#but it made the situation explode naturally and now I’m just .

[bohnerrific69]

── .✧ naked (drabble/headcanon)

pairing: peter maximoff x fem!reader

words count: 1.0k | warnings and tags: suggestive themes (there's no smut btw), voyeurism, genitalia/body (peter) descriptions. english is not my first language (im still learning by self-thaught!)

⟣ masterlist | author's note: unbeliavable that the first thing of that i write AND post here it's just some quick silly headcannon/thoughts off peter horny behavior. 🫠 right now i have too many wips on the queue to finish, so maybe in the future i rewrite this as a oneshot properly! (enter my taglist here)

Peter is the kind of guy who, when reaching the peak of his independence having his own house, and when the summer arrives with its dreadful heat waves, would simply take off his clothes and walk around the house naked. Well, at first he got a little apprehensive of doing that, staying on his nice boxers for a few days - only two - till finally letting his body free as mother nature blessed.

Until a while later, a moving truck showed up at the neighbor's empty house and he saw a beautiful and hot girl, you, moving there. He even greeted and welcomed you to the neighborhood. At first he was unsure to talk to you all of sudden, but then it's not like he hadn’t started bumping into you on the street almost every week chatting with you and discovering how easy was to made you laugh at even the silliest things making every encounter more enchanting than the last one. I’m sure these quick encounters were pure coincidence... Unknowingly, getting Peter attracted into you even more than he thought.

But on another hot summer day, walking around the house naked, he came across something unexpected, he saw you through his open window… Well, that wasn't the surprise, you were his neighbor, it was quite common to sometimes see you by the window. The unexpected factor was... that you were looking exactly like him, perfectly naked just like mama gave you life. You was stand up distracted with some magazine in one hand and a lollipop in your mouth while listening to a song and moving your hips sensually following the beat.

And on rare occasions, this being obviously one of them, Peter stopped moving, stooding freezed there without moving a muscle with wide eyes and mouth dropped open, his face turning pink as fast as it could, stunned by the vision of that gentle girl with such an innocent smile and shy attitude when was nears him, to be honest seeing you like that baffled his brain, a thought of you being in that situation not even pass near horny Peter's mind, but certainly turned everything on him on fire.

Okay, it was her house and she lived alone, but with the window open?... Y-yeah, Peter wasn't the best person to talk about this topic now.

Everything in his mind and body was acting so fast, his heartbeat? Oh gosh if someone could hear, it would probably sound ticking so fast like a bomb ready to explode... But nothing made him move until you stopped looking at the magazine in your hands and saw him by the window too, the windows being at the same height and directed front to one another.

Your reaction was almost the same as him, freezing still while your brain tried to collect the informations of his pretty toned body that his lucky mutant genes (and too much X-Men training) blessed him. The jacked abs with pretty biceps too, the divine slutty waist highlighting his v line, the happy trail with silver pubes and-

Oh. Oh good lord... He was fucking turned on.

His dick was awaken and glued on his abdomen just by seeing you. Aforehand you could get on with your analysis, you notice his cock twitch slightly making you return to reality and your conscious remembering your situation right now. But before this could make you react, Peter got free of his trance milliseconds earlier than you, in the blink of an eye he was no longer there, his powers made him simply evaporate from there.

In the panic you just screamed and runned out of camp of vision from the window, dropping your magazine in hands and stumbling on some other ones scattered on the floor, making you fallen ridiculously on your bed, quickly getting into a fetal position and covering your face with the hands like that would help you protect yourself from the embarrassment, of course that not works and you just feels all your body be engulfed by a heavy shame and feeling your cheeks burns, you get one of your pillows and just screams and curses into into it.

After freaking out, you wanted to check out if he was still there, so still feeling the rush of adrenaline now with your legs trembling by the scare that you just got, you get out off the bed and crawled on the floor till were below the window and sitting on your own heels and pulled the curtains close. You sighed nervously, getting on your knees and hiding behind the curtains, you opened a crack into it so you could spy with one of your eyes if he was still there, and… Nothing.

His window still was open but there was no one on the room, you got away from the curtains and sit on the floor with the back against the wall looking at any point of your room, feeling a million thoughts running in your mind nonstop like “What the fuck just happened?”

While focusing on your breath, feeling your heart pounding on your chest, reasoning that despite the embarrassment that… You kinda of like it?... Liked that your cute neighbor that you find smokin’ hot attractive, but never had the courage to say anything, saw you like this and was being so affected by it, being fucking turned on, with his big brown eyes and pink flustered face looking at you so shocked but... admired? Quite hard to know, it was everything so quickly, but you hoped that it was, his dick was sending an obvious message.

Now focusing on what matters… Good god what was that perfect body?! If you could pull him, you sure that would be the luckiest woman alive.

Being weirdly satisfied you laid on the floor, covering your mouth with one of your hands and coming down from your high, starting giggling like an idiot and kicking your feets on the air so embarrassed by the situation but thinking how funny the life is and experiences are not individuals, like as walking naked in your own house because the weather was hot and run into with your hot neighbor by the window doing the same thing.

Well, let's not think for now off by the fact that he lived at the house by your side. And probably tomorrow you would have to say good morning to him.

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[yelenasdiary]

Hi how about an enemy to lovers with Yelena were in their last mission they somehow get handcuffed to each other and until the team can get them off they are off duty and having to deal with eachother (their feelings)

Cuffin' Season

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader

Summary: You and Yelena find yourselves in a situation neither of you want to be in

Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Language Warning | 1.8K

AC: Thank you for sending this! Sorry it took so long; please ignore the cringe title lmao! I hope you enjoy it! x

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” You groaned, throwing your head back against the wall. Yelena sighed heavily, for the last 20 minutes or so, the two of you have been trying to escape a from each other. Yelena still trying to wrap her head around how on earth the target tricked you both and was able to keep you both hostage, not the classic tried to a chair with duct tape across your lips. No, this was the worst kind of being kept hostage. 

“Stop tugging!” Yelena said, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, does that hurt? Is being tugged by the fucking wrist hurt the tough Russian spy?” You snapped in frustration. “You know, if it wasn’t for Natasha needing Kate, she’d be the one hand cuffed to you and I wouldn’t be sitting here wishing THEY WOULD KILL ME ALREADY!” You added, yelling out to your kidnappers. 

“They’re not going to kill us” Yelena said. 

“I wish they would!” 

“Alright, what the hell is your problem?” Yelena snapped, looking to you. “What do you mean? You’re the one with the problem” you argued. 

Yelena cocked a brow, “you think I’m the one with the problem? You’ve never liked me; you can’t even stand to be in the same room with me” she replied watching you try to squeeze your hand out of the handcuff. “Nope, that’s all you, spy! I’ve never been nothing by nice to you, but I guess you’re too high and mighty to see that and now thanks to you, we’re trapped and I’m probably going to die handcuffed to you”

“Thanks to me?” Yelena frowned, “do you hear yourself right now? You’re the one the fell for the damn trap. I followed you to stop you, don’t you remember that? Probably not because you can’t do any wrong!” She added causing you to stop your actions and look at her with anger in your eyes. 

“You want to do this now? Right now? Instead of trying to escape you want to play the damn blame game?!” 

“If the shoe fits, why not” Yelena spat. 

“Agh! You’re so unbearable! I can’t believe you think this is my fault! You’re the one who told me to go ahead, it’s like you knew this was going to happen” you argued. 

“I was talking to Kate! I had to wait for you to shut your pipe hole for a second so she could finish her sentence, I said “go ahead, Kate” Yelena corrected you, your mind having a small flash back to that moment. You were so annoyed that you had been paired with the one person who hated you the most that you when you heard her say ‘go ahead’ you took it as her giving you instructions. 

Silence fell, you rolled your eyes once more at the blonde before trying yet another pointless attempt to set yourself free. “Seriously, stop tugging!” Yelena tugged her left wrist, pulling your right wrist to her. 

“Ouch!” You groaned at the pain, before tugging back. Yelena took a deep breath to keep herself from exploding over your childlike behavior, the two of you hated being cuffed together, if anything, this was the most that the two of you had ever spoken to one another. When you first met Yelena, she gave you a similar vibe that Natasha did when you first met her, so you just assumed it would be a little bit of work to break the widow and the two of you would get along after but no, not Yelena. You’ve been on two other missions with her in the past, both missions went quick and rather smoothly but again, such little conversation was ever exchanged between you both. 

Outside of work, Yelena simply made it obvious to you that she wasn’t a fan of you. So naturally, you stopped trying to win the assassin over and found yourself giving her the same cold vibe she would give you. It made things harder given that you were both great friends of Kate’s and the poor archer hated seeing her two closest friends hating one another. But what you didn’t know was the little secret that Yelena had let slip to Kate one night after a few too many shots of Vodka. 

As time passed, you and Yelena sat in silence. Both of you quietly tried to work out a plan to get out of the situation you were in but neither of you wanted to bring your ideas to the table first. “If we work together, we can get out of here” Yelena says with a light sigh, breaking the silence. 

“What do you think I’ve tried to do this entire mission?” You replied, not trying to snap back at her but her comment slightly annoyed you. “You just hate working with me” you added. 

Yelena looked over at you, “how about once we get out of here, we never have to work together again” she says in a calm tone. 

“Perfect! Can’t wait” you gave her a fake smile before her eyes quickly turned to the banging sound of guns outside the door. The two of you instantly went into fight or flight, just waiting for whatever was going to happen come through that door. 

You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Natasha standing in the doorway with a cocked brow, Kate standing slightly behind her. “Well, don’t you two look cozy” Nat commented, earning herself a death stare from her sister. “Have you got the keys?” You asked, ignoring the comment from the older widow. 

“I’ll go find them” you heard Kate say before rushing off. Natasha stood still with a growing smirk as she looked at the two of you, “which one of you wants to tell me how this happened?” She asked before letting out a chuckle. 

“Shut up!” Yelena spat. 

----

Back at the compound, free from being cuffed to Yelena, you just sat down on the edge of your bed, letting out a heavy sigh as you rubbed the handcuff markings on your wrist. Your mind replaying everything that had happened on the mission, trying to work out if you were the one that put you and Yelena in that situation or if it was just a case of bad lucky. Did you the two of you let your hatred for one another get in the way of a mission or was it something much more than that? These thoughts circled your mind until you heard a knock at your bedroom door. 

You opened it only to see Yelena standing there, “can I help you?” You asked kindly although Yelena was the last person you wanted to see right now. 

“Can I come in?” She asked taking you by surprise. You nodded and opened the door wider for her to enter. She walked in and noticed the little things about your room layout, where your perfume sat on a shelf, how neatly your close were hanging in your opened closet, your favorite movie as a poster on one of the walls, all these little things she smiled softly to herself about. 

“If you’re come to give me a lecture about the mission, I won’t want to hear it” you said as you wandered over to your dresser to apply some cream to your hands and wrists. Yelena turned around to face you, “I didn’t come here to lecture you. I came here to tell you that I don’t hate you” she replied. You frowned slightly as you looked back at her, “you don’t?” You questioned. 

Yelena shook her head, “I’ve never hated you” 

“T-then why you act like you do?” 

Yelena took a deep breath and took a seat at the end of your bed, placing her hands in her lap before she looked up at you once more. “I told Kate what happened today, and she said it would be best if I just come clean to you” she started. 

“Clean to me?” You questioned. 

“I don’t hate you, in fact, it’s the opposite to hate” 

Her reply only added to your confusion, “so you what? Dislike me? Or is it you can tolerate me?” You asked. It was your words that quickly told Yelena that this wasn’t going how she thought it would and quickly tried to fix it before this would escalate into yet another argument. 

“Try, I have feelings for you” she replied, her eyes slightly dropping to your feet. Her confession took you back, not once did you ever think that Yelena’s behavior towards you was because she had possible feelings for you. “I know it’s probably not what you expected but putting Kate’s advice aside for a moment, after today and the way we talked to one another wasn’t okay. I didn’t know that’s how you felt until today. I didn’t think that I was giving you the impression that I hated you” she paused as you slowly rubbed the cream into your skin while listening to her continue. 

“I’ve never looked at somebody and have my heart skip a beat, I’ve never heard somebody talk to me and wish they would never stop, I’ve never had somebody smile at me and that make me nervous. I guess I was so cold to you because I didn’t know how to be around you so I guess I thought that if I was distant with you that I wouldn’t feel these things, but I spoke to Kate and she told me that what I feel is okay” she went on. 

You wandered over to her and sat beside her, “well, I can say I’m so glad that you came to me. I thought I was going mad” you looked to her, “you’re not the only one who has feelings in this” you added.

Yelena’s eyes lit up, “do you mean y-“ 

You nodded before she could finish her question, “I don’t like the saying ‘if they’re mean to you it’s because they like you’ but I guess it has some kind of truth” you added, making you both chuckle. Gently, you took Yelena’s left hand into yours, “we don’t have to act on these feelings if you don’t want too or not ready, I don’t ever want to push you” you assured her. 

“Being handcuffed to you has been the highlight of my week, I would like to explore these feelings more, but it needs to be slowly” Yelena replies. You couldn’t help but smile softly at her, “we have all the time in the world, there is no need to rush anything”

You noticed Yelena blush a little at your words and you swore, if you could, you’d kiss her right then and there but you wanted this to work and right now, you were finally able to see a side of Yelena you wish you saw sooner.

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[shadowbriar]

Matt Murdock - Waste My Time

Pairing : Matt Murdock x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 2.7k Warning : (18+) Short smut. A bit of non-con in the end? Angst. Kinda not liking Matt here tbh. Also not proofread as my laptop is still whack. Synopsis : He feared the true nature of her heart. He fears that the hanging question of their situation was only felt by him, that the growing fondness was only flowing one way. Notes : There should be a prequel for this but idk when I could write it. Please nag me for it so I'll have the motivation to write. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

The air smells sinful.

Their bodies were pressed together, separated only by the thin layer of their sweat. Her body was aching, nearly cramping from all the jolts of electricity surging through her veins. She’s lost count of the many times the sense of warmth pooling in her lower stomach bursted like a tidal wave yet she couldn’t find it in her to ask him to stop. There could never be enough of Matt Murdock in her, ever.

Matt’s muscles were tensing on top of her. His grunts were becoming louder in her ears as he tried to suppress them by leaving a trail of wet kisses around her neck. He was close, she could feel it.

“I’m—,”

“I know,” She croakes, finishing the words he couldn’t continue as he falls deeper into ecstasy “Let it go.”

Matt lets out a small chuckle as the bed squeaks with each of his thrust, “We’re really gonna break this bed soon.”

“Well, thank God it’s yours and not mine.”

He didn’t waste any more energy in talking as he kissed her deeply. Matt closes his eyes tight, trying to find and commit to the best rhythm to reach their climax as soon as possible. He was close, but she was a few thrust behind and it wouldn’t be very chivalrous of him to finish without her.

With his right arm supporting his body weight, Matt’s left hand reaches down to her clit. Her feet buckled when his callous thumb rubs her throbbing bud. A small smirk forming on his face as he feels her heartbeat quicken. As much as he loves their intimate session, he really couldn’t hold his release any longer and he’ll swear he’ll explode any second now from the tension.

“Matt—,” She squeals “I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can, baby. Just— One more,” He breathes, his grunts getting louder as his thrust becomes sloppier “One more for me, please.”

And that’s when she feels it, another rush of ecstasy building inside her. She pulls him tighter, nails digging into the muscles of his broad shoulders. The mark certainly feels like nothing compares to the injuries he’d often sustain from his delinquent nightly activities, but it made him groan nonetheless.

Matt’s face now hovers over her, mouth agape as he tries to keep his sanity as they’re reaching their orgasm. A couple more thrust and Matt could feel her whimpering under him once more. He follows not long after, sinking into the crook of her neck as energy completely flush out of his body.

“That was good cardio.”

Matt chuckles, “Who would’ve thought we’d be such health conscious people, huh?”

She laughs in response, her fingers finding their way to play with the soft strands of his hair. 

Their breathing slowly calms and so do their hearts. Matt now pulls away from her neck, still on top of her as he adjusted his weight to his arms so that he wouldn’t crush her for much longer. He could feel her staring. He wonders what she might be thinking right now. Was she pleased? Is she happy? Does she want this to last as much as he does?

Instinctively, Matt leans in for a kiss. It was a much softer kiss than the one they shared a couple minutes ago. His lips touch her gently as if they were fragile petals of rose. His right hand finds its way to cup her cheek, thumb caressing her jawline gently.

“Matt,” She says, pulling away and looking away so that he’d stop kissing her “I think I want to clean up now.”

And there it is again, the strange thump in her heartbeat. He’s noticed the change of her pulse lately, especially when he kisses her more softly than he usually does. She would let him kiss her for a while, returning the gentle gesture before pulling away as if someone’s poured her with a bucket of cold water.

“Uh, sure. Of course.” He says instead, slowly moving to the side so that she could get off the bed “Do you want some help with that?”

“No, I’m okay.”

The sound of her footsteps leaving the bed becomes louder in his ears as she gets further away. A bitter sense of resentment builds in his heart. What happened? What went wrong? Does she not like it when he kisses her that way? 

Matt knew that from the get go that they’ve agreed to keep their ‘affair’ clean of feelings. That they would just waste each other’s time but it was certainly easier said than done. They’re just friends, sure. She’s the one person that could topple Foggy for a friendship battle in his heart, but lately it’s been much more than that. It’s been much more than stolen minutes of holding her close after their shared nights. It’s been much more than marking her skin and hoping that it could actually mean something more than just bruises of love. It’s been much more than friends who waste each other’s time by kissing in dark rooms.

The sound of water trickling from the shower head is now heard. Matt knew that if he wanted to, he could focus his hearing through the noise of the water to hear her true feelings, but he chose not to. He feared the true nature of her heart. He fears that the hanging question of their situation was only felt by him, that the growing fondness was only flowing one way. What was he supposed to do then if that was certainly the case? He’d rather lose a limb than to lose her, be it as a friend, a sex partner, or perhaps a lover.

—-

It was one of those rare nights when Matt chooses to actually socialise and put the mask down for a couple hours. The place was packed with friends and loved ones. Foggy and Marci’s engagement party is certainly lavish with expensive champagne and grand decoration. Marci must have certainly bent over backwards to make sure everything went perfectly tonight.

She was standing by the sofa on the patio, watching Matt being so immensely interested in whatever discussion he’s having with one of the guests. Must be someone he knew back in Columbia from the way he looks so at ease. His brilliant wide smile never leaves his face. She was sure that his cheekbones must be threatening to fall anytime soon from all the grinning he’s doing.

“You must be Matt’s new nurse.”

She turns to see a beautiful woman, smiling brightly at her, “You must be Claire.”

“I am, indeed.” Claire nods “Matt has told me so much about you.”

“I hope he’s not complaining to you about how unskilled I am with stitching his wounds,” She groans, rolling her eyes “It’s not even my fault that his scars are never healing. Everytime I stitch one up he’ll manage to rip it open that very night whilst gaining a new wound. How am I supposed to work my healing magic if he’s so determined to hurt himself like that?”

Claire chuckles, nodding in understanding, “Why do you think I quit?”

She smiles, appreciating Claire’s company.

In no time the two women were talking and laughing together. It pains her to know just how charming Claire truly is. Matt had told her about Claire and why she chose to leave Hell’s Kitchen and ultimately him. She wonders if he ever had any regret not letting his walls down for her.

“Claire, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, anything.”

“How did you do it?” She asks, hesitation evident in her tone “How did you leave Matt?”

The kind smile on Claire’s face faded a little. Her brows furrow for a while before shaking her head as a sign of confusion. It was certainly the least expected question she was hoping to hear from someone Matt has been boasting so fondly about.

“I know you care about Matt deeply, don’t get me wrong,” She explains fast “I just— Matt told me that you two had.. Something. I just wanted to know how you could get yourself out of it.”

Claire’s expression turns into an understanding one, “I hope I’m not understanding your question wrongly but Matt could be.. Quite hypnotising at times. I’m sure you know that best, being one of his childhood friends.”

She flashes a small smile.

“I guess, I just didn’t want to be sucked into the blackhole that is Matt Murdock.” Claire sighs, a satisfied smile lingers on her lips “It would be practically inevitable for you to get out of his grasp once you’re wrapped around his fingers and as you know, he’s not one to have ‘back down’ in his dictionary, ever.”

She rolls her eyes, “Tell me about it.”

“Well, Matt also has so many layers to himself. As much as he pulls you, he would push you away and I guess I wasn’t looking for that kind of relationship.” Claire continues “You can love Matt as much as you possibly could, beat yourself black and blue just to keep him, but in the end, the only one who knows what Matt Murdock wants is Matt Murdock.”

Claire’s words sink into her brain. None of the things she uttered were news to her. She knew Matt better than anyone and it was all true. As much as Matt pulls you, he would push you just as strong. He’s a complicated man with a complicated history. Yet with all the knowledge she has of him, with all the years they’ve spent as friends, with all the understanding they have for each other, she still couldn’t decipher his true motive.

Matt’s sudden change of action scares her. He becomes more attentive, more gentle and spends more time with her after each of their ‘cardio’. He would cuddle with her, staying in bed until the sun started waking. His kisses no longer feel needy but longing instead. The way his hands dance around her body feel much more calculated, much more cautious as if he’s afraid of making mistakes.

Now if the reason for all of these changes were of what she hoped for, that a certain sentiment was growing for her just as much as she yearns for him, then this would certainly be their happy ending, but Matt is known to be quite the womaniser. He has that charm that he never shied to use around women. Though she loves him with all of his brilliance and mischievous traits, for once she fears of what he might truly have at heart.

“Is everything alright between you two?” Claire asks, snapping her out of her thoughts “Is there something you wanted to share with me?”

She shakes her head, feigning a smile, “Nothing. I just wanted to know what happened between you two so I can nag him later about it.”

Unbeknownst to the two ladies, Matt has heard all of their exchanged words. His grip on his white cane was borderline destructive, knuckles white from how much he’s trying to bottle his emotions. Is she planning to leave him? Is that what’s happening?

Is that why she always avoids his gentle touch? Because she doesn’t want to be that attached to him? Does this mean that he truly has been barking up the wrong tree? That his feelings really flows one way?

—-

“How did you even get this drunk, Matthew?”

She stumbles to help him get to his apartment. Some time after her lovely chat with Claire, she finds Matt pissed drunk in one of the rooms in Marci’s apartment. He was hammered, slurring words that could barely be understood. His glasses were tossed to the floor, white cane laying feet away from where he was slumping at. Something was wrong.

Closing the door behind them, she puts Matt’s arm around her shoulders as a means of support. She knew that she could barely offer any stability for him, but it would be better than having nothing, she reckons. He surely can’t lean on his white cane to navigate.

But before they could get in further inside the apartment, Matt pushes her to the wall. He was pining her in place. He licks his lips, listening to her heartbeat that’s starting to thump harder than it did a few minutes ago. She was scared.

“Matt—,”

Before she could finish her words, Matt leans in and kisses her hungrily. He pushes his body to come in contact with hers, pressuring her to keep still as his hands now hold her wrists.

“Matt, let me go.” She says between the kisses “You’re hurting me.”

Matt didn’t stop. He kisses her, nibbles on her lips until he could feel the foul taste of iron. He wasn’t sure whose blood it is he’s tasting but he couldn’t careless. His left hand now cups her cheek as his elbow pins her hand still. It was practically impossible for her to move.

“Matt, stop!”

Only then did he finally pull away. He lets her go, taking a few steps back as he pants from the adrenaline and anger poisoning his blood, “Leave.”

She blinks, completely confused as to what is happening to him, “What?”

“Leave this apartment and never come back.” Matt says coldly “I don’t want you to ever come back to my place, do you hear me?”

“I— What are you talking about?”

“I said, leave!”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on!” She yells back. She was afraid, her heartbeat must have told Matt about her true feelings but she wouldn’t run out of this place without getting any explanation. Not after that rude and forceful kiss he gave her just now.

Matt’s lips were locked in a thin line. He couldn’t piece the words he wanted to utter. There’s so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to shout, but all he could think about was the heartbreak his chest was concealing. His heart was aching and it pains him even more that she was oblivious about it.

“What happened, Matt?” She asks once again, this time with a softer tone though the state of her heartbeat was still erratic.

“This isn’t working.”

She blinks, hardly understanding his words, “What isn’t?”

“Us, this! Whatever this is.” He says as his hands do all the gestures of his frustrations “It’s not working anymore.”

“That’s certainly not what you said last night when you fucked me on the sofa.” She scoffs “What is wrong with you? What happened at that party?”

Matt’s breathing was uneven. His chest heaving up and down in the most foul way that he just wanted to grab his mask and find someone he could actually beat into pulp. He was frustrated. The aching in his heart amplifies with every ticking second and the fact that he’s put himself in this situation infuriates him even more. She was clear as the sky about what she wanted from this ‘relationship’. Matt has got no one else to blame about his burning fantasy than himself.

“I used to think that we can do this to waste some time,” He breathes in a low growl “Now I realise that you’re just wasting my time.”

“I’m wasting your time?”

Matt went tight lipped.

“I’m wasting your time,” She repeats, still in disbelief “I’m not the one who begs the other to stay till morning, Matthew. I’m not the one who texts the other every fucking night like a clingy boyfriend. If anything, you’re the one who’s wasting my time!”

“Well, then leave! What are you still doing here? Leave!”

There was a hint of salty taste in the air now. Matt knows that he’s crossed a line he’s never done before. Her heartbeat was still racing, but this time it was caused by a completely different reason. Before she was afraid and unsure, but now she was angry. So angry that Matt knew it wouldn’t be the kind of dispute that would subside in a week or two. This is the kind of anger that would leave marks that only time and the Universe could heal.

“Fuck you, Matt.”

A loud slam of the door was heard as she left him all alone in his apartment. The silence that follows was deafening. Matt could feel his apartment growing as his body shrinks down to the void he’s slowly drowning in. He’s burned all the bridges they’ve ever built before. As of tonight, it was certain that he’s lost a friend, a sex partner, and perhaps a lover.

[agirlnamedelia]

Unwanted Quirk Exchange - Part 1

The training grounds of U.A. High School were alive with energy as students from various classes participated in a joint training session. The air crackled with excitement and anticipation, but none of it could prepare you for what was about to happen.

You stood at the edge of the training field, watching as Bakugou Katsuki, with his usual explosive flair, decimated a series of targets. His quirk was a force of nature—destructive, raw, and powerful. It was everything your own quirk wasn’t. As a support hero in training, your quirk was focused on enhancing healing abilities, something you had always taken pride in. But watching Bakugou, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to wield such power.

“Oi! Get out of the way!” Bakugou’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he barreled towards you, a fierce glare on his face. You quickly moved aside, but not before his explosive attack sent debris flying in your direction.

You raised your arms instinctively, and that’s when it happened. A surge of energy, unlike anything you’d ever felt before, coursed through your body. It wasn’t your quirk—no, it was something entirely different. The next thing you knew, the world around you exploded in a brilliant flash of light.

When the dust settled, you found yourself lying on the ground, disoriented and dazed. Bakugou was a few feet away, looking equally confused, but what caught your attention was the absence of the familiar warmth of your quirk. Instead, you felt something volatile simmering within you—a burning sensation that made your skin tingle with an unfamiliar intensity.

“What the hell just happened?” Bakugou growled, staggering to his feet.

You tried to sit up, only to find that your hands were shaking uncontrollably. You looked down and saw tiny sparks crackling at your fingertips. “No way…”

Bakugou’s eyes widened in realization, and he immediately tried to activate his quirk—your quirk—but nothing happened. Panic flickered in his eyes for a brief moment before he masked it with anger. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. This is your fault, isn’t it?”

“Me?!” you shot back, struggling to stand. “How is this my fault? You’re the one who went all out with your explosions!”

“If you hadn’t been standing there like an idiot—”

“I wasn’t the one blasting things in every direction without thinking!”

The argument continued to escalate until Aizawa-sensei intervened, his capture weapon wrapping around the two of you to prevent any further escalation. “That’s enough. Both of you need to calm down.”

“But, sensei—” Bakugou started, but Aizawa cut him off with a stern look.

“I’ll take you both to Recovery Girl for now. We’ll figure out what happened and how to fix it, but until then, you’ll have to deal with each other’s quirks.”

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but he didn’t protest further. As Aizawa led the way to the infirmary, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at Bakugou. He was fuming, as expected, but there was a hint of something else in his expression—vulnerability, perhaps?

You shook your head, trying to focus on the situation at hand. This wasn’t the time to analyze Bakugou’s feelings. You had his quirk now, and he had yours. As much as you both hated the idea, you’d have to rely on each other to adapt and survive until things were back to normal.

“Oi,” Bakugou muttered as you walked beside him. “Don’t think this means I’m going easy on you. You better not screw up with my quirk.”

You met his gaze, determined. “Same goes for you.”

The tension between you crackled like the electricity now running through your veins. This was going to be one hell of an experience, but neither of you was willing to back down. Not now, and certainly not ever.

As you and Bakugou followed Aizawa to Recovery Girl's office, the reality of the situation began to sink in. The sensation of Bakugou’s quirk bubbling under your skin was unsettling, to say the least. You had always been in control of your healing abilities, able to channel them with precision and care. But this—this was raw power, barely contained and itching to be unleashed.

Bakugou, on the other hand, looked visibly tense. His fists clenched and unclenched as if trying to summon the explosive force he was so used to wielding. You caught him glancing at his hands, frustration etched on his face when nothing happened. It was clear he felt as out of place with your quirk as you did with his.

When you finally arrived at Recovery Girl’s office, she took one look at the two of you and sighed. “I see we’ve had a little accident.”

“This is more than a little accident,” Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms. “How do we fix this?”

Recovery Girl ushered you both to sit down. “First, let me examine the two of you.”

As she checked your vitals and assessed the situation, you noticed Bakugou’s leg bouncing restlessly. He was clearly struggling with the idea of not having his quirk. To him, his explosions weren’t just a power; they were an extension of who he was.

“So, how did this happen?” Recovery Girl asked, her tone more curious than concerned.

You exchanged a glance with Bakugou before explaining what you remembered. “We were training, and there was an explosion… then suddenly, we swapped quirks.”

Bakugou huffed, looking away. “Something must’ve triggered it. But this damn quirk,” he glanced at you, “isn’t doing anything.”

“Bakugou, my quirk doesn’t work the same way yours does,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s meant for healing, not destruction.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, well, that’s not helpful right now.”

“Neither is your attitude,” you shot back, feeling your patience wear thin.

“Enough,” Aizawa interjected, his voice low but firm. “Arguing isn’t going to solve anything. You’ll need to learn how to use each other’s quirks until we can figure out how to reverse this.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Aizawa’s glare silenced you. The thought of Bakugou, with all his pent-up aggression, handling your healing quirk was unsettling. But you couldn’t afford to dwell on that. You needed to focus on controlling his explosive power before it got out of hand.

“Fine,” Bakugou finally muttered, though it was clear he wasn’t happy about it.

“Good,” Aizawa said. “You’ll start with basic exercises, learning the limitations and strengths of your new quirks. But until we find a way to reverse this, you’re going to have to work together.”

The word “together” seemed to hang in the air, thick with unspoken tension. Bakugou was the last person you ever expected to work closely with, especially in such a vulnerable situation.

As Recovery Girl finished her examination, she gave you both a reassuring smile. “You’ll get through this, but it will take time and patience.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he stood up abruptly. “Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, walking toward the door.

You followed, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. This wasn’t just about adapting to a new quirk; it was about survival. Bakugou’s quirk was volatile, and if you didn’t learn to control it, the consequences could be disastrous.

As the two of you walked back to the training grounds, Bakugou spoke up, his voice lower and more controlled. “Listen. I don’t like this any more than you do. But I’m not letting some freak accident screw me over. So you better keep up.”

You nodded, meeting his gaze. “I will. But you have to be careful with my quirk too. It’s not meant for fighting.”

He narrowed his eyes but didn’t argue. “Whatever. Let’s just get through this.”

And with that, the two of you began your grueling task of learning to control each other’s quirks. Bakugou was relentless in his training, pushing you to your limits as you struggled to contain the explosions that now coursed through you. In turn, you watched as he fumbled with the healing energy he wasn’t accustomed to, his frustration barely concealed.

Hours passed, and the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the training field. Despite the challenges, there were moments—brief, fleeting moments—where the two of you found a rhythm, working in sync as if you’d been partners all along.

But as the day drew to a close, exhaustion set in. You collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily, your body aching from the strain of controlling Bakugou’s quirk.

Bakugou, equally worn out, stood over you, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he offered you his hand, helping you to your feet. “Don’t get comfortable,” he muttered. “We’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow.”

You managed a tired smile. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

As you both walked back to the dorms in silence, the reality of your situation began to sink in. This was only the beginning. The road ahead would be tough, filled with challenges neither of you could predict. But as you glanced at Bakugou, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something new—a connection that went beyond quirks, forged in the fire of adversity.

This quirk exchange was more than just a temporary inconvenience. It was a test—a test of your resolve, your patience, and maybe even your understanding of each other. And as the first day came to an end, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the start of something much bigger than either of you had anticipated.

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 15)

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Content Warning: soft, safe, unwilling vore; sexual themes; vulgar language

Word Count: 2.5k

------ Chapter 15: Ambivalence ------

Gio opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. He shifted in bed, only to be graced with pain rocketing up his arm. He groaned as the memories came flooding back: the betrayal of his master, being used like a sex toy by an evil giantess, his arm breaking. He felt like crying as he laid listlessly in bed, staring up at the ceiling—a facsimile ceiling, the artificial imitation of a dollhouse. A fake house, a fake life, made for a dehumanized doll, not a man. 

A loud thump on the wall startled him, jerking him out of his thoughts. He looked over only to find two enormous hazel irises staring back with glee. They roved over him, intruding on his privacy, until the excitement drained out as the giantess observed his splint. 

“Oh no, you really did break your arm, didn’t you?” she said. Her voice was loud and full as it vibrated off the walls of the dollhouse. Gio cringed. Her eyebrows knitted together, and the huge eyes rotated down. “S-sorry... I gave it some thought last night. I should probably fix you.”  

She straightened into a standing position, so Gio was no longer at eye level and found himself looking at her torso instead, as big as the side of a barn. His heart exploded with panic as the roof opened above, and the beautiful giantess loomed over him in all her terrifying glory. 

“Get away from me!” he screeched as her gigantic hand approached him, eclipsing the rest of the room. To his surprise, the hand stopped, the fingers curving around him but not yet touching him. The huge appendage retreated to rest on the top of the wall, the fingers draping down halfway to the floor. 

“I’m just trying to help,” the princess explained, tapping the wall with her fingertips in a thunderous gallop. Her tone sounded genuinely apologetic, laced with regret. As frightened as Gio was, her demeanor filled him with a white-hot fury. The stress of the situation, along with his pent-up frustration and misery, drowned out his usual caution. 

“Help!? Are you fucking kidding me?” he shouted. “Like hell you’re going to help! You USED me and BROKE my arm!” 

Bianca bit her lip. “I-I didn’t mean to...” 

His own outburst shocked him, but he was so angry he couldn’t stop. “And where do you get off, acting all sorry and like you care now? You certainly didn’t give a shit last night! You didn’t hesitate to snatch us all up and molest us! So don’t pretend like you have any sympathy or respect, you cunt!”  

He heaved with wrath, virtually foaming at the mouth. He glanced over at Graham and Cesar, huddled in an interior doorway and gaping at him in shock. Graham was dreadfully pale, and even Cesar looked nervous. As much as Cesar was attracted to Bianca, his service to the human king had trained him on how to speak to royalty, so he knew Gio’s insolence was punishable by death even without the size discrepancy. Gio turned his attention skyward to the giantess princess, who seemed just as stunned. His momentary burst of indignance vaporized in a flash as he realized what he’d done. He’d offended the princess, no doubt. She’d retaliate, probably squash him into a pulp in her hand. He crumbled with terror, his usual timid nature returning to his body, as the princess recovered from the effect of his words. 

“Nobody’s ever spoken to me like that before,” she uttered in disbelief. “Least of all a lowly little human.” She stared at him, scrutinizing him with intensity. Gio’s lips quivered as he waited for the inevitable, the moment drawing out like a knife. However, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Bianca, my girl! Daddy’s here!” King Richard proclaimed, sauntering into the room. “How’s your morning going? Did you sleep well?” 

Bianca’s plump lips curled into a smirk as she looked down her nose at her living playthings. “I slept fabulously,” she answered, flipping her long hair haughtily over her shoulder. “Thank you so much for my new toys, Daddy!” 

The king peered into the human habitat with a devious sneer. “Oh, look at that! He’s got a little splint! That’s hilarious!” He chuckled as Graham glared up at him. Gio had lost all his fire; he trembled, lowering his head. He knew he was in serious peril when the princess laughed along with her father, her expression hardening with a cruel edge. When the giant king glanced over at Graham, the small man swiftly averted his gaze to his toes. Cesar stayed quiet as he watched the whole scene play out in front of him, as if he weren’t a part of it. 

“By the way, I brought you a present,” Hardon announced, presenting the human carrier necklace to Bianca. Her gift, crafted especially for her by an expert metallurgist, was designed to be more feminine, consisting of a fine gold chain encrusted with small, sparkling jewels. He fished Candy out of his shirt to demonstrate its utility. Bianca’s eyes gleamed as she greedily snatched up the gift. 

“Wow, this is so cool! Thanks, Daddy!” She gave him a big hug, making Candy gasp for breath as she was smothered by giant breasts. The king smiled, giving his daughter a kiss on the cheek before leaving. Bianca’s maid hid from the lecherous king on his way out, not wanting to be groped or smacked on the butt in passing—or worse. As soon as he was gone, she came into the room holding a tray of hot breakfast, similar to the one prepared for Ronny, with Chester in tow to check for poison. 

Once the food was deemed safe, Princess Bianca settled down to eat her breakfast. First, though, she needed to remind Gio of his place. She couldn’t allow anyone to disrespect her like that, least of all an insignificant rat. She reached back into the little house and roughly seized him in her fist. This time, he didn’t yell at her, merely crying out in fear instead. She ripped off his splint, eliciting a sharp shriek of pain. 

“D-don’t hurt me!” he begged. “I-I take back what I said, I’m sorry, I was just scared and venting my feelings, I meant no disrespect Your Highness-” He continued to blubber as she wrapped his tiny body in a crêpe, smothering him in whipped cream and powdered sugar. His eyes widened and he struggled violently when he realized what was going on.   

“No! You can’t eat me! I don’t want to die!” He was sobbing now, with his arms pinned to his sides while he floundered in custard filling. Bianca regarded him coldly as a savage grin spread across her lips, exposing her teeth. She couldn’t deny the thrill she felt, having such control and power over the small man. She didn’t bother to inform him that the potion she used on him yesterday would last for days, so he wouldn’t perish in her stomach. She preferred to savor his fear. She watched him wriggle his shoulders desperately and stir the filling with his wimpy movements. His delicate features, stricken with abject fear, were dusted with white powder, and his cheeks and hair were splotched with cream. He looked delicious, and her stomach clamored for his dainty flesh to fill it. 

He deserved his fate, after all, for running his mouth to royalty when he was a mere commoner, and such a pathetic little creature on top of that. She pushed down the inconvenient itch of sympathy and guilt scratching at her skull. She shouldn’t allow herself to feel those irrational emotions for a human, her natural inferior. If her father knew she felt that way, he would disapprove. She couldn’t disappoint him. 

Gio felt how small and powerless he was as the strength of her huge hand squeezed him in the crêpe, squirting out the filling around him. Her enormous maw, like the interior of a cathedral, gaped open, ready to engulf him. Gio screamed as the massive open jaws approached, the tunnel of the gullet twitching with hunger. The walls of teeth closed around him, biting down on the soft dough and burying him in humid darkness. The floor beneath him, the squishy wet mass of the tongue, came to life and curled around him. The huge tongue stripped the blanket of crêpe from his body, licked off the whipped cream and filling, and slapped his face and skin. He pushed against the tongue with his palms, but the heavy slab was too strong for him to wrestle off. The giantess hummed with delight, her voice reverberating from her throat into the hollow chamber, as his flavor permeated her mouth. She shifted him from one side of her mouth to the other, with Gio wailing in pain the entire time as his broken arm was jostled and compressed. 

Gio had no time to mentally prepare himself as he abruptly slid headfirst into the wide gullet. His vision was scarred with the sight of the fleshy chute of the throat, descending into a forbidding blackness, before the muscles crushed around him and dragged him down. His arm throbbed with acute pain as it was smashed against his midsection. He blacked out as he was shuttled down, until he collapsed into the giantess’s stomach. When he regained his wits, he was horrified to find himself churning in acid, stirred by wrinkled walls of flexing meat. Loud grumbles echoed through the hollow cavity like an earthquake, and mashed-up food slopped down from the constricted opening above as the princess ate the rest of her breakfast. He held out his shaking hands to examine the soft glow radiating from his skin. The acid didn’t burn, but he was still hysterical with panic, not yet comprehending that he wouldn’t be digested. 

Although giants were large enough for Graham to make out their facial features at a reasonable distance, he still couldn’t see much without his glasses. Nevertheless, he could hear Gio’s pleas and screams clear as day as he was eaten alive. He glanced over at Cesar standing next to him, who was watching the display attentively. He could hardly ignore Cesar’s raging boner, naked as they all were. He turned away with the upmost revulsion.  

“You disgust me,” he spat at the other man. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Cesar admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Goddamn, she’s so hot. I want her to eat me too...” 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you care about Gio? Or have any self-respect or sense of self-preservation at all? Or shame, for that matter?” 

Cesar grinned sheepishly. “Nope.” He sighed. “Don’t misunderstand, I feel bad for Gio, I really do. But I don’t think she intends to kill him. Besides, he shouldn’t have spoken to her that way. She’s royalty. He should’ve known better.” He shrugged. 

Graham, at a loss for words, huffed and shook his head. He walked away from the glass and sat down on one of the beds, holding his face in his hands and muttering vulgar invectives under his breath. He couldn’t believe he was in this situation, and stuck with a sex-crazed idiot, no less. He flinched as the threatening shadow of the giantess enveloped the miniature house. He looked up with trepidation to behold Bianca smiling and rubbing her full belly as she gazed down rapaciously at the two remaining men like she wanted to devour them alive.  

“Now, which one of you should I take with me today?” she teased, fingering her new jewelry, the human carrier that adorned her neck. 

Cesar gazed up at her with awe, saluting her proudly with his exposed member. “Ooh, me! Pick me!” he called out, raising his hands, imagining the embrace of her warm skin on his with dreamy bliss. 

Bianca grazed him over with her eyes, considering her options. A mischievous smirk spread over her face. “Nah.” She reached in and plucked up Graham instead, who squealed in protest. She snapped him into her necklace and dropped it to her chest. The tiny man’s cries were muffled when he fell neatly into her cleavage and was swallowed up by her full breasts, which bobbed slightly with his frantic motions. He tried to climb out of the soft valley, straining his arms, but Bianca stuffed him back in. 

“Aw, c’mon...” Cesar moaned as Bianca shut the roof and abandoned him. She was shunning him on purpose to torment him; he just knew it. He watched her leave with longing, dick in hand as her shapely backside swayed temptingly. He sighed as he was left alone, insanely jealous of the other men. He felt empty and unwanted. Did she not like him for some reason? Was he not good enough for her? 

Bianca didn’t give Cesar a second thought while she strolled through the castle. As she felt Gio thrashing weakly in her gut, and Graham fighting against her bouncing jugs, a twinge of regret began to worm its way into her heart. She knew it wasn’t right for her to feel empathy for humans, yet she couldn’t get the image of Gio, sallow and shriveled with his broken arm, out of her head. She normally didn’t experience compassion for her inferiors, but something about his tiny size, with how scared and helpless he was, struck a chord with her. 

She really didn’t intend to injure him. His emotional blowup had rocked her to her core. To think that such a vulnerable creature, wounded and frail, would have the audacity to confront and berate her filled her with amazement, perhaps even admiration. It wouldn’t be easy to stand up to a giantess hundreds of times his size, after all. Even full-sized giant men were afraid to speak to her in that manner, with the power she wielded. 

She realized the extreme duress he was under prompted his heated, impulsive response, and the fact that he could feel so strongly disturbed her. She was accustomed to seeing fear in humans, especially when they were on her dinner plate, but anger? Sadness? Even joy, with that bizarre horny one who actually seemed happy to see her? It was strange and alien to her. To think they had a range of complex feelings, like real people and not just primitive animals, bothered her. Her interactions with humans had been limited up to this point, restricted mostly to eating them, and she was learning a lot more than she expected about them. 

She decided to get a healing salve for Gio’s arm. Why not? She was his owner, his caretaker. She ought to keep her toys in pristine condition. For peak performance—certainly not out of compassion or guilt. Normally, she’d send a servant to do her bidding, but she felt oddly embarrassed about the whole thing. She didn’t want anyone else to know about her conflicting thoughts and feelings. She didn’t want to admit that she would spare this human, this inferior creature, after he disrespected her so rudely. She didn’t want to acknowledge or confront her own ambivalence regarding these human men, who seemed to have depth and dimensions that she hadn’t anticipated. 

Chapter 16

[goldensunset]

Fun fact about N’s character theme: it’s based on prime numbers! I don’t know enough about music theory to tell you exactly how, but it’s neat that the composer took his mathematical affinity into account -moon

ya!!!! that’s what i was talking about w the arpeggios. that’s a detail i think is great fs….

don’t get me wrong it wouldn’t surprise me at all if n’s battle theme was some masterpiece of musical composition on a purely technical level that i don’t get because i don’t understand complex math and music theory terms. i tried researching the meanings behind his name and just exploded. i mean look at this. i do not go there

like i’m sure they were absolutely cooking something intentional. it’s all so nerdy. i trust they made their choices for a reason. but i still disagree with them

i guess what i was getting at is that like extra flavor details in the music like this are great but what’s underneath really matters too… the main melody plays the biggest role in storytelling here. in a critical plot moment you should be able to listen to a track and just Feel a certain emotion and get an impression of what the character is like or what the situation is like. is it happy, sad, fearful, determined? unsettling? does it actually distinctly lack a melody, and what does that say about it? like without having to study details like this behind the scenes.. you shouldn’t need a phd the song should just hit you y’know

like it doesn’t exist within a vacuum it exists in the context of ‘i’m fighting this guy who by now i know means well and has been lied to and is in denial at this point, in the hopes that he backs down from trying to change the world for the worse and admits he was wrong, so that we can please be friends’ i understand n is an unusual sort of person and that formulas and calculations are part of his character quirks. but also at his core he’s not a machine or something he’s a human being with a lot of feelings and beliefs. that’s like. a really important part of the narrative… ik he suppresses his thoughts a lot but like

ig i just would’ve expected more of that passion in him to come out during his decisive battle. you would not have to change that much about it to satisfy my conditions. like his standard battle theme works fine for him when he’s battling you just to like test and study you in a calculating sort of sense but in the endgame you’d expect it to be more dramatic. which is why i love the pokemas version where it gets fused with his castle theme it sounds absolutely perfect like that’s the n theme we needed

the like. main part of n’s battle theme like the melody part… it is full of dissonant intervals. again who knows there might be a numerical thing to it that i’m unaware of but y’know like those are the sounds that make you distinctly uncomfortable. that composers use to signify fear or evil. i once woke up in a feverish mini-panic bc that song made its way into my dreams. (and that actually made me appreciate it more not less. lol. if you strike fear into my heart that’s a compliment). and i know he is an antagonist and you should be at least a little bit afraid of him but see like that’s the kinda thing they did for like. ghetsis. the pure evil dude of all time whose name is actually music-related too. the man is so evil he got named after his own evil music. ok king

basically n my man he deserves more to his battle music than sounding scary and cold

buuuut i guess you could say that’s what his encounter theme is for. ‘prisoner to a formula’ has a distinct melody (although that song is creepy lol). and then in b2w2 it gets remixed into a major key and it’s now called ‘n’s theme’ so like yay for once mr natural harmonia has a memorable theme that sounds like he gets sunlight and fresh air and that’s definitively considered to be his character theme!! yay!!!!!

idk. maybe this is all supposed to represent how he suppresses everything he feels and withdraws into his shell and his mechanical obsessive habits while he’s battling. bc his heart is distinctively not in it it’s not true to who he is as a character and also he’s in denial and trying to talk a big scary game the whole time. like the music represents his outer self not his inner self which is imo not ideal for a decisive character battle. and especially not given that his battle theme is at its core basically the same in the sequel even after he’s undergone character growth they bothered to make a remix but still didn’t add heart to it. as if they still wanted your impression of him to be offputting. but who knows!

[heelwriting]

Saturday Night Collision

Day/Prompt: Day 6 - "Sorry! I didn't mean to throw that snowball so hard"

Fandom/Character(s): AEW All Elite Wrestling / Daniel Garcia x F!Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 680

Summary: Daniel takes reader on an impromptu date ice skating and plsaying with snow

@12daysofchristmas

This was meant to be a work trip but somehow you ended up on a date with Daniel Garcia, you had time to kill before Collision and since you had promoted all morning on talk shows he saw the opportunity and took it.

“Hey, do you wanna go skating? I heard there’s an ice rink closed from here”

“Sure, we have a lot of time to kill”

Danny was happy she had accepted, they made the AEW chauffer take them there.

They after putting on the skates she was really nervous to fall down, Danny noticed her shaking and offered his hand.

“Let’s go, I’m not letting you fall”

“What if you fall?”

“That would be embarrassing but I’ll try not to, i promise”

She was definitely more confident with Daniel securing her arm, they were moving steady and they were having fun, she did a whole lap alone just to prove herself she could do it, she didn’t realize it but Daniel was watching her with loving eyes, he had been waiting on a moment like this for so long and now finally he had the courage and the opportunity to capitalize.

She staked towards him, it felt like slow motion but she was moving fast, Daniel had his arms open and she did the same trying to hug with to anchoring down, miraculously they didn’t fall down but they ended up face to face smiling to each other until they realized their lips where at a close distance both slowly moving their heads away from each other.

“Uh we… we should go make a snow fight”

He proposed trying to shake the awkwardness out of the situation, he still took her hand in his helping her out of the rink.

Now again sporting boots they went to the field collecting snow balls, running around the different obstacles that were already set up.

She had collected some snow and finally hit Garcia on the leg, he tried hitting her but she was running fast making him miss the target, she got behind a prop door, she was waiting for Daniel to get closer, it felt like a good few minutes before she saw him again but this time he was faster and hit her shoulder with the snowball, it caused her to lose balance and end up on the floor.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to throw that snowball so hard"

Daniel shouted and ran beside her, she was watching him with eyes semi closed as if trying to make his head explode with her nonexistent mind powers.

He offered her a hand to help her up, she took his hand but instead of trying to get up she pulled him with her and since he wasn’t really stabilized he fell down too, she was laughing and now Daniel had pouty lips, he plopped down on the snow and she imitated him, they just laid there until it was too cold.

“This was a bad idea”

Daniel said sitting up, she followed him and they finally got up.

“Hey you got some snow on your hair”

She said.

“Where?”

He asked her, she brushed his hair getting rid of the chunk of snow that was stuck, she was going to retract but Daniel pulled her arm until they were mere inches away, his breath lightly hitting her face, he was watching her eyes and then her lips which made her look at his naturally pink tinted lips, Danny finally pulled her by the waist and kissed her lips, she put her arms around his neck pulling him down to reciprocate the kiss, it was slow and passionate, it didn’t last long but it was enough to leave them both shaking and wanting more.

Danny had his eyes closed for a few seconds, his face was as red as she expected, he was known to turn red when he is flustered but she thought it was cute, Daniel finally opened his eyes, a new found glow in his eye, he finally had the courage to ask.

“So… second date after Collision?”

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Psychoborrower

Chapter 3

I almost had a heart attack when I made the jump into Raz’s pocket before he left. I got a bit too used to Sasha’s complete obliviousness to my existence that I forgot that most people tend to notice when something small jumps on them.

“Huh? What was that?”

I held my breath as he shook his jacket off. I wasn’t too worried about falling out, but I was definitely concerned this motion would make me throw up. That would easily give me away. And it’s gross.

He gave up pretty quickly once he realized there wasn’t a bug or animal on him, and went off like nothing happened.

Either way, this was probably the stupidest thing I’d ever done. Really. Thanks for guilt tripping me into making up with this kid, Sasha.

On the way there, I overheard his conversations with the other campers, and he came to the conclusion that one of the kids’ brains had been stolen.

Personally, I thought he was just paranoid. The kid in question was Dogen. He’s just like that.

When we got to Milla’s class, he asked Lili about it. It turns out, Raz had a vision in the tumbler about a creepy doctor that perfectly matched up with a nightmare she had been having.

That… was a lot more than paranoia.

Lili ended up leaving class early, but told Raz to meet her later by the lake so they could talk about the situation further.

I tried not to let myself get too worked up about it. After all, none of this concerned me. But at the same time… if Dogen’s brain really was missing, that could mean trouble.

The kid was extremely powerful. Too powerful. To the point where he couldn’t control his own abilities. Head-exploding abilities. And the only thing keeping them at bay was a crumby tinfoil hat. If that brain fell into the wrong hands…

No. Everything was fine. Raz and Lili were just having shared nightmares. That’s… probably normal.

Milla was hesitant to let Raz into her mind, and wasn’t thrilled when she learned Sasha was training him. She has the tendency to be very protective. It took me forever to convince her to train me. Which is kind of strange, because between her, Sasha, and the Coach, her mind is the safest. There are a few Censors here and there, but there aren’t any platforms that you can really fall off of. The course is designed for levitation training, and it accommodates for that very purpose perfectly.

After some convincing, she let us in. Raz wasn’t as shocked by my presence, but he did seem annoyed. As for Milla, she was overjoyed.

“Flint! It’s so good to see you again, darling! And it’s so nice to see you’ve made a friend!”

Raz and I kind of just avoided eye contact for a minute, and Milla stopped dancing on the TV monitor when she took note of the uncomfortable silence.

“Oh, I see… Well, not to worry! A party is the best place to work out your problems, so I’m sure whatever’s going on between you two will sort itself out! Now then, Razputin, I’ve given you your Levitation learner’s permit. Finish the course, and you’ll get your merit badge! Start whenever you’re ready!”

I’d already done the course before, so I just hopped on my Thought Bubble and rolled on ahead.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Raz called after me.

“Sasha said I had to attend class with you. He didn’t say we had to stick together the entire time.”

“But he also said we have to try and get along. If we’re gonna become Psychonauts together-”

“Whoa, together? Where’d you get that from? It would take a miracle for them to let either one of us in, but there’s no way they’d accept both of us. And frankly, I’d question their judgement if they picked you over me, newbie.”

It didn’t take long for him to catch up to me. It was infuriating how quickly he took to every single thing he learned. He was a natural, and I hated it.

“What makes you so sure they won’t take us both? I mean, even if it’s not at the same time, eventually-”

I bumped my Thought Bubble into his, sending him rolling backwards. I was so sick of him. Natural talent. Misguided optimism. He really thought we could be teammates. Maybe in a perfect world that wasn’t pitted against me and actively sought out people like him. Maybe in a world where the game wasn’t rigged in his favor. But no. He was gonna get everything he wanted, and I’d be left with nothing, stuck at this stupid baby camp that I was only a year away from aging out of.

He rebounded from the bump and caught up to me again as I desperately kept trying to lose him.

“I just don’t get what your problem with me is. What did I ever do?”

I kept going, trying to ignore him. Then, he surprised me once again, bouncing right in front of me and bumping me back. It was with a lot less force, but enough to stop me.

“Hey, look. I can tell you’re going through something right now. And… I am too. To tell you the truth, I’m starting to doubt I’ll get there in time. My Dad’s gonna be here tomorrow. He’ll take me back to the circus where I’ll never be allowed to use my powers again. But even if it seems hard, that doesn’t mean we can’t still try, right?”

I sighed, rolling ahead and motioning for him to follow me. We made our way to the first dance platform, where the other campers and several mental dancers were enjoying the party. I sat myself down in one of the lounge seats and pointed to the space next to me until Raz got the hint.

Neither of us spoke for a minute. We just sat there, observing the party. At one point, a mental waitress brought us drinks. I started drinking mine right away while Raz looked at me like I had just committed a crime.

“Um… are these-?”

“Nonalcoholic. Milla would never think of giving a kid the real stuff.”

Even after I told him, he still looked at the glass in his hand like it was full of poison, until he eventually decided it was fine and took a sip.

“It’s good.”

We continued to sit and take in the atmosphere of the party. I knew I had to say something, but I didn’t know where to begin, or how much to reveal. So, I started the simplest way I could.

“I ran away from home too, you know.”

Raz seemed surprised.

“But… you’ve been coming here for years. Didn’t the counselors try to contact your parents?”

I chuckled. “My folks aren’t exactly easy to get in contact with, so they’ve been begrudgingly letting me live here ever since. It’s not like they can do much about it, since no one ever sees me.”

“Why do you do that? The invisibility thing, I mean. And how are you able to hold it for that long? Milka’s invisible pretty much all the time but I still see her between recharges.”

Right. There was another kid at camp that did the whole invisibility thing. Well, she was actually invisible. I just lied about it so no one would realize the real reason they haven’t seen me in the physical world. Ironically, it’s my weakest psychic power.

“I value my privacy. And just because I agreed to talk to you doesn’t mean I have to reveal all my secrets. But it looks like things are pretty hopeless for us right now, so I don’t see much of a point picking a fight with you anymore.”

“It’s not hopeless! There’s something weird going on around camp. Have you seen Dogen lately?”

I nodded. “Yeah. But are you sure his brain is missing?”

“There’s nothing between his ears! I could see right through his head!”

Oh wow, that’s… horrifying, actually.

“I saw a vision in the Brain Tumbler of Dogen with this creepy dentist who said he was gonna take his brain out. I couldn’t get all the way up to the tower without levitation, so that’s why I’m taking this course.”

At that, I got up from my seat and got back on my Thought Bubble.

“In that case, we should get moving. No time to sit around and chat. If this is as serious as you say it is, you need that merit badge ASAP. Follow me, I’ll show you the fastest way through.”

I could see the way his eyes lit up when he realized I was finally gonna help him with training. I hated to admit it, but it did feel nice knowing that this kid looked up to me, even after I was such a jerk to him. It felt like maybe all my training meant something after all.

We made our way up to the next part of the course, where you use your Thought Bubble to roll over dangerous elements. It was really the only major hazard in Mills’s mind, and as long as you levitated like you were supposed to, no harm would come to you.

At least, nothing happened to me. Raz, it turns out, was a special case. He could easily roll over fire, electricity, even radioactive waste. But when he tried to roll over the pool of water, something strange happened. His bubble suddenly popped, and he started flailing around as if something was trying to pull him down.

I grabbed onto him right away and pulled him up so he could get back on his bubble.

“What was that? Water is like, the least lethal obstacle. Why did that one throw you off?”

He looked back at the pool warily as if he could see something in it.

“My family has this problem with water. Psychics cursed all of us to die if we go into any deep body of water. I guess not even my own powers are enough to combat that.”

Wow… With every new thing I learned about psychics, I kept falling into the same trap of thinking I knew everything.

“I didn’t know psychics could curse people.”

“I don’t think it’s common. But… just once was enough to make my Dad hate all psychics. That’s why I ran away. It’s just so frustrating… I never asked for these powers. They’re not going away, and I don’t want them to, either. They’re a part of who I am, but that doesn’t make me evil! And I’m pretty sure he’s also a psychic, so why is he being so hard on me? I just… I’m sorry for dumping all this on you.”

I’d heard this all before in my own mind. Being forced to suppress a major part of yourself in order to please everyone around you… I could understand that from more than one perspective. Against my better judgement, I felt genuinely sorry for the kid.

My parents always told me not to think of humans as being like us. They didn’t deserve our pity because they could never understand how easy they have it compared to us. There was no point in thinking of them as complex people because they would never see us that way. Instead, they were nothing but living obstacles to be avoided.

But Raz knew what it was like to be treated like an outcast, even by his own family. Maybe it wasn’t the same. Maybe he still had it better than I did. Maybe this was all a side effect of me astral projecting as a human for too long. But I didn’t see him as a threat anymore. I saw him for what he was: a lost, scared kid just trying to find himself.

I saw… me.

“Hey, Raz… it’s okay. I get it. And if you ever need to talk, I’m here, okay?”

He nodded, giving a slight smile.

“Thanks, Flint.”

We rolled on ahead to the racetrack, where we won the race, and more importantly, kicked Bobby Zilch’s ass. From there we floated up towards the end of the course, blew up a few Censors, and finally made it to the end, where we were greeted by Milla.

“So glad you could make it! Now the party can really start! Let’s get you that merit badge, darling!”

We didn’t have much time to stick around and party, so Milla let us take our leave after Raz got his badge.

When we were back in our bodies and Raz started to head back to Sasha’s lab, I was lost in thought. For once, it wasn’t in a paranoid way. I was content. Even though I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the full truth, it felt like we were still supporting each other in the physical world. Sure, he had no idea I was in his pocket, but that didn’t matter. I was there as a hidden source of moral support, and he was unknowingly carrying me and sheltering me from danger.

It was sort of like the dynamic I’d come to have with Sasha and Milla, but it was nice to have someone around who was closer to my age. This was the closest I could have to a real friend.

In short, Raz was far from the worst thing to happen at camp. No, that was yet to come…

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Carry On

Chapter 21

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2815

Warnings: Angst, kinda arguing? Some fluff there too.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Sure enough, as soon as Dean rounded Baby onto the street that they now lived on, there it was, the black, very new looking Dodge Charger they had been warned of. She had known that, in comparison, Dean’s taste and Sam’s were vastly different, but she never would have thought that this was his style. 

While on the way home from the shop, Dean had filled her in on Sam’s time as a ‘soulless git’ working for their grandfather after he’d crawled his physical way out of the cage, leaving behind the sensible part of himself, becoming a robotic, unfeeling, ‘asshole’, as Dean described him. 

Y/N had not gotten to see this side of Sam, but she didn’t want to tell Dean that it wasn’t that hard to picture him as such. Basically, a total loss of that little consciousness that keeps us all in line, and just doing whatever he wanted to do. Y/N always felt Sam was nothing but one step away from doing that now, seeing as Dean had told her about the time, he’d hit a dog while Dean was in purgatory and didn’t even bother to look for him until Benny and himself had clawed their way out. 

So, if she really sat there and thought about it, Sam’s behavior was a bit of a habit of his. From leaving his family to run off to college when he was young, to the constant battle with, and blame game he played with John. While Y/N didn’t live through it, she couldn’t help but feel that John did hold most of the issue there, but she also couldn’t say that being put in the same position as Sam, she would have felt any different about their family life. What she would have done differently, seeing as he grew up in the situation that they grew up, Dean sacrificed everything for him over and over again, would have been shown his older brother the fucking respected he deserved for putting up with his bratty ass!

Dean pulled up into the driveway, passing the car and its dark tinted windows as if they were a scrub bush, and parked in his usual spot. 

“Are you ready for this?” Dean questioned as he killed the engine. “Only fuck knows what’s going to happen when they get out of that car.”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she said, anger boiling like a simmer pot just under the surface, ready to explode at any moment. She’d had far enough of the way Sam was treating Dean, and she was absolutely prepared to kick his ass if she needed too. 

“Then let’s face it,” Dean said with a huff, kicking the door open with force as if he had to hype himself up for whatever was coming. 

As if on cue, as soon as Dean stepped out of the Impala, Sam’s driver side door opened. Dean didn’t move away from his car, but rather leaned against her shiny black exterior and crossed his arms, forcing Sam to walk up to him if he had anything to say that he didn’t want the whole neighborhood to hear. 

Dean’s face was hard and unreadable as he watched Sam make his way slowly up the driveway, Eileen took a little longer to get out; deciding to hang back by the door, not bothering to walk up the driveway at all, as if she was ready to run if she needed too, and that made Y/N nervous. 

“Dean,” Sam called as he approached his brother, Dean said nothing; just stared at him for a moment, as if chewing on the words he wanted to say, but unsure as to if they would start a fight. 

“What are you doing here Sam?” Dean finally spoke. 

She’d seen Dean walled up before, but she’d never seen his walls this high, it was a little bit alarming; enough to make Sam stop short of arms reach of his elder brother because even he wasn’t sure if he got close enough, if Dean wouldn’t have been able to take a swing at him. 

While Sam could probably beat Dean in a foot race, Y/N had seen him working himself up on a punching bag before, and she knew that if push came to shove, Dean could still throw a hell of a punch. Sam knew this too. 

“I ugh…” Sam paused, taking a deep breath as he kicked the loose rocks around under his feet, much like a child that new he’d done wrong, and was waiting on the bomb to drop to receive his punishment, but it didn’t make Y/N feel sorry for him, after watching Dean struggle with all of this the way he had, she felt Sam deserved it. 

“Look, I’m sorry,” Sam said after a long pause. “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I didn’t treat you fairly at all, and I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

“That’s it?” Dean questioned, and Sam stared at him like he was completely taken aback by his response. Apparently Dean wasn’t so eager to ‘forgive and forget’ like he used to be; that was something Y/N hadn’t seen coming either. She figured that as soon as Sam apologized, things would be back to normal between them. 

Sam blinked, stunned as Y/N was, Dean just remained unreadable as a blank slab; hard and cold. 

“Ya–Yeah, I guess so…” Sam finally managed, swallowing hard. 

“Bullshit,” Dean argued, and Sam took a step backward. “I know good and damn well there’s more to this visit than you wanting to apologize, other than you sitting out here in front of my house for almost two hours. So what is it? What do you want?”

“Nothing,” Sam insisted. “I just wanted to apologize, Dean. I mean, I am moving to Texas with Eileen and—”

“There it is,” Dean said with an unamused chuckle. “Let me guess, she’s pregnant, and that’s why she’s hanging behind the door of that car, and not walking up here right now is that right?” 

Sam’s eyes bulged momentarily, and so did Y/N’s. She literally didn’t know what to say or do. She would have never thought he would have just come on out with that. 

“Look,” Sam huffed, getting frustrated now.  “I didn’t want to leave things between us the way they were. It will probably be a while before we can come back to Kansas.”

“So she is pregnant then?” Dean questioned, lifting one perfect eyebrow, and Sam turned a few shades of red, but whether it was out of embarrassment or anger, Y/N wasn’t sure. 

“Why do you care so much that she’s pregnant Dean?! You’re the one who told me to hook up with her in the first place! Told me that ‘she understood the life’, and that it would be a smart fucking move!”

“I’m not bothered,” Dean admitted with a shrug, “Hell, I ain’t even mad; at least not about that. But you could have been upfront and honest with Y/N and me when you found out about it, instead of running off on a pretend  hunt to fuck knows where, all because you where having a tantrum, and totally freaked the fuck out like you tend to do when shit gets a little real in life.”

Sam opened his mouth, flabbergasted, in an attempt to speak, but once Dean was started, there was no stopping him, he’d held it in too long. 

“It’s always been this way with you Sam. Couldn’t get along with Dad? So what do you do, you run off to Stanford, leaving me alone with his abusive ass. Then you come back from the cage, soulless; might I add, and you let me spend all that time thinking you were dead. Don’t give me that shit about wanting me to have some apple pie life either, cause that’s a goddamn lie. Then I get sucked into fucking Pergatory, and you don’t even come look for me or try to get me out, all because you hit a fucking dog, and decided to play house?! Those are just the highlights. Honestly, the only time you ever really did look for me was when the fucking Mark turned me into a demon. So I’m impressed it took you so long to run off again after I got hurt, but I knew it was coming. Especially after I found those pregnancy test in the trashcan in the bathroom, and sure as fuck knew they weren’t Y/N’s because they where fucking positive.”

Sam rubbed his hands down his face harshly, before rounding on Dean. “You know, you haven’t exactly been a fucking joy to be around either my whole life! What? With your sick, self-righteous attitude! Always had to be ‘daddy’s little hammer’, do whatever the fuck Dad tells you to to. Sold your soul when I died and spent months in Hell. Then you go and say yes to fucking Micheal. Constantly fighting with Cas, or anyone who gave a damn about you. But sure, I’m the one with the problem.”

“I never said I was perfect,” Dean admitted, his voice calm and creepily even. “I took Dad’s shit because of you. To protect you from the same shit he did to me. I sold my soul to get you back, because I’m the one that should have died, not you. You deserved to have a life. I didn’t feel at the time like I did, because that’s what had been ground into my fucking head my whole life. I was the grunt. Nothing more. I never intended to act self-righteous. I went to Lisa’s because it’s what you wanted me to do. Not because it’s what I wanted to do. I almost got her killed for fuck’s sake! I said yes to Micheal to save the people I didn’t have the power to save myself anymore, mainly you. That’s the same reason I took the Mark. The most selfish thing I did in the lineup that you mentioned was become a demon because you know what? I was tired of the pain. I wanted you to have a normal, happy life. It’s all I ever wanted.”

Sam’s features started to soften a little, but Dean didn’t let up, instead he just pushed on. 

“But what thanks did I get for everything that I’ve done? None. I got none. When I needed my brother the most, when I was flat on my back in a hospital, unsure if I was gonna live or die. You disappeared for three days. Miracle would have been fine until I at least got out of the ICU.”

Dean stopped, shaking his head as he did so. Suddenly, he just looked tired. 

“I don’t blame you for wanting a life Sammy, I never did. It’s all I ever wanted you to have. But when I saw you were gonna do that, and that you were gonna be okay, even after I felt like you totally abandoned me. I let you go. Please, move to Texas. Start a family. Go back to school. You’re still pretty young. You’ve got time. I’m happy for you guys, I am. But an ‘I’m sorry,’ isn’t gonna fix things between us this time. It’s gonna take me some time. I’m starting a life here with Y/N, you go start your own life with Eileen. That’s the one thing I wont hold against you. It’s gonna take me a long time to forgive you for what you’ve done to me this time, and it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than one I’m sorry.”

Sam nodded, letting his eyes trail over the house that stood towering behind Y/N and Dean, and Y/N braced herself for what she was sure was to come, but it didn’t. 

“So, mom and dad’s place?” Sam questioned, and Dean nodded. 

“And the auto shop in town dad used to work at. I’m done hunting Sam. I physically can’t do it anymore, and I’ve just had enough.”

Sam cleared his throat as he looked back over his shoulder, Eileen was watching closely, trying to read their body language, which must have been a nightmare, because Dean was so tense. 

“I’m happy for you Dean,” Sam admitted after a moment. “I really am. You look great, better than I’ve ever seen you. You’ve got a home, and something you love to do. You’ve got a life now. You deserve this. You really do.”

There was a moment of doubt that crossed Dean’s face, but he didn’t vocalize it, even though he was starting to soften around the edges just a little bit; the tenseness leaving his shoulders. 

“You guys wanna come in before you go? Take one last look at the place?” Dean offered, but Sam just shook his head. 

“Nah, we need to get on the road. Believe it or not I have a job interview in the morning, so I kinda need to get to Texas before 6AM.”

“Job?” Dean questioned, eyes narrow. “You’re not hunting still are you?” 

“No, no, I think I’ve had enough of that too for a while. I’m thinking about joining the police force… maybe,working my way up to be a detective. We’ve got enough experience in digging up shit after all.”

Dean snorted in agreement. 

“We’ll be back around… maybe around Christmas time? But when Eileen has the baby, I want you guys to come down and meet him,” Sam affirmed as he slowly made a few steps towards his brother now that he was sure Dean wasn’t gonna swing at him. 

“Him?”

“Yeah, we found out it’s gonna be a boy.”

A sad look crossed Dean’s face before he could catch it, and it hurt to see, it really did. That was it. Something Dean was missing, something he’d never get to have. At least, that’s the way he was thinking and she knew it.

“Yeah, we’ll do that,” Dean agreed, and Sam reached up to hug his older brother one last time. 

“I mean it Dean, I really am happy for you guys,” Sam said again, as Dean pulled away from him. 

“Yeah, same, I’m proud of the two of you, now get on the road before this turns into a chick flick moment,” Dean said, and Sam laughed nervously. 

“Take care of him Y/N,” Sam said, turning his attention towards her for the first time, and Y/N nodded giving Sam a tight lipped smile as he made his way back down to the car. Eileen waved before slipping back into the passenger seat, and Dean and Y/N waved back as Sam put the car in reverse, and started to make his way down the street. 

Y/N slipped her hand into Dean’s as he watched the pair of tail lights in the fading light of the evening until he couldn't see them anymore. 

Things weren’t fixed between the pair of them, not by a long shot, but that could have gone a hell of a lot worse than it did. She had to admit that. Still, there was a finality, a heaviness in his leaving. Even if deep down, both of them knew it was the right thing. They’d been so codependent on one another for so long; it had become toxic, and they both needed this; a chance at a fresh start. Hopefully the start of what might eventually be a healthy brotherly relationship. 

“Dean?” Y/N questioned, catching his attention as he stared blankly off down the road; a mixture of a million and one emotions in his eyes,“you okay?”

Dean looked down at her before giving her a tired smile, and pulling her into his arms. 

“Yeah, I’ll be okay sweetheart, I’ve got you here with me, and that's all I need.”

Dean dipped forward, capturing her lips with his, in a deep, passionate kiss that didn’t last near long enough, but would have possibly lasted longer if fucking Cathy’s nosy ass had not turned the porch light on, illuminating her front yard, and most of theirs. 

“Come on,” Y/N said with a chuckle at Dean’s annoyed face as he glared at the house next door. “I think I promised you food earlier.”

“Damn right you did,” Dean teased, pulling her close to him as they made their way up the driveway towards their front door. 

For the first time since they moved here, Y/N was glad to be home. It actually felt like coming home, but that might have a whole lot to do with the fact that she felt like she was floating five feet off the pavement. It had been SOOO long since Dean had kissed her. She didn’t realize just how badly she needed it, or just how deeply it would have affected her.

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[kelin-is-writing]

How would Dabi react to you feeling stressed/having a panic attack?

tw: panic attack.

dabi x fem!reader

it was since you woke up that you felt something heavy loom inside your chest and it was hard to breath, the amount of workload of those weeks was starting to get at you. dabi knows you well and has seen that there was something off in you that day even though you kept tell him it was nothing, smiling with your face but not eyes and that unsettled him.

as the day goes you, and you went to work, that overwhelming feeling inside your chest made you more and more uncomfortable than in the morning, it wasn’t helping you that things at your workplace were getting rough and your chief was in a bad mood making it hard on all the workers.

to make your emotional situation worse, after lunch break you were the one who got called out by your section’s chief for a little mistake you made in the file of an important document, a mistake you made in a moment you were unfocused, on the edge, to the point you even started to have cold sweat and shivers all over your body from how overwhelmed you were feeling.

as you kept listening to your chief screaming at you about that mistake, tears were starting to prickling at your eyes, lips trembling and slowly you were getting dizzy too, praying inside for all this to end as quickly as possible and when you were finally dismissed to your place, the want and need to get home only kept getting stronger.

finally arriving at home, you stopped at the entrance taking off your shoes and when you saw dabi’s boots there too a sob naturally left your mouth as tears started swelling up blurring your view; without even minding your shoes anymore you let your bag fall to the ground and rushed inside, reached the living room you looked around in tears and breath getting heavier by the second.

hearing all that commotion, dabi came out of your bedroom confused “so it’s you? i thought–”, he stopped the moment he saw the condition you were in.

when you saw him come out of your room, that was when you broke down crying profusely falling to the floor sobbing and starting to gasp for air; alarmed he rushed at your side right away resting his hands on your trembling shoulders right away, scanning you all over to see if there was something wrong before bending down to lock eyes with you, panic inside his eyes “baby what’s wrong?”, holding onto his forearms your breathing starts to get so erratic that a cough fit explodes, making it difficult for you to speak as your brain was starting to get foggy too “i can’t... breath...”, you managed weakly feeling your heartbeats thump fast inside your ribcage, body starting to tremble even more from all the overwhelming feelings you were holding back pouring out at once.

pressing his lips into a thin line “i’ll move you to the couch?”, dabi slid an arm around your back and the other under your knees lifting you up frantically, hurrying his way to the couch he delicately sat you on it before sitting at your side cupping your face with his palms slowly turning you to him to make your eyes lock “princess, try to focus on my voice...”, he spoke with calm voice and warm tone, despite feeling it far as you couldn’t still steady your breathing feeling it was about to crush you and tears unable to stop as you clung onto his shoulders for dear life, you nodded a few times. dabi felt a pang in his chest while seeing you like that “good. now look at me: breath in... breath out... slowly...”, he then started showing you how to do it, so you could mimic what he was doing and so you did, slowly, just like how dabi instructed “yeah... just like that... slowly in... and then out...”, and when he saw you keep doing as he said, his arms went to surround your shoulders gently pulling you to his chest, then with one hand he started to caress your head reassuringly “everything will be fine, i’m here with you, always.”, he kept reassuring you with both caresses and words as your breathing slowed down, heartbeats starting to get steady.

after you’ve calmed down, he moved face to face with you and moved strands of hair from your face before resting his palms on the sides of your neck, thumbs stroking tenderly your tear stained cheeks while staring lovingly into your eyes “you’re not alone baby, i’ll always be by your side.”, you nodded sniffing leaning in to hug his torso, muttering an hoarse “thank you...” as he hummed in response while hugging you back “now, what happened to break you like that?”, he asked with a deep and calm voice, way too calm actually.

the next day, when you arrived to work, you saw everyone split in groups whispering while looking at your section chief at his desk with hands in the hair looking desperate and disheveled, muttering under his breath on the brink of tears.

when you asked your co-workers what happened to him, they told you that that morning the section chief’s car suddenly blew up in front him out of nowhere.

[dc-said-bi-robin-rights]

Rose is beautiful, Cassie thought. It was the only thing she could think, with the way her head was pounding, with the way her lungs felt like are were they are going to explode.

Rose was sitting up in bed, her head pillowed by the arm she’d casually placed between it and the headboard, looking blissfully unaware of Cassie’s inner turmoil. Her silky white hair, which shone silver under the moonlight, was splayed across her shoulders, sweaty and slightly frizzed in a way Cassie found intoxicating. A thin cigarette was held lightly between her index and middle fingers, and every so often Rose would leisurely bring it to her mouth and take a slow puff, like she wasn’t even dazed, like she hadn’t just fucked Cassie’s brains out and left her panting like she’d just run a marathon. It was maddening, it was hot as hell, and Cassie…

Cassie needed to say something. She’d been staring way too long not to. She’d look like a total freak if she didn’t spit something out now… not to mention she’d rather die than continue living knowing Rose Wilson had had the satisfaction of rendering her speechless.

“How are you not tired?” Cassie asked, because it was honestly ridiculous that she wasn’t.

“I’ve got a lot of energy,” Rose said, a smirk in her voice. That wasn’t new—Rose was as smug as they came, and took great pleasure in rubbing every little thing in everyone’s face. She was so lucky Cassie found the infuriating little superhuman attractive, because otherwise Cassie would never put up with it… not that she did, but still.

“Uh huh,” Cassie scoffed, reaching out for the bottle of water on the nightstand. “And that would have nothing to do with your father’s serum, I’m guessing.”

Rose’s smirk only widened. Cassie made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat, keeping her eyes on Rose even as she gulped down the contents of her water bottle. Almost against her will, they drifted lower and lower, finally settling on the thin sliver of nakedness not covered by the thin, wet sheet for less than a moment before Cassie forced them. It was too late though: Rose had seen, if the way her smirk widened even more was any indication, and Cassie’s cheeks flushed scarlet even as she looked away, scowling.

I’m gonna wipe that smirk off your face one day, I swear.

“Like what you see, wonder witch?”

“I…” All of a sudden, Cassie couldn’t even summon the energy to pretend to be annoyed. A wave of desire surged through her body, but this time it was different than the one that had pushed Cassie into this situation in the first place—instead of wanting another round, she suddenly wanted nothing more than to hold Rose, or to have Rose hold her. This was familiar, but Cassie felt her stomach drop all the same. She knew it was only natural to feel those kinds of desires after sex, but… why did it have to be with Rose? Conner was safe enough to snuggle up with… but, she and Rose had never… would Rose even want that? Would she snuggle her back? Or would she think Cassie was some lame, sentimental crybaby who couldn’t handle them just being casual hookups?

Did she even care what Rose thought?

The answer, uncomfortably, turned out to be yes. Yes, she did care what Rose thought about her, and about their relationship, even if she knew she shouldn’t, Rose being who she was.

Well… only one way to find out, I guess.

Without saying a word, she slowly shifted over to Rose and, equally as slowly, laid her head on her chest. She felt Rose stiffen beneath her… but she didn’t push her off, and a moment later Cassie heard the cigarette being pinched out. They stayed like that for a while, silently, until Cassie eventually felt Rose’s hand slide over her stomach and settle there.

“What does this mean?” Rose’s voice was careful, quiet, and impossible to read.

“I think…” Cassie closed her eyes. “I think I’m starting to love you, Rose.”

The hand on her stomach retreated as quickly as it had settled there, snatched away as if her body had suddenly lit on fire and scalded it. Cassie started, alarmed, but Rose drew back from her. She looked stricken, and confused… and something else. “You don’t.”

“I…”

“Whatever you’re feeling right now… it’s not real, okay?” Rose almost sounded… angry. “Trust me.”

“Rose…” There were many things that one could call Cassie Sandsmark, but an idiot was not one of them. “If this is because of what happened with Eddie…”

She knew she’d messed up even before Rose’s lips twisted into a snarl. Eddie wasn’t a word anyone was allowed to say in Rose’s hearing yet, least of all Cassie. It was just too raw. They’d agreed on that, in a wordless, unacknowledged sort of way, when this all started.

And now Cassie had broken that agreement.

“I don’t need this,” Rose said, kicking away the sheets and standing up. If it had been any other time, Cassie might have noticed the angelic glow of her hair, or the way the moonlight backlit her curves and figure. “I don’t need you.”

“Rose, wait,” Cassie breathed, grabbing onto her wrist. “I didn’t mean to…”

Rose snatched her hand away, and Cassie had no choice but to let her. The door slammed shut a moment later, and Cassie felt stupid, pointless tears come to her eyes. She’d born her heart out to Rose yet again, only to find it callously, selfishly stomped on yet again.

For the life of her, she can’t even remember why she expected it to be different this time. After all, it was Rose.

That’s who she was. Selfish.

[kamiversee]

okay, i calmed down a bit. holy shit what a chapter. this chapter is possibly one of the most intense chapters you've posted yet, if not the most. the only other chapters that immediately come to mind in terms of emotional intensity are the ones including Gojo's tearful confession and the chapter with the "last kiss." this chapter devastated me on a completely different level. the drama had me reeling and i loved it so fucking much. well done, Kami. really well done.

i'm going to try to not sound like a broken record since you already know my immediate thoughts based off of my past few anons 😭 it's so interesting that Choso immediately goes to call Geto's brother shitty, yet later on in the chapter Geto refers to them at friends. Choso's denials are believable since he does seem like a major introvert and only really goes out of his way to socialize with the reader, but i wonder if we'll ever meet Kenjaku in this fic. or is this a sneak peak as to who we may meet in a certain sequel...? 👀👀👀 KAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!! why do i feel like you're going to draw some parallels between Suguru and his brother's relationship to Choso's relationship with Sukuna. i'm not sure how it would go, but if you do choose to do that i feel like it would floor me.

i love that this chapter is unveiling so much of Choso's toxicity holy shit. i know it's all related to his possessive nature, but the anger issues had me taking breaks and walking laps in my room at 1:30 am on a work night. the way he's upset about things we aren't even aware of (how "flirtatious" we come off in a regular conversation) was expected but the way it built up to him exploding was just *chef's kiss*. the way still calls us little pet names, especially after that huge fight, stung me.

not only did this chapter reveal so much about Choso, but it really does solidify how toxic the reader is for him as well. there's no such thing as a perfect character (even though these jjk men get so close) but this was a perfect reminder that despite everything, the reader has her own red flags to work through as well. will she ever? probably not bc holy shit that passage was so perfect and needed. also, who wouldn't act that way in that kind of situation 😭 swatting OUR hand away when HE is the one causing the scene? omfg it got me so mad LMFAOOOO

also the reveal that Sukuna is a physically abusive asshole? omfg. it makes sense for his character but still, the contrast of that info to how we knew him is intense. it's a shame that he's so fucking hot 😭😭😭 with the things he's done, i understand why Choso has the feelings he does. but holy shit dude, the reader didn't know 😭 why tf is he taking it out on her 😭😭😭

Suguru that motherfucker. i hate now smart and intentional he is with every fuckin' action he does in this series. UGH. the way he had me cringing (in a good way) to the point of having to take breathing breaks after practically every line. especially when he said "Go after him, idiot."

KAMI. YOU 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 OH MY GODDDDD. IF IT WASN'T OBVIOUS THAT WHAT THE READER IS TO CHOSO, GOJO IS TO THE READER, HOLY SHIT. YOU'RE PRACTICALLY POINTING A NEON-LIGHT ARROW TOWARDS THAT PARALLEL. such a genius way to reuse that line. once i read that, it fucking clicked. the same fucking line Geto says to Gojo in chapter 8 after their first big fight. oh my fucking God Kami. reading that made me have to put down my phone and stare at the ceiling for a bit. so fucking well done. it's lowkey so funny how Geto has been there for so many of the big fights. i'm so fucking excited to see how this develops. my brain is so fried once again.

- ☃️

Smirks. Chat, it’s time for another Kami yap session, LETS GOOOO

1. Gojo’s breakdown chapters & the chapter where Choso leaves (chapter 19 I think) were one of the only chapters that made me tear up while I wrote them😭 Well, aside from the next one I’m abt to drop- ANYWAYS THOUGH, glad you enjoyed it like always ^.^

2. See, here’s the thing about Kenjaku’s mentioning, he was only brought up to show two things; One, Choso has friends and a life outside of the reader, and Two, Choso and Geto have more of a connection/knowledge of each other than what might’ve been expected :)

It’s also another slight anime reference bc like I’ve said previously, I do tend to mirror things such as friend groups or actions to the way things are done in the anime & Choso’s appearance was always made with Kenjaku so, why not make that a factor here yk?🤷‍♀️

3. There actually are already some parallels ^.^

Notice how Choso calls Kenjaku shitty & Suguru snaps back by saying Choso’s brother (Sukuna obv) isn’t any better. Then, you also have Yuki who points out that both men haven’t told the reader anything about these terrible brother’s of theirs, despite both men having connections & intimate moments with her.

It’s kinda meant to show that there is a lot the reader simply doesn’t know. That was honestly somewhat the point of the past few drama chapters! There’s a list of things she learns all in the span of one day, from Gojo’s obsession to Sukuna being abusive— she learned all of that within a single day.

Anywho, the parallel is simply that the men who she claims as her type both have done similar things to her in regards to opening up🤷‍♀️

4. I wanna note that a lot of people are calling Choso’s actions here toxic. Now, I’m not going to disagree of course but, I will just say, his moment of blowing up isn’t unnatural. Choso’s not the best with his feelings, as we can see, and imagine you’re in his shoes for a moment.

How would you react to everything he was just told? Do you think you wouldn’t have blown up as he did? Especially when you consider how passionate he is about his brothers, more specifically, Yuji.

Just wanted to throw that out there! Yes, he shouldn’t have yelled the way he did but this is something that’d been building up & because he’s such an introvert (I am too ngl) it’s not unusual for him to have a sudden outburst as he did seeing as he typically keeps his thoughts and emotions inside rather than wearing them on his sleeve :)

5. Yep, I want people to understand that she herself is not perfect in anyway. The reader just gaslit the hell out of Choso & played on the fact that he believes she knew nothing about Sukuna.

NOW before y’all jump on our mc, while it is toxic & bad, she only does that for the benefit of everyone if you think about it. I said this earlier but she has learned a shitload of info in one day. With that, she’s just as stressed and tensed as Choso is atm so she uses her situation in order to manipulate Choso into telling her the truth about everything.

Think about it, she could never manipulate Gojo into telling her his truth and as said, the last thing she wanted was to go through that again, especially with someone like Choso who typically tells her everything.

Yes, yes it is bad that she did that but in a way, it was for something positive such as forcing Choso to open up to her. Not only that, it also gives her a path to reveal other things to him ^.^

6. Again, Choso didn’t exactly mean to blow up on her but he’s been tense the entire time so it was bound to happen. He’s not blaming her, he’s just upset and is unsure of how to properly express tht as we can see💀

And I think I said this to a few anons so far but, who knows the last time Choso & Sukuna interacted with one another? Given that & based on what the reader experienced, we don’t know how long ago Choso saw Sukuna be abusive to women, now Yuji on the other hand is different ofc because Choso clearly states Yuji’s current age and that kinda shows that tht abuse is ongoing.

7. When I tell you, I WAS SMILING SO HARD AS I WROTE TS. I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE making parallels so I literally went back to the chapter with Gojo & Geto just to recall what Geto said to him and then I was like “Yup, time to reuse this shit😈”

AHH I LOVE DOING THT SM UGHHH

But yesyes;

Gojo —> Reader —> Choso

It’s so perfect too ^.^

Ty for reading, mwah, ily <33

[thenightlymirror]

Watching Mad Max, trying out my air conditioning unit for the first time. It makes a loud low buzz.

My trainer did not cry quite as much today. She takes some kind of herbal supplement to calm herself down, and she took three. At one point, she was staring directly into my eyes as two impressively large streams of tears broke out from her own. It was almost like a demonstration of prowess. As we sat together in my tiny office she rested her head on my shoulder, and I rested my head on her head, though the moment only lasted very briefly.

Did not see the coyote this morning. I was whisked out of the office to shut the front iron gates and forbid any cars to come in, because a team of landscapers ruptured a natural gas pipe that ran through the middle of the cemetery. You might be wondering, “That sounds like an awkward, unlikely, maybe even dangerous or stupid place to put a gas main.” You would be correct. Apparently it sounded like an air compressor hissing. The boss called me directly to open the gates back up immediately for the ten o’clock service, and to send Marcia into the evacuated mausoleum to retrieve the signs.

When I got back into the office, they were scrambling in horror because no one had any idea there was a 10 o’clock service. Also, Marcia was a bit offended that she was being asked to run into the mausoleum which may or may not explode at any given moment.

The boss carried on at a rather loud volume all day. She said she had counseling this morning and felt great. I said, usually when I had counseling, I cried for an hour, and then went home and cried for another four hours. But she feels “great”.

We got lunch at the pita place together and talked a little more extensively about her situation. She’s being made the full-time memorialist at a South Side cemetery. It’s just part of the general pyramid scheme of impoverishing the cemeteries for the sake of a few bonuses on top. They want enforcers, not reformers. It punishes everyone, and that’s the point.

I told her that she’s probably one of the nicest things about my life right now, and that I’m going to miss her terribly. I really hate almost everything else. Almost everyone made some remark today about retiring, transferring, or quitting. If not today, soon. I asked her if where she’s going still needs a memorialist in October, call me. I’ll move to Hyde Park. I don’t care.

Of all the debacles, we spent all day trying to get the final date on a dead father’s bronze plaque, only to get an angry call once it was finished that it was the wrong year. It’s on every form but his death certificate. What a fucking joke.

Tomorrow is my trainer’s last day. Also, the district manager is coming in to dress down the GM for the gas leak. She tried to get him to visit my first week in order to fire the superintendent. He never came. Now we know what it takes.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 15

✨GT Stands for Grave Thirst✨

Let’s get the B-plot out of the way, since it’s pretty short.  Doltaki, who escaped in the last episode, has arrived at Planet M2, where he seeks to make a report to his boss, Dr. Mu.  His “report” is really just a bunch of spin doctoring of facts Mu already knows: The GT crew defeated Luud, which means they’re even more powerful.  Doltaki believes that his “masterful eloquence of speech” would enable him to win the GT crew to Mu’s side, and he asks to be given the assignment of dealing with them.  This is dumb, since Doltaki just got back from losing to the same guys.  Also, Pan in particular hates Doltaki’s guts for what he did to her when she was stuck in doll form.

But it turns out that Mu’s not even there.   Instead, General Rildo is sitting in Mu’s chair and tells Doltaki that the doctor is out of town, but he did ask the General to pass along a message for him: “Die”.  Then he shoots Doltaki with an energy blast and asks for new orders.

I guess Mu was listening in on the whole Doltaki exchange the whole time, so why didn’t he just give the message himself?  Anyway, Mu orders Rildo to capture the Earthlings and their Dragon Balls, but he wants them taken alive, because he believes that their special powers could prove invaluable to his research.  The word “Saiyan” is never mentioned in this scene, but I’m kind of thinking this is what Dr. Mu has noticed. 

The important thing is that Doltaki is finally dead after appearing in five episodes.  I considered complimenting this episode for being the one where he dies, but it’s really more of a push when you think about it, since he could have just died in the last episode and spared us an appearance here.  Or they could have just not written him into the series in the first place.

Also, I want to point out that this whole scene is very reminiscent of General Blue’s death at the hands of Mercenary Tao in Commander Red’s office, only it’s not nearly as awesome.  That’s par for the course with GT, where a lot of the “best” moments are just watered down repeats of classic Dragon Ball and DBZ, but with all the fun parts stripped away.

Okay, so on with the main story.  Trunks and Goku are talking about the revelation of Dr. Mu as a rival Dragon Ball hunter.  If he can create weapons like Luud and he plans to use the Dragon Balls to wish for rule over the universe, then the situation has gotten a lot more dangerous.  Trunks suggests that they return to Earth so they can drop off Pan and resume their quest with Goten taking her place.  That way they’ll have enough muscle to handle Dr. Mu if they cross paths again. 

Naturally, Pan hates this idea, and Trunks tells her that it’s for her own good, since they can’t treat this like a game anymore.  Why were they ever treating this like a game?  The Earth will explode if they don’t find all seven Black Star Dragon Balls.  Stopping Dr. Mu from making a wish is kind of redundant.

Pan asks Goku to let her stay on the crew, and Goku says, and I quote: “I don’t care either way.”  Seriously, that sums GT Goku up pretty damn well.  We’re almost a quarter of the way through this show, and so far all he’s really done is eat, fight, and announce when he’s hungry.  People complain about Goku’s portrayal in Dragon Ball Super, but at least he has opinions and things to say.

Also, how is taking Pan back to Earth even an option anyway?  They wanted to turn back in Episode 3, but she stuffed the master control key in her shirt.  Did they get the key back?  Why didn’t they just take her back to Earth at that point? 

I guess what I’m trying to say here is that it never made sense for them to allow Pan to stay on board, so discussing it now seems pretty cheap when they never actually agreed to let her stay in the first place.   There was never an episode where she convinced them to let her stay, nor was there an episode where she proved her worth to the mission.  This episode is trying to pull that off, but it’s structured like it’s a follow-up to some other non-existent episode that already did this.

So Pan demonstrates her value to the crew by throwing a fit, running off to some other part of the ship, and crying about it.  Giru tries to sympathize, but she just abuses him like always.  The only thing that cheers her up is when Giru detects another Dragon Ball, although that seems like more of a distraction than a solution.

The next Dragon Ball is located on a desert planet with like eight different suns.  Also, the planet is infested with giant ant-lion creatures.   They don’t look much like antlions, but they live in the sand and prey on anything that gets too close.  Also they spit sand, which I don’t think is an antlion trait, so I’m not sure what to call these things.  Anyway, one of them damages the ship, so Trunks has to repair it while Goku stands guard to repel any further attacks.  Pan has nothing to do and they don’t want her getting in the way, so she gets upset again and runs off.

It goes about as well as you’d expect.  Seriously, this running away from home bit would be dangerous enough on most other planets, but out here it’s a death sentence.  And this was what I was complaining about when I wrote about Pan’s lack of a character arc a while back.  She joined this mission in Episode 2 because she wanted to be taken seriously.  She had a lot to prove, and she wanted people to stop treating her like a child.  And look where we are.

I mean, I would expect something like this from Episode 4 Pan.  But this is Episode 15.  This is the seventh alien planet she’s been to.  You would think that by now she would understand how hostile these environments can be, and how dangerous it is to run off alone.  Trunks was worried about her getting hurt during a confrontation with Dr. Mu, and she goes and proves that she can get herself killed far more easily than Trunks imagined.  

Luckily for her, Giru was worried about her and tracked her through the desert.  He locates her just as one of these antlion things is about to finish her off.  And surprisingly, Giru handles himself pretty well against this thing.  It made short work of Pan, although she was so exhausted and dehydrated that it probably wasn’t a fair fight. 

Pan can only watch in shame as Giru risks life and limb to defend her, and all she ever did was “push him around” as she puts it.  No, Pan, you kicked and punched him a lot too.  Not that I feel sorry for Giru, he sucks shit, but it’s amazing how Pan can bully such an unlikable character and come across as even more unlikable.

Then Pan has this sort of vision where she thinks she’s dying, and she sees images of her friends and family.  It feels a lot like what Goku will experience when he turns Super Saiyan 4 for the first time.  And this is where I really wondered if Pan might turn Super Saiyan in this episode, because  the first time I saw this episode, it sure felt like this big breakthrough moment for the character.   I knew she couldn’t turn Super Saiyan here, because I had already seen the later episodes that followed where she never showed that ability, but still, this story really feels a lot like a Super Saiyan origin story.   It’s like Vegeta confronting his own weakness during a meteor shower, or Future Trunks discovering Future Gohan’s corpse in the rain.  

Like, just look at how thick they’re laying it on here.  She wants Giru to run away before he gets hurt, and she can’t help him because she’s completely powerless.  I mean, even if she can’t turn Super Saiyan, she should still Hulk up and clobber the antlion creature and save the day, right?

WRONG!  Pan wakes up and it turns out that Giru has not only driven off the antlion monster all by himself, but he found an oasis nearby.   Oh, and he also recovered the Dragon Ball while he was at it.

Oh, and this oasis he found also helps Trunks with the ship, since it uses water for fuel, and he needed to refill it after the fuel tanks were breached in the attack.

✨ “Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

And this is where a semi-promising episode goes completely off the rails.  They did a Pan episode, and then suddenly veered off course and had Giru become the hero instead.  Fucking Giru, the one character who was already indispensable because he’s their only way of locating Dragon Balls.

This goes back to producer Kozo Morishita’s philosophy for writing the series.  As he said in a 2005 interview: “Pan’s role was to be strong but still lose to the enemies and then be rescued by Goku, to be a ‘heroine who makes Goku a hero’.”    As far as Morishita was concerned, this was a “pattern” that had to be followed, which is why they never even considered having Pan become a Super Saiyan.  “[I]t would break that pattern to make Pan a Super Saiyan and strong.”

And I’ve already critiqued that attitude for being formulaic and self-defeating, but we see it on full display here.  This was set up as a solo story about Pan proving to Trunks that she deserves to see the mission through, and that pretty much demands that she get some kind of big hero moment.  But if she got a hero moment, then that would “break the pattern”.  So instead, we have Giru rescuing Pan instead of Goku. 

And that doesn’t fucking work at all!  At the end of the episode, Trunks apologizes for suggesting that they swap Pan for Goten, and he praises Pan for finding the Dragon Ball and the oasis, like that proves she can handle herself.  And it would, except she didn’t find the Dragon Ball or the oasis.  Giru found them!  Pan even tells Trunks this, but he responds with some twisted logic that Giru found them because he was trying to help Pan, so in a way, Pan deserves all the credit?  No!  No, that’s how how any of this works!

There’s a real sexist overtone to that Kozo Morishita interview, and this episode kind of puts it into focus.  Morishita compares the Pan/Goku dynamic to the movie Titanic, where the heroine is rescued by a hero, and she fondly remembers it as an old woman. 

“To go off-topic a bit, even the hit movie Titanic moved women because it’s a story where the heroine (now an old woman) remembers the hero; isn’t that basic movie-making? If the hero doesn’t rescue the heroine, maybe adults will understand that life is like that too sometimes, but for children it becomes a very harsh story. Stories where the hero rescues the heroine have a sense of security.”

I don’t want to read too much into this, but it sure sounds like Morishita was suggesting that this is the only way to depict a heroine in a story.  The way he tells it, a heroine’s job is to be rescued, and the only alternative would be to have the heroine getting in trouble and not getting rescued, which would be a real letdown.   Morishita never seems to consider a heroine who rescues herself, or who rescues someone else.  In other words: a damsel in distress. 

In that narrow definition, Pan can’t become a Super Saiyan, because it would give her too much agency to fit in Morishita’s precious pattern.  Maybe it’s just as well that she didn’t transform, since she would have ended up being a Super Saiyan in name only, never getting to cut loose like the boys. 

But more importantly, it completely ruins an episode like this one, which practically demands that Pan grow as a person and make some big contribution to the team.  As it is, Pan’s character arc is limited to her learning to be grateful to the people who save her.  This episode is about her learning to appreciate crappy little robots who save her, as opposed to her childish grandpa. 

And that’s bullshit, plain and simple.  It’s not “good” and it’s not an “idea”, unless you want to call chauvinism an idea.

✨ Is this episode worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

I remember being somewhat pleased with this one when I first saw it, but now I realize that I only had fond memories of it because I forgot how it actually ended.  I so badly wanted it to end with Pan kicking ass that I completely forgot the true ending with Giru saving the day.  So this episode is worse.

Why?  Because I remembered GT 15 reasonably well from when I last saw it ten years ago, and yet the ending was so terrible that I somehow tricked myself into misremembering what happened.  I completely forgot that Giru saved the day at the end, which totally undermined Pan’s character arc in that episode.  

I’m finding that happens a lot with GT, where I will vaguely recall an episode being halfway decent, only to watch it fresh and discover some ridiculous nonsense that I had completely forgotten.  I’m starting to think that everyone who claims to like GT has fallen under the same spell.  They believe they enjoyed it, but that’s only because they haven’t seen it in so long that they forgot all the stupid stuff.

Also, even if I liked that outcome, how big a ripoff is it that Giru saves the day, but he does it all off-screen?  Pan wakes up and he’s already handled everything?   Much of this episode’s runtime was taken up by Pan wandering the desert and Giru following her while chattering like a jerk the whole time.  They could have cut some of that to make room for Giru’s epic victory over that antlion monster.

Wait a minute... I just thought of something.  That oasis Giru found.

Is this the Roaming Lake?  I mean, the same one from Dragon Ball Episode 29.  The whole deal was that it’s a magic oasis that appears for those in need.  Did it follow Goku into outer space?!   That’s fucking awesome!

I mean, it doesn’t redeem this episode, but it’s still a cool fan theory.  To be clear, I hate the episode featuring the Roaming Lake, but I don’t hate the Roaming Lake itself.  I think it’s pretty awesome how a cool lake will just show up and comfort weary travelers.  I just wish it appeared in better episodes.  Maybe the Roaming Lake needs a new agent.

✨ Positivity Page✨

One thing I will say about this episode is that I feel very angry about it, and this is a very familiar anger.  Because of Morishita’s lack of vision, we never got to see Pan or Bulla become Super Saiyans in GT, and for many years, Pan and Bulla were the only female Saiyans in the franchise who could have become Super Saiyans.    I mean, even if Ceripa from the Bardock special had managed to pull it off, she got killed by Dodoria before she could have gotten the chance. 

So it had to be Pan or Bulla, but GT came and went, and it never happened, even though they were older in GT than Goten and Trunks were when they transformed in DBZ.

And this led to a lot of fanboys speciously concluding that female Saiyans are simply incapable of the transformation.  And I would lurk the message boards where these conversations would come up, and it really irritated me how GT dropped the ball on this one.  That was around 2004 or so, when I started trying to think of an idea for a Dragon Ball fanfiction, and I decided that the Legendary Super Saiyan was a fertile ground for storytelling.  

As I thought about what the character should be, it dawned on me that I could make her a woman, and that was the beginning of my OC, Luffa.  I didn’t actually do much with her for the next ten years, but I remember watching this episode of GT in 2012, and playing Ultimate Tenkaichi, which had a create-a-character mode, but it only let you play as a male Super Saiyan.  And that familiar anger was there again.

So now it’s 2023, and I’m watching this shitty episode of GT again, only this time, I’ve actually written my epic tale of a woman Super Saiyan, who kicks ass and doesn’t ask permission from Kozo Morishita before doing it.  I’m a million words in, and I guess I owe a little gratitude to this shitty episode of GT for giving me the motivation to try.

✨ The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Doltaki is dead

Thank you, Rildo. Now please, would

You put on some pants?

[enneamage]

do you think wilbr is going to be the reason the band breaks? i don’t really mean disbanding necessarily but just like not working out lmao

i also kinda wanna know ur thought in lovejoy in general, their dynamic (as little or much we have seen), how they approach their projects and their music in general. bc i used to be a big big fan of wlbrs and everything he did was awesome for me, but as time passed and he started streaming less and stuff i kinda just saw as “meh” and now i listen to lovejoy and it’s like 🧐 “hmm, it’s not as good as i thought”

he mentions a lot of alex turner and julian casablancas as inspirations but idk, in their debut albums they were so good and well thought and idk i’m rambling i’m sorry

Wilbur is the dude I know the most about, and also the one that I relate to the most as the major potential liability, but that also comes from a place of not knowing the others very well. I'm naturally most concerned with him because his flaws come to mind easily but that's just from availability of information. An anon once made a point that he does better under situations where he’s being held to a structure so his flake tendencies might get curbed by circumstance, so it’s in the air.

Ash has done a very good job at making himself known as loveable mime. He’s an interesting one, he seems very creative. He helped dream up Tommy’s faux life bits, which makes more sense in retrospect since Ash’s whole public persona is a bit about him never speaking. Ash might not be the face of lovejoy but when I think about what is exclusive to Lovejoy I think of him, while Wilbur has been all over the place. He's what has me kind of rooting for Lovejoy in spite of my caution around them.  

Mark and joe are total wildcards for me. Squarely out of my depth with them and don't have much info to go off, so they could turn out to be anything. I’m not actively following any of them so if info washes up somewhere I can find it I can take a look, but for now they’re thing one and thing two in my brain.

The genre that Lovejoy plays in isn’t my usual go-to so I can’t be as 'objective' as I would want to be assessing their sound. I know I'm in an echo chamber when it comes to criticism, but just about everyone in this conversation is in at least some form of one (the natural mcyt fandom marbling based on who watches who) so it comes with the territory.

When I talk about them with people irl I have found an unexpected consensus: for a band that took off in the context of minecraft youtube they bang, but if you stand them shoulder to shoulder with their genre peers it doesn't come out as well right now. It's almost not fair to compare them, but you have to if you want to switch from one pool to the other. Already liking the people involved seems to help a lot with how much you like their music, as you've experienced, but taste is always subjective.

Overall they're being flung at the wall at high speeds under the right conditions, a lot of attention and a lot of streams from a lot of people, so it's likely that they're going to stick at least somewhat. The grand decontextualizing machine, Spotify, is sneaking them into other peoples orbits every day. How much is enough will depend on what the intended outcome is.

Is it possible to be too big to fail? Because they're already in the public consciousness there's enough of them to drift around, but predictions in 2023 in general are the thing everyone wants and nobody knows enough to be able to make. Divination is going to skyrocket, mark my words.

Nothing is guaranteed and I think that's the cazy-making thing of watching someone with issues wander off into the sunset, not knowing if or when things will explode and wipe out the happy ever after. It may wind up being adaptive for Wilbur to lean more into the music scene because he wouldn't be the first questionable character that thrived there by a long shot. Ultimately it's out of my depth and I can't tell, because there's something to doubt about both the happy ever after rockstar narrative of main and the straight-up-flop counter-narrative too. I think it makes most sense to aim for the middle and brace for the unexpected, because that seems to be the formula for handling any of these people whose careers were supercharged on the back of something that could never have been predicted to begin with.  

[evilkritter]

Mysterious Egg

(horse joke not smut, sorry)

“And she’ll be happy? I really don’t want Coconuts to have a bad time.”

“Of course, our Daycare is the peak of relaxing and comfortable care. Our matchmaking program will guarantee a good experience for her.”

“And...is it possible to get a Shiny Egg?”

“Well, it is possible, but that’s not something that can be controlled. We guarantee her partner will provide excellent IVs.”

“Alright then, I need to get going. Coconuts, go with the nice lady.” she reached out to stroke Coconuts’ face, Coconut leaned into her hand and closed her eyes letting out a coo. “I’m looking forward to seeing you and your brand new Egg, okay?”

“I’ll get her situated. Come along...Coconuts.”

Coconuts followed the Attendant through the back doors and down the hallway.

The Attendant looked over her clipboard and mumbled to herself. “Who’d we have left? Here we go, room 13.”

There was a loud click as the Attendant unlocked the door. “In you go.”

Coconuts stepped through into a short entryway. The click of the lock behind her made her flinch.

This is what master wants. A big egg. I can do this.

Her hands twisted over each other and she tried to steady her breathing.

Then she heard a coaxing coo from around the corner.

I just need to do it.

She strode around the corner and stopped stock still, her hands moving over her mouth.

A room tossed with pillows and plush. Toys and games stacked on shelves all around. A single massive sofa at the heart of the room with the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen on it.

“Hey.” he chirped, lifting a hand for a small wave.

“Oh my gawd you’re a Gallade! I’ve never seen one before!”

“Really? I didn’t think we were that rare.”

“I guess I haven’t met many Ralts line at all, except for my siblings.” Coconuts looked down bashfully.

“You’re from a village up in the mountains?”

“Yes! How did you know?” She felt herself blushing at her own stupid question.

“The local breeders all recognize me, and a journeyer wouldn’t be impressed by a Gallade. I’m glad to be your first.”

Coconuts blushed so hard she thought she might explode. “Um, it’ll be my first egg.”

“I can tell.” he smiled. “Come on and have a seat.” he patted the couch cushion.

“Um, what do I, need to do.”

“First you need to relax. We’ll be together all weekend. This is a vacation for you.”

“R-right.” she said, starting to take a step then pausing, “I should introduce myself.”

“You’re fine babe, I’m not really much of a name guy anyway.”

“Oh my.” she covered her mouth and moved to sit beside him. “How shameless.”

Once she was seated though, she stared at the floor, her face practically glowing.

He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty and we’re gonna make an egg.

“It seems like you’re feeling a little shy. We can watch something together, and we’ve got a Switch. All we need to do is settle in and let nature take its course.”

“I think I’m a name girl.” She looked at him. “My name is Coconuts, what’s yours?”

He let out a little sigh. “h13a27d26sa31sd29s17, but you can call me Lest.”

“O-oh,” Coconuts looked away and rubbed her arm, “I’m sorry if I-”

“No, it’s fine. I’m a little sore about it, is all.” Lest move an arm behind her. “But hey, my life here is pretty good. I get to spend lots of time relaxing,” he put a finger to her chin and turned her to face him, “and I get to meet cuties like you, Coconuts.”

She felt the blush roll through her entire body. “Yeah?”

Lest grinned. “Yeah.”

“You’re a shameless flirt.”

“You like that about me.” he slid his finger down her neck and along her shoulder.

Coconuts pushed him gently back onto the couch, supporting herself over him with one hand. “I think I really like you Lest.”

Lest glanced to the side then looked back at Coconuts, “Hey,” he said, reaching up to put a finger to her mouth, “I think you got your egg.” he flicked her bottom lip and then pointed.

“Huh, wha,” Coconuts craned her neck around to see the large green spotted egg now sitting on the floor. “That’s mine? I didn’t feel anything!” she looked down at Lest excitedly. “That was easy!” she paused. “Now what?”

“We go back to relaxing, you’re here all weekend.” He sat up, gently pushing her back. “Wanna play some Mario Cart?”

“Oh, I like Mario Cart!”

Oh my gawd, I have the egg and now I get to spend all weekend playing with the gorgeous cool guy? This is the best vacation of my life!

Coconuts grinned. “I should warn you, I get a little aggressive when I’m gaming.”

“That’ll be fun.” Lest grinned back. “I’d love to see you get a little mad.”

“As long as you don’t mind losing a whole bunch.”

“Hey, if you can beat me, it’s be a pleas-”

Lest cut off as the sound of pounding footfall came closer.

He let out a sigh. “I didn’t remember she was working today.”

Coconuts flinched at the sound of the door slamming open.

The Attendant rounded the corner, looked at them, at the egg, at the observation camera, then back at the egg just barely outside of its view.

“I was gone for five minutes! How is there an Egg already? Does your Trainer own a bike!?”