#If the above gif doesn't make the answer obvious enough I don't know what will XD

[stardestroyer81]

Everyone knows that I usually depict myself as a sheep, but in light of recent hyperfixations... can I interest you in a Micah Koopa? 💙✨

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast crushing on the reader

+ gummigoo and princess loolilalu!! Hooray! i think i might have written something like this a long long long time ago buuuuuuuut with episode 2 out and more info on some characters, i decided to remake it... if i have written this before..!

Notes: reader is GN but post mainly focuses on the canon characters

CWs: none

CAINE

Very obvious, and he's not going to waste too much time flirting with you before he asks you out on a date. He gives you special attention compared to the other circus members and always checks in on you first. He's open to flirting, but he doesn't go overboard with it... he's got to keep it family friendly, you know! Boggles at you if you return the energy, before regaining himself and hitting right back with a line. Doesn't hold back any punches when trying to impress you, it hits its peak when he tries to ask you out. It can get... overwhelming...

POMNI

Poor girl. She's so awkward around you, she doesn't want you to think she's some loser. Even though she kind of is already/j. Tries to make conversation with you to get to know you better and to just spend time with you. She's... clumsy... in the sense that she stumbles over her own words and seems more on edge when you're around. You might even think you did something wrong to make her act so tense around you. Not at all confident when asking you out, actually you might be the one to ask her first just to get the tension done and over with. She tries her best not to seem rude or put off by you, she's just clamming up is all!

RAGATHA

Similar to Pomni she's a little awkward, but she keeps herself composed much easier. Yoinking the fact that she practices her words before talking to someone and using it here. She hypes herself up before knocking on your door to check in on you. Very attentive to you and your needs, she subconsciously puts your wants/needs above her own... call her out on that because there's going to come a point where it's going to come to her detriment. Makes you things every now and then, cannot accept anything in return but she will try. Asks you out when she feels the time is right, and even if you don't feel the same she tries to move on with the friendship as normal unless you want some space.

JAX

When he's crushing someone he's the type to tease them and lightly bully them. "But Admin, he already does that," You might say. And you wouldn't be wrong. I can see him leaning more into it, though. So if you notice him getting onto you more than he did before.. well you might just assume he's being a jerk. He thinks love is gross, as immature as it sounds. Cooties mentality, so he does what he can to try to smother those feelings. On top of that he hates the idea of being vulnerable, giving him all the more incentive to try to destroy those feelings. Oddly enough, he still tosses pickup lines your way if he notices it gets under your skin. Is it mean? Yes, but let's not forget that Jax IS mean...

KINGER

It's hard to tell when he's crushing on someone simply because he's so... Kinger. But some big signs to let you know that you're on his mind is him hovering around you more and more as time passes. He's already lost his wife and deeply scared that something is going to happen to you. Actually, that fear might push him to tell you how he feels fairly quickly. It's nearly suffocating, and he needs that peace of mind that he can at least tell you how he feels before anything hypothetically happens. Strikes up conversations whenever he can, a lot revolving around his own interests because that's what helps keep him grounded and in the present moment... but he wants to hear you talk to! A bit of a flirt, surprisingly, but he's very polite about it.

ZOOBLE

Its hard to read zooble sometimes, but they make it easy by being forward with you. They come forward when they realize they have feelings for you, and that said feelings aren't just a dud and won't pass easily. Very accepting on whatever you answer, but I can see them needing some space from you if you reject them. It doesn't mean the friendship is over, Zooble just needs time to get those feelings out. Similarly to Jax, they don't like being vulnerable like that. Unlike Jax, they want to get it done and over with sooner rather than later. Not a flirt, but they will become more... noticeably relaxed and open around you. At least by Zooble standards.

GANGLE

Shy.. and awkward... I know I keep saying the girls are awkward, but Gangle is going to give Pomni a run for her money with how much of a mess she becomes. Doodles you a lot, becomes more cagey about her sketchbooks and papers because of this. Follows along with whatever you suggest you two do for the day, and doesn't protest all that much because she wants to make you happy and perhaps even impress you. Definitely fantasizes about some fanfiction-esque scene that leads to the two of you ending up together... it's actually a little... pathetic... and it's unlikely to happen like that, and knowing a certain circus member.. cough cough Jax.. she's probably not going to get the chance to tell you herself on her terms...

LOO

Very straight forward and confident when asking you out, and she takes it with grace if you don't feel the same. Similar to Caine, she gives you special attention! She might even give you some special privileges in her kingdom... definitely gives you some pointers that she's developing some feelings for you. A great listener, wants to know just about everything about you and she's going to let you rant and ramble about anything you want. She responds too, by the way. She doesn't just listen, she keeps the conversation going. Leaves you gifts every now and then!

GUMMIGOO

If this is post... everything... and he was allowed to stay, having a crush on someone so soon actually distresses him a little bit. He's just learned that he's an NPC and everything he knew prior to... everything.. was fake.. it all feels too sudden. The stress translates into frustration, so you may fall under the impression that he's upset with you. He is.. but only a little, for making him feel like this. But a bulk of it is towards himself and his circumstances. If this were any other time or if he didn't have the knowledge he has now, he would be more open and even attempt to flirt and tease you. Sad stuff.

[macabre-mangled]

Love Like Wolves

OBI-WAN KENOBI X READER (gender neutral)

WARNINGS: canon typical violence and innuendos, insecurity (on readers end), brief mention of small age gap

SUMMARY: Obi-Wan assures you you're his despite it being secret

A/N: hot dilf. I also don't proofread my writing so deal with it lmao

Satine was gorgeous. You'd admit that. She also was so kind which made it hard when she was clearly showing interest in your lover. Obi-Wan wasn't flirting back by any means, but that didn't stop the hands of that ugly feeling to take hold of your brain. You of course masked it with the force, knowing that he could sense it otherwise. He could definitely tell something was wrong, but didn't have any idea what. You excused yourself to go and lick your wounds like a cowardly youngling. If Obi-wan was concerned he didn't voice it.

In our quarters you didn't find much peace either. in fact you had been pacing, your lightsaber clinking in its holster as you did. You know Obi-Wan would never be disloyal despite no one knowing about you two. He's not the type. However; it also means he can't publicly claim you. Maker, you sound so primitive. Is that really what we are in the end? Just like animals? Are you the same as a loth wolf? They mate for life. Does Obi view you as his life partner? All These thoughts swarmed your head like wasps. Obi was older than you, surely he's smart enough to not throw away a good thing. At least you hoped so.

"They're a good catch, Master Kenobi."

saltines eyes glittered as she spoke, A knowing glint in her eyes. Obi took notice and looked around in panic.

"Relax, I will not speak of it to anyone."

"If I may ask; how did you know?"

Obi-Wan didn't think he was THAT obvious. Or was he? Maker, he hopes not.

"The way you look at them. Its not obvious, but if someone knows where to look they can tell. Now, I will be taking my leave."

He watches Satine go. He surely hopes no one heard their conversation. Maker knows how much trouble he'd be in if the council found out. he wouldn't be able to take it if they took you from him. You're his light in the dark. He NEEDS you. Although now he's picking up on your distress. How did he not notice before? He starts off towards your quarters. He knows how you get. He just hopes you'll be in the mood to let him calm you down.

Upon his arrival he knocks twice then three times; the secret knock you two have. When you open the door he's greeted with your glare. Oh maker, what did he do? He doesn't recall doing anything. Your strained voice startles him out of his reverie.

"How's Satine? You two have fun making eyes at each other?"

Your tone gave away your emotions, something Jedi are not supposed to do. But right now you didn't care. Realization hit Obi-Wan's face.

"Darling, we weren't doing anything of that sort. Satine knows about us."

He calmly said in something just above a whisper as he slowly moved to cradle you in his arms. You let your shoulders fall. you knew this was ridiculous. Of course he wouldn't. You knew that, but maker that feeling took you by the horns. So you gathered all your courage to ask him the one question you had in the back of your mind.

"Do you see me as a life partner? Like would you marry me if you could?"

If he hadn't been right next to you he wouldn't have heard it. But he did and it made his heart ache how small you sounded. He knew you had insecurities, but never had he heard you sound so unsure. The answer was obvious he thought.

"Of course my darling, It's only you. We're bonded like loth wolves. Nothing or anyone will change that."

You snuggled closer to him at his words but his hand held you softly by the chin to look into his eyes. His eyes held an unspoken question and yours held the answer.

[thescienceofdeductionn]

Observation 101

So, here we are. If you practiced your Mindset and Intuition, observation will be more useful for you. Obviously, in 1 post we can only discuss what is observation and how to observe better. In the future, we will go deeper and analyze scenes. For now, let's get started.

Some people think that observation is just looking around. But here is the difference: Looking around is passive, observation is active. There is something called "Passive Observation" but it is not the same as looking around.

Passive Observation: It is an automatic habit you develop. You don't actively look for details but you observe. For example, you shake someone's hand and later you can say it was a firm grip and he wore a watch even though you weren't paying attention. Obviously, details come with attention so you won't observe a lot passively.

Active Observation: You have a purpose and you channel your observation with this purpose. You want to observe as much as possible in the shortest amount of time. So, when you shake hands you don't just shake, you are trying to get a feel of his skin, you are looking for the brand of the watch etc. When you become active, more details are available to you.

Let's analyze this scene in a very superficial way. Sherlock listens to the victim's parents and while he turns his head, he notices something. He realizes that an object is not where it is supposed to be. It is just an instant intuition and passive observation. It appears he wasn't actively looking but still noticed it because he practiced observation for a long time and he can observe even when he doesn't give attention.

Obviously, we have a lot of examples of active observation so I won't go deep on that.(Basically, every scene where Sherlock makes a deduction is almost an active observation. Though, we will go deeper in the next posts.)We can't do anything about passive observation because it will come with practice. For now, let's focus on active observation.

How to Observe?

Even if you know what to look for, if you don't know how to look, it won't matter. (You will look for a watch on a man's wrist but miss the detail that it is a woman's watch. )

So, for the last 3 years, I did research about how to observe and still @amateur-deductions program is one of the best programs. 2 basic questions will increase your observation skills immensely. Those are: 1-What is missing? This question is important because like the example above(Sherlock notices what is missing, which is bust)you need to see what is not there but should be. Almost everyone buys dumbells as a pair. So, if you see a 5 kg dumbell on the ground, you should question where is the other one.(If there is another one.) If you ask yourself "What is missing?" you will see it easier.

2-What seems out of place?

You see a soldier but he is not shaved. Why? Maybe he left the military or he is lying. Whatever the case, there is something out of place and by asking "What seems out of place?" you will look for odd details. These 2 questions are not enough but very important for the foundation. In addition, never forget: “There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.” Never take anything for granted.

Your brain will trick you when there is an obvious fact like that:

Wrong: This person wears a watch. A lot of people wear a watch so it is not important. I don't have to observe it.

True: I wonder what can I observe about this watch? What time does it show?

What to look for?

The answer to that question is simple: Everything. You can't take the risk of missing any details so you have to observe everything. After you observe everything, your observations will draw you a path and you will go deeper into some of them. So, observe everything.

This is a long introduction but a necessary one. In the future, we will go deeper. So, if you have any questions about observation, send them. For now, that's all. See you later.

[violent--delights--violent--ends]

PERSUASION I HERO FT FANFIC

CHAPTER 11

WC: 1033

Hero pov

I ring the doorbell, and Kristen answers.

"Hey, she's in her room," she says as I'm coming in. "It's the last door on the right" she points towards the hallway and then goes back to the living room.

"Oh, come on, I hit the damn button; that wasn't even fair," I hear Jess's voice yell.

"Video games?" I ask Kristen laughing while making my way toward the hallway.

"Yeah," she laughs, turning the tv up some.

"Come in," she says after I knock on her door. I walk in, closing it behind me; she's lying on her stomach on the bed, playing what looks like Super Mario "why won't you jump?? Ugh," she says out of frustration.

I have to admit she sounds pretty cute when she gets all worked up like this. When I first heard her over the phone, I couldn't stop laughing at her.

She adjusts on the bed, and I can't help but notice how her butt looks in her shorts.

"Like what you see?" her voice interrupts my thoughts.

"What? How did you know I was looking?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You just told me," she smirks, setting the game down on the table, adjusting her pillow then turning over. I walk over, sitting on the side of the bed. "So, what's your news?"

"Oh, I got a role in a movie called The Silencing," I smile.

"Hero, that's great! Congratulations!!" she smiles.

"Thanks, I'm excited."

I'm telling her about the audition process when I keep hearing shutter noises and then Jess giggling.

"Are you taking pictures of me?"

"No," she smiles, looking at me. "I can't believe they make you audition multiple times. I have never understood that, but they want to get it right." I kick my shoes off and raise them on the bed.

"Let me see" I climb over her reaching out for her phone as she holds it above her.

"No sir, my eyes only. I need something to remember once you're gone," she says softly, looking up at me.

"Oh really?" before she can answer, I lean down, pressing my lips to hers.

I can tell she's caught off guard but quickly relaxes and puts her arms around my neck as I deepen the kiss. I move, pulling her up with me as I pick her up, sitting her on my lap, pushing her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear as she kisses me again.

I'm not sure what I was expecting and how it would be if I kissed her, but damn I'm so glad I did. It's almost like she knows what I like without even trying, and she gives me just enough to want more. I pull back, catching my breath.

"Damn, Jess" she closes her eyes, licking her lips, then opens them looking down.

"Was that okay? I mean, it's been a while since I kissed someone" I lift her chin, making her look at me; I can feel my face blush slightly.

"Yes," relief washes over her, and she smiles. I notice her phone is behind her; holding on to her, I lean to grab it.

"Hey!" she says, trying to take it from me.

"I wanna see the pictures," I laugh.

"If you can guess my password," she challenges me.

"You're on."

How hard can it be it's either 4 or 6 numbers, and her birthday would be too obvious. I swipe up and see that it's six numbers. Maybe it's Kristen's birthday? Doubt it; she wouldn't make it something her sister might know.

I still don't understand why she's so distant from her family; she doesn't talk about them much, and I don't push her on it.

Come on, Hero, think if you were Jess...then it hits me what if it's my birthday? I doubt they know anything about me, considering her mum's reaction to the picture she posted of us. 110697  I type it in, and it opens.

"I got it!!" I laugh, and she groans with embarrassment.

"I meant to change it."

"Don't I'm flattered" I kiss her, then scroll through to her last picture.

"Jess? A puppy?" I raise my eyebrow.

"What? It's cute," she smirks, taking the phone.

"You and Diesel can be twins even though he's cuter," she jokes.

"Oh yeah," I push her back, getting on top of her and leaning towards her, making her think I'm going to kiss her but start tickling her instead.

"Okay, okay, stop," she laughs.

"Say I'm cuter," I continue tickling her.

"You're...cuter."

"Thought so," I smile, pulling my hands from her body.

"Where is the silencing filming?" she asks, catching her breath. I move to lay beside her, and she rolls onto her side.

"Canada"

"Thats cool; I have a friend from there," she says as her face lights up. "We don't see each other much though he films in Vancouver mostly," she notices the change in my facial expression. "Hero Fiennes Tiffin are you jealous?" she asks, a little shocked.

"No," I put my hand behind my head, glancing at the tv and then back at her.

"Don't be jealous" she moves closer to me, placing her head on my chest.

"I just really like you, Jess" I pull her closer.

"We're just friends, Hero; if anything, I should be the one who's worried," her voice shakes. "I mean, you could have anyone, especially someone who can.." her voice breaks, and I stop her.

"Don't do that. You know I don't care about that" I look down at her, and she's trying her best not to cry. "Baby, don't cry."

"I'm just, I'm going to miss you" she looks up at me.

"I'm gonna miss you too, but we'll figure it out, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep. I mean, it's going to be harder than you realize with filming."

"I know this is going to take work, but as long as we communicate, we should be fine," I say as I rub her back.

[erstwhles]

“ it was my fault. it was all my fault. ” from juliet to henrik (i'm sure he'll be normal about this doubtful)

it's about the comfort!

"I don't know, Your Majesty. Have you spoken to your wife today? Perhaps she would have the answer you are looking for." Rosalind doesn't look up from her plate as she crosses the dining room where the king is finishing his breakfast alone. Nowadays, he seems to be doing most things alone, and as a result, the tension in the castle has yet to be resolved.

Henrik brushes his hands together above his empty plate, an unimpressed frown decorating his expression. "It isn't any of your concern, Your Grace. And I would ask you to watch your words," he says, but with all of the history behind them, the only threat he can make is an empty one. It is also quite obvious that he is severely outnumbered in any area where he and his wife are on opposite sides. "And to whom it concerns, I spoke with her this morning."

By now, Rosalind is halfway to the doorway that leads into the corridor, but Henrik's words are enough to cause her to freeze and turn. "About more than her schedule and what meetings she is to cover today?" There is barely a pause before she continues, but only because anyone currently residing in the castle could likely answer that question without hesitation. "When will this end, Henrik? Who are you angry with? I will not be the... carrier between you. Clean up your own mess."

"For heaven's sake--you don't think I have tried?" Henrik's words hang in the air for a moment, but it feels much longer as Rosalind allows him to stew in the uncomfortable quiet, giving only a shrug in acknowledgment.

"I am starting to think..." He continues, shifting in his seat, "that I can't. That we can't. Every time we do, we... argue. Or sit in silence." Silence as comfortable as the one currently filling in the space between him and his highest advisor.

Though the long dining table separates them, Rosalind glances down at her plate, to where the spiral of the sliced croissant is still steaming. In a moment filled with a truly self-serving fantasy, she wonders what the chances would be of throwing it in a perfect arc across the room so it would come in contact with Henrik. Too far, probably. "Have you considered..." Her eyes meet his, finally, and Henrik feels a bit of relief relax his shoulders "Having a third party in the room? Not me--God no, but... someone to keep you accountable? Because if you really hope to fix anything, I agree. Your time is running out. She has been plenty patient." Again, barely any time is offered to consider the sentiment before she turns and continues through the tall doorway.

--

"No, stay." A deep breath slips from his lips in a stream as his assistant pauses midstep after being addressed. Though his eyes widen, he gives the king a nod before stepping off to the side, remaining just in the corner of his eye. From there, Henrik's focus lands immediately on Juliet. "...can we talk?"

It is more of the same silence that fills much of the conversation. It's hard, he realizes. And of anything about his job, this wasn't supposed to be the difficult part. This was supposed to be the one thing he was sure about. When did that change?

For a while, it feels like that invisible wall between them is just as impermeable as it has been since Juliet first shared the news that managed to provide this great divide in the first place, but then her confession slips out, and Henrik pauses. "What do you mean?" A deep sigh leaves him and he doesn't even notice as his assistant slips from the room, leaving the door ajar so as to not disrupt the couple's conversation. "How could it have been?" They have been talking about this for so long that he could almost forget how it all got out of hand. "It wasn't your fault. It... it has been a long road, but none of that was your fault."

[riley-macnally]

"Since that's factually true, I guess I'll let you have it, tiny, not short, got it." He smirks, knowing it was true after all, she wasn't short, but she did have a more petite type of frame that fits in with the requirements of the word tiny. "Sure, I'll even throw in the magic carpet ride just to impress ya." Laughing, he couldn't help but notice just how much he had laughed tonight, all thanks to her. "What's ya go to Disney movies?" He asks, mostly just curious, and also not at all ashamed to follow up with his own, letting her know that he too enjoyed most Disney films. Especially ones with talking animals or, more specifically, snowmen, like Olaf. He really loved that little dude. "Well if you wanna bite a chunk out of the compliment then sure, it's not actually possible, but it's how it looks, at least from where I'm sitting," still smiling gently at her, he offers a small shrug, not wanting to make anything weird, or even overstep, but he couldn't help it. "I see something beautiful and I acknowledge it." He adds, as if to explain what was probably coming across like a very random thing to say in the middle of their other discussions. "Mm, that just feeds into the idea that what we perceive as human is only based on us as a species, you know? Evolution says we were once monkeys, all hairy and wild, yeah? So my question to you would be, if mermaids are real, is their top half something human, or just perceived as human because we're conditioned to think we're the only species that can look that way?" Lifting an amused brow, he doesn't actually expect her to answer, he was basically just taking an idea and adding in some hilarity, voicing what would usually be his strange inner thoughts. They typically didn't make much sense, but something made him feel comfortable enough to voice them anyway, even if it did make her look at him like he'd lost a marble or two.

"Well, I appreciate your sacrifice." Grinning much like a Cheshire cat, he didn't need her to say she was only joking, he could feel it. In all the years he'd been around her, it was quite obvious that she wouldn't still be here if she didn't actually want to be. "Oh, for sure, but it sounds better with my guitar so maybe I'll serenade ya with that next time." Chuckling, he found himself hoping that there would be a next time, exactly like this. Not just a couple hours talking about tattoo designs with a take-out before she left, but staying afterward, having a couple drinks, not watching a movie as they chat into the night. "I am absolutely not," messing with her, even if the mischievous smirk on his lips would say otherwise. "What fool told you that?" He snuffs lightly, shaking his head, amusement clear in his features. He knew he wasn't dumb, but typically, he never held his intelligence above others, he was humble, to say the least, as a good man should be. "Why's there gotta be logic to it?" Tipping his head to the side, he takes a sip from his beer and shrugs. "The world is wide, full of untold stories, history we'll never know about, mysteries we'll never solve... And just because something hasn't been definitively proven doesn't mean it's not true, or real, it only means it's undiscovered." Riley hums, getting just a little bit lost in his own thought process. "I just don't think that this is it, ya know? Can't be. That's too damn depressing." At least, it was in his mind.

She scoffed in short laughter at his Ted Bundy comment, neither verbally agreeing or disagreeing. Yet the amusement set within her eyes was enough to assume which way she swayed. "Nope." she chuckles, "Short and tiny are completely different," was she talking out of her ass? Probably. "I may be tiny but I'm not short." She says in more of a know-it-all tone and yet she was choosing to just mindfuck him. "Why?" she challenged to his buy a pair of platforms, "Want to show me a whole new world?" She quirked her brow, making reference to Aladdin due to the way her mind instantly jumped to that song with the way he phrased his comment. Apparently feeling comfortable enough to not be mindful of the way she was coming across. Though it wasn't exactly surprising with Spiderman and alcohol being on the cards, the only thing that would have cemented it even further was if there was a puzzle thrown into the mix. Emiri enjoyed them. She found after a short moment she was becoming aware of the way her smile seemed to beam that little bit brighter, it's the excitement she could feel that felt foreign in the way she wasn't putting it on. "What?" chuckling she can't help but look at Riley, unable to pull herself away, brows knitting together briefly as she could feel her cheeks getting warmer, "Think you're making that up." That her eyes went a lighter shade of blue - didn't seem possible, right? Yet he stumped her in a way she was now thinking about that; wondering what that even meant. The talk of mermaids being something that pulled her back, "No, I mean... the way we're taught about evolution, they don't make sense." To her. "At least not with a human top half, anyway. If you can change my mind, I might be swayed one day." She chuckles, teasing lightly. "Right?" She agrees, "Maybe in a few hundred years they'll go deeper and we'll be looking on like you mother fuckers."

As he put his hand over his heart, she copied, feigning a small pout, bottom lip coming out just for the dramatics. "Someone's gotta do it." Put up with him. It was funny that her add on to that sentence, something that she only kept to herself was glad it's me. She didn't mind Riley's company and it was something that had become obvious to her since NYE. She didn't know if that was because she knew he needed it, due to shared trauma, or because she found herself being able to just be around him. Perhaps it was both? That was still a working thought. "Smaller on the outside," she nods, repeating his words because usually it was bigger on the inside. "A few times? You can totally sing the theme song, right?" The Big Bang Theory's one, that was. "The only time they'd share anything with us is when we're about a minute away from doomsday." The government. She'd always imagine she'd get an alert on her phone one minute before a nuclear war was about to spread across country and on every reflection, she'd rather not know. "You're messing with me," she chuckles, the mention of skinwalkers being something that just tickled her. "You can't believe that, you're smart." Which was something she had come to learn. "Where's the logic?" She says more to prompt him into telling her, rather than dismissing it altogether.

[cheesus-doodles]

So we know how the boys react if you show your peircing to them, but what if you had a tiny tattoo in a inconspicuous place(usually covered by clothes) and you never told them, just one of them managed to spot it and go “what is that!!?” *glances at small tattoo on inside of ankle*

i hear ya voters, yall seem to quite like me answering older asks, so have one for now! don't worry, I'll still be picking some newer ones as well :)

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Tattoos tattoos tattoos hmmm-

Starting from the Toman founders, I would say that with the exception of Kazutora (and maybe Mikey), the rest of the boys would be rather good at suppressing their emotion when they first notice. Don't want to scare you unnecessarily, since to their (self-proclaimed) expert eyes, especially Draken, Mitsuya and Pah who all have tattoos of their own, its obvious to them that the small dove tattoo decorating your ankle wasn't new, plus the fact that it seemed harmless enough - one first glance, it was highly unlikely that the tiny tattoo of a dove would represent another gang.

Depending on whether they spot it while you were out alone with them or with the gang, Baji, Draken, Mitsuya and Pah would wait till they were alone with you to discreetly ask you about it. Asks you to let them take a good look at it and would actually listen when you tell them when and why you got it - they just want to make sure you won't seeing anyone behind their back, so they wouldn't bother you about it again if it wasn't a serious issue that needs addressing. Would drill you more about where you got the tattoo though, and scold you lightly for not taking more care in making sure it was a reputable shop, but other than that, I don't see them making too big a fuss. These boys do check in once in a while to make sure you don't get an infection.

Kazutora on the other hand has a giant ass tiger tattoo on his neck as well, but its not like he remembers in the moment of panic. Immediately assumes the worst and starts bawling his eyes out in the middle of the street, only for you to find out that he's crying cause you had a tattoo you didn't tell him about before. You can barely make out what he's saying between his whimpering and sniffling, takes you hours to calm him down and give him his cuddles before this baby boy is finally ready to listen to what you have to say, and even so needs constant reassurance that you still liked him and that you won't going to leave.

Mikey is an in-between - it depends on under what circumstance that he discovers you have a tattoo. If you catch him when he is a good mood, i.e. like when he is having a cuddle with you, Mikey's more likely to just boredly ask you to explain yourself, before hmmpfing and going back to doing whatever he was. But if you catch him when he is feeling extra needy and isn't getting what he wants, you can be sure that this boy turns into the biggest baby ever. Throws himself at you, dramatically whining about you doing something without telling him (even if you got it before you ever meant him), that he's super, super hurt, threatening to cry, and insisting the only way you could make it up to him is getting rid of the tattoo. You eventually are able to pacify him with some taiyakis, but Mikey still brings it up to you here and there when he's grumpy about something.

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For Tenjiku on the other hand, its only the Haitani brothers who have any experience with tattoos. But not that Izana cares anyway, instantly flying into a panicked rage at finding the little flower tucked away above your ankle. Doesn't matter where the two of you were, doesn't matter what you were doing, Izana needs to see it immediately. Squats it down and yanks your foot up to have a better look, and you would have tumbled over backwards if not for Kakucho shooting forward to catch you so that his boss can fuss. Izana goes straight into throwing a temper while squinting at the honestly small tattoo you got before meeting him. How dare you not ask him first? How dare you hide this from him?

Starts immediately accusing you of disloyalty to Tenjiku to him, that you must be cheating on him with someone else. When Izana finally lets your foot go and you try to explain yourself, all you got was instead Izana insisting that you either get rid of the tattoo, or get a second tattoo of his choice (you just know its going to be his name he wants tattooed on you).

Stubbornly puffing up his cheeks, crossing his arm and refusing to speak to you when you don't immediately agree to his brilliant idea, and you can only sigh and gently run your hand through his hair while the other Tenjiku executives take turns squatting down to have a look at your tattoo themselves. Kakucho rolling his eyes at the idea that the tattoo of a flower could be related to any gang whatsoever, while Ran and Rindo having giant tattoos of their own immediately identifying that no way yours was a fresh one with how faded it was. Good-naturedly boinks a sulking Izana on the head and tells him that he should at least listen to what you have to say and pout later, which only earns the Haitanis a dirty side-eye before Izana snaps at you to hurry up.

Drills you about every detail until he's satisfied, and even after, Izana still makes you promise to make it up to him for making him upset, to which all the Tenjiku executives unanimously agree that you also owe them for not disclosing it to them earlier.

[gaybananabread]

For the Tickletober requests, maybe 16 for lee Dipper and ler Wendy? (Platonic) Hope you’re doing well and take all the time you need! 💖

Of course! I love this request, and I had fun answering it! I hope you enjoy!

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Lee: Dipper

Ler: Wendy

Ship: None!

Summary: During one on their movie nights, Wendy discovers something more about her best friend.

Warnings:  none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

It was Friday. And Friday always meant a movie night with Wendy. Since they had started to hang out, Dipper had come up with an idea to watch the crappy movies that Gravity Falls offered, together. They would spend hours laughing and poking fun at the films, and just having fun.

This Friday, they had chosen to do a comedy marathon in the Mystery Shack. The two had claimed the TV room, and the others were out working the gift shop. Belive it or not, Stan actually gave them the Friday off. Even though Stan said he did it because Dipper had 'Less friends than a squirrel with a peanut allergy', Dipper knew that he cared about him.

When Wendy arrived, the two raided the kitchen, grabbing popcorn, Pitt Cola, and a bag of Mabel's gummy koalas (don't tell her). They plopped down in front of the TV, flipping it to the Comedy Channel.

The first one was about this man's wife who got turned into a skunk. She had sprayed him, then took a tomato bath together. Both Wendy and him immediately critiqued it, making fun of the robotic voices of the actors, as well as the horrible plot line. It ended with her turning back, and the couple founding a skunk ranch.

The second started out with two animated best friends who lived in a small town. They liked to pull pranks on eachother, each one getting worse until they got out of hand. At one point, the friends had a tickle fight, and Dipper blushed a little. Whenever tickling was even mentioned around him, his cheeks flushed pink.

Wendy looked over at him, watching the blush slowly creep on his face. She put two and two together pretty quickly, wondering how she didn't notice before. Whenever she poked him to get his attention, he would flinch pretty hard. She always thought he was jumpy, but maybe it was more than that.

"Hey dude, are you ticklish?" The question surprised him, making Dipper let out a faint squeak before answering. "W-what? Pshhhh, no, I'm not tciklish! What would make you think that?"  He meant for it to sound confident, but his voice came out nervous and high.

She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe the fact that you got all squirmy and blushy when the tickle scene started?" Dang it, Dipper! Why couldn't he just sit still and watch like a normal person?!

"That doesn't mean anything! How about we watch the movie? Isn't that why we're here?" Wendy rolled her eyes. Could he be any more obvious? "Uh, no way, man. I gotta try this."

With that, Wendy grabbed the brownette's arms, not enough to hurt him, just to restrain, and pinned then above his head. He immediately started to squirm and beg, anticipatory giggles weaving into his words.

"Cohone on, Wendy! This ihisn't fair!" She scoffed. "This is perfectly fair. You lied, now it's time to pay the price." Lightly tapping her fingers on his sides, she thought about where to start. So many options, and so much time to try them! They had at least another hour, though she definitely wouldn't go that long.

Dipper shook his head, pulling down on his arms with little-to-no force. If he was being completely honest, he didn't mind the tickles. It was just the anticipation that was killing him!

"Wohohould you just doho it already?" Wendy looked down at him, taking in the wiggly sight. Dipper's face was red, spreading lighting to his ears. She giggled a bit to herself, but she was being kinda mean. Plus, he looked like he was about to explode from the waiting.

"Okay, okay. Byt remember, you literally asked for it!" She scittered her fingertips across his belly, immediately rewarded with sweet and airy giggles.

"Wehehehendy! Ihihihit- ihihihit tihickles!" He was squirming a bit more than before. She rolled her eyes. "That's kinda the point, dude." The gentle touches had already started to mush his thoughts, which made Wendy want to squish him like a teddy bear.

"Okay man, you have to admit, I just started, and you already look freakin' adorable. It must be your special gift or something." She didn't show this type of affection much, except for around her friends. She reserved her more 'girly' feelings for the people she trusted and loved.

"Nohohot adohorable! Noho teheheasing!" She moved her hands up to his ribs, switching from light touches to kneading. Dipper started to laugh, arching his back a bit. "AHAhahahahA! WeheHEhendyhy! Ohoho MYHYHY GOHOSH!"

The boy bucked his hips as she hit his top ribs, trying to dampen the ticklish shocks running throughout his torso. It did little to help, but he had to try something. Wendy stayed on that spot for a few more seconds, before beginning to move her fingers upward. His laughtrr got louder, along with his begging.

"WEHEHEndhy nohoHOho! NAHAT thehe PIHIHITS!" She stopped right before the base of said spot, swirling her fingers teasingly. Dipper giggled frantically, trying to throw her off of the spot, but just managing to give her more access to it.

"You ready?" He shook his head wildly, steams of 'no's and 'please don't's pouring out. Even though he said he wasn't having fun, she could see the giddy  excitement in his eyes. He wanted this, and she was more than happy to give it to him.

"Go!" She dug into the hollows of his pits, and he screeched,  before pulling and tugging at his arms, thrashing around like crazy. His laughter was borderline hysterical: happy, fast, and loud. This was obviously his death spot.

"Wohow, you are REALLY ticklish, dude." Wendy's little comments weren't making things any better. "IHIHIHIHI *snort* CAHAHAHAN'T! NOHAHAHAHAHO!" Wendy stopped, staring at him in playful amazement. "No way! You snort? That's so freakin' cute!"

The blushy boy tried to catch his breath, groaning and trying to hide his head in his shoulder. Wendy would definitely stop soon, she just wanted to try one more spot.

"You got enough air to not die?" Dipper groaned, making her laugh. "I'll take that as a yes." She put her hand on his neck, and he shrugged up his shoulders, letting a small stream of giggly 'no's spill from his lips. But Wendy didn't resume the tickling.

"Hey, Dipper, are you sure you're cool with this? I'll stop if you want me to." Said boy turned his head forwards, looking at Wendy. "Ihi, um-uggghhh. I don't- don't really mihind it. Youhu can- uh, you know."

He was avoiding her eyes, looking all around the room, blushing so hard, he matched the color of Stan's fuz from the neck up. She beamed at him, happy at the trust he showed in telling her that.

"You got it. One round of neck tickles comin' right up!" She let go of his wrists and used both her hands to scribble down his neck. He was thrown into hiccup-filled giggles, and practically melted into the touch. Wendy actually cooed at the sight.

"Ehehehehehehe! *hic* Whehehendy!" He lightly batted at her hands, scrunching up his shoulders, but overall just enjoying it. True, he was still Mega embarrassed, but Wendy was nice and understanding. It made things so much better and so much worse all at the same time.

She experimentally scratched at the shell of his ear, eliciting a squeak from the boy. Now craving the awesome sound, she focused mainly on his ears. For two whole minutes, Dipper Pines was a human squeaky toy.

Deciding that was enough, she went from scratching to rubbing his ears, trying to calm the tickly shocks running through them. Thirty seconds later, and he had gotten the last of his giggles out. He sat up, face still blazing. "Th-thanks Wendy. That was fun."

She playfully elbowed him. "Anytime, nerd. You really are super cute when you laugh like that. Try doing it more often." He shrugged, and ater a water break,, the two went out into the gift shop to greet the others.

"Hey kids. Sounded like you and Dipper had fun." In seconds, his face was back to red. Mable, Stan, and Wendy all laughed, Dipper joining in at the last minute. "Hey, next time you do it, invite me! I know all sorts of fun tickle-spots on this dork!" Mable punched her brother's arm, and he shot her a non-threatening glare.

"Yeah, no thanks. I'd rather just have a snack and go to sleep." Stan passed his some crackers and cheese, while Wendy grabbed her things. After she had pulled her boots on, she walked over to Dipper, rustling his hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow for work. Maybe next Friday, I can try some of those secret-sister-spots Mable was talking about." With that, the red-head walked out the door, leaving a blushy Dipper and two smirking relatives behind her.

[shepherds-of-haven]

I hope you are staying safe and healthy and happy. :D I love Shepherds. Seriously. ❤️

So, I came across a situation in a book that made me wonder what our ROs would do in a similar situation.

Everyone *Exploring a dungeon*

Romanced MC. *Stuck in a room alone, unable to move.

RO: * appears in a doorway way above them on the wall"

MC: "Don't come in here, it's a trap! I'm not sure how to get out of it. My feet are stuck and water's slowly filling the room."

It doesn't have to be that exact scenario, just MC is stuck in an obvious trap and says don't come in here! Who does what?

Which RO listens to them, who dives in to join them anyway and is also trapped lol, who rescues them without entering the trapped room? (I'm sure they'd all help, just curious about their version of help.)

That's a big ask so if too big, I'm mainly interested in the male ROs. Thank you Lena!

Hi there anon, thanks for the fun ask! I'm inclined to say that most of the Shepherds are competent and seasoned enough to be able to get MC out of the trap without unduly endangering themselves--they get trained not to give into panic and to try to think through things logically, so the boring answer is that most of them probably wouldn't automatically dive in unless the solution to the trap required it! Here's how it would play out...

Blade: wouldn't dive into the room and would search for a way to stop it, growing increasingly more frenzied and frantic as the danger increased, but not giving up until a solution was found

Trouble: his first instinct might be to dive in, but he knows that he's a bigger help to MC outside of the room rather than inside it, especially if the water is rising slowly. So for like 30 seconds his animal hindbrain might be like "GO TO MC. IF THEY DIE, YOU DIE" but then the logical part would kick in and he would resist the urge! However, if there are other people with him, he might be the one to dive in after MC while the others try to search for a solution, depending on who's with him and how forcefully they're restraining him

Tallys: would try to remain calm and search for a way to free MC outside of the room while calling out to them and making sure she can still communicate with them. If she's with a group, she might stay near MC to comfort them/communicate what's happening to everyone else while everyone else searched for the answer, or she might not, depending on how much she trusts the competence of the others!

Shery: she's probably one of the few who would stay with MC no matter what, not really being trained for these types of scenarios and giving in to her fear and panic. I don't know if she'd dive in to the room, but she absolutely would remain as close as she could to MC and try to help them free themselves! She'd want to dive in, but she knows they'd then have to worry about her and how she's doing, so she wouldn't strictly to not be a distraction!

Riel: he absolutely would not dive in unless the situation required it: he can figure this out and talks to MC extremely calmly and clearly, telling them exactly what's going to happen and how they can wait while he searches for a way to free them!

Chase: in a group, he'd dive in if there was a scenario like MC was pregnant or things were looking really hopeless; otherwise, he'd probably hold himself back in case the others need his skills to free MC (like what if the lever to stop the trap was behind a door that they needed to lockpick in time?). So in most cases, he'd have to grit his teeth wrench himself away, but he'd be very agitated about it in the moment! He'd probably play it off all casually and light-hearted after the fact, though!

Red: he usually operates according to logic, so he most likely wouldn't dive in and would use that great brain of his to find a solution to the trap. Afterwards, though, he'd sag with relief and mutter about how his life just got shortened by a few years and act really dramatic and

Ayla: I'd give it 75% that she dives in, especially in the drowning scenario, which turns that into a 100% scenario, since she could use her Wind-Magic to keep them alive pretty much indefinitely while the others searched for a solution! In other types of traps, she'd still probably dive in because she knows she's not the best with like figuring out traps and would rather be with MC in case they need her!

Briony: she also most likely dives in just because she couldn't bear it if MC got hurt or died and she wasn't there with them, and her magic would likely be useful in protecting them while they waited for the others to find a solution. She's one of the few who's just like "okay well if this is it I'd rather be with you than apart from you!" so it's a high chance that she dives in!

Lavinet: she most likely stays outside of the room because she knows she's a bigger help to MC outside rather than inside. She'd stay strong throughout the ordeal, but afterwards she'd likely have a private cry because having to leave MC to find some way of deactivating the trap would be a huge emotional strain on her!

[putschki1969]

What do you think can happen if let's say Wakana exit Space Craft? I want to see Wakana appear on YK events, but I have doubts about their relation. Maybe you have more insights about Wakana and YK's relationship. From my amateur observation I see that YK doesn't follow Wakana on Twitter, so I think they are not on good terms. The thing is, YK follows people like Lisa, Aimer, Junna etc who she just recently work with. She doesn't follow Wakana who she had been working since forever, why is that?

Hello there anon! I am afraid you've hit a sore spot with your ask...I really don't mean to come off as rude but I am so tired of these specific questions. Why is it that I keep getting them on a regular basis? Have you all been living under a freaking rock for the past five years? Are you on my blog for the first time? Is no one bothering to check out my extensive coverage of this topic? Don't get me wrong, I am always happy to answer questions and to help fellow fans out but I'd appreciate it if people actually invested some time to do a tiny bit of research. I've talked ad nauseam about the whole situation with Space Craft/Wakana vs. YK so there is more than enough reading material to satisfy your curiosity. For example, you can go HERE, HERE and HERE to check out my most recent posts about it.

I will still try to give you an overview〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, it all boils down to Japanese society being very non-confrontational. Instead of dealing with conflicts like sensible adults, issues are simply swept under the rug and everyone just pretends they do not exist. It’s all about keeping up appearances and not losing face. The fragile sensibilities of old men with outdated mindsets are put above everything else because those men continue to hold power and make decisions in Japan. The infamous herd-mentality forces everyone else involved to just ignore common sense and roll with it.

Basically, this all started with a bunch of old dudes in Space Craft’s management being butt-hurt about stupid stuff. One of those old guys (Yasunori Mori - who happened to be in charge of YK’s and Kalafina’s management) decided to abandon the agency and out of loyalty, YK left with him to join him at his new agency. The rest is history as they say. You have to take into account that lifetime loyalty is still very much a common thing in Japan. So when people decide to leave, it can easily be seen as a form of treachery, especially if it isn’t a consensual agreement. We don’t know any of the details of course but it is obvious that some sort of incident has resulted in a rift between Space Craft and Mori/YK.

Seeing as Wakana is still signed up with Space Craft, it would be beyond improper for her to publicly associate with anyone from the YK family and vice versa. I would assume there is some sort of non-interaction clause in Wakana’s contract, or at the very least, some unwritten rule to not openly engage with any of them. I know from an outsider’s point of view, this might come across as grade-school level pettiness but this is literally the reality in Japan. As I said, it’s all about not losing face and protecting fragile sensibilities. For this exact reason, it was possible for Haruna Luna to publicly attend YKs live as soon as her departure from Space Craft had been announced.

Now, we must not conflate public displays with actual relationships. What is being presented to us via official channels is merely a contrived act to keep up appearances. None of this reflects how Wakana and the YK family really feel about each other. It’s true, they don’t follow each other on social media accounts, they don’t openly support each other, there are no pictures of them together, etc...But if you follow any of them closely or just check my blog on a regular basis, you will realise that you can’t just take everything at face value. You have to pay attention to their less official interviews, posts and appearances! You will quickly notice that they still refer to each other with fondness and respect. There is no doubt in my mind that when Wakana finally decides to leave Space Craft behind, she would be welcomed back with open arms into the YK family. Not that she would actually have to be “welcomed back” because let’s be real here, in everyone’s mind she is most definitely still considered an important member. But you know, as far as public appearance is concerned, it would seem like Wakana was the lost daughter returning. On a side note, YK has made no secret of the fact that Wakana has always been one of her biggest muses so I am sure she would be thrilled to work with her again (in whatever capacity).

I hope this shed some light on the matter. I would encourage you and everyone else to read up on my other posts about this. Most of them can be found under the following tags: #reply, #yuki kajiura and #space craft; You will have to browse through quite a lot of stuff but I think it will help you get a better understanding of the situation.

[bbq-hawks-wings]

Chapter 316: BBQ is capable of critiquing BNHA and… Oh boy.

Let's start this off properly, Horikoshi's typical quality of writing has been diminishing in recent chapters, but this week it was so different that it didn't even feel like Horikoshi was the one who wrote it.

To be clear, I'm not blaming Horikoshi for the issues I'm about to bring up. The man is criminally overworked, usually doesn't even get the final say in what makes it in the final drafts, and even in his other rough patches he's still produced decent chapters that hold up amongst the grand scheme of things. This feels like something else is going on behind the scenes, and while I have my suspicions on who/what might be the culprit behind it, I choose not to share it at this time because if I name names some people might go off on a crusade, and that's not what I want.

I just want to be clear that I'm not blindly firing off shots in the dark, but despite my frustrations I want to wait to see if this gets resolved down the line, and while I do I can complain about the specific reasons this chapter left such a bitter taste in my mouth.

Buckle up, buttercups, because we got a lot of points to cover.

Where's the Gun?

Not a literal gun, but I mean Chekhov's Gun. It has always been a staple of Horikoshi's writing and the reason so many of his long-standing plot lines have paid off so well.

Chekhov's Gun is a writing principal that if you see a gun on the table in the first act of a play, it will be used in the murder that happens in act 2. Basically, the author should include details that are relevant to the story and not betray the audience by leading them in one direction and at the last minute pull the rug out from underneath them to go in another direction.

Horikoshi has done this to phenomenal success in the past. Just as one example, he dropped hints about Nomu being human experiments early in the series but held off explicitly stating it for a while. He hinted at the loss of Shirakumo in the main narrative and that he was important to Aizawa and Mic as well as approved it for Vigilantes so when it was revealed that Kurogiri was Shirakumo's body, not only did it narratively make sense but it also pulled in Eraserhead and Present Mic's emotional stakes into the battle with the Doctor, and then when Ujiko reveals he was after Aizawa's quirk the whole time it made the payoff for Mic punching him in the face all that much better and brings the weight of his crimes and the impact they have on the victims full circle.

That's 3 different guns paying off in the long run: the Nomu, Shirakumo, and both Mic and Eraserheads' personal arcs past the loss of their childhood friend and that they could finally finish processing their grief and avenge him in full righteous fury instead of chalking it all up to cruel chance.

He has left details, some particularly innocuously, in plot lines like the Touya Todoroki reveal, Hawks' backstory, Shigaraki's blood connection to Nana Shimura, even with Mr. Compress's backstory, and more. When re-read, these details become more obvious and usually leaves us with a greater sense of satisfaction in the plot knowing that twists and turns were not only planned, but built up to and hinted at for us to find so the payoff is that much better and it feels purposeful instead of just shock factor.

None of that happened this chapter.

Lady Nagant has zero business being in this plotline. She was never hinted about before this arc, and her existence does nothing to tell us about the plot moving forward or the world that they're trying to change. Nothing her existence provides actually has any bearing on the universe or tells us anything we don't already know. But that's not how she was presented.

In the beginning we're given a glimpse of her helping Overhaul escape from Tartarus. The focus on her was odd enough to begin with as a new character, and the fact that she didn't look like she fit the profile of someone who belonged in Tartarus was like a flashing neon sign saying, "Pay attention! This new character is important!!!" She then shows up later with Overhaul in hand to attack Deku out of the blue. We get her talking about how she thought Overhaul might be useful and her disillusions with Hero Society. We catch her mannerisms with eery similarity to Hawks only to find out immediately after she was a senior colleague in the HPSC. Never once to my knowledge has Hawks referred to any of his senior colleagues as a "senpai" - not even his fellow heroes - and when he catches her in midair, he uses the words, "Don't die on me, senpai!" as if she's near and dear to his heart.

The entire character arc is set up for her to have known about Hawks and grapple with her desire to help people and her fear of re-creating what she hated, and this also set up Hawks to be the successor who succeeded where she failed and helped bring her to a place where she could be a hero without guilt again. What actually happened?

They're strangers.

They have never actually met before, and while he seems to know a lot about her, she doesn't even seem to have any idea of who he was - at least as far as being another hero under the thumb of the HPSC. So ALLLL that setup, all that gesturing, and all of the potential themes that would be right at home in an arc like this goes completely out the window.

Her story doesn't tell us anything new. The HPSC bad. We knew that. They're not above throwing innocents under the bus to achieve that goal. We knew that. They preyed upon young hopefuls with powerful quirks with the intent to maintain the status quo. We knew that even if the fact that Hawks isn't the only one now makes more questions than answers. We know that these young heroes can never say no under threat of steep, life-shattering consequences. We knew that already.

So what does Lady Nagant even bring to the table?! The entire "you're just a puppet doing what you've been told" angle is a little tired and out of place in this point and time with actual anarchy in the streets (not to mention hypocritical considering she was a blind puppet following orders and offers zero actual solutions that supposedly fall in line with her heroic nature), and it could have been left to any number of other villain characters who could have executed on the theme better - you know, like Shigaraki who's justification this entire time has been, "hero society doesn't make people safe, it just makes them feel safe" from the moment of his inception.

So from that angle she's unnecessary.

Her presence messes with the continuity of the series as well. If Hawks is supposed to explicitly replace her, that would mean that he wasn't just a fluke find on the commission's part and grabbed to mold into their own special superweapon; and that also would mean that her killing of the former president was before he was discovered which should put her at least in her forties. If this isn't the case, and he was meant to simply replace her in a "special agent" case, that still begs the question of how many more gifted children the commission preyed upon and are still out there.

And maybe the worst kicker for me is that something stinks. The way the art in this chapter is presented, if you completely blanked out the speech bubbles, is the same setup I had before - Hawks reaches out to his former mentor and pulls her from the brink of despair with a moving message about why he never gave up hope in being a hero who could actually make a difference.

Again, this is not what we got. He claims he knows her, and it's implied to have been a deep, personal character witness; but at best he only knows about her from secondhand sources. Even his reasoning as to how he never lost hope doesn't vibe with his character.

We have gotten so many cool one-liners for Hawks, but there has always been a consistent tone and imagery with them.

"Those who can fly, should."

"I don't belong in a cage."

"I'm free of my shackles."

"Can I be a shining light, just like him?"

What we got was, "I'm an optimist to a fault" which was the wording the official release went with and was by far the best iteration I have seen, but even this falls short of being truly in character for him and answering her question properly.

@mikeana made an edit of the titular panels for us Hawks stans this week with dialogue we and a few other friends felt was more fitting not only with the imagery of the chapter itself but internally consistent with the specific expressions Hawks uses in his heartfelt, personal dialogue. I just tweaked it a little bit more to fit what I was going for in our original conversation.

Which brings me to another concern.

2. What's the point?

There was no use for Nagant in the series as she's been presented so far. But more than that, Hawks has no business in this fight to begin with. He literally did nothing to earn this emotional moment, and this should have been Deku's moment.

We were teased in an interview with Horikoshi that Hawks was going to get a special moment as an important end-game character as a "shining light" of hope for others to follow as well as promises for Ochako to have another moment in the spotlight to make a difference.

If this was Hawks' shining light moment, it wasn't necessary, and it does nothing to move the plot forward or develop characters in any true or believable way. It just happened because plot. This should have been Deku's victory through and through, and even he is the reason BOTH Hawks and Nagant made it out alive instead of painting the street below them.

Deku's victory was stolen from him, too. It sours the other promises made to us about other characters moving forward, as well, if this really was Hawks' "Shining Light" moment.

By the way, did you forget about Overhaul? Me too!!! What was the point of getting our hopes up about reintroducing this beloved character with the implications this was a major arc setup to have him scream about pops and then get detained with no clues about what's going to happen to him besides, "Say you're sorry to Eri, and you get to see pops"?!

All this posturing and clumsy narrative flailing only actually succeeded in getting Deku in front of AFO again for plot when we already know Mr. Potato Head could summon, show himself to, or find Deku at any time he wanted. But instead we get this time skip with a bunch of heroes completely mended walking into a big, spooky mansion for AFO to evil monologue at Deku for… *counts*

FOUR PAGES!!!

Only to then give him the "I want YOU!" point over a pre-recorded message and the final nail in the coffin to me that something is off.

3. Ex-pu-LOOOO-SHUN!

It's become almost a game among friends to count how many explosions have happened since the end of the war arc - and specifically fake-out explosions. In the end of 311 we get All Might's car attacked via explosion and Deku cornered by Nagant only for All Might to be fine in the next chapter. In 315 Lady Nagant herself explodes in a blaze of glory to once again not be dead.

Gee! I wOnDeR if aLl the heroes were AcTuAlLy cornered and KiLlEd in that explosion in the mansion!

None of us do. They're fine. We're going to see it first thing next week. The shock has worn off, and it's repetitive and annoying at this point. There is no cliffhanger despite how the framing might try to tell you otherwise.

It's BAD WRITING.

The writing has been moving far too quickly and clumsily with no explanation in sight, and even character interactions are being cut short to the point of them being meaningless and empty.

This doesn't even feel like Horikoshi's bad writing. It feels like someone else is trying to call the shots and rushing him through these final bits of the series, and he's run out of things he's previously set up for months and months to reappear so someone is trying to get Dabi-reveal levels of attention with arcs and storylines that don't have the build-up to result in a satisfactory payoff.

4. At least it can get better... I hope.

Maybe those who share my suspicions or know what particular suspicions I have are with me in believing that this is a temporary disappointment and we haven't seen the last of the writing that's captivated me for years. I don't blame Horikoshi for these glaring faults that all came to a head in this chapter.

It CAN get better later, and I think it WILL- we just probably are going to have to wait for it. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the Hawks panels we got, maybe edit the last few chapters to be more in line with something more like the BNHA I know in a "fix it fic" fashion so I don't groan in anticipation of how long it might take us to get there.

See you all next week, hopefully on a much brighter note.

[dancingazaleas]

𖨆. 08 / all for us

summary: levi decides to walk you through his garden on a rainy day. you didn’t think that you’d end up having another antagonist though.

note: oh my god, i am deeply sorry that this took such a long time. i’ve been way too busy to actually sit down and get into the mindset of this book. i’m so sorry.

word count: +2.4k

taglist: @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @the-sun-baby @uniquepickle @ascybous @messyhairday-me @stupid-stinky @saturnalya @megumitodoroki @kouyume @quacksonlover81 @gipumaur @morgana-olson @yourodangoatama

warnings/notes: cursing, creepy gestures, fluff, slight confusion, unedited, let me know if i missed anything

RAINDROPS pelted against the glass of the window gently, the sound echoing throughout the quiet room that is your bedroom.

today, levi had decided he would just spend his time with you in the comfort of your own room, holding you in his arms while he lazed the day away.

you, on the other hand, were having none of it. and by none of it, i mean cuddling. it wasn't that you didn't want to cuddle with levi, in fact, you enjoyed a lot! but, the rain outside your window was far more important in your eyes.

there was nothing exactly specific about the rain that entrapped your attention, just that it had been so long since you'd been in it. so long since you've been outside even.

but you'd never ask to go outside, the answer was already plastered onto an invisible wall inside of your head. so instead, you'd just look whenever you would get the chance.

and it didn't go unnoticed, it was actually quite obvious. you didn't care however, it's not as if erwin or levi were going to change their mind, so why worry at all?

but seeing the way your eyes sparkle at the sight of the rain gather in puddles outside, levi felt himself being convinced.

he huffs annoyedly, he just wanted to spend the day in your arms until erwin was home. he wishes it didn't rain. but even so, he begrudgingly gets to his feet and trudges to you. you look at him with a smile, hand reaching up to point at something that only you could probably see.

"we're gonna go outside for a bit, sick of watching your desperate face," he puts his hands in his pockets while staring at your widened eyes.

you stare at him for a minute, slightly creeping him out, before you even really react. you swing your arms around his neck and thank him profusely, a wide smile spread from ear to ear whenever you pull away from him.

"you're not going out in your nightgown though," he points to the silk white nightgown that ends at your bruised knees.

you follow behind him happily whenever he walks into your closet, shuffling through the different clothes he's bought you.

"you're not wearing light colors, it's too muddy outside, and if you were to get stains on you, they'd ruined beyond repair," he mutters, grabbing a black button up with bishop sleeves.

he hands it to you, gently taking your hand to lead you out of the closet and towards your dresser than held your clothes. he settles on a forest green skirt that ends just a few inches above your ankles, and then he grabs a bra for you.

"strip," you don't complain, only heat up and oblige.

his back is turned whenever he flings a black bra at you, obviously avoiding the sight of your body to help you maintain your decency. even if he did bathe you sometimes.

you hurriedly slip the bra on and levi finally decides to look at you again. he helps you button up your shirt along with the cuffs, nagging at you quietly as a husband would do for their wife. he lets you step inside the skirt on your own, which has you coming to the realization that there are built in pants that separate the air from your panties.

levi scoffs at your untucked shirt, tucking it into your skirt with fondness dripping from him. he sits you onto the stool of your vanity, which no longer has a mirror, and sighs. he picked up a brush, running it carefully through your hair to avoid any tangles that would tug at your head.

when he feels you're decent enough, he holds a cold hand out for you to take into his own. you accept it with glee, skipping behind him when he guides you through his estate and to the back door that leads to his garden.

"i need you all to clean up that table in the center. put those big umbrellas under it and dry it off with towels. then leave towels by the umbrella so i can wipe it down if it gets wet again. make us a light lunch, nothing too big but definitely not small. (name) and i are going to walk around the garden together until you all are finished or until we're ready to eat," levi's so quick with his words that it has you reeling with confusion, but his workers seem just fine with his speed and are already starting to complete the task given to them.

he holds a smaller umbrella in one hand and your hand in the other, opening it above the two of you as you step outside the door. your shoes click against the stone walkway just as thunder booms in the sky. you flinch and chuckle, pulling your hand away from levi to link arms with him.

he guides you along the garden, only explaining certain things if you had questions. the silence mixed with the light pitter patter of the rain soothes him, heavy eyes fluttering sleepily.

he's immediately awake whenever you squeal excitedly.

there was a marble statue of the goddess, themis. her scales were elegantly balanced between her fingers while her blindfold hung loosely around her eyes, other hand on the hilt of her sword that pointed to the ground.

"that was a reward for erwin at his office. i make sure to clean it myself every once and a while," you look to him, admiration mixed with confusion displayed on your face as you contemplated the meanings behind not only the goddess, but her statue as well.

you decide to keep quiet, slightly tugging levi to come closer to the statue so you can examine it more closely.

your eyes are shining whenever levi looks at you, and he feels like you're the sunshine in the midst of this pouring rain.

he looks down at his shoes silently, brushing away his cheesy and sappy thoughts. he feels stupid. not once had he felt this way towards anyone besides tall blonde men with blue eyes, but now he was feeling this way towards a woman. to say he was confused was only scratching at the surface.

he knew he'd liked you when he met you. you were quick witted, outgoing, and kind-hearted, not to mention gorgeous. but it's not like he wasn't sexually attracted to women at the time, he definitely was. he had never just felt romantically for women, not once in the entirety of his pitiful life.

but you're so docile and levi likes that. he not only likes it, he cherishes it.

for now, he'll entertain the thought that he might be bisexual, pansexual, whatever title makes him feel comfortable. if he can fall for you, then there's a chance he can fall for other girls.

levi hasn't even realized he's zoned out until you whine at him. you're lightly tugging on his hand to venture further into the garden, and levi's heart swells. you had an opportunity to leave, whether you even knew it or not, yet you chose to stay and wait for him. you had even snapped him out of it.

he lets out a huff before he stares to guide you around the garden again. he can't wait to take a nap after this.

"are you ready to eat yet," he grumbles, tugging on your hand to get you to stop walking.

"is there anything else left to see?"

"nothing that will look good in this weather," he scoffs.

"then, yes, i'm ready," and with that, he's leading you to the table his workers had been ordered to set up.

when you two arrive, you realize that the table was sat under a white hexagonal kiosko that had vines and flowers wrapping around the support beams. the table was covered from the rain, confusion clacking your brain at why levi asked for a big umbrella.

he seems pleased at seeing the table though.

"how long did it take for petra to realize," levi asks whenever he helps you sit down.

"not very long," the man said, and you recognize him from that day in bath with erwin.

you stiffen at the eye contact, looking down at the table and the empty plates that sit upon them. you feel his stare linger on you and your body, specifically your curves that were hidden underneath the button up shirt levi put on you. this kid gave you the creeps.

"i'll be back with the food," he says and walks behind your chair, fingers brushing against the back of your neck.

you swallow down your disgust, looking to levi to start a conversation.

"levi, wh... what's that boy's name?"

eyebrow raised, he responds, "his name's archie. why do you ask?"

"no reason. i think i've seen him around the house before," you shrug and idly play with the silverware on the table.

levi doesn't believe you, but the day has been too good for him to ruin now. you both talk sparingly while waiting for archie to come back, mostly talking about the new tv show you got levi to start watching and what he thinks about it.

the two of you turn your heads when you hear the sound of footsteps. you see erwin with archie following behind him with a tray of three plates, erwin holding an umbrella over the two of them. a soft smile sets on levi's face when he sees him.

"what are you doing home," you smile whenever he steps under the roof of the kiosko closes the umbrella.

"i was thinking of you two all day. it got so bad that i called a client by your guys' names," he chuckles, leaning down to give you a kiss on your head.

he does the same to levi while you giggle at his sentence. he sits down in an unoccupied chair, hand laying itself on your thigh.

"you can't just keep taking off, erwin," despite the slightly bitter sentence, levi's face is content.

archie places the plates in front of erwin and levi in silence, then to you. his arm brushes your own, and you can't help but get that weird feeling in your tummy again.

"thank you," you say to him quietly, flipping the fork between your fingers.

he just hums in response and walk away from the three of you again, sly smirk on his face. you ignore him, starting to eat the grilled chicken salad with slight confusion.

it had been over three months since you'd even had a fork in your hands. the feeling felt foreign and it felt as if all memory of how to eat with a fork washed away. the realization made your stomach ache, a dreadful look in your eyes spreading across your body. you swallowed down the huge ball that brews in your throat, hands trembling.

erwin and levi stare with pride swelling in their chests while tears swell in your eyes.

since when had you become so dependent? were you not just taking care of pieck and her cat when she was sick months ago?

you take a deep breath, adjusting the fork to make it comfortable in your hand. you try your best to eat with loose muscles, but the stiffness in your bones have practically turned you into wood.

erwin turns to you, sickeningly sweet smile on his face, taking the fork out of your hand and gathering food for you. he feeds you, just as he has done before, fingers gently touching your jaw as if he guided your chewing.

a warmth fills the ball in your chest, and deep down inside it makes you sick. you chew slowly and listen to levi and erwin's conversation, which consists of erwin's workday and how you've refused to cuddle with levi this morning.

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you lay on the living room couch with your head in erwin's lap and feet in levi's. a crime documentary plays on the television, something erwin seemed excited about. he looked too cute to deny.

erwin's fingers run through the locks of your hair lovingly, only ever pulling them out if they start to tangle. levi's watching the documentary with a bored look on his face, thumb rubbing random patterns into your ankle. you're not exactly paying attention to the documentary, only zoning in whenever erwin points something out or whenever levi lets out a scoff.

you start to sit up and stretch, the urge of going to the bathroom taking over you.

you feel embarrassed whenever you ask, "can i go to the bathroom?"

"yeah, just go to the one in your quarters," levi's answer is immediate. he really must not like the documentary.

you pad over to the bathroom, listening to the pitter pattering of your bare feet against the dark hardwood floor. you walk into the opened door of your quarter, yawning obnoxiously and throwing your arms into the air. maybe you should've cuddled with levi this morning.

you go to the bathroom quickly, the thundering of the sky making you nervous. it would've been different if levi or erwin were with you.

you start to walk back to the living room, eyes focused on the flickering light that illuminates the large hallway. a particular loud clash of lightning and clap of thunder has you jumping into the air, house barely rumbling.

your body crashes into a chest, which you immediately grab onto, instinctively. you start to apologize to the person, obviously thinking that it was erwin judging by the height and broadness of the chest.

but when you look up, you're looking at the emerald green eyes that belong to archie. your words get caught in your throat and you feel yourself pale.

"i-i'm sorry," you stutter, immediately backing away only to come to the realization that you're already a few feet from the door to go back into the living room.

if you crashed into him, that means he was walking towards you. but the only thing ahead of the two of you would be—

would be your room.

dread drenches you, head to toe, sweat forming on your forehead as the room starts to feel a little bit fuzzy.

"wh-why were you in my room," you struggle to even get the first syllable out.

"levi wanted me to check for something in there," he shrugs nonchalantly, but you're not convinced.

you smile shakily and nod, rushing to the living room to get away from him. you try to think positive even after all the staring and subtle touches.

but it still leaves a pit in your stomach.

[blueeyedheizer]

avoid - michael gray

WARNINGS: mentions of death, pregnancy

A/N: not sure if I like this or not lol, also it's not really proofread (actually yes i've proofread it about 50 times but my brain is barely functioning sksjdjdb) aaaand I still don't know how to end my fics

•••

You felt like you were living with a ticking time bomb waiting to blow off. You weren't sure what had caused Michael to be so cold and distant with you today but you knew that if it had anything to do with work, it was better to let him deal with it on his own. He had never been violent towards you —and you knew he would never be— but the idea of him raising his voice at you still made you nervous.

It all started this morning when he got up at about 5 to answer a call and didn't get back to bed after that. Instead he got dressed and left without a word, leaving you alone until he came back in the afternoon. You had figured Tommy must have needed him to take care of something important, but as the day went by and he was still in a mood it was getting clear that it had nothing to do with business.

"My mom wants to pay us a visit next week." you speak hesitantly as Michael walks through the door. He quickly walks past you, whispering a small "alright" on his way.

"She said she has a surprise for us. Probably has to do with the baby." you try to smile but he avoids your gaze. He only nods before grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and leaving the room silently. Your watch him walk away with concern, the worst thoughts starting to occupy your mind.

Was he seeing someone else? Was he planning on breaking up with you?

You glanced down at your growing bump and shook your head before going back to the dishes, trying not to overthink the situation.

But soon enough, you grew tired of the deafening silence in the house and the lack of company. Michael was definitely avoiding you, staying in his office while you sat alone in the living room, trying to read a book to ease your nerves. With a sigh you closed your book and placed it on the couch next to you before making your way over to your husband's office, determined to get answers.

You didn't even bother to knock before bursting in, causing Michael's head to shoot up and his hand to instinctively reach for the drawer where his gun was safely tucked. He relaxed and leaned back on his chair when he saw you then ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily.

"What is it, Y/N?"

"What is it?" you scoff. "You've been avoiding me all day, I want to know why." you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the doorframe as you waited for an answer.

"I'm not avoiding you." he spoke lowly, as if already annoyed by your presence.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you locked in your office on a sunday, not bothering to speak to me and brushing me off like I'm some stranger you don't want to cross path with?" he doesn't answer and keeps sifting through his papers and writing things down. "Michael, Im talking to you!" you raised your voice.

"Fucking hell Y/N, just leave me alone! You’ve been here all day trying to get me to talk when I clearly don't fucking want to talk to you! You really can't take a hint, can you? Just get the fuck out of here!” he suddenly yells as his first collides with the desk, making you flinch. Your body tenses and the room fills with a heavy silence as you stare at each other, his eyes hard and cold while your own fill with tears, trying hard not to let them slip. You were already a pretty emotional person, but your pregnancy made it all worse so it was obvious you'd start tearing up at the slightest confrontation. After a moment he rips his gaze away from yours and you open your mouth before closing it again. Your heart is beating fast in your chest and you can almost feel a wave of nausea.

"I'm just trying to help, Michael." you murmur, voice shaking.

"Well I don't need your help!"

After a few seconds you walk out of the room, closing the door behind you and allowing yourself to sob.

You hear a few muffled curse words coming from the office as you make your way back into the living room, soon followed by the sound of the door opening.

"Fuck, Y/N, wait!" Michael suddenly calls out, storming out of the room and running after you. Before you knew it his arms are wrapped around your waist from behind, his thumb tracing circles over your belly as he holds you close. You don't try to push him away but you sob into your hands in shame of not being able to control yourself around him, your hormones getting the best of you.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. Fuck, I didn't mean any of this." he spoke softly, in complete contrast with his previous outburst. He holds you and waits for your sobs to die down, occasionally pressing kisses on your cheeks and neck while his hand rubs your belly in a soothing manner. "I'm sorry, love. I love you so much." he chokes on his words as tears escape his eyes as well.

You try to focus on your breathing and control your sobs as you wipe your tears, holding your arms close to yourself while looking down.

"We're having a baby, Michael." you remind him. "You can't keep everything to yourself and just let me sit and watch when you're going through something. You can't just avoid me like the fucking plague whenever you're upset. Not anymore." you manage to say, a few hiccups cutting you mid-sentence as you speak.

"I know baby. I'm so sorry." Michael takes a deep breath before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. He's silent for a few more seconds, swinging you back and forth in his arms and letting you calm down before speaking up.

"My foster mom died." he finally admits softly. His arms tighten around you, refusing to let you go in fear that you would leave. Your eyes soften and you reach to rest a hand on his cheek, leaning up to press a small kiss to his jaw.

"I'm sorry." you say softly.

"I shouldn't have left her like I did. I abandoned her when I met the Shelbys and," he sighs. "I don't know. I shouldn't have cut all ties with my foster family so suddenly. Now it's too late and the woman who raised me for most of my life will never get to see my daughter." you stay silent for a moment, trying to think of an answer.

"She knew you loved her. And she also knew the life you had with her was not the life you were meant to live. You were raised as Henry, but deep down you've always been Michael. I'm sure she never blamed you for leaving." you say and he nods. You eventually let go of his embrace and turn around to wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him as properly as you can with your 5 months pregnant belly getting on the way. You both stay silent for a moment, his hand running through your hair soothingly.

"I really wish you'd told me sooner."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I really am. I know stress is bad for the baby and I didn't want you to worry about me but I ended up doing the exact opposite." you pulled back and kissed him softly, reaching up to wipe a tear from his cheek.

"It's alright. Just promise me you won't keep these kind of things to yourself anymore. I lost my father too, you know. I know what it's like to lose someone you love." Michael nods before kissing you again, letting it linger for a moment before pecking your lips again.

You look up at him with a smile before pulling away to rest your hands on your belly, looking down at your clothed skin which grew more and more with each day.

"She's been kicking a lot lately." you smile.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm." you nod and watch as he gets down on one knee, lifting your shirt up and kissing your growing skin as your hands rest on your hips. You chuckle at the feeling and place his hand above your belly button, your own resting on top of his, waiting for something to happen. You eventually guide his hand a few inches lower and a huge smile breaks on both your faces when you feel a rather hard kick, quickly followed by a second one a little further away from the first.

With one last kiss to your swollen skin Michael gets back on his feet and cradles your face, pulling you in for a passionate kiss which you gladly return.

"You're going to be the most amazing mom."

[charliedawn]

Imagine being send to the Maze and being childhood friends of Newt and Gally (Part 1)

The first thing you notice when you open your eyes are the bright red lights, blinding you momentarily as you seem to go further up. You try to look around for anything that you may use as a weapon and are relieved to find a hammer. At least, you wouldn't be defenseless..You wait until the elevator stops completely before hiding underneath a nearby cover. You soon hear the doors open and see multiple feet entering the cage to take the crates. However, a certain pair of feet stops just in front of you and, without a warning, snatches the cover from above your head.

" What the..?!"

But you don't let the boy finish his sentence before taking the hammer out and knocking him out to get out. Some of the boys try to stop you, but you run faster and climb up the only place you know where you can be safe. The tower. You climb up as fast as you can and threaten anyone that would climb up would feel your wrath. Alby tries to talk to you, but your only answer is a banana in his face..However, after a few minutes, you say that you will not get down until you've talked to those named Gally and Newt. The two men look at each other with a slight frown, not understanding why the weird girl would want to talk to them. They still oblige and climb the stairs with caution. When they reach the top, you are huddled in a corner and look at them with suspicious narrowed eyes.

" Are you Gally and Newt ?"

Newt nods before crouching in front of you with a kind smile.

" Yes. I'm Newt, and this is Gally..Now, mind telling us who you are and how you know us ?"

You bite you lower lip hesitantly before finally admitting.

" Because, I knew you..My name is Lace, and I was your friend."

Their eyebrows both shot up in surprise and you lower your hammer. You want to get out something from your inner pocket, but Gally is quick and grabs your upper arm with a worried frown. You raise your hands in surrender and he is the one that takes out the thing you wanted to show them. A picture. A picture with three kids surrounded by their parents. A family picture. Newt looks at the picture as well and looks up at you with incomprehension. You understand and quickly explains.

" It's us. It's been a long time of course but, I never gave up hope that I would find you. I had to work very hard to get here and not get my memory zapped like everyone else. But, it was definitely worth it.."

You hug Newt that seems dumbfounded for a moment, but wraps his arms around you tentatively as well. Gally, still clutching the picture in his hand, eyes you warily, unsure as to trust you or not. You feel his hesitation and decide not to hug him..yet. However, Newt is curious and asks when you've taken a step back.

" W..Who were we ? Who were our parents ? I have so many questions.."

You laugh at his obvious enthusiasm and you nod understandingly.

" Of course. And I'll answer every one of them. Gally, you are the son of two marins and you spent most of your life on a boat. You parents were nice and hard-working people. While you, Newt, are the son of a bookshop owner and a gardener. I never met such lovely people and so gentle..They were very good people. You can be proud. They fought very hard to protect you."

Newt smiles proudly and his eyes fill with tears at you description, while Gally stares at you with his permanent frown..They hadn't changed. Even with the world turning to chaos, they had managed to stay the same as you remembered them..

" And we're supposed to believe that ?! For all we know, this could be a trap. You could be a trap. This image could be fake and everything you just said may just end up being a big lie.."

Gally, always the cautious one..You sigh and walk towards Gally that arks an eyebrow and takes a step forward, as if to prove that he isn't afraid of you. However, you only smile up at him before taking him surprisingly by the ear to yank him forward.

" Gally. I've spent the last 6 years searching for you. So, I don't give a thing if you believe me or not. I'm gonna make you two leave this place even if it's the last thing I do..I won't wait for a griever or whatever abomination there is out there get to you. I'm going to save you, that you want it or not. Got it, Mister Grumpyface ?"

Newt wants to intervene, but you glare at him with such intensity that he doesn't dare cross you. You then return to Gally that is red with anger and embarrassment. If looks could kill..Well, you would be very dead. Fortunately, you know that Gally has trouble with hitting girls..So he wouldn't hurt you. Possibly. However, he slaps your hand away and walks away, mumbling to himself about how you will be the end of everything.

Newt stands by you side and sighs at the reaction of his friend.

" Sorry about him..He'll come around eventually."

You smile and nod before looking at the knife on the floor.

" So, you're positive that everyone here is safe ? You're safe ?"

You ask with concern and he nods with a small reassuring smile.

" We are. Well..As safe as one can get in the Labyrinth that is."

You nod again understandingly before looking at the huge walls ahead. Instinctively, you grab Newt's hand and promise him.

" I'll get you out of here..And I'll make sure that W.I.C.K.E.D never finds you again."

He frowns, pondering for a moment before his face lights up and he asks excitedly.

" Wait..You know W.I.C.K.E.D ?! You're like Tommy then !"

You frown in incomprehension and Newt takes your hand to guide you towards the ladder.

" Come on. There's someone you should meet."

You trust him and get down as well. You follow him, trying to ignore all of the odd stares that the rest of the group is giving you. You arrive in a little hut where a dark-haired boy is looking at the runners at a map. You automatically recognize him and freeze. Newt turns his head towards you with a small frown.

" Are you okay ?"

But you don't answer and only start walking towards the boy and embracing him in front of everyone, crying. You then whisper in his ear.

" Thank you.."

Thomas doesn't know how to react and looks at Newt for an explanation, but Newt is as surprised as him. Sensing his discomfort, you take a step back and laugh awkwardly while wiping your tears away.

" Sorry..You..You told me how to get in. I thought they had killed you.."

He doesn't understand, but then another voice rise up.

" Y/N ?!"

You look in the direction of the voice and find..Oh God no..Theresa. You glare at her with crossed arms and gritted teeths. Of course, she would follow Thomas in Hell if it meant helping W.I.C.K.E.D. Before anyone can stop you, you take a nearby knife and try to attack her. However, Gally is there to grab your hand and twist your arm. You let go of the knife while him and some other guys drag you away. However, you still scream at Thomas and Newt.

" Don't trust her ! She'll kill us all !"

You are locked in some kind of pit and Gally closes it while glancing at you.

" You shouldn't have done that..You nearly broke one of the rules.."

Gally tells you finally and you look up at him with surprise.

" What rules ?"

His eyes widen in surprise.

" Newt didn't tell you ?"

You shake your head negatively and he sighs loudly before answering you.

"There are three rules you must follow in order to stay.

Never go outside the Glade, unless you are a Runner.

Never hurt another Glader. We have to trust each other.

Everyone does their part. No slackers.

You tried to hurt Theresa. But, since you didn't know the rules. I suppose they'll let it slide.."

However, he doesn't seem too happy about that last part. You decide not to push it and ask him instead.

" You don't want to know anything about your old life, why ?"

He seems to hesitate before answering truthfully.

" Because I'm afraid to know why they send me away.."

You frown. Send him away ? You are about to answer him when he takes back his serious face and adds almost spitefully.

" And I don't trust you."

That is more understandable. He looks one last time at you before walking away.

" I'll come search for you tomorrow morning."

You don't respond and wait until the light of his torch is far enough before taking out a small wooden horse with a small smile.

" I did it, mom..I found them. I'll find him also, I promise."

You kiss the small object before putting it back around your neck. You look up and smile as you see the stars shining up there. In the city, you couldn't see the stars because of the many building in the capital..But here ? You feel free. You were maybe trapped in a pit, but you feel more free than you've ever been in the city. You start laughing to yourself and start dancing in the pit, unaware that you have some spectators.

" What is she doing ?!"

Chuck asks Thomas, confused. But Thomas is as confused as him, while Newt can't help but laugh a little beside them. They both look at him with widened eyes and Newt finally answers with a small smile.

" Isn't it obvious ? She's dancing."

[pokemonswshfics]

hello friend! :D i had accidentally posted this draft of it before i was finished, that's why the message of the request is a screenshot, so sorry for the slight wait :"D have a good read! + (i didn't really know what speaking up meant , so it's slightly different for each in terms of "speaking up" hehe i hope you all enjoy 💛)

// because of how long this post might be, I'm gonna leave the read more button right here before all of them. they're sfw but I wouldn't wanna clog up anyone's tl :'D k byee ^-^

Raihan/Kabu/Piers × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw)

Raihan × Shy Male!Reader // S/O (Sfw { mild cursing })

You stood outside Hammerlocke stadium waiting for your boyfriend as he said to meet you there. You had on his jacket, with the hood up because of how many people were around. This didn't stop reporters and fangirls from coming up to you, all bombarding you with questions.

You simply pulled the hood down and shoved your hands into the pocket. It wasn't that you were trying to be rude, you just preferred the attention be on someone else. Literally anyone else.

"How does it feel to be Raihan's first public boyfriend?"

"Hey! Look up here for a quick photo, it wont hurtcha. You're already so cute from what we've seen!"

"Do you love him?"

"Are you gonna stay under there?"

If it was up to you, you would stay in your boyfriend's clothes forever. It was a perfect hiding spot.

"I-I would prefer..not to answer." You stuttered out quietly and stepped closer to the gym doors. The attention got overwhelming at times but you would do this forever if it meant being with Raihan. He was worth it.

"What's annoying about Raihan? Isn't it tiring, that he puts his whole life on the internet?"

You scowled a little and pulled your hood down farther. "I think it's cute." You said under your breath.

"Don't you wish he was champion instead? He always fails at beating Leon!"

"What?" You said softly and lifted your head up a little, but not enough to be seen. The people surrounding you only saw this as invitation to ask more.

"Isn't he a little full of himself when it comes to battles? You can answer us!" Someone said excitedly and shoved a microphone towards you.

"Fine, take this for an answer." You almost snatched the microphone from their hand and frowned at them. "No, I do not find Raihan annoying. I'm very proud of him for even having a gym in the first place. He doesn't need to be Champion to be accomplished! Who the hell are you guys to even be asking stuff so rude? Are YOU Champion?"

Your hood fell back to your shoulders by the time you were done talking. Instantly, camera flashes hit your eyes and you tried to cover your face with your sleeves. You were still beyond angry, and it only increased as you heard the people begin talking again.

"Aw, so cute!"

"Are you really dating Raihan?"

"Raihan got lucky!"

You clenched your fists and dropped the mic you had snatched to your feet.

Then you lunged at a reporter.

Two women screamed, one yelped because of the sudden action and right before you actually touched the man you were going to attack..

"Hey." You felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and throw you over their shoulder. You were met with a back side that had a dark navy shirt on, and navy gym shorts. The Dragon Type uniform.

"Calm down, Tyrogue headass.." Raihan chuckled and you blushed at the familiar teasing. You could hear squeals from the crowd, the same one you would have attacked with your bare hands had it not been for Raihan coming at the last second.

"Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" You said quickly and began waving your fists in protest. "They weren't being nice about you!"

"Not worth your time, babe. Thanks for keeping him occupied." You could practically hear the grin in Raihan's voice as he began to turn back to the doors of his gym to carry you in. You faced the reporters again and now looked up at them with a scowl. Their faces were all in awe at Raihan carrying you. Some continued taking pictures.

"Oouu let him put me down and I'll- do not very nice things!" You growled quietly and shook one of your fists at them.

"Baby, calm down." Raihan giggled from above you as he even paused for photos a few times just to frustrate you playfully. You pulled the hood further down your head, still cursing reporters as your boyfriend carried you past them.

***

Kabu × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw)

At almost all times you were sitting or standing next to Kabu. It wasn't that you didn't like the rest of the gym leaders, it was just something you did for comfort.

You were in a meeting with the rest of the Gym leaders, sometimes you tagged along with Kabu when invited. The other gym leaders didn't mind, they were the ones inviting you sometimes.

Right now they were discussing new ways to (as Raihan said it) "spice up" their gym missions. Kabu wasn't on board and it showed.

"Come on, you guys think challengers might not get bored of the same thing every year?" Raihan sighed and sat back in his chair. "Same old thing, I'd be bored out of my mind."

"Good thing you aren't a challenger then." Kabu replied, crossing his arms. His irritation showed to you and you nudged his knee with your own under the table lightly. "Our gyms will be led how we would like, and I like mine. I'm keeping it the way it is."

"Come on, no need to get mad." Raihan chimed back and half smiled. "Either all of us or none."

"I'm keeping mine how it is, I've done too much for it since Opal gave me the gym." Bede remarked.

"Come on, Bede..you're the newest of us, take some advice! Change it up a little." Nessa said and sat up.

"I'll k-keep..mine." Allister stammered out and looked down to the table.

"I'd like to change mine." His older sister, Bea smiled widely and pumped one of her fists up. Raihan high fived her, attempting to now convince Milo and Melony to change theirs.

Kabu's eyes furrowed then he looked towards you, smiling with tired eyes. He playfully rolled his eyes while nodding to the other gym leaders. You giggled quietly in answer.

"Come on Kabu, lighten up. Keep up with the times!" Gordie practically whined out. Kabu tensed up once again, and you could feel his anger rising once more.

"Don't tell me what to do. My gym, my rules." Kabu stood and looked around now with a frown. If provoked, his temper could easily appear. You looked to the other gym leaders, Allister (even with a mask, you could tell) was nervous because of how Kabu could get.

"Ugh. They're just ideas-" Bede groaned sassily.

"They're stupid ones!" Kabu slammed one of his now balled up fists onto the table you all sat at. The gym leaders were used to his hot headed self, so it didn't bother them and they never planned on telling him anything like "calm down", or "be nice."

"Kabs." You stood up, still slightly avoiding eye contact with the rest of them and grabbed his elbow softly. "Calm down, they were just trying to give some advice." The other gym leaders now all looked at you, some with slightly widened eyes. 

Kabu’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, you could feel the tension in his body go away as you began to rub his arm. He turned toward you and the anger in his eyes was gone, now replaced by warmth when you looked into them. Raihan smirked from the other side of the table.

Kabu grumbled something then sat down, his face burning up. “I-Yeah. He’s right. I suppose I should calm down, you all are just trying to help me. I apologize for calling your ideas stupid.” He crossed his arms and avoided eye contact. You followed and sat back down with him, then looked up and realized all the gym leaders were now staring at you, either with shocked faces or grins.

“I’m so sorry if I interrupted your meeting- I just wanted Kabs to calm down and-” You could now feel your cheeks begin to darken with embarrassment and you hid your face in your hands, not even wanting to finish your own sentence.

“Why are you apologizing? You got Kabsy here to calm down, something none of us could do. And you did it without thinking he might take out a Pokemon and burn you alive or something.” Raihan chuckled and turned to Kabu, with his chin being held up by his palms. “You got a soft spot?”

Your boyfriend scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get on with the meeting, I don’t have time to-”

“For me he does.” You teased softly and took one of Kabu’s hands in your own. This only caused the red in his cheeks to return and for him to hide his face in one hand, groaning. 

“You should come to meetings more often, dear!” Melony practically squealed out, Nessa nodding in agreement. 

Raihan laughed loudly then looked towards you. “No, seriously. Calm your man down sometimes.” He grinned.

“Let’s get on with it!” Kabu said loudly and waved his free hand in the air but was still looking away from everyone to avoid his blush being visible. He didn’t take his hand from you though, now he intertwined your fingers. You smiled a little more at the action and squeezed his hand in return. 

“Alright, Alright...” Raihan bit his lip and reached down under the table only to pull out a folder with a playful squeal.

“Let’s change our uniforms!!” There were chuckles throughout the table of people, and you began to feel more comfortable with all of them, simply by holding Kabu’s hand. He turned his head toward you and smiled a little, as to not make it obvious to the rest of them. 

You giggled again and prepared to listen to Raihan’s bright idea of changing the uniforms with Kabu already groaning when he realized what the younger gym leader had said.

***

Piers × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw {mild cursing})

You sat on a wooden crate besides Marnie, your boyfriend's little sister. You two were listening to him sing to a crowd of Team Yell members and other people from different towns.

The silence with Marnie was usual and comfortable.

"Look at my bro go. Always had it in him, singing." She said quietly and leaned slightly towards you so you would hear over the music.

You nodded and smiled a little. Your eyes couldn't come off Piers, you loved watching him sing. You put your knees up to your chin, and rested your arms crossed on them so they would hide your grin and pink cheeks.

"Still not much of a talker?"

"Oh! Uh, yeah- I like talking." You practically whispered. "Sorry, not really-"

"Hey. It's fine. Piers already told me you aren't that out there. I don't mind some silence." Marnie replied with a nicer tone now, since she meant it.

"Thanks." You quietly replied and looked back to the stage before you heard her speak again.

"What do you see in Piers? You can tell me, I'm not the judging type."

"What do I..see in him?"

"Mhm."

You looked to the stage again and watched Piers interact with the crowd. Your grin widened, you almost never see him smile as much as he did on stage unless he was alone with you.

"I see..a sweet guy. He looks all mean and hard but he's really the most gentle guy I know. He has this smile that drives me wild and.." You took your arms away from your face to talk more clear.

"And? Come on, don't be shy." Marnie encouraged and nudged you with her elbow.

"He's real funny. Piers makes me happy when I'm having a really bad day, he's got this thing to him that I can't stop wanting." You could feel your cheeks turning a light shade of red, and you cursed how easy it was for you to blush.

Piers looked towards you and Marnie and winked at you. Some people in the crowd cheered at the action, a few swooned excitedly. You buried your face in your hands and could hear Marnie laugh a little.

"A-Anyways..he doesn't let anything in his past or present get to him. His music..his music! It's so impressive. He's a singing gym leader. The way he manages both..I just-!" You dropped your knees from your face and squealed. "It's Piers!"

Marnie laughed a little at your excitement. "Anything else?"

"He's..SO cute. Gosh, I can't get over it. We've been together for a while and he still makes me all giddy and warm inside when he smiles or- does shit like that!" You spoke about his playful wink, and you stood up on the crate, not even caring about your fear of crowds anymore. "And I love it!"

The crowd was still practically screaming as the song ended. You cupped one of your hands around your mouth, waving the other at Piers frantically.

"Come on Piers! Give us MORE!!" You shouted out while grinning and quickly caught his and some fans' attention. You locked eyes with him, and made a motion to usher him for another song.

He raised his hand to the crowd to quiet them down then spoke. "Alright, hey. Glad you guys are enjoying the show. It was supposed to stop now but, how am I gonna end this when I got my sweetheart over there asking for more?" Piers nodded to you, causing multiple Team Yell members to turn your way, smiling.

You immediately sat back down on the crate next to Marnie and hid your face. "No.." You protested quietly against his teasing. He knew you never liked the acknowledgement, he just liked making you blush.

"So, Team Yell. I want you to be as loud as you can, this next one is for my cutie. Love ya." Piers adjusted the mic as Team Yell began what they did best again: cheering. They turned quickly back to the stage and you peeked up at Piers.

Your eyes' focus never left him, and you listened intently to his voice. A relaxed sigh left you as you felt yourself being caught up in the music. You and Piers continued to make eye contact throughout the rest of the show, as if no one else was there. The moment was like a trance and neither of you were really looking to get out of it.

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