#Pretty Proofreader

[destinationfinal]

Since editors and proofreaders work closely with each other, I earnestly ask you to please get along. PRETTY PROOFREADER (2016)

[zevrra]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⋆˙⟡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: joel wants to work on his latest wooden craft; but sitting across from him for so long…you want something else.

𝐟𝐭. (old man)jackson!joel x fem!reader

𝐰𝐜: 2k(ish)

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 18+, mdni, straight smut, established relationship, undisclosed age gap (joel is 55-60 yrs old), oral (m receiving), deep-throat, f!reader touching themselves, joel’s a lil mean/bratty, joel’s BIG too, coming inside reader’s mouth, dirty talk, mention of the lil blue pill at the end.

𝐚/𝐧: yeah…this was supposed to be a hehe haha lil one paragraph thought and umm…yeah. joel is infectious…enjoy! :3

“darlin’” joel drawls softly; warm and gentle like an afternoon sun in the summer. it was nothin’ but a sweet, southern warning as the weight of your foot presses into his thigh.

he had been working on some wood carving for what felt like hours, with no end in sight. he said it was important and that he wanted to finish it tonight…but you had other plans. sitting across from him at his kitchen table, flipping through some book that you dragged out of his shelves. boredom has your eyelids feeling like they weight a hundred pounds and you’re pretty sure you’ve read the same page more than four times.

which is where you get the wonderful idea to have a little fun of your own.

you scoot down a little in your chair— just enough to not be suspicious right off the bat— until you lift your foot to press gently into his knees. nothing unusual, something relatively normal to be honest. as any other day, joel would gently grab hold of your calf and stroke along your skin. you wait a heartbeat, flipping through the book as if you’re still reading it, before your foot advances.

the first warning.

you bite down on your bottom lip at his southern drawl but he doesn’t look at you— just continues to work on his little carving tangled up in his fingers. you watch for a moment as his knife smoothes over an edge, the wood that curls up underneath the blade and falls onto the table. you wait for the fourth or maybe fifth skim of his knife and the fall of discarded shavings before you begin to move again.

no longer as teasing as you probably should be; you shift your foot right in between his thighs. pressing just enough weight onto his softness to liven him up a little and not to hurt him.

joel grunts under his breath and he slightly jerks as you press your foot into his jeans and his cock beneath— a good start.

with that you finally draw his eyes away from his carving. his glasses settle onto the edge of his nose and he glances at you from over the rim; the second warning. but all it does is make your heart flutter. you smile all innocent like, shrugging your shoulders under his heavy gaze before his attention returns to the wood carving in his hands.

clearly, just teasing him would not be enough to get him to put away what he was working on and instead ‘work’ on you; so you’d just have to push your luck a little more.

you place the book faced down before slowly slipping out of your chair; sinking right down onto your knees and under the kitchen table. you replace your previous advances with your hands now, skimming the palms of your hands along his inner thighs as you move between his parted legs. your fingers are just grasping around the metal of his belt buckle when he’s noticed exactly what you’re up to.

you hear him halt in his work by the tap of his knife being set down on the table, and then he’s scooting back in his chair a little. where he can look down at you and your position from beneath the table, his gaze a warm summer’s heat that lights your whole body on fire. joel sighs an old man sigh, a lifted eyebrow pointed down in your direction as the only words he says.

you shrug once more, dawning a not-so-innocent smile as your fingers continue to work at his belt. “m’not doin’ nothin’” you coo up at him, putting on your best southern accent to mirror his own. a little tilt to your lips as you stare up at him from your little sweet spot between his thighs. “you can still work, right?” you hum ever so sweetly, slipping the leather end of his belt out of the buckle. and just because he’s watching; you put on a good little show for him. you lean forward, pressing a kiss into the waistband of his jeans, before your lips wrap around the button of his jeans. you unbutton the front of his pants before taking his zipper in between your teeth and slowly pulling it down as well.

the twitch in the corner of his eye lets you know exactly how well your little show is working on him. along with the twitch beneath his boxers. but he restrains himself nonetheless and lets you play out your little plan.

once the fly of his pants is positioned opened wide, you hover over the half-stiffness inside his boxers. letting out a hot breath right along the growing tent inside his underwear. you chuckle at the twitch your breath gains you before you occupy your mouth with something else entirely. your lips press into the curve of his half hard cock before your entire mouth is warming across his boxers. you leave open mouth kisses along every inch of his shaft, fingers working circles into his jean clothed thighs.

you can hear him choke back a deep groan that buzzes inside his chest. makes your head fuzzy hearing him try his best not to enjoy what he’s seeing and feeling. makes you want to ruin him just a little bit more.

“go on old man,” you mumble teasingly against his shaft, your fingers working upwards to hook around his boxers waistband and giving them a tug; just enough that one of your hands can fish him out from beneath the fabric of his underwear. now he’s entirely hard, standing at the ready and drooling at the tip like a young man would. you press a kiss into the leaking slit of his tip as a smile forms on your lips once more. “finish your carving…”

you barely glimpse his lips curl as he tries to respond to your little teasing but you don’t let him. your mouth surges forward, fully wrapping around the head of his stiff cock— effortlessly cutting him off from speaking. another deep groan from within his chest has your toes curling.

you’re slow in your movement to take more of him into your mouth. keeping a steady hand on his base as you slowly sink onto him, teasing him just a little more. he was used to the fast paced, ‘need to hurry before patrol’ bj’s you usually gave him in the early hours of morning. but on the other hand…you’re a little surprised as the more you swallow him, the more his hands stay above the table. normally, those calloused, strong hands of his would be tangled up into your hair; pulling your locks as filthy praise tumbled from his tongue— but not this time. no, this time, joel was going to let you work all on your own. it was punishment. since he knew how much you liked to hear him tell you how fucking pretty you looked sucking him off.

whatever. if the older man wanted to be just a little meaner this time…fine by you, you’ll just have to work a little harder than usual.

at that thought, you suck around him a little harsher. using your own free hand to tuck strands of fallen hair behind your ears to keep them out of the way. sliding further and further down until you can’t take anymore of his shaft; swallowing him completely to the hilt. he sits so comfortably inside your mouth and throat, as if you were made to hold him there, but neither of you get to enjoy the satisfaction for too long as you slowly slip him back out of your mouth with a wet pop.

you smirk up at him and his heavy gaze. dark eyes, pupils blown wide from the lust seeping through his rough exterior. watching as his breath quickens inside his lungs to make his chest rise and fall in rapid succession.

oh hook, line, and sinker. he was all yours now— carving be damned.

you press another kiss into the slit of his leaking head, giggling at the way his eyelashes flutter, before slowly shifting your hand up to meet your lips. you stroke him entirely. from base to the tip, dribbling his precum onto the plump of your bottom lip. any other night and joel would’ve called you every pet name under the sun, with almost every ounce of praise he could fling at ya. but tonight he just bites the inside of his cheek, demanding you to continue with just that dangerous glint to his eyes. as if he’s waitin’ for the right time to strike and turn you into a babbling mess.

that would come sooner or later though— you still had some teasin’ to do.

you slide your hand faster over his shaft. jerking him with a steady pace until your mouth yearned to return to him. so with a little help of some of your spit slicked onto your hand and thus onto his shaft; your lips return to wrapping around his tip. thanks to the added little bit of slick and his smeared precum, you’re able to move faster across his large cock. bobbing your head faster and faster with only a soft gag here and there from the thick of his head damn near hitting the back of your throat.

if you hadn’t done this before, you’re sure you’d be choking and gagging way more than you were now…like the very first time the two of you slept together. definitely was a little bit of a shock at how massive he was.

“you fuckin’ dazin’ off?” joel’s gruff voice coos from above.. embarrassment flushes your cheeks a royal red as his words sink in; realizing you might have accidentally let your mind wander away from the task at hand. “y’started this…gotta finish it now, darlin’” joel hums, the pet name rolling off his tongue oh-so-sweetly, as he finally, finally, sinks a few of his fingers into the top of your hair. but he grips harsher than usual, sending a little shiver of pain down your spine. but it’s a more than welcoming little sensation; causes your eyes to flutter and hearts dance across your gaze as you look up at him.

but it’s him yanking on your hair, forcing you to take all of his aching cock into the entirety of your mouth that sends an electric shock straight to your womb. your pussy throbs, slick flooding from between your slit and throughly soaking the panties you wear. you moan, light and whiney, around his base; your nose is pressed into his tan lower abdomen. and he holds you there, with just one big hand of his, forcing your lungs to go into overtime to keep you breathing.

immediately your hand shoots down between your thighs, where you press fingers into your drenched panties, slipping the pads of your fingertips right along the entire curve of your cunt. you whimper at the first touch of your fingers, forcing your gaze up to his as you rub against your clit with a shudder.

joel chuckles, deep and low, and directly at you as he watches you touch yourself. “that fuckin’ needy sweetheart?” joel hums in response to your pathetic moan; sending shivers up his entire body as well. he doesn’t let you answer though as his fingers untangle from your hair, returning to their original position above the table. a nod of his head is the only other thing he ‘says’, instructing you to continue your work.

and you do as your told. drawing your mouth back to his tip, catching your breath, before swallowing him whole once again. the deep burning need inside your tummy turns you messy. spit dribbles down your chin with each bob of your head. and with each press of your fingers against your core, you flood into your ruined panties.

and while joel doesn’t touch you, his mouth sure does run. your name sinks off his tongue every time you edge closer to his tip; every curse known to man taking over when you sink down onto the base of his cock. and you know he’s getting closer and closer to the burning of his own orgasm when he starts to string just a little bit of praise together.

“fuck,” he huffs, watching his thighs clench hard at either side of your head. “couldn’t wait, huh? only got one thing on that pretty lil mind of yours, yeah? fuck.” he groans deeply, fingers gripping the edge of the table to keep himself from giving you the satisfaction of, well, him losing his internal battle. “yer’mouths so hot, so warm. you were made to take me, ya know.”

his words make you weep around him but his twitching cock forces you to swallow a pathetic whimper. his dirty talk spurs you on, faster and faster, until he can’t take anymore. the primal groans and grunts that leaves his lips and the way he swells inside your mouth gives you all the clues you need. you hum around him once, twice, drawing out a few more of his deep breathy moans, timing it just perfectly before you sink him into the back of your throat.

his hips jerks erratically as he cums deep into the warmth of your mouth. you hum satisfactorily at the broken syllables of your name as you rides his orgasm out. when he finally finishes, you slowly pop off his softening, spent cock, getting a good look at your man; his pupils blown wide, chest heaving with every breath he tries to catch, sweat beading his forehead, and those sexy ass reading glasses of his are disheveled and lopsided. god it makes you want him so badly…more so than before.

“you better take one of your pills, old man,” you tease with a dripping lustful tongue, climbing up from beneath the table and into his lap, straddling his hips. “i’m not done with you yet.” you muse, taking up one of his large hands and pressing the tips of his calloused fingers into your drenched panties.

joel doesn’t have to say anything— the dark twinkle to his eyes says enough. you were in for a wonderfully long night.

[b1mbodoll]

omg jay forcing you to take a dildo that is obviously to big for you 😵‍💫😵‍💫

god. yeah. and he’s so fucking good at it.

jay definitely sweet talks you the whole time too, praising you for takin’ such a big toy in your tight little pussy; presses kisses to your thighs and squeezes them lovingly. he has one of those clamp vibrators too, your clit pressed between it to draw more orgasms from you and make it easier to slide the toy inside. he loves watching you take thick toys.

he prefers knotted dildos so he can watch how your cunt gapes for him, your gasps n choked out cries of his name cause his cock to twitch, pre leaking from his slit n making a mess of his sweats, because yes. he is half dressed. he doesnt have to touch himself to cum, just wrecking you with a silicone cock is enough to have jay blowing his load.

the ring of your cream coating the knot and length of the toy make him fucking dizzy, he doesn’t know whether he wants to taste you or watch you deepthroat the toy instead.. maybe he’ll have you do it and kiss you messily afterwards, a gentle but firm hand on your jaw keeping you in place as he works his tongue inside your mouth, a mixture of drool and your cum makin’ a mess of your chins.

he doesn’t bother taking a hand off you or the dildo to stroke his cock, but when he gets too into it, jay grinds against the mattress, moaning deeply when you clench around the toy as your orgasm washes over you. he swears ‘s like he can feel how tight you’re gripping the toy and his fingers dig into your thigh as his hips stutter, his thick load seeping through and leaving a stain on his pants.

[lailau7904]

So y'all have seen the Williams F1 Logo before, yeah?

well get ready, becaues I am about to ruin your day!

where does one even begin with this. i am sorry in advance. -just a poor learning graphic design student, who simply tried to enjoy their saturday evening

The Logo

For anyone that doesn't know, here's the Williams F1 Logo. Entirely unedited, copied straight from Wikipedia:

Now like many fans, I actually quite enjoy this logo. I like the modern, sharp edges of it and it's simple yet intriguiging design. It's memorable, while also easily recognizable as a W. I also really enjoy the colour choice (this, however, is entirely a personal preference.)

(entire rant under the cut. please keep reading this took years off my life span.)

How did we even get here?

Let's start at the beginning. How did we even get here? Well I, a poor poor learning graphic designer, was watching this lovely video from Mr. V's Garage about bad F1 Logo's over the past 35 or so seasons. Very interesting, I can only recommend it (but you don't need to watch the video to understand this post)!

Now, to cleanse the palette at the end of the video, Mr. V included a top 10 GOOD logos from this time span, it was very kind of him.

On P4 of this "Good List," Mr. V placed the current Williams F1 Logo, as pictured above. At first I vaguely agreed with this, believing that he probably simply hadn't noticed one of the things that's been bothering me about that Logo since the first time I saw it up close.

The first sign of Trouble

So, what is this mystery issue, you might ask?

It's simple really. You don't necessarily notice it at a first glance, but something about that logo seems off. Taking a second longer, you may notice it yourself.

No, I mean it, take a minute and go look at the logo. It looks wonky as hell, doesn't it?

Well I can tell you the first thing that I personally noticed. The arms of the W aren't in line with the bottom half, see:

(Graphic by @girlrussell who was so kind to let me use it, as it is way prettier than the one I made)

It's a crooked W. There is no good explanation for this. The rest of the font is perfectly fine, geometrical shapes.

Anyway, the good person that I am I went to point this out to my partner ( @leftneb ) who proceeded to inform me that he, infact, was not aware about this and was, quote, "never going to unsee that."

Now, the good FRIEND that I am, I, of course, proceeded to rush into our broader F1 friendgroup to make them suffer for eternity.

What's the logical next step to take? Of course, fix the logo in Adobe Photoshop, you know, as a joke.

(Disclaimer at this point, I am not necessarily the biggest fan of Williams Management Team. I enjoy ALL their drivers this season. I do NOT enjoy James Vowels. Be warned.)(Also I am aware that he probably did not have an influence on the logo)

Trying to fix it. Oh god, I was so innocent back then

Trying to fix the logo in Photoshop is the worst mistake I could've made. THE worst path to take. I could've just giggled about making my friends suffer (which I succeeded in, by the way) and moved on. Instead I ruined a perfectly good Saturday evening, and for what? I don't know anymore.

Anyway, how was I gonna go about fixing the logo in the simplest way possible? Simplest way I could come up with: slap the thing in Photoshop and put two, mirrored boxes at each side to make the sides line up. Small issue, how do I make the thing actually even? Fix: line them up at the intersecting point with the bottom tips of the W.

Here's the result:

Hey, anyone care to explain to me why in THE LORDS NAME the arms are different sized? I mean, surely they weren't before. Surely, certainly, I must've messed up.

I double, I tripple checked. I made sure everything was lined up and made sense. But no.

It just couldn't be. Something was uneven in this logo, something even deeper. Something I could not have predicted when first taking a closer look. It was at this point I realized I had messed up. What rabbit hole had I stumbled across? Certainly, it couldn't get much worse.

And that's when I noticed.

(pictured above; my genuine reaction)

There's MORE? (oh god, the top isn't lined up)

I couldn't believe my eyes. This is the PINNACLE of the sport, and THIS was the logo of one of the competing teams? I mean, yeah, we have a Visa Cash App RB or a Kick Sauber or even a MoneyGram Haas which are all terrible logos, but at least they're CLEAN. (this has not been checked. If anyone wishes to ruin a nice Saturday evening, feel free to check them and tell me how wrong I was in the previous statement!)

But you can see that there is no end in sight for this post. I'm sure you're as scared as I was at this point. By now we were sitting in VC, discussing the horribleness of this logo. I had long informed my irl's about this, who take said design classes with me. And it was one of them who pointed out the next thing that had been bothering me, but I had not been able to put a finger on up to this point.

thE DISTANCE, HOW DID THEY FUCK IT?

I'm afraid I have to confirm your fears.

Yes, those lines are the same length. According to Photoshop, they're on the same level as well, so no flunking with angles.

The gaps of the arms to the main W are not the same. They're differently sized gaps.

It was clear to us, this logo is inherintely flawed. They're subtle issues, but once you pay attention you start to notice things. It all looks slightly wonky and off centre. And eventually, you get paranoid, and start comparing other angles and sizes. And you will keep finding things. This has ruined my life.

HOOOOOW

Honestly, I don't even know what to say. Yes, yes sadly those lines, too, are the same length. Just copied over from one side to the other and layed over on the same height. I admit, they're not layed over perfectly. I was honestly holding back tears at this point. But the point still stands, you can clearly see a difference in width.

Honestly, the only way I can explain it is that at some point there was a mess up of distance or proportions and whoever was designing the logo couldn't pin it down and tried to restore the visual balance by making manual adjustments. And in all honesty? They kinda did a good job, if that's what's happened. I mean, you notice the crookedness of the arms, and then maybe the difference in height, but the rest you probably will not notice if you don't spend too much time staring at it. (like some of us) And even those issues clearly aren't noticeable to the vast majority, considering I had to go point it out to a group chat for my friends at least to notice.

what the fuck is THAT?

Now, the thing about doing this investigative work of prooving a team you dislike is worse in more aspects than you previously thought, is that you do a lot of zooming in. And zooming in means you might notice bits that yours eyes simply overlooked before, because they were too small.

Here you can witness the top of the middle point, that, for whatever reason, really wants to touch the top border of the Logo. I'm relatively certain that's the highest few pixel in the entire graphic, considering earlier chapter "There's MORE?" I have no idea why it looks like that or why they thought it was necessary for it to not end in a clean point.

I just actually have no idea how to even describe what is going on on the top of the left arm. That left hand side, again, touches the side and is therefore the most-left-pixel in the graphic. I, once again, have no idea the purpose of this. However the RIGHT hand side also makes no sense, as it is the most prominent corner in the whole logo. There's pointed corners, and rounded OF corners, but nothing that is trying to form it's own colony in a distant land that hopefully isn't this god awful logo. I hope that blob gets away. I really do. You go king.

i'm loosing my mind

Anyway, the only reason I could come UP with those weird "reachy-outy-bits" was to establish the dimensions of the logo? But if that was the case, I don't understand why they managed to keep all the other potentially border touching corners clean?

Like, look. Those are clean, sharp corners with some clearance off the borders. I have no clue why they managed it here but not with the others.

guys. please.

Backtrackig a little bit, going back to the positioning of the arms.

Do I need to mention that those lines are both the same length and the same (mirrored) angle? I really hope I don't, because I don't think I could be making this shit up. Like, once you roughly know what you need to look for it just kinda becomes easy to find.

As said before, I genuinely do think that most of these issues happened in a chain-reaction. For example, the distances between the main part and the W wouldn't be as noticeable (and they do get noticeable once you start looking at it) if the angle wasn't fucked. And guess what, there's more fucked angles here! Which ALSO influence this specific area of the logo!

this is just embarrasing for you.

something something same line copied over and mirrored etc etc

It's not as visible but the angles defintely don't line up here as well. As mentioned before, these issues for the most part all influence each other. It doesn't really excuse the issues, in my opinion as a designer, because a big company like this shouldn't have these sort of issues in their logo.

So let's review;

to sum it up,

i cannot even BEGIN to explain to you how big of a fucking JOKE this FUCKING logo is. because, i thought to myself, to round the post out, hey, why not show ALL the issues i pointed out in one picture? that would round it out quite nicely, wouldn't it?

Yeah well, this logo sent STRAIGHT FROM HELL just could NOT let me rest. I had only done the lines visualizing the crooked arms in PAINT up until this point, i.e. I had only pulled both up individually. To make a nice "rounding out" picture I still had to add them into PHOTOSHOP. so i did. i pulled up the line. i mirrored the line.

THE ANGLE IS FUCKING DIFFERENT

none. and i mean NONE of my friends had noticed this before. i need you to understand that we looked at this thing with FIVE pair of eyes, and NONE of us noticed that until i thought to myself "Oh I still need to add these specific lines to have ALL the issues I pointed out in my SILLY TUMBLR POST in ONE image" and i get THAT FUCKING SURPRISE

I was PLANNING to round the post out with a statement on how obviously this isn't a serious post. Here, I even had it all written out already because I accidentally started writing it in the last paragraph:

Of course, this is nitpicking, and it's not that serious. I'm aware of that. AS MENTIONED most of these would not be noticeable if we hadn't gone specifically looking for them.

yeah, well, fuck that. i just spent two hours seething about this logo. i'm ending the post on this instead.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

A what if on fire in the sky where Skyfire never met the autobots a second time so he doesn't know he has options and sticks with the Decepticons for a couple more days

“Starscream got you good today, Skyfire.”

Skyfire was silent, looking off into the dark abyss of the ocean.

“I need to leave. He’s going to kill me, Thundercracker.”

Thundercracker snapped his head up, optics widening. “What?!” Who just confesses to a high ranking faction elite that they want to leave?! And out in the open too?! Luckily no one was there to hear Skyfires sudden declaration of defection.

“Megatron won’t let that happen, he’s spent way too much resources bringing you back! And where would you go?” Thundercracker felt strange, isn’t this the argument that he had in his processor time and time again, now with another bot?

“Anywhere is better then here. What if Megatron finally gets overthrown by Starscream? When he’s gone, he won’t hesitate to kill you too.”

Thundercracker felt a chill go up his spine, as if the coldness of space went through him, before continuing to weld.

“Everything I do, he finds some sort of way to push me, and when I refuse, it’s never an option, he wants me to break.” Skyfire ranted with gritted teeth, “I refuse.” Skyfire paused, remembering something and turned his attention on Thundercracker.

“Thundercracker, please leave with me! We can do so much more, BE so much more!” He pleaded, the proposal has been on his mind for a while, but Thundercracker didn’t look up.

“Can you stop moving? I won’t stop you from leaving, I won’t even tell the others anything. But this… this is my purpose”

Thundercracker felt Skyfires stare on him, “I’ve only known you for 4 days, but even then, I feel you don’t belong here, what can the Decepticons give you for you to stay?”

“And you can give me something more?! I’ve spent more time fighting in this war than you have been active!”

“Yes! I know I can! Something more than hauling around energon cubes, more than living in this damp ship! There’s a whole world to explore! I may have nothing right now but I promise, I can help you find a better purpose!” Skyfires optics shined bright with determination. Something Thundercracker hasn’t seen since the first day he’s been revived. And something else that seemed so familiar to him…

Ah. The day Megatron convinced him to join the Decepticons. Why he joined, why he stayed, was it all for a promise?

… What a fool he is, throwing everything away again for the same old, sweet words. But now he’s older and stronger, with a fresh face who is neither Autobot or Decepticon.

“Fine. You’ll probably need me to actually survive out there anyways, I can’t just let you die by yourself.”

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

can you do a bakugo x reader who’s afraid of the dark? i think he’d be cute about it and make small explosions kinda like fireworks to cheer them up

omg whats so funny about this is that this is a scenario that happens in my oc x canon verse actually omg !! this is such a cute ask, tysm anon ! fem reader (tho no gender specified) ages arent specified here but i imagined both katsuki n reader younger (11-12) !!

there's a sudden power outage during math class.

the mix of groans and immediate screams put you on edge, they make your heart beat and you wish you could tell them all to just shut up. but you're mouth isn't working, your throat is clogged up and you can't see anything.

you hate the dark. it's embarrassing to still be scared of it at your age, it's childish and you're not a little kid anymore. you're sure katsuki wasn't scared of the dark anymore. granted, he wasn't scared of anything.

you’d walked out of your classroom, trying to maybe find some type of light source outside of class, you doubted the teacher noticed you leaving with all the chaos brewing.

very bad idea, it was pitch black. probably even darker than in class somehow. you feel your heart beat quicken as your eyes slowly start stinging.

you won’t cry, that’s so lame.

you’re old enough to know that monsters don’t exist, you know nothing is going to come snatch you up to drag you off into the darkness never to be seen again. of course you know that.

but you’re still so scared, and the scenarios you’d just made up where making you even more nervous. your eyes sting and you know it’s lame, but you really feel like crying.

if you were going to cry, you at least wanted to make sure no one could see you doing it once the lights turned back on. you manage to find a broom closet in the darkness and decide to hole up in there. you shiver, tightly hugging your knees. you feel tears prick in your eyes. it’s lame, and you’re too old to be crying, but you figure no one will know anyway.

then the door slams open.

you gasp, but don’t dare look up and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. maybe a monster was here to take you, maybe it was one of your classmates and they were gonna tell everyone how uncool and lame you were for crying.

“what’re you doing in here ?! i was lookin’ all around for you !”

you look up then, and katsuki looks back at you angrily. you bite your lip, you didn’t want him of all people to see you like this, he’d for sure think it was lame. katsuki’s expression morphs from anger to surprise to confusion. he raises a brow.

“what’re you crying for ?” the tone of his voice makes you hide your face again, furiously wiping at your eyes. you can see how he looks at you from the lights coming from outside, it peeks through the opening of the door, and you think that’s worse than a monster coming to get you.

“i-i’m not !” you mumble, your voice crackles as you do. you hear katsuki huff and then the door slams. what you were afraid of came true, you think. he thought you were embarrassing and wouldn’t want to be your friend anymore—

warm, warm hands grip at your wrists and rip them away from your face so you can see—katsuki. he’s still here ?

“liar.” he says, eyebrows furrowed. “y’know i hate liars.” you do know, you don’t want katsuki to hate you, that’s why you’re in here. you blink at him in surprise. katsuki only squints at you, before plopping down next to you. it’s a very tight squeeze, but he nudges your shoulder to make space for himself and he makes it happen.

anything katsuki put his mind to was possible. if he wanted to sit next to you in this cramped broom closet he was going to, no matter what. you always found that cool about him.

“why’d you run off ? i was looking for you..” he asks.

“i thought you wouldn’t notice..” you respond meekly. katsuki looks back at you. your shoulder hurts a bit so you readjust and move back. you can see his incredulous expression even better.

“hah ? why wouldn’t i ?”

why wouldn’t he ? because you were lame ? because crying about the dark at your age was embarrassing ?

“cus..” you fiddle with your hands, you can’t finish your sentence. katsuki finishes it for you.

“what, cus you’re scared ?” the way he says it. scared. makes you want to deny it again. but you hate lying and katsuki hates liars. so you just shrug. it’s quiet again, you hear the tapping of branches against the window outside. rain tapping the window, and then a big crack of thunder. you jump a bit despite yourself.

“teach said the power won’t be back till this let’s up.” he explains. this meaning the storm, you assume. you don’t know what to say anymore, you’re glad katsuki can’t see you.

“s’fine y’know..” he utters after a bit. you look back at him in shock, blinking rapidly. your eyes have gotten used to the darkness and you can see how his eyes dart around. he settles on pulling at his shoe laces for a bit.

“but…” you start, your throat is still clogged up “you said you hated crybabies…an’ scaredy-cats..” katsuki scowls at your words, tugging and twirling at his laces.

“i do.” he confirms, then he glances at you. “but i know you’re not.”

oh. you can’t muster up anything. you know you should say something now, and you feel your cheeks warm at his words. but it’s still so dark.

katsuki sits quietly as he inspects you. then he gets in your space again. you whine in annoyance, he’ll squish your shoulder at this rate but he grumbles back, he’s made up his mind. and there was nothing you could do about it.

and you thought that was kinda cool.

he stretches his hand out in front of you both. “look,” is all he says. you do, and after a moment.

soft little "cracks !" and "pops !" fill your ears, they’re not from outside, but from his hand, small orange lights accompanying them. you can’t stop looking, in awe as he keeps going. you always thought katsuki’s quirk was cool, and how much he control he had over it. he’d be an awesome hero, you're sure. he made sure to tell the whole world he would be.

he insisted that you’d be his number one fan forever. you always jokingly tell him he’ll have to work for it. “watch me, then !” he’d smirk, he’d claim he’d be the strongest in the world and you’d have no choice but to beg for his autograph then. “in your dreams !” you’d quip, but it never discouraged him. you never told him you were already his biggest fan. that he was your best friend in the world, that you thought he was the coolest.

“cool..” you utter quietly.

you can hear him huff proudly next to you, then the sparks slowly stop. you turn to look back at katsuki. his face is slightly illuminated by the sparks he tries to stop, you think you see a bit of pink on his cheeks.

"who cares if you're scared..i'm here, so you don't gotta be anymore." katsuki shoves his shoulder against yours teasingly "so don't go runnin' off anymore, got it ?"

and you hope his eyes have adjusted too, so he can see you smile. you're still a little scared now that it's completely dark again. and you're still not fully convinced a monster won't pop out and try to eat the both of you. but you know katsuki isn't scared of anything, and if one does show up he'll blast it away.

and he'll light up the way for you, no matter how dark it gets.

[meow1007]

Arisu nsfw alphabet!!

— I’m gonna preface this by saying that he’s probably going to be a little mischaracterized since I genuinely believe that Arisu is a secret perv a freak a LOSER!!!! And that’s why I love him so much <3 Other than that please enjoy and thank you for the request!!

A - Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

Definitely a little clumsy, but he tries his best. Peppers your face with kisses, holds you close and always brings you a glass of water after. Has ironically (maybe) asked you to rate his performance out of /10

B - Body part (his favorite part of his and also yours)

Really likes his hands, and the fact that he’s tall. And about you? Basically everything, but he’s definitely a tits guy, doesn’t care about the size, as long as he can fall asleep with a hand under your shirt he’s a happy man trust me

C - Cum

Loves everything about it, has definitely shyly asked you if he can take a pic of your pretty face with his cum smeared all over it :(. Loves to cum in your mouth, inside you on your tits he doesn’t care as long as it’s on you!!

D - Dirty secret

One look at him is enough to tell me that he has definitely thought about stealing your panties, just the thought of having something so intimate of you makes his dick hard

E - Experience

So inexperienced and so shy at first, but he truly tries his best. Definitely used to cum in a short amount of time, but it wasn’t really a problem since he’s crazy about you and his dick would get hard again in a few minutes <3

F - Favorite position

Doesn’t have one tbh, as long as he’s inside you he’s happy. Loves having you on top and taking your nipples inside his mouth tho, also missionary so he can make out with you while he’s fucking you. The kind of guy who’s into cuddle fucking so spooning too

G - Goofy (is he serious/humorous?)

He’s not exactly cracking jokes, but after the initial tension wears off you can find yourself giggling with him

H - Hair (how well groomed is he?)

Sadly he shaves it all </3 which is weird since he looks like he doesn’t even shower but whatever

I - Intimacy

So so so romantic and so filthy at the same time. He’ll whine into your ear the most depraved things while softly kissing your neck and telling you how much he loves you

J = Jack off

Used to have a BAD porn addiction I just know it. Which was also rlly unfortunate since when he got together with you all his sex knowledge was from porn videos and the hentai he used to read, but he got better over time dw. Now if he really cannot wait long enough to fuck you he just jerks off to pics of you, they don’t even have to be sexual tbh, a selfie is enough <3

K - Kink

I see so many people categorizing him as a sub but I don’t see it tbh. Sure, he sometimes loves getting edged and overstimulated by you and even get called a good boy, but other than that he prefers having the upper hand during sex :P

Loves praising you and getting praised, also please pull his hair when he’s eating you out!! scratch his back!! leave hickeys on him!! he wants everyone to know that he’s yours.

L - Location

Wherever he can gets his hands on you fastest tbh. His room, your room, inside a car, sometimes he gets so desperate he just wants to be inside you he doesn’t even care if you’re in public/risky places

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

He’s actually so embarrassed sometimes cause even just feeling his thigh brush against yours is enough to give him a hard-on, please tell him how good he’s making you feel and I promise he won’t stop until you’re satisfied

O - Oral (giving and receiving)

At this point I headcanon everyone as an avid pussy eater but, it’s not my fault, look at him!! You could be just scrolling on your phone in bed and he’ll ask you to please let him eat you out. Grinds against the bed as he does so, maybe he cums in his pants too if he’s really turned on.

Also really loves you sucking his dick, the feeling of your throat against his cock makes him feel like the luckiest man alive. Doesn’t feel as good as you’re pussy sure, but he still loves seeing you with your nose pressed against his pelvis

Q = Quickies

While he does prefer taking things nice and slow with you, he’ll never turn one down. You’re in a rush and only have 10 minutes? Whatever he’ll just pull your panties to the side and fuck you from behind against the wall. He’s happy enough even if you just suck his dick

R - Risky (is he down to experiment?)

Tbh If you ask him to try something him I don’t think he wouldn’t be down to at least do it once.

S - Stamina

He’ll fuck you as many times as you ask he doesn’t care if he’s too sensitive, after the third round he will turn into a moaning mess though, pants into your ear as he can barely manage to thrust into you because how good the pain feels

T - Toys

Has 100% bought with Karube and Chota a pair of handcuffs as a joke, but he’s never asked you to try them. If you’re into it he loves teasing you with a vibrator too, stimulates your nipples as he teases you because he swears that you’re a good girl for him and you can come simply from that

U = Unfair

He will make you beg for his cock I don’t make the rules, other than that tho I don’t think he’s unfair. Teases you a little? Sure. Keeps rubbing your clit even after you’ve come and he promises you that you can take it and rips another orgasm from you? Also yeah.

V = Volume (how loud is he?)

He moans, he groans, he whines, he whimpers and he doesn’t care!! You’re making him feel so good, so why would he refrain himself from not showing it to you?

W = Wild card

Please pleaseeee let him film you. He promises that he’ll never show the pics/videos to anyone he just really wants to have something too look at when he misses you <3

Y - Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

He’s desperate tbh, it took him so long to discover how good sex feels and now that he knows he simply cannot take his hands off of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

It depends tbh, but usually he’s pretty tired since he always gives it his all so not that long

[fulgrims-big-naturals]

Blood raven brings you food

its the thing i said i'd do but it took me very long because ive been having random heart palpitations and that makes me scared to take my adhd meds so i didnt start it out proper so here's this out of chronology snapshot instead

oh also @slippi-the-magos

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"hello little songbird, I'm back"

You hear Ulysses cooing from the other side of the locked door along with the clinking of keys.

"i got you something~” He is singsonging with excitement, he must think you’ll like this one.

He always gets you something. A silver bracelet, some soft dresses, a book in a language you don't understand (you haven't told him you can't read it), a disk that makes rainbows when it catches the light, every day there is a new trinket for you. And food too. Three whole meals a day, with the good corpse starch, the one with the added protein. The door opens, pushing aside some rumpled fabrics by it as Ulysses steps into the room. He turns to lock the door again before flashing you a smile.

You swallow your unease to greet him “welcome back my lord” you’re trying your best to sound sweet, but the trans human dread you feel still has weight in your throat and your shoulders. Ulysses eyes light up at your voice, and grows a smile at the title.

“Thank you, you’re so sweet” he replies “and round! You’re so round and soft” he walks over to your bed and pulls you onto his lap, bringing a bag up next to you. “Look, look, I got you oranges”

The bag is full of orange spheres. They smell sweet. You furrow your brow at his excitement. They are nice, yes, but are not very intriguing.

“Do you not like oranges?” Ulysses asks, shifting his weight under you impatiently.

“Oh- no, no, I do! Thank you my lord” you have no idea what these are.

“Oh sweet thing, they’re fruits, you eat them” Ulysses giggles and plants a kiss on the top of your head. “Didn’t you know?”

“No my lord” you answer sheepishly. You still don’t know what a fruit is, but it is probably best not to ask your lord too many questions. You’ve yet to see Ulysses in a bad mood and you don’t want today to be the day you do.

Ulysses takes an orange for himself and bites into it. Seeing him, you do the same. It prickles your mouth, you wrinkle your nose up at the taste. Such a sweet smelling thing tastes so bitter. And it’s wet in the inside, like a very strange egg.

“Oh, you don’t like them.” Ulysses says disappointedly.

Your stomach drops. What would one of his angels do if you turned down his gifts? Your lord spent some of his immortal life to dote on someone undeserving like you and you meet him with ungratefulness? You don’t want to think of what he will do. You won’t think of it. You will like oranges damnit.

“No! no I do, I do” you start chomping into the orange again, getting juice all over your nose and chin. The meat of the orange is sweeter. Without the bitter shell you do quite like it. You breathe a sigh of relief and drop your shoulders.

Ulysses observes your orange based panic, and then your orange based acceptance with fascination. “Are you sure?” He cocks his head with the question.

You turn red, embarrassed to have to explain “I, uh, I thought I didn’t like it at first because the peel was so bitter, but the meat inside is sweet, so I do like them. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, I’m sure there is a way to take the peel off”

“I thought you would be angry that I rejected your gift. which I am not doing, my lord, I do like it”

“Well if you didn’t like them, then there’s just be more for me. So it’s a win-win really.”

“Oh”

He’s not mad. He wasn’t mad when you didn’t know what the Rainbow Making Sun Reflector Disk was either. Maybe being stolen wasn’t so bad? Your old lord would never have brought you gifts. And he’d throw a fit if you talked wrong or looked wrong or other reasons you still hadn’t figured out. You’d better stay on guard though, this Blood Raven hasn’t used you for anything yet, but he must’ve taken you for a reason.

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pt.2 here

[14dayswithyou]

Meowdy Saint! ^^ What sort of havoc does Teo get into? Like besides smashing taillights.... aka... what am I going to see when Im stalking checking up on him?

✦゜ANSWERED: He's quite literally tied up in your closet right now...... I fear he's not doing much!! /silly

"Teo, I don't think this is legal..."

"Aw, don't get your panties in a twist, doll." Ignoring your words, Teo easily hoists himself over the chainlink fence and throws a casual look in your direction. "You're the one who said it was getting stuffy in the nightclub. Didn't you want to cool down?"

You glance between Teo and the empty public pool on the other side of the fence. "...I did. But this wasn't what I had in mind."

"No, but it's what I had in mind." Rolling his eyes at your hesitancy towards being rebellious, Teo throws a leg back over the fence once more and jumps off. He lands in his previous spot in the dirt with a grunt and offers you a hand. "C'mere. I'll help you over."

It takes one very large, noticeable moment before your feet start to move. Hesitancy is still thick in the air — and even in the forefront of your mind — but you somehow find it hard to say no to Teo when he's giving you those soft eyes and trademark smirk.

"C'mon. It'll be fine."

"We'll get in trouble." You manage to breathe out before you feel a pair of muscular arms around your waist. There's no time for you to react as Teo wordlessly hoists you over the fence and sits you atop the large steel bar that holds everything in place — before hoisting himself over as well.

However, he doesn't seem to wait for you to join him as the taller male takes a few steps toward the pool to suss everything out. And with a satisfied nod, he finally turns back to face you once more.

"We'll get in trouble?" With a scoff, he crosses his arms over his broad chest — making a point to flex his muscles and cock out his hip. "By who? That broken diving board?"

With an eye roll, you push yourself from the fence and jump down. "I don't know, but the... authorities... or something!"

"Don't see anyone around. Just you and me here, doll."

"W-Well... What about the cameras?" Even with nothing but the moonlight to illuminate your surroundings, you can still make out the shape of something circular in the corner of the main building.

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about those." Teo drawls as he begins to tug off his shirt. "Then we should probably give that lucky security guard a show, huh."

"Are you serious?!" You purposefully look away once he starts to remove his belt buckle. Suddenly, the questionable stain on the concrete was far more interesting than your half-naked companion. "No way!"

The sounds of something metallic hitting the floor ring in your ears before more rustling follows... Until the obnoxious sounds of water splashing everywhere drown out Teo's laughter and the rapid beating of your heart.

"Aw, you feelin' shy?" Teo's teasing lilt can be heard from somewhere within the pool as you fight the urge to look in his direction. "Gonna cry? At least let me see it."

At that, you whip your head and send him a sharp glare. It's your turn now to cross your arms over your chest, but Teo doesn't seem to acknowledge it with the way he dives back into the water and sloshes around without a care in the world.

Admittedly, it did look like he was having fun — and the droplets from all his splashing did feel nice against your bare skin.

But when your silence finally kicks in and makes itself known towards the dark-haired man, he turns to you with a serious expression and ceases his antics.

"If you really don't wanna be here, then I'll drive you home." Teo mentions offhandedly, "But the water's nice 'n cool. You're honestly missing out, dollface."

Not that you'd ever admit it out loud, but Teo did look all sorts of breathtaking as he casually waded through the water. His wet, tanned skin was glistening underneath the moonlight, and it was one of the rare occasions where he'd slick his hair back to give you the perfect view of his grey eyes — which seemed to be staring back at you with an intimate gleam to them.

Choking out a stutter, you try your best to brush it off by perching yourself on the ledge and dipping your feet into the pool.

"People have probably peed in here, y'know." You kick a bit of water in your companion's direction, but he easily brushes it off and splashes you back with his hand. You don't miss the way Teo fully turns his towards you, nor how he seems to be slowly inching his way closer to your spot by the edge of the pool.

"We can do something more indecent in here if you're up for it."

"Teo!" Your voice raises a few octaves, though you don't show any other signs of protest. "Don't you have your own pool, anyway?"

"Aw, where's the fun in that? Don't you wanna experience a new kind of thrill every once in a while?"

"..."

You despised the fact that he was right. Perhaps one of the main reasons you often found yourself drawn to Teo was because of how much excitement he brought into your life. Sometimes, it was nice to break the cycle of monotony... And Teo just so happened to be one of the very few people who could do that for you.

With a resigned sigh, you glance back at Teo and move to take off your shirt.

"See? Knew there was a reason I kept you around." He gives you a genuine smile this time, but you were too preoccupied with discarding your clothing somewhere safe to notice it. "This is why you're more fun than the others."

Teo swims closer to your side now — close enough to rest against the ledge and cage your thighs with his muscular arms. And had you chosen to look down at him, you would've noticed the soft look in his eyes and the faint blush on his cheeks.

"...Thanks for indulging me all the time."

[insociometry]

id really like to see literally anything from the guys pov!!! maybe the truth or dare scene or chan pov of the kiss or felixs pov of the night ANYTHING i love seeing othrt povs cause im curious af

I got carried away on this one, I only wanted these to be like 500 words… 😅 I forgot how long this scene was hahahahaha. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into Chan being a nervous wreck 😊 Thanks for your requests, both of you!

As stated, this is an alternate POV version of the final scene from this chapter! Spoilers through RON chapter 25 below!

Chan notices you checking out way before you excuse yourself; there’s no other possibility, not with the way he’s been monitoring you all night. You’d been remarkably blasé about this whole hangout, but it hadn’t escaped his attention that this is the first time you’re seeing all of them since that first night when you hadn’t even known their names — and he knows you get overwhelmed. His pack is rowdy at the best of times, and Chan had been halfway worried that your presence would drive them into a fervor.

It hadn’t happened, though; if anything, there’s a surprising mellowness to the apartment now that you’re in it. But Chan had stayed vigilant, because it’s his job, and he’ll be damned if this goes poorly — and so he’d seen the way you’d shrunk in and dimmed down during the game, the way your eyes wandered, the way you shifted your weight, the wishy-washy smile you’d shot no one in particular when you’d excused yourself to get another drink.

If Chan were a stronger man, he’d give you space; if he were a better man, he’d send one of his pack members off to you instead. One of the more level ones, maybe, or one of the ones you seem comfortable leaning on: Minho, Changbin, Jeongin.

Instead, he lasts only a few minutes before excusing himself in turn. He sees your back through the balcony doors, windswept and brushed in moonlight, and follows after you like a man chasing goblin fire straight over the edge of a cliff.

The cold winter air does nothing to clear his head, not when he can smell the faintest hint of your scent in the wind. He takes a deep breath in anyway.

“Hey,” he says to your back as the door shudders open. “Everything alright?”

Instead of turning, you just peek at him over your shoulder, a smile in your eyes. “Yeah,” you say, soft but genuine as you motion him close, “just wanted some air.”

There’s a flush to your cheeks that could be cold or alcohol, and idly, he thinks that you aren’t wearing enough, even with what looks to be Jisung’s coat over your shoulders; you could get sick.

But he isn’t your alpha yet, so he bites his tongue before he can harp on it. “Feeling the booze?” he asks instead, casual and friendly as he leans his elbows on the balcony beside you.

Your eyes slide over him before darting away. “Not really,” you murmur evasively, returning to your vigil over the city. “Just… You know.” You nod your head to the view in front of you, as though willing Chan to look there instead of at you. “I didn’t know you guys had a balcony.”

But Chan can’t look away, so he doesn’t. “Mine doesn’t. I think Hyunjin and Bin’s might, though.”

If you mind the staring, or even notice it, you don’t say; instead, you just hum, wrapping your coat tighter around yourself. Chan has the urge to usher you inside, even fiercer than before — to pick you up, carry you in, wrap you in blankets and make you something warm to drink, to cover you in his body until you’re both the same temperature.

I’m not her alpha, he reminds himself fiercely, kicking the instinct until it stays down. I don’t have the right. I’m not her alpha.

“It’s hard to get used to the sky here sometimes,” you say then, breaking him from his thoughts as you stare up at the clouds. “It was so sunny where I grew up.”

You look so wistful — and it’s a pretty expression, even though it aches. Chan wishes he could be in your head with you, to know what you think about when you look like that, where you go, what you see.

Instead, he says, “It was pretty clear in Sydney, too. Terrible storms in the summer, but man— If you got out of the city even a little bit, winter stargazing was just unreal.”

His eyes return to you, but yours stay upwards. “You can’t really see the stars in L.A., to be honest,” you tell the night sky, pretty voice lilting and strangely raw, like this is something that aches to talk about. “Maybe up in the hills, but where I was, you’d be lucky to make out the Winter Circle, or the Big Dipper. Do you have those in Australia?”

Where were you? he wants to ask, instead of answering the question.

Before he can, you continue in a murmur. “But I do miss the sun.”

I’ll give it to you, he wants to say, nonsensical and instinctive, the alpha urge to provide and smother and protect you from whatever hurts you more overwhelming than it’s been for years — and Chan has the thought, not for the first time, that it’s dangerous to be around you. He needs to keep his head, but he just doesn’t know how — not when you’re near, not when you’re so close he could touch you. You’re his soulmate; you’re his. You’re supposed to be his.

As though reacting to the thought, his body moves before his mind, shifting so close your shoulders nearly touch. “Me too.”

Immediately, he regrets it; he’s sworn to himself time and time again that he’ll wait for you to come to him—

Then you shift closer, too. When he wraps a hesitant arm around your shoulders, you lean into his chest immediately, as easy as breathing.

Oh, he thinks as your hair tickles his neck, as your scent brushes his nose, as your body settles into his. Oh. Okay.

Chan needs to say something else or his overthinking brain is going to explode. “Do you ever think about going back?”

He regrets the question immediately; he doesn’t want you to go back; he doesn’t want you to think he wants you to go back. But you just shrug, like it doesn’t matter at all.

“Maybe for vacation or something, someday. There’s so much stuff there; I’d love to show you guys—” You turn just enough for him to watch your eyes light up, only for that light to immediately dim. “Oh, but you’ve traveled so much. I’m sure you’ve been.”

It’s cute; it’s so cute. He smiles helplessly. “We have, yeah — but always for work. It’d still be a blast to go with you.”

For a moment, you just gaze at him, expression reserved and assessing. It’s always a little scary, when you watch any of them like this: like you can see right through them, and you’re not all that impressed by what you’ve found.

Then you turn back towards the city, returning to Chan his ability to breathe. “I don’t want to move back, though,” you say finally. “I don’t need to be in Seoul forever; I don’t think I’ll ever be more attached to a place than the people in it, and I’m only here now for Soohyun, anyway. But me and Los Angeles have probably broken up for good, little visits notwithstanding.”

Soohyun again. Romantically involved or not, Chan bristles at the mention of the most important alpha in your life. Then he thinks about your words, and falls quiet for a different reason.

“Maybe Sydney would be a good fit for you, then, one day,” he says before he can lose his nerve — hands tightening on the railing, heart pounding out of his chest. “We don’t have the Big Dipper, but we’ve got the Southern Cross, and the Jewel Box — and the sun.”

Your shoulders lock, and Chan thinks for a moment that he blew it, that it was too much, and of course he shouldn’t say things like that when he’s alone with you; what if you get scared, out here on this dark balcony with the freeway underneath your feet and an alpha you barely know at your side, all of the pack members you actually know and like back in the relative safety of the apartment—

But you don’t sound scared, when you speak. Your voice is too quiet, too whisper-soft, to parse much information from at all. “What about you? Do you want to go back to Sydney?”

A nervous laugh knocks loose from Chan’s chest like a stone from a cliff face. “Maybe,” he admits, catching himself drumming his fingers on your shoulder before he forces himself to stop, “but it’s like you said— It’s less about the place and more about the people in it, right?”

It’s quiet a long moment, and Chan finds himself frozen stiff, thinking through every word, every interaction; should he move his arm? Should he go back inside? Should he ask you if you want to go back inside — because it really is too cold, and you shouldn’t be out here, with him or not, and—

Your sweet voice is like a hammer to glass. “We haven’t really gotten to spend a lot of time alone together.”

“Ah, yeah,” Chan laughs on instinct, scratching his neck as he tries to figure out the hidden meaning behind the words. “The guys are so eager to hang out with you, so—”

“And you’re not?” you ask with a cute little gasp.

Something in his chest settles at the playfulness of it, and he chuckles the rest of his nerves out, resisting the urge to squeeze you like a stress ball. “Of course I am,” he says, because of course he is; how you could even joke about it is beyond him. “But I’m their leader. I like to give them what they want.”

In the next breath, you spin directly into his arms, your back to the view and your hands on his chest. It’s a precarious position; you’re too close to the railing, and even though you’re too short to be at risk of tipping over, he wants to yank you away anyway. It’s not safe; it’s too cold; you shouldn’t be here — and his hand is squeezing your arm on instinct, nearly pulling you forwards, towards the door. It isn’t safe—

“What about what you want?” you ask, breaking him from his thoughts once more. “What about what I want?”

He’s fucked the moment he looks down and locks eyes with yours — because you’re so pretty, and so focused, and once you have his attention, you don’t let it go. He’s sure he must look like a fool, off-guard and gobsmacked; he’s sure, too, that you must notice the way his eyes dart down to your mouth.

Fuck, you’re pouting. Just like that, the anxious edge dies down, something hotter and more eager springing into its place.

When he licks his lips, your eyes trace the motion — and he’s speaking before he can second-guess it. “And what exactly do you want, babygirl?”

Your dark, shiny eyes glance back up at his own, then back to his mouth. Your lips part, gloss sparkling under the dim moonlight, and you’re so pretty—

Chan doesn’t realize he’s tilting forward until he’s already forcing himself back. “Shit, sorry,” he mutters, straightening his back and preparing to disengage, to walk away with his tail between his legs, to let you go. “We’ve been drinking, and you were just talking about when you don’t feel ready—”

Your hand around his wrist is too small to reasonably have such a powerful hold. “You know neither of us are drunk,” you say petulantly, stomping your foot; and it’s too cute; you’re too cute; he’s going to devour you— “And I’m not made of glass. Don’t treat me like I am.”

The sudden urge to kiss you is nearly overwhelming; Chan holds himself back by the skin of his teeth. He stares down at you — and electrifyingly, you stare right back.

Then you take a breath, and the tension simmers down. “Two of your packmates have tried to kiss me recently,” you say suddenly, tilting your head to the side. “Did you know about that?”

How could you have space in your head to think about anything else, after the moment the two of you just shared? Chan’s own brain is still struggling to catch up, stuck in your orbit, spinning round and round.

“I knew about Hyunjin,” he admits once he gets his sea legs. “He told me right away. Innie was a surprise.”

When you smile, it’s like the sun breaking over the horizon; he’s helpless to do anything but smile right back.

Then the smile drops, and you tilt your head again, assessing and inquisitive. “And you don’t… mind?”

The weight of your gaze is so heavy; it drags him right back down to earth, where you aren’t his and he isn’t yours. Not yet; not in any way that he can put a name to.

Still, he likes you — almost too much, so that he can barely meet your gaze, as nervous and gun-shy as a little boy. “We’re a pack,” he finally manages, eyes down, face warm. “We do everything together.”

Chan hopes you know what he means: that they want you, that they’re willing to put competition and jealousy aside to pursue you. He’s terrified you won’t, but equally as terrified you will; on instinct, his fingers tap patterns on your upper arm, light and barely there.

“If that’s what you’re asking,” he finishes in a murmur.

A hand comes up to cup his cheek — small and gentle, painfully cold. Even down to your voice, you’re so delicate it hurts his heart. “Even this?”

It takes him a moment to even remember what you’re referring to, lost as he is staring awestruck into your eyes. It’s dark out here on the balcony, but only as dark as the city ever gets; light reflects off your skin, your hair, distant gleams and stray colors setting you glowing like an angel.

You want him, he thinks suddenly — and maybe he shouldn’t, but just because Chan is cautious doesn’t make him a saint. You want him, and by god, he wants you back — desperately, hungrily, cloying and coiling.

“Let me ask you again,” he breathes, leaning towards you, watching the way your eyes widen with single-minded focus. “What do you want from me, baby?”

Your answer is instant, like you’ve been waiting for this, too.

“Scent me,” you whisper, as soft as the beat of a butterfly’s wing. “Kiss me.”

It would take a stronger man than Chan to say no.

Kissing you is like heaven: your hand in his, your skin soft, your gloss smudging over his lips. He freezes the moment you make contact — and it couldn’t be longer than a second or two, but even that much is nearly overwhelming. Dizzily, he thinks that he has no idea how he even landed in this situation. He’s kissing you.

But when you tilt your head, pressing in deeper — Chan panics, and pulls away.

He wasn’t supposed to be first. He’s glad you like him enough to kiss him, but — jealousy is already so rampant in the pack, and he’s the leader; he’s supposed to be easing tensions, smoothing things over, fixing it.

Maybe you just needed his permission before you could get at the other members? It’s a little old-school, but you surprise him all the time. Maybe it isn’t about him at all. He shouldn’t get ahead of himself. He can’t afford to, not when there’s so much on the line for all of them.

Desperately, Chan shoves all his uncertainties and every thump of his lovestruck heart in a box and kicks it as far away as possible. “Are you cold?’ he blurts with an awkward smile as he leans safely out of your space.

You blink your eyes open, looking confused. Chan’s smile sits stiff on his face, and he barely manages to fulfill the other part of your request — rubbing his wrist to the scent gland behind your ear, smearing you in his scent, catching an addicting hint of your own — before the door is opening behind you.

“Oh?” Seungmin’s voice says — deceptively light, though Chan isn’t blind to the poison there. Then, in a shout: “Found them.”

Even as the others come over to snoop, Chan can’t bring himself to look away from you. He watches your attention drift: first to Seungmin, pulling you back inside, tutting over your cold hands, and then the others, one after another. His packmates; his beloved family; the people he’d do anything for. He’d give them whatever they wanted — even this. Even you.

You’re just as pretty in the warm glow of the kitchen lights. It suits you more, he thinks wistfully: being there, being with them, Felix taking the coat from your shoulders and Minho tugging playfully on the ends of your hair. It was too cold to be out here anyway, in the middle of winter. It just wasn’t the right time.

You glance over your shoulder once before Hyunjin successfully leads you away. Chan watches you take one last look at him, an unreadable expression on your pretty face, before you turn, and he’s left staring at your back once more.

[diorgirl444]

From one matt dilly girl to another...🤨

cowboy!dallas how do we feel

Like full on texan accent omggg- 🤭🤭

you get it oh my godddddd. maybe bcs i’m english but this is so mouthwatering to me i can’t even lie to you!!! so much that i’ve written a few cutesy lil hcs for it xxx

cowboy! dallas winston x farmer’s daughter! reader

warnings: bad writing! (girlies i’ve never kissed anyone or flirted so my expression only comes from writing fanfiction so it may not be the most realistic i’m afraid), fem! reader, very self indulgent, unspecified time period. poor understanding of american history i’m english please go easy on me, idk how many words <3

• okay so i see your cowboy! dallas winston and i raise you runaway outlaw! dallas winston posing as a farmhand on reader’s family farm

• i’m thinking he’s an outlaw because after getting in a fight with his alcoholic father he ran away with their horse and in order to survive he stole from carriages and things. a regular billy the kid you know?

• except it’s not easy for a seventeen year old out on his lonesome on all that land and with the law looking for you. but he has no choice so he keeps running till he reaches a farm far, far out west. that night he is so, so tired that he hides in their barn planning to wake up early so he doesn’t get caught.

• but he hasn’t been able to sleep properly in days so he fully crashes. he wakes up that morning with a girl leaning over him pressing her cool hand to his forehead, the sunlight from the open barn makes her hair like a halo and she’s in a beautiful white nightdress and so he briefly wonders if he’s died and she’s one of heavens angels.

• the allusion shatters when she’s realised he’s woken and she calls “daddy he’s alive!” and then his eyes widen and he realises there’s a whole family crowded around him. he excepts to be shouted, to be threatened maybe even hit but instead the wrinkled old man who he assumes is the father of the house says in a gruff but not unkind voice “you got a place to stay son?”

• dallas is vaguely aware that he doesn’t know these people that they could report him to their nearest sheriff or worse eat him or something gruesome like that. but something about the apple cheeked girl, the twin little boys in mismatched plaid and the kind eyes in the wrinkled faces of the parents has him feeling at ease and so he admits “no sir”

• the mother nudges her husband who nods before speaking “well sonny you’re in luck. i’m in need of a farmhand. can’t pay ya but i can offer ya food and board for you and that horse of yours. does that sound like a deal boy?” dallas nods, hardly believing his luck.

• the girl smiles widely and softly whispers to him “i told daddy we should keep you” he decides not to tell her that she could keep him forever if she wanted. maybe it’s a bit early for that yet.

• he falls into a routine pretty quickly at the farm. he does all the hard labour that the father of the house is too old to do now like cutting firewood or rounding the cattle up. he always catches sight of the girl picking fresh fruit and prancing around the farm in her cute little cowboy boots and his heart aches.

• what he doesn’t know is the parents have noticed the way him and their daughter look at each other or ankles press together under the table so they’re always trying little things to get them together. like sending her out to give him glasses of sweet iced tea or getting him to ride their horses with her.

• it finally happens though late one hot august evening. the farm is lazy for a change with most people napping trying to beat the heat. she’s eating cherries and staining lips and hands on the porch swing whilst intently a very sweaty shirtless dallas work on the farm.

• he catches her looking and grins saying “you know what they say about cherry stems?” she shakes her head, batting her lashes at him absentmindedly and he seems to grin even wider.

• “well if you can tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. means you’re a good kisser” his honeyed southern tone drawls out.

• almost in a trance she hands him a cherry stem and flushes bright red when he cockily sticks his tongue out flashing the knotted up cherry stem. “my turn” she tells him trying to distract herself from the growing butterflies in her stomach.

• “nah doll i got another way to check for you” before she can ask what is, he’s leaning over the porch railings and kissing her. she eagerly kissed him back letting her cherry stained fingers grab onto his hair and he’s groaning slightly against his lips. they probably would of gone further has it not been for the cough behind them.

• they awkwardly pull away, her with red cheeks and dallas with red ears and they meet her fathers gaze “happy to see you two finally pulled it together but if you’re gonna act like dogs in heat do that where the lord can’t see you, hm kids?” he gives them a knowing smile as he walks off.

• and well they listen to him and disappear off the barn hand in hand just as they one day will leave the local chapel dressed in white….

[crackbby]

AUGH imagine megumi walking in on yuji dying his pretty pink haiirrr !1 .. (they're so cute (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ )

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yuji squints his eyes as he looks into the mirror, dipping his head down a certain angle so he could see the top of his head juusst right. his roots were starting to show and he didn't like it.. he was so used to the pink hair that his regular dark brown hair just seemed.. dirty. he groaned and opened the mirror cabinet, forcing his way through all of the products he had stuffed in there messily and cursing himself for not caring about organization. (not like he would fix it any time soon.)

he pulled out his trusty GDY hair dye in the shade 'Pink Puff'. he used to use Ex-Girl but it was a bit too vibrant for his gentle eyes. along side that, he grabbed his Manic Panic hair bleaching kit. he was told multiple times that it didn't work good and it damages your hair, but if it did then his hair wouldn't feel so soft! "i hate doin' this.." he mumbled to himself, stretching gloves on his hands and grabbing his dye brush. he always hated doing it himself because he would get neck cramps from craning his neck down so low, but he had no other choices! nobara wasn't there to help him and he didn't want to bother megumi with the tassk sooo.. unfortunately for him, his moving and digging around had alerted megumi and beckoned him to investigate the noise. he ignored his legs going numb from sitting in one place for so long and started walking towards the bathroom, quietly opening the door as he reached his destination. his eyes softened at the sight of yuji bending at the waist to get a good look at himself in the mirror and the tip of his tongue peeking from his lips in concentration. now intruiged, megumi stayed silent and watched as yuji huffed and puffed as he slathered hair bleach on his roots. megumi refused to admit it but he found himself with a small smile teasing at his expression until he cleared his throat to startle yuji. "i haven't seen you like this in so long, i almost forgot your hair wasn't natural." he says, now walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. yuji, who was now wide-eyed and his heart racing from the sudden scare, focused his eyes back on the mirror and bent over a little more to see the top of his head. "oh shush.." he groans playfully, "did i boher you?" "hm? oh, no. i just got curious. you're really loud." megumi responded, leaning against the wall an watching dreamily while yuji looked so focus on his hair. he just thought he looked so cute. not like he would say it out loud anyways.. "aagh.. sorry." yuji apologized before letting out another agitated sigh at finding another piece of his hair that needed some bleaching. he then formed a plan that maybe if he subtly complained enough, megumi woud offer his help and he wouldn't have to do it himself!! he sighed and sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying and hoping to get megumi's attention... until... "do you need help?" "yes god, please!"

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[satoruxx]

I AM FINALLY ALMOST DONE WITH WOLF TOJI I THINK I’LL POST IT TOMORROW

[ox-imagines]

In Loving Arms | Cirrus x Reader

Ok y'all. This man. I'm in no way normal about him. He got rid of my writer's block and possessed me to write this. He's from Obscura, a visual novel by @/rottenraccoons, and I may be insane but I love him. Starting to think my favorite color's red at this point... anyway uhh... Ik most of you are here for TDB stuff but!! Pls give him a chance he's so 🤌

No warnings, pretty much just fluff, AFAB reader + mild period mentions, established relationship (?). WC: 1569 words

“Cirrus?” Your voice softly sounded through his little study from your spot at the door.

He didn’t turn to face you, but a soft hum emanated from him. “Do you need something, little star?”

“Cirrus…” you repeated, almost feebly. This time, he turned. You could imagine just from the shape of his mouth what his expression looked like under his mask: eyebrows drawn and eyes just a tad wider than usual in surprise and concern. 

“What bothers you?” He collected himself again, his expression neutralizing somewhat, though you could still feel his eyes on you. You simply took a tired, tentative step forward, as if asking permission to come in. Cirrus took in the sight of you; your mask was off, which you didn’t make a habit of during the day, and your face was pale, pained tension evident on your face and in your stance. When you still said nothing, simply staring at him with achingly owlish eyes, he stood, a tender smile gracing his lips. He closed the distance between you, leaning down slightly and hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your face up. “I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s the matter, little star… I know you wouldn’t have bothered me while I’m working if it wasn’t important, right?” Though his smile had been genuine, something icy needled its way into his tone, a clear implication of punishment if you were disturbing him without cause.

Normally, that wouldn’t have bothered you; you’d grown accustomed to his threats and you usually stayed in line. But normally, you also wouldn’t deign to bother him while he was working to begin with. You couldn’t move, couldn’t pull away now when he was so close, close so that you could smell the incense that clung heavily to the thick cotton of his robes, close so that you could feel his finger under your chin, the fabric of his glove soft against your uncomfortably warm skin. You couldn’t move to tell him why you’d come to him, no; it seemed embarrassing now, and likely wasn’t a wish he’d care to indulge. You couldn’t move as pain seized your abdomen and lanced up your back.

Your eyes stung slightly, tears you hadn’t realized were building threatening to slip down your cheeks. “I’m… sorry,” you managed, barely a whisper. Cirrus wasn’t going to let go of you until you either explained or he got tired of waiting for you to do so.

At the sight of your impending tears, his mouth curled down. “Unless you’re referring to the fact you’re disrupting my work, you have nothing to apologize for that I know of. Either way, I can’t help you if you refuse to explain yourself. I can tell you’re in pain, little star, but see no visible reason for it. Is there something you want from me to help with your pain?”

“I’m…” you sighed, your cheeks flushing and your watery eyes finally breaking his gaze, despite him still holding your face up to his. “Yes… though not in the way you’re thinking.”

“Elaborate.”

“It’s just, a certain time of the month… and it’s usually not this bad. I, I don’t want any of your potions or concoctions to try and get rid of the pain, I just want,” your voice died in your throat and your eyes flicked back up to his. “...you. I know how busy you are, but it hurts so bad. I just want to be held.” Your eyes drifted away again.

Cirrus’s thumb brushed up along your cheek, catching a tear that had finally fallen. He couldn’t deny that something swelled in his chest at your words, something strong and cloyingly sweet, and almost prideful. Many a pitiful face had crossed before him asking for help, but it was always parasocial to a degree, and assumed him as a median between the beggar and the Lunar God. Yet here you were, disrupting his work with a much more personal request. He wasn’t sure when you’d become so important to be able to ask such a thing, let alone for him to consider agreeing. For a long time, the only things he’d given importance were the ones that aided and promoted his goals. And yet…

And yet he’d let you in, slowly but surely. And yet he’d gotten almost attached to you, to your presence and your fire and the sweetness of your voice. You could never come between him and his mission, you both knew that, and yet at some point he decided it wouldn’t hurt to share parts of himself with you as long as you stayed in line. “Sweet little star,” his smile returned, uncharacteristically gentle. “Come, then.” The priest released your face and drew you into his side. “Though you’re in pain now, pain cleanses. It’s your body’s own penance for not bearing a child.” Though I’m sure neither of us would prefer that alternative as a solution, he refrained from adding. He spoke soothingly to you as he navigated through the church to your room, filling the silence as you remained quiet. “It’s necessary and natural for nearly every species’ females; though if you’re in an abnormal amount of pain, perhaps we should have someone confirm everything is operating normally.”

Thankfully, though the church was large its layout wasn’t especially complex, and the two of you had reached your room before long. Cirrus guided you over through the plain room to your bed. “You’re certain you need nothing but my company?”

You nodded slightly as you climbed onto the bed, half-sitting for a moment as you fixed your eyes on him nervously. It was unlike him to do something as ‘pointless’ as getting in bed in the middle of the day and you weren’t convinced he wouldn’t leave now that you were settled in. But instead of leaving, the towering man lowered himself carefully to the edge of your bed with a soft, resigned sigh. Carefully, he slipped his mask from his face. As far as you knew, you were the only one who got to see him without it, and that was already rare, usually only happening when the two of you slept in the same bed. Piercing golden eyes fixed on you in a look you would’ve considered loving from most people; Cirrus was a little harder to decipher. There was no doubt that he’d developed some sort of soft spot for you, but you also still weren’t sure if he was capable of truly loving something. Though, you’d started to think that, just maybe, he had a different view of love than most. That he truly viewed his ritualistic practices as some sort of spiritual cleanse (though there was no denying he got some level of personal enjoyment from them as well) and that he thought he was performing them out of some twisted place of love. It was a dangerous line of thought, you knew that, but the closer you felt you got to him, the more you doubted he was really all that bad.

“What’s got you thinking so hard, little star?” Cirrus slowly began to lay down, earning a sad look from you as he laid on the covers rather than under them. With a soft chuckle, he adjusted, sidling close.

“Just… you.” You snuggled into his side, thankful for his warmth as you curled into him. Hesitantly, he reciprocated. His large body wrapped around you, comfortable. Safe.

“Me? Well. I’m flattered.” Another quiet laugh escaped him, though this one sounded mildly more sarcastic.

“Cirrus?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

The heavy silence of the old building was your response. You’d expected about as much.

“You don’t have to say it back, but I just… you’ve become important to me in a way I never could’ve comprehended. I guess I don’t know if it’s love or just some sort of… affectionate dependance, but time will tell. What I do know is, despite everything, I trust you. If that makes me crazy, so be it. But for better or for worse, I’m here, and I’m going to stay at your side as long as you’ll let me. Even still, I don’t know you that well, but I’m willing to bet I know you better than anyone else under or above this godforsaken mountain, the real you. I can only know as much as you let me know, though, so… thank you for letting me in, Cirrus. I hope I can continue to get to know and love all of you.” Once you’d finished your little speech, you tilted your head back to look at him. The look on his face was one you’d possibly never seen. Raw, soft surprise was etched across his features. Ever-collected, he corrected the look quickly, but he was too keen to think you’d missed it.You tucked your head back into his chest with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, little star. I’ll do my best not to misplace your trust.” His smirk was practically audible in his voice. You really were something, weren’t you? It was always a tossup between the two of you who was two steps ahead, despite him rarely ever losing the upper hand. His arms encircled you, pulling you ever so slightly further into him, and you could’ve sworn you felt him kiss the top of your head. “Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”

[blaithnne]

I think my one complaint about Anders is that I wish we’d seen him leave of his own accord at least once. Unfortunately I doubt that would be possible due to time constraints but, I think if we’d gotten to see how Hilda was affected by him actually leaving and not being fairynapped it would have better shown what kind of person he is, and been a really good representation of what a lot of real kids go through. That moment where Hilda finally realised her Father abandoned her is so heartbreaking, raw, and real, and the fact that it’s later revealed he didn’t kind of undermines that.

I’m not against Anders changing for the better - it’s a kids show, and it makes sense they’d want to give him a character arch instead of just introducing him to be a dick lol. It also makes sense for his character to have nearly losing his entire family forever be a wake up call for him. But I wish we’d gotten more time with him, and really seen the effects of him leaving for real. Without that, we can generally assume that it had the same effect as him being kidnapped did in canon, but it’s just not the same.

I’m of the opinion that introducing Hilda’s dad as a concept was a good decision, and I don’t think it undermines the shows found family. It gives Hilda a relatable and realistic aspect to her that I think is important for kids in similar situations to see. I am, however, very biased in that regard.

My biological father was an asshole who fucked off before I was born, but I’ve had no absence of family or fatherly role models - I’m very close with my adoptive dad and my grandad. But that didn’t mean I never had questions, or insecurities.

It’s easy to look at fictional tropes and say that found family is clearly superior and biology doesn’t mean shit, and that’s true! But when you’re living in that reality, when you’re young and coming to terms with it for the first time, it’s hard. Especially when you’re surrounded by people who all have blood relations with their families, and when the person you’re related to is regarded as a dick. it really makes you feel isolated and like there’s something wrong with you, like you’re an outsider — you’re different.

Real life people are messy and have insecurities that defy reason, you might logically know that biology doesn’t matter, but when you’re thirteen and insecure and full of inner turmoil, you can’t help but feel bad.

Personally, as I got older, I met people in similar situations and realised I wasn’t alone, that it was okay to have those feelings but it didn’t make them true. But at that age, having grown up in a rural community, I really was alone.

Hilda’s insecurities in season 3 are a great representation of that, she feels like she’s never had a proper family, this thing with Frida, David, Tontu, Alfur and Johanna and Astrid is all new to her. You can tell her Father’s absence has hurt her, how she’s felt different and alone and like something was missing. Hilda defines her worth through her relationships with others, how she can help them make them happy, it destroyed her when she felt like she failed Frida, imagine how she feels about her father.

What I think season 3 was missing was for Hilda to realise that she doesn’t need Anders, and that her happiness isn’t reliant on him being there, I wish she’d had a tad more agency in the relationship, yk? She wants him to be in her life, and he’s going to make an effort now to do that, but she has a support system in place and will be perfectly fine without him. I wish the show had properly acknowledged that just because this is how things ended up, it wasn’t the only option — with or without Anders, Hilda would still have been happy with her family in the end, the fact that he’s a part of it is a nice bonus, but not an essential one.

In general, I think Anders is the best they could do with the time they were given. Having him be a realistic shitty dad who loves his daughter but is just so bad at it is relatable and realistic, though I wish they’d better emphasised that just because he loves hers that doesn’t make his actions okay (perhaps by slightly altering Johanna’s moment with Hilda at the end of The Job), because it’s clear, I think, as a diehard fan, but might not be for more casual viewers.

Having him be redeemable and stick around to do better is a good conclusion for his arch, it’s a happy ending all around and makes sense for the story - it could’ve been weird if they just had him show up and then immediately leave with zero resolution to his character, unless they made him an all out irredeemable abuser, which I think would’ve been worse than what we got. Portraying abusers as unforgivable and cartoonish villains only makes it harder for real life victims to recognise their situations, so if it couldn’t be portrayed properly (which thanks to time constraints and the overall narrative I don’t believe it could be) I’m glad they went with something else.

What we’ve got is, and I know I’ve said this many times lol, a realistic depiction of a crappy, absentee father, that young viewers can recognise and relate to. On that end, the biggest issues are Hilda’s lack of agency within their storyline, since she has no control in the resolution of their relationship, young people looking to this show for ways to cope with their own situations might be discouraged by the end resolution of “he decided to stick around”, since that resolution rests on his decision, not Hilda’s, if that makes sense.

TLDR; Overall, I think Anders’ was a good character and the best that could’ve been done with what the team was given, but,

A) I wish we’d gotten to see him leave of his own accord at least once, so that Hilda’s final realisation that he left her on purpose has more impact and doesn’t loose its meaning in retrospect, and,

B) That Hilda had more agency in the final resolution of their dynamic, that their happily ever after wasn’t entirely reliant on Anders swearing he won’t leave. An alternative solution, maybe presented earlier on in the season when he first left, that provided her with a coping mechanism/outlet in case he does, so that her happiness and mental health isn’t in his hands, would’ve been pretty neat.