#The first episodes seem so simple and now?

[egophiliac]

Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !

Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)

I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!

someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)

uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE

[swampjawn]

Dungeon Meshi Episode 7 was super interesting from an adaptation standpoint - this'll be a little different from what I usually write about (though I do still talk about the animation in the full video).

Studio Trigger have never done a straight-up manga adaptation before - and led by Yoshihiro Miyajima, a big fan of the manga who pushed hard for the adaptation to get made, and who has never directed a full series before, it was unclear if they'd be able to find the right balance between a simple panel-for-panel recreation and making something that's completely different.

And in the first few episodes, you could really feel the tension between the influence of a cautious young creative with great respect for the source material, and a studio with a unique established visual style. It kinda seemed like they were ping-ponging willy-nillily between the two sides of that spectrum.

But this episode showed that Miyajima (and series writer Kimiko Ueno) can take 3 chapters, slice them up and rearrange them into a cohesive-feeling episode while taking into account the differences between screen and page, and using them to their advantage.

Starting with the way the water looks. This line from the manga describes a faint magical glow to the water in this lake and you can see that the cavern fades into darkness above, but Kui's illustration style doesn't really define lighting and shadows very much compared to the cel-drawing style of animation. So the animators took the opportunity to use the water as the light source, and make a whole episode that's lit almost entirely from below. It really gives an otherworldly feeling to this area.

Particularly when the Kelpie shows up, that under-lighting works wonders to define its anatomy within the relatively simple line art.

What do you do when you can't show the immense fuck-off scale of a monster with a beautiful full-page spread like this?

Well you use what you do have: the ability to move the camera instead. This is such a great way to communicate the scale of this thing, AND such a great way to show some of Senshi's anime-original butt-cheeks!

This is one of my favorite shots from this episode - this whole sequence is super hectic, cutting quickly from character to character, but they use tricks like this to keep you from getting confused. This is framed much like it is in the manga, but with the moving image, they're able to use the trajectory of the fish head in the background to lead your eye directly from Chilchuck, right to the point where Senshi pops up in the foreground and transition seamlessly from one character to another!

Now, it's not all good - I am a bit disappointed that they removed Marcille's own Senshi-style soap-making montage, which was the perfect visual representation of the culmination of the character development and understanding built between Senshi and Marcille.

It's a shame to see it go.

I get more into that, what else was cut, and much more in this video where I broke down the entire episode!

Check it out if you feel like it. If you don't, jump in a ditch, cover yourself in leaves and jump out at people as they walk by.

Thanks for reading!

[minghaoes]

pouty cuddles [drabble]

mingyu comes home after a day of filming gose and everyone's been meaner to him than usually. what else could he need than being in your arms and dramatically complain about his members, who he loves dearly?

TAGS: kim mingyu x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, the members are mean to mingyu but he's handling it like a champ (he isn't)

WORD COUNT: 800 words

a/n: my first seventeen fic !! i haven't written fanfics in a minute and i'm a bit rusty so it's shorter than what i will post in the future, but i hope that y'all will enjoy it nevertheless :) please let me know what you think and happy reading !!

Mingyu was pouting. His lower lip was slightly puffed, his cheeks looked a little rounder than they usually did, and his eyes, his eyes were big and brown as they looked right into yours. His head was resting on your chest close to your chin, and Mingyu could not stop staring at your face. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he seemed comically small in that moment. 

Your left hand softly caressed the warm skin on his back, as the fingers on your right slowly played with his curls. Mingyu sighed quietly and leaned into your touch, not before exaggerating his pout just a little bit more. It was enough to make you coo at him and press a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose.

“They were mean to me,” Mingyu said, the pout ever so evident in his voice. You suppressed a laugh and indulged in his behaviour. “Who was mean to you, baby?”

Mingyu closed his eyes at the pet name and pressed his body even closer to yours. His body felt heavy on yours, but still comfortable. The warmth radiating from his body was enough to keep you warm, to keep you happy. 

“The members,” he mumbled, and shuffled a bit further up. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he complained: “They said I’m always scared.”

It took you a lot of self restraint to not start laughing. Granted, Mingyu had not been telling you what today’s episode was about, but considering you know how your boyfriend behaved in certain situations, the members’ statement was not that far off from the truth. Yet, the pout on Mingyu’s face was enough to have you reconsider agreeing with them, even playfully. Instead, you opted for lightly scratching his head and pressing a kiss on top of his hair. “My poor baby.”

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu nodded. His lips grazed the skin of your neck and you smiled, hugging him closer to your chest. In response, Mingyu hummed and kissed the same spot softly. He kept kissing you over and over again, until he started speaking again.

“I’m not actually mad at them,” he confessed, and you hummed, “Who would have thought.”

“HOWEVER,” he interrupted you sassily, another pout already forming on his plush lips, “I’m not scared of everything.”

You smiled at him, but Mingyu only furrowed his eyebrows. Your right hand wandered further down from his hair to his forehead, to massage the worry line gently. 

“I’m not scared of being with you,” Mingyu confessed quietly. His eyes flickered back down, feeling less confident now that you reciprocated his gaze. “I’m not scared of committing to you. To give myself to you.”

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You tried to sit up straight, but Mingyu would not let you. Instead, you opted for hugging him with both of your arms around his neck. 

“Where’s that coming from, darling?”

Mingyu whined and put his head back into place right in the crease of your neck, right on top of your shoulder. 

“Just been thinking ‘bout marriage a lot lately, that’s all,” he replied casually, not knowing that the simple words made your heart beat just a little bit faster than it already did. 

“Yeah?” you replied breathlessly, trying your best to maintain your breathing. Mingyu nodded again, sounding a bit more insecure this time. “If that’s what you’re considering too. No pressure if you’re not interested. I mean, I would be hurt by it, but I respect any decision you might mak-” 

Giggling, you pulled Mingyu’s head up to press a kiss on his lips. Your hand was holding his cheek and caressing the soft skin below your fingertips. In turn, Mingyu’s eyes returned to your face, the same big and brown eyes you had grown to love. The pout was evident on his lips again, and in response, you kissed him over and over again, until the lovesick frown returned to his brows, his eyes softer than you have ever seen them.

“Of course I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose. Mingyu turned his head upwards, trying to catch your lips with his. He whined when you pulled away, his lips returning to his natural pout. 

“Baby,” he said, his eyes switching back and forth between your eyes and your lips, “that’s unfair. I’m still sad. Why are all of you always mean to me?”

You cooed and littered his entire face with kisses. Mingyu giggled at your antics and sighed contentedly. For now, you did not have to know that his members had been nagging him about proposing to you. The box he was hiding in his sock drawer was also completely unrelated to his theatrics. 

[gentlemanjuniper]

If I could inject just a little positivity to the news...

Season 2 has a lot of filler and stretches out a pretty simple mystery to six episodes. That's the appeal to some, I get it. But tightness and focus was not its strong suit. I remember feeling like it wasted a ton of time on side characters and it's possible shaving the story down to 90 minutes will skim things down to its most essential beats and be stronger for it. Basically, S2 got a lot of time given to it, and this is obviously my personal opinion but I don't think it used all of it well. I think S2 itself could have been half the length simply by employing more efficient storytelling and we'd not mourn too much.

A lot of S2's weaker plotlines feel built around people that Neil wanted to work with again, with so many recurring actors (I'm thinking of the zombies specifically, when that minisode could have easily been tighter without them). A lot of s2 to me feels like Neil just making work for the people he likes and wants to work with and a movie has to be more accountable to things like that.

Lots of entire fandoms exist around single movies. 90 minutes is not nothing. It's enough for many, many films to tell a complete story with cute character interactions and satisfying emotional arcs, especially when A&C are the only real significant connecting threads between both seasons thus far.

I don't think there are as many loose threads that absolutely need resolving as people may be thinking. Would I like to know why Aziraphale did the '40s apology dance? Would I like to see his bookshop gun? Sure. Are either of those necessarily essential to closing out the story? I don't think so. Really, what needs resolving is the second coming and, directly connected to that, Aziraphale and Crowley's rift. To me, not knowing the story obviously, that seems super reasonable to do in 90 minutes?

I don't think anyone involved in the final season can possibly be blind to the appeal of the show being Aziraphale and Crowley over anything else. That's certainly the reason why their roles were expanded to begin with from the book and why the second season was, nominally, all about them. They also now have to pay MS and DT for appearing in a movie rather than an ensemble show, there's no way they won't be front and center. Amazon wants a show that will make money and market itself; there's a reason why all the promo material for S2 was of Crowley and Aziraphale, because people engage with that stuff, reblog it, make art that promotes the show, etc. It makes no artistic or financial sense to make a movie that sidelines them.

GO is at its best when it has Terry's voice most strongly in it. That's why to me, S2 was a weaker, more meandering season overall (that, and I think the minisodes, while fun, just make the season feel comprised of different voices not always working in tandem towards a common goal). If I was a writer hired to condense a season into a film, and one of the authors had been rightfully disgraced, I would go out of my way to ensure the clearly Terry stuff is most significantly emphasized. It's telling to me that the Pratchett estate is producing and it's possible that the end result will result in more Terry, less Neil.

Think of it this way: everything we've gotten after S1 has always been extra. Imagine telling a fan of the book in the 90s that not only will you get a six episode adaptation, you also get a totally new second season, AND a movie?

Basically: I know this is disappointing but I think a lot of the pleasure of the Good Omens fandom was ALWAYS people picking up on and expanding on details, and y'all managed to do that just fine when A&C were only ensemble members in S1. You can and will do that with a movie too. And this solution both a) ensures first and foremost that Neil won't be involved or the allegations swept under the rug, and b) gives an opportunity for the heart of the story to be emphasized with greater focus, clarity and less filler.

Will we lose good stuff? Probably. But it's also possible we will get a tighter, more condensed, focused version of the best bits, the Terry Pratchett-est bits. I can easily see a 90 minute movie that, knowing they HAVE to focus on the important stuff now, is more Crowley and Aziraphale centric than ever.

[essycogany]

Rare But Not So Rare Sonic Moments

Sonic Swooning Over Amy

So, Sonic’s been kind of the driving force of Sonamy recently. Let’s analyze that.

I’ll show Sonic having feelings for Amy in almost every media aside from Fleetway and the two cartoons she isn’t in. I’ll also present the “whys” in more detail then just “Amy calmed down.” While that’s part of it, I’d like to add my own can of worms. And possible headcanons too. Bear in mind I never grew up with Sonic, so forgive my mixed opinions.

While I love Amy having a crush on Sonic like the energetic sugarplum she is, nowadays Sonic’s oddly been the drive of their dynamic. Any examples of it beforehand? Let’s look outside of the games first.

Sonic X

This Sonic takes more time to himself. He’s introverted, so his feelings for her isn’t displayed as obviously as the others. In fact, most people think he didn’t like her in this show because of how much he runs away. He even manipulated her by flirting in one episode. In my opinion this show has Sonic running away from Amy more often than not. Hot take: Sonic and Amy never had a real conversation either. They don’t…talk like they do now. Unless you count,

“Oh, Sonic I love you!” “Ah! C’mon, Amy. Knock it off!” No, it wasn’t constant but still common.

From my point of view, the conversations were short lived to none existent. It was the same in the earlier games too. Compared to how they talked to other characters or now, you might be able to notice. At least until Sonic And The Black Night were he talks to both The Lady Of The Lake and Amy. The two would also have visual gags of Sonic getting aggressively hugged by Amy. Or Amy falling on her face while trying. Aside from one moment in Sonic Riders where Sonic put Amy in danger, it wasn’t good or bad. Just cartoony for lack of a better term.

Maybe I’m just insane. You decided.

Anyhow, their dynamic in X is clearly built on actions. Like Amy giving Sonic a seashell bracelet and Sonic giving her a rose. Those little things. While I do prefer them being able to hold longer conversations, I don’t mind how X handles them. But let’s get to Sonic’s crush. I assume in Sonic X Sonic is conflicted. He’ll run away from Amy or try to pull from her on most occasions and others Sonic would constantly hold onto her when he doesn’t have to. For a long period on time no less. Amy’s the same way. One moment she’d be head over heels and other she’s bashful. Goes to show how young they were I guess. I have no clue as to why Sonic liked her back because there wasn’t much to go off of. Except the bracelet moment or her general kindness like feeding him one time. She was a bit much to him and most characters back then.

It’s possible Sonic just liked her and that was it, but I’d imagine due to all of the hand holding and small reciprocated gestures were enough to convey something was there. Straight forward and simple like the show itself. I headcanon this Sonamy being where the boyfriend gets dragged into a relationship and is fine with it. This version of Sonic’s attraction seems to be chaotic pink hedgehogs apparently.

Sonic Boom

Should I even explain it? Might as well because not only do I have something different to say, but these two haven’t been brought up much. Sonic and Amy’s romance mostly is played for laughs. Not saying their love for each other means less because of that, but the humor is the main reason they exist. Much like why in the main canon they started out the way they did. Regardless, I’ll dive deeper into Boom!Sonic’s affection for Amy to the best of my ability.

Boom!Sonic is egotistical, so whenever he thinks Amy’s crushing on someone else, it bothers him. Apparently he’s the only one she’s allowed to like. No “Radical Speedsters” or “Celebrities” can take her attention away from him. Like in Sonic X he tries to keep his crush to a minimum. Even though both him and Amy are terrible at it.

The moment in “Fortress Of Squalitude” a episode where everyone is a bit rude to Amy, close to the end Sonic says, “We may have a hard time saying it Amy. But…well you know.” Then she responds with, “Yeah, I know.” It’s such a sweet moment. Not as powerful as most moments with them but for Boom it’s very nice. Sonic and the others still value her as part of the team, but it’s Sonic who expresses it out loud. Goes to show how much he cares about her for even attempting to open up in this instance. Didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Amy understood perfectly. I also noticed how much he tries his best to impress her. When he needs to returned her book back, finds her hammer in Archie, (Vector did it in the show and Sonic got jealous) shows off randomly or dreams about her, and stopped racing to get her some eggs in one episode.

The funny thing about this Sonic is how much of a people pleaser he can be. Especially since the towns people are very spoiled and ungrateful. He wants to be needed and that’s possibly why he goes out of his way to do special things for Amy like go out on picnics, implied dates, and comforts her. She’s very take charge in Boom and Sonic has no problem calling her out when he needs to. Much like Amy in the show and games. Sonic will even put effort into doing things he doesn’t feel like doing for her. How honorable of him. Sure, sometimes he tries to make her jealous and isn’t perfect, but he tries. I believe Sonic likes Amy because again like Sonic X Boom isn’t canon, so more outright reciprocated feelings are allowed in this case. Not to mention the dude likes being shipped with her in the show. Which is a win in my book.

Sonic enjoys bugging Amy much like a playful boyfriend. He probably admires her leadership, but I’m saying this by observation. It could be for anything. Maybe he thinks she’s cute when she’s mad and finds her temper amusing. It could also be for her stubbornness. Some people like each other because of how much they can relate to their partner and in Sonic Boom’s case they’re two cuts of the same cloth. Although still different, due to the show’s theme, they carry the same condescending, slightly self centered, hotheaded, stubborn, and humorous traits. But they’re still good hedgehogs with a heart of gold and usually makes reasonable decisions. Not to mention they’re both equally shy about their crushes. In Sonic Boom, Sonic and Amy is that married couple who doesn’t get along much, but when they do you’ll understand why they stay together.

Reboot Archie Sonic

I haven’t read the comics (unless you count watching a few dubs and internet reviews) but I’ll give my limited thoughts. Luckily there’s not much to say. Although most people believe it was unintentional, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch that someone from Archie thought it was a fun idea to have Sonic crush on somone in this reboot. Maybe it’s unintentional but it doesn’t seem that way.

I’m basically using this part of the post to ramble about how Reboot Archie’s Sonic still manages to be a casanova. He’s like a mixture of his old self and how he is in the games. That’s also why he acts the way he does around Amy. Could it also possibly mean he’s meant to like her canonically too? Reboot Archie did have to follow a more accurate way of writing Sonic after all. Anyways, let’s run down the list of Game!Sonic if he was allowed to be down bad for Amy like they’re already dating. Which is how I view this continuity. It’s basically if Boom and X had a weird fusion and this version of Sonic’s crush was the result. Except here he manages to be more bold and upfront. He knows what he’s doing. Here’s a run down.

First of all, THIS. No joke, more of these interactions would send me to the moon. I would explain why but the panel speaks for itself.

Sonic says, “I was worried about you.” Which he hasn’t admitted to her before this to my knowledge. He states this by giving her a side hug. Along with other out of nowhere physical affection and flirting. Not to single out Sonally fans. Sonic and Sally clearly have a close connection people appreciate and I respect that. In any case, Sonic and Amy in Reboot Archie also matches energies so much. They’re both clearly running off the same brain cell. You’d think they were together. They’d be a chaotic couple that’ll do the most outlandish things and somehow manage to survive them. After willfully risking their lives they’d do it again because being normal and safe is boring. I promise you, this version of Sonamy would be a huge force to be reckoned with.

-I’d also like to mention my friend Salty showed an example of Sonic being jealous of Knuckles coming with Amy on a mission and it’s brilliant. Dude gets all bratty about it too. Archie!Sonic does not play around. The post in question.

Sonic Prime

Already talked about this in another post, but I want to mention it again. Prime!Sonic is the most sensitive version of the character, so it’s no surprise he displays his admiration for Amy freely and out loud.

This moment says enough on its own. Sonic’s like this throughout the entirety of Prime and even changes the tone of his voice when speaking to or about her. It’s so authentic and adorable and makes him stand out against other variants.

Amy’s crush on Sonic in Prime is up to interpretation, but I don’t think she likes him in that way personally. Like other characters, Amy tends to be done with Sonic’s childishness. Guess she thinks he’s probably too immature to be boyfriend material whether she has feelings or not. Sonic on the other hand, acts how you wouldn’t expect. I personally see him as his own interpretation, so I’m fine with it. If he wants to have goo-goo eyes for Amy in Prime, it’s cool.

Prime!Sonic has it bad and I wouldn’t be shocked if he’d be the one wanting to go out on dates. Maybe he’d cook dinner for her sense he cooks in the show. I’d imagine Amy declining at first, but does it after his constant begging. They’d be swapped version of most emotional to least emotional. Prime!Amy would be a girlfriend who feels more like a parent than a partner.

Unleashed/Black Night

No one can bring up Sonic Unleashed without the lovely Amy meeting the Werehog scene. I love how Sonic didn’t like Amy hugging him, but right after she left he solemnly mopes around for probably the first and last time. He’s never in any game slowly moped around disappointedly before. Proving he only has certain reactions when it comes to Amy Rose. At least in some continuities. Unleashed gives you a choice to go on a date with Amy or not. Then the next game Sonic Team followed through with it, but ended up having Amy mad at Sonic for missing it. At least Sonic tried. Not to mention his reaction to The Lady Of The Lake and him flirting is fun to watch.

See how Sonic still likes her back but it isn’t because she’s “calmed down?” She’s still the same excitable love strucked Amy. There must be something more to it. Other than the obvious answer with Sonic Team wanting to do something with the pear. I have no idea why but having multiple hints even in the past must’ve been done for the fun of it. “We created this love interest but then railed back to Sonic not reciprocating her feeling. But we still want to market them as a couple in some way.” This franchise never cease to confuse me.

Amy encouraging Sonic in one of the cutscenes could’ve been where he started liking her back. Not in the way he does now, but he admired her none stop compassion and might’ve wanted to return the favor. “Eh, she’s sweet. Maybe a date won’t be so bad.” The fact he went out of his way to get her a chilidog and flirted with a different version of her should tell you enough. Of course it would take a while before anything else happened. 

IDW/Sonic Frontiers

Yeah, after issue 2, Sonic’s never felt the need to run from Amy. From the comics to Sonic Frontiers there’s a lot of moments of Sonic being somewhat emotionally candid. Not by much, but close. I believe Amy’s the reason for that in a way. Sonic’s not afraid to hang out with her anymore. He even hugs her back on some occasions. “Ames” was a nickname from fanfics and Boom which became canon over time and he occasionally calls her that.

Sonic wishes to share an umbrella and spend more time with her. He also gets excited to see her more often. It’s like Reboot Archie but slightly toned down. At least up until the hard to trigger lines from Sonic Frontiers. The same game where he outright admits to being worried about Amy and smiles back at her with a Coco looking between the two. Then he supports Amy’s decision to leave etc. We all know where we are now.

Crazy how the more you look into this franchise the more tiny details you notice. It’s also crazy how much Sonic’s been into the love interest he originally was already supposed to love. To me, Sonic had a crush on Amy in Unleashed but fell in love with her in IDW. What makes Sonamy gripping though is how unique it is compared to most romantic relationships. Leaves it to be more entertaining whenever something unexpected happenes. It keeps you engaged.

Why Sonic Crushes On Amy?

1. Amy doesn’t want to slow him down. Obviously because of IDW issue 2’s love confession with Amy saying “I can’t change you. I don’t want to change you.” Amy joins Sonic and he includes her more often because of that. His speed is no match for her persistence anyways.

2. She shows compassion and love for those around her. Not just to Sonic, but everyone. She’s the definition of soft hearted. Even for people Sonic and his friends would be weary about. Think about now in the recent comics and games where Sonic’s trying it out. I do think it should be more of Amy’s thing then Sonic’s but it just goes to show how much she probably inspired him. Who knows? Even in the past he had respect Amy for her tenderheartedness.

3. Amy’s energy matches Sonic’s. Though sometimes she can be overly enthusiastic compared to him. Even before now, Amy’s always been adventurous and that’s probably something Sonic liked from the start. Not in a romantic way, but in a respectful way. If he were to have a partner he’d need someone to keep him grounded and be on the same level. No exceptions.

4. Her loyalty. No matter what Sonic does (including times she disagrees) she’s one of Sonic’s most loyalist companions. Obviously other characters are too, but Amy has her being a long time childhood friend/Sonic 06 and Unleashed going for her. 06 for trusting Sonic over Silver and Unleashed for still loving Sonic despite his transformation. Heck, before she knew who the Werehog was she wasn’t disgusted. Amy’s commendable for that.

From all these points here physical attraction isn’t included. What I like about both characters is their crushes don’t stem to how they look. Though it is worth mentioning Sonic has called Amy “Radiant” in TMOSTH, but that’s probably the closest we’ll ever get to an outright physical compliment. From Sonic at least.

- Side note thanks to @saltynsassy31 again, Sonic and Amy’s dynamic can be summed up as not a relationship but rather a situationship. Yes, it’s a real word. What does it mean? Basically two friends who has crushes on each other but doesn’t do anything about it. Just a fun detail for you guys.

Why Did Sonic Run From Amy In The Past?

I’ll make this quick, but the reason Sonic ran from Amy wasn’t because he didn’t like her. On the contrary. Sonic always could’ve ran at his normal speed to get away from her. Sonic’s the fastest thing alive. Why would he let someone he “didn’t like” catch up to him? I personally think he enjoyed the thrill of the chase. It’s why I believe he misses it nowadays. Though I do understand Sonic didn’t often treat Amy like a friend. Not in a way I can understand at least. Not that I think their relationship was bad, but from what I’ve seen, it was more told then shown due to Sonic and the gang not including her on missions. Amy normally had to catch up with them which was a running gag. Especially in SA2. It might be why some prefere her in stuff like Reboot Archie, Boom, IDW, and Frontiers. Because Amy’s friends includes her on adventures now. At least in my opinion. Correct me if I missed anything.

Final Headcanon

Since Sonic in the games has been the one to push the Sonic side of Sonamy much more then Amy does for herself, I’d like to think in most cases (especially as their dynamic grows) Sonic would start carrying other versions of him traits like trying to mess with her.

He’d want to get her to chase him more often and Amy would probably ask once or twice, “What’s going on and why are you acting weird?” He’d definitely play it off as him fooling around. Sonic doesn’t know much about romance, but he does know what Amy likes. Maybe he’d ask her out or go on a bunch of traveling missions. Anything to get her to pay attention to him again. After all, there’s been examples of the guy feeling ignored by her in and out of canon. It’s possible.

-There’s also a consistent detail where Sonic’s finally ready to open up but has to deal with Amy doing her own thing. Or when he’s face with different variants of her, he’s flirtatious with them. For the fastest thing alive, he has terrible timing when it comes to making his mind up.

Conclusion

Welp, there you have it, darlings. Examples of Sonic crushing on Amy more than some would think. It’s a Sonic character analysis and Sonamy post all in one. I know there’s more, but I think this gathers examples from the actual content.

Stay Creative! 💜

[hauntingrabbits]

Happy Batman day! Went back and finished the last batch of the MLP AU I had sketched way back in May.

Part 1, Part 2

More info under the cut!

Enigma/The Riddler (Edward Nygma)

Intelligence and puzzle-solving are deeply valued among sphinxes, and those who fall short of their standards are often ridiculed and cast out. Among some (prejudiced) Sphinxes, other sapient, non-Sphinx species such as ponies are looked down-upon or seen as fundamentally inferior for not putting as much stock in puzzles and the like as sphinxes do.

Enigma, though considered a prodigy for his remarkable intelligence and skill with puzzles even among his fellow Sphinxes, was ostracized when a pony unfamiliar with Sphinx culture (a younger Sundown traveling Equestria for his training), humiliated Enigma by unraveling a puzzle of his that was meant to be judged as his final submission in a prestigious event, permanently staining his reputation and wounding his massive ego.

After years of quiet ridicule from his peers and his own growing obsession over the event, Enigma eventually snapped and fled to Gotham for revenge. His contempt has since spread far beyond that of the original pony he wished to prove his superiority over, and he now makes all of Gotham the target of his obsessive schemes, constantly trying to prove his superiority and feed his ego by putting ponies through his elaborate puzzles and riddle-based traps. He sees Batpony’s skill and determination in foiling him as both an inherent challenge to and a slight against his own abilities, reminding him far too much of that original pony from so long ago. 

Other notes:

-Apparently sphinxes in MLP have pony heads instead of human heads which makes sense I guess but it threw me through such a loop man.

-Whilst traversing the wiki I ended up with the same problem I had with chimeras in the first post where only one ever shows up in the series and there's no other info on them. So I made stuff up again.

- I imagine Sphinxes live a very long time, so the event Enigma was embarrassed at would probably take a long time to roll around again and he'd be forced to stew with his anger and wounded ego for far too long. I'm not sure what the puzzle was exactly or how Sundown dismantled it, but I imagine he did something extremely simple that a Sphinx would never have thought of (a la that software engineering joke), making it feel far more unfair and humiliating than if he'd solved in the intended way.

-His naturally crooked tail settles into the shape of a question mark, and the pattern on his arm is meant to look like a stylized question mark wrapping around his forearm (the "dot" is the white of his paw).

2. Miss Friday (Miss Tuesday)

Enigma’s teenaged assistant, Miss Friday seems to be the only pony the sphinx enjoys (or perhaps simply tolerates) the company of. Beyond her having met Enigma in Tartarus during their simultaneous imprisonments, the exact origins of her relationship to and exceptional status with her boss are a bit of a riddle in of themselves. Regardless, the two seem to have something of a mutual understanding, and Miss Friday’s mental prowess and dubious moral code are more than a match for Enigma’s own.

Other Notes:

-Yes this is a "The horse's name was Friday" joke. I'm sorry it was just too good to pass up.

-Miss Tuesday already sounded like a MLP name, but the horse named Friday thing was just too perfect for somebody who works under a guy who's whole thing is riddles. Also I relistened to the BTAA episode where she's introduced while coloring her and I noticed they reference His Girl Friday several times, so fun coincidence?

-The candy-striped leg patterns are based on her canon costume's striped pants & are meant to mirror the Riddler's wrapped leg pattern. The dark patterns on her face are supposed to be reminiscent of eye bags.

3. Mania (Bat-Mite)

Bat-Pony’s self-proclaimed biggest fan, Mania is a Draconequus embodying the spirit of obsession. Normally he watches the hero from his own dimension, but at times he tries to insert himself into the narrative or help Sundown fight, both to varying degrees of success. Though he genuinely adores Bat-Pony, Mania is usually more of a hindrance than a help, and can even be directly antagonistic at times when his obsession goes too far. 

Other notes:

-Similar issue to Chimeras and Sphinxes, only two Draconequuses (Draconequui?) show up in the series, one being Discord (embodying chaos), the other being a comics-only villain known as Cosmos (embodying malice), but honestly what little we're given worked super well for the character anyway. Discord seems to come from his own unique plane of existence/dimension and Cosmos has similarly strange origins; both have penchants for causing mischief with incredible reality-warping powers; and both embody non-physical concepts. Bat-Mite being a reality warping 5th dimensional creature obsessed with Batman was surprisingly easy to adapt.

-He has the head of a pony, a ferret-like body, two front rat paws, mite antennae, an insectoid wing, a bat wing, a pigeon foot, a chevrotain (mouse deer) foot, and a monkey tail. I tried to have him mostly made up of animals that were very small, seen as mischievous, and/or seen as pests.

4. Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley)

Said to be more plant than pony, Poison Ivy is the self-proclaimed princess of the Green. Though once a regular Earth pony, she began to spiral after receiving her cutie mark and fully coming into her powerful natural attunement to plant life. Fleeing into the nearby forests on the outskirts of Gotham, she wasn’t seen again until many years later when Gotham’s city refurbishment and expansion efforts began to encroach on the forests borders, where she reemerged with strange new powerful magic and retaliated violently.

Though she isn’t recognized politically or physically as an alicorn, plants grow from the flesh of her body in the pattern of a horn and wings characteristic of those born into or bestowed with royalty, and the strange natural magic that accompanies them seems to almost rival that of a true alicorn’s.

Other notes:

-I dont really have anything to add to this one I just thought a false alicorn would be a cool concept.

-the whole alicorn royalty thing is very strange to think about isnt it? I feel like the ruling class having such insane amounts of physical and magical power probably has much more pressing ramifications than ever was, would, or should be addressed in a kids show but they are fun to think about.

-Her actual name is Poison Ivy, yes. It sounded like a pony name. I don't know what that says about her parents.

-The leaf wings are folded down in the graphic but I think they are flighted, or at the very least useful for gliding and expressing emotions.

5. Saltbrine (Oswald Cobblepot)

Short, stout, and flightless, Saltbrine’s moniker of “The Penguin” has its origins in the taunts of his peers from his youth. Though the title has persisted into the current day, it’s often spoken with far more fear and trepidation throughout the alleys and backstreets of Gotham than ridicule. Saltbrine owns two of Gothams most well-known businesses, one being the luxurious, high-class Iceberg Lounge…and the other being the organized crime syndicate the former acts as a front for.

Other notes:

-Again don't have much to add to this one. One of my favorite designs though, I love the giant beak face.

-The bird half is actually based on a puffin, because a penguin felt too on the nose for Oswald and too strange for a hippogriff (I couldn't get the wings or face to look right at all either). I feel like the title being an insult works a little better if he's not literally half-penguin.

-he's the same color my club penguin avatar used to be (RIP)

[reesiereads]

So I wonder if Husk’s dislike of his form is (at least somewhat) a result of Alastor’s treatment of him?

It’s mentioned on his wiki that Husk does not like his form. He’s essentially a house cat with bird add-ons, which isn’t exactly intimidating.

His dislike could be for plenty of reasons but to me it kinda came across like he’s used to being treated as less than human? Like a pet.

Angel’s “kitty has claws” and “meow” are the flirtations that seem to cause the most visceral reaction out of husk (outside of “I can make those wings flap” which is, again, about Husk’s actual form). Angel was also touching Husk on both situations, moving him in the way he wanted to emphasize his point (tilting and holding Husk’s chin and tilting his wings). Part of Husk’s dislike is definitely because he dislikes Angel’s fakeness and the infringement on his boundaries, but these comments in particular set him off in a way the others don’t. It’s genuine anger over exasperation.

Then we get the Husk and Alastor scene in Episode 5 where Alastor openly talks down to Husk and scratches him behind the ear like an actual cat. This sets Husk off enough that, even knowing he’s owned by Alastor who is extremely dangerous (because I doubt he’s just forget that), he still snaps back. The first thing he says is “You may own my soul but I’m not your damn pet” and the level of anger here seems to imply Alastor treats him like this with at least some frequency. This is further proven when Alastor responds with a simple “oh, but you are!” Which is what leads to Husk snapping enough that he sets Alastor off.

Alastor then proceeds to push Husk to the ground and show his chain, pulling Husk closer against his will the same way one might an unruly dog pulling on its leash.

I think it’s also worth noting that Alastor is not usually a touchy person. This episode is an exception in that he’s being extra nice to Charlie to piss off Lucifer but this is still far from the norm. The only one he’s really touched up to this point is Nifty and that was only because she climbed on him. Him petting Husk was only a move of control, which is probably part of why it set Husk off so badly.

I think this also changes our perspectives on “Loser, baby” and the comparison there, since we now actually know what Husk and Alastor’s relationship is like. Angel may be Val’s toy but Husk is Alastor’s pet. His cat who’s brought in to take care of the mice.

[utilitycaster]

Robbie's been playing Dorian as fairly quiet since coming back (as Marisha-as-Laudna pointed out), and I think this episode put a lot of it into perspective.

Dorian is profoundly unsure of his place - in general. The Crownkeepers are scattered and while Dorian is welcome in Bells Hells - is a member of Bells Hells, without question - he's been absent for many of their adventures.

He is also, suddenly, the heir and not the spare to the leadership of the Silken Squall, a responsibility he did not expect to have and which he fled shortly before the events of EXU. He mentions his feelings seem unimportant, a reflection perhaps on both how powerless he's felt as of late regarding the events of the solstice, and much more long-standing acknowledgement of a childhood that pushed him into a role that did not fit him. Bells Hells make him feel important - which is more of the same issue. When Dorian is important, his feelings can't be because perhaps more so than anyone else in the party, he knows of the sacrifices of leadership. And now, both because of Bells Hells' involvement in world events, and Dorian's new and unwanted role as the crown prince, those sacrifices feel more necessary to him than ever.

He introduces himself as a bad liar, and now he's simply honestly stating that he's not sharing information. He also says he knows it will come from him; he's not just no longer a liar, but no longer a runaway. Even on the run with the Crown Keepers, something found him; what's the point.

It is unsurprising (and entirely understandable) that Dorian has no desire to make deals with the gods, given how that turned out for Opal, but his view towards the gods is a much more nuanced one than Braius or Ashton's. He remarks that the simple harvest-based cultural reverence Whitestone holds for the Dawnfather is perhaps the heart of worship - an opinion that lines up with, at least, Nick's interpretation of the Dawnfather. He seems affected by the revelation - new to him - that when Predathos first came to Exandria, it killed two of the gods, whom he knows from the Occultus Thalamus see each other as family.

There are two questions Dorian not only doesn't answer, but doesn't acknowledge. He doesn't answer Laudna's question about whether he feels responsible, but I think we know his answer. And he doesn't answer whether he would bring back Cyrus, if he can (and he might be able to). I don't know if he knows; something, certainly, is keeping him up at night.

The most piercing questions Bells Hells ask of each other this episode center around what they might do in a desperate situation: whether Braius will choose to harm the Platinum Dragon instead of stop Ludinus (as Asmodeus chose in Downfall); what terrible things Fearne might do to protect those she loves (as the Primes did in Aeor). Fearne declines that answer. Orym and Imogen express their doubts that they can ever know what's right. Only Ashton displays any confidence, at least outwardly; but only Dorian, I think, has previously been forced to consider a future where he might hold the fate of a group of people in his hands, and it has abruptly become a reality not just for the current crisis, but for the rest of his life.

[justauthoring]

jerk [3].

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate. requested -> me begging for another soulmate fic with bakugou 😔😔🤲🏻 requested by -> anonymous

a/n: something a little happy and fluffy for the episode today :) truthfully, i don't even know what this is...

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part one. part two.

You liked to think you were good at picking up certain signs.

Bakugou, however, clearly thought the opposite.

U.A. was doing an interactive training program with other schools. This was necessarily anything new, you’ve done them plenty of times now; but what was new was this time you had a soulmate.

Or, rather, you were with your soulmate.

That in of itself was anything new. Lots of people had soulmates and although it was rarer to find yours when you were quite young, as young as you and Bakugou were, it wasn’t unheard of. As you watch the multiple of young heroes in training, just like you, run around, you pick up on the certain singles of bonded pairs.

Two girls walking hand in hand, with beaming smiles on their faces and cheeks rosy from the simple intimacy of their actions. You see a boy pressing a chaste kiss to a girl’s cheek in a corner a few feet away from you, the girl responding with a laugh and half-hearted attempt to bat away the boys wandering lips. Two boys training together on one of the allotted stages, which to any normal gaze looks like nothing special, but you pick up on the way their hearts race and their eyes dance across each other's figures in a burst of excitement because of your quirk.

So, no, you weren’t the only one and certainly not when it came to the world. Of course not.

It was still weird though. At least to you. Bakugou and you have been together for a few months now and at this point you’ve grown used to the relationship. There was even a sense of dependency you felt towards Bakugou, a way that your heart yearned for him in a way you hadn’t experienced before.

The two of you got along great. He made you laugh and smile more than anyone ever had and you seemed to be good at helping him see things through a clearer, calmer lens. There were nights shared together, just the two of you, where hours would pass that felt like seconds of pure bliss as you both simply talked. It was nothing special, if anything it was especially ordinary, but it flooded you with warmth and love and you cherished every second of it.

Things were good. Great.

But in the eyes of others, Bakugou wasn’t a big fan of PDA. He’d do it sometimes; he didn’t mind holding your hand or kissing you quickly after class, things like that. Overall though, his more intimate actions were shared behind closed doors and away from prying eyes and you had no problem with it.

You actually appreciated it. You liked having those special moments where it was just the two of you and no one else. It made them more cherished in your heart.

Bakugou, however, seemed to have no problem with PDA when it came beyond just the eyes of your classmates.

All the different classes had been given a free afternoon; meaning, students were free to choose to focus on whatever they sought best. It was, as Aizawa-sensei explained to your class, an opportunity to better get to know fellow-heroes-in-training and honestly, you’d been very excited at first. There was a group of girls that had quirks you thought meshed well with yours and you’d wanted to talk to them.

That had been the plan.

But Bakugou wouldn’t leave your side! Beyond that, it wasn’t just him hovering nearby, it was him constantly keeping a hand on you and not letting you leave his side. You didn’t necessarily mind if Bakugou came with you until you realized that he seemed to scare every person away from him, which, in turn, meant from you.

“You’re pouting.”

Huffing, you turn away from Bakugou; “I'm annoyed.”

“Is it wrong that I want to spend time with my girlfriend?” Bakugou quirks a challenging brow at you, smirking.

“No,” you roll your eyes. “But you scare everyone away.”

“Oi.”

“It’s true!”

Sighing, there’s an echoed moment of silence before Bakugou frowns down at you. “I’m just worried about you.”

Shifting so his arm is no longer around your waist and rather you’re holding it, you glance up at him; “we’re literally surrounded by a bunch of heroes-in-training.” Then, pausing, you add somewhat spitefully; “which includes me.”

Bakugou just shakes his head; “I know.”

“Katsuki,” you call, reaching forward to brush your fingers across his cheek in the way you know he likes. Instantly, the tension in his face eases; something that never fails to make you smile. “We’re supposed to be mingling.”

He scoffs. “You sound like shitty hair.”

“Because Eijirou is right,” you challenge.

Glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, Bakugou hesitates; “what do they matter? They’re a bunch of extras anyway.”

“I thought we were done calling our friends extras,” you remind.

“They’re not our friends.”

“Katsuki.”

“Fine,” he snaps, face pinched in clear annoyance but a certain frustration in the fact that he knows you’re right. “I’ll leave you and ‘mingle’,” he makes sure to add the air quotes. “But only for an hour. Then I'll find you and we’re gonna do some training.”

“Yes,” you nod, “of course. Naturally.”

Your words are teasing but said with a certain fondness. Bakugou was always training and it was clearly a hobby of his that he wanted to share with you – honestly, sometimes his training sessions were absolute hell but you’d put up with them for his sake.

With a final nod and a kiss, Bakugou stomps off. Distantly, you hear him shouting ‘shitty-hair’ but you figure Kirishima can deal with his clingy ass for an hour while you go and meet some new people. 

And for the first forty minutes, it goes well. You’re bouncing from area to area, meeting new people and chatting with them, even sparring with a few. It’s great. You loved your class and your friends, but it was so interesting getting new perspectives from different people that were training in different ways than U.A. typically did. It was absolutely invigorating and you were reveling in every second of it.

Until you come across a boy named Aoto.

The conversation starts fine; he kind of runs into you but you laugh it off and learn he’s actually from a school located in America that had come down to Japan for this huge hero event. You compliment him on his Japanese, finding it amazing that he nails the pronunciation of words so well and falls into an eased conversation. Then, as the minutes pass by, the conversation starts to shift into a stranger topic.

Aoto asks if you’ve found your soulmate – it’s rather sudden and not something you’re really expecting. Still, you tell him you have and he asks if it was the blonde boy he’s seen glued to your side the entire day; it’s said with a certain edge you’re thrown off by and that’s where you start to grow a little weary.

“Yeah,” you nod slowly. “Katsuki. The way we found out is actually a funny story—”

“Isn’t he the one that the League of Villains took when he was in his first year?”

Your lips are left parted from his sudden interruption, but instantly your eyes narrow at his tone. “The League of Villains kidnapped him,” you say warily, somewhat defensively. “But Katsuki fought to get away and never once even considered their offer to join them—”

“Yeah,” Aoto cuts you off again, dismissing you with a single wave of his hand. “But isn’t he the reason why All Might had to retire too?”

Instantly, all pretense disappears. You’d already been annoyed but your face shifts into something nasty at his insinuation; even more because you knew that was something that still haunted Bakugou to this day. It wasn’t true, of course, but you knew that it still remained on his mind constantly.

“All Might fought to save one of his students,” you hiss, taking a step back from him. “And it isn’t Katsuki's fault the fight ended that way.”

“I don’t know,” Aoto hums, “someone like that? I wouldn’t care if he was my soulmate, I’d stay away from him. He’s quite terrifying too, I’d bet that if given another chance he wouldn’t hesitate to join—”

He doesn’t finish his sentence as he suddenly falls to his knees, clutching his head in pain as he lets out a cry. You step towards him as he does, letting him wallow in pain for a moment longer before letting go. Aoto instantly falls back the second he does, staring up at you in disbelief and fear as you glare down at him; 

“You don’t know the first thing about Katsuki. So don’t pretend you do.”

Aoto just sputters up at you, eyes wide, practically shaking.

Then, a familiar voice calls out; “Y/N?”

You spin, face easing the second you meet Bakugou’s. He’s walking towards you, confused eyes flickering between you and Aoto, who's still on the ground, before Bakugou finally registers the look on your face and instantly, Bakugou’s eyes narrow.

“Did this damn extra do something to you?”

Rushing forward, you catch Bakugou by the arm before he can reach Aoto, pulling him towards you; “Katsuki. Katsuki! It’s fine, it’s okay!”

Bakugou just shakes his head as Aoto stares fearfully up at him, looking near tears.

“No, it’s not,” Bakugou growls, “if he hurt you or said anything—”

Shifting, you press both of your hands against Bakugou’s cheeks, cupping them and forcing him to meet your eyes. He’s panting and his eyes are wild but he instantly focuses on you, gaze softening.

“Let’s just go,” you whisper, “I just wanna spend time with you.”

That catches his attention. All anger wipes from his face instantly and Bakugou is instantly easing in your grasp, face brightening as slowly nods, moving to take your head in his own and threading his fingers through yours. He squeezes your hand, sending one last frightening glance Aoto’s way before walking off, leading you with him.

Then, a few minutes later when it’s just the two of you, Bakugou smirks down at you; 

“Thought you wanted to ‘mingle’.”

Grinning, you shrug; “it’s more fun with you.”

[jinxs-gf]

The Human Spider

The Team x Spider!Reader

summary: you are this universe’s one and only spider-person.

warnings/content: set before the 1st episode of young justice s1, a few marvel references, this whole thing is from the perspective of the reader who’s basically Spider-Man so the writing is a bit silly…but I like it

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this is essentially an introduction to this world, I’m really hoping I can pop a couple fics within this little universe 😭🙏🏽 if not then…I’m sorry LMAO. only time will tell. ENJOY!!!

Life was good.

I mean, how could it not be? You got to fight side by side with some of Earth's greatest heroes. Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Flash...oh and Black Canary and—

Yeah. It was great. Not to mention how incredibly easy it was for you to defeat the bad guys you'd fought. You definitely didn't have four near death experiences because of them!

Well you did, but they were completely your fault and not at the hands of a couple of phony villains. They happened before you got used to your powers and gone through extensive training.

It seemed like a curse at first, but now you take them with stride. Your super strength foreign as you'd broke nearly everything in your apartment (that hadn't been a fun thing to explain to your Aunt and Uncle when they came home to a trashed place). Sticky hands well...getting stuck to literally everything. The amount of money you spent replacing your clothes after accidentally ripping up your whole closet only trying to get ready for school...that was also not fun explaining to your guardians.

And the webs. Oh boy. You didn't want to think about it. The hole in your wrist that shot out webs like a proper spider freaked you out the most. You nearly turned yourself in to the government after that one. It was something that took the most mental work to control, the weird hole (yuck) closing up when you didn't need it.

The one thing you did appreciate immediately was the abs. Yeah, those were nice to wake up to one morning.

Today was just another day in your life. A simple mission happening in the middle of the city. Actually it was a pretty unusual mission, it wasn't the regular Ice Family or Joker cult you were fighting...but a Rhino. Seemingly a man in a Rhino cosplay. And his henchmen? Definitely not something you see everyday, but you have seen weirder.

Speaking of his henchmen...there was a lot of them. Enough to keep each member of the team occupied. They had insanely advanced weaponry, surprisingly keeping the fight going for a while.

You hadn't realized so many of the guys were on you now, all surrounding you and trying to shoot at you with guns that weren't spitting out regular bullets.

You look to your side and see your best friend (he doesn't think so but that's what you tell everyone so deal with it sucker). Speedy, Green Arrow's sidekick, Roy Harper under the mask, and Pain in the Ass (a nickname you'd affectionately given him) to you.

You were in a compromising position, one that you could easily get yourself out of. But now you've spotted an unoccupied Roy and you wanted to have a little fun admist the chaos.

"Hey pain in my ass! A little help here!" The men were now taking shots with their fists, all failing to land their hits of course. And your best friend had completely ignored you.

"Hellooooo you know I'm talking to you!"

"I told you I wouldn't answer when you called me that. And I thought I made myself very clear." Definitely referring to the embarrassing way he took you down in front of the team after harassing him all week with the nickname a month ago.

"Well you answered right now soo...."

An arrow suddenly flew right past you, nearly grazing your cheek. A couple more followed.

"Um hello?! You nearly took me out!"

"That's my way of saying cut it out while saving your ass. And don't your spidey senses detect that kind of stuff? Danger and threats? You should've seen them coming."

"Huh. Guess you aren't as threatening as you think you are. At least not with that silly little hat on."

He simply glared at you. He was definitely going to kick your ass later. (Again).

With your guys dealt with, you turned to watch as Flash and Kid Flash emptied out a school bus on the road. Well, watched was a strong word. The job was done before you could fully process what was happening.

And suddenly that same school bus was being throw your way by the Rhino-man. Directly above your head actually.

Uh oh.

CRASH!

This was the third time that's happened to you this week!

He had good aim, you'll admit. It landed on you perfectly, but thanks to your incredible strength he seemingly didn't know about (how could he not? You're literally the Spider-Person from tv! Spider-Person...pfft what a stupid name. No one seemed to come up with something better), the biggest indicator to this being his shocked face. Oh how you loved that look. You threw it right back at him. Jokes on Rhino-man, you also had incredible aim.

"It's gonna take a lot more than a school bus to take me out!" Although you could feel the nearly broken rib and bruises you'd need to get checked out before you went home today.

You sighed happily, dusting your hands, "light work to me. Maybe try one of those city buses next time? Might be heavier and more effective-"

The words barely left your mouth before a city bus was being throw at you, "Wait I didn't actually mean it!" You caught the bus this time. And although your senses knew the danger was coming, it was still a bus that caught you off guard with its weight. Your legs and arms quivered at the force of having to hold it up, you could feel every bruise spotted on your body with the strain and it was not fun. While your body healed faster than the average human, it definitely wasn't fast enough to recover from the previous hit.

The back of the bus was fully tipped to the sky. You prayed there was no one in this thing. And sure you were strong, but there was no way you could tip it back on its wheels without potentially hurting someone.

Luckily Superman helped you with that, seeing you struggle. He easily took it off your hands (show off) and maneuvered it so it was placed safely back on the road.

"Thanks Supes!" He gave a nod and his famous smile.

It was only a couple more minutes of fighting and cars being thrown around before the whole thing was wrapped up. The adults would give their words to the police and news reporters, blah blah blah...

While they did that, you and your best friends, the teens (the cooler ones) got together like you always did after a mission.

Superman is being interviewed by the infamous Lois Lane (the talk of the teen team, there was definitely tension there).

All while Wally stands a little behind them making faces and ridiculous poses for the camera. The rest of you stood out of shot either cackling or rolling your eyes.

Wally steps back, clearly offended. "What? All he's doing is flirting with her in front of a live audience. Remember what they said last time? No one's gonna be paying attention to me."

Robin snickers, "What? The whole 'no one can take Superman' 'but you sure can'?" He repeats their words in poorly done impressions.

"That was totally an innuendo!"

"Very mature KF."

"Hey! Robin and Spider laughed with me. And I saw Speedy’s smirk, he sat there trying to pretend he didn't find it funny. Maybe you should get that stick out of your ass, Aqualad?"

Roy, completely serious, replies, "Now that's no way to talk to the adults' favorite."

You perk up, "oh, me?"

Your friends immediately explode into disagreement, apparently in disbelief you'd think such a thing.

It was a simple story, how it all came to be. You got bit by a spider (totally cool about it).

Totally didn't scream your ass off because of it and stay paranoid the rest of the day, constantly thinking there was a creepy crawler on you...no. You found out the next day that you weren't actually paranoid—if you were in the first place, which you were not! Because apparently the spider had camped out in your clothes all day and night...

You totally didn't scream your ass off again that morning at the revelation.

You did scream at the sight of abs on your body that same morning though. And that's the only reason you'll ever thank the spider, forget the cool powers.

After that you thought it would be cool to use your powers for good, inspired by your uncle. You decided to have your own cool hero costume, symbol, and name (which you still haven't gotten. You originally thought of the Human Spider. People on the streets called it dumb, claiming they would not be calling you that). You had (unfortunately) been (TEMPORARILY!) named the Spider-Person. Which was insanely stupid and you needed to come up with something quick before it stuck completely. Maybe the Human Spider wasn't so good but it wasn't as bad as your unofficial name now!

Anyways, as for the cool hero costume. You had to use what you had at the time, which was...your normal clothes. Getting a costume online seemed cheap, and dressing up as an existing character in the media and saving people seemed wrong. It would only deny your identity as a hero. So you put on whatever clothes (mostly colorful pajamas) that you had, covered the bottom half of your face with a bandanna, and called it a night. And boy did that get you a lot of ridicule, but you got the job done, right? The only thing it didn't do was protect your body from scrapes and...stab wounds. You hated little knives.

You're not the smartest in the world and it's not like you had the money someone like Bruce Wayne could pull out of their ass and make cool superhero wear.

Once you were recruited by Batman, he gave you your own hero costume—no, suit. Every suggestion you made was followed. It was perfect. The mask had to be your favorite part though. Something you didn't suggest was the some type of magic on it, something called hammerspace. Basically you could have any type of hair, or ears...probably even a pair of headphones on your head and it won't show through. It'll seemingly disappear to this hammerspace (you weren't sure how it worked exactly, but it works nonetheless so you won't question it). The magic was done by a team member who was needed very rarely named Zatara. Another man with a silly hat on his head.

You attempted to try it with Batman to see if his bat ears would disappear (which was completely encouraged by Robin by the way. No- completely his idea!) He was not happy. (You got benched for a month...no patrols, no missions...and Robin got off scott-free! How was that fair?!)

Wally starts to bring up your part of the fight, specifically the bus incident.

"Hey isn't that the third time that's happened to you this week?"

You sigh, exasperated and playing it up, "yes."

Robin butts in before you could say anything more, "Couldn't you have caught them? Y'know with your spidey senses and incredible strength?" He has the nastiest smirk on his face. His smartass totally figured you out.

"Well yeah, duh. But it's fun seeing the looks on the bad guys' faces when they realize I'm not dead and I can carry a however many pound bus! Is that so bad?"

"No but it's embarrassing for us."

"What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Yeah, our best friend who's powers include crazy senses that gives them insane reflexes? That best friend can't catch a big, yellow bus being thrown at them? Embarrassing." The one time Roy will take the claim as your best friend is when he's insulting you? Unsurprising.

Kaldur cut in, sensing your defense a mile away, "It is pretty shameful of you."

Your jaw dropped, even Kaldur of all of people was agreeing? Oh this is insane!

You point a figure at your friends, trying to get your threat across, "Well I find that incredibly offensive and you should all take that back before I-"

"Isn't the point of your powers to detect danger before it comes? How come that's the third time this week you've been hit by a school bus? It's embarrassing, Spider." Batman's monotone voice made his words all the more insulting. Your frown deepened.

You sigh, "Yup. Real embarrassing for me. I got that."

"No, embarrassing for me. I've got a reputation to keep up."

He walks away without another word.

"I can't tell if he was trying to joke around like you guys were, but I'm still offended."

"He was being dead serious. And for the record, so were we."

I wrote this before I wrote my Conner fic. I just realized I made Batman tease reader at the end of both fics…??

[cutiekaijumuseum]

A little trivia for those that just got introduced to Ultraman thanks to Ultraman Rising

You know that part where baby kaiju Emi is shown a kids cartoon with an earworm of a song?

That cartoon is real!! It's called Kaiju Step Wandabada and it stars cute kid versions of different monsters from different Ultraman series (mostly the original from 1966 wich Rising is also based on). The opening shown in the movie is in stop-motion while the cartoon itself is in 2D.

The Ultraman heroes don't appear in person, but bizarrely enough they seem to exist as fictional superheroes in-universe, with the kaiju kids having toys and dolls of them. It's no surprise Emi liked it so much! She would be right at home in this show!

The episodes are 5 minutes long, there are two seasons of 26 episodes each for a total of 52. The official Tsurubaya channel has the first episodes of both seasons uploaded...

...but the rest were sadly only up for a limited time cuz gotta sell the dvds. What is officially available online right now is a series of educational shorts.

Some years ago Marvel Comics got the rights to make Ultraman comics and made a mini-series called "The Rise of Ultraman" (no relation), and these Kaiju Step designs got to appear as part of in-universe instructional videos about dealing with monsters and aliens:

So let's have a quick rundow on the little monsters and where each comes from:

Pigmon or Pig-chan is the main protagonist and new kid in town (forest). This coral-looking guy is one of the most iconic and recurring ultra monsters and the go-to kid-friendly one, as he stood out among the original set of kaiju for being friendly and heroic (as well as human-sized). He has the bad habit of dying in many of his apperences but fortunately that's not the case here.

Kanegon or Kane-chan is the second member of the protagonist trio, and the most energic and simple-minded. A coin purse monster that eats money, and usually a human kid under a curse. He actually pre-dates Ultraman, appearing in the black-and-white anthology series Ultra Q wich had monsters but not superheroes. Fortunately this one doesn't need to eat money and was born a kaiju.

Alien Dada or Dada-chan is the reliable but temperamental inventor of the trio, he dreams of building a rocket ship. One of the most iconic villains from the original 1966 Ultraman (and that's saying a lot), it's a weird alien with weird powers looking for human subjects for his weird experiments, like testing his shrinking ray. He really earns the name of a weird art movement.

Gomora or Gomo-chan is probably the most iconic ultra kaiju of all. Remember how in Ultraman Rising there is this whole sequence where the dad omniously talks about fighting him? There is a good reason for that. Gomora had the only two-parter in the original 1966 series, and was able to actually defeat Ultraman in their first figh. He's essentially Godzilla if he lived underground rather than underwater (He's even been a good guy and had a robot counterpart). Here, however, Gomora is a chill guy who's passionate about agriculture. (btw, you can also spot Gomora in Rising on a screen around an hour and eight minutes into the movie).

Red King or just Red is another iconic ultra dino, that looks like corn. In the show he's brute but well-meaning, and has a friendly sport rivalry with Kemur-chan. But in the Ultraman series he's a sadistic and murderous bully who beats up weaker monsters but gets his butt kicked rather easily by Ultraman (although more recent incarnations have have been more positive, both in his fighting ability and sometimes even becoming a loving father). (and yes, you are right, he's not red).

Jamira or Jami-chan is a passionate archeologist and fossil collector in the show, whereas in the original Ultraman he was a human astronaut that got infected by a virus. He hasn't appeared much beyond his debut... but doesn't need to, as his episode was very memorable in how sad and tragic it was. I can't imagine the target audience's whiplash seeing this cute creature one moment collecting fossils and the next having a horrible sad death. I guess one could say the same for most of the characters, but this one takes the cake.

Miclas or Mic-chan is the youngest character, a baby, and loves bugs. He was one of the "capsule monsters" from the second ultra series, Ultra Seven. Sometimes the titular ultra wouldn't be able to fight himself so he would summon up to three very loyal monsters from little capsules to do the fighting instead (or at least buy some time, they weren't very strong). One was a triceratops, another was a robot bird, but the most iconic had to be Miclas because really, what even is he? Some kind of bull toad hybrid? (By the way, fun fact, the capsule monsters were one of the inspirations for Pokemon).

King Joe (yes, that's his name) or Joe-chan is a robot controlled by alien invaders and is to Ultra Seven what Gomora is to the original Ultraman: he's the subject of a two-parter and was able to beat the hero to a pulp at first, made harder to fight by his ability to divide into three flying parts. Fortunately this Joe is very shy and very friendly.

Eleking or Ele-chan from Ultra Seven is another of the "mascot" ultra kaiju. If two ultra kaiju have to appear in anything, chances are they will be Gomora and Eleking. In fact, in Ultraman Rising you can see Eleking in a monitor right next to Gomora (around an hour and eight minutes in). It's a dinosaur-like eel monster with (of course) electric powers, and the enforcer of an all-female bug-like alien species set to conquer the earth, that are nonetheless very affectionate towards their pet-weapon dino-eel. The fact that Eleking's masters are always women may explain why the Kaiju Step one is a very femenine and elegant girl despite having King in the name, though no less dangerously electric.

Alien Guts or Guts-chan here is a very little alien bird child who can multiply into three separate individuals to cause all the destruction in their sincere attempts to help out. The original duo from Ultra Seven meanwhile are ruthless alien invaders that are infamous for freaking crucifying the aforementioned hero, leading to decades of japanese media having christian imagery for the sake of looking cool, most notably Neon Genesis Evangelion, because these birds did it first and it looked so cool.

Alien Kemur or Kemu-chan is a very agile alien that comes from the distant future of 2020 to consume humans and extend his lifespan. Here he's a friendly but competitive ninja from the present, and has a rivalry with Red King being the speed to his strenght. Like Kanegon, he pre-dates Ultraman, being from Ultra Q.

Motokureron or Kureron-chan originates from the whimsical, fairy-tale like Ultraman Taro. A kid found him as a baby and fed him until he grew to giant size, but when the kid couldn't feed him anymore he turned destructive; fortunately he was easy to pacify with food, including the kind that made him shrink. He retains his glutonny and clumsiness in Kaiju Step, often doing the bad thing (tm) so the others can teach the kids in the audience why you shouldn't do the bad thing (tm).

Nova or No-chan originates from the surprisingly dark Ultraman Leo. This creepy and bizarre ghost-like alien created a red mist that made people go crazy, and manipulated a kid with illusions of his deceased family, and under his cloth there are lots of tentacles and a scythe. So of course, in Kaiju Step she's a happy and energic little girl that loves to sing.

Mugera or Muge-chan is by far the most obscure kaiju of the cast. She's from the 2001 series Ultraman Cosmos, the one where the titular hero protects monsters instead of fighting them. Mugera is an ET-like cryptid that lives in an amusement park that only kids can see, with the ability to fix toys and heal wounds with her magic. After the amusement park closes down she phones home and the protagonists have to protect her from the goverment wich is a little too eager to shoot down the UFO that came to pick her up. In Kaiju Step she likes reading and plants.

And that was your daily dose of kaiju sugar, that may be overdose because you probably already met Emi. Cheers!

[creamflix]

EPISODE 8 — BURGULARY & BUSINESS ! — featuring nanami kento (4.8k words) & ino takuma (7.2k words) content warnings: all of this is implied as roleplay, boss! nanami x secretary reader, slasher/burgular ino! x reader, ino is implied wearing a (ski) mask, heavy dubcon & cnc, manipulation, praise, lowkey nymphomanic reader, masochist reader, degrading, impact play (reader is slapped on her face once and ass mostly), manhandling, gagging (with a tie), implied blowjob, dry humping and grinding, threathening + manipulation + obsession, cumplay/cum eating, knife-play, fear play, squirting, slight mindbreak + dumbification, brat taming, slight edging, sadistic dom! nanami, mean, sadistic dom! ino — kinktober masterlist ♰ general masterlist

NANAMI’s brow twitched as he stood beside you, jaw clenched, eyes fixed firmly ahead. 

the elevator’s walls seemed to close in tighter with every second, the faint hum of machinery amplifying the tense silence. you stood so close, the scent of your perfume teasing his senses — a sharp reminder of how out of place this whole situation was. work, earn, repeat. that’s how he lived. it was simple. clean-cut. structured.

but right now, in this absurdly small elevator, everything felt off-balance. he could feel the warmth radiating from you, the delicate brush of your shoulder against his suit jacket with every slight movement. was it always this hot in here? nanami shifted, tugging at his tie just a fraction, his jaw tightening further. it felt ridiculous to be this on edge just because of proximity, but there it was — an unshakable awareness that seeped into his calm, logical mind like an unwanted visitor.

his rational side was fighting to stay in control, but his body wasn’t making it easy. the steady beat of his pulse quickened each time your arm brushed his, and he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering for a second — just a second — about how soft your skin would feel beneath those elegant clothes you wore.

he pushed the thought down instantly, berating himself. it was a distraction, an unnecessary complication. he was above this. or at least, he should be.

but damn, was it always this hot in here?

nanami’s mind snapped back to the present when your voice, soft and unsure, broke the silence. he barely registered the exact words at first — just the tone of it, like a hesitant melody that cut through his carefully maintained composure.

"thirty minutes," you stammered, glancing at your phone. "they said it’ll be at least thirty minutes before someone can get us out of here." you bit your lip, shifting your weight nervously beside him. he didn’t miss the way your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your skirt, the way your voice quivered, betraying a mix of awkwardness and something else he couldn’t quite place.

thirty minutes? he scoffed inwardly. it was frustrating enough to be stuck in an elevator with no air circulation, but to know he had to wait that long... for a man like nanami, who valued efficiency and punctuality above all else, this was unacceptable. his jaw clenched as the thoughts spun: tardiness, laziness, incompetence. no job should ever be done half-heartedly. he hated that.

but, then again, the real issue wasn’t just the service delay. no, the real issue was that he was stuck here with you — this pretty little distraction that was making it harder to focus with every passing minute.

and then you said it. casual, innocent, like it was nothing.

"so, um… are you… single?"

he blinked, eyes narrowing slightly as he turned to glance down at you. the question hung between you two, your wide eyes meeting his, an almost naive curiosity written on your face. was this a joke? his lips parted, but nothing came out for a second, as if his mind had temporarily stalled.

why did that question, of all things, get under his skin? his instinct was to scoff again, to brush it off. nanami’s gaze flicked to you, his brows knitting in confusion. your question had already thrown him off, but now, seeing the way you fumbled over your words, he felt that familiar tightening in his chest. you were a stammering mess, nervously wringing your hands, the space between you two suddenly feeling suffocating in a different way.

"i-i mean… you’re so stoic and handsome," you rambled, cheeks flushing as you tried to explain yourself. "i just thought… you probably have someone, right? someone waiting for you?"

his eyes narrowed at first, fully intending to brush off the compliment and offer some curt response about his work mantra, how he kept things simple, focused — no time for distractions, no room for anything beyond work, earn, repeat.

but before he could form the words, his gaze dropped — just for a second — to your thighs. tight, smooth, practically spilling out from the fabric of your tights. the subtle outline of your curves etched into his mind, and suddenly, his resolve wavered. damn it.

it was one night.

just one night where the long hours and exhaustion had blurred the lines between professionalism and his personal cravings. when he had come home late, stripped of his suit, worn down from another day of dealing with assignment after assignment, and his mind — his logical, rational mind — betrayed him. it had drifted to you. you, with those delicate curves, your laugh, the way you always seemed to catch his eye when you thought he wasn’t looking.

he remembered laying in bed, fighting it at first, but then…

he caved.

his hand had slipped under the waistband of his boxers as he allowed his imagination to run wild. you — beneath him, your lips parted in pleasure, your body arching against him. he could almost feel the warmth of your skin, the way you’d moan his name, how soft you’d feel under his touch. his breath had quickened, his body tensing as he imagined your legs wrapped around him, those very same thighs pressing against his sides, every thought more vivid than the last until…

"sir?"

your soft voice snapped him back to reality.

nanami inhaled sharply, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from your thighs. he straightened, the practiced neutrality returning to his features, though the tension in his body betrayed him. this wasn’t good. not at all.

"no," his voice came out a little rougher than intended, his mind still swirling with remnants of the memory he had tried to bury. "i’m not… seeing anyone."

he caught the way your eyes widened just a little, that curious innocence still there, though now he could see the heat behind it too. you probably didn’t realize just how tightly wound he was right now, how close he was to losing the very control he prided himself on.

"really? i just… i thought someone like you would —" you started to ramble again, but nanami cut you off with a slow exhale, his gaze locking onto yours, more intense now, more dangerous.

"don’t assume things you don’t know," he said, voice low, though there was a flicker of something darker in his tone. like how close i am to breaking right now.

the elevator was too small. you were too close. and it was still too damn hot in here.

your breath hitched as you turned away, eyes wide and heart racing, afraid that you had just crossed a line — perhaps the line — with your boss. nanami kento, ever composed, ever stoic, had just scolded you, and now the weight of your words felt heavier than the claustrophobic walls of the elevator. you mumbled an apology, voice so small it barely reached your own ears, let alone his.

you missed the subtle shift in his expression.

nanami watched you closely, the way your shoulders curled in, your body language shrinking as if you wanted to disappear entirely. his chest tightened, and before he could stop himself — before logic and reason could snap him back into place — his hand moved. just a simple touch, a light brush of his fingers against your shoulder, but the contact sent a ripple of warmth up his arm.

his hand lingered for a moment longer than necessary, as if testing the waters, feeling the softness of your form beneath his fingertips. something softened in his expression, a flicker of guilt stirring in his chest. how could you think he was angry?

"hey," his voice came out lower, gentler this time, as his hand rested fully on your shoulder now, squeezing lightly as though to ground you both. "i’m not mad."

you turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting his for a brief second before darting away again, your apology still fresh on your lips. "i didn’t mean to assume —"

"stop," he cut you off, but his tone was far from harsh. in fact, it almost sounded like… reassurance. he wasn’t mad. how could he be? not when you looked so small, so innocent, so vulnerable in front of him. his good, obedient little secretary. always respectful, always eager to please.

he cursed himself inwardly, knowing it was wrong — so wrong — but here he was, letting his hand linger on you, allowing himself this small indulgence. "you didn’t do anything wrong," nanami continued, his thumb unconsciously brushing the fabric of your sleeve, an almost soothing motion. "there’s nothing to apologize for."

there it was again, that dark temptation creeping in. his rational side screamed at him to pull back, to step away before this crossed into dangerous territory. but why? a small, treacherous part of him whispered. why deny himself this simple comfort? especially when you seemed to melt under his touch, when your body relaxed ever so slightly at his reassurance.

he had been good — disciplined — until now. but standing this close to you, in such a confined space, with no escape… how long could he really keep pretending he didn’t want more?

nanami’s pulse quickened the moment his hand shifted from your shoulder to your cheek, his fingers brushing the soft skin of your face as if testing the limits of his own restraint. the logical part of his brain — the part that had always guided him, kept him focused — was screaming at him to stop. to pull back before this went too far.

but the softness of your skin beneath his palm, the way your wide eyes fluttered shut for a moment at his touch, unraveled his resolve piece by piece. his thumb gently traced slow circles on your cheek, his breath catching in his throat. it was intimate. too intimate. and yet… he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

this is wrong, nanami’s mind insisted, but his body didn’t listen. especially not when your hands, delicate and trembling, rested against his chest. the heat of your touch seeped through his shirt, grounding him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. damn it, this cramped space wasn’t helping — his senses were overwhelmed, filled with nothing but you. your warmth, your scent, the tension crackling between you two like electricity.

he leaned in, close enough that he could feel your breath mingle with his, the temptation of your lips just inches away. he shouldn’t —

and then you moved.

before nanami could close the gap, you surprised him by surging forward, pressing your lips against his with an eagerness that threw him off balance. his body tensed, but not out of shock — no, it was from the sheer rush of pleasure that shot through him as your small frame pushed against his. he didn’t expect this. didn’t expect you to escalate things so suddenly, so boldly.

his back hit the corner of the elevator, the cold metal pressing against him as your lips claimed his in a kiss far more heated than he could have imagined. fuck, he thought, a low groan escaping his throat as he felt your hands grip his chest tighter, your body crowding his with a kind of urgency that made his head spin. your fingers curled into his shirt, holding on as if to steady yourself, but it was him who felt on the verge of losing control.

his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer as his lips parted against yours, deepening the kiss with a hunger he hadn’t allowed himself to acknowledge before. your relatively smaller frame pressed against his, and nanami could feel every curve, every inch of you against him.

you cornered him.

it was almost absurd — the way your smaller body had him pinned, had him caught between you and the elevator wall, and yet… he wasn’t complaining. not one bit. in fact, the tension, the heat, only made him want more.

"you…," he rasped against your lips, his voice rough with need as he finally managed to pull back, if only for a second. his hand cupped your face more firmly now, thumb brushing over your swollen lips as he stared down at you with a dark, hungry gaze. "you shouldn’t… play with fire."

but the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips told him you had no intention of stopping, and neither did he.

nanami's breath hitched as he caught sight of the cheeky, flushed smile spreading across your face. damn, you were too tempting like this — smiling up at him with that mix of innocence and mischief, as if you knew exactly what you were doing. his grip on your waist tightened involuntarily as your words slipped out, teasing, taunting.

"one should finish what they started, no?"

your voice was soft, playful, but the implication behind it was anything but. nanami's jaw clenched, a surge of heat flooding through him at the audacity of it all. you were coaxing him — baiting him into indulging in something he had always kept buried, far away from his pristine world of logic and discipline.

he should stop this. he should —

but instead, nanami snapped.

his large hand moved before he could stop himself, grabbing the bottom half of your face, fingers pressing into your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. there was nothing gentle in the way he held you now, his touch firm, almost punishing, as his dark eyes bore into yours.

"you think this is a game?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, filled with the frustration of a man who had been pushed to the edge. "do you think you can tease me like this and walk away unscathed?"

your eyes widened for a moment, but there was no fear there. just that same glimmer of defiance, that same playful spark that drove him absolutely wild. even with his hand gripping your face, even as he berated you, your pupils were blown with lust, your body trembling not in fear, but in anticipation.

and that — that — made something inside nanami snap even further.

his thumb brushed roughly over your swollen lips, his grip tightening just enough to send a clear message of dominance, yet you never looked away. if anything, you leaned into his touch, your eyes half-lidded with lust, lips parting slightly under his thumb, almost as if inviting him to do more.

"you're enjoying this," nanami rasped, his voice darker now, dripping with a mix of disbelief and hunger. "even when i'm humiliating you, you’re enjoying it." he should have felt disgusted, appalled by the way you responded to his harshness, but instead, he found himself liking it — liking the power he held over you, the way your body responded so obediently, so eagerly to him.

"you’re playing a dangerous game," he warned, though his grip softened, his thumb trailing down to brush over your chin before tilting your face up even more. "but if this is what you want…" his voice dropped to a near whisper, his breath ghosting over your lips as he leaned in close, eyes locked onto yours with a dangerous hunger. "i’ll make sure you know exactly what it means to finish what you started."

he could feel the quickened rise and fall of your chest, the flush creeping across your skin, and it only fueled the fire burning inside him.

nanami’s stomach twisted as soon as his hand connected with your cheek. it wasn’t hard — just a light slap, more to test the waters than anything else. he hadn’t even realized what he was doing until it happened. his breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as the sound of his hand meeting your skin echoed in the small, cramped space of the elevator.

had he gone too far?

the brief silence that followed made his blood run cold. you’d gone quiet, too quiet, and for a second, nanami’s mind raced with panic. he was never this reckless, never this indulgent, and now he feared he’d crossed a line he couldn’t take back.

his hand hovered by your face, the tension thick as he searched your eyes for any sign that you were okay. but before he could even think to apologize, he heard it.

a soft, breathy whimper.

you blinked up at him, your lips slightly parted, eyes dark and half-lidded with desire. and then, as if to send him over the edge, your voice — barely more than a whisper — slipped through your trembling lips.

"more… please."

the word hit him like a freight train. nanami’s chest tightened as he watched you — saw the way your cheeks flushed, your body leaning into his, desperate for more of that dangerous touch. it was intoxicating, the way you responded to him, the way you wanted it, even after he’d pushed boundaries he wasn’t sure should be crossed.

"fuck," nanami muttered under his breath, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. he had fully expected you to recoil, to pull back, but instead, here you were, pleading for more. your voice, that soft, needy plea, sent a rush of heat surging through his veins, every bit of self-control he’d clung to unraveling in that moment.

"you really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?" nanami’s voice was rough, deeper than before, as he let his hand trail back up to your cheek, fingers brushing the spot he had just slapped moments ago. the way you looked up at him, with those wide, lust-filled eyes, made him want to ruin you, to give you exactly what you were begging for.

"more?" he asked, his voice low, testing, as his thumb gently brushed over the slight redness on your cheek. "you want me to keep going?"

your breath hitched, and you nodded, biting your lip as you leaned into his touch again. "yes… please," you whispered, your voice so soft, so full of want that it made nanami’s restraint snap completely.

he let out a low growl, his hand sliding back to grip your face, but this time with more force, more intent. "if that’s what you want," he murmured, his tone dangerously calm as his thumb grazed your lips again. "then don’t blame me when you’re left begging for mercy."

nanami’s breath was ragged, his chest heaving with a mix of desire and control as he watched you squirm beneath him. the tie he’d yanked from around his neck was now wrapped tightly between your lips, muffling your moans as you struggled to breathe, your back arched in a perfect curve. every bit of your body was on display for him, your skirt hiked up, lacy panties doing little to cover the perfect swell of your ass.

he shouldn’t be doing this, but the sight of you, the sound of your muffled whimpers, only made him harder — made him want to push you even further.

his large hand came down with a sharp smack! against the soft skin of your ass, the impact sending a ripple through your body. the sound filled the small elevator, and your back arched even higher, pressing yourself into him, silently begging for more. nanami groaned at the sight, at how eagerly your body responded, your hips moving back to meet every slap with more desperation.

"you’re such a mess," nanami muttered, his voice deep and laced with that dark, dominant edge as he watched you wriggle beneath him. his hand came down again, this time slower, more controlled, delivering another firm spank across your panty-covered ass. "look at you, taking everything I give you. begging for it."

you whimpered around his tie, the fabric soaked with your saliva as you gasped, your muffled cries barely audible but unmistakably needy. nanami’s hand drifted down to your panties, his fingers hooking under the waistband, snapping it back against your skin with a sharp snap! you arched into him again, your body reacting instinctively, and he couldn’t help but let a wicked smirk tug at his lips.

"you like that, don’t you?" he teased, gripping the waistband tighter before letting it snap against your skin once more. "you’re arching so beautifully for me… you want more?"

your muffled whimper was all the answer he needed, your body trembling as you nodded frantically, practically begging for him to keep going. nanami let out a low growl of approval, his hand trailing over the red marks forming on your ass, the heat of your skin searing under his touch.

"such a good little secretary," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft as his hand slid up the curve of your back, fingers grazing your skin before pulling away to deliver another sharp spank. the sound was louder this time, echoing through the elevator, and your body jolted in response, a muffled cry escaping your lips as you arched impossibly higher, pushing yourself further into his touch.

"look at you," he rasped, his fingers trailing over the lacy fabric again, teasing you with light touches before pulling back. smack! — another slap, harder this time, your body jerking in response. "you’re practically begging for it."

he pulled back just enough to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing firmly before tugging at the waistband of your panties once more, letting it snap against your skin with a satisfying snap that made you shudder.

"such a good girl," nanami groaned, his breath heavy as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand continued its merciless assault on your ass. "and you’re going to take everything i give you, aren’t you?"

before he could even register it, you had already gone down on nanami and gave him the best head of his life. his chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared down at you as you stood up, still reeling from the sight of you swallowing every last drop of him. the way your eyes gleamed with pride, lips glistening as you stood up and wiped the corners of your mouth — it was enough to drive a man insane. but just as he tried to gather himself, the elevator jolted violently, sending you crashing face-first into his chest.

"oh, shi —" you barely managed to gasp before your body fell against him, your hips bucking forward, and there it was — your clothed cunt rubbing against his still-exposed, sensitive tip. the friction sent a jolt of electricity through both of you.

"fuck," nanami hissed through gritted teeth, his hands instinctively gripping your waist, holding you tight against him. your body felt so warm, so soft, pressed against his, and before he could think about what he was doing, his hips bucked forward slightly, dragging the swollen head of his cock right against your folds through the thin fabric of your panties.

you choked back a gasp, eyes widening as your phone rang in your hand. the elevator was operational again, but your body was flush against nanami's, and the heat between your legs was building fast. still, you answered the call with shaky hands.

"uh, hello…?" your voice was breathless, wavering, as you fought to keep your composure. nanami wasn’t making it easy, though. he kept his grip firm on your hips, his eyes dark with lust as he dragged his cock against your clothed pussy, the fabric of your panties dampening with every slow grind.

his breath was hot against your neck as he leaned in, voice low and teasing. "keep your voice steady," he murmured, his lips barely grazing your ear as his hips rolled again, pressing harder against your folds, "don’t let them know how desperate you are right now."

you bit your lip, trying not to moan as the person on the other end of the line spoke. "y-yes, uh… we’re still in the elevator… it’s — it’s working now, though," you stammered, gripping the phone tightly in one hand while your free hand clutched nanami’s shirt for support. every movement he made had you biting back another sound of pleasure.

nanami's hands slid down to your ass, squeezing roughly as he pulled your hips closer, dragging your clothed cunt harder against him. "you’re making this harder than it needs to be," he muttered, the smirk in his voice unmistakable as he ground himself against you again. "but we’re already here… might as well enjoy it."

your eyes fluttered shut as a quiet gasp escaped your lips. "we’ll… we’ll be out soon," you somehow managed to say into the phone, but your voice was shaky, betraying just how much you were struggling to maintain your composure.

nanami chuckled darkly, his hands continuing their slow, torturous grind against you. "you sound like you’re about to fall apart," he teased, his fingers dipping between your legs just enough to feel the dampness soaking through your panties. "all while you’re on the phone. such a good girl, keeping your composure."

the moment the call ended, you let out a soft whimper, your hips bucking into him instinctively. "nanami, please —"

but nanami silenced you with another slow, deliberate roll of his hips, his cock dragging perfectly along your soaked folds. "don’t rush me," he murmured, voice low and commanding as he pulled you even closer, grinding his length harder against your clothed core. "i’m not done with you yet."

nanami’s breath was ragged, and so was yours, your bodies tangled together in the tight confines of the elevator. his cockhead pressed right against your soaked panties, the thin fabric doing little to hide just how wet you were for him. with every shift of your hips, his cock smeared more of your slick arousal over your panties, and his resolve teetered on the edge of crumbling.

“look at you,” nanami groaned, his fingers tightening their grip on your waist as he dragged your hips back, then forward again, his cockhead rubbing against your soaked folds. “such a dirty little thing, pressing yourself against me like this.”

your body shuddered at his words, the rough, needy tone sending a rush of heat straight between your legs. you could barely think straight, could barely hold yourself up as the tension between you two thickened. “i — i didn’t mean to get so messy,” you whimpered, your lips trembling as you pressed harder against him, grinding yourself down onto his cock. “but… you made me all wet.”

nanami let out a deep chuckle, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in closer. “oh, is that what happened?” he teased, his voice thick with lust as his hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, tugging on it just enough to feel how soaked they were. "seems like you’re a mess for me, no matter where we are."

“n-nanami…” you gasped, your voice trembling with need as you felt him rub against you more insistently. your hands gripped his shirt, knuckles white as you pressed yourself even harder against him, desperate for more of that delicious friction. “please… we can’t just —”

but nanami silenced you with a low growl, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “we can’t just what?” he asked, his voice dark, teasing as he leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing yours. “can’t keep getting messy in this elevator? you’re already soaked, sweetheart. might as well finish the job.”

you whimpered, nodding eagerly despite your body trembling with anticipation. nanami’s hand slid lower, fingers brushing over the soaked fabric of your panties before pulling them aside, exposing your slick, needy folds to him. “see?” he muttered, his fingers grazing your swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. “so fucking wet for me.”

you gasped, pressing yourself harder against his cock as he teased you with his fingers. “it’s your fault,” you mumbled, lips brushing his as you pouted. “now we’re both messy.”

nanami’s grip on your waist tightened, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he dragged his cock along your folds, smearing more of your wetness over both of you. “guess we’ll just have to clean up,” he murmured, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. “back in my car.”

your eyes widened, a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through your veins at his words. “you’re gonna…?”

“oh, i’m going to teach you a proper lesson,” nanami growled, his voice dripping with promise as he pressed his cock harder against you, his breath hot against your lips. “you’re not getting away with just this.”

his hands gripped your waist, pulling you even closer, grinding his cock against your slick folds with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. “we’ll take this to the backseat,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as he dragged out the words. “and i’ll show you just what happens when you get messy like this.”

you bit your lip, eyes dark with lust as you felt him tease you, the thought of being alone with him, in the back of his bmw, sending another wave of arousal through your body. “promise?” you purred, your hips pressing harder against him as you grinded yourself against his cockhead.

nanami’s grip tightened, his voice a low, dangerous rasp as he whispered back, “oh, sweetheart… i never break a promise.”

the soft sound of something shuffling across the floor reaches your ears, pulling your attention away from the tv. at first, you think it’s nothing — maybe the wind, or something outside. but the noise is too close, too distinct. 

like footsteps.

you stiffen slightly, your gaze darting toward the hallway, where the sound seemed to come from. probably just the pipes creaking, you think, trying to calm your racing heart. but when the noise happens again, louder this time, your pulse quickens. that… that wasn’t the pipes.

it must be my cat, you reason, your nerves settling slightly as you tell yourself that. the comforting thought almost makes you relax — except for one glaring issue. 

you don’t have a cat.

your breath hitches, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as fear claws at your chest. your fingers grip the edge of the sofa, and your mind races with a hundred possibilities — each worse than the last. it’s probably nothing, you tell yourself again, but it’s useless now. you already know something’s wrong.

the soft sound of footsteps grows closer, and before you can react, a shadow moves at the edge of the hallway. your heart leaps into your throat as a tall figure steps into view, the dim light casting a dark silhouette against the walls.

you freeze, your breath caught in your chest, as your wide eyes take in the man standing before you. he’s tall — way taller than you — broad-shouldered and built in a way that screams danger. his face is hidden behind a black ski mask, but dirty blonde hair sticks out messily from beneath it, and the glint in his eyes, barely visible through the mask’s slits, makes your blood run cold.

oh no… oh no…

“well, well…” his voice is deep, a little raspy, carrying a calmness that sends a shiver down your spine. “looks like i’ve found myself a pretty little thing tonight.”

your stomach drops. fuck. you’ve heard of this — of him. the burglar who’s been hitting all the homes in the area. you’d heard whispers from your friends, warnings that someone was targeting women who lived alone, but you didn’t think it’d happen to you. and now here you are, face-to-face with him.

he takes a slow step forward, and you instinctively shrink back into the cushions of your sofa, your eyes darting around the room, desperately looking for an escape. but there’s nowhere to go. he’s blocking the only way out.

“you’re exactly my type,” he continues, his tone teasing as his gaze sweeps over you. “kinda hard not to notice when you’re all alone like this.”

your heart hammers in your chest as panic rises, but you can’t move, can’t speak, can’t even scream. it’s like your body’s frozen in place, paralyzed by fear and the oppressive weight of his presence.

he steps closer, his eyes never leaving you, and you swallow hard, your throat dry. you should be doing something, anything — but your brain refuses to cooperate. every instinct in your body is screaming at you to run, but your legs feel like they’re made of lead.

“what’s the matter?” the man — INO, you realize with dread — tilts his head slightly, mocking concern in his voice. “cat got your tongue?”

the soft sound of something shuffling across the floor reaches your ears, pulling your attention away from the tv. at first, you think it’s nothing — maybe the wind, or something outside. but the noise is too close, too distinct. 

like footsteps.

you stiffen slightly, your gaze darting toward the hallway, where the sound seemed to come from. probably just the pipes creaking, you think, trying to calm your racing heart. but when the noise happens again, louder this time, your pulse quickens. that… that wasn’t the pipes.

it must be my cat, you reason, your nerves settling slightly as you tell yourself that. the comforting thought almost makes you relax — except for one glaring issue. 

you don’t have a cat.

your breath hitches, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as fear claws at your chest. your fingers grip the edge of the sofa, and your mind races with a hundred possibilities — each worse than the last. it’s probably nothing, you tell yourself again, but it’s useless now. you already know something’s wrong.

the soft sound of footsteps grows closer, and before you can react, a shadow moves at the edge of the hallway. your heart leaps into your throat as a tall figure steps into view, the dim light casting a dark silhouette against the walls.

you freeze, your breath caught in your chest, as your wide eyes take in the man standing before you. he’s tall — way taller than you — broad-shouldered and built in a way that screams danger. his face is hidden behind a black ski mask, but dirty blonde hair sticks out messily from beneath it, and the glint in his eyes, barely visible through the mask’s slits, makes your blood run cold.

oh no… oh no…

“well, well…” his voice is deep, a little raspy, carrying a calmness that sends a shiver down your spine. “looks like i’ve found myself a pretty little thing tonight.”

your stomach drops. fuck. you’ve heard of this — of him. the burglar who’s been hitting all the homes in the area. you’d heard whispers from your friends, warnings that someone was targeting women who lived alone, but you didn’t think it’d happen to you. and now here you are, face-to-face with him.

he takes a slow step forward, and you instinctively shrink back into the cushions of your sofa, your eyes darting around the room, desperately looking for an escape. but there’s nowhere to go. he’s blocking the only way out.

“you’re exactly my type,” he continues, his tone teasing as his gaze sweeps over you. “kinda hard not to notice when you’re all alone like this.”

your heart hammers in your chest as panic rises, but you can’t move, can’t speak, can’t even scream. it’s like your body’s frozen in place, paralyzed by fear and the oppressive weight of his presence.

he steps closer, his eyes never leaving you, and you swallow hard, your throat dry. you should be doing something, anything — but your brain refuses to cooperate. every instinct in your body is screaming at you to run, but your legs feel like they’re made of lead.

“what’s the matter?” the man — INO, you realize with dread — tilts his head slightly, mocking concern in his voice. “cat got your tongue?”

his lips curve into a smirk beneath the mask, and something dark flickers in his gaze as he watches you, clearly enjoying the way you’re trembling in front of him. he’s toying with you — and that realization only makes your stomach twist tighter.

ino’s gaze drops down to your body, taking in the way your chest rises and falls with shallow, rapid breaths. he lets out a soft chuckle, his hand coming up to his mask as he adjusts it slightly. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’m not here to hurt you,” he says, though his tone is anything but reassuring. “at least… not unless you give me a reason to.”

he steps forward again, his body now looming over you, the proximity making your skin crawl with a mix of fear and something else — something darker, more primal. his gloved fingers reach out, tracing along the curve of your jawline, and you flinch at the contact.

“now, be a good girl,” he purrs, his voice dropping lower as his fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “and maybe this won’t be as bad as you think.”

your heart pounds so loudly in your ears that you barely hear his words, but the weight of his presence, the teasing menace in his tone, is enough to send your mind spiraling. how do you get out of this?

“don’t… don’t do this,” you finally manage to whisper, your voice trembling as your wide eyes search his for any sign of mercy. “please…”

he laughs — a soft, almost amused sound that makes your blood run cold. “oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning in close, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath through the mask. “you’re not in any position to be begging just yet.”

fear propels you into a sprint as you dart past ino, your heart pounding in your chest as you fly up the stairs, each footfall echoing in the quiet of your home. the adrenaline surges through your veins, urging you to move faster, to escape the looming threat behind you. you have to get away!

“oh come on!” his voice is exasperated, almost amused, as it fades behind you, but the sound only pushes you to go quicker. you burst into your room, slamming the door shut behind you and fumbling with the lock, praying it holds long enough for you to catch your breath.

but before you can even take a moment to steady yourself, the door crashes open with a deafening bang, splintering the silence in your room. you barely have time to register the fact that he’s already inside before he lunges at you, a blur of motion that’s far too quick for your startled mind to process.

he grabs you, pulling you toward him with an ease that makes your heart drop. the bed hits your back as he practically throws you onto it, the impact sending a jolt of panic through your body. you scramble back, trying to put as much distance between you as possible, but there’s nowhere to go. he’s looming over you, and the way he looks down at you sends chills racing up your spine.

“you really thought you could run away?” ino says, his voice dripping with amusement, the ski mask still hiding his face but doing nothing to mask the predatory glint in his eyes. “that’s cute.”

you watch him warily, breathless and wide-eyed as he leans over you, his hands gripping the edges of the bed as he keeps you pinned in place. the way the texture of the mask brushes against your skin sends jolts through your body, a confusing mix of fear and something else — a dangerous thrill that makes your heart race even faster.

“don’t fight me,” he says, his tone low and teasing, as if he’s reveling in the way you tremble beneath him. “you really don’t want to make this harder on yourself.”

with a swift motion, he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with surprising strength. your heart races as you feel the weight of his body pressing down against you, his proximity overwhelming in the most disorienting way. your body betrays you, heat flooding your cheeks as you struggle against his hold, but he only tightens his grip, a smirk forming beneath his mask.

“you’re stronger than you look,” he muses, his eyes glinting with mischief as he observes you, clearly enjoying the way you squirm. “but it won’t do you any good now, sweetheart.”

you bite back a whimper as you try to wriggle free, panic clawing at your throat. the reality of the situation sinks in — he’s here, he’s got you, and you’re utterly at his mercy. the thought sends a fresh wave of fear coursing through you, and you can feel your breaths quickening again.

“let me go!” you plead, your voice trembling as you meet his gaze. there’s gotta be a way out of this, you think desperately, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to think straight.

“not a chance,” ino replies, his voice smooth and confident. “you’re way too much fun like this.”

he leans in closer, and the scent of him washes over you — something musky and earthy that mingles with the faint hint of sweat. it’s intoxicating, and for a moment, your breath hitches, your body reacting in ways you’re not prepared to face.

“you’re going to make this easy for me,” he continues, his voice dropping lower, a teasing lilt dancing in his tone. “or I’ll have to make it harder.”

his grip is firm but not painful, and the weight of his body on top of yours feels suffocating in a way that makes your head spin. he’s close enough that you can see the small details of the mask — the way it contours to his face, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. it’s disarming and confusing, and you can’t help but feel a strange mix of fear and… excitement?

“now,” he says, his voice low and coaxing as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “let’s have some fun, shall we?”

the sudden ring of your phone slices through the tense atmosphere like a knife, and instinctively, you reach out for it, your heart racing with a mix of hope and terror. maybe it’s your friend calling to check in, and maybe, just maybe, she’ll hear what’s happening and come to your rescue.

you snatch the phone off the dresser, fumbling with the screen as you answer the call, “h-hello?” your voice trembles slightly, the sound of your friend’s voice on the other end a brief flicker of relief. but before you can say anything, a heavy hand clamps over your mouth, silencing you as ino leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“if you make a sound,” he whispers, low and threatening, “i won’t hesitate to kill you — and whoever’s on the other line.”

the weight of his words hits you like a ton of bricks, and your heart drops. he can’t be serious... you think, but the knife he presses gently against your neck tells you otherwise. the cool blade sends a shiver down your spine, and you freeze, your grip on the phone tightening as you fight to maintain your composure.

“are you busy?” your friend asks through the line, oblivious to the turmoil happening just a few feet away. “i need your help with something!”

you nod slightly, not daring to make a sound as you press the phone closer to your ear, forcing yourself to respond while keeping your voice steady. “n-no, i’m… i’m not busy,” you manage to stutter out, your pulse racing as ino’s hand stays firmly over your mouth, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his lips.

as your friend continues talking, asking about your availability, you’re acutely aware of ino’s body pressing against yours, the way he languidly rolls himself against your clothed cunt, sending an unexpected wave of heat coursing through you. “just a sec,” you manage to mutter into the phone, your voice strained as you try to sound casual while panic rises in your chest. your friend’s voice is a distant hum, the urgency of her words drowned out by the chaos inside your head.

“you’re doing such a good job, babe,” ino murmurs, his tone dripping with mockery, clearly reveling in the power he holds over you. “but don’t forget — if you let out even a peep, this little chat ends for you, and it’ll be messy. got it?”

you nod slowly, your throat tightening as you swallow hard, trying to focus on your friend’s voice rather than the suffocating fear that wraps around you. it’s like a tightrope walk, balancing the need to keep the conversation going while also staving off the overwhelming terror of your situation.

“so, can you come over?” your friend asks, her tone light, unaware of the danger lurking in your room. if only you could scream out for help… but with ino’s knife resting so dangerously close to your neck, that option is off the table.

“uh, sure… just… give me a minute,” you force out, your heart racing as you try to think of a way to escape this nightmare. your mind races, searching for an opportunity, but as ino shifts again, the heat of his body pressing against you feels like a taunting reminder of your helplessness.

“oh, perfect!” your friend chirps. “i really need you, it’s important! i’ll be there in ten!”

the phone call is still going, but you’re barely able to process what your friend is saying as ino continues to roll against you, his movements slow and deliberate, sending shivers of confusion through your body. you feel yourself flush, but there’s no time to dwell on it.

“keep talking to her,” ino whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, sending an involuntary shudder through you. “i wanna hear how good you can be at this. show me you can keep quiet.”

the pressure of his body and the weight of his threat settle heavily on your chest, and you focus on your friend’s voice, trying to keep the conversation alive while battling the overwhelming need to scream. you have to keep it together, you remind yourself, your heart racing with fear and confusion as you desperately try to think of a way out.

your voice trembles as you stammer out excuses, trying desperately to sound convincing. “i… uh, i can’t come over right now. something…something came up.” the words feel foreign on your tongue, but you force them out, glancing nervously at ino. he’s still looming over you, that wicked grin never leaving his face as he continues to press against you, his movements slow and deliberate.

the pressure of his body against yours is overwhelming, each grind sending jolts of unwanted sensation through you, making it harder to focus on the conversation. you can feel the heat pooling in your core, and you hate yourself for it. this isn’t the time for that, you think, but it’s like your body has betrayed you.

“what do you mean? is everything okay?” your friend’s voice is filled with concern, and for a fleeting moment, you wish you could tell her the truth, wish you could scream for help. but ino’s knife presses harder against your neck, the cool metal a stark reminder of how dire your situation is.

“y-yeah, everything’s fine! just… a little… busy,” you manage to force out, your heart racing as you struggle to keep your composure. you can’t let your friend suspect anything is wrong; the stakes are too high.

“busy with what? you sound weird,” she replies, her tone sharpening as she senses your hesitation.

before you can answer, ino rolls his hips against you again, the movement more insistent this time, a low groan escaping his lips as he leans closer. “keep talkin’,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine. “I like hearing you squirm.”

the knife digs slightly into your skin, the threat palpable as you fight to maintain your focus on the call. don’t breathe wrong, you think, panic clawing at your throat. just keep talking.

“n-no, really! i just have a lot going on, that’s all!” you stutter, forcing a laugh that sounds more like a desperate gasp. “i’ll call you back later, okay?”

“are you sure? i can come over if you need help,” she presses, her voice laced with genuine concern.

the tension in your body rises, and you can feel the sweat trickling down your back as ino’s movements become more insistent, each thrust a reminder of his dominance over you. you have to get her off the line, you think desperately, but your mouth feels dry, the words stuck in your throat.

“i… um, no! please, just… give me some space,” you finally manage, praying that your tone sounds convincing. please let her take the hint, you plead silently.

“okay, but call me if you need anything!” she replies, still sounding worried, but you can hear her voice fading as she says goodbye.

as soon as the call disconnects, you exhale a shaky breath, but the relief is short-lived. ino’s gaze is intense, and he leans in closer, the knife still pressing against your neck, reminding you of the fine line you’re walking.

“good girl,” he whispers, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as he continues to grind against you, the friction igniting a heat that you desperately wish you could ignore. “you kept your mouth shut. now, let’s see how quiet you can be.”

the way he’s moving against you, the heat radiating from his body, makes your head spin. the thrill of fear mixes with something else — something you hate yourself for feeling — and you can’t help but shudder as his hands grip your wrists tighter.

“remember,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, “if you make a sound, i won’t hesitate to make this a whole lot worse for you.”

you nod, heart racing, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and fear as he continues to press against you, the weight of his presence suffocating in the most dangerous way.

as ino grinds against you, lost in the heat of the moment, you feel the pressure mounting — not just from his body, but from the knife that lies dangerously close. the tension in the air thickens, your heart racing with a mix of fear and an unsettling thrill.

“you’re so damn good at this,” he murmurs, his voice low and breathy, almost reverent as he leans closer, his eyes dark with desire. but there's a hunger in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.

before you can even process what’s happening, he hoists your legs over his shoulders, shifting your position as he yanks down your pants. panic surges through you, but your body reacts before your mind can catch up. you feel the heat pooling low in your belly, a sickening mix of fear and something you hate to acknowledge.

“just relax,” he whispers, his voice dripping with a predatory edge. the knife lies forgotten somewhere on your bed, the danger still very much present, but now it feels overshadowed by the raw need radiating from him.

as he grinds against your panties, the friction makes you gasp, your body betraying you as he rocks against you with an intensity that makes your head spin. he’s practically whining now, lost in the pleasure of the moment, babbling incoherently as if he’s in a trance.

“you’re s’tight, baby… fuck — i can’t wait,” he pants, his breath hot against your skin. “please…” you whisper, trying to sound firm, but your voice only seems to heighten his excitement.

“shhh, just let it happen,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he continues to grind against you, the heat building between you. he presses against you harder, desperation spilling over as he loses himself in the moment, seemingly forgetting everything else. with a final groan, he presses against you harder, and you brace yourself for what’s to come, knowing you won’t be able to escape this — whatever it is. in the depths of the moment, you understand there’s a twisted kind of power in surrendering, even if you despise it.

as ino hovers over you, the tension crackles in the air, and you can't ignore the heat radiating between your bodies. his manic gaze is locked onto you, eyes wild with an obsession that sends a rush of adrenaline through your veins.

“i can’t help it,” he breathes, his voice low and fervent. “i’ve wanted you for so long. and now that i have you, i can’t control myself.” he shifts against you, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh.

the realization sends a jolt through you. he's completely lost it, you think, a mix of fear and something you can’t quite place swirling inside you. “ino, this is… too much,” you stammer, trying to regain some control over the situation.

“too much?” he echoes, his tone almost mocking. “you don’t even know what you’re asking for. i’ve dreamt about this, about you, for so long. and now that you’re here, in front of me…” he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin, “i can’t hold back.”

the manic energy radiating off him is almost intoxicating, and despite your instincts screaming at you to run, there’s a part of you that feels drawn in, curious about the dark passion he exudes.

“you should be honored,” he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “i don’t let just anyone into my world. but you? you’re special. you’re the only one who gets me.”

“ino, please,” you plead, your heart racing. “this isn’t right.”

he chuckles darkly, his fingers tightening around your wrists as he pins you against the bed. “oh, but it is. this is fate, and you’re meant to be mine. you just don’t see it yet.”

his voice drops to a husky whisper as he inches closer, the tension between you palpable. “and trust me, once you feel how much i want you, you won’t want to escape. you’ll be begging for more.”

the fire in his gaze is both terrifying and thrilling, and as he presses his body against yours, you can’t ignore the rush of conflicting emotions coursing through you. what’s happening?

he lets out a low groan, the sound reverberating through your body as he grinds against you, clearly lost in the moment. “just give in,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours. “let me show you what it feels like to be truly loved.”

with that, he leans in, his mouth crashing against yours, and despite the chaos of the situation, you feel an undeniable spark igniting between you. in that moment, everything shifts, and you realize that you’re caught in his web of manic obsession, and there’s no escaping it now.

ino has you pinned beneath him, his strong arms caging you in as you lie helpless on your bed, heart racing. the weight of him, the scent of his sweat, and the feel of his rough hands gripping your wrists sends a wave of adrenaline and something far darker coursing through your veins. the black ski mask covering his face does little to hide the intensity in his eyes as they roam over you, his lips twitching underneath the fabric.

"you really thought you could run?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as his hips continue to roll slowly against you. your legs instinctively try to close, but his knees force them apart, keeping you in place. the friction between his body and your clothed core makes you whimper, and you can feel his smirk, even if you can't see it. his teasing grind is deliberate, slow — enough to make your body react but not nearly enough to give you any real relief.

"pathetic," he mutters, adjusting his grip on your wrists, forcing them above your head as he leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "you’re already soaked, aren’t you?" his hips press down harder this time, the pressure sending a jolt through your body. each roll is measured, drawing out the tension as he watches you struggle beneath him, both knowing you're trapped, helpless. he could do anything he wanted, and you couldn't stop him.

his fingers trail down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he slides his hand between your thighs, cupping your clothed heat with a rough palm. "fuck," he groans, his voice breaking slightly.

you try to squirm away, your body instinctively fighting against the overwhelming sensation as his rough palm cups your clothed mound, but every slight movement makes the friction worse — or better. the pressure of his touch sends an electric jolt through you, and instead of finding an escape, you shiver beneath him, your breath catching in your throat.

your hips betray you, bucking up into his hand, and a whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. he chuckles darkly, his voice low and teasing as he leans in closer. “oh? trying to fight me, huh?” his fingers press harder against the damp fabric between your legs, and you can feel how wet you’ve already become. the shame hits you, but it only fuels the need growing inside you, your body betraying every thought of resistance.

your chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and a soft sob of pleasure escapes your lips as his hand starts to move, slowly rubbing over your aching core. “look at you,” he sneers, voice dripping with mockery. “you’re crying, and i’ve barely even touched you.” his free hand moves to grab your chin, tilting your head so you can meet his gaze — or what little you can see of it behind that black mask. the gleam in his eyes is pure satisfaction, taking in every little shiver, every shaky breath as he controls your every reaction.

you try to turn your face away, but he forces you to look at him, and you let out a breathless moan, the fight slipping out of you as his fingers continue their torturous, leisurely pace. “that's it,” he coos, his voice both cruel and sweet as his thumb grazes over your clothed clit, sending shockwaves through your body. “no use running now, you’re mine.”

the words tumble from your lips, barely coherent, desperate as you beg, but even you don’t know if you’re asking him to stop or to give you more. "please... ino, please," you whimper, your voice cracking, but what are you begging for? the pressure on your sensitive nub is overwhelming, making your head spin as his fingers continue their relentless assault. every stroke of his thumb sends jolts of pleasure so sharp it feels like torture, your mind a fog of confusion and need.

your body writhes under him, but you can’t escape — the weight of him pinning you down, the coarse fabric of his ski mask brushing against your neck as he leans down, pressing his lips against your skin. the rough material scrapes over the sensitive flesh, leaving a burning trail that sends a shiver through your entire body. the sensation makes you squeal, the combination of his hand between your thighs and the mask rubbing against your neck sending you spiraling deeper into the haze of pleasure.

you gasp as your hips jerk up into his hand, your walls clenching, tightening with every unbearable stroke of his fingers. "fuck, look at you," he breathes out against your neck, his voice muffled by the mask but dripping with amusement. "you can’t even think straight, can you?"

he grinds his hips into you, and you can feel how hard he is through his pants, the thickness pressing against your core as he matches the pace of his fingers with the slow, torturous roll of his hips. your legs tremble, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure mounts, threatening to swallow you whole.

"you’re practically begging for it," he growls into your ear, his hand tightening its grip on your wrists above your head. "your body wants it, even if your mind is too dumbed out to figure it out." his fingers press harder against your soaked panties, teasing the outline of your entrance, making you gasp and arch into him.

every movement, every brush of his mask against your neck, every stroke of his fingers, sends you spiraling closer to the edge. your walls flutter, trapping him as your body betrays you, clenching down as if trying to pull him in, desperate for more. you’re helpless, lost in the pleasure, the tension coiling in your belly, ready to snap.

your voice catches in your throat, barely a whimper escaping as your body seizes up. the wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling uncontrollably as you squirt, soaking through your panties and the sheets beneath you. your entire body shakes, overwhelmed by the intensity, your mind too scrambled to even form a protest. your nails dig into his arms as you cling to him, trying to steady yourself through the storm of pleasure that’s wracking your body.

ino lets out a low groan, his breath ragged as he feels the wetness seep through to his own skin. "fuck..." he mutters, his voice strained, thick with lust as he fumbles with his pants, pulling himself free. there’s no hesitation, no pause, just the pure, desperate need driving him as he presses himself against your drenched, clothed core. the heat of him, the hardness, makes your body twitch in response, even as you’re still coming down from your high.

"you’re so fucking messy," he grits out, his hips grinding desperately against you, his cock sliding against the fabric, teasing you with every movement. your body reacts instinctively, your thighs trembling, hips bucking up into him as if chasing more. the feel of him rubbing against your wet panties, the pressure just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to give you the full satisfaction your body craves, leaves you gasping for breath.

ino’s hands grip your hips roughly, pulling you tighter against him as he buries his face in your neck, the mask scratching against your skin again. he’s groaning now, his voice deep and broken, lost in his own need as he ruts against you, his movements growing more erratic. “shit, i can’t… i need this,” he mutters, his words slurring as his breath comes out in ragged pants. his cock drags against your clothed entrance, the friction almost too much, and you feel like you’re going to fall apart all over again.

you’re gripping him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulders as your body responds helplessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he continues to rut against you, desperate, frantic. his moans grow louder, his hips stuttering as he chases his release, each grind pushing you further into the haze of pleasure, making you shudder as his weight and need consume you.

you hear him mumble against your neck, broken fragments of words, curses, and your name all mixing together in his heated breath as he loses himself in you. his movements become sloppy, his hips bucking harder, more erratic, and you can feel him getting closer, his body trembling with the same desperation you feel.

ino’s frustration bleeds through his every action, his hips still grinding against you in frantic, messy thrusts, the heat of his body unbearable. you can feel how badly he wants to take you, to rip away the last barrier of fabric between you, but something holds him back — something that only fuels his frustration.

"fuck," he growls, his voice low and filled with anger, more at himself than at you, as his hips grind into your soaked panties. "i should’ve just stripped you down the second i had you pinned here." his breath is hot against your ear, each word dripping with impatience, but his hands tremble slightly as he hesitates, torn between his raw desire and the thin thread of control he’s barely hanging onto.

his hand moves suddenly, and you freeze as the cold steel of his knife presses against your throat once more. the sharp edge bites lightly into your skin, not enough to cut but enough to remind you of the power he holds over you, the danger that hangs in the air. your breath catches, your heart pounding wildly, and your body tenses under him, helpless and trembling as his voice rumbles against your neck.

"if you ever," he growls, his words slow, deliberate, dripping with possessiveness, "let anyone else see these fucking expressions —" his grip tightens on the knife, the blade pushing just a little closer to your skin, making your pulse race even faster. "i swear, i’ll eat them alive." his voice is dark, dripping with a twisted affection as his lips press against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just beneath the edge of the mask.

you shudder, gasping softly as his hips push harder against you, his cock grinding against your soiled core, every movement sending you spiraling further into the mix of fear and pleasure. your mind is a blur, overwhelmed by the sensations, by his possessive words, by the blade at your throat, and the way his body presses so heavily into yours. you can feel his frustration radiating off him, the way his body trembles with the urge to claim you fully, to strip you bare and take everything he wants.

but he holds back, barely, his anger simmering just beneath the surface as he continues to grind into you, his voice low and rough as he growls into your ear. "you’re mine. every look, every moan, every fucking inch of you — mine."

ino’s restraint snaps like a thread stretched too tight. his body trembles against you, his breaths coming out in ragged, shallow gasps as his need overtakes him entirely. his hands, rough and impatient, yank at your shirt, dragging the fabric up and exposing your bare chest to the cool air. the sight of you — helpless, vulnerable beneath him, your skin glistening with sweat — pushes him over the edge.

"fuck... fuck!" he groans, his voice cracking as he stares down at your exposed skin. his hands tighten on your waist, and his hips jerk uncontrollably against you, the pressure building in him unbearable. his eyes, wild with need and hunger, lock onto your chest, and that’s all it takes.

with a growl, his body seizes up, his cock pulsing violently as he spills himself all over your chest, his warm release splattering across your skin, marking you with every pulse of his release. his hips stutter as he continues to grind into you, chasing every last wave of pleasure as his cum drips down your chest, glistening in the dim light. his breathing is uneven, harsh as he rides out the final tremors, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurts.

"shit..." he mutters, his voice strained as he looks down at the mess he’s made of you. his eyes darken, his lips curling into a smirk beneath the mask as he takes in the sight of you covered in him, marked in a way that only he can claim. his breath is hot and ragged as he leans down, the knife still resting against your throat, his body trembling as he presses his forehead against yours.

"that’s what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, filled with a possessive edge. "no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch you."

you’re trembling beneath him, your body still reeling from the intensity of it all. every breath you take is shaky, and the sensation of his release dripping down your torso, warm and sticky, makes you wince slightly, your body too sensitive to handle much more. the way it trails down your skin, pooling at your chest, makes you mewl softly, your voice catching in your throat as you try to choke back your sounds.

ino, though, has other plans. with a low, guttural groan, he dips his head down, his tongue darting out to lap up the mess he’s made of you, dragging it across your chest. the first swipe of his tongue is slow, deliberate, and the feeling of it — his warm, slick tongue against your skin, cleaning you off — makes you gasp. a choked moan escapes your lips, your back arching involuntarily as he hungrily laps at his own essence, savoring both the taste of himself and the way your scent clings to it.

"fuck..." he mutters, his words barely coherent as his tongue drags over your sensitive skin, leaving wet, hot trails in its wake. his breath hitches, and he lets out a muffled moan of his own, completely lost in the sensation, the mix of his taste and your scent driving him wild. his mouth works eagerly, almost desperately, over your skin, each lick and lap more insistent than the last as he chases every drop, his eyes fluttering shut, lost in the moment.

you can hear the wet sound of his tongue as it glides over your chest, the mouth area of his ski mask now damp from his relentless lapping. his movements are rough, uncoordinated, his hands gripping your sides as if trying to keep himself grounded, but his need to taste more — feel more — overpowers everything. his body shudders, his breath coming out in heavy pants as his tongue moves faster, more erratically, licking up every inch of your skin as though he’s desperate to claim every last bit of his release from you.

"so fucking good..." he groans, his voice deep and slurred, eyes rolling back as he presses his face harder into you, his mask now clinging to his skin from the moisture. the combination of your scent and his taste is too much for him, making him delirious, and the low, guttural moans he’s letting out only heighten the sensation coursing through you.

each time his tongue touches your skin, a fresh wave of heat surges through you, your body trembling under the intensity. you can barely form a coherent thought, too lost in the feeling of his mouth on you, his tongue tracing every inch of your skin, drinking you in as though he can’t get enough.

ino's hunger only grows as he alternates between swirling his tongue over your hardened nipples and sucking them into his mouth. the sharp contrast between the gentle lapping of his tongue and the rough, possessive nips against your sensitive buds sends you into a tailspin. you squirm under him, desperate for something to hold onto, your fingers slipping against his dampened mask as you try to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensations.

each time his mouth closes around your nipple, you feel the heat of his breath through the thin fabric of his ski mask, the wetness from his mouth seeping through and clinging to your skin. he sucks harder, his tongue teasing and tasting the mixture of his own release and your skin, letting out a deep, guttural growl as the taste seems to drive him to the brink of insanity.

you scramble for purchase, your hands gripping whatever you can find — his shoulders, his arms — anything to ground yourself as your body jerks under his relentless attention. but your fingers brush against his ski mask, tugging at the edges in your frantic state. you can feel the fabric starting to loosen, nearly yanking it off his head in your desperation.

he growls low in his throat, his hips jerking as your nails accidentally graze his scalp. his voice comes out ragged, hoarse with need as he briefly pulls away from your chest, but not before pressing a bruising bite against your nipple, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

"fuck," he rasps, his voice dangerously low, vibrating against your chest as his breath comes in heavy pants. "you tryna rip this off?" he taunts, though there’s a possessive edge to his tone, his grip tightening on your hips as he pins you down even harder. he’s barely holding himself together, the heat radiating off of him as his mouth crashes back onto your chest, sucking harshly at your nipple, lips sealing around it as he devours every last drop of his essence off of your skin.

his mask is now barely clinging on, damp and slipping, but he doesn’t care. he’s too lost in the feel of you, his growls vibrating against your chest as he sucks greedily, almost as if punishing you for daring to pull at his mask. the intensity of it all makes you cry out, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your body arches helplessly into his mouth.

ino’s grip on you tightens as you mewl beneath him, your voice shaky and breathless as you beg, “please… show me your face…”

he snickers in response, a low, mocking sound that makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment and frustration. "you really think you deserve to see that, huh?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as his hips grind down into you one more time, making you whimper.

"please," you choke out, your voice cracking with desperation. "just once… lemme see you."

his fingers tighten painfully around your hips, and instead of answering, he lowers his head, sucking harshly on your sensitive nipple before delivering a sharp, stinging nip to it. you gasp, your back arching off the bed as the pain shoots through you, mixing with the lingering pleasure, sending your mind reeling.

"ahh! — p-please… stop —" you stammer, but your body betrays you, arching into him, craving more despite the bite. you’re trembling, barely able to think straight as his hand drags across your torso, his touch possessive, lingering, before pulling away.

ino smirks, savoring the way your body reacts to him even as you beg for mercy. "you say stop, but this —" he presses his hand against your heated core, still soaked through your panties — "says you want me to keep going. you're a mess for me." his words are laced with dark amusement, his thumb circling your clit over your soaked panties, making you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"i —" you gasp, struggling to form words as your body writhes beneath him. "i just… please, show me —"

before you can finish your sentence, he suddenly pulls away, standing up at the edge of the bed, leaving you breathless and aching for more. your wide eyes follow him as he wipes the back of his hand across his ski mask, the damp fabric sticking to his face, but still concealing his features from you.

“you think you’re in a position to make demands?” he sneers, tilting his head as he looks down at you, the sharp glint of the knife now tracing along your trembling body. your breath catches in your throat as the cold steel grazes your skin, sending a shiver through you. “maybe i’ll show you… but not today.”

“ino, please —” your voice is soft, pleading, but he only chuckles in response, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask.

“begging won’t change anything,” he growls, his tone colder now, as if to remind you of your place. "you're lucky i’ve even given you this much." he presses the knife lightly against your stomach, dragging it up toward your chest, causing you to gasp.

“you’re mine now," he says softly, but the possessiveness in his voice makes your heart race. “if i ever catch you begging someone else like this, I’ll make sure they never touch you again. got it?”

you can only nod weakly, your body trembling under his gaze. he lets the knife fall away from your skin, stepping back from the bed with a twisted smirk. “good girl.”

before you can respond, before you can even process the mixture of fear and desire still surging through you, he turns, heading for the door. "sweet dreams," he calls over his shoulder, his voice filled with dark amusement as he disappears into the night, leaving you alone, breathless and marked by his touch.

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some favourite shots I did for episode 6... it was so fun crafting the final bridge scene from Travis' script, and seriously all the credit for the amazing opening seq goes to our EP Aaron for taking the emotion in Yaz's exposure therapy to the next level!

Inspo for this ep mainly came from the Alebrijes attack and car chase boards from the Coco blu-ray deleted scenes. Seriously yall, if you're an aspiring board artist, go watch those, they're all masterclasses in camera, framing, and acting.

Some thoughts below about these boards if yall are interested...

Becklespinaxes - there was a LOT of research that went into becklespinaxes (aka altispinaxes) to make this bridge scene happen. In the original script, there was the idea that Blondie (the yellow becklespinax) would be ramming and spinning the side of the van all over the bridge from the beginning, all while ben was still driving forward and Sammy was trying to climb the side latter of the van and into Yaz's window. - I think in writing it made for a really rad scene, but there were some concerns that the physics of all of that, as well as some staging issues, so I dove into becklespinax research to see if some of these problems could be fixed by grounding the conflict in the dino's hunting/attack styles - From what I can remember, as a mid-sized theropod, the becklespinax would've hunted small sauropods and the like, not van-sized dinos, so having her ramming the side of the van was out. Instead, I theorized the becklespinax would more likely be interested in rooting out the tastey treats inside, like a bird fishing out grubs from inside a tree or log. Thus, Blondie jamming her head into the window was born - From there on I tried to keep the van-and-dino physics and behaviours as grounded as possible, but i'll be the first to admit that physics was never my strong suit and sometimes the plot's just gotta come first over science

One detail I loved that unfortunately seemed to get passed over in animation was the way the second becklespinax, Brownie, entered the shot from behind the camera, and covered up the "NOW LEAVING DINOSAUR FREE ZONE" to just be "NOW DINOSAUR ZONE". Corny, I know! But it felt right and I was heartbroken to see that it wasn't caught in time to be able to go back and change it

Also no heart by sammy's name on yaz's phone :( idk why, sorry gang

About boards, an interesting thing to keep in mind was that even though this bridge may seem like a pretty isolated and simple set, there were actually several moments/shots that I didn't end up using because they revealed too much of the background, specifically the exterior island set and the exterior mainland sets that connected to the bridge! That's right, in the actual set models, those parts are just the cliff ledges and a bit on the sides, everything else would have to be what's called a paintover. That's something for aspiring storyboard artists to keep in mind about working on 3D TV shows: the sets come before storyboards in the pipeline, so often you have to make what you want to do work to the set, and not the other way around like in feature!

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Hii!!

(I hope you’re feeling okay and remember to drink water! Also ignore if you’re not up for writing this ask)

What about the batboys watching their s/o (or best friend! Reader) fall back in love with life.

Reader has been down and depressed for months possibly but something happens and they smile or laugh genuinely for the first time in a while!

(Again just ignore if you don’t like it)

Tim

Thought he was dreaming when he saw you loving life once again by having your usual morning drink and closing your eyes, smiling softly as though the simple act as drinking had single handedly brought back your love for life.

It felt like a miracle to Tim as he could only be reminded of how just a few days ago you were borderline mute and refusing to move an inch out of bed, and now here you were, standing in your shared kitchen and smiling softly into your mug as you devoted yourself to savouring the drink as it went down your throat. The simple things were what seemed to have brought your love for life back and Tim couldn’t help but let a smile spread across his face as he watched how the natural lighting from the kitchen window made you seem almost ethereal in that moment.

It was truly a testament to your ability to find the power to get up out of bed, thinking that this day would be just like all the others, only to find your happiness lying in wait inside a ceramic cup. You had dug deep inside yourself whether you realised it or not to revive your appreciation for life. You did that, the morning drink merely helped put that smile back on your face where it belonged.

Tim couldn’t have been more prouder of you in that moment as he joined your side, kissing the side of your head as the domesticity of your relationship came back in full effect, almost as if nothing had happened. Everything was back to how it should be since the beginning and Tim was going to do whatever he could in his power to keep it that way.

Damian

The moment Damian heard a familiar laughter coming from outside followed by a pair of dogs barking, he immediately dropped his pencil and rushed to his window to see what was happening, only to see that it was just you watching on from under a tree as Titus and Ace chased after a pair of squirrels.

It might’ve been dismissed had it not been for the fact that you had finally found the strength after a month long episode of deep desperation and were smiling so brightly and looking happy again that it genuinely made Damian speechless.

He knew how hard it had been for you as of lately and he had been trying his best to be there for you whenever possible when he wasn’t busy with school or being Robin. You had fallen out of love with life and Damian swore he had never felt such helplessness when he tried to coax you out of bed but to no avail, he genuinely didn’t know how to help you and the fact that you had given up on helping yourself only made Damian more helpless.

So seeing you fall back in love with life again after so long made Damian not hesitate in joining you in this celebration of yours as he uncharacteristically bolts out of the mansion with a chest full of pride and a heart full of relief and happiness. All he wanted was for you to be okay -both mentally and physically- and now that you finally were, he couldn’t help but want to spend as much time as he could allow himself to be with you.

He may try to act nonchalant about the whole thing but you could easily tell from the way he stayed shoulder to shoulder with you, brushing the back of his hand against your own, and that he was just as happy if not more to see you back on your feet. No words were spoken as you and Damian both watched Titus and Ace in amusement, you rested your head against his shoulder as he rested his atop of yours soon after, drinking in the moment together as one of many to come in the nearby future.

Neither of you needed words to express how you felt when your actions spoke a whole lot louder; Life was good again and neither one of you were going to take it for advantage ever again.

Jason

He felt as though he heard the heavens when you finally laughed after a long months worth of solemn silence, distant stares at nothing in particular and staying cooped up in your shared room with the lights off.

All because a small butterfly had chosen your hand to land on to rest had caused you to smile and laugh as though it were the first time doing so, which in Jason’s case that was exactly how he felt in that moment. It felt as though he could finally let go of the breath he had no idea he was holding in, like he could properly utilise his lungs again when he saw that life had came back to your eyes as you watched the butterfly with a tenderness.

It had been a long time coming but it was made all the more worth it for Jason when you directed that smile that he had been aching to see on your face aimed his way once again. He could thank the butterfly a million times and would still find more room in himself to be thankful to something so small for bringing you back to him where he failed.

‘Your smile is as beautiful as ever chipmunk.’ He’d tell you softly as he kisses the corner of your mouth, cuddling you into his side slowly as not to disturb the butterfly on your hand, feeling his insides melt when you shuffled closer to him to rest your head on his chest.

‘I haven’t felt this happy in close to a month.’ You admitted aloud.

‘I know,’ Jason started, ‘but I’m glad that you finally found it within yourself to be happy.’ He kisses your head again. ‘All you needed was time.’

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i'm struggling to even put into words how i feel about these two scenes.

i honestly wonder how much of house's facial expressions in these moments were hugh laurie's choice and maybe weren't necessarily scripted, because the episode doesn't really offer any kind of conclusion on how jealous and, more importantly, how deeply fucking sad house looks after realizing wilson has been talking to amber.

first off - this happens a lot in this show, but this is one of those huge instances of "oh, how differently this situation would look if one of these characters was a woman." if that were the case, this whole thing would really be quite simple. if house was a proper Opposite Sex Love Interest, him standing at the door hearing the proof that his unrequited crush isn't over his last girlfriend...well, that would make perfect sense. The level of hurt and jealousy house seems to feel about wilson still being in love with amber is. well. it's Something.

so anyway - house gets that genuinely hurt look at three separate points: #1 is when he realizes wilson is talking to amber (and this moment is especially fascinating bc house's main emotion should arguably be relief at the knowledge he hasn't been hallucinating...but that appears to be taking a backseat to his jealousy for a woman who isn't even alive anymore)

#2 is when wilson tells amber that he wasn't able to go for a run tonight because house is having issues. now, this speaks to the broader problem that - even though house knows wilson feeds off neediness - house is still worried about being a burden to wilson and that eventually wilson will not want him anymore.

Then #3 - when wilson says to house's face that talking to amber makes him feel better when he misses her, and house doesn't. This moment is so painful and interesting to me because house inviting wilson to confide in him feels like a pretty big step in terms of growth! So for wilson to say he'd rather talk to his dead girlfriend than house...well, judging by house's face, the remark cuts pretty deep. (disclaimer: ofc wilson is completely valid for talking to amber; it just also makes sense that house would be hurt by this, especially in the context of him already feeling like a burden and trying so hard to be a better person)

anyway idk where else to go with this . . . i just feel like the episode sort of started to delve into this issue and then never really went deep enough or concluded this aspect - hence my theory that house's level of hurt may not have been scripted and it was just hugh laurie choosing to Do That with his face.

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Hi!! 🐶 anon here. Was wondering if I could request a sort-of sequel to the last fic I requested? Like the reader after being rescued by him has separation anxiety from him and their therapist recommended for now reader stays close by him, so he’s taking a break from hero work, but for teaching he just brings reader along? So basically 1-a seeing reader being clingy and stuff with Aizawa. Maybe they experience a PTSD episode, idk. Just something like that! Take ur time with this request ^^;;

Aizawa x SA Victim Reader Part 2

After going to a therapist for a few months, the therapist decided that it would probably be best to slowly reintroduce you to social situations

Since Aizawa was the only person who you seemed to trust wholly and entirely, your therapist suggested that he work with you

The first few activities were simple enough

A walk in the park, literally, you both held hands or stuck together as you spent an hour in the public space

The next was a picnic in the park, Aizawa had made Bentos for the both of you. They had chicken Katsu on top of fried rice and for sides he put stir fired vegetables and some seaweed wrapped tamagoyaki. He brought a blanket with you guys as well as drinks and you both sat together and ate your lunches

Plenty of women would giggle seeing such a cute seen of a father and daughter

After a couple of these outages your therapist suggested slightly more densely populated areas

So your next adventure was grocery shopping with Aizawa. He promised you that you didn’t need to worry or feel paranoid because he’d be watching your back

You were slightly anxious when walking down aisles that other people were in but you simply held Aizawa’s hand and persevered

After each outing Aizawa would give you a soft smile and tell you how well you did and how he’s so proud of you

If you panic or freak out, he’ll pick you up and have you focus on him, and tell you that you’re safe because you’re with him and he won’t let anything hurt you

During one of the grocery trips, a kind old lady remarked about how cute it was seeing a little girl with her dad

After giving you a compliment the old lady offered you a candy to which you looked at Aizawa to see if it was okay. He smiled and gently nudged you forward and you accepted it and thanked the lady.

After a few more outings at places like grocery stores, restaurants, the mall basically just any place where people are closer together, and after having a few interactions with people, your therapist thought it was time to focus on social interactions

For this, Aizawa begrudgingly agreed to getting you a service/guard dog. Basically the dog would stay at your side and alert to any potential threats and lead you away. If you had a panic attack, the dog would sit or lay on you and help ground you. If someone tried to attack you, there were specific words in a foreign language that would tell the dog to attack

Now that you had this dog, Aizawa decided it was time he returned to teaching

The first thing he did was introduce you to the teachers. Coincidentally, Vlad kind had brought his bulldog in that day. You immediately warmed up to his dog and was somewhat okay with him since he kinda looked like his dog

Later you met Nedzu who you immediately had the urge to pet. Aizawa thought Nedzu would be mad when you pet his head and asked if he was Mickey Mouse’s cousin

Nedzu laughed and smiled not bothered at all by your curiosity, infact, Nedzu was more than happy to help teach you and satisfy your curious mind

After a few days getting to know the school, Aizawa decided to introduce you to his class

This is when things went south

Despite having warned his students (particularly a certain grape head) about your past and to be careful with their words, some obviously didn’t get the memo

Upon entering the class, many had greeted you which spooked you a bit

The first students you were comfortable with were Asui, Momo, Koda and Todoroki

Asui and Momo seemed very mellow and almost motherly in their calm and relaxed demeanors. Todoroki was quite and greeted you once but then seemingly ignored you which actually made you feel good because you felt that it meant he wouldn’t come after you. Koda was quite but your dog seemed to like him which is why you trusted him

The students had tried not to scare you but Iida, Bakugou, Ashido, Uraraka, Kirishima and Kaminari had spooked you

Ashido had practically jumped on you telling you how cute you were which scared you, Uraraka, and Iida were really loud which scared you. Kirishima didn’t really understand personal space to which Kaminari tried to tell him off, albeit, a bit loudly, which them prompted Bakugou to use his quirk setting off explosions and yelling at everyone to shut up cause they’re obviously scaring you

When the class went quiet it allowed for you to hear what Mineta had said

Of couse, he had to make a comment about how hot you’d look in a few years as he imagined you with a curvaceous body whilst making a lewd face and drooling

This triggered you

Bakugou immediately slammed his hand down on Mineta’s desk setting of small explosions and yelling at him

You started to hyperventilate and ran away to Nedzu’s office since he made you feel calm

When Nedzu saw your upset state he made you some tea and offered you some cookies while he asked you yes or no questions

Whilst Nedzu calmed you down and talked with you, Aizawa yelled at his students and decided that something had to be done with Mineta. Once he managed to get his class back under control, he was about to deal out punishments when the door opened with Nedzu in front and you behind him

You ran to Aizawa and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. Nedzu then walked into the room and nodded at Aizawa, giving him permission (read as kindly ordered him) to leave the room

As Aizawa cradled you and walked you to the teacher’s lounge to settle you down, Nedzu asked the class what happened and after lecturing them for 2 hours, Nedzu finished his lecture by Expelling Mineta and blacklisting him from any hero courses

That night, Aizawa made sure to have your favorite food for dinner and made sure that you felt safe and gave you all the cuddles you could ask for

(Hope you enjoyed this puppy 🐶 anon. And I hope it helps)