had the courage to face the strongest

I wouldn’t say Kakashi committed suicide. He didn’t do what he did wanting to die, he accepted that death would be the result of using the Kamui to save Choji’s life. That’s a sacrifice

But there is a lot of people who know who Kakashi is/respect him, and there’s a reason they respect him. He’s bad ass. Even in the fights he loses (pein) or the fights that are a draw (Obito) or the fights he wa sn clearly winning but didn’t get to take the finishing blow (Zabuza, Kakuzu) he was clearly a formidable shinobi

You put him against any regular shinobi he whoops ass without breaking a sweat. The thing is, they’re not facing ‘regular shinobi’ throughout the series

They’re facing top rate shinobi in the beginning (Zabuza, Orochimaru) and then straight up god like shinobi near the end (Pein, Madara)

Like… against a god level shinobi Kakashi’s not going to win and that’s FINE. He never signed up for that shit. Heck, Jiraiya got his ass handed to him by Pein and had access to an imperfect sage mode, yet his fan’s think he fought an amazing battle. They never put him down for losing the only fight we ever actually see him have. (Itachi ran away, Orichimaru peaced out. There was no actual end to most of his fights except against pein)

And these are the same people who will act like Itachi is the best, most perfect shinobi ever who can beat people like Madara (he can’t) when in all honestly when Kakashi didn’t make the mistake of looking him dead in the eye he actually got tricked by a shadow clone.

And let’s not even mention Minato. These same people calling Kakashi a crap shinobi straight up inflate what Minato did, saying he ended a war single handedly (he didn’t. He showed up to the fight after hundreds had already fought and died and took out the last fifty on his own, a feat Kakashi emulates in his second book without killing anyone and using only some well timed genjutsu, stealth, and a dirty pan) saying he beat 1000 shinobi on his own (nope. It was around 50 and even then he needed his allies to throw the kunai to get where he needed to be), and that he’s as strong as Hashirama (he most definitly is not but that one shot really gave them some stupid fooder with Kurema saying he was as talented as Hashirama)

In the shinobi world Kakashi is actually top rte, he’s just obv not going to get all the best fights where he kicks all the ass because he’s not the main character.

Jiraiya didn’t get to kick anyone’s ass except Ebisu who’s basically only a jonin because of his skills in teaching, not fighting

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 098

This episode: we talk about Universe 9.... while we still can!

So we’re only a minute or so into the Tournament of Power, and already a bunch of guys have decided to gang up on Goku.  This was something Universe 9 really seemed to want to do back at the Zeno Expo.  They couldn’t defeat Goku one-on-one, and they couldn’t do anything about the Zenos ruling that the losing universes get erased.  But they could make Goku look like the villain of the whole thing, so that no matter what happened, everyone would target Goku and Universe 7 first. 

Which is less strategy and more... spite, really.  Eliminating U7 doesn’t actually save U9, since they still have to survive the other six teams.   It’s sort of like how they plotted to assassinate Frieza a few episodes back.  The big theme with Universe 9 is that they’re craven and desperate, and they’ll do just about anything to win... and then they lose anyway.  I suppose that’s fitting, since the Grand Minister said theirs was the lowest score for average mortal power.  The Zenos were planning to erase eight universes, but if he could only pick one, it would be Universe 9. 

We already know the Danger Trio or whatever they’re called.  Basil does kicks and steroids, Bergamo uses his opponents’ own power to defeat them, and Lavendar has poison, which would be extremely dangerous in a match like this where there’s no way to use an antidote or other healing item. 

But Goku saw all these guys at the Zeno Expo, and he‘s got them all scouted.  He uses a ki barrier to protect himself from Lavender’s poison and goes on the offensive.

The U9 team also has Roselle, one of the handful of fighters with a natural flying ability.  Except he gets shot down by Frieza in this episode, and Frieza starts torturing him for the rest of the runtime.

Goku might be in trouble while he’s surrounded by the Danger Trio, but then Vegeta jumps in to rescue him, and they take on all the Niners by themselves. Roh gets cocky and sends all his available fighters to take out Goku and Vegeta, which make it eight-on-two, but...

Vegeta doesn’t care.  He jumps right in the middle of the Danger Trio, unconcerned with their Dangers’ Triangle combo or whatever it is.  Also, Goku goes after one of them, which disrupts their move.

Oh, this lady is named Hop.  She’s some sort of Cat Lady, because Universe 9 is really front-loaded with furries. 

Also, Hyssop (the big blue guy there) has ice powers or something, so he freezes Vegeta’s arm in ice. 

So Hop and Lavender think they have Vegeta cornered, but he ducks out of the way when they try to attack him and they wind up hitting each other.

That distraction allows Goku to take out these two dudes, Chappil and Comfrey.  Chappi has iron skin, though I’m not sure if he means literally or figuratively.  Comfrey... I don’t think he has a gimmick.  He just looks like the Gillman from Creature of the Black Lagoon. 

So they both get eliminated, and then Vegeta eliminates Hop.  With authority!

Uh... who have we got left?  Uh, this red dude is Oregano, and he has... uh... webbing.   That’s it. 

Yeah, so Vegeta goes Super Saiyan and eliminates Oregano and Hyssop.  For those of you keeping score, Universe 9 has just lost five fighters in a matter of seconds....

Well, actually they lost six fighters, because Sorrel got eliminated off-screen.  Okay, so Sorrel’s kind of my favorite one, because she has a really cute design, and I kept forgetting which team she was on, and why I couldn’t remember her doing anything in this tournament.  Well, that’s because she’s on this team and she got eliminated off-screen two episodes into this arc.

They cut to 18 after Sorrel explains that she was eliminated, so I’m left to assume 18 did the honors.  Anyway, my big gripe with Sorrel is that she’s a bunny rabbit, and there’s someone else on the team named Hop, which is what they should have named the bunny rabbit character, but they gave it to the cat lady instead.  Fuck Universe 9 forever.

Well, we still have Roselle, right?  No, because he was so desperate to escape Frieza that he jumped out of the ring and eliminated himself.  Roselle is relieved to be safe on the bleachers, until Sidra reminds him that he’ll die anyway if they lose the tournament.  Ha ha.  “If” they lose.

Let’s pause here to savor Roselle’s existential dread.  His life has come down to a choice between three dooms.  He can stay in the ring and get tortured by Frieza, or he can lose the tournament and get erased from existence, or a miracle happens and he gets to go back to Universe 9, which seems to be a total dump from the way everyone talks about it. 

So it’s down to the Danger Trio, who find themselves pushed back to the edge of the stage, and they decide to put everything they have into a combination ki blast.  I forget what they called it.  Danger Dipshit Blast, maybe.  Trio Triangle Taser?  Who cares?

So Goku and Vegeta do a Final Flash/Kamehameha combo and they turn Super Saiyan Blue while they do it, and gee, I wonder who comes out ahead on this exchange?

Yeah, the Danger Trio get eliminated, so that’s it for the Universe 9 team. 

The Zenos erase Universe 9 right then and there.  And as the universe itself is wiped out, so too are all of the fighters and gods representing U9. 

All that remains is Mohito, the guide angel assigned to Universe 9.  Since the angels were exempt from erasure, Mohito is all that’s left of the Ninth Universe.

He seems more relieved than sad.

So where did Universe 9 go wrong?  Let’s try to figure that out while we rock out.

Like the protagonist of the song “Detroit Rock City”, Universe 9′s team got in too big a hurry and ended up taking big sloppy chances.  Roh sicced as many fighters as he could on Goku, hoping that he could eliminate Goku quickly and build momentum.   But even if that worked, would it have made that big a difference?  They still would have had a long road ahead. 

As it was, Goku proved to be more than those eight fighters could  handle, and then Vegeta and 18 joined in to help.  Did they just think Goku’s own team would leave him out to dry?  Actually, maybe they did expect it to turn out that way, since the U9 team failed to support Roselle when he needed it badly.   I get the impression they’re not big on teamwork in Universe 9. 

And the whole gambit went wrong so quickly, there wasn’t even a chance for Roh to call it off.  They really should have scattered when Vegeta showed up to help Goku, but by the time they realized their mistake it was too late. 

From a storytelling perspective, wiping out Universe 9 is an awesome story beat, because it demonstrates early on that the Zenos weren’t kidding about erasing the losing universes.  They’re not even going to wait until the tournament ends to do it.  They start erasing losers as soon as posssible.  And this forces the remaining competitors to think twice about running wild in the ring.  If they pull a grandstand play like Universe 9 did, then they might very well meet the same fate. 

Also, it’s just cool to have Universe 7 sweep an entire team in one episode like that.  It sends a powerful message that Goku and Vegeta are not to be trifled with.  Challenge them at your peril.  And 18 and Frieza are nothing to sneeze at either.  If you try to push Universe 7 around, you will find yourself pushed out of the ring. 

[asmutwriter]

She Stole My Car (Dean x F!Reader)

DESCRIPTION: The Winchesters are having a good day. Successful hunt, burgers, etc. But then the impala gets stolen

WORD COUNT: 4295

One Shots / ‘You Saved Me’

WARNINGS: swearing, mild violence, mark of Cain Dean

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

- This was part of my ‘You Saved Me’ series however I wasn’t keen on how it fit with the characters so I have made it part of an ‘alternative reality’ version of the main characters from that story

SAM AND DEANS POV

“I found us a hunt” Dean says, sitting down at the table opposite Sam

“A hunt?”

“Yeah”

“Now?”

“Yes. I thought I made that clear” the younger brother chuckles as the older rolls his eyes “Five people have gone missing over the past week. Originally I thought maybe just a case of a human serial killer but I did some research. It seems every ten years 8 people go missing with no trace. Have done for the past 50 years. I think we should check it out. It’s not too far from here. About a four hour journey and that’s if we hit every red light on the way” he stands up again “come on. Move your ass” the younger chuckles slightly as he watches him walk away.

-

He shuts the door to the car. Smiling at his brother “I think we deserve some celebratory burgers”

“Why?” the younger brother lets out with a slightly chuckle in his voice.

“Why not? We deserve it for doing another successful hunt. Plus, if we eat and head off now we can get back to sleep in our own beds tonight” he smiles at his brother, the grin meeting his eyes as he turns on the engine “But first, burgers” he chuckles as he drives. Heading to a small cafe. Going inside and ordering a burger and a salad, plus two beers. They sit in a small booth, indulging in their food and drink. They pay the bill then head outside to the car. Or where they thought they parked it. Dean furrows his brow in annoyance as he looks around “It was here. Right here”

“Are you sure? Maybe it was the next line along or something”

“No defiantly not. Someone stole my car” he runs his hand over his face as he grows frustrated. “I’m going to kill then” 

“Dean. Its ok we’ll find the car” he points at a camera. CCTV camera pointing at the car park “see? My laptop is in the car but we can go and ask them if we can look at the footage” he nods, breathing heavily as his eyes are filled with worry. Sam pats his shoulder “Wait out here. I’ll be back”

After about 10 minutes of sweet talking his way into looking at the footage. Then another 10 minutes as he found the correct footage and found out the general location of where it is going. He goes back out to his brother. He stands up, the same worried look on his face “Well?”

“It was defiantly stolen. Apparently there is a junk yard not too far from here where they’ve found a couple of stolen cars before. She reckons it’s there” he nods “it’s about a 30 minute walk”

“We better get going then” he turns and starts walking. Then stops as he turns back to his brother “which way?”

Due to Deans swift and anxious walking, they make the journey in 25 minutes. He spots the car. Going over and running his hand over the hood of it “Oh my baby. Did they hurt you?” he hears a noise. Turning around he sees a young boy. He goes and grabs him. Pushing him against a different car opposite his one. The kid has fear in his eyes as Dean gives him the death glare

“Dean” the younger brother tries to console

“Are you the one who stole my car?”

“Help! Hope help me!” he yells out. Dean covers his mouth. Shaking his head. 

“Dean leave the kid alone” Sam says. The older brother looks at the younger one. Anger in his eyes. A firm grip on the boy’s collar. 

“Hey get away from him” a woman runs up. Shoving the green eyed brother away from the boy. She turns to the young kid “run. I’ll find you” he darts off. She turns to face the man as Dean goes top chase after him, moving to block his way. Sam watching where the kid runs off to. The older brother turns to the girl. His face turning from one of anger to confusion “If this is about your car then it was me who stole it. Leave the kid alone”

“Rose?” he whispers. She furrows her brows and tilts her head slightly before shaking it off

“Your car hasn’t been damaged. Just take it and we can pretend this day never happened, yeah?” he shakes his head. Taking a step back. His eyes fall to the ground. He remembers the screaming, the blood. All of it. He killed you so how were you standing and talking to him. It can’t be her. He looks up, grabbing her shoulder as he slams her into the car. She tenses up as he scans her eyes. Fear going through them but she has a good poker face, he’ll give her that.

“Dean what are you doing?” his brother says, grabbing his arm to pull him away

“This isn’t Rose” he looks at him “Rose is dead. I-” he shakes his head, looking back at the girl “it doesn’t matter. She must be a shapeshifter” he takes out a knife from his jacket pocket. She tries to move away, grabbing the wrist of his hand that’s holding her shoulder. Her calm face dropping, adorning one of fear instead

“Look I’m really sorry about your car. I didn’t take anything from it or touch it in anyway. Just please... please...” tears come to her eyes as they watch the knife. He brings it up to her cheek. Both her hands coming up and grabbing at his wrist. Going closer to her as he moves his hand from her shoulder, grabbing her hands and moving them away. She tilts her face away as a tear drops down. Pushing her lips together as he gently places the blade onto her skin. No reaction. He pushes the blade in more, hearing her gasp out as he cuts through the skin. He moves away. Taking a few steps back as Sam goes over to her as she breathes heavily. Her eyes watching the two brothers as she stays backed up against the car.

“Are you ok?” Sam reaches a hand out towards her, but she moves away from him. Shaking her head

“Please just leave me alone. I don’t want any trouble” she brings her hands up, palms facing outwards as she looks at the two men. Fear evident in her face and body as her outstretched hands shake slightly

“Dean?” he turns to look at his brother. She takes this opportunity to turn and run. Sam goes to chase after her, taking a few steps he stops. Looking at his brother whose fist is clenched around the silver knife. His eyes glued to the floor. “Are you sure she’s dead?” he nods. Lifting his head up to look where she ran to

“When I was a demon. I-” he brings his tongue out, running it over his top lip as he looks down “I killed her Sam. I killed her and then left her” he wipes the small bit of blood off on a cloth from his pocket, placing it back into his jacket as he looks at his car “I don’t know how she’s even alive” he whispers

“Let’s go and find her and figure it out then” the older brother nods, both starting to head in the direction she ran in.

YOUR POV

You get to an old bus. One that you had altered slightly into a small living space. Heading inside you see Billy hiding in the corner. You shut the door behind you, he runs over to you and hugs you. Hiding his head in your shoulder “I told you that you need to stop stealing cars as one day you’ll get into a ton of shit for it” he chuckles slightly, moving away. His smile soon drops as he sees the cut on your cheek. 

“He hurt you?”

“I’ll be ok”

“I am so sorry Hope” you shrug. Smiling softly at him

“Just means I get a bad ass scar. Need to think of a cool back story for it. I reckon mauled by a tiger” he chuckles softly “there’s that smile again” you gently stroke his cheek. Then you hear yelling outside. You grab Billy, forcing him to crouch down with you as you hear talking. The voices sound familiar. Shit they found you. You point at the corner of the room, pushing the young boy over to it. You grab a blanket, placing it over him. You whisper to him “Stay under here and be quiet” he nods, covering his head. You move a few items around him, trying your best to disguise him. Then you look around the little home. Picking up a crowbar from the floor, you stay crouched down. You hear the door rattling, it swinging open. You stand up, hands clenched around the bar. The taller off the two men walks in. Gun pointed towards you. You bring your weapon out to the front of you. Hands shaking as he spots you

“It’s ok. We just want to chat” you shake your head 

“Why should I trust you? Your friend cut me and you’re holding a gun” he nods, lowering his weapon he places it into the back of his jeans. Then bringing his hands up in a surrender pose

“I know. I’m sorry. We don’t want to hurt you, we just want you to answer a couple of our questions” you hear the other man talking outside, walking up the small stairway to your home. His eyes scan around the room before falling onto you. 

“Sammy?” he says as he sees you holding out the weapon. Fear in your eyes as you watch the two men

“I’ve got this Dean. Wait outside” he nods, jaw clenched as he walks out the room “please? Just five minutes to chat with you” he keeps his eyes on you the whole time. You motion with the weapon in your hands

“Give me your gun”

“What?”

“I’ll come and talk to you if you give me your gun. Or you leave my house and we can pretend this day ever happened. I don’t mind which one” he scans you before he reaches behind him. Handing you the gun. You go over, snatching it from his hand. Pointing it at him you motion to the door as you place the crowbar down “outside” he nods, his hands still up. You get outside, seeing the shorter one draw his gun and point it at you

“Dean. Its ok” you point your gun at the man named Dean. Hands shaking as you try and keep your aim. “She’s scared. This is a safety precaution”

“Safety precaution for who?”

“Just put the gun away. Trust me with this” your hands shale as you keep the gun pointed at the green eyed man. He clenches his jaw before putting his hands in a surrender mode, putting his gun back on safety and placing it in his jacket pocket. He then puts his hands back up, both mimicking each other as they face you. 

“Start talking” you move on the spot, transferring your weight between your two legs as you watch both the men, keeping the gun aimed. 

“I’m Sam. This is my older brother Dean. Your name is Hope right? Your friend called out your name when we found him” You nod as you relax a bit. Feeling more in control of the situation. His eyes kind as they look at you. You see Dean take a small step forward so you point the gun at him. The relaxed posture soon changing again as you take a step back 

“Stay there or I will shoot you” he looks at you then the gun. “I mean it mister”

“Dean” his brother says. He rolls his eyes, taking a step back as he looks at you again

“Why did you call me Rose? The truth. Now”

“Because that’s the name we know you as” Dean says. Looking at you “I’ve known you for over ten years. And something truly awful happened to you a couple of months ago. Someone did things to do. Horrible things. And I think you have amnesia because of it. I don’t know why or how I just know that you do” he takes a small step towards you “I think deep down you know us. Know that we are telling you the truth. Because I think if you didn’t... I think you would’ve already shot us”

“Why did you cut me...?” you whisper, eyes teary

“I didn’t mean to cut you. That wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry for hurting you. I never want to hurt you” you nod, looking between the two men

“Why should I trust a word that either of you are saying? How do I not know that you’re just some psychos hoping to get me alone?” he looks down slightly, reaching into his jacket pocket. You keep the gun as steady as you can as he pulls out his phone. He pulls up a photo. Turning it to face you. A picture of you and him. Smiling. Two beers in hand and a lot of empty glasses behind you both. 

“This was taken a little under a year ago. About nine months back. We were celebrating a successful day” you take it out of his hand. Looking at it closely. You swallow deeply. Passing him his phone back as you lower your gun. 

“Fuck” you mutter, bringing your hands up to your face.

“Rose let us help you” Sam says. “We’ll take you back to our place. Find a way to bring your memory back to you. Then you can go back to your life” You meet the taller man’s eyes. Shaking your head slightly

“I-I can’t leave Billy...” you wipe your nose on your sleeve. Tears coming to your eyes as you feel a wave of fear rushing over you. “I owe him my life. Without him I-” you trail off as the two brothers look at each other, turning back to you Sam smiles

“He can come as well. If he wants to. And if that will make you feel more comfortable”

“Do you really think you can bring my memory back?”

“I reckon it’s worth a shot” you nod. Biting your thumb nail as you think through your options. 

“Give me a minute” you go inside the bus. Shutting the door behind you “Billy” you go over, uncovering his head “Hey. The men are saying that they think they can fix me. So they want to take me back to their place. And I’m going to go with them”

“You trust them?” he whispers “they hurt you. And you’re willing to put our lives in their hands?” you look down, hands fiddling with the gun

“They scare me. A lot. However I think that I used to trust them. Based on recent events that have happened. So I’m going to place my odds into past me” you put the gun down, taking his hands in yours “I understand if you don’t want to come. I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m only offering you this and telling you as you’re the closest thing to family I’ve got and I’d hate to leave you behind given that we have the choice. It’s up to you. But I’m going with them” he nods, looking around the small home

“Think it might be time for a change of scenery” he half smiles at you. You stand up, helping pull him to his feet. You grab various clothing. Putting it into a rucksack. Picking up the gun again. You go outside. Billy holds onto your arm as you look at the brothers

“Billy, this is Sam and Dean. Boys, this is Billy”

“I’m sorry about your car mister” he mutters. Dean chuckles slightly

“You’re good, I’ll give you that” Sam looks at you then the small firearm you’re still holding.

“You going to trust us enough to put the gun away?” 

“I’ll trust you enough once you bring back my memory. Until then, this is mine” he nods, a soft chuckle going through his throat as he looks at you 

“Come on then” you follow the two men to the car. Seeing them exchange words as they walk. Too far in front of you for you to hear what they say.

-

A little over four hours go by as you drive. Pulling up to their house you get out of the car. You get out the car, Billy still firmly gripping your arm as you look around the outside “When you said home I was expecting a house” Sam chuckles as Dean goes to the front door. Opening it you head inside. Turning on the lights you look around.

“Holy fuck” Billy says. Looking at the space

“Yeah I can see why you stay here” you chuckle slightly. Dean goes down the stairs. Hearing a door open and shut. Sam sighs slightly

“Sorry he’s- he’s been going through a lot recently” you nod. Following him as he walks down the stairs. 

You spend about two weeks with the brothers. Mainly Sam as Dean seems to avoid you at all costs. Billy was settling in nicely, having a proper roof over his head and a warm meal on his plate which was a luxury he wasn’t used to. Both of the brothers worked hard to try and find you a cure. A way to bring back your memory. But neither of them had any luck. 

A couple more days pass. You were in the kitchen making up a hot drink for yourself. You had difficulty sleeping. When you hear the front door. You check the clock. It was the early hours of the morning. You didn’t realise either of the boys had night jobs at all, considering you hadn’t seen them going to work once over the weeks you’d spent with them. You poke your head round. Going to go and see what they were doing when you see Sam. You pause. Eyes watching as you see him covered in some sort of dark substance. Hearing him talking to his brother. You take a step back, fear hitting you as you realise they’re covered in blood. The shock makes your hands go shaky, dropping your mug. You flinch as it shatters onto the ground. You bend down to pick it up. Freezing as you hear them call out

“Hello?” you stand up. Going over and grabbing a kitchen knife. Turning back as you place it behind your back. Dean walks in. Smiling softly at you as you turn to face him “Hey. Didn’t realise you were awake” you nod. Trying to keep the fear from bubbling over. “You ok?” you nod. Bringing a hand up and rubbing your forehead.

“I umm... I dropped a mug. I was just grabbing something to clean it up with” he nods. Bending down and picking up the fragments. Tilting his head up, his gaze going to the arm placed behind your back. A frown going over his soft features.

“What have you got?” you shake your head, smiling innocently as you refuse to meet his gaze. He stands up. Placing the broken mug onto the side. “Rose?” He takes a step towards you. You step back, gripping the blade

“Nothing” you smile. You reach over, grabbing a hand towel from the side. You walk over to him. Handing him the cloth. Although he wasn’t as tall as his brother, he always seemed to loom over you more. Eyes watching you as he reaches for the cloth. He grabs your wrist. Yanking you towards him. His other hand snaking around your body quickly as he grabs your hand before you can use the weapon. Feeling the blade in the fist. He pulls your hand in front of you. Taking the knife from your grasp. He keeps a firm hold of your wrist as he looks at you. Placing the knife onto the counter as he pushes you against the table. Grabbing both your hands as he pins them down onto the top of it.

“What were you planning on doing with that, hmm?” you look down. Once again fear bubbling inside. Trying to move your hands out of his grasp. He grips your jaw with his hand. Forcing you to look at him. His eyes filled with a lust you’ve not seen before. Blood lust. You try not to shudder at his intimidating gaze. Eyes filled with terror as you bring the hand that he wasn’t holding up, gripping his wrist as he has an iron fist on your jaw “Just tell me why you were holding a knife”

“I saw your brother... he was covered in blood... I got scared...” Trying your best to hold back the tears you can feel forming in your eyes. His hand still forcing you to meet his harsh gaze. You hated the fact that you cried when you were scared “Pl-please don’t hurt me” you whimper out. A tear dropping down and landing onto his hand. He breaks out of whatever kind of blood craze he was in. Dropping your jaw he moves a little bit away from you. Removing his hand from your wrist as he watches you. You rub your wrist, not looking at him, as you can feel his eyes boring into you “why was Sam covered in blood...?”

“Look whatever you saw has a reasonable explanation for it”

“Are you hitmen?”

“What?” he looks at you, confusion and almost amusement in his eyes “No we aren’t hitmen. We’re hunters”

“How did he get that much blood on him? Have a fist fight with a deer?” he chuckles, shaking his head as he moves away from you a couple more feet

“Not that kind of hunter. We kill monsters”

“Monsters?”

“Ghosts. Vampires. Werewolves. All that good stuff”

“You know if you are hitmen or spies or something you can tell me. It’d be more believable then that wacky story” he laughs as you look at him “You’re not joking?” he shakes his head. Folding his arms as he looks at you “Holy fuck” you run a hand over your face “is that why you... when we first met you had cuts and bruises on your face. Was that from...?”

“Monsters?” you nod as he finishes your thought. He nods slightly “an immortal name Cain. We fought” he keeps your gaze with his “You actually used to hunt as well. Before you lost your memory”

“You’re fucking with me?”

“Nope. You were one of the best hunters I knew in fact. I’ve seen you in action a couple of times. Plus heard rumours about you”

“Rumours? From who? Other monster hunters?” he nods and smiles slightly “holy shit” you bring your hands up, resting on the back of your head as you process what was being said “why couldn’t you have been spies. That would’ve been easier to comprehend” he laughs as you look at him. Eyes meeting yours. “You seem to know a lot about me”

“We were quite close before all this”

“How close?” he raises his eyebrow slightly. A mischievous grin tugging at his lips as he smiles at you. You feel your cheeks redden slightly as you realise what he’s eluding to. A soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips. You drop his gaze, folding your arms over your chest “what else can you tell me? About myself that is. It might help jog my memory” you feel his eyes going over your body. He moves from where he is. Coming and leaning against the counter top next to you. You fight against every instinct not to move away from him. Instead turning to face him as his gaze remains forwards

“I met you in 2002 so I don’t know much about your earlier life. But I know that your mother died when you were young. And you dent get on with your dad. You have two children. Anna and Lydia”

“I have kids?” he nods as he looks at you. “Are either of them...?” he gives you a questioning look “Are either of them yours?” he shakes his head

“No. I don’t know who their dads are”

“Dads plural?” he nods slightly “great I was a slut” he chuckles slightly and shakes his head

“I’d say a woman who was confident in knowing what she wants” you laugh, smiling softly at him. He half smiles, eyes still watching yours “I’m sorry for scaring you” you shrug. Eyes moving away from his. He moves away from the counter, turning to face you slightly as he rests a hand on your shoulder “Goodnight Kat” he says with a smile. You furrow your eyebrows.

“Kat?” you murmur the name. He pauses, removing his hand from your shoulder as you continue “You told me my name was Rose”

“It is. Kind of. You changed your name after having your daughter. Kathrine is your birth name. You told me it a few years ago” you nod, avoiding his eyes.

You take in a sharp breath as it all comes back to you. Your mum and dad. Your childhood home. Smiling. Laughing. Then the hellhounds. Your mother’s death. You dad turning mean. Borderline abusive. The hunting. Killings. Murders. All on your hands. The screaming and blood. Then your pregnancy. Your beautiful baby daughter. Anna. Her being taken. By the social workers. Then the monster. Dean saving her. Saving you. On several occasions. Another pregnancy. Lydia. Monsters. You kill monsters. The demon killings. You remember the demon hunt you were on. Bumping into Dean. Then him...

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Wednesday, 14 June 2023

All of Salem is still very concerned about the whereabouts of their beloved mayor, so naturally, Black Patch is on the case.

Black Patch, in case I haven’t mentioned before, is a private eye firm consisting of John, whose last name is Black; and Steve, who is also known as Patch on account of the eyepatch. Get it?

As far as I can tell, Steve is the brains, hands, mouth and every other useful body part of this operation. John just kinda sits nearby being excited, like a dog. It’s adorable to watch, but Steve gets some extra “stuck doing all the work in the group project” sympathy from me.

Then Paulina shows up, to do what Paulina does best: pester people about whatever job they’re trying to do. Are they doing everything they could be doing? Could they be doing it faster? And would it help if I stood here and kept asking you those questions while you’re trying to work?

Of course, Black Patch has no way of knowing that Abe is alive and well at Nurse Whitley’s house. (I was originally under the impression that this was a very brief guest appearance for Kim Coles. But if she’s sticking around then I suppose I should start using her character’s name. Unless and until I get bored and think of some other dumb thing to call her, I suppose.)

Abe is still marveling over that footage of him from 2008 that was on the VHS tape he was watching between episodes of Body and Soul.

Then Whitley comes home. Wait — is Whitley her first or her last name? I do not have this information!

Abe confronts her about the whole “I seem to be the mayor of this town, so what the actual hell?” thing.

She comes back with a truly bizarre web of lies that boil down to “yes, you were mayor, but you got impeached because of… EJ DiMera. And… I don’t know, Jennifer Horton.” (If not for the callback I made to Jennifer running Gwen over with her car, I would not even expect you to know who that is! But I did make that callback, so you really need to start keeping up here.)

Abe either believes these lies or decides not to argue the point any further. And they settle in for — YES!! — more Body and Soul!

And look, I was already excited about this incredibly stupid soap-within-a-soap. But now we find out that there’s an actual character named Thrust!

Heh. Thrust.

(Okay, so years ago — actually, starting the same year that Abe was elected mayor — I started reviewing the entirety of the 80s Transformers cartoon on YouTube. And I never stopped being delighted by the existence of this guy, whose name is also Thrust.)

Heh. Thrust.

Abe, noticing how much amnesia there is on B&S, tries to engage Whitley about his own amnesia. She responds by switching the show off entirely.

THIS HAD BETTER NOT BE THE LAST WE SEE OF THAT SHOW, DAMN IT.

Oh, and remember yesterday, when Li decided to take Megan up on her whole “kill Stefan” idea? Well, it turns out that Wendy walked in right as this was happening! You didn’t see her the last time around, because they weren’t paying her to be in that episode you weren’t paying close enough attention.

“Hey,” she says, dancing to the only tune this show seems to know lately (walking in on part of a conversation and grilling the speaker about what they heard), “who were you talking to just now?”

Li makes up a bunch of entirely unbelievable lies about seeing a matchmaker. Wendy doesn’t believe him, because seriously… matchmakers haven’t been a serious thing since this lady did it in the early 60s.

But then Wendy realizes that her brother has had a breakthrough: he’s not scheming to get Gabi back anymore! He’s moving on with his life! And she lays all of this on super-thick because dramatic irony.

Speaking of laying it on thick, they’re really going out of their way to show us how in love Gabi and Stefan are.

This post-coital shot in particular got my attention — it’s almost something approaching artful by this show’s standards. Also Stefan makes a horribly dark joke about wondering if Jake’s heart would be up to more sex. (Jake was his twin, who died and unknowingly donated his heart so that Stefan could live again.)

But yeah, these two are so blissfully happy together. I get it. And I’ve been watching this show (and… really, all shows) long enough to know that this means something very bad is about to happen to one or both of them.

And speaking of something very bad, EJ walks in on Megan’s conversation with Li about “getting rid of her brother” and hey, it’s time to do that dance again!

EJ reacts by angrily ejecting Megan from his home. (Okay, so it’s the ancestral home of the entire DiMera family. But he owns it. So he can be a little shit about it.)

But Megan rallies, first by throwing a weirdly out-of-character whiny temper tantrum. But THEN she clues EJ into her real intentions: killing Stefan! The brother he doesn’t like!

EJ balks at this idea — he only wants to ruin Stefan’s reputation and take away all of his material possessions, not KILL him! So he threatens to go to the police and/or Stefan about this. Which leaves Megan with no choice but to bonk him over the…

…well, when I watched this the first time, I could swear she bonked him over the head with that vase. But I should have realized that she’s only three apples high and EJ is a mighty redwood and that just isn’t physically possible. And boy, it looks pretty silly when you slow it down, frame-by-frame, like this!

Then she drags EJ’s unconscious body into the secret passage that literally everyone who’s ever lived here (including at least two small children) knows about.

But Gabi and Stefan enter and see the broken vase (and make a shitty comment about the help — BOO!) and then exit.

So… wait, was all of that just a bunch of masterful misdirection?! EJ was the one in danger, not Stefan? Things could not possibly pan out this way. But if they do… I guess I was wrong and this show actually is kind of good, though?

[tigerpeachs]

Good Girlfriend - Okkotsu Yuuta

*PLEASE READ: No minors allowed. 18+ Only. All characters are aged-up in my work.*

TW: 18+, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Cock Warming, Spit Kink, Hotel Sex, Fluff?, Yuuta in General

Word Count: 2.3K

AN: I was feeling romantical bc of Valentine’s Day! So I wrote a whole lil fic that was supposed to be a part of a blurb piece but i got carried away  ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ not even God himself could stop me. Anyways enjoy!

Female Reader x Okkotsu Yuuta

You were a good girlfriend. Or you would be if you had a boyfriend. Anyone could ask any of your male friends. You were charming, funny, and cute. You often wondered if maybe it was because of your male friends on why you didn’t have a partner. Someone to lay with at night and call your own. Or maybe you were meant to just mess around and engage in hookup culture like your friends did. You should take some notes from Maki-Senpai. You drowned out everyone around you as you thought your way into a headache. The drink in front you only being fiddled with as your partner continued to type up your mission report over text to Gojo.

As you were lost in thought, Yuuta thumped his foot against yours. You quickly jumped out of your little mind bender to look at him. He smiled sweetly as he pointed to your menu. 

“You gonna grab anything to eat, we have the company card so we can splurge.” He said, dropping his gaze to look over the options himself. You let out a soft ‘oh’ before looking over the meals and various pictures of food. 

“I just want chicken and rice, you know I'm easy when it comes to food.” He hummed in agreement before deciding on his order as well. “What are you getting, Okkotsu?” You asked, resting your elbow on the table so you could settle your head into your hand. 

“Mmm fried chicken, rice, and pickled radish. Maybe something to drink as well.” Your eyes light up at the thought of a drink. He smiled at your reaction and said, “Maybe a few drinks.” 

After a long dinner and a few shots, Yuuta had you back in your shared hotel room.

“Jesus fuck, I promise I’m not a drunk or anything, it’s just-” You said until you cut off.

“Been awhile?” Yuuta said.

“Yeah,” You sighed. You watched his tall frame rummage around his luggage for his sleepwear, a baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants.

“I’ll be back. Gonna change real quick,” He said, moving towards the bathroom. 

“I should do the same.” You said, moreso to yourself than him. For some reason, in your drunken stupor, you felt exposed as you removed your work clothes. The tights uniform left small indents in your plush skin. You pressed your fingers against the indents. After a few breaths you realized you should probably put some clothes on. 

Reaching for a tank top and some sleep shorts, you worked the fabric over your frame. As soon as you finished, Yuuta emerged, a band around his head, pushing his hair out of his face with moisturized dewy skin. You quickly pressed your fingers against your face, realizing the guy probably had better products than you. Also, crazy enough, Yuta had a girlfriend once. Or well… Still does. A wife? What would you even call Rikka? Soon your little thoughts from earlier came rushing back into your head and you looked over back to the man.

“Uhh, Y/N?” He finally called out to you, causing you to meet his eyes. “I can practically feel you staring at me… Is something up? Do you want separate rooms?” He politely asked. You quickly shook your head.

“No, it’s not that but,” you said, moving to sit on the mattress and cross your legs. “I’m having trouble trying to say it,” You admitted to him. He nodded patiently, waiting for you to continue. Sorting through your thought process. “Do you think I'd be a good girlfriend or like… Is there anything wrong with me?” Yuuta opened his mouth only for your rushed words to come out. “I mean like, Maki and Nobara have guys flocking to them! And I get that I’m not them but I think I’m pretty cool! I know that it’s not just down to looks but I just- It’s just that- I wanna-” 

Yuuta grabbed at your hands to slow you down and get you grounded to him. You stopped talking and waited for whatever prophetic word would come from him.

“It’s not like that, Y/N. It’s just up to chance sometimes.” He said, smiling with his words. You immediately groaned, pushing his hands away and deflated at the phrase. 

“Sure, yeah, but honestly sometimes I just wanna be touched! And held! It’s driving me nuts!” You fell back against the sheets for dramatic effect, pushing your legs out. Yuuta rested his palm against your shin, gently running his thumb over it. 

“Do you want to cuddle or something?” He asked. You sat up on your elbows at his words, looking over his soft pretty features before nodding at him. “We could cuddle for a bit until we fall asleep if you want.” And with that you rushed into your night routine before coming back to the bed. 

Suddenly you felt almost shy in front of your friend. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as he lifted the thick comforter up and slid over, making space for you. With a quick ‘thank you’ you moved to occupy the space. Instead of spooning him, you surprised him. You pressed your face into his chest and lifted a leg to go over his hips. His skin was warm and his heartbeat was thumping loudly. 

Your mind went blank as he dragged his fingertips gently up and down your back. It pulled you into a peaceful state of mind. You’re so used to fighting curses and hand to hand combat you almost forgot a touch could be so gentle. 

You pressed into him more, looking forward to see the exposed skin of his collarbone. In your daze you pressed your lips against his skin, causing the repetitive drag of his fingers to stutter. You pulled back a little, moving your leg off of him, feeling your nerves take a hit. 

“Sorry,” you said, untangling yourself from him. Instead of a response, Yuuta leaned down, pressing his soft lips against yours. You gripped at his shirt, working your lips against his before he pulled back.

“Don’t apologize, I liked it,” He said, right against your mouth before hooking his hand around your knee. He pulled your leg back over his hips, turning his frame slightly so his hips pressed against yours. You jumped at the feeling of his hard cock slotting right against your covered cunt. “I liked it so fucking much.”

You pulled him in for a kiss again, letting him grab at you. His palms working over your breast, swiping his fingertips over your nipples through your shirt. Soon he pulled you underneath him, sliding his hand underneath your shirt, gripping at your hips. You spread your legs open to make space for him, feeling how wet you were from your lips spreading with the motion. You almost felt embarrassed, knowing there might be a wet spot but with him wrapping a hand around your throat and bracing you against him, it didn’t matter.

He tightened his lower abdominal muscles, flowing through with the motion so he could rock his hips into you. The drag of his hard dick against your pussy caused a frenzy inside of you. You followed his actions, keeping pace as you rutted against him as well. Although it was supposed to be dry humping, the slick you were accumulating through your shorts was soaking both of you. 

Yuuta pulled his hand away from your neck, pushing your shirt up to grab a handful of your breast. You moaned against his mouth, sliding your palm under his shirt. It almost shocked you to feel his hard cut of abs. He sat up, yanking his shirt off. Before you had the chance to admire his physique he was grabbing at the hem of your shorts, yanking them down aggressively along with your panties. You shuddered as the chill hotel air hit your wet pussy. 

Yuuta’s gaze was stuck to your exposed skin, transfixed on your slick folds. As you shimmied away from him, trying to hide your apparent arousal he gripped your knees, opening you up more.

“Y-yuuta,” You said, in a shy tone.

“Yeah, baby?” He said, letting go of one leg to pull his cock out. He watched your face, waiting for a response while he stroked himself. He spread his precum along his shaft, steading his breath now that he finally had you underneath him. 

“Want you so bad,” You said, shutting your eyes and trembling from the fear of not getting what you want. No, what you need at this moment.

“Fuck,” He whispered before removing the rest of your clothes. The fat tip of his cock slapped against your folds, causing you to jump at the spark that shot up your core. He leaned over, dropping a glob of spit onto your already soaked cunt before he slid his tip up and down your slit. You jumped every time his tip passed over your clit. It was aching and so sensitive. You were basically throbbing for it.

His blunt head pressed into your entrance causing you to suck a deep breath in. He looked at your beautiful flushed face before pressing forward, working himself into you. The pressure of his cock splitting you open caused you to exhale hard. Your stomach caved in with the lack of air in it, hip flexors pulling up and angling your pelvis better for him. 

By the time you inhaled again he was fully sheathed inside of you. You tensed your jaw and shut your eyes. Dear fucking god. A gargled moan fell from his lips before you could state your concern. 

“You’re so tight, love,” He whimpered. Instead of pulling out, he grinded his hips against yours, just like before, causing you to see stars. 

“No,Yuuta, fuck,” you said, struggling to find your words. “You’re just so fucking big. I’m so full, you’re so fucking deep.” He felt drunk off your words, almost possessed as he pulled out slowly, only to press back in, dragging his veiny cock against your spasming walls. Your hands fell wrapped around his biceps as you dared to look down to where you both were conjoined. 

You gasped seeing him plunge in and out of you, thrusting his cock with a lazy pace. The hair that adorn his pelvis was soaked and matted to his skin. His veins along his happy trail popped out from the motion. You dragged your gaze up to see him looking down as well. He watched your pretty pussy work to talk all of him in. Your poor clit was swollen and your lips were wet and puffy. 

He looked back into your eyes before capturing your lips in a kiss. Although you wanted to rush and feel his tongue on yours, he slowed you both down, teasing you as he worked at you gently. He moved his hands down to hook under your knees, pressing them flat against the mattress, forcing your pelvic area up more. 

You yelped at his next thrust, feeling him deeper than before. His cock was pressing against your cervix now. You couldn’t help but clamp down on him, pressing a hand against his lower abdomen so he wouldn’t be able to press so deep. 

“This pussy is so fucking good, Y/N. Wanna fuck you forever,” He said against your lips. You couldn’t help but nod in agreement as he confessed more. “You want that? Want this pussy to be mine, baby? Want me to fuck you whenever I want? Want me to cum inside this pretty pussy? Please let me cum inside, baby. Let me breed this pussy,” As he spoke, the words repeated in your head, making you feel desirable to the sorcerer. His raspy tone made more arousal pool into your stomach.

The pressure in your core was wound tighter and tighter with each thrust. You nodded your head to his demands, “Want it,” You said, eyes shut, lost in the feeling of his cock fucking into you. “Want you to cum inside me, please,” You said, almost whispering at the end of your sentence, still shy to admit your attraction to him. 

He picked up his pace just enough to set off another wave of tension inside of you. Something snapped, your walls spasming around his cock as your muscles tightened up. You moaned out as you pressed your fingers deeper into his biceps.

“Yuuta!” You cried out, cumming and clamping down on him. His eyes were screwed tight he pressed his hips down, cumming as deep as he possibly could inside of you. You could see his body tense and relax over and over, just like you did a few seconds prior. He slowly moved himself down, resting against you and letting his weight hold you down. He didn’t remove himself from you yet, enjoying the moment with you. 

Instead of saying anything you moved your fingers across his back, dragging two fingerstips against his spine, just as he did to you prior, coaxing him into a deeper relaxation. 

“Um,” He speaks out, forcing himself awake before it’s too late. You look down at the crown of his head, pushing his hair back for him. “Did you, um, enjoy it.” Your momentary silence made him nervous. 

He shot up, looking at you with a flushed face causing you to speak. 

“Yuuta, I was soaked through my shorts,” You boldly stated before feeling your cheeks heat up as well. “I-I, Well of course, I liked it.” You said, feeling more nervous now then when he was literally fucking you. He smiled.

“I know you mentioned being a good girlfriend, would you give me the chance to be a good boyfriend to you?” He rested his forehead against yours, leaning down as you uttered a small ‘yes’ before he kissed you.

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 5

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: It's time for your lunch date with Loki!. Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 5: Lunch Date

For once, you knock on the door of the suite instead of going right in. It's more polite today, since you just want to pick up Loki. For the occasion, you've thrown on an elegant dress and chosen shoes that are both comfortable and daringly high. You may have used a little magic for this combination. Since it's cloudy and a bit chilly outside, you've thrown on a thin summer coat.

It's not long before Loki steps out the door.

You were curious regarding what he would wear, because until now you only knew him in Asgardian clothing. Today he looks like he's stepped straight out of a commercial for Armani: he's wearing a perfectly fitted black suit and a dark shirt to go with it, the top two buttons undone. A tasteful combination of sharp and casual. You can see green cufflinks flashing at his sleeves.

The difference between him today and Thor yesterday is like night and day, you notice with amusement. Even though they're both incredibly handsome in their own ways.

"Glad you followed my instructions," you greet him. As if Loki has ever shown poor taste in his choice of clothing.

His eyes scrutinize you, traveling down and up your body once before nodding, as if your appearance has received his approval. However, his gaze lingers on your high neckline. "You, on the other hand, could have made more of an effort," he retorts.

You merely roll your eyes at that without being offended. You get into the elevator and go straight to the underground parking garage. Tony made a joke by installing stereotypical elevator music in all of them. It jingles softly while you take the way down in silence. Loki is standing close to you, you feel him in your personal space. You don't let it show, though, nor do you move aside.

A dark car with a driver is already waiting for you in the garage. It's a fancy limousine, you realize. Presumably Tony doesn't own a single inconspicuous car.

Loki is faster than you and opens the car door for you. He gets a small smile in return but nothing more. You don't want him to think this impresses you.

He takes the seat next to you. "Where are we going?" he asks as you leave the garage.

"It’s a surprise."

Loki chuckles. "You’re making me curious, Witchling."

You notice the new nickname. "Oh, have I been promoted?" you ask amused.

A wide grin spreads across Loki's face. "Don't you worry. You're still my pet."

You leave it at that without a comment.

The drive doesn't take long; the restaurant is only a few blocks away. The car pulls up in front of it and you get out. The restaurant is on the second floor of the building. You climb the stairs and are greeted by the receptionist.

The staff has been briefed in advance and they all behave totally professional. You can't tell if they recognize Loki. Probably the name Tony Stark and the promise of a more than generous tip helps overseeing his past if so.

Maybe it's also because Loki acts like a courteous gentleman. He helps you take off your coat, exhaling sharply as he sees the low back neckline of your dress. You smile knowingly. That was absolutely intentional.

You are led to your table, Loki letting you go ahead. You feel his piercing gaze at your back.

At the table, he passes you and pulls out your chair. You sit down as if it's the most normal thing in the world for him to do. Just because he shows some manners for once doesn't mean you forget his other acts or let them lapse. But it's a nice change from your other interactions and you actually enjoy it. And it's a good show for the staff to see this side of Loki.

He takes a seat across from you and you both get poured champagne.

You two are the only guests at the restaurant. Stark rented the whole place just in case there was trouble. It was apparently not a necessary precaution, but this way the meal has a more private atmosphere.

You raise your glass. "To what are we toasting?"

"Fine food and lovely company."

"Can't argue with that."

The appetizer is served and Loki is in his element. Maybe it's the luxurious surroundings. It's probably a nice change for the prince to be pampered again. Despite the luxury of his suite, he's otherwise on his own in the tower, and aside from Thor, no one else is friendly to him. You wonder if he misses his home. Difficult family circumstances or not. It was certainly a difficult adjustment for him when he arrived back on earth.

"Is this how it is now?" Loki asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. "I wish for something and you make it happen?"

"I thought we'd already established that this isn't the case," you reply.

"Then why the lunch now?" He seems genuinely interested.

"I thought it would be a nice change," you admit, "and you asked nicely. Besides, it's a good opportunity to talk."

You definitely plan to take advantage of the fact that he can't just run away. Tony and Thor are just waiting for a call and would be right here. Loki seems to sense that.

"About what?" the Asgardian asks amused. "My inclusion into the team of these heroes?" He pronounces the word with every ounce of sarcasm.

"I'd love to hear from you about what the attack in New York was like for you."

Loki is taken aback by this change of topic and for a split second his face falls. Then he has a neutral mask back on, but the lightness of a moment ago is gone. "I have nothing to say about this. I'm sure you've already been told about it in detail." He turns his head away, looking seemingly interested at the paintings displayed on the opposite wall. But you're not intimidated by his dismissive manner.

"Some things hurt. But they don't get better unless we talk about them. I imagine it must have been hard to go through all that, to have a captured mind and then to be punished for it later." It's your honest opinion about it. You have had your own experiences with mind control magic and you know that the more complex and stronger the mind is, the more painful the procedure is for the victim. At least if it is done involuntarily. But who would like to be a voluntary victim?

"Then you can guess my opinion about my stay here on Midgard."

"I wouldn't like it either," you admit, "but I'd make the best of it."

"I do."

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow. "Because to me it looks like you just sit in your room and sulk most of the time."

The corners of Loki's mouth twitch up. "I'm sitting here with you, aren't I?"

You nod. "That's right. Thanks, by the way, for calling my company the best."

This makes Loki laugh and his spirits seem to rise again. You've already noticed that his mood is as fickle as the weather on a spring day in April. "I’m planning on calling you other things, too," he promises you with a suggestive look.

"I'm not sure if you earned that yet."

Something in Loki's eyes flashes. It's a challenge you didn't intend, but one he accepts. Fortunately, at that moment, the next course is brought, together with a red wine.

"Can you read the future from entrails, Witchling?", Loki asks you, looking at his beef tartare.

"The only thing I'm reading out of this is that we're going to have a delicious meal." You try your beef and it’s really good. Tony really has the best recommendations for restaurants. However, you don't want to know how expensive this lunch is. In that respect, it's really convenient to have a rich employer.

"When I was younger, I learned the art of palm reading," Loki tells you, drawing your attention. "It's been a while, but I dare to say I’m still good at it.”

"Really?"

Amused, you catch his gaze. He holds his hand out to you. "May I?"

You put down your knife and lie your right hand into his. He turns your palm upward and studies it, tracing the lines. He takes his time, as if he were looking at and analyzing a work of art. His fingers are firm but their touch is gentle.

"Well?" you ask after a while of silence.

Loki looks up at you. "It seems you are quite blessed," is his professional opinion.

"Am I?"

Without averting his eyes, he brings his lips to your hand and kisses your wrist, right where the pulse is. A pleasant shiver comes over you. "You are now." His voice is low as if he were casting a spell on you.

You blink and a moment passes before you remember to react.

"Silvertongue." You chuckle and draw your hand back. But you register that you should be more careful. It’s not wise to be lulled in by his charms. Loki seems to notice his effect on you as well and he winks at you before he turns his attention back to his food.

For dessert, a platter of various small sweets is placed on the table. Loki tries everything and you notice that he seems to have a sweet tooth. You let it go unremarked, but make a mental note of it for future reference.

"So, why are you doing this?" the Asgardian suddenly asks you.

Somewhat puzzled, you look up. "What do you mean?"

"I know it's a great honor to be in my presence, but I'm still wondering why you are here."

You now he doesn’t mean here in the restaurant, but with him in general. "That's quite simple actually: a friend asked me and I was curious," you explain.

"A friend?" Loki asks. "Stark?"

"No, the Sorcerer Supreme."

Loki grins. "Look at you, Witchling, casually throwing in the fact that you are friends with the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Let's just say he's a friend from work. Why? Do you know him?"

Loki swirls the red liquid in his glass. "I've met various Sorcerer Supremes in the past. Can't say I’m fond of the current one."

That makes you curious. "Why not?"

"Let's not talk about that second rated wizard," Loki says firmly, putting his glass back on the table. "This evening is too lovely to ruin it with that."

You drop the subject, but you'll definitely ask Stephen what happened between the two of them. There has to be a story behind it and you are determined to find it out.

Eventually, you finish the meal and stand up. The bill is sent directly to Tony, so you have nothing to do but collect your jackets. On the way to the reception, Loki stays by your side and puts a hand on your back to guide you. Your back tingles at the skin contact and it's not because his hand is surprisingly cool.

You feel the loss of his touch as he pulls back his arm and helps you into your coat.

You leave the restaurant and wait for the car to pull up. The streets are filled with traffic and people whose lunch break has just ended and who are on their way back to their offices. There is a lot of honking, you hear the siren of an ambulance and a child is crying somewhere. You would never think of driving yourself in these narrow streets and you silently thank Tony for offering a chauffeur. New York is really a big city, you haven't gotten used to it yet and you're glad you can spend most of your time at the Avenger Tower. There are a lot of people working there too, but the hustle and bustle isn't as noticeable.

It may be the nature of your being that you're not a fan of large crowds. A large crowd always has its own essence, its own mind. And in your experience, nothing good ever comes out of it. You remember only too well how people used to gather to watch someone similar to you undergo a test. The rules were always simple: if the person died, they were not a witch. If they did not die, they were a witch and had to be killed. The end result was always the same. Fortunately, your mother was always careful to teach her children how to stay under the radar. When it was better to get to safety and move to a new place. The cards helped you do that. It's always quite good to have a little glimpse into the future. Unfortunately, not all of your siblings had the same luck. The modern era got off to an impetuous start. You yourself only barely escaped once. But by now, things had really improved for witches. People were no longer focused on eradicating the occult or simply what they didn't understand. Or at least you stick to those countries where it's like that.

You see your car arriving and turn to Loki - only to find he's no longer standing next to you.

Oh Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Your heart hits your stomach. You've been so preoccupied that you haven't paid attention to him. Searchingly, you turn around, but you don’t spot him anywhere. His tall figure should be visible above the heads of the others. Silently you curse that you have been so careless. The friendly conversation at dinner has put you in a false sense of security. You reach for your cell phone in your pocket to inform Tony or Thor, while walking down the sidewalk a bit. They wouldn't be thrilled at all that you lost the younger prince. Tony had specifically warned you about this.

Suddenly, you hear his voice and as you round a few passersby, you see the Asgardian god kneeling by a child in front of a store window. It is a dark-haired girl with a backpack in the shape of a rabbit, who has red puffy eyes, as if she had been crying bitterly until just now. Slowly you approach the two, your cell phone still in your hand, but not dialing a number yet.

"Loki?" you ask cautiously.

The dark-haired man looks up at you. "There you are. Little Lady Sofía here is lost and can't find her way back home."

Once again, big tears well up in the eyes of the girl who may just be in elementary school, if at all. Loki reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a handkerchief, which he hands to her.

You, meanwhile, decide that you can scold Loki later for just disappearing like that. Instead, you hunker down next to Loki to the girl, who backs away a bit, though.

"It's okay," he reassures her. "She's a friend of mine and she's helping us."

There are so many things you wonder about. Loki's reassuring way of talking to the child. How he even managed to get her to trust him so quickly. That he called you a friend. But for now your focus is on the girl.

"Where do you live?" you ask her.

"In a tall house," she answers, sniffling loudly. Unfortunately, that applies to pretty much every building in New York, so it doesn't help you.

"There you are," you suddenly hear a voice behind you. As you turn around, you see a short, broad man approaching you, his gaze on the girl. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

You rise. "Are you her father?"

The man shakes his head. "The uncle. I was supposed to pick her up from school, but I got held up at work. By the time I got there, she was gone." He turns to the girl and leans down a bit toward her. "I'll take you home now," he promises her, holding out his hand.

That's when Loki pushes his way into his path, arms crossed. "Don’t get any closer," he growls at the man, who looks at him in surprise at his sudden aggressiveness.

"It’s none of your business," the man says, but uncertainty resonates in his voice.

That's when Loki grabs him at the shoulder and pushes him back. "If you touch her, I'll kill you." If his eyes were daggers, they would have killed the stranger immediately.

You put your hand on Loki's arm. "Loki, what are you doing?" you ask him calmly but firmly.

"He's lying," the Asgardian growls. "I can smell the falsehood in his words."

This makes you frown. You have no reason to doubt the man. However, you have no reason to doubt Loki's words either. Therefore, you lean down again to the girl, who has been watching the whole scene with wide eyes. "Do you know this man?" you ask her, but she only plays sheepishly with the handkerchief she got from Loki. She is too intimidated by the attention of all these strange adults and doesn't answer.

"Let go of me!" the man demands meanwhile, trying to free himself from Loki's iron grip. Some passers-by become aware of the scene and stare at you curiously. You don’t like that, because it's not good when Loki's face is in the public eye in a story like this.

"Let him go," you therefore say to him. "We will report him to the police, but first we need the girl to get home safely."

Loki turns his head toward you and your eyes meet. You nod at him in what you hope is a confident and reassuring manner. This must not escalate or you both will be in trouble. He seems to realize that, because he reluctantly lets the man go, pushing him back a bit while he does. "Lucky for you, the voice of reason is present.”

"You'll hear from me!" the man scolds. But it is half-hearted and he quickly disappears between the passer-by.

Loki clenches his hands into fists and closes his eyes for a moment to take a breath and resist the urge to hurt the man after all. He looks in the direction he disappeared and with a small gesture he sends a spell after him anyway. You don't know what it is and you don't ask. Then the Asgardian turns back to you.

Meanwhile, you've spotted a police officer among the people, who is grabbing something at a food truck. He's probably on his lunch break, but you don't care right now. With what just happened, you'd better get an official party involved. "I'll be right back," you say to Loki and walk over to the officer.

"Excuse me, officer."

"Yes, Miss?" he turns to you questioningly.

"My friend and I found a child who got lost. I'm afraid she can't tell us where she lives," you explain and he looks in the direction you point. Between the passersby, Loki and Sofía are only vaguely visible.

"A child you say? A little girl?"

"Yes, about this tall." You point at hip level.

The cop hands the food truck owner some money for his food, then reaches for his walkie talkie. "Officer Decker, this is Daniel. Are you still with the woman who lost her daughter?" he asks into the device. "What's the girl's name again?"

After a brief pause, the device crackles. "Yes, she's still here. The daughter's name is Sofía, seven years old."

Daniel gives you a questioning look and you nod. "Come over to 34th Street and Lexington Avenue. I think I found her here."

He follows you to Loki, who looks towards you. "He might know where the mother is," you explain to him as the cop leans down to the girl. But Sofía doesn't seem to be in the mood for further acquaintance and hides a bit behind Loki's leg. Daniel looks questioningly at him, but the Asgardian merely shrugs. You all decide to wait.

A few minutes pass by, when the girl suddenly shrieks. "Mommy!" You follow her gaze and see a petite woman step around the corner alongside another police officer. When she hears the call, her worried face turns to relief. Then she spots her daughter.

"Sofía!"

The child runs toward her and the two embrace.

The policemen follow the women a little slower, taking care of the details. Loki and you stay around briefly to make a statement, especially because Loki insists on reporting the strange man from earlier.

It turns out that mother and daughter were shopping when Sofía left a store while strolling. She wandered around a bit and then couldn't find her way back. Apparently she got two blocks far. The mother, who only let the little one out of her sight for a short time, had all the employees search the entire store.

She's very glad to have her girl back.

Loki and you take your leave quietly and get into your car, which is still waiting for you nearby.

Relieved, you exhale. What an afternoon. You hadn't planned something like this to happen when you organized lunch at the restaurant. But with an Asgardian god, you never know exactly what's going to happen next.

Loki looks out his window, seemingly bored, but turns his head to you when you put your hand on his arm.

"You did great," you tell him with an honest smile.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes move down to where you are touching him and he withdraws his arm. Then he looks wordlessly at the window again. You get no response. But you don't care, because you know Loki did the right thing when it mattered.

What you don't know is that he is so surprised by your unexpected praise that he doesn't know what to say. He's not used to it and it actually makes him a little embarrassed.

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Surprise! Loki didn't run off at the first chance he got. He behaves decently when he is treated decently. Shocking news I know! Kids trusting Loki will be a recurring trope in this story. He deserves all the love and trust. Also, you finally got your nickname: Witchling. Yay

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[abbatoirablaze]

His Sunshine, Chapter 9

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings:  smut, protected sex, mentions of violence, gun violence, character getting shot, angst, betrayal. 

“Lloyd…wa-wait…”

He stopped kissing me, pulling away just enough so that he could look me in the eyes.  I all but melted under his gaze.  He looked confused by me stopping him.  His gaze turned to one of worry, “What’s wrong, sweetpea?”

“I-I-“ but the words failed me as I looked at him.  I didn’t want to ruin the moment.  I didn’t want to stop.  But at the same time, I had to make sure that he wanted me even though six had done what he’d done.

“It’s okay, cupcake,” he offered, his warm calloused hand gently running over my cheek, “you can talk to me.  Tell me…whatever that it is that you need…I’ll do it.  I’ll give it to you.”

“Are you sure?” I asked softly, feeling more insecure and vulnerable than I ever had in my entire life, “i-is this what you want?  Am I what you-“

But he cut me off with a kiss.  His mustache tickled my face, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I pulled away from him.

“Sunshine, if you ask me that question again, I won’t stop kissing you until your lips are swollen from me.”

My heart melted at the thought, and because of his words, “Lloyd…I-“

“I wasn’t joking, Sunshine.  I love you,” he confirmed, “you are what I want.  You are my soulmate.  It’s only you.”

My heart raced as he touched my mark again.  His thumb gently caressed it, and it felt like there was a fire in my belly, softly working over the embers that had been tamped out in my heart until it was a rolling fire, “Lloyd.”

“You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to, sweetheart,” he sighed contentedly, “I just-I want to be with you.  I want you to want me, and I want us to be together.”

“I want to be with you too, Lloyd.”

He smiled suddenly, his Colgate grin brilliantly gleaming, “I have an idea, pumpkin…let me show you something…can I show you something?”

My brow cocked as I looked at him, “Lloyd…wh-what are you talking about?”

“I want to show you, sweetpea…let me show you how I want to take care of you!”

It wasn’t much longer after that that I was swept away by him, and we were rolling through the city in a tinted SUV.  The lights raced past us until we were surrounded by rolling hills. 

“Lloyd-“

“The view itself is almost as beautiful as you are,” he cooed, his right hand shifting to touch my thigh while his left held the steering wheel, “I rented a little chateau while I tracked down leads on you…but now that you’re here with me…”

“Lloyd what are you talk-“

But I was cut off by my own gasp when he pulled up to a picturesque modern home that clung to the hillside, “Lloyd…”

He was already out of his seat and opening the door for me. 

“Let me take care of you, my sweet.  Let me show you all of the luxuries that I can give you.  Let me show you everything that you deserve.”

“I-this-Lloyd this is too much.”

“Nothing is too much for you,” he replied softly, leading me into the home.  It was sleek and well-designed, with windows overlooking the hillside.  He swept me into his arms when we reached the kitchen, “I’m going to cook for you…wagyu beef and asparagus, fresh baked Italian bread from the farmer’s market.  A clos de la roche grand cru.  It’s so decadent you won’t even know what to do with yourself, and-“

“Lloyd-“

“But first,” he continued, keeping me locked securely in his arms, “I’m going to pamper you, Sunshine.  I’m going to draw you a bath with essential oils and-“

“Lloyd-“

“And just after dinner I’ll massage every knot out of your body, pumpkin,” he purred, his fingers already working over my achy muscles, “I’ll give you everything you desi-“

“I just want you,” I replied in a huff, my finality finally raising above his own sweet suggestions.  I cupped his face in my hands, and his gaze immediately softened as he looked at me, “I’ve been running for three years only to find out that you never wanted to hurt me, Lloyd…I just want my soulmate.”

“I want you too, princess,” he agreed quickly, “I wan-“

But I cut him off with a kiss that seared through my very soul and into his.  I threw every ounce of passion into it as I held onto his face.  His hands slipped down my body, caressing and massaging every inch of me.  I felt him moan against my lips when I playfully nipped his own bottom lip. 

He shifted us, pressing me into the counter, his erection grinding against my hip.  My thighs clenched and my core fluttered wildly around nothing.  I whimpered against his lips.  He smiled, his tongue slipping past my lips, and we battled for dominance.  He lifted me up enough to hoist me onto the counter and press himself between my thighs. 

“Lloyd-“

“i-I have protection,” he said quickly.  My heart fluttered at how he thought of me, even down to the gold foil wrapper, “I-our first time-“

I pulled him back to myself and kissed him, “I love you, Lloyd Hansen.”

He smiled wildly and dropped the condom on the counter, our lips connecting once more.  While he held my face, my hands slipped down to his chinos, where I began tearing at the buttons.  I wasn’t sure if the sound of fabric ripping was from me pulling too hard on his jeans, or the pull I felt when he slipped my panties over my legs and pushed the skirt of the dress I was wearing up, but it didn’t matter. 

The next sound I heard was a much smaller sound as I continued to kiss his lips swollen.  It was the tiny ripping of the foil package.  But through it all, he never broke the kiss.  He shifted slightly, and my hands rode up his chest, my nails digging into his abs as he slid the condom over his hardened length. 

“I love you, Sunshine.”

And with that, his thick shaft pushed against my entrance.  I gasped, feeling the burn of the stretch.   My arousal helped coat him, guiding him into me, slowly, inch by inch.

“Relax, Sunshine,” he cooed against the shell of my ear, “I got you baby.”

The pain began to fade quickly when his hand touched my mark.  And pleasure filled every nerve ending as I arched into it.

“That’s it, sweetheart…you’re doing so well for me.”

My hands left his chest and one wrapped around his neck, while the other touched his mark.  Our eyes met as he sank into me, my breath being stolen from my lungs as it felt like we were connecting in a whole new way. 

“Lloyd…”

“I feel it baby,” he rasped as he sank into me all the way to the hilt.  I clenched around him, my walls spasming around his length.  His eyes closed, his thick lashes fluttering shut as he tried to keep himself focused, “oh god…fuck…I’ve never felt this good before, Sunshine…I never-fuck…I feel like I’m going to cum already…”

“It’s okay,” I coaxed, our eyes meeting again as his shot open.  My hand grazed along his jaw, and he leaned into it, “we-we have the rest of our lives…right?”

“Oh, fuck,” he growled, his hips stuttering inside me when he went to pull out, “fuck…I’m not like this normally, I sw-“

“It’s okay, Lloyd…” I moaned, feeling my own high as the cord snapped.  My eyes closed and I buried my face in his neck, embarrassed over how quickly I was cumming with him, “oh god…is-is this what being with your soulmate feels like?”

His chuckles met my ears as his first high started fading away, his cock still hard, spearing me, “god…I think so, sweetheart…”

“Oh my god.”

He scooped me into his arms, and I wrapped my thighs around his tapered waist.  I felt him stepping out of his chinos and I locked my legs in place. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart…round two is in the bedroom…after I get another condom…”

“Lloyd…”

The calm, sweet air that I’d woken up to just minutes ago had faded, and my worry reigned nervously over me as I was woken by a commotion going on downstairs. 

My heart raced when I heard glass shattering. 

I was quick to slide on one of his shirts and grab a gun from the dresser.  I carefully tiptoed to the top of the stairs.  From my spot at the landing, I could see two bodies, bullet holes in the center of their skulls. 

“I’m going to fucking kill them all,” Lloyd’s voice growled, “tell your fucking boss that shit.  Better yet, I’ll tell him myself.  You aren’t fucking making it out of here alive, you son of a bitch.”

I ran down the stairs and looped around the corner, just as another man was doing the same.  He was quick to try and shoot at me, but I dropped my elbow right in the crease of his own after I ducked under him.

“You little bitch!”

“Bravo team has eyes on the target!”

“SHIT.”

I ducked as another man pulled the trigger.  He’d had no disregard for his own partner and shot him straight in the back of the head as I shifted and used him as a shield.  Blood covered Lloyd’s shirt and I pushed the body towards his teammate and turned around the corner again.  My own gun had fallen away in the fray, and I had lost sight of where it went.

“Target on the main floor.  I repeat, target on the main floor, Northwest entryway.”

“SON OF A BITCH!”

“LLOYD!”

“SUNSHINE, DUCK!”

I baseball slid down the hall, and Lloyd appeared.  I slid between his legs as the guy came through the hall.  Lloyd pulled the trigger, just as the guy did the same.  And while my assailant dropped to the floor, Lloyd stumbled over me, his ass hitting the floor. 

My eyes went wide as I tried to quickly assess him. 

He’d been grazed by the bullet.  His arm was bleeding, but it wasn’t anything major. 

But his attention wasn’t on his own injury. 

He was desperately reaching out to me, the blood on the shirt I’d taken from him setting him into panic mode, “sweetheart, are you okay?  Did those bastards hurt you?  I swear to go-“

“Lloyd, you’re bleeding.”

“I’ll be fine baby,” he said, quickly, brushing me off, “are you okay?  Is-“

“I’m fine…”

He nodded, accepting my answer, “okay…we have to go then…they’ll be sending more when these guys don’t respond.”

“Wh-who are they?”

“Looks like they followed us pumpkin,” he sighed, giving me a sad glance, “but I know a place where they can’t follow us…I’m taking you home.”

“H-home?”

“Our home, baby,” he nodded, pressing a firm kiss to my lips, “nothing will ever hurt you there…I promise…”

“O-Okay..”

Chapter 10

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[estehmanisbangsatu]

My fav Saezuru scene

CW: violence , suicidal thoughts , blood ,

(Please tell me if there's any warning i need to add)

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Really want to get this out of my system and talking to myself wasn't enough wwww so its just a messy rambling about my fav scene (so far) from the legendary series by yoneda kou sensei, saezuru tori wa habatakanai

It's..... Actually not a happy—rather, a grim one—but somehow it stuck to me. My fav scene is when yashiro beat the shit out of hirata after he shot doumeki..... Yeah......

Okay but to my defense it's the yashiro who lost control over his body what makes this scene so special to me. YK sensei had been portraying yashiro as someone who's composed, cool headed, and always under control—yes even when he's being banged and got all those treatments during sex, i feel like its still something that he has an upper hands in.

Not to mention, he was ready to die in hirata's hands, it feels like even he has the control over his own death.

But his eyes when he saw doumeki received a bullet....

Pure horror, and just one panel ago his eyes were lifeless. It gives me goosebumps.

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And finally, he lost his shit. He lost his control over his body.

It feels like his head blaring a deafening alarm of "He just shot doumeki, and i need to kill him" Over and over again. He lost his composure and just let his body and instinct took over him. There's even no joy when he beat hirata—like the way he did with one of the hirata's ex-cleaners—its pure hatred, anger, and horror.

And i think its... Beautiful. Because it adds layers to his character and a touch of human in him. Because it shows us how complex yashiro is. Because even the great young kashira can lose himself when the trigger is pulled. And last but not least, it shows us how important doumeki is to yashiro for him to lose himself.

Gosh i really love YK sensei, she's a genius.

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My abstract thoughts about this scene are more obscure and since English isnt my first language i cant really put it into words the way some of you did, but at least i tried lol.

Thanks for reading my nonsense rambling, do tell me if you know a way to convince YK sensei to give DouShiro a godamn happy ending they deserved.

[teklarn]

I NEED A PART TWO FOR BAUKGOU’S AWKWARD CONFESSION!!

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓽. 2

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

a/n: k the first one kinda blew up and i've been on tumblr for like a week and it made me rly happy receiving the requests ty <33 thank u for all the reblogs too !! this is a bit later than i hoped it would come out b/c half of the original fic was deleted by accident, but i’m on summer break until sept 5 so hopefully i’ll still update frequently. 

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: lil angsty, fluffy at the end

warnings: cursing, one-sided pining, gave reader a quirk, the fighting scene is bs i cannot write action scenes at all im so sorry lol,  second hand embarrassment for our dearest dynamight :(

word count: 2507

pls don't mind any typos! i try to edit to the best of my ability but i tend to type fast and i might miss a few or a lot of things. 

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read part one here my loves !!

you found yourself bored, cheeks puffing out as you swirled around the drink in your glass cup, sitting across from midoriya. he was muttering again, which you’d always found cute, however you weren’t listening this time at all. 

part of the reason you’d rejected bakugou was due to the fact midoriya had requested your attention first, and not as friends. if you’d told bakugou that, it would just wound his delicate ego on top of the fact that you truly had no interest in him whatsoever. 

at the moment, though, he was the only thing on your mind. there was no sudden spark of attraction you’d felt when he’d confessed. of course, anyone would find it flattering that the katsuki bakugou found you attractive. his standards were higher than the clouds. 

at the moment, it felt like something was blocking your chest from feeling something for him, however you couldn’t pinpoint what it was. 

“—it was amazing, right, y/n? y/n?” 

your eyes flickered up to meet the emerald, wide-eyed eyes of your friend. you contemplated lying, but it was no use. shaking your head softly and pursing your lips, you set your drink down. “i’m sorry, midoriya. i’m just kind of...out of it, i guess you could say?” 

he cocked his head to the side. “’out of it’?” he repeated. 

“yeah,” you sighed, head pounding. 

“is everything alright? maybe today isn’t the best time for this.” 

“yeah,” you agreed. “maybe.” 

“do you want to go back to the dorms?” 

you nodded, massaging your temples. “yeah, yeah let’s go home.” 

midoriya let out a soft chuckle through his nose, smiling. “alright.” he offered his hand, and you gladly let him heave you up. 

“i’m sorry about this. honestly, midoriya, i enjoy your company, i really do. but i never assumed you’d catch feelings for me too—” 

“too?” he blinked. the two of you continued on your way back to Heights Alliance. 

you gulped. “yeah, there’s—” 

“are you saying you caught feelings for me, as well?”

your eyes fell blank, lips parting in question. “no, uh. you know what? never mind.” you giggled gently in hopes the two of you would laugh it off without another thought. perhaps you should keep you and bakugou’s quiet interaction to yourself. midoriya and bakugou were already rivals enough. 

- 

the following week was agonizing in many ways. sitting beside bakugou guaranteed that you would get strange, judgmental looks. it never guaranteed his stolen glances. when you’d catch him staring, his cheeks would flare up, and you swore he had smoke puffing out his ears. 

each time, he looked as if he would explode. what can you expect from a guy like him? 

it was easy to assume you’d just pissed him off, though. you weren’t the type of person to tell everyone you’d been asked out, but you needed to speak to someone about it. the thought had been nagging you, stuck at the back of your mind but just on the tip of your tongue. 

you even found that you were distancing yourself from midoriya, who, after asking you out, had insisted you begin calling him izuku. over everyone else, you’d choose him to speak to about the matter, but ever since you’d discovered he had feelings all along, it was strange being around him. 

you viewed him differently. he shot you glimmering smiles and blushed softly when you said his first name. 

“y/n?” 

you twisted around to see mina rocking on her heels behind you. “yes?” 

“are you okay? you seem...how do i put this.” she tapped a pink finger against her lips. “off. you seem off. is everything alright?” 

your brows raised. “oh, yeah. i’m good. thanks for checking in.” 

“is there anything you want to talk about?” she adjusted her hero costume. you and the rest of the girls were currently changing for another training exercise. 

yaoyorozu fixed her hero costume. “i don’t mean to impose on anything, but i have to agree with mina, y/n. of course, there’s no pressure to tell us anything. you’re under no obligation to unless you need and want to talk to someone, but we’re here if you need us, okay?” 

you nodded, smiling softly. “thanks you guys.” 

- 

it was the same training as before, however you were able to select a partner of your own. being that there were 21 students in the class, there was always ought to be a group of three, or one person left out. you’d come into yuuei out of pure luck, as some like to put it. 

you’d found it offensive they’d assumed it was that and not your own pure skill. it’d taken a while to re-convince yourself that you were worthy of being in the class, even if you were usually the odd one out. 

most students had already bonded by the time you arrived here, so finding a partner wasn’t always easy. once you and midoriya had gotten close, you two did most things together, however at the moment, you weren’t quite feeling it. 

surprisingly, your eyes caught bakugou standing alone, eyes scanning the room for a partner. kirishima must have partnered up with another friend, then. it was always them together. 

unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough to avoid either of them. bakugou was already trotting up to you, eyes locked on your figure just as midoriya began jogging to your side. 

in perfect unison, they asked, “be my partner?” (in two very different tones, of course.) 

you blinked between them, about to answer when aizawa came up behind you three. 

“are you guys in the group of three?” your teacher deadpanned. 

your shoulders slumped. “yeah, i guess so.” 

“get to work. you’ve already wasted five minutes standing around.” 

you nodded politely. “yes, sensei.” 

you swallowed. bakugou’s crimson gaze was pinning you in your spot, and midoriya’s lips thinned with a lack of enthusiasm when bakugou looked back at him. 

“get to work, you three,” aizawa repeated, walking away. 

“i can take on both of you.” bakugou cracked his knuckles. 

you clenched your fists. “we already know you’re at the top of the class, bakugou. there’s no need to rub it in our faces.” 

he averted his eyes, cheeks flushing red. it was like a sad, silly way of letting you know you won this fight. 

“i’ll go against you two,” you said, adjusting your hero costume. 

midoriya’s eyes widened. “what? y/n, but—” 

“but i’m not strong enough?” you finished for him. you knew where they ranked in strength, and while yours was just as powerful, if you let one thing slip, your arrows would disappear and you’d be dust. “that’s exactly my point, you two are practically at the top of the class with your quirks.” 

“tch, don’t hold back,” bakugou said, readying himself. 

“don’t go easy on me,” you mocked. 

“y/n, do you really think this is a good idea—” before izuku could finish, you and bakugou launched yourselves at one another. 

you charged forwards. an arrow flew from your hand, twisting its way right through the smoke of an explosion. when it cleared, bakugou was nowhere to be seen. 

a gasp fell from your lips as you turned around just a little too late. your ears rang terribly as your back collided with the ground. 

izuku cried out. green lightning flashed, and he was at your side in a moment. “kacchan!”

you groaned, sitting up. bakugou cut through the smoke with an arm. “fight me, damned nerd. there aren’t any pauses in a real fight.” 

you wriggled yourself away from midoriya. “midoriya, you’re my enemy in this.” 

“bu—” 

“no buts. fight me. and don’t hold back.” 

midoriya noted the determination in your eyes and stood, giving you a sure nod. you were back on your feet in a second. bakugou flew in the air and came crashing down just as fast as he conjured a blast in his right hand. 

attacking wasn’t your best option right now. you were smart enough to know that. an arrow appeared flat at your back and pulled you from where bakugou was targeting. 

cement flew into the air. 

that blast could have wounded you badly. possibly killed you, if he’d hit the right spots. 

in the air, you examined their zealous features. midoriya’s brows were furrowed in that determined smolder. 

bakugou, as always, looked angry. as expected, he charged first, shooting himself into the air. his foot nearly collided with your face, missing my barely an inch. you took your shot, revealing the arrow you’d hidden behind your back. the tip collided with his chest. 

you left the arrow to complete its command and stick your blonde opponent to the wall and trap him there while you went after midoriya. 

while he bested you in strength, you did the same to him when it came to speed. you dodged his punches like they were weak attempts at hitting a ball in a park. 

you grinned. in a battle of strength and speed, whoever landed the first hit would win. there was no question. 

twisting in the air, you allowed the ball of your foot to shove midoriya to the ground. he cried out as his face was crushed into the cement. 

it was perfect timing, as bakugou ripped free of your hold, the arrow keeping him in one spot dissolving into air as soon as its purpose was lost. 

your head whipped around to see him charging for you. 

your fingers curled. the headache pounding at your temples was beginning to get hard to ignore. 

bakugou launched himself at you, spinning in the air like a missile. he really wasn’t going to howitzer you...right? 

when he didn’t slow down, you threw your body to the right, the attack just barely missing your leg. it scorched a bit of your thigh. a groan fell from your lips as you cupped the area around the burn, shuddering with pain. 

bakugou’s chest was puffed proudly as he marched up to you, hands cracking with excited explosions. 

he pulled back his right arm, ready to spark up another fight as midoriya recollected himself. you bit your lip to hide the fact you were quivering. 

it was sudden, but bakugou paused when he saw your hand fly up. 

“give me a minute...” you gasped out, skin still sizzling. 

“y/n! are you alright?” 

you didn’t respond. midoriya smacked his friend’s arm. “kacchan! what’re you thinking?”

“midoriya, i’m fine. don’t stress over it.” you limped to your feet, rejecting the extended hand from your green-haired friend. “i’ll just go see recovery girl.” 

“do you need—” 

you smacked midoriya’s hand away, a little bit more rude than you intended it to be. “i’ll be...fine.” you offered a weak smile to hopefully make up for your tiny outburst. 

although you could see in his eyes he wanted to help, midoriya nodded and stood by, hand falling back to his side. you clutched around the patch of burned skin. the sting had faded a bit, however there was a soreness to the wound that felt like a constant stabbing to your leg. 

you swallowed the pain down, marching towards the exit with determination and a bit of a limp.

you looked back to see midoriya had gone off to tell mr. aizawa what was going on. your teacher nodded, understandingly. 

there were a few worried glances and offers for help in the hall, but you’d neglected them all and found yourself relieved to see recovery girl in her office, typing away. 

she turned as the door opened. “please knock beforehand next time—oh, dear. y/n? are you alright?” 

you gave a tense nod. “mhm. just got a bit banged up in training today.” 

the old woman pursed her lips, smile lines becoming evident. “i see.” she led you to the small cot reserved for patients such as yourself and directed you to sit down. 

she examined the bruise. “it’s fairly bad. what happened?” 

you made a gesture to the door. “i was brawling with bakugou and things got...intense.” 

“that boy has quite an extreme side to him, as i’ve come to notice.” 

“mhm,” you agreed. 

“unfortunately, y/n, i have no ointments to be able to treat this properly.” 

you nodded sheepishly before the old woman smooched your cheek. a soft green glow radiated around you. 

when she pulled back, she said, “now, your body will be trying to catch up on the healing process. that’s what my quirk does. speed up recoveries. since it’s sped up, you’ll require some rest, preferably sleep. i’ll make sure your teachers know you’re excused for the rest of the day, sound good?” 

“yes, thank you recovery girl.” 

she pushed herself out of her rolling chair and left the room, smiling at you.

your eyes fluttered shut not long after that. 

- 

the sun was gone when you woke up, the hallway light flickering off. 

“good, you’re awake.” 

you looked to the left. you cried out, gathering the white sheets around yourself despite being completely clothed. “bakugou! what the hell? you stalker! you creep!” 

bakugou took the slap you gave him on his arm. it was light, and didn’t do much damage. 

“what...what do you want?” 

even in the dark, you could tell bakugou’s cheeks were burning red. “about...about the other day. i wanted to talk to you about it.” 

your chest fluttered in unwanted hope. “there’s nothing to talk about.” 

“dammit, y/n, i wish there wasn’t anything to talk about. you’re insufferable and annoying and i can’t stand being around you because no matter what’s going on, you make my chest feel all funny. it’s stupid, and i can’t take my eyes off of you.” 

heat rushed to your cheeks. “i’m flattered, really. but i-” 

“i’m not asking you to reciprocate my shitty feelings. if anything, it’s better if you don’t.” 

“bakugou, i wasn’t...” you paused. 

“you what?” he snapped, voice soft despite his tone. 

“i was going to say that ever since you...ever since you asked me out, i’ve been conflicted about my own feelings.” 

“the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“i’m not sure if i like you back or not, bakugou. but hearing you say all this...makes me want to give it a shot. sort of. also, why the hell are you watching me sleep?” 

bakugou swept hair from his eyes. “don’t go and try to change the subject on me, dumbass.” 

you gulped. 

“so what’re you saying?” 

“i’m saying,” you started, “i’m saying that maybe i want to go out on that date with you.” 

“say it again.” 

“what?” you looked up, his eyes boring into yours. 

“i said i want you to say it again. tell me you want to go out on a date with me.” 

it startled you how sure he was when he knew what you wanted, too. this was unlike the last attempt to ask you out. 

“katsuki bakugou, i want to go on a date with you.” 

he grinned. “where to?”