#big man was really living his best life back then tho

[1mm4d13]

The way you guys are going absolutely feral for this man

[orimuraa]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Gotta make that money make purse - OT7

(synopsis) ✰⋆⁺ when enhypen loves spoiling their girlfriend ༯

ot7 enhypen x fem!reader ✰⋆⁺ fluff ✰⋆⁺ enha is richhh ✰⋆⁺ headcannon ✰⋆⁺ wc 762

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𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

he would probably take you on weekly shopping sprees at the very high end stores

wouldn’t let you buy anything with your own money

gets sulky when you do :(

he would give you his card whenever he was away so you could still spend

since he’s a prada ambassador, you have everything prada

he loves smothering you with gifts because this big baby loves you so much !! (pls never leave him)

he gives off penthouse vibes, not mansion idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

overall, he just loves spoiling you so much <3

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

okay here me out

he’s the type to surprise you with a luxury brand gift pretty much everyday

like, this man would be like

“surprise! i got you a chanel bag!”

my man is nawt here to play

he needs to make sure his princess is well taken care of !!!

he has a very very very fancy car that’s probably worth more than my life

and he loves to just take you out on little driving dates to random places to see the view

he’s just so romantic and loves you so so so much

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

my little jakey over here will never be caught not spoiling you

this man absolutely will go broke for you if it means you’re happy

you’ll be like, looking at something for a second longer than usual things and he’ll buy it for you

he saw that you liked a post of a golden retriever on social media, and bam! next day, you’re now owners to a baby golden retriever

he just loves spoiling you because you’re so beautiful and perfect and sweet to him that he wants to be able to pay you back somehow (even tho you told him you don’t need all these gifts)

gifts galore!!

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

he gives off the richest of the richest vibes

he’ll probably be the type to take you out to really expensive dinners and just spoil you so much

you would have an entire closet dedicated to the dresses and clothes he gifts you

he knows your exact style by now so whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, it’s bought

he would make sure to remind you not to spend your own money because why would you do that when you have his money? so silly

he loves you very much and he likes to show that through his gifts sometimes

and the result of that is your room being full of expensive items that have been gifted to you <3

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

he seems like the type to be a very rich person who doesn’t like to show it off too much idk

he would spend his money on super expensive skin care products so you two can have luxury skincare dates

he is superrrrr rich but he likes to spend it on more meaningful items rather then luxury brand stuff

he would make sure the item meant something to you and him but also make sure it was the best one, even if it meant it was hella expensive

he will though occasionally spoil you rotten with a luxury brand item

he cares for you so so so much <333

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

kinda like, sunoo, i feel like he would be more about spending lots of money on more meaningful things then just straight up expensive things

he likes to make things have meaning to it and so whenever you see it, it’s a happy thought

because his girl always deserves to be happy and loved

you two would share a really nice and expensive apartment together and it’s just super cozy

you wouldn’t expect a millionaire to be living there i guess is what i’m saying

but he will not allow you to pay for your own things because why would you when he’s around?

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

okay, unlike the other maknaes, nishimura riki is going full out

he will make sure everyone knows how much he spoils you

he LOVES to shower you in gifts from gucci, prada, chanel, etc. because his favorite hobby is spending money on you <3

in his eyes, you deserve anything and everything <3 he just loves you so so much

he would definitely make sure to spend lots on your hobbies too

even if it’s something small like, for example, collecting sonny angels! he would buy out the entire stock just for you

alllll the furniture in the house is above $1000

have y’all see his $6000 couch in his room??? yeah, that’s what’s in your guy’s shared apartment

he wants you to be appreciated the way you deserve <3

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sooo, new style today! please lmk if you like this style of writing or the other one better cause then it can help me and give me good feedback! tysm for reading, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!!!

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[cryptidghostgirl]

Are your requests still open? I was hoping for a request for a Lucifer x sinner reader where she was once in love with someone when she was alive but they betrayed her leading to her death causing her to be afraid of letting others in. She's been a resident of the hotel since the pilot, but doesn't really talk much about her feelings or past life but is convinced by Charlie who says singing helps her when she needs to get out her own emotions. So when she thinks everyone is gone for the day on one of Charlie's bonding field trips, she uses the piano in the main area to sing her heart out, not realizing Lucifer decided to stay. The song I'm thinking of is "Perfect Doesn't Last" by Beth Crowley. So when she sings it and he overhears listening and watching her he's reminded of Lilith and feels for the reader understanding her more than when they first met during his first visit to the hotel (ep 5). I'm not sure of how to end it, so if you want to add anything to it I'm totally up for it. I just thought this song would match him so well.

A/N this is my first time writing for this man. Also,, i think it’s so funny that everyone is just like “short king” even tho alastor is canonically at least seven feet tall and charlie is at least like six feet tall. that’s so silly of us.

Encore (Lucifer x Reader)

Paring: Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Domestic abuse briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,169

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Lucifer had just wanted to visit Charlie. With their relationship on the up and up, he was eager to not give up his chance to fix things with his favorite and only daughter. However, when he arrived at the hotel, throwing the doors open in unadulterated excitement, it was to find the normally busy lobby area empty.

The door fell shut behind him and his smile slipped from his face. Carefully, he ran his eyes over every inch of the room. There really was no one to be found.

"Maybe they're just all in their rooms, yeah." he said aloud to himself, "Charlie is probably... in her office! It must take a lot of work to run a place like this. Yeah, that's what it is."

Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor had asked her to come with them to the movies. It was supposed to be a reward, for how hard they had all been working. They had really tried their best to convince Y/n to join them but, as always was the case when activities that took them out of the hotel were not required, Y/n had declined the offer.

Y/n was still getting used to Hell in all its big scary wonder, she still hurt. Everything was so complicated and while spending time with her thoughts didn't make her feel good per-say, spending time with others had been making her feel even worse. Besides, Charlie had given her some advice a few days ago she wanted to test out and she didn't exactly feel comfortable doing that while the hotel was crawling with people.

Y/n trusted Charlie. She was the first person to have extended a kind hand in her direction since her arrival in Hell. When Charlie had found out Y/n had been a concert pianist in the living world, she was elated.

"That's perfect!" she had said, leaning across the desk towards her, "We have a piano in the Hotel's auditorium!"

"I... I don't know if I really can... perform, right now. If that's alright." Y/n had replied, wringing her hands and unable to keep eyecontact.

"What? Oh no! That's not what I meant at all. It just seems... well if you did it for a living, you must have loved it. And it seems like you always have a lot on your mind, lots of stuff to process, and I know you don't like talking to people about it and, well, music always makes me feel better. It feels freeing, like I'm getting everything bottled up inside me out when I sing."

"I... I don't think I've ever really thought about it that way." she had admitted in response, "It was just something I had always done. I started lessons when I was three."

"Well, you should try it some time." Charlie had smiled back, "Maybe it will help."

Once she was sure everyone was gone and the hotel was hers alone, Y/n had slipped quietly from the confinement of her room. It had taken her a bit to find the auditorium. When she finally did and saw the piano it held, her breath caught in her throat.

It was a beautiful old baby grand made out of a warm cherry wood that matched the hotel's theming well. The lid had creaked when she had opened it, the keys had been dusty to the touch.

It had been a long time since she'd played. With mild joy, she let her fingers run the usual scales and arpeggios, finding a comfort in the familiarity of it all. Once satisfied her fingers were all warmed up and ready to play something real, she posed them over the keys.

Lucifer had lost himself in the depths of the labyrinthine hotel. The twists and turns of the hallways were unfamiliar to him despite the tour Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor had lead him on. His hope at finding his daughter and spending some time with her had long since flickered out. He was on the verge of going home, his hand half raised to open a portal, when he heard it.

A faint echo of music flooded the hallway and Lucifer froze. It was haunting and distant, it drew him in. His sights set on a new sort of entertainment for the afternoon, he listened carefully and began to follow the sound.

As he got closer to its source, Lucifer realized that who ever was making the music was not just playing the piano but singing. Their voice was soft and lovely, nearly ethereal in its sheer humanity and anguish.

I would have bet on us

We were untouchable, you and I

I couldn't get enough

It was a fairytale come to life

Lucifer at last reached the half open door to the room the music appeared to be coming from. Not wanting to disturb the artist just yet, he transformed into a snake and slithered his way silently into the room. There, sitting at the piano on the stage, was Y/n.

I had your heart

At least that's what I thought

Now I'm second guessing every moment

Wondering where we went so wrong

He didn't really know much about Y/n except that she was new to Hell. Charlie had mentioned off hand that she had died in an incident of domestic abuse. Lucifer had no idea why she had ended up in Hell or what she was really like. When he had visited the hotel the first time, Y/n had been quiet and reserved. She had stood to the side and watched, barley even introducing herself to him.

At first, he had thought it to be disrespect. Not every demon in Hell was his biggest fan after all and while he was used to it, it still stung that even one of his daughters would be reformed sinners would be blatantly rude to him. He had quickly realized however from her flittering eyes and the way she clutched at herself that it wasn't disrespect at all. Y/n had been nervous.

Of course, Lucifer had made an attempt to make her feel more comfortable but, when he had extended his metaphorical hand, Y/n had just closed herself off even further. According to Charlie and Angel Dust, that was just what the demoness was like. She was shy.

You got inside my head

Taking up every inch of space

'Til there was no room left

Her hands flew across the keys with a practiced grace. Lucifer felt she knew he was there, watching. He felt that she just might be performing for him.

So many parts of me erased

You had my heart

And tossed it in the dirt

As he listened to the words she sung, they resonated with him. For a split second, he could have sworn it was Lilith sitting there at the piano, not Y/n. He shut his eyes, shaking his head slightly. He was oddly grateful when he opened them again to find it had just been his imagination.

Now that was a first. Since Lilith had disappeared seven years ago, Lucifer had been a mess. Lucifer was always a mess but, Lilith leaving like that really did him in. She had been his rock, his guiding light, his everything. He had risked everything for her and he had lost. At least, back in the old days, he had gained something out of the chaos. A daughter, a wife, a world to try and shape. One after another, they were all taken from him. Even now, even with their relationship improving the way it was, he felt Charlie slipping away again.

Now I'm second guessing every moment

Wondering where we went so wrong

I just keep asking

Would this have been worth it if I knew the ending all along.

Without really thinking about it, Lucifer retook his normal form and sat down in one of the auditorium's front row seats. Thankfully, Y/n was too wrapped up in her own world to notice and she just continued to play.

What started so perfect was over too fast

I should have seen the warning signs

'Cause perfect doesn't last

Perfect doesn't last

Light shined off her face, that was how Lucifer had realized she was crying. Despite the tears, her voice never wavered. A performer at her core, just like him.

I would have bet on us

We were untouchable, you and I

As the last lingering notes echoed through the room, he began to clap. Y/n jumped at the noise, turning to face him with wide eyes and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Lucifer was undeterred and, getting to his feet, gave her a standing ovation. After a few moments, he ceased in his applause.

"That was beautiful." he said, breaking the new silence that had fallen between them.

"Um, I'm sorry." Y/n's gaze fell back to the piano.

"No! No no no!" Lucifer exclaimed, jumping up onto the stage.

He kneeled before her, lifting her hands from her lap and taking them in his own. She turned to him, surprise drawing out the features of her face once again.

"Don't apologize for taking up space."

"I... I just didn't mean to disturb you is all. If you're looking for Charlie, she's out at the movies with everyone else."

"I was but, I can talk to her later, when she gets back. You didn't disturb me at all, Y/n. As I said, it was beautiful. It was..."

He trailed off, the smile slipping from his face.

"Oh fuck!" Y/n exclaimed, "I didn't mean to upset you! I'm really sorry, what can I do to make it better?"

"You didn't upset me." Lucifer shook his head, "You just... somehow managed to put words to the very things I've been struggling with the past couple years."

A smaller, much kinder and more genuine smile made its way onto his face.

"If you'd like to play more, I'd love to hear it."

Y/n's cheeks flushed red again.

"Theres no pressure." Lucifer shrugged, "Just giving you the option."

"An audience of one... well, it's a little intimidating." she admitted bashfully, "I'm used to the faceless mob of the crowd."

"I can see why. You have an undeniable gift."

"I guess... I don't know. Charlie just said it might help me process stuff. To play again, I mean."

"Was she right?"

Y/n paused in thought for a moment before nodding slowly.

"I think she might have been. My chest does feel a little lighter now."

"Then play."

"Um, mister... king of Hell? Sir?"

Lucifer laughed.

"You can just call me by my name. No formalities necessary. 'Mister king of Hell sir' was my fathers name."

Y/n laughed lightly at his terrible joke. The sound sparked a sudden joy in Lucifer's chest, one he hadn't felt in quite a long time.

"Well, Lucifer." she began again, stumbling a bit over his name.

"Yes?"

"I'll... um, I'll need my hands back. If I'm to keep playing."

"Wh..."

He looked down and his eyes widened. Lucifer hadn't realized he had still held her hands in his. Immediately he dropped them, getting to his feet and looking away in mild embarrassment.

"Sorry, about that."

"Don't apologize for existing." Y/n parroted his earlier words.

When he turned back to her, it was to find she was smiling slightly.

"How bad would it be if I said sorry again right now?"

"You'd be sounding like me."

"Lets make a deal then: no sorries unless something is actually wrong."

"What if I can't tell if your mad at me or not?"

Lucifer looked down at the seated demon. In not one of his wildest dreams could he ever imagine being mad at her but, that wasn't exactly something he could say.

"Then you can always ask."

"And you promise you wont lie to me?"

"I promise."

"Promise promise?"

"Yes!"

She eyed him suspiciously for a moment before nodding her head. Turning back to the piano, her hands found their place on the keys once again. She hesitated.

"I..." Y/n shot Lucifer a look over her shoulder, "Thank you."

"Thank you. There is some solace in knowing someone else out there feels the same way I do, if for different reasons."

"Yeah. There is, isn't there? Maybe part of our deal can be helping each other figure that all out too."

The suggestion had been half thought out. Y/n hadn't really meant to give it a voice, it had escaped her locked lips. She quickly turned back to the piano.

"Sorry. That was dumb."

"What did we just say about sorries!" Lucifer exclaimed, "No apologizing for existing. I think that suggestion sounds rather nice."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay. I... I'm actually going to play now. Is that okay?"

With a snap of his fingers, Lucifer reappeared in the seat he had previously inhabited. He crossed his legs, resting his hands on his knee.

"Whenever your ready."

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Song is Perfect Doesn't Last by Beth Crowley as requested :)

[toxicanonymity]

Hey Boo,

I've been seeing Joelkemons making the rounds being the best kind of dude to have around when you're crying.

Is Stepdad is having very strong feelings about all of this too? I imagine of Raider (LOML) and NW are being so soft with us, something in stepdad might respond to our hopelessly impotent rage.

I'd love to see how he reacts.

Boy howdy, tho, if I could slip into the brothel and have a big ol' Joel-pile, that shit would fix me all the way.

Thank you so much for everything you do and are.

I hope you're taking care of yourself too.

-- Cupquake <3

black tuesday

JOEL x f!READER | 1000 words

WARNINGS: 18+. Election Night. ANGST. Tears. Fears. This is intended to be a cathartic fic with some comfort but please don't read if it could be traumatic. Allusions to reproductive rights, etc. Reader is angry, esp. at men, takes it out on joel a little. Joel is supportive. Reader dacryphilia, brief smut. STEPDAD AU but you don't need to know it, and the stepcest doesn't come up.

NOTES: Sweet Cupquake, you're welcome and thank you for always being so supportive. Poor stepdad, he's normally the one needing comforting, isn't he? Yes, he has strong feelings about all this. This doesn't fit neatly in the AU timeline just roll with it. My brief post on the election is here. This will most likely be my only fic that overtly acknowledges the u.s. election. DO NOT INTERACT: TRUMP VOTERS, ANTI-CHOICE PEOPLE, MINORS.

You’re sitting on the floor of your apartment watching the news while Joel makes dinner and a huge mess in the kitchen. When the early votes are counted, we’ll see a lot more blue, they said. No, actually. Not really. You turn the volume way down so you can barely hear it. 

“Pasta’s ready,” Joel announces in a weak, sing-song voice. 

You remain on the floor. Your breathing is shallow, and it doesn’t feel real. 

Joel comes into the living room but doesn’t sit down. He stands with his arms crossed. His neck veins are bulging, his biceps are tense, his jaw clenches as he watches the screen. He’s pissed, he’s so angry watching this happen. He’s embarrassed to be a Texan. He thinks about all the women he knows. Embarrassed to be a man. 

He looks back and forth between the tv and you, and he sees your eyes are watery. He brings your glass of water from the kitchen, but you refuse it. He puts it down on the coffee table. Then, he picks up the remote control and turns off the tv. 

“Why’d you do that?” you snap. 

“It’s only makin’ ya sad,” Joel replies. “It’s still early, there’s time.” 

“Sad?? You think I’m sad?” Heat rises to your face. Your chest tightens.  

“Okay,” Joel acknowledges softly. “I can see you’re not just sad.” 

He sits down and tries to put his arm around you but you scoot over to face him. 

“All you men just go around blowing your loads everywhere and we’re the ones who have to deal with it, and you have the nerve to tell us how.” 

“I’d never tell you how to--you know that.”

“--I am so fucking tired of men talking.” 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, and sits quietly next to you for a minute. It’s hard knowing there’s nothing he can do or say, but he’s not going to leave you unless you tell him to. 

He clears his throat and asks softly, “Would anything make ya feel better?”

“Only waking up from this nightmare.”

“Yeah,” he acknowledges. 

“I don’t wanna feel better,” you begin to cry. “I want it to not happen….Like, is this real life?” 

None of it feels real. Months ago, people in stupid red hats were carrying around actual sperm cups. The highest-profile rapist in the country called himself the father of fertility, and crowds of people cheered. He said “mass deportation” and people cheered more. And then half the country voted for these sick, twisted buffoons. 

“You want some space?” Joel asks. 

“No,” you protest tearfully.

He hesitantly brushes the back of your neck with his thumb. This time, you let him put his arm around you. 

You whisper, “I can’t believe this is happening.” 

“Sweetheart, it ain’t over. We got time.” 

You shake your head no, ‘cause you can feel it in your gut. 

Joel sits in silence for a moment, and you can’t see it, but he’s tearing up because he can feel you burning and he’s powerless. 

He holds you and strokes your back while you bury your face in his chest. He discreetly checks his new york times app and tries not to react out loud- it’s only getting worse. 

After a few minutes of silence, he whispers your name, and you respond, “mm?”

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. 

You look up to see his cheeks wet, his hair messy. Your heart swells with affection. Affection and… gratitude? God, the bar is in hell. But to be fair, you really love him. You’re grateful for the man he is, not the one he isn’t. 

Desire begins to stir in your chest.

Joel presses a kiss onto your forehead, then lifts your chin, and you look at each other. He brushes away a tear from your cheek. With his own cheeks still wet, he swallows, and the emotional bob of his Adam’s apple sends a rush of arousal to your core. You put your hand on the back of his neck and pull him toward you for a kiss. 

Affection and relief floods your body. It’s temporary, of course, but you let yourself have this. You let the nightmare fade into a spicy dream. 

You straddle him and he pulls you close and moans into your mouth. You kiss him desperately and feel him harden under you. He hesitates and mutters, “sorry,” trying to read the room. He pushes your thighs back, trying to put some distance between you and his hard-on. 

“Stop,” you reply, then latch onto his mouth again. He breaks away and says, “Just don’t want ya to feel like I–” 

“Shut up,” you tell him, then scoot yourself closer, your crotch firmly planted on the warm, stiffening shape in his sweatpants. You grind your hips into him. He kisses you back with increased fervor, and moans into your mouth. Kissing passionately, your loins throb warmly together and your hips move in rhythm. 

You reach between the two of you and slide your hand down his sweatpants. You palm his leaking manhood. Pressing it against his tummy, you gently move the skin on his shaft, and  He groans.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and thrusts against your hand. 

You stand up to urgently take off your pj pants. 

His man-guilt is still eating at him. Squeezing his aching hard shaft, he lets out a moan, then weakly offers, “Are you sure you wanna…”

In response, you straddle him, hot and dripping against his bare arousal.  You slide against him, throbbing and ready. Then, as you slide his tip to your entrance, you warn him, “Get it while it’s on the table.” You sink down on him and he shudders. Then he thrusts upward and moans as he bottoms out.  

“My legs’ll be closed for business soon,”  you explain. 

He closes his eyes and breathes deep as your body accommodates his.  “Fair enough,” he answers thoughtfully, then opens his eyes. “Wait. Even if my face is the customer?” 

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NOTES: I actually wrote three Stepdad things, and chronologically, this is no. 2 of 3. The others aren't posted yet. The first one is a standalone pregnancy scare, nothing about the election (would've been before it). And the second one is a post-election talk about contraception.

My brief post on the election is here.

Thank you for reading. Please remember to take care of yourselves <33

[verysanebsdfan]

My favs x bday!reader

Saiki Kusuo (the disastrous life of saiki k), Muichiro Tokito (demon slayer), Killua Zoldyck (hunter x hunter), Neuvillette(genshin impact), Dazai Osamu (bungo stray dogs), our!Ciel Phantomhive (black butler) (seperately) x bday!reader

Synopsis: them with s/o who has birthday, how they celebrate, what do they do etc.

Notes: IT'S MY BDAY GUYSSS!!! I honestly wanna go back to being a little child, but oh well, i still have a few years. probably contains grammatical errors but oh well. not proofread. Am I happy with it? no. Am I gonna publish this? absolutely. i also wanted to include Bram Stoker from bsd but my brain was blank and i had no ideasss :((

cw: none i think?

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Saiki Kusuo:

Would not make you a surprise party, but i feel like he would buy you your favourite cake, pastry, sweets, snack...just something that he know would make you happy. Nothing extravagant, just an average present, from an average guy. It's the thought that counts<3 Would like to spend some quality time with you, but if you wanna hang out with friends or spend time with family, he doesnt mind. He would make sure everything goes smoothly and you would be safe tho<3 Prolly wouldnt make a big deal out of this...It is just birthday after all, but he loves to see you happy soo<3

Happy birthday y/n...i hope you like the (favourite dessert) i got you

Muichiro Tokito:

It really depends, if you are a demon slayer, you would maybe have private training session, and a cute lunch on a break. Now if you aren't a demon slayer (condolences) he'd make time for you'd watch clouds together, eat lunch and spend some time together, but he is busy so... :( I bet he was smiling teh rest fo teh day though :3

Look...that clouds looks just like (favourite animal)...happy birthday y/n...i love you

Killua Zoldyck:

Thinks celebrating something like an anniversary of your birth is stupid :3 Would definitely ask Gon for gift ideas<3 Now, if you are helping Gon find his dad too, I feel like you two would end up having a play fight of a sort? Yk, to train your nen:3 But if you dont, or its already some time after the og plot line, he'd take you on a date, and give you choco robots! Tease you a little too!

look at yourself, in a few years, i wont even be able to call you a baby :3 is it just me or youre even more beatiful? must come witha age:3 Happy Birthday silly:3

Neuvillette:

Humans celebrate the anniversary of their birth? Why? He asks, why celebrate being even closer to death. It scared him...your death...It's so close, yet so far. When you explained him that it's to commemorate your past years, and celebrate what's to come. he understood, after all, humans have only finite amount of years to live, so he was going to make yours the best possible. He would clear up his schedule, or at least try. He would get you flowers and then he would take you to a romantic dinner to the finest restaurant in all of Fontaine, and then to a romantic walk by the shore, to watch otters (:3) He hopes many of these so called birthdays of yours would come.

Mon amour...we should do this more often, not only on special occasions...I love you so much...and these..."birthdays" only remind me of...future without you...

Dazai Osamu:

My man will ask you to commit double suicide i am not even joking. Honestly would either not gaf about your birthday or would be really attentive and romantic and i cannot decide.

Would you be willing to commit double suicide with me, on this important day? *smack*

our!Ciel Phantomhive:

It's not like i am lazy to write, but it's really hard to think of anything okay. I believe you would have tea party. A lot of Earl grey tea, a lot of sweets...and chess or other board games. You will just spend quality time with him...and technically Sebastian too, since he will be tending to your needs, and preparing all the food :3

Happy birthday dearest, i hope the cake is to your liking, i had Sebastian prepare it out of the finest ingredients

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

An unforgiven mistake - Le Sserafim Western AU - Part one

A big shoutout to @mechaknight-98 who managed to push me outside my comfort zone and explore a new genre, more action focused. I can say I was able to not reveal the main interest till maybe the end of this first part. Let me know what y'all think about It🫂

Fort Hybe, 1860. It's another warm day in the base built in the West of a country that in the future was going to be one of the powerful in the world. Every resident of the outpost is carrying out their duties: patrolling the area, building guns, selling every type of goods. And what about you? As every morning, you were going toward the office of your superiore, the general Kim Chaewon, eager to discover and complete your assignments. "Good morning, general", you greeted her, performing the military salute. "Mhh? Oh, it's you, cadet. Yeah, morning or whatever", she casually replied, while looking out of her window, before walking towards the desk to read some papers. "You arrived at the right moment, I have the perfect task for you: an hour ago our soldiers captured an unknow individual who was acting suspicious, according to the reports. Bring her to Captain Yunjin to be interrogated and then come to report to me at the end", she ordered, lazily, yawning and looking to her pocket watch. "Yes, ma'am, I will do my best", you enthusiastically nodded. You really were trying your best to impress the general, you were not the greatest lover of this militar life nor you were the perfect soldier, but the huge crush on your superior was enough to make you choose such an hard path of life. You really would have fought a war for Kim Chaewon. And even if your limits were evident, despite her forever cold look, you managed to obtain her reliance; sure, you were still the lowest grade of the whole forth, but Chaewon still preferred to assign a big majority of duties to you among all the other people at her service. "Don't get too worked up tho, I'm sure it's nothing. Probably someone of your idiot comrades was just getting bored and decided to abuse his power and ruin the day of an innocent citizien", she explained, sighing and going back to the window, a sign that you could go.

After leaving the office, you went to the fort jail, where the majority of the cells were occupied by drunkards and petty thieves. After taking the cells keys from the prison guard, you walked up toward the room where "the suspect" was being hold. You were for surprised when you realized that behind the bars was not some loud woman or scary man, but just a really young and pretty girl, looking all confused and scared. "Uhm..are you the suspect arrested this morning?", you asked, scratching your chin, more puzzled than the girl in front of you. "Yes...but...I have not done anything, I don't even know why I am here", the girl with a really pale skin answered, barely holding back her tears. General Chaewon was right once again: there was no criminal to question; sure, she was not a familar face, but you really doubt that she was being a menace for anyone, the poor girl was terrified. "Don't worry, I'm sure it was made a mistake. I'm sure nothing will happen to you. What's your name?", you talked with a soft tone, crouching down to be at her level and reassure her. "I'm Kazuha, I live outside the forth", she replied, slightly less anxious in front of your kindness. "Well, Kazuha, even if I believe to your innocence, I have still to bring you talk with one of my superiors. It's just a formal procedure, probably you will be free in less than half an hour", you cut the ropes around her wrists and helping her to get up. There was really no need to keep her tied.

On the road towards Capitan Yunjin office, you kept reassuring Kazuha, that was slowly gaining trust in you. Just a few more steps before arriving to the building...when you felt a cold item on the back of your neck, and you could be not wrong about it, it was the barrel of a gun. "Let her go immediately, motherfucker", an aggressive voice ordered to you. "Do it or I will make jump the brain inside your dumb head", she added, pressing the barrel against your skin. "Let's calm down, this has to be a big misunderstanding", you stated, putting your hands up in the air. "Misunderstanding my ass, you are the bastard who arrested my sister for nothing", the angry woman shouted at you, slowly starting to pull the trigger. "Sakura no! You are wrong, this person was helping me out after listening to my story", Kazuha quickly stopped her sister, revealing the truth. "Is that so?", the woman called Sakura asked to her sis, who immediately nodded with ardour, eager to avoid her savior to be killed. "Fine, but my sister won't follow you inside that place, she's coming home with me", she declared, putting the gun down and grabbing Kazuha arm, ready to leave the fort. "And instead you're going nowhere", a familar voice interrupted the conversation. Now that your neck was free from the danger of being shut down, you were able to to look back and being hella surprised by two facts: Sakura, Kazuha sister, was incredibly beautiful. She was not tall or gigantic, but she was fit enough to run for miles and, most important, she had this powerful aura. Every part of her outfit was black: the boots, the top, the vest, the pants, even her cowboy hat. You would have been another couple of minutes to admire her, but the second fact was a bit more relevant in this moment: now was her turn to feel a cold feeling behind her neck. In fact Chaewon had her rifle pointed. "General, how did you know I was here?", you asked, surprised to see her outside her office. "The captain complained that you were late wth your task, and I know how much punctual you are. I just knew something happened, so imagine my surprise in seeing my favorite cadet being menaced by this scumbag", her tone went from daring to dangerous real quick, the will of revenge in her eyes. "No miss, please, it's not what you think", Kazuha, once again begged, her nerves really being tested that morning. You sighed because you know you had some explanations to do.

"So, are saying me that the general tried to save you from miss Sakura that was trying to save miss Kazuha because she thought you were the one who erroneously arrested her sister? What a fucking mess", Captain Yunjin exclaimed, summing up the whole misunderstanding, with the head between her hands. You simply nodded to confirm the whole situation. "Well shit, somebody has to be punished for this mistake...but it's nobody of the ones present in this room", she sighed, letting herself fall on a wooden chair. "Are we forgetting that this fool was about to kill our cadet?", the general Chae reminded pointing to the woman with the cowboy hat. "It's not that deep, General, I was about to resolve the situation anyway", you tried to calm her, minimizing everything. "I don't remember asking for your opinion, cadet, stay at your place", the general immediately scolded you, kinda hurting your feeling in that way. "General, with all due respect, maybe the newbie isn't completely wrong. I'm not saying that we should her let her go without any measure about her actions", the Captain suggested and when she saw the eyes were on her, she continued. "You two own an house and a piece of land outside the fort, right? Well, I propose that our problem-solving recruit can stay with them to check the situation", she offered as solution, but immediately Chaewon seemed to have a problem with it. "Absolutely not! I won't let the newbie stay inside the house of this crazy bitch?", she protested animatedly, slamming her hand on the table. "How did you call me? Also what are we supposed to do with that weakling?", Sakura bursted out, overturning her chair in the heat. "Sis, calm down. Maybe it's not a bad idea...a couple of extra arms can be helpful in this season", she calmly said, holding her sister arm. "Let's all calm down. Miss Kazuha is right, it's not a vacation, the mission is not just about checking the situation, but also helping the sisters with whatever they need. And General, I get your worries, but the also the cadet need some experience outside this place or the promotion will never come. Furthermore we're not abandoning anyone, we will send daily agents for a report", Yunjin immediately managed to bring the peace back, her solution looking now really sensible and rational. Chaewon hated to admit it but Yunjin was right, and yet she was still annoyed, so she just walked out, stomping on the floor. "Tsk, I guess it's fine for me, whatever will put an end to this ridicolous farce", Sakura puffed, rolling her eyes back. You really weren't sure about this measure, but it was more an order than a request. You sighed and got ready to the new adventure.

An hour later you were outside, all your important stuff gathered in a knapsack, with the two sisters. "Well, you took your time", Sakura commented, while finishing to saddle her horse, Kazuha already on hers. "Who am I going with?", you asked, your tone torn between kindness and authority. "No chance in the world you're coming with me", Sakura coldly replied, looking away. "Fine, I'll go with Kazuha then", you shrugged, directing your body towards the youngest. "What? No, hold on, you're not touching my sister...ugh, whatever, come with me, but you better keep your hands at their place.", the older sister immediately changed her idea, basically pulling you towards her "pet". Finally you managed to finally move. The style of horseriding of Sakura was like hers: unbridled, wild, unruly; more than once you risked to fall having nowhere to hold yourself, only your military training saving your bones. Sakura really didn't want to see again that General bitch, so after yet another risk of falling, she took your arms and placed them around your waist. "For fuck sake, stay still! No weird movements or I'll use you as fertilizer", she screamed, getting red in face for the sudden contact. You did as requested and really were surprised to feel her firm abs, your fingers tracing them on their own and for some reason the cowgirl said nothing about it. In the meanwhile Kazuha observed the scene from the side, giggling amused.

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How much for a crying absolutely depressed and stressed reader overwhelmed and just..

With a Miguel who comforts them even tho they’re failing because they know they should have done better but they were mentally in a hell hole

Like

I just need a hug

Help

(Don’t go to uni kids…)

I'm sorry you're stressed out, dear 💔 I know uni can be overwhelming and stressful. But you got this! You made it this far, I know you can keep going. Have some Miguel to give you comfort and also know that I am rooting for you! You got this! Same for anyone else who is burnt out and overwhelmed. We can get through it!

Art by onicli on twitter

Pairing: Miguel x f!reader

Warnings: none, just Miggy comforting you during a stressful time, no use of y/n

Summary: Miguel finds you stressed and depressed and tries his best to comfort you.

Word Count: 1.5k

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Miguel made his way to your shared apartment after a long day of keeping the multiverse intact and anomalies at bay. It was exhausting at times. It really was. Sometimes he would regret even coming across the multiverse, however, he knew it was fate. He had to be the one to find it and keep everything in line. Plus, he had to keep you safe. You were the most important and precious thing in his life. 

Slipping in through the bedroom window, he noticed how quiet it was. Eerily quiet. But after a second of concentration, he could hear something coming from the living room. It sounded like muffled sniffles and choked sobs. His eyes widened and he immediately busted the bedroom door open, removing it from its hinges. 

You jumped up and let out a yelp in surprise before seeing your boyfriend awkwardly holding the door in his hands. 

“Muñeca?” He blinked when he took a better look at your current state. You were wrapped up in one of your warm, fuzzy blankets. Used tissues were scattered all over the couch and floor. At first, Miguel thought you were sick. But, then he saw the tears that stained your cheeks and the back and forth rocking you were doing. 

Gingerly, he placed the door against the wall.

“Baby, what’s the matter? Hmm? What’s wrong?” He asked as he made your way over to your side in an instant, scooping you up into his arms as he sat on the couch. 

“Ven. Ven aquí, muñeca,” he cooed softly just before you began to burst into tears again, hiding your face against his shoulder. 

“Shh. Shh. Hey, what is it? Why are you crying?” He asked as he rubbed your back, trying to soothe you from whatever it was that was bothering you. 

You simply shook your head as you let out broken sobs. 

“I-I can’t- I-I-I can’t do this anymore,” you choked out. 

“Can’t do what?” He asked, puzzled. At first, he wondered if it was about you two. Was there something going on between the two of you that Miguel wasn’t aware of? Was he neglecting his girlfriend? He had been rather busy these past few days. With working at Alchemax and being Spider-Man and all that jazz. Or..was there an important date that he missed? 

Shit. Was it yall’s anniversary? No. That’s next month..

 “Come on, baby. You can tell me. I’m here for you. Let me know what it is that’s bothering you.”

“I’m just so stressed out. W-with everything. I am trying, Miguel. I really am,” you sniffled. “But, I feel things have just been crumbling all around me. Failure after failure. It feels like I’m burning on fumes. 

First, it was that work assignment I had that didn’t seem to be up to my boss’s standards. I worked so hard with research for that damn thing. I stressed over that assignment! I put up with many sleepless nights due to it. And he just tossed it in the trash! Didn’t even spare a glance at it! 

And then with school. I sometimes wonder if doing grad school is worth it. Like, is it really going to benefit me? All these assignments. All that research and pages and pages of reading and writing just for the professors to glance at it for five seconds and put a big fat F on it because the topic isn’t Nobel Prize worthy or something. It’s just too much and I feel like my brain is going to explode!” You sobbed as you let out a heavy sigh, feeling the tightening in your chest constrict your breathing. 

“I just wish I could figure things out, you know? I feel like I don’t know what I am doing with my life. I don’t know who I am or want to become…and..I just want to know my place in this world.”

Miguel lightly tightened his grip around her, upset that his girl was feeling this way.

“You don’t need to figure anything out. There is nothing to figure out. You know who you are. You know your place. You’ve been working so hard to get to where you are and I am so proud of you for it, muñeca. I know things haven’t been going well, and that’s okay. It��s just a little bump in the road. That’s all. 

We all have our highs and lows. I know I do. I swear I have gray hairs now due to all the stress. But, I push through it, you know. I always see the light at the end of the tunnel.” 

Miguel continued to rub your back before tilting your head up and placed a kiss on your forehead and began to wipe your tears away.

“And I have you to anchor me. You keep me grounded and keep me sane. I push through because I know that you will always have my back and help me get back up should I fall. 

And I am here to do the same with you. I will support you. I will let you cry on my shoulder. I will pick you up when you fall. But, I won’t let you suffer with anything on your own. No matter how big or small the issue. I will be by your side.” 

You sniffled before nodding your head, closing your eyes when Miguel kissed your moist cheeks before placing soft kisses all over your face and lips. 

“I think we both could use a break. From work. From School. And from protecting the multiverse. What do you say? Let’s play hooky and do whatever we want for a day or two,” Miguel suggested, a soft smile on his face. 

“Really?” You asked him, letting out a shaky breath as you tried to calm your nerves. 

Miguel nodded his head as he scooped you back up and carried you to your shared room, settling you onto the bed. 

“Just take slow, steady breaths, baby. Everything is going to be fine and you’ll get out of this slump. Okay? Don’t stress about work. That assignment is over and done with. Move past it. And school. You got so little left to go! And in the end no one is going to care if you got an F or two. Just keep doing your best. Okay?” 

“Okay,” you nodded your head as he helped tuck you into bed before he dissolved his suit and began to get his pjs on. 

He removed his gizmo, placing it on the nightstand and turned it off. Miguel almost never turned his gizmo off, so, seeing that he did made you feel a wave of relief wash through you for a moment. At least you knew he was serious about spending the coming days with you.

As you waited for him to get ready for bed, you stared up at the ceiling, eyes glossing over with tears threatening to fall. You knew you shouldn’t be crying. There was no reason to cry. But, you just couldn’t bear another failed school assignment, or another stressful work project. You felt like a failure. Like an imposter as you try to navigate through your field of work and study. 

“Hey, hey. What did I just say, hmm? No more tears. No more worrying,” Miguel frowned when he saw your glossy eyes as he climbed into bed. 

Wrapping his strong arms around you, he pulled you close to him and peppered the crown of your head with kisses. 

“I know. I know. I just can’t keep my mind from going back to it all,” you apologized. 

“I understand.”

And Miguel did. He understood completely. He had been in those slumps many times before and he was sure he would fall into another one again eventually. But, like he had told you before, he had you to help him keep it all together. 

“Just know that I am here for you, baby. You can rant to me about anything. No worry is too big or too small. But, just know that you’re not alone. I am here. I am always going to be here.”

You nodded your head as you tried to wipe away a stray tear that had managed to fall.

“Thank you, Miguel. Really. It means a lot to me,” you told him, giving him a small smile. And it did mean a lot to you, knowing that you had him by your side to support you. Knowing that he was cheering you on. It meant a lot.

“And you can always tell me about anything, too, Miggy. While I may not understand all that multiverse jumbo, you can talk to me,” you assured him.

Miguel smiled, a slight gleam in his eyes. “I know, muñeca. I know you’re here for me. And that’s what keeps me going. Your love and your support.

Now. Let’s get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow is a new day and a fresh start. Leave all that worry behind.”

“Okay,” you nodded, nuzzling yourself closer to his warmth.

"Oh..don't forget to fix the door, please," you suddenly reminded him.

Miguel let out a chuckle, tightening his grip around you a bit. "I won't baby. Promise."

His strong heartbeat began to lull you to sleep, for morning would bring you a new day with no stress. And you couldn’t wait.

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[googleitlol]

False Hero OCs

For the False Hero AU, @rovobeam and I have come up with some OCs (they were briefly mentioned among Macaque's photos in his house). So I wanted to talk about them a bit!

This is Rovo's OC, Yucheng!

Yucheng can be described as having uhhh 'anger issues', though whenever he's with friends, he tends to be more cocky and sarcastic. Deep down, he can be very protective of those he cares about. Rovo has described him as, "the embodiment of wasted potential". After his family moved him out to the city for school and a brighter future, he began skipping classes and hanging around the wrong crowd until he was expelled from the school. Instead of facing his family and returning home, he picked up a night job at a convenience store, making just enough to get by in a small apartment. Alcohol became a crutch for him to get through the day, the man often carrying a flask in his jacket, "Just for the kick of it." His drinking hasn't ruined him entirely but it poses itself as a difficult obstacle for him to get past on the road to him getting better. It's a sensitive topic for him tho, and he'll get aggressive if called out for his drinking.

It wasn't until meeting a group of struggling street kids that something sparked in him. He could see a younger version of himself in their eyes and it spurred him to take it upon himself to look after them. Yucheng did his best by offering advice and guidance he never had at their age, which then forced him to look back at himself. How could he help them when he was still stuck in his own rut? It's not a change that happens overnight, but slowly Yucheng is working his way back to the potential he once had.

Yucheng's stance on Macaque and Wukong is firmly on Macaque's side. Nothing anybody says will change his mind on who the good guy really is… Macaque made sure of it.

Yucheng was originally one of the first that questioned the legitimacy of who the real hero was after Wukong was freed from under the mountain. Macaque can't stand the idea of one of his close friends ever finding out the truth, so he did what he had to do. He waited for his friend to wander just a bit too far before sending a shadow clone disguised as the Corrupt Sage to attack him. He only meant to scratch Yucheng, but he had moved at the wrong moment and nearly took out his eye. It resulted in his scar, cementing the idea that Sun Wukong was a monster in his eyes.

This is my OC, Xiao Shi!

Xiao Shi is an investigative journalist and a close friend of MK. I mean, when you gamble with your life as much as she does, you're bound to become friends with the heroes of the city after the nth time they spot you in the middle of a big fight. Throw in the fact that her kid brother is nearly as big of a Macaque fan as MK, and she finds herself around the Monkie Crew quite a bit. Her brother's obsession is what originally led her to focus her journalism on Macaque, she had to maintain her status as the cool big sister, after all. Even though she no longer lived at home, she kept in close contact with her brother. Calling everyday, picking him up and taking them to eat together after school, she was always there for him.

Sadly, it couldn't stay that way forever. After an accident that led to their father passing away, and their mother already out of the picture, Shi got a bigger apartment to move into to care for her little brother. She dug herself deeper into work in an attempt to make enough to support both herself and her brother, though it just made things more strained between the siblings. With all her focus on her journalism, they never really had a chance to talk to each other about their dad. Xiao Shi couldn't bring herself to, she never wants to look weak in front of her little brother– she had to make sure he knew she was strong enough to take care of them both. This only really put a wedge between them, and with how often she busied herself with work, and with the stories she often chased, that meant more danger. Her brother hated it– she'd sometimes receive threats against her life to drop something, but it only made her more determined. She threw caution to the wind if it meant she could take care of her brother, but in the mix of all the danger, she couldn't see the stress it was putting on him. She just wants to take care of him, and he just wants his sister back.

Xiao Shi's stance on Macaque and Wukong is one that changes the more she digs into it. Like Yucheng, she's close with Macaque– having someone write you in the spotlight like her can really stroke a person's ego. They have what I call a platonic Lois Lane-Superman dynamic. However, that changes the day she decides to go too far for an article.

She decides to write a piece around Sun Wukong, something to dives into the psyche of the monster. One day, that leads to her snooping around his home while he's off fighting Macaque. She takes MK with her just in case, but they end up getting separated and she eventually comes face to face with the sage himself. After a… chaotic interaction before MK manages to swoop in and get her out of there, she's left questioning why he didn't take the opportunity to kill her. She begins to seek him out more, and realizing her profession, so does Wukong. Despite her distrust at first, their interactions lead to her article developing into an exposé on the truth behind Sun Wukong.

Whether she's able to publish it or not all depends on how fast Macaque can catch onto it.

[helluvapurf]

*sips tea seeing HB "Mastermind" making its rounds*

...Sooooo, this latest episode's content definitely was... alot, in more ways than one lol .w. Don't really have the energy atm to do a full "Pros & Cons" list like my prior reviews, soooo... have some jumbled first impressions below lmao:

NOTE: Obv there'll be some spoilers ahead so do keep note of that... aaaaand like usual these ARE just my own personal thoughts at the end of the day, so *please* try to keep things civil if you disagree with anything below. Thank you. 🙏

WOO, nice to see some more Sins introduced on-screen! 🤩Satan is pretty rad with his cowboy dragon aesthetic, the sleepy sheep lady (Belphegor, I think?) looks cute, and I do like the idea of Leviathan being a two-head split creature (tho ngl, I kiiiinda wish her "pretty" half wasn't just a taller version of the Glam twins 😭 might just be the Bi in me talking hlhjk but... Viv y u so allergic to giving us pretty monster ladiessss-)

Great to see Asmodeus, Beezlebub & Mammon back all at once, and their courtroom getups were pretty cool~ 👀Loved Ozzie & Bee's lil friendship, along with Mammon being the most annoying brother-like figure to both Bee & Ozzie lmao

BLITZ'S (almost) FINAL SPEECH TO HIS WHOLE CREW PRE-EXECUTION (+requesting M&M to take care of Loona if he died), MY HEART- 😭😭❤️For all this man's flaws/past mistakes, there's NO denying how much he loves his employees & loved ones at the end of the day (& vice-versa on their ends)... hhhhh q-q

The inner-most squee I had at the Fizz cameo & his frantic worry for Blitz (+texting Ozzie to protect his best friend), aaaaaa~ TwT 💕💕 (*also semi-related side note; but YAY a lil Verosika cameo too (loving her twin-tail hairdo~), even showing fearful concern for Blitz's fate? Aww~ 🥺🩷Plsss let this be a sign her character's not completely done in terms of screentime, I'd SO love for more Blitz/Verosika bonding moments (to maybe a potential brotp forming) as he got with Fizz! 🙏🙏*)

Striker returns, yaaaay!~ 😍 ...aaaand he's mainly just there to act like a dumb grunt to Andre's plotting, oh... 😐'least his court getup's pretty snazzy though, loving the jacket~👌

Blitz + IMP finally getting to receive some hero treatments in the public (Impkind's) eye, fireworks, street celebrations, and potential new clients-included? Sweeeeet~ 👏👏

...well I'll be, Stolas actually getting some narrative consequences here?? 😲😲Standing up for Blitz's life, taking the blame for the Grimoire's misuse, accepting his punishment of the 100 year ban from his status, wealth & powers that were part of his life since forever... daaaaang, now this is some good character building here!~ 👀 Now, with such an honorable & grand gesture Stolas did for the sake of Blitz, their brief duet, and the end shot of them basically becoming roommates now that Stolas has nothing left... does this make me an official Stol*itz shipper now?? 🤩 ...Hmmmmmmmmm, nah lol 🤷‍♀️Now, okay I don't mean to sound like some negative nancy bitch or however, cause I AM proud of Stolas taking the lengths he did to protect Blitz & IMP (and now with him not having a fancy prince title anymore, this could potentially give him the chance to challenge his past privileged/classist mindset, living in the same social class as the same Imps his fellow Goetia society have long-oppressed). However, if there's anything I've learned from shows like Bojack Horseman... big grand gestures are NOT the be-all/end-all answer to proving romantic compatibility 👏👏

When it comes to any sort of relationship, romantic or otherwise... what should matter most is consistent, genuine care & support from one partner to another. And as far as we've seen from Stolas & Blitz's dynamic up til this point... imo, they really haven't had enough positive (non-sexual) bonding moments (save for stuff like their attempts at small talk at "Ozzie's", Stolas laughing at Blitz's sitcom jokes in "Seeing Stars", one photo of Blitz smiling while they slept), to justify them being some "destined-for-one-another" couple? 🤷‍♀️ Not helped by how both men were constantly avoiding & bickering at one another for most of S2 up til now... Iiiii can't be the only one who found it just a tad rushed Blitz was suddenly all "loving/domestic hubby mode🥺🥺" towards Stolas at the end... right? .w.;; Esp. in light of Stolas going through so much as he had to in one trial (+the realization of what'll become of his daughter, following said-punishment) ...he really, really shouldn't be in the mindset for tackling romance rn (at least til he continues to grow & heal better, down the line)... with OR without Blitz😔

....buuut yeah, thats just my own take on the matter; so ofc NO shade at all to those who are genuine Stolas/Stol*itz fans btw (thanks to this ep and/or previous ones), you're valid!👍👍For me, I'll still be vibing onwards with my own personal HCs/ships, so feel free to stay tuned for that if you're curious! :>

Now that we've finally got to meet Vassago upfront, Iiiii'm honestly a lil disappointed he was just... "there" in terms of plot-relevancy (even with all his previous trailer/merch hype)? .w.;; Don't get me wrong, I DO find it refreshing that Vassago's actually a nice guy, and that Stolas did have some genuine support in the Goetia society after all. But other than Vassago wholesomely cheering on Stolas by the sidelines... hmmm, I can't help feeling like not much would've changed had Vassago not been here at all, ngl 🤷‍♀️ Maaaaybe S3 might change things if he gets more spotlight there instead (esp with what I remember everyone theorizing of Vassago (possibly) becoming a 2nd love interest for Stolas .3. idk, part of me's kinda curious how that'd play out with Blitz in the picture- 🤔)?

Andrealphus's antagonist spotlight here... was fine, I guess? Idk, I can't say I've ever been too big a fan of Andre beforehand (mainly from his late-inclusion in the Stolas plot feeling a lil forced + him stealing the spotlight of what could've been interesting villain potential for Stella imo). Not to say I didn't find some of his hammy dialogue funny, along with enjoying the visuals of his ice magic... buuuut yeah, still pretty lukewarm towards him either way 🤷‍♀️could've also done without those creepy af comments about his sister as well... like bruh that in*cest shit wasn't funny the first time, whyyy keep bringing that back- 🤢

Speaking of Stella... ehhhhh, still a pretty flat character as she was in previous episodes (which I guess shouldn't be too surprising with this show's track record with female characters ngl 🤷‍♀️). Interesting to finally see an on-screen interaction with her & Octavia though (granted, not exactly on a good note given her evil smirk at the end... but I guess it does answer some HC questions I had previously of what their mother/daughter dynamic is like, hmmm... 🤔).

As for Octavia in-question... hhHHHH MY POOR BIRD CHILD T-T 💔💔Girl practically watched her greatest fears coming true (aka: Stolas abandoning her for the sake of Blitz), seeing what became of her dad on live-TV. Even if she obviously doesn't know the full story (esp with her mom & uncle pulling strings), its still SO heartbreaking when you consider her trailer sneak-peek ("You never loved Mother, you don't love me, you love him-"). And with only one episode left before S2 wraps up... ooooof, this ain't gonna be pretty ;-;

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-Hoooo yeah, that was alot of rambling my bad... but yeah, thats about as clear of thoughts as I have rn regarding "Mastermind". Even with some of the (admittedly) bloated cast, and some other narrative nitpicks I have with it... I'm honestly hyped to see how the upcoming finale will tie all these big plot points together! 👀🤞🤞

[catastrophichues]

smth that like. i end up thinking abt a lot is the way vil is a character whose in-game experiences are really mirrored by a big chunk of the way fandom treats him.

vils beauty is smth that he’s been villainized for his entire life. he’s too beautiful, too gorgeous, and in the minds of many, that automatically equates to things like “mean/evil/cruel.” as if his beauty = villain

and that perception is one he struggles with. no one lets him play the role of hero bc a lot of the time, a hero is someone the audience roots for and relates to. but no one can “relate” to vil bc his beauty others him. neige has a beauty that is innocent but also attainable. that’s what makes him the perfect hero. for some reason, it’s almost unfathomable to most that someone beautiful who also cares about being beautiful could be smth other than a “mean girl” or a villain.

and the thing is, vil does care abt beauty! and that’s okay! valuing beauty is not inherently evil, and the way fanon (and when I say fanon, i obviously don’t mean everyone, there’s also a lot of ppl who see vil and actually understand the complexities of his character) twists that to “forcing his standard upon others” is honestly wrong. vil holds himself to such a high standard, but the “standard” he’s holding others too is being the best versions of themselves they could be.

his correcting epel on language usage is literally not smth sinister or classist. the EN translation didnt get the translation accurate. correcting epel was literally abt being aware that not many would be able to understand epel if he continued to speak in that dialect, and in other cases, seen as rude. he was preparing epel for future opportunities and circumstances. epels grandma literally switches her way of speaking when meeting the boys at Harveston, so it’s not smth that’s got zero precedent.

and in cases where vil is believed to be envious of others beauty it’s like—who doesn’t feel jealous at times? he mentions being a little jealous that silver does nothing with his hair and yet it’s so fine. that’s understandable! vil is someone who puts work in his beauty. he doesn’t just coast on what’s already there he exercises. he cut out mayo even tho he loved it bc he ended up breaking out. he holds himself to strict food regimens. he makes beauty products. so like-this envy? it’s healthy, he expresses it, and then he gifts silver self-made hair and skin products. bc his envy doesn’t manifest as wanting others to be less than him. it manifests as appreciation and wanting to see improvement. bc!! he’s a good person!!

ive seen fics and content where it’s like “he values beauty/his figure over the lives of others.” my dudes. this man literally sacrificed his youth and beauty to save idia/close the underworld. “Oh but he regretted it! and he got it back!” yeah he cried his heart out who WOULDN’T! and as for getting it back—learning a lesson or making sacrifices shouldn’t always hinge on like whether or not the character makes these sacrifices continues to suffer or whatever. like redemption (even tho he rlly doesn’t need to be redeemed) doesn’t only become valid if someone suffers or if suffering is constant.

vil gets relegated to roles like “the bitchy ex” or the “mean girl” or someone who is constantly cruel and vain and a bully when that’s literally the antithesis of what vil is.

so for that, i really really appreciate the content creators who write fic or make art where vil as a character is more than the villain he tries so hard not to be.

[scekrex]

First of all, love the new profile pic, but I already miss the Adam one. The new one is such a vibe tho.

NEVER MIND THAT. I COME BEARING IDEAS.

I haven't given you an idea in a long time and that is a crime, sacrilegious crime and I must correct my ways 😤

So :) Adam x Male Reader (Obviously 😌) where they are not together yet and Adam loves to tease Reader because he loves to read comic books (Totally not self insert, lmao). One time Adam goes a bit too far tho and takes Reader's comic book from his hands, basically ripping it out of them and accidentally tearing a few pages since comic books tend to be quite fragile if not handled properly. Reader at first is surprised and annoyed with Adam until he hears the rip of the pages, then he simply stares at the taller angel in shock, forcefully taking back the comic and seeing the damage just to break down in tears, because it was his favourite comic book that he was introduced to when he was still alive by someone who was very dear to him (Either a sibling, a bestfriend, parent, Idk) and gets really upset with Adam, refusing to talk to him. At first Adam being Adam obviously wouldn't get why it was such a big idea since it was just a comic book, he could get another one in Heaven with no problems, but it was the action on its own that made the Reader upset.

Basically some hurt/comfort with a fluffy ending? Please with a cherry on top and thank you 🙏❤️

Love you 💋

Here, have a smiley Sebastian Vettel. Everyone needs to see a smiley Sebastian Vettel at least once in their life ✨

Hehehehehehe love that :3 also so sorry it took me so fucking long to write that but apparently writers block crawled up my ass while I was sleeping

Wordless apologies

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The first man grinned down on you, visibly amused by the sight of you - you had your face buried in your favorite comic book, a passion Adam never truly understood even though you tried to explain it to him. But that was okay, the brunette didn’t need to understand why you liked them, it was enough that you liked comics in general - well, enough to tease you about.

“You’re such a fucking nerd, dude,” Adam groaned, he preteneded to be annoyed about your passion when in realitly he was annoyed by the lack of attention he was receiving from your end - it was simply something he wasn’t used to. Usually the attention was his once he entered the room but you were different. If you had your nose buried in one of your silly little picture books - Adam’s words, not yours - your attention was on said book and said book only and not even the first man himself could change that.

You didn’t respond to his words and that annoyed Adam, it annoyed him very fucking much. Enough to simply grab the fragile book and tear it out of your grip, your first response was an annoyed, “Hey!” as you tried to get it back but then the sound of ripping paper filled the living room you and Adam were sitting in and your body tensed up immediately. A shiver ran through you and you felt how your wings fluffed up a little from the sadness and from the anger that slowly bubbled up inside of you. The look in your eyes was empty as you turned towards Adam, eyeing how he held a single page in one of his hands and the entire book in his other hand. Your eyes flicked from the book to the torn out page and back to the book until your eyes eventually met Adam’s. There was no guilt or remorse in them, just amusement as you heard how a chuckle rumbled through his body, “Looks like I have to get ya a new one.”

You grabbed the book forcefully from Adam, possibly breaking it even more but in that moment you did not care. You also took the single page from Adam, viewing the damage up close as tears slowly started to well up in your eyes. This comic book had been given to you by your best friend back when you were still alive and it had been your favorite ever since. Said best friend did not roam Heaven’s mighty streets like you did, you weren’t sure if he was still alive or if he was in Hell - though him being in Hell did not make any sense to you. The comic Adam had just broken was all you had left of him and now even that was destroyed. Sure you could fix it, you could tape the page back in but that didn’t fix the fact that Adam did not feel guilty in the slightest - fuck, he even found it amusing.

When the brunette noticed how quiet you were he looked at you and you heard how he swallowed hard at the sight of tears welling up in your eyes - you couldn’t bring yourself to feel empathy towards him, not after what he did. Sure, to Adam it seemed like a small deal, like a thing that happened and he could fix it by replacing the book. But that wasn’t the case, this was a problem not even Adam could fix that easily.

“Dude,” Adam spoke up again, his words sounding a little softer yet he kept up the playful and unbothered undertone, “It’s a fucking book, I’ll get you a new one.” But you remained silent, refusing to talk to the taller angel after he broke the only physical thing that reminded you of your best friend. The first man seemed rather frustrated at that, you heard him sigh and out of the corner of your eyes you saw how he took off the mask on his head to actually look at you. “Stop acting like a crybaby, man, it’s easy to replace,” he explained yet again, lifting his hand to rest it on your shoulder and give you some comfort but you pulled away before his hand even touched you. That would not fix things, it wouldn’t repair your book.

Brian sighed again, putting the broken comic book down in his lap as he stared at it. “Gimme the damn book,” Adam grumbled, sounding somewhat displeased with something - with that exactly you didn’t know but you did know that Adam would not touch that comic again. “Fuck off,” you mumbled weakly, trying to keep Adam away from it. The taller angel simply caught your wrists, held them in a firm grip and grabbed the comic - including the torn out page - from your lap, “Chill, I’m not gonna tear out more pages.”

You watched with wide eyes as your comic book was taken from you yet again, this time Adam was a little careful with it and while that still did not meet your standards on how he should be handling your favorite comic, it was better than before. The brunette let go of your eyes, held the comic book in both of his hands and let out a quiet sigh, a sigh you didn’t even notice. Angelic magic wrapped around your book and your shocked expression turned into a confused one before you realized what Adam was doing there.

He was fixing it - like actually fixing it.

“Here, you fucking shithead,” Adam grinned as he handed you your comic back, his other hand ruffled your hair softly and while the brunette still did not apoligze, you were willing to ignore that tiny fact and move on. He had fixed the book he broke and while it still felt different, it was something you appreciated very much.

[basicmyherowhore]

Puppy Princess

Heavily inspired by the song Puppy Princess by Hot Freaks

Pairings: Denki x reader (one sided), Kirishima x reader

Notes: This has been in my head for ages. When i hear this song all I can think about is hopeless Denki 🥺 Listen to it if you wish!

The soft thrum of indie music filled the air, bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit living room. Denki couldn’t help but tap his foot along with the rhythm, but his gaze kept wandering—straight to you. You were laughing, voice cheerful and melodic, as you playfully shoved Kirishima’s shoulder. The two were joking around, but Denki felt like an outsider watching them from the edge of the circle. He could barely focus on the conversation happening around him, his attention pulled like a magnet to your smile.

It wasn’t the first time he had felt like this. Every time you two hung out, every time he saw you together, he felt a quiet ache in his chest. He didn’t want to feel this way. He really didn’t. It was complicated—messy even—but still, he couldn’t help himself.

He met you not long after you started dating Kirishima. Funnily enough, he bumped into you before his friend was able to introduce you. It was at the diner the three of you were set to meet at. For the first time in his life, he was the first one to arrive. He was sitting at a table by the window with his head in his palm, already tired of waiting. When the bell above the door rang, he turned his head hoping that it'd be his friend walking through the door. Instead, it was you. Though he had no idea who you were, he found himself entranced by you. There was just something about you...you were...

Approaching him! The sight of you walking steadily towards him brought him back to reality. You must've noticed him staring at you. But you didn't look mad. No, you were smiling at him kindly. His face felt hot.

"Hi, sorry to bother. I was wondering if you've seen a big red haired guy come through here?" You asked him in your sweet voice. His mouth felt dry as he looked for the words. He swallowed before answering.

"I- I haven't, sorry." He responded. He pulled himself together enough to continue more confidently. "You're more than welcome to wait with me if you want." He accompanied his offer with his typical smirk. It was a shot in the dark and he honestly didn't expect much out of it. You were way out of his league, but the saying goes 'you miss every shot you don't take'. He was prepared for rejection when you surprised him by taking a seat across from him.

"Sure, thanks for offering!" You smiled brightly at him. "I've never been to this place before, do you have any recommendations?" He couldn't fucking believe it, momentarily too stunned to speak. Never in a million years did he think he would be sat across from a girl like you. But he certainly wouldn't let this once in a lifetime opportunity slip between his fingers.

He spoke to you with confidence. You told jokes and made him laugh then he would return the favor. He told you stories to keep you entertained. The two of you lost track of time together. Nearly a hour had passed before Kirishima finally made it. Denki had noticed him before you did, the blonde preparing to shoo his friend away to have more one on one time with you. Before he got the chance, you turned you head to see what he was looking at. A smile brighter than any of the ones he had seen yet spread across your face.

"Hey, Babe!" You called, standing up to greet the man with a hug which he gladly returned. The word 'babe' rung in Denki's ears like a gong.

"Hey, guys! I see you two found each other!" Kirishima smiled back. "Denks, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. I wanted to finally introduce you two."

Of. Fucking. Course. You were his best friend's girlfriend. That's his shitty luck. He should've known it was too good to be true.

"Well, its about time you got here. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to keep a lady waiting?" He jokingly chided, ignoring the way he felt inside. He could put those budding feelings behind him. He needed to be a good friend and it was as simple as that.

But of course it wasn't that simple. Despite his decision to bury the way he felt about you, the feelings continued to resurface. Little by little, his feelings for you had deepened, blossomed into something that felt dangerous, something he could never express.

“Denki, you good, man?” Kirishima’s voice snapped Denki out of his thoughts. He was smiling, his broad shoulders taking up most of the space in the room. He had his usual fiery energy, always enthusiastic and good natured, but Denki couldn’t help but notice the slight tension in his posture.

Denki smiled weakly. “Yeah, just… just thinking.”

“About what?” Kirishima raised an eyebrow. How could he tell his best friend that he was lost in thought thinking of his girlfriend? Thinking of your eyes, your smile, your soft looking lips that seemed so kissable-

Denki shrugged, trying to mask the shift in his mood. “Nothing important. Ya know...just zoning out.”

You turned to look at him, your lips quirking into a small, curious smile. “You sure you’re alright, Denki? You’re looking kind of lost in space.”

Denki swallowed hard, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. You always noticed. Always.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little too high-pitched. “I’m good. Really.”

Kirishima clapped him on the back, his usual grin wide and carefree. “Don’t worry, man. You’ll snap out of it. Let’s grab a drink or something.”

You turned back to Kirishima, your focus back on the conversation, but Denki’s mind kept replaying the way your eyes had briefly lingered on him. Had he imagined it? Or were you really wondering what was going on inside his head?

~~

The next few days passed in a blur of schoolwork, hangouts, and stolen moments. It wasn’t as though Denki didn’t love hanging out with both you and Kirishima. He did. It was just… different now. He couldn’t escape the weight of the feelings he’d been carrying.

One afternoon, you were all at your favorite diner, sitting in the usual booth. Denki had been fiddling with the straw in his drink, trying to force the usual carefree banter into the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. Kirishima and you were deep in conversation about a new band you were excited about, but Denki couldn’t really concentrate on the topic. All he could hear was the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke.

He’d gotten so good at hiding it—this secret crush, this love that had slowly crept into his chest like vines twisting through his ribs. He had no idea when it got this intense—maybe it was always this bad, waiting for the right moment to burst free. But now, the harder he tried to push it down, the more it bubbled up.

“So, Denki,” Kirishima said, leaning over the table with an exaggerated grin. “You gonna tell Y/N about that band you’ve been talking about? Or are you too shy?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Denki, you’ve been holding out on us?”

Denki’s face flushed a deep red. He quickly grabbed his drink, taking a big gulp to cover his nervousness. “Nah, it’s… it’s nothing. Just some stuff I’ve been listening to.”

You leaned in a little closer, eyes playful. “Come on, you’re always hiding the good stuff from us.”

The proximity made Denki’s heart race. Your eyes were so close, and in that moment, he could smell the faint scent of your perfume—something soft and sweet. He swallowed, trying to push down the sudden, stupid surge of feelings that rose in him.

“I’ll make you a playlist sometime,” he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked slightly. He hated how obvious he was being.

Kirishima didn’t seem to notice, his attention drifting to a passing waitress. But your gaze lingered on Denki for just a fraction longer than normal, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed. Your eyes softened, lips slightly parted, and Denki had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach out and pull you closer, bringing your lips to his and ruining everything.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“Alright, Denki,” you said, smiling brightly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

~~

That night, Denki lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep—not with thoughts of you running through his mind like a nonstop movie reel. His fingers traced the edge of his blanket, his body tangled in the sheets as he imagined what it would be like to tell her the truth. What would it feel like to let you know? Would it change everything between you two?

His thoughts drifted to the quiet moments they shared—those small, seemingly insignificant exchanges that meant so much more to him. How your hand had brushed his when you’d both reached for the last French fry at lunch. How your laugh made his heart skip a beat. How, on those rare occasions when you had to walk somewhere together, your presence beside him felt like the most natural thing in the world.

In his fantasies, it was always simple. You’d be alone with him in some cozy spot, maybe on the roof of their school or sitting at a park bench under the stars. You would turn to him, your eyes full of curiosity and warmth, and he would finally tell you everything.

He could see it so clearly: your face lighting up in surprise, cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit, and then you’d say something that made his chest tighten—something like, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” And then, in his fantasy, you’d kiss him. Softly, gently, like you had always known it was meant to be him.

But that was just a fantasy.

In reality, Denki couldn’t picture it happening. Not with Kirishima in the picture. Not with the three of you tangled in their complex web of friendship and unspoken rules. He’d spent so much time trying to convince himself that his feelings for you were just a phase, that he was just being dramatic. But the more time he spent with you, the harder it was to lie to himself.

You were the only one that truly saw him. You knew that he was more than a clown, someone that was always the comedic relief. You listened to his ideas, heard what he had to say and took him seriously. He was a somebody to you, not just another side character. You made him feel important—you made him feel legit.

He sighed, pushing the thought away. Maybe it would be easier if he just accepted it. You weren’t his to keep. You were Kirishima’s, and that was just how things were. Maybe, eventually, he’d learn to stop dreaming of you the way he did. Maybe, eventually, he’d be okay with the distance.

But for now, he couldn’t stop wishing for a different reality—one where he could be the one you turned to when you needed someone. One where he was more than just your friend.

~~

It was the night of a big party, one of those end of year celebrations where everyone let loose. Denki had been avoiding you and Kirishima a little, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but it was becoming harder to pretend. His feelings for you had grown too strong to ignore, and the moment he had been dreading had finally arrived.

He found you alone outside, sitting on the back steps of the house, gazing up at the stars. You spoke about the stars often, how much you loved gazing up at the endless sky. You looked so at peace sitting there, away from the noise of the party. He almost didn’t want to disturb you. But he knew it was time.

“Hey,” he said quietly, walking over to you.

You looked up and smiled, your eyes lighting up in that way that made Denki’s heart ache. “Hey, Denks. You okay?”

For a moment, he hesitated. Then, without thinking, he blurted it out: “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped. You blinked, your expression unreadable. Denki’s heart pounded in his chest, the fear of rejection gripping him.

“I… I’ve been in love with you for a while,” he added quickly, his voice soft and wavering. “I know you’re with Kirishima. I’m sorry. I just… I needed to say it.”

You were silent for a long time, gaze dropping to your hands. Denki held his breath, afraid to hear the words that he ultimately knew were coming.

You remained silent for what felt like an eternity. Denki stood frozen, his heart thumping in his ears, terrified that he’d made a huge mistake. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe he had ruined everything—his friendship with you, with Kirishima, everything. He felt sick, like he was moments away from spilling his guts all over the ground and embarrassing himself even more.

He opened his mouth to backpedal, to say it was all a joke, but before he could, you slowly lifted your gaze to meet his. Your eyes were soft, almost sad, but there was something else in them—something he couldn’t quite place.

“You… you’ve been in love with me?” You asked, voice quiet and unsure.

Denki nodded, feeling a weight settle on his chest. His stomach twisted, and he fought the urge to turn and run, to take back the words that were already hanging between them like a fragile thread.

“I didn’t want to tell you this way,” he said, trying to explain, his voice cracking with emotion. “I never wanted to mess things up with you and Kirishima, or with us, but I… I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I don’t expect anything. I just… needed you to know.”

Your expression softened further with your eyes moving away from his to stare out at the darkened sky. The cool breeze tousled your hair, and you hugged your knees to your chest, looking small and vulnerable. Denki’s heart ached at the sight, wishing he could take away your unease. You weren’t angry, but you weren’t happy either. He could feel the distance between them growing, like a wall slowly building that he didn’t know how to tear down.

“Denki,” you started, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I had no idea. I mean, I always knew you were a little different around me, but…”

You paused, biting your lip as if you were choosing your next words carefully.

“I care about you, Denki. A lot. You’re one of my closest friends. But I don’t feel that way about you.” Your words hung in the air, heavy with finality.

Denki felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He had known, deep down, that this was how it would go, that you didn’t feel the same, that his feelings would never be returned. But hearing you say it out loud made it feel real, and that was the hardest part.

“I’m sorry,” you continued, your voice thick with something he couldn’t quite name. “I don’t want to hurt you. You mean so much to me. But Kirishima… he’s the one I’m with. And I don’t think I can change that.”

Denki nodded, swallowing hard. He knew it was coming, but the sting still burned. He forced a smile, though it felt brittle on his face. “It’s okay. I get it. Really.” He rubbed his eyes, hoping to smudge away any tears that were starting to form.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the distant music from inside the party, muffled by the walls of the house. Denki felt a strange, hollow sensation in his chest, like he was standing in a room that no longer quite fit him. But he couldn’t show you how much it hurt, not when you were being so gentle, so understanding. He didn’t want to make things harder for you, didn’t want to be a burden.

“Denki…” You said again, and this time, you looked at him more directly. Your gaze softened with something like pity. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to hurt you. You’re such a great guy. I don’t want you to feel bad about this.”

Denki shook his head, managing a half-hearted chuckle. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ve just… been holding on to this for too long. Maybe I just needed to say it, you know? Closure or whatever. Maybe now I can move on.”

A silence passed between you again, this time more comfortable. Denki wanted to leave. He wanted to step away and disappear into the crowd, get away from the way his chest felt tight and raw. But he also didn’t want to make it awkward. He didn’t want to lose you completely, even if his heart was in pieces.

You let out a small sigh, fingers running over the hem of your jacket. “You’re still my friend, Denki. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“I know,” he replied softly, even though part of him wondered if it would change. How could things go back to normal after this? After he had laid his feelings bare and you’d gently rejected them?

“I’m glad you told me,” you added, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “It takes a lot of courage to say something like that.”

Denki nodded, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in his cheeks. “Yeah. Well, I’ll probably regret it tomorrow, but… I guess it’s better to get it out than keep it bottled up, right?”

You smiled, and for the briefest of moments, Denki saw that spark of warmth return to your eyes. It made him feel like maybe, just maybe, things could still be okay. Maybe he wasn’t completely losing you after all.

~~

That night, after the conversation outside, Denki couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, your face appeared before him. He had learned to push his feelings down—months of friendship with you and years with Kirishima had taught him how to hide his emotions behind a mask of easy smiles and casual jokes. But it had always been there, bubbling just below the surface, waiting for the right moment to break through. And now it had.

The confession had been painful, but it was necessary. Or at least, that’s what he told himself as he lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to get comfortable.

But despite everything, there was still that familiar pull in his chest—the one that tugged at him every time he saw you. Even now, his mind was running wild with images of you: the way your laughter sounded like sunshine breaking through clouds, the soft way you touched his arm when you were trying to make a point, the sparkle in your eyes when you were excited about something new.

The truth was, he couldn’t help but fantasize about you, even now after you'd rejected him. It wasn’t just the simple “what if” moments that everyone has, like “What if we kissed?” or “What if we went on a date?” No, Denki’s fantasies about you had a weight to them, a desperate longing that felt both comforting and painful all at once.

In his mind, it wasn’t just about being close to you, it was about belonging to you, being the one you chose, the one you turned to when everything in your world felt off-kilter.

Denki imagined the two of you on a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon. Both of you were in your bedroom, windows wide open, the light filtering through the curtains in soft beams. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing some stupid video game, trying to distract himself from the rush of his thoughts. You were sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through Instagram with that concentrated look you always had when you were absorbed in something.

The conversation was always effortless, the very air between the two of you was comfortable. In his mind’s eye, he could almost hear your voice, soft and teasing, as you reached out to tug on his shirt sleeve. “Denki, come here for a sec. Let me show you something.”

He’d turn to you, his heart already pounding in his chest, and you'd give him that little smile, the one you only ever gave him, a smile that said, I’m so glad you’re here without saying it aloud. He could already feel the warmth of your hand as you slid it into his, fingers naturally curling against his own.

In this version of the fantasy, he didn’t have to worry about being “just a friend.” He didn’t have to pretend like it didn’t hurt when you laughed with Kirishima, or when you talked about how much you loved him. In this fantasy, it was Denki you wanted, Denki you leaned on when you needed someone.

As he sat there with you, your head resting lightly on his shoulder, the air shifted. He could imagine the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. Slowly, he’d turn to you, gazes meeting in the quiet space between. Your eyes—those eyes he loved—would soften, and then you’d do something that would shatter him completely: you’d lean in, just a little, and press your soft lips against his, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

In his fantasy, it wouldn’t be a hurried or awkward kiss. It would be slow, deliberate. You’d pull back, eyes meeting his with a mixture of tenderness and something deeper. He’d be breathless, unable to speak as you looked at him, the entire room fading away until there was nothing but the two of you.

“I’ve always felt this way,” you’d say softly. “I’ve always wanted you to know that.”

And in that moment, in that perfect, impossible moment, everything would make sense. There wouldn’t be any more confusion, no more wondering if he was wasting his time. He wouldn’t have to keep carrying the weight of unspoken love. You would finally see him, in a way you never had before, and everything would fall into place.

But then, Denki would snap back to reality.

It was never like that. Not with you.

His chest tightened as the fantasy faded, leaving only the quiet hum of his room. There was no Sunday afternoon with you, no soft smiles or quiet, perfect moments. There was just him, alone in his bed, thinking about a girl who would never feel the same way about him.

In another fantasy, he imagined you and Kirishima in a quiet park, sitting on a bench together. You’d be holding hands, talking about something trivial, but the connection would be so obvious to anyone watching. Denki would be there, standing off to the side, trying to hide the way his heart clenched with jealousy. He’d pretend not to notice how your fingers fit so perfectly with Kirishima’s, how you would laugh a little too loud at his jokes, how the look in your eyes when you looked at him was so full of love and adoration that it made Denki feel like he was watching something he shouldn’t. Something almost intimate.

But in that moment, he’d let himself indulge in the fantasy where he wasn’t alone, that he was the one you turned to. He’d imagine Kirishima walking away for a moment, leaving him alone with you for just a second. Your eyes would meet his—soft, searching—and then you’d stand up, moving toward him slowly, almost as if you were drawn to him.

And for that one second, the weight of his feelings would become too much for either of you to ignore. You’d reach out and touch his arm, and in his mind, it would feel electric. He would look down at you, and in his head, you would lean up to kiss him—not because it was some dramatic moment, but because it was right. It would be real, something real, and not just a dream.

But even as he imagined it, even as he let himself feel the hope swell in his chest, he knew the truth: you weren’t his. You never would be.

Denki shook his head, trying to push the fantasies away. They were nothing more than daydreams, pointless distractions from the reality he had to face. The reality where you were with Kirishima, where he was just the friend.

But no matter how many times he tried to shut them down, his fantasies always found a way back in. It was the curse of being in love with someone he couldn’t have—every moment, every interaction, felt charged with a longing that was impossible to ignore.

He had promised himself he’d let it go. He had to. He couldn’t keep dreaming about a future that would never come. He couldn’t keep imagining what it would be like to be yours, the one you trusted with everything. But as he lay there in the dark, his mind raced with images of you, and for a few fleeting moments, the ache in his chest would quiet.

For a few fleeting moments, he could pretend that it was real. Tomorrow he could face reality.

~~

The days following that conversation were… strange. Denki found himself avoiding you and Kirishima more than usual. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be around the both of you—it was more that he was afraid of the awkwardness that lingered, even if you never directly addressed the confession again. He kept his distance, throwing himself into his schoolwork or making excuses to hang out with other friends.

He knew that his feelings for you wouldn’t just vanish overnight. He couldn’t expect things to magically go back to how they were before. But with time, he started to accept the reality of it.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Denki found himself thinking of the conversation again, his mind replaying your soft words, your apologetic smile. The ache in his chest was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been before. Maybe he could live with this. Maybe he could learn to be happy with being your friend, even if it meant never being the one you loved.

He knew that he’d find someone else, eventually. It might take time, and it might hurt for a while, but he’d move on. And in the meantime, he’d still have you and Kirishima, even if the dynamics had shifted.

That night, after another hangout with their usual group, Denki found himself standing outside, looking up at the stars. He thought about how he had fantasized about a moment like this. Where you would both gaze at the night sky and feel the connection, you'd finally know how much you meant to him. You'd know that he would spend the rest of his life hanging stars if it would provide you just an smidge of happiness. He had always imagined that someday, you might see him the way he saw you. But now, he could let it go. He didn’t need to hold on to something that wasn’t meant for him.

The sound of footsteps behind him broke his reverie. It was you. You stood beside him for a moment, both of you silent under the sky.

“I know things have been weird,” you said softly. “I just wanted to check in. I know this wasn’t easy for you.”

Denki smiled, feeling a little lighter than he had in days. “It’s okay. Really. I’m doing better now. I just… needed some time.”

You nodded, eyes flickering toward him. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m here. You’re important to me, Denki. Even if things aren’t… the way you wanted them to be.”

And for the first time since he’d confessed, Denki felt a quiet sense of peace. Things weren’t perfect. They weren’t how he had dreamed of. But they were still okay. And maybe that was enough for now.

The stars above seemed to twinkle a little brighter, and in that moment, Denki realized that he was okay too. Not happy, not filed with joy—but okay. And sometimes, that was all he could really ask for.

[randomalistic]

Anyways here’s a rambling infodump thing about all the similarities between Spamton and Turbo and then some. (you should bully me for this)

My fixation on both of them… they feed into eachother.

3 foot tall FREAK !!!!!

THE INSANE SMILER…

Glitchy and pixelated

Full of envy, pent up hatred, DESPERATELY CRAVES REVENGE.

Kinda ugly </3

Or at least. Unconventional!

Used to drive a car when he was popular

I know there’s a difference between being a car spokesman and being a racer but it’s close enough <3 Spamton would not know how to drive a cungadero they just told him to pose in there and smile. Ok Headcanon OVER !!!!

Had it all in the 80s/90s before losing the spotlight

Turbo did his bullshit in 1987 (actual road blasters release year) and Spamton did his bullshit in 1997

Only really known as an unspeakable rumor and lives in infamy

It’s more like everyone “moved on” from Spamton and forgot about him (or at least tried to forget about him…) where with Turbo what he did was so bad that he’s only known for that ONE thing

Goes in hiding for decades

Spamton has his alleyway dumpster, and maybe other areas of cyber city with low traffic. Turbo’s hiding was implied to have been in the depths of game central station until Sugar Rush was plugged in. (Which I think was asked about in an AMA) Both are like. ~30 YEARS of hiding 💀

Would go any length for the same attention again

The interesting thing about this is Turbo DOES win. He does get that attention back by disguising as King Candy and being able to race again, and he keeps it for however long Sugar Rush was around for before the events of the movie. Spamton never gets it back…

But at least Spamton doesn’t get INCINERATED so I’d say he’s better off, even if the best outcome is him becoming an item

Dependent on some kid for his plan to work

Although Spamton’s relationship with Kris (dependent on them helping him) is pretty different than King Candy’s relationship with Vanellope (dependent on her not interfering) I still think it’s funny that they both have beef with children

Later attempted murder of said kid

Quality villains out here not even hesitating to kill kids to get what they want !!!

Imitated/fabricated identity

Spamton imitates Swatch, Turbo fabricates (?) King Candy

Stupid catchphrase

NOW’S YOUR CHANCE TO BE [TurboTastic!]

BOSS BATTLE FORM IS FUCKKKKED

They essentially have the same monologue of “THANKS TO YOU I'M MORE POWERFUL THAN EVER!! But it's not enough... so I'm going to kill you anyways"

I think King Candybug’s Face resembles SNEO in a weird way. Mostly just the big eyes and weird nose and THE SMILERRRRR. They have very similar vibes! I will stop myself now!

Virus/malware adiacent

Turbo literally claims he’s a virus by the end of the movie and Spamton is Spamton

Critically Acclaimed Tumblr Man (and hated)

From my RESEARCH. (Aka. Looking up art of him) Apparently a lot of people on tumblr liked Turbo in 2013. And those people have since become spamton people (perhaps ……) I guess that is me now too. Really unfortunate

Lore ties into a real life video game (Petz & Road Blasters)

In the sweepstakes spamton was kinda confirmed to come from a Petz game. I also didn’t know road blasters was Real until I started looking into it . (TurboTime is fake tho) But there’s a very specific similarity for you. Fucked up characters blurring the lines into real life my beloved

Rivalry/broken friendship with Those similar looking fellas (I’m running out of brain power here)

Spamton had the Addisons, which were like his friends? Fellow advertisers. Looked a bit like him, just taller with different colors. Spamton left them after becoming a big shot because he thought he didn’t need them anymore…

Turbo had the “turbo twins” (the 2 other blue racers in his game) idk if that’s their official name cuz they kinda barely exist in canon.. I think it’s popular fanon that Turbo is shorter than both of them, but that’s actually not true. But I’m still gonna count it. Anyways he KILLED them when he got turbotime unplugged. THEYRE DEAD.

Extreme temperature related death (is this a stretch)

Less of a similarity and more of an interesting contrast

Turbo burns to death when he’s INCINERATED in diet cola mountain. I could ramble about this a lot but. That’s for my second account

And Spamton NEO (in snowgrave at least) is FROZEN SOLID by noelle. He shouldn’t have asked for that ice cream man

Anyways I get similar vibes from those guys..

I hope they explode.

Also thinking more about this is making me realize how similar in concept deltarune and Wreck it Ralph are. As in, those apps and computer programs in the computer lab ? Yeah they’re alive and theres a whole ass cyber city and mansion and theres a ton of little guys living in there! (And same goes for the card kingdom in chapter 1)

Like if there was a dark world created in an arcade, it would probably look something like the WIR world. In a way, lightners would be the “players” because everything the game characters (darkners) do is to serve the players. I’m just saying !!!! These pieces of media are both Really Good!!!

[gunwoos]

hong woo-jin relationship headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

a/n these r also disorganized and messy but enjoy ! <3

this man is goofy,, but i feel like in the show we mostly saw his unserious side but we also saw how dedicated he was to his friends and he'd be exactly the same if not more dedicated in a relationship

ur his good luck charm. even if ur not super into boxing he just loves that u show up and support him and he definitely fights better (and shows off more) when ur there cheering him on

he's so funny. he's also very loud and extroverted

if ur also loud and extroverted, perfect! he loves dating someone who perfectly matches his energy

if ur more introverted he loves that too,, every introvert needs their extrovert! (and look at how perfect him and gunwoo's dynamic is like)

gun woo would love u. if u weren't already friends with him before u met woo jin, when woo jin introduces u two he thinks you're so sweet and honestly he's just happy that his best friend is happy

u never have to worry about not having anything to talk abt, he's always got something he wants to say even if it's one of the most random things you've ever heard

like he'll talk for hours if no one tells him to shut up

he'd be really good to talk to and have deep convos with as well. like u guys can talk about anything or nothing for hours, serious topics or not

he's very romantic but he's like,, less serious about it? idk does that make sense

like not that he takes it less seriously but he just kinda does "romantic" things without giving it much thought

like he's really cheesy but it's so sweet

his love language is probably physical touch and gift giving

he LOVES when u wear his clothes. especially his jackets

like i said with his love language being physical touch he loves being close to you/touching u.

he's literally a leech

he's always got an arm around ur shoulders or waist, is hugging u

he likes pda tbh. nothing major tho,, he likes to save most of the super touchy feely stuff for when u guys are in private but he loves holding ur hand, having an arm wrapped around u or stealing quick kisses from u

hugs from behind. he loves hugging u in general but he'll literally come up and hug u from behind no matter what ur doing. cooking, cleaning, brushing ur teeth, etc. he'll just come up and wrap his arms around u

if ur shorter and smaller than him especially hell just randomly lift u up in a hug, twirl u around or throw u over his shoulder

he loves cuddling too. like even if u don't go to sleep cuddling, you're gonna wake up with him wrapped around u like a sloth

he loves being the little spoon

he's definitely not a big fan of waking up early

he'll do it if he has to but .. let's be real if he has a choice he's hitting snooze immediately and going back to sleep

if u have to wake up early for work and he's sleeping u literally have to fight for ur life to get out of the embrace he has u wrapped in

u finally manage to peel his arms off of u and get out of bed and he's laying there like 🙁

he's so clingy but it's ok cause he's cute

this man ADORES u. if u guys don't live together yet he's got drawers reserved for u, closet space for u, he'll get u whatever u need to keep at his place for nights that u stay over

i feel like he'd like playfighting. he doesn't take it seriously tho unless ur a boxer too and are roughly the same height as him, cause this man is strong and he doesn't wanna hurt u

like ur over here using all ur strength trying to win and hes not even trying.. he thinks it's so funny

he's ur passenger princess. i feel like he either doesn't have his drivers license or just isn't a big fan of driving

once him and gunwoo get their gold exchanged into money (idk how that stuff works bear with me) he buys u guys a car and makes u drive him everywhere

like u always ask him if he wants to drive since he's literally the one who bought the car and technically it's his and he's like "no 😊" and just happily sits in the passenger seat

he likes watching u drive and being able to control the music (he 100% listens to kpop)

he loves showing u off. like especially when u guys first start dating he'll literally tell everyone he meets so proudly that u two are dating

he lowkey embarrasses u but it's also so sweet so u can't be that mad

he's SO supportive of u in everything that u do and won't judge u whatsoever

he's just boyfriend goals honestly

nsfw under ⬇️

ok now for the good stuff 🤭

he's always up for sex

always.

he's an athlete and has lots of stamina and his sex drive is also just really high i feel like

like compared to gunwoo hes a lot more suggestive ig ?? i cant think of the right word for it

but he's definitely more upfront about it too

u guys r hanging out and ur like "so what do u wanna do?" and he's like "you"

but if ur not up for it he completely forgets abt it tho and wont take offense

this man is obsessed with eating u out. also fingering u like he's just obsessed with pleasing u

it's not that he doesn't care abt his own pleasure but he gets off on pleasing u

he could literally do it for hours too like he just loves how u feel and how u taste and he's happy to keep going for as long as u want

he's really good at it too . his tongue and fingers know all the right places to go and what to do it's just soooo

he also loves when u give him head tho, like this dude is in absolute heaven. he'd rarely ask u for head i feel like, but if u suggest it or ask if u can he's just like "hell yeah"

he worships u. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky like

ur everything to him and he wants to show u that in every way that he can

he's honestly just obsessed with u and ur touch / touching u

it's big. but let's be real we knew that already

like the first time u guys did it, he whipped it out and ur just kinda like 😯

like gunwoo he's also really gentle and i don't think he'd be into anything super rough

he will manhandle u (gently) if ur into that 🙏

he's def kinkier than gunwoo too like i don't see him being into anything super weird but he'd be down to try a lot of stuff

likes when u scrape ur nails down his back and likes getting his hair pulled. not too aggressively but like,,

this man probably has handcuffs .

will not be elaborating more on that (let's unpack that another day)

he's a boob man bc i said so.

he's definitely playful during it too and doesn't mind joking around/laughing while u guys mess around

sorry this section is kinda short but im working on a fic for him that i'll be posting later this week and wanted to save some ideas for that! 🫶

[sspidernaut]

.e-42 Miles Morales relationship hc's !!

people aren't nearly as obsessed w this man as they should be and that shit needs to change ASAP!!

sfw + gender neutral (i hope?) reader , use of 'princess treatment' once

i feel like people be forgetting that 42 Miles is also a version of Miles??

bro is NOT some hyperdominant fuckboy w 10 years of experience CMON

baby has never had a spouse, he's never even had his first kiss and this is the hill I will die on

anyways, Miles meets u, Miles falls in love, y'all start to date, yada yada mkay?

42 is fucking WHIPPED

and he's so shy about it i tell u

you're so attractive and good to him and effortlessly charming and you just have this aura about you and he cant believe ur his

bc Miles has zero rizz in every universe

you could look at him for just a second longer than usual and the boy would melt inside

will keep up his usual 'cool, calm, collected' act yk, he's the man!!!

but we all know that bro is dying inside whenever he sees u

ur the most important thing to him, ALWAYS

has to suppress the urge to propose to u right then and there when he sees u getting along w his momma Rio

she would love u! so happy that her baby finally has someone who treats him right yk??

ur the only person besides momma Rio he allows to touch his hair

bro is the little spoon and i will fight everyone who says otherwise

Miles loves to settle between ur thighs n lay his head on ur stomach or rest his head on ur shoulder or bury his face in ur chest when y'all are laying down, cmon, he needs the feeling of comfort

he absolutely has a picture of u in his wallet/phone case and as his wallpaper

would not let you touch any bags ever again, would not let you pay for ur shit every again, would not let u struggle w ANYTHING ever again. 42 is carrying all ur stuff (including yourself if you're tired, though he will pretend to be annoyed) and paying for whatever the fuck u want without question

insists you leave your wallet at home, will pout if u don't

princess treatment all the way

anyways

calls u 'ma, mami, chiquita' etc.

he's a mad dry texter (will not use punctuations for the life of him) but will text u all the time nonetheless

"u good ma"

"u need sum from the store"

"u eaten anything yet"

honestly I do feel like he can be an ass at times, its 42 after all, but he does his best to make it up to u every time

he's sooooo protective, will always ask where u at and wyd out of simple worry, would probably (politely) ask for u to share ur live location w him 24/7 and would share his w u

42 wouldn't even check ur location once he gets it, he would still opt for asking u directly, it just gives him a sense of comfort that he can (and will) find u immediately if he needs to

bro cannot lose another person dear to him

would absolutely grill people with glares if they look at u wrong

ur his, he's not sharing

he's not overly possessive tho, will keep himself in check

Miles drinks his respect ur spouse juice every day, he will let u live ur life smh

he really trusts you anyways

still asks (ASKS!!!!!) to go everywhere w u, trails after u like a lost puppy

all grumpy w his rbf but his eyes will never fail to soften around

he smiles the sweetest, dorky smile if u play ur cards right

not a big fan of pda but will let you touch n kiss him if u want to touch n kiss him and throw a protective arm around u, always has a hand on ur lower back in public

all over u in private tho!!!

he's addicted to ur kisses and will ask before kissing u every. single. time

once he gets his lips on urs you will not get him off of u again, 42 is an addict and ur his drug

scary dog privilege all day everyday

also does his best to make a good impression on ur parents and they love him!

once y'all have been in a relationship for longer he will honestly ease up around u so much and be less shy yknow

actually starts to tease u back, blushes less and does that tiny amused smirk instead

y'all playfight every two seconds (42 will NOT let u win under any circumstances, bro is a lil bitch and smug asf about it)

will also beat ur ass at mario kart

42 Miles ain't showing u no mercy w that shit, he's too competitive

he buys u new flowers every week

extremely expressive through actions, less comfortable to do so through words but will tell u that u mean everything to him on a regular nevertheless bc he's a sweetheart and in love w u

you would watch every single one of his (basketball) games and eventually he'd give u one of his jerseys (w his name and number on it and everything!!)

bro has to hold himself back so bad whenever he sees u in it

bonus points if its oversized on u

he's so JIDFUHIGEYFUERFV I will simply pass away

constructive criticism and reqs are welcome!!

[b3achysurfur]

If we notice in the webtoon, Taylor and Ben are the only ones who have not been seriously injured...

Aiden was crushed

Tyler was impaled

Ashlyn had a concussion

Logan ended up with a big cut on his side

Do you think something worse could happen to Taylor and Ben?

I think eventually all of them will face some sort of serious injury, so I highly doubt Ben and Taylor will be safe. I think ashlyn and Logan will also get more deadly wounds soon (hope Logan is first in line 🙏)

But I do find it interesting that they are the only two unharmed. Especially since they had a mini romance going on in S1. awwww I miss them 😢

Whats also interesting is how impulsive, destructive, and agressive Taylor has been lately as well as her increased screentime 😈

We’ve also unfortunately seen Logan get a lot of panels lately as well. And idk if u guys remember S1 but Tyler, ashlyn, and Aiden were the ones who got a lot of attention. But now that Tyler and Aiden are out , the attention has shifted to Taylor and Logan. But not Ben!!!!! (I want more Ben screentime, fuck Logan no body gaf what’s going on with him 😒 tell me ab Benny boy NOOOWWWW!!!!!!)

my point is Taylor or Logan may be the next to experience a major event. They’ve also been the ones exhibiting the most “phantom traits” , MOSTLY Taylor tho. also there’s a few other things that point to Taylor being in harms way very soon.

but basically the signs are telling me Taylor is gonna go through smth much worse than what’s happening rn. Back to Taylor and Ben’s relationship tho. Ben always tries to give back to things that treat him well, idrk how to word it. In S1 Taylor is very considerate of the whole group, but there are a few instances where she focuses on him.

in S2, ben mirrors this act by physically protecting her and attempting to comfort her to the best of his abilities

taylor leans into this comfort and support, even if it’s only by a little. taylor needs people, and ben can easily become her person. they both value their family and friends a lot and are willing to put their lives on the line/distance themselves if it means protecting them. they both have lost someone who has guided them out of a dark time in their life to the phantom dimension. they both are kind hearted people who are gentle. they are both a pea to someone’s pod (Aiden and Ben, Taylor and Tyler). they understand each other better than anyone else.

Ben cares about Taylor a lot. we don’t get scenes of them like we do with aidlyn anymore, but we do get little snippets. he is willing to protect her , even if it puts himself at risk. HE COVERED HER COMPLETELY WITH HIMSELF!!! HE DIDNT EVEN COVER HIS HEAD OR ANYTHINGG IGHWHEHA!!??? He had been holding her in place ever since the phantom had started chasing them. HE CARES SM IT HURTS ME.

ben has been such a neglected character, but I don’t think this was for no reason. I believe Ben’s time will come. I was honestly expecting a reaction out of him when Aiden ‘died’ but we got aidlyn so idrc 😈🙏. anyways a lot of people want to see Ben tweak AND I DO TOO!!! but you also have to remember, him not getting mad and bearing with the situation shows how much he has grown from his past. Ben has intense anger issues that he’s HEAVILY ashamed of. keeping himself in check is already hard enough with day to day triggers, but add his new phantom situation onto that? mans is STRUGGLING, but since it’s in silence no one ever talks ab it 🙁 we’ve seen Tyler crack under this pressure, Logan getting madder, and taylor has gotten angrier too! ashlyn is more stressed and tired than angry, and Aiden is having fun most of the time. but Ben? he’s been trying his absolute hardest to not flip out.

so that combined with his affection for tay, if something bad really does happen to her, I do believe it will be his final straw. There’s only so much self control a 14 year old has (even though most adults would’ve went insane by now). Whether Taylor turns into a phantom or she gets injuries/dies, it will hit Ben HARD. Tyler will also be affected, but I really hope it doesn’t overshadow Ben. Losing Taylor would mean Ben wasn’t able to protect her like he wanted to and after Aiden also got hurt, I don’t think he would be able to take it. I think it’ll also extremely upset him when he finds out his family got caught in the crossfire of the kidnapping.

I was thinking about it, and we might actually see ben use his voice out of desperation. I really hope we don’t, bc I think ben not being verbal is nice representation, it’s so important to his character, and I love seeing how ben expresses himself without words. but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he used it to call out to someone. The way this scene (⬇️⬇️) is worded is like, “he CAN (might even) talk, he just doesn’t WANT (have a reason) too”. i really hope he doesn’t, but it’s definitely a possibility 😢 especially if we get a ben centered arc that’s caused by his anger and the loss he’s experienced.

All in all, I don’t think Ben be the next one to be injuried really, but I do think Taylor will. And Taylor getting hurt will finally open up a arc centered around/that includes ben 🙏

hope red gives us the craziest angst we've ever seen for them two and then kills Logan 😛

(sorry for rambling sm 😓 I tried to shorten it but now i feel like some parts don’t make sense. UGH WTV!!! I’m very passionate about Ben and the affects Taylor has had on him 😒)