#especially because i had the thing of going 'WOAH this pairing *DOES* have chemistry in canon'

[velvetwyrme]

ouuaauauagaha i just got home and i was so sad the whole way back :-(( I can't articulate what i feel but dee (??) and pax DDD: their friendship :'(( i love whatever they have it's so GRHRHHHGHH the animations and visuals are sooo pleasing to the eye and so good auauaga the choreography of the fight scenes are so ?!??!!$(#((#($? also sooooo foul for that sentinel keychain omg id get one if i could lololol

im so happy i watched tfone i loved every single second of it (my faves r bee and dee auauuaah) i rlly wanna know where to go after this movie what do you recommend reading/watching after?? :00

YAAY IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!! And yeah!!!! TF One is inherently kind of a tragedy since it's a prequel... Orion Pax/Optimus Prime and D-16/Megatron's dynamic before the war hurts me so 😭😭 my little HEART...

Omg yes the fight choreography 💖💖 I especially loved how they included their transformations into the fighting scenes (even more so because some of the specific transformations were ones they had trouble with at the beginning, and now they've learned how to use them and I thought that was pretty neat! is it obvious I've seen thsi movie 3 times now rhdkfbdkfbk)

And thank you ;]] I aim to be extremely ill about characters always. Sentinel. Oh, Sentinel...

Bee and Dee my beloveds!!! 🤝 I was surprised that I liked Bee as much as I did in this- he's the comedic relief but I LOVE HIM SO MUCH...

and. OH GOD. WHAT A QUESTION.

I've stuck the rest of this post under the cut because if you've been following me for any amount of time you know how wordy I can get 😔

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So. you have multiple options because Transformers has a truly ridiculous amount of TV series and some really REALLY good comics.

Transformers Skybound (Comics)

I can only really vouch for the ones I've watched/read, but here are my general suggestions for where to look next! There's also a tl;dr at the end in case you looked at this and just went "oh god"

Additional note: mmmmost of these series have their own idea of what pre-war Cybertron (and subsequently, Megatron and Optimus' origins) looked like, so if you're expecting a continuation of the story from TF One uhhhhh apologies u_u

First off: the current ongoing comic series!

If you want more action, more violence, and also so much more sadness, definitely go for this one. It's gutpunch after gutpunch after gutpunch. Since it IS ongoing however, only time will tell what how the storyline/s will turn out ^^" I think it's pretty good so far though!

However, if you're also intending to eventually look for fanmade content, this series has less of a dedicated fanbase, especially when compared to...

It's easy to get into, but it's also relatively short (especially in comparison to the other suggestions) since it's up to... Issue 13 at the moment? That's still a decent chunk to sink your teeth into!

Transformers (2005) // IDW1 (Comics)

The IDW comic run of Transformers :]!! It's REALLY REALLY GOOD. It ran from 2005-2018, so it's also really, really long.

It can be a bit confusing in terms of order, but luckily there are several reading guides - ONE MORE which I would have loved to have known about when I started reading LMAO IDW1 tends to jump from story to story, which can get a bit confusing, but also it does so in such a way that ties plots together in really fun ways.

Some people will tell you that you can start off with the More Than Meets The Eye (MTMTE) series which is... probably true! It's a fan favorite series, and rightfully so. Also, I think the characterisation of Megatron in MTMTE is really interesting!

I tried starting at MTMTE and just went "HEY. This is set after the war though! I want to know about the war and all that stuff!" and so I ended up reading literally Everything else that comes before it. Which is a lot. I smashed through most of the 420+ total issues in under 2 months because I'm insatiable though.

Transformers Prime // TFP (Animated Series)

Another recommendation I saw for testing the waters (taken directly from a reddit post I saw while locating the guides) is to try reading Last Stand of the Wreckers and the sequel, Sins of the Wreckers, or Megatron Origins and Spotlight: Megatron to kind of get a feel for the sort of thing you're getting into.

My personal suggestion would be to follow this reading guide if you decide to read the comics! Mostly because the person who made it included notes, and as evidenced, I love notes. Theirs are thankfully much shorter than mine.

Another fan favorite! It's an animated series that takes things in a more gritty direction, but I think it does it really well! Maybe. I haven't... actually watched it, which is funny because it's technically what got me to finally check out Transformers.

You might have seen me reblogging a certain Pointy Black, Purple and Faceless guy sometimes. He's from this series.

Transformers Animated // TFA (Animated Series)

And lastly...

TFA is a standalone series (as in it has minimal ties to the lore/continuity of other series) which is the main reason why I'm recommending it. The secondary reasons are because it's really fun and it's the series I grew up watching lol. I'm biased!! I like it a lot!! I would probably suggest one of the other options on this list to start off with, but I really like TFA... ;u;

.......... Fanfiction.

This, in my opinion, is The Best Way to get familiarised with characters.* ...I'm serious about that, and only slightly less serious about this being a suggestion of where to look next lol.

*Well, this plus TFWiki, which is genuinely the coolest wiki of all time. There are jokes and silly jabs while still being incredibly informative!! I love it!!!!

Other options that I can't personally vouch for, but have heard good things about:

Anyway, this is ACTUALLY how I got into Transformers. I kept reading TF fanfic and furiously googling characters appearances because I like giant robots, then I fell in love with Soundwave from TFP, and then I caved and read IDW1 as my proper introduction to Transformers lol. I think it's fun to do it that way, but I know it's not for everyone lol.

Earthspark is one of the newer animated series, and apparently it's pretty good! The second season less so (...?), but it seems to have been a pretty good jumping on point for a lot of people.

TL;DR: suggestions, in no particular order:

Cyberverse is another animated series, and it's pretty cute! I watched the first season and some of the second. Apparently it gets better in the later seasons- more plot heavy and interesting ^^!

If you're so inclined there's also always the Original G1 cartoon, which is fun! If you like cartoons from the 80s, just jump in idk. I've watched some, I think it's neat.

There is also the Transformers (2019) or IDW2 comics which was a reboot done by the the same publishers who did the 2005 series (thus IDW1/2) with a different and much more... streamlined story to follow. I haven't read that yet, but I've heard it's good! It got cut short because they lost the licensing though :(

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Comics:

Transformers (Skybound)

Transformers (IDW 2005)

Transformers (IDW 2019)

Animated Series:

Transformers Prime

Transformers Animated

Transformers Earthspark

Transformers Cyberverse

Misc.:

Fanfiction...? (I'm making a fic reclist anyway so I thought I might as well include this as an option lol)

Good luck! Enjoy! Tell me what you decide on, if you so desire!!!

Would you believe me if I said this is me specifically holding back from talking about each series? Because this is me holding back from going wild and talking abt each series.

I was going to make a flowchart, but then decided that would take too long. And then I wrote this out and took too long.

[bonaesperanza]

Halt and Catch Fire is the best show ever and you should watch it if you haven't.

It has amazingly deep and three-dimensional and tender characterizations and a plot that's structured kind of like a spiral, in that you observe the characters over the course of ten years where they keep ending up in similar situations and you can see how much they have or haven't grown since the last time they had to face a similar thing.

It gives you a new appreciation for the wild west days of IT of the 1980s and 1990s, which is something I keep seeing people mention but have actually never experienced on my own unless you count searching for pictures of the W.i.t.c.h. on dial-up and playing some kind of pop the bubble game in 1999.

It has amazing female characters that aren't perfect but also don't have flaws that are sexist stereotypes. The two female leads are an angry punk girl and a hyperfeminine Southern girl and they are both presented as equally competent and given equal importance, even though the hyperfeminine girl gets underestimated a lot in-universe (she has a STEM degree and is as good with computers as the other one, but gets relegated into a "team mum" role a lot).

There is A LOT of focus on friendships and business partnerships and found family - it gives these relationships equal focus to the romances, and they are all realistic and grounded in the characterizations of the leads. In fact, the last episode focuses on the two girls' partnership, not their respective romantic lives. But the romances are amazing too, I have never been invested in a pair so hard the way I currently am in Joe and Cameron, if I weren't bi already they'd be my bisexual awakening. They seem like total opposites but have so, so, many parallels between them, and they have realistically sad backstories that aren't the stock "I was beaten by my mean dad" type. And they have amazing chemistry. And I love how the show is aware of the fact that they need to go outside of their relationship to grow and address their shortcomings because they kind of have the same flaws too, and even though they're still kind of pining after each other they only come back to each other when they're capable of having a stable relationship. This is especially good beacuse the girl is in her early 20s at the beginning and it was so so good to see the show let her grow into her own, on her own, rather than leaving her stuck in an endless back-and-forth with a messed up guy who's her boss and 10 years older than her, but then also respecting the connection they have.

All the characters are realistically flawed, and their flaws come back to bite them in their asses in the end, and the setups for this are strewn across several seasons. And it all makes sense for the character as a whole - for example, the punk girl is rebelling against pretty controlling parenting, but she obviously never learned how to handle relationships except in terms of the dominant person and the one who obeys, so she'd rather live in anarchy and never form any kind of power ladder in the first place. However, when she is forced to do so in order to handle the people who work for her punk IT startup she becomes very autocratic and controlling, and when people try to give her ideas she replies with, "Well, I'm the boss so we'll do what I say."

Why does she do that? Because she obviously doesn't know how to argue constructively. She knows how to a) aggressively overwhelm you, b) get up and leave (as she did to her family) and c) submit (unacceptable).

She does b) to her smarmy yuppie "it's complicated" man who is also one of the main leads - he does something to break her trust, she just abandons him and that's it. But then she gets into a fight with her next boyfriend, and she just assumes that that's it, and he says, "Woah, we're not breaking up, we're just arguing, have you never done that before in your life?"

At the same time, she forms a partnership with the girly girl and the girly girl starts just going around her whenever she hears the "I'm the boss so we'll do as I say" thing because she's frustrated that she has no say in things. This leads to several fallouts because spiral plot structure, and they're all mostly over one of two things: Cameron (punk girl) is being autocratic or Donna (girly girl) is being manipulative. Eventually they run the company into the ground because they can't listen to each other, and the plot always varies which one of them is right and never paints one of them as the 100% villain because they're both being kind of assholes but also deeply sympathetic.. But over the course of all this Cameron kind of learns how to be more functional in her partnerships, which then helps her with both her love interests AND her career. And then other things happen to address and highlight other flaws of hers, and this happens to all of the characters - three marriages fall apart in the course of this show, several companies with really good ideas are run into the ground and a guy commits crimes and then commits suicide because he bought into a Steve Jobs-type bulshitter's cool aid too much.

It has what I'd call great queer rep because one of the leads being a bisexual man is treated very casually and yet the rare instances where homophobia is touched on fit into the rest of his character and backstory so well (he insults a homophobic business partner at some point, and he also has an AIDS scare, and he recalls being bullied at school and how it affected him, and he makes friends with a queer teen because he notices she's like him and that's it). Like, there's an episode where his ex boyfriend comes into the picture and the plot doesn't revolve around them both being men - the plot revolves around his current girlfriend feeling insecure about the guy still having feelings for his ex and coming off as flaky and untrustworthy. The genders of the characters are incidental.

Like seriously this is the best show ever and I don't know why people don't talk about it more, current stuff like The Bear and Succession can only wish to be this nuanced.

[static-fanatic-1]

Yandere!All For One x Fem!Reader

Warning: Non-con, Fingering, Kidnapping, Mentioning of stalking, Spooky gift giving, Reader has a powerful healing quirk activated by bodily fluids (it’s important).

Word count: 7.3k

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You nervously bit your lip, twiddling your hands and fingers to relive the anxiety creeping up your spine. Recovery Girl, the healing hero that decided to take you under her wing, decided it would be good idea for you to meet a colleague of hers to get some physical training. It was an important thing that you needed to learn despite your quirk.

The slender yet short woman took a weary glance at you. "Calm down (y/n), you have no reason to be nervous."

You jumped at the sound of her voice. "I-I know, what if they don't think I'm worth training though?" You've always been self councious of your quirk. Though it was insanely powerful, mainly for other people, it turned you into a physically sickly person. To simply put it, what you thought was not worth training.

A disappointed sigh left her lips. Recovery girl, still not looking her age as of yet, was a short woman with dark black hair, peppered with more white streaks than her natural color, dressed in a bun with her usual hero look going on. "Gran Torino won't push you too hard, besides he's training Toshinori! You know him right? The third year who's really strong?"

A slight blush tinted your cheeks. "Uh, y-yes ma'am!" God you hated it when you became a stuttering mess, especially when that specific third year was mentioned. Ever since you bumped into him in the halls you couldn't shake away your growing crush. It was totally embarrassing. Even your classmate, Enji Todoroki, lightly made fun of you for it.

Ms. Shuzenji lightly chuckled at your reddened expression. "Gran Torino said he would meet us in one of the gyms after school hours. Since you're a first year and you don't have your provisional license yet, we aren't supposed to train you off of school grounds." She further explained.

"When I get my license will it be alright for me to train off campus? Or could he just take me in for hero studies?"

"Technically you already are under hero studies because I'm training you, and because I'm a teacher I can't allow you to train off school grounds." The two of you turned a corner, now face to face with the large door separating you two from the racket going on on the other side. Both of you exchanged a confused look before opening the doors.

From what you were witnessing, you probably shouldn't have agreed to working with Gran Torino.

The yellow blur flew from floor to ceiling, and wall to wall just to slam his feet into the poor boy's body. Each attack seemed more painful than the last as he desperately tried to keep up with his sensei.

Toshinori paused, as did Gran Torino, and excitedly straightened his stance. With a finger pointing in your general direction his face lit up. "Your that first year I bumped into! Gran Torino you should have told me who-!"

His spat was quickly cut off by a pair of feet slamming against his ribs. The blond flew across the gym and into the concrete walls, dust fuming around his now hunched over form. "Don't get distracted, Toshinori." Torino scolded.

The average height hero turned, now facing the two female across the room. "So this is (l/n)? Nice to meet you." He said with a slight wave.

Recovery girl tapped your shoulder and motioned to the suffering boy, telling you to heal him without using her words. "Pl-pleasure to meet you too, sir." Quickly nodding in both of the hero's directions, you scurried over to the third year you unfortunately developed a crush over.

"Um, Toshinori Senpai, are you hurt?" 'What am I saying? Of course he's hurt!' Your flustered mumbling almost went unnoticed.

"Yeah, yeah, probably broke a rib... again." His blond hair framed his smiling face, the overly joyous expression only bringing you more concern.

"Again?! Here, let me help." You wrapped your arms around his form and lifted him into a seating position, doing your best to keep him upright. "Alright so this might be weird, but, are you okay with kissing me?" You twisted your face in a sad excuse for guilt.

Toshinori found it funny, but unexpected none the less. "K-kiss you?!" His face burst into a deep red blush while his words came out as coughs.

"Y-Yeah! I mean or lick you, whatever floats your boat I don't judge."

Gran Torino wondered over to the youthful hero. "So she's the healer? The one you wanted me to train alongside Toshinori right?"

She nodded and turned to look at her addresser. "Her healing is stronger than mine, and there are no repercussions on the person she uses it with. If the two of them get to know each other they could be an amazing team."

"Healing stronger than yours huh? How does it work?"

"Bodily fluids like blood and saliva." Shuzenji paused, letting the information sink in before continuing. "Her quirk has been used in ways it shouldn't have been used."

Gran Torino furrowed his brows and looked at the two students. Toshinori already looked much better than before. His skin seemed healthier, pained expression replaced with a bright red face, and the blood smeared on his mouth being wiped away like a memory. Still, he soaked in the new information as he watched the students embarrass themselves.

"Does she know about one for all?"

"No, but she's trustworthy enough to tell, eventually at least."

"Alright, alright, I'll train her."

~~~

After a few months of training under Gran Torino and Toshinori, you had grown a little bit stronger. At least as strong as you were able to get. Toshinori on the other hand made a lot more progress, his training also getting far more intense than you will ever be able to handle.

Enji tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. He gave you a disappointed yet concerned look. "You need to focus, I don't want to help you with History again."

"Ah, sorry, sorry." He scoffed and grabbed his stuff to leave the classroom. "Wait for me!" You yelped, quickly stuffing your things in your bag to chasing after him. "Your legs are too long!"

The two of you wondered into the cafeteria and settled in your seats. You shuffled things around in your bag as Enji started to eat, you could feel him watching and judging you. "What?"

He slurped up his hot soba, taking his time before he decided it would be okay to explain his judgement. "You have been training with that third year huh? Yagi, isn't it?"

"O-oh! Um, yeah. Toshinori, he's been helping me get stronger despite my quirk's draw back." You shifted in your seat under his intense glare.

"And?" He pressed on.

"Oh you know, he's helping me learn how to fight and get physically stronger. Nothing too special. Why do you ask?"

A certain blond revealed himself, his bright smile almost blinding as he smacked his tray on the table next to you. "Hey (y/n), Todorok-kun!"

You jumped and covered your reddening face with your hands. "Ah! Hello Toshi-senpai!"

Enji glanced between the two of you, both of you have been rather close lately and the redhead was developing theories that have been plaguing his mind. "That's why I ask." He pointed to your bright red face.

Toshinori almost spat out his water when he glanced at your red face. "Woah! Todoroki-kun, it's nothing like that! Haha!"

"Y-Yeah! We're just training!" You spat out.

Enji just gave you a look, but overall decided against pressing further. Instead he sighed and glared at the third year.

You couldn't blame him though, Toshi was easily considered as strong as the pros, and Enji wanted to be on top of them all. He most likely saw him as competition.

You lightly laughed and tapped Enji's shoulder. "Don't over think it. Besides let's be honest, I need a lot more help than you do." You have the redhead a delicate smile, still he kept his condescending look.

"Don't you have to do chemistry homework you skipped?"

"Oh shit! That's next period!" You yelped and began the homework you skipped last night.

"Geez, I remember chemistry, I really struggled with that one." Toshi exclaimed, leaning back with his cheeks stuffed with pork cutlet and rice. "I can't help you with that one, (y/n)-chan."

"Don't worry, I'm surprisingly good at math and science. It's the other subjects I struggle with." You stuffed your face with your food as you quickly solved the problems on the sheet. "Enji actually helps me with the other ones, I help him with chemistry and maths."

"I don't need your help." Todoroki snapped back.

"Sure." Came out your muffled sarcasm. "Do you want me to check your homework?"

There was a slight pause, Toshinori placing his hand over his mouth to stop his growing laughter.

"Yes."

~~~

That was the beginning of the three of you. Toshi quickly climbed up the ranks as the number one hero. He left for America for a while, but kept in touch with you as you finished school and tried to make a name for yourself.

Enji quickly surpassed you, but he still stayed your dear friend. He found an organization and followed behind Toshi, climbing up the ranks and making a name at the early age of twenty.

They were strong, powerful, and you were everything else. Weak. The only thing you had going for you was your quirk, and even then it was taxing on your body.

You joined a smaller hero agency and continued developing your quirk. With your skill in chemistry you learned you can convert your bodily fluids into pill form. Though they don't work as well, it allows you to give people a full heal without loosing yourself.

Though you never seemed to be as lucky as you hoped. The hero you had come to know and trust abused your kindness, his other sidekicks finding it funny to stuff you full of their cocks and use you as a toy.

You never felt so humiliated and destroyed in your entire life. What started as a simple conversation drastically changed into the hero's using your quirk as an excuse to do as they pleased. They even threatened to ruin your career as a hero if you told anyone... but you just couldn't keep quiet.

That night you drove away, tears streaming down your reddened cheeks as the horrid feeling and taste lingered. You drove all the way to the current number nine's house and knocked on his door at 2:48 am. He lived alone, still focusing on climbing up the ranks to be number one.

Despite not seeing him in months and thinking you were only a distraction, he let you in.

Enji held you close as you sobbed and told him what happened, your words chocking on your cries. He let you clean up and stay for the night, as you didn't feel safe alone anymore. You slept on the couch that night, unbeknownst to you Enji called up Toshinori.

The three of you met up the next day to expose the so called heroes that defiled you. Without Enji and Toshinori, you wouldn't have been able to tell anyone, that or you would never be the hero you've always wanted to be.

You constantly look back on that day. You couldn't help but appreciate what your two friends did for you, especially when you are reminded of them. You would give anything to help them. Anything.

You joined All Might in his quest for heroism, becoming his sidekick and healing people he saved. He loved working with you, and you loved working with him. The spark between the two of you was obvious from the beginning, and as the two of you worked together the spark only grew.

You left for a while though, a well-known hero asking for your help in America. You bought a small apartment and began your own.

~~~

"Wait... what? He-he's...." You voice cracked, hand lightly tracing the bow on the flat triangular box on your bed. Smooth wrapping providing false comfort over the situation over the phone. Gran Torino's gruff, pained voice echoed in your ears and in your brain.

"Toshinori needs your healing, that or I'm afraid it will be the end of the Symbol of Peace." You shivered at his words, turning your back to your bed to sit down. Your hands rubbed your face and eyes from stress, not just from Toshi's conditions but the strange gifts you keep finding in your house. "Recovery girl already stabilized him, but your healing should finish the job."

"I understand, uh, I'll book a ticket-"

"Don't, we already bought a private plane ticket, we don't want the media to get involved." Gran Torino finished, sighing behind the screen. He must be feeling the same things you were feeling; stress and anxiety. Despite the stress he continued, giving the details of the flight he bought.

"Alright, alright. I'll get some pills ready and pack. Take care." He lightly chuckled, probably nodding behind the screen, before ending the call.

You dropped you phone on your bed and sighed. The hand that was tracing the wrapped gift paused over the red satin bow. A sense of dread crawled up your spine making you shiver.

You wanted to throw the thing away and let it rot in your dark closet, but after finally deciding to open the other ones up you decided that wasn't a good idea. Whoever has been sending you the few gifts wanted something you were too afraid to give.

Yesterday you opened the first gift, one with a purple bow and silver wrapping paper, and found a beautiful sun dress with a letter. At first you thought it was a fan, after all it wasn't too strange for you to find fans who gave you gifts like this, so you ignored the red flag of finding it on your temporary apartment door step.

But when you glanced at the letter, your blood froze. Written in fancy cursive, penmanship you could easily call perfect, was an alarming letter about compliments you could dismiss as a little strange. That was the second red flag.

The next few gifts had letters as well, each one more descriptive and alarming than the last. One described how entertaining it was for you to be so close to the number one hero All Might, and how the sender would enjoy taking you from him.

So when you found another gift, this time wrapped in a red bow with dark grey wrapping, you wanted to puke. You debated opening it up to save yourself some sanity and stress, but you were more afraid of the repercussions of not seeing what's inside.

With shaky breaths and an even shakier hand you unveiled the mystery box. You never felt so much dread in your life until you saw what was under the letter.

A gorgeous, obviously expressive set of black lingerie brought bile into your throat. Clasping your hand over your mouth you tried to swollen the nasty mixture as you continued your investigation. The set was lacey in a sultry way, seductive like it was meant for a lover to wear on their honeymoon.

You hated it, you feared it.

Especially the letters, you still didn't know who sent them but that only made you more afraid. So you read it, maybe you would know who was sending you these things, maybe you could get them arrested and save yourself the stress while you go heal Toshi.

'Dear (y/n) (l/n),

I consider myself a patient man, one that will wait until the time is right. I wish for you to wear the gift I have given you, it would greatly please me to see you in it when I come for you. So save yourself the pain-'

You stopped and gagged, crumpling up the carefully written letter and throwing it across the room. Anxious tears streamed down your face as you violently shook.

Their going to come for you? Why? When? Where? Here? No no no, not here. You'll be off back home in Japan, away from this sad apartment and away from the creepy stalker.

You glanced over at the lingerie, should you wear it? What would they do if you didn't wear it? Are they watching you now?

Once more you shivered, this time taking the lingerie and holding it close. You were terrified of the consequences so you decided to wear it. All you had to do now was get some pills ready and pack for the plane ride. So stop stressing.

~~~

You held your bags close, the satchel with your quirk infused pills even closer. Your anxiety was spiking, more so than it has ever before. You wore half of your hero costume, having on the white lab coat, jaw guard, and belts with sleeping syringes you created yourself. Usually you have heels with a dress shirt and pencil skirt, but instead you decided to wear something more comfortable. So you wore grey sweat pants and a black tank top under your white coat.

Grey and white mountains littered the horizon while vibrant greenery and large trees rose high into the sky. You exited the small plane and wondered over to Gran Torino. A solemn expression decorated your features as you met up with the group.

Gran Torino, Sir Nighteye, and Tsukauchi waited for you, Tsu being the only one to smile back. "Hey, Witch Doctor are you ready to head out?" Tsu wore a white dress shirt and black slacks with his favorite brown trench coat over his shoulders.

Gran Torino and Sir Nighteye wore their full hero costumes despite the long ride ahead.

Your smile widened ever so slightly as you nodded. "Please, call me (y/n). And yes, I have the pills if he wants to go that route, it should be more than enough to heal him all the way." You lifted up the satchel and waved it around.

They knew how your quirk worked, bodily fluids. So they understood how people in the past took advantage of that, so they were a little surprised when you mentioned giving All Might a choice. They didn't mention it though. "Could-can you... tell me about Toshi?"

Gran Torino grunted before waking to a few cars nearby. "His stomach was pretty much gutted, he's hanging on a thread thanks to Recovery Girl. He would've died otherwise."

Nighteye looked away with an uncomfortable expression. "If he-he didn't hold on for so long...." He mumbled away without wanting to finish his sentence.

"He'll be fine," Finished Tsukauchi. "He is fine, he just needs some help getting better."

You listened to the policeman, his enthusiasm seemingly forced and full of anxiety. "What happened to him?" You asked again, this time with more force.

They all stayed silent as they continued walking to the cars, so you stopped. "L-listen, I know why it might be hard to talk about, but-but I would like to know. There-there has been some crazy shit happening lately, and you said he was injured a few days ago? It just-just seems too... too coincidental? I guess?"

Tsukauchi turned to you with a worried expression. "Like what? Why haven't you told any of us?"

"I was-it is just-just a stalker but... I'm scared, you know? It started four-five days ago and it just seems too coincidental." You lightly laughed at yourself, your hands rubbing up and down your arms to try and calm your riled up nerves. "Never mind, I'm-I'm just stressing out. Maybe...."

Nighteye adjusted his glasses and peered into your soul. "Why would it be coincidental? What else happened?"

"There-there were letters. Letters with information only a few people should know about." Your body curled in on itself. "Some things about Nana, and you guys, and Toshi. Just a bunch of mumbo jumbo that has me scared."

Tsukauchi placed a hand on your shoulder. "Let's talk about this in the car." His delicate smile helped put you at ease, so you nodded and continued. "And if you really are worried maybe Nighteye can look into your future?"

The tall, suit wearing man scoffed as he entered the passengers seat. "I'm not exactly okay with something like that."

"It would help." You meekly said, getting into the car. The men took a nice long look at you, how you shivered and stared with a furrowed brow. It was like you were playing out scenarios of all the bad things that could happen to you. "But I understand-!"

"You look pathetic like that." Nighteye shifted in his seat as Gran Torino started the car. "I'll do for you, but you can't change what will happen. I've tried."

You shyly smiled at him and nodded your head. "That's fine with me, I just want to mentally prepare myself, ya' know?"

"That's a good idea, Witch Doct-I mean (y/n)." Tsu corrected himself and shifted next to you.

"Right, thanks guys." You and Sir looked into each others eyes, a small shiver running up your spine as his left eye turned into a purple-black storm.

All four of you waited as the car sped through the Japanese wilderness. The large green trees provided shade and small rays of sunlight peeking through. The road was long and curved on the side of the mountain you were descending. It was peaceful, calm... too calm.

The thick air was interrupted by a gasp, Nighteye's calculating eyes shifting to the sunroof of the small car. His body was rigid, his face twisted in growing fear. "Stop the car!"

Gran Torino smashed the breaks causing the car to screech and dangerously swerve to a stop. "Whats-?!"

He couldn't finish his sentence before a large, swirling purple mass emerged from nothing before the group. A large hand emerged, a rocky face following behind.

"Get our of the car!" Sir Nighteye screeched, grabbing Gran Torino and pulling him out with him. Tsukauchi dashed out and joined the others against the cliff side.

You unbuckled and reached for the door handle, but you were too late.

The large figure fully emerged and smacked his hand against the car, knocking it off the steep cliff side and into the mass of trees below. You screamed and held your body as close as possible, the car shoving you every which way. Glass shattered, metal crushed against itself, you hit your head so much you could taste the blood in your mouth.

A loud crash echoed through the forest floor, bird and animals fleeing to a far away safety. You coughed, trying to drag your body out the broken window next to you.

Your arm shrieked in pain, it must be broken, you thought. Still you refused to be a sitting duck. You clawed your way out of the car, praying all of your things are in one piece.

Gran Torino appeared in front of you and helped you out before hopping away. The giant from before jumped down beside the car, the ground around him crumbling under his feet. "Everything I do is for my master." The giant chanted his mantra, his eyes glueing to your form with heart stopping ferocity.

Nighteye fell from above and slammed his feet against the giant's head, knocking him off his rhythm.

He grunted and stumbled into a tree, trampling the plant in the process. He took the broken tree and rips it from the ground just to chuck it back at Sir Nighteye.

"Watch out!" You swallowed your blood and spit to heal yourself just enough to get into the fight. You shoved your support mask over the lower half of your face, letting it pierce through your skin so you can drink your blood. "Torino! Make sure Tsukauchi is okay, I'll go for Sir!"

"Get in and get out!" Quickly you two split up.

You dashed over to Sir Nighteye and pulled him from the colliding tree. You drank your blood and building saliva to slowly heal your wounds, your broken arm mending itself enough for you to use it.

The tree burst into splinters. Sir found his footing and pulled you behind another tree. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding you close while looking at the giant behind him.

"Yeah, yeah. What did you see in your vision? We'll get out right?"

Sir Nighteye bit his bottom lip. He didn't know what he should do, tell her and give up or try and fight fate. "That's not important right now." He commented calmly, but internally he was at war.

He saw your future, one where you were taken after everyone else was too hurt to fight back. Gran Torino would jump in to try and save you, Tsukauchi begging for you be set free from the cliff side. Gran Torino would be caught and killed when he tries to save you, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Sir Nighteye almost debated letting you get caught just so the rest of them could get away unharmed.

You glanced at him before pulling the two of you were crushed by the giant. "Focus Sir! We need to group up with Torino and Tsu. This guy is really strong."

"We can't take him on." He blurted out.

"What do mean?" Your voice came out shaky, the giant already on his way to fight you two again. He trudged over and loomed above you and Sir, growling as he swiped Sir Nighteye away. The giant had a hint of a smile of his face when he gripped your form in his iron like grip.

You jolted in his hold and fumbled with your hero costume to pull out the syringes, all of them. Quickly you stabbed the giant's neck and pumped his system with five of your homemade concoctions.

Gran Torino grabbed Nighteye before he slammed against a tree, carefully putting the fading man on the ground. Torino stared up at your thrashing form, but before he could rush up to help you a hand tightly gripped his forearm. "Don't, if you go you'll die!"

Nighteye's grip tightened once he heard Tsukauchi scream from above.

"We can't let them take her, she's the only one that can heal Toshinori!" Gran Torino argued, thrashing away and dashing to save you.

The giant wobbled from the potent amount of drugs in is system, but it didn't stop him. A new purple portal formed in front of the two of you, and a newfound vigor was found in the giant. "Gran Torino!" Your voice echoed with unadulterated terror.

You could see him coming to help you, but you could also feel the giant prepare an attack against your friend. If you were taken Toshi wouldn't get the drugs, Gran Torino would get seriously injured if he got too close. You didn't want to see that happen, so you grabbed the satchel and threw it as hard as possible at Torino, smacking him against the face and knocking him to the ground.

The giant trudged into the portal with you over his shoulder, leaving your hero buddies in the ruined forest. He kneeled down and swayed from the drugs, letting you fall to the ground below him.

A man of purple mist and a dress vest walked over, his misty hands clamped over his front. "Witch Doctor," he addresses," I would appreciate it if you followed me."

You bit your lip, still being looked over by the giant man behind your hunched form. You wanted to ask a question, to yell and scream and thrash until they were too annoyed to keep you alive... but you were too afraid to even try.

Was this the man sending you the letters? Was this the legendary All For One Toshi warned you about? "Who-who are you?" Your voice betrayed you and cracked under your fear.

Yellow eyes evaluated your own (e/c) ones. The mist man in front of you seemed to be figuring out what happened to the woozy giant behind you, but you couldn't tell in those yellow voids of his. "My name is Kurogiri, now, follow me." His tone shifted into a more violent one.

You shivered under his gaze, a figure showing up beside him. A judgmental figure at that, short with large goggles and a mustache. Though this new addition discarded you with a quiet mutter under his breath.

Kurogiri finally had enough waiting and grabbed you by your wounded forearm, making you cringe as he pulled you through the dull halls of the facility. The environment was filled with dark greys, bright blues and a metallic shine. "Where are we going?"

"You are going to heal my master."

You didn't need to hear anymore before understanding what was going to happen. You pulled your injured arm from his grip, wincing at the pain, and ran as fast as you could.

Sadly you didn't get as far as you would have wanted. A purple portal swept you off your feet, making you fall into a new room entirely. Your body slammed against the hard floor without mercy.

Kurogiri sighed and stepped through a portal he made for himself, once again dragging you to your feet. The room was dark, but clean and barren none the less. The sounds that echoed through the room was that of a breathing machine and medical equipment.

"You may leave, Kurogiri. I'll take it from here."

A haunting voice shook you to your core, it was deep and threatening, yet mocking and intrigued. The man of mist turned on his heels and left, closing the portal behind him. Your heat beat loudly in your chest, suffocating and causing you to hyperventilate.

The voice boomed with laughter, a strained sound complimenting the 'wrrr's of the machines. "You have no reason to be afraid, (y/n)." The hands gripping the floor violently shook, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "Now come here."

His mammoth sized hand stalked out of the darkness covering his body, tempting you to take it. You could see the underlying of his mouth, bright white teeth gleaming in mockery. "I suggest you don't keep me waiting, I've been patient enough." He added.

Your feet acted on their own volition, moving you closer to the shadowed figure. He could probably hear your uneven breathing from the bed he sat in. Once you stood beside the bed, tears streaming down your cheeks, he roughly grabbed your wrists and pulled you on top of him. Your legs straddled his hips as he sat up, a sigh escaping his barely visible lips.

"I must confess, (y/n), I've had my eyes on you for quite sometime." His mocking tone brought more tears to fall. "At first I was going to take you after I killed Nana, just to torture All Might some more. Then I learned of your quirk and wanted it for myself, but it wouldn't exactly be useful if I took it would it?"

His mammoth hands wrapped tightly around your wrists, forcing them to cup his cheeks around his sickening smile. "I asked a question." His voice shifted into a scolding tone, his hands slipping from your arms to your waist.

"N-no, it wouldn't."

All For One's smile widened at your scared tone. "Are you scared?" He mocked. "Where's that smile All Might preaches, huh?" You jolted in his lap as his cold hands touched the flesh of your hips. He snickered at your skittish reactions. "You are much cuter up close, you know that?"

Submit or fight back? You tried that a long time ago, fighting back, and it made everything so much worse. You were afraid, terrified of fighting back against this man. Were you afraid of death? No, you never thought yourself to be, but maybe you were wrong. The suffocating feeling of him staring you down like prey made you think he was death itself. And that made you fucking terrified.

His humming and hands sliding your shirt up brought you back to reality. "Wa-wait!"

He grumbled and stopped. "Go on."

"I can heal you another way! It'll hurt less but-but it'll take a little longer." You stutter to try and save your skin, but the never faltering smile he gave told you it was all for not.

His hands also proved that theory. They roamed up your tank top, tapping each finger against your skin for more insult to injury. "You're so sweet, worrying about me. I'm sure you already know who I am, don't you?"

You nodded and tried to shift away from the man's touches. He groaned at the friction down below. Time stopped when you heard that noise, a meek squeak emitting from your throat. He mockingly laughed at the sound. "I'll take that as a yes."

He started to take off your clothes, gently, slowly, layer by layer. Shivers and tears shocked your body, you hated it, but you were too afraid to even think about fighting back. Pieces were thrown to the stone floor, your hero costume being stripped from you.

All For One's grin widened more than you thought possible. "You wore the lingerie I bought for you. I'm flattered." His hands cupped your covered breasts, the thumbs tracing the lace. You held back a mewl when he undid the clasp and started kneading the mounds. Forefingers and thumbs tweaked your nipples, pulling and pinching the sensitive flesh.

Your hands stayed glued to his face, the tips of your fingers grazed mauled flesh but quickly pulled away. The man below you noticed, chuckled, and forced your hands onto his mauled face again. "This is what your precious All Might did to me, cruel isn't it?"

A shiver ran down your spine at the odd sensation he forced in your finger tips. Calloused hands dragged down your waist to your panty line, pulling the clothe to the side. His thick finger ran up your slit, collecting the small amount of fluid that had built up. He returned it to his lips and dragged his tongue to lap up the liquid pleasure.

All For One shuddered and groaned at the taste. the man could feel your quirk taking effect, the burning sensation already taking hold the more he tasted. Animalistic pleasure grabbed him by the throat, his lips crashing into your own. He wanted more of that sweet taste, the taste that would heal him back into completion over and over and over again.

He wanted you, all of you.

Saliva mixed in both of your mouths as his tongue slipped past your lips. He groaned and tightened his already iron grip on your hips, your bones creaking under the strain. You meekly shrieked when he bit down on your bottom lip, sucking and drinking the blood.

The wound quickly healed up so he kept his assault, biting and sucking and drinking the blood. Your hands slid to his clothed chest, trying to push off.

All For One wasn't having it though, he stripped himself of his suit jacket and dress shirt and pulled your form closer to him. His clothed groin strained in his pants, you could feel it prodding your nether regions. One hand snaked into your (h/l) (h/c) hair to keep your lips locked with his, the other hand cupping and rubbing your sex.

You accidentally moaned into the kiss, earning a amused groan from your captor. The man let go of your bruising lips to listen to your cute mewls. His hands sped up, using the base of his palm to rub your clit as one of his thick fingers entered the sex.

He mercilessly pumped the finger, curling and prodding at the spongy spot inside you. Your legs trembled around him, hands sliding up to his shoulder for something sturdy to hold. You hated how pleasurable this felt, you hated how it was him who made you feel like this.

"St-sto-ah-p! I-I-!" He chuckled at your meek attempts, his lips crashing into your neck and biting harshly. "Gah!" You could feel the blood drip down your collar bone before being lapped up. All For One added another finger and scissored around to stretch you out.

You could feel the rumbling of his throat, the tightening and tensing of his muscles, all from your bodily fluids. Your own wounds lightly healing, leaving black and blue bruises in its wake.

He added a third figure, stuffing you full. His palm roughly hit your clit with each intense thrust. Your toes curled, stomach tensing. You could feel your release emerging, and he could tell. "Go on," He moaned. "Don't hold back."

Your legs clamped around his hips as your pleasure reached its peek. Throwing your head back you loudly moaned into the abyss of the dark room. Your release hitting like a truck as you shivered.

All For One laughed as he licked his fingers clean, both groaning from the taste and the pain shooting through his healing body. It was strange how his head tingled and burned as it healed. Arms wrapped tightly around your form, glueing you to his chest as you came down from your high.

As you sunk lower in his lap, sweat face against his chest, you could hear the light echo of his belt buckle being undone. Your pleasure foggy mind didn't follow the sound, only wanting to soak in his warmth and go to sleep. You squirmed around his movements until something hard rubbed your clit.

Hands gripped your hips harshly, lifting you up suddenly just thrust you balls deep onto his hard cock. You screamed and clawed at his shoulders, drawing a small amount of blood.

You never felt so stuffed in your life, his cock pressing in all the right places without giving you any extra room. His head pressed against your crevix, prodding at your womb. Your slick helped ease the pain but his massive size kept you writhing under his grip.

All For One's rigid breath echoed like a dark mantra to your pained squeaks. He lifted you by your hips and slammed you back down.

You strangled out a moan with each deep thrust. The hard cock jabbed your insides to make you see stars, your body warming up to the abuse. You gasped every time his head pushed against your entrance of your womb.

Your breasts bounced, the liquid between your thighs drenching his dress pants, and the friction between your legs riding you closer to the edge of ecstasy. He thrust his hips to meet yours as he lifted you up and kept pushing you back down with feverish force. Each thrust bumped painfully your insides, pushing farther and deeper.

"You're not a virgin are you? Has All Might fucked you like this?" All For One's tone changed from the usual mocking to seething hatred. "Has he marked you like this? Ravaged your cunt until he had you screaming?" He lifted you all the way to his tip and slammed you down hard.

The head of his cock pushed through your crevix and into your womb from his force. You shrieked from the painful feeling, but the sadistic sensation pushed you over the edge.

Your walls clamped tightly around his length and gushed liquid pleasure on his lap. The man loudly groaned when your walls sucked him deeper. He kept going, thrusting and pushing deeper, faster, and stronger.

The liquid from your body twisting his flesh back to its original state. It hurt like hell, you could tell as his large hands crushed your hips like grapes. Fat tears streamed down your reddened cheeks, sobs echoing through the mostly empty room.

All For One's thrusts quickly became sloppy, obviously chasing his own release. "He's been replaced, I'll fill you up and mark you as my own! He'll never see you again, I'll make sure of it!"

Hot ropes of white spilled into your womb effectively making you see stars. Both of you tensed and shook at the force of the orgasm. Your third climax tore into the last of your energy, making you pass out from sheer exhaustion.

All For One released his tight hold on your hips, eyeing your form with a deranged smile. Bruises lined your neck, collarbone, and hips. Your quirk would heal them a bit, but you would need time to allow them to fully heal.

The dangerous man, on the other hand, was healed to the point where he wouldn't need the breathing machine to live. He wasn't healed all the way, that would only happen after a few more sessions, but it was a start.

His gaze fell on your soft features, no longer perturbed by his actions and instead twisted into a delicate serenity. You looked peaceful blissfully unaware of what he had in store for you, not that he minded.

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You shift in your sleep, scrunching your nose at some unknown pain down below. A plush pillow rest below your head, and almost acted like a chain keeping you down. Despite the comfort, you forced yourself to get up. Groaning, you threw off your covers and stretched out like a cat. Wincing from the pain and sitting up in the overly warm and soft bed.

You took the opportunity to soak in your surroundings. The colors were warm, a dresser parallel with a door on the opposite side of the room. Everything looked meticulously placed and expensive. The room was large and had a door off to the side, probably the bathroom, with a pair of sliding doors, most likely a closet, and an archway leading to another room.

You stumbled out of the bed and limped around the room. A mirror on the wall revealed what you looked like. Hickies littered your neck and collarbone, your once broken arm wrapped in bandages to help it heal. A lavender colored nightgown draped just above your still shaky thighs. You winced and lifted it up, more bandages around your bruised hips.

He was rough, that was something you could remember. You probably didn't heal him all the way either, that must be why he kept you alive.

You jumped and turned in the direction of some new noises. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room next over so you peeked behind the archway to see who decided to show up.

All For One slipped off his large dress shoes with his back to you. You could kill him, couldn't you? The man's back was facing you, all you needed was a blade or blunt object. You glanced around the room but found nothing, then again you had the feeling he already knew where and what you were doing.

"How did you sleep, (y/n)?" You swallowed the lump of spit in your throat as you gripped the archway. "Hm?" He peered over his shoulder, the sickening smile that haunted your nightmares stretching across his thin lips. His head was still mangled, but it was now healed into a large, clean scar.

"Why am I here?" You asked.

He turned to fully face you and stepped nearer, his bulky form looming over your frail body like a veil. His hand moved to your cheek, caressing the flesh in an all too intimate act of affection. "I think you already know the answer to that." He mused, dipping to let his lips graze the shell of your ear.

You shivered.

"You're mine."

[lunetheaveragefan]

one day...

Hi, y’all! Sorry there’s been such a delay for Chapter 2. I’ve been super busy with school and dance and other activities and all that. Also, I decided about halfway through my original Chapter 2 that I was going to alternate between Virgil and Roman’s perspectives so I had to start a new chapter from scratch. But that means that now-Chapter 3 has already been started, so hopefully I’ll have it done by Friday this week!

A Sander Sides high school AU

Pairing: Prinxiety and some background Logicality

Summary: Virgil is used to being alone. He only has one friend, Logan. But when Logan makes a new friend, things begin to change as two more join their group. Roman, a boisterous theater kid, seems determined to destroy Virgil’s lonely, average life. How much will Virgil’s life change?

Warnings: Some cursing and quick mentions of a possible fight/hospital. If you notice anything else, let me know!

Word Count: 1,919

anyway, here it is!

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CHAPTER TWO

Roman Princeford is absolutely, completely, terribly humiliated. 

He can’t stop blushing in embarrassment, and it only makes it worse when the classes are boring and he can't stop his mind from drifting to that morning. Like now, for example. 

Stupid, stupid Roman, he chastises himself. Why didn’t you notice him there, you oblivious dumbass? 

He groans and buries his head in his hands. 

“Is something wrong, Roman?” the math teacher asks. “Do you need help?” Yes, but not the help you can give me, Roman thinks. He takes a breath and fixes a dazzling smile on. 

“No, Mrs. Perry, I’m doing fine! Thank you for your offer of assistance, however!” he exclaims in his usual lyrical way. Roman always makes an effort to seem like he’s reading off a script, especially one where there’s a heroic prince he can play. It always makes him feel better when he plays a part. Then, Roman can imagine that he is the character. The same qualities, traits, life, everything. 

He can ignore how stupid he is and pretend he’s a brave, dashing prince. The princes in stories would never have the problems Roman’s been having. 

Mrs. Perry walks off, rolling her eyes, not without fondness, and Roman turns back to his math. Shoving his mind out of fantasy, he tries to solve the problems. It seems like he’s gotten nowhere by the time the bell rings. Throwing his paper into his bag, he hurries out of the room. 

“Heya, Roman!” Patton Hart, his best friend, calls through the throng of people. Roman slows down so Patton can catch up. “How ya doing?”

“Uhh, Patton, I am a disaster!” Roman proclaims. “You’ll never guess what happened this morning!”

“Oh no! What did you do this time?” Patton asks jokingly as they enter the classroom. History is one of the few classes they have together, so they always walk from fifth period there. 

“I was telling a story, a great one, mind you, and knocked over a poor, innocent student!” Roman throws down his bag next to his seat and plops into the hard plastic chair. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was who I hit!” Pausing for dramatic effect, Roman finishes, “It was Virgil! I knocked over Virgil Tempest!”

Patton’s mouth forms a small ‘o’. He starts to laugh, but after seeing how embarrassed Roman is, he stops and places a hand on his shoulder. “What did he say?”

“Nothing much. Just some mumble-jumble. But now I can’t stop thinking about him! I didn’t get a single thing done in math! It’s terrible, Patton. My entire life is all going to go downhill from here! I’ll become ineligible for the play because I’m failing all my classes! I won’t be able to graduate, and then I’ll have to work.” He shudders. “That’s it! I’m done for. I’ll never accomplish anything!” He collapses back against the chair for dramatic effect. He knows he’s being very extra, but honestly, what else does anyone expect at this point? He’s Roman Princeford, after all. 

If only I were the brave, loud, daring person the whole school thinks I am.

“Woah, woah, woah there buddy!” Patton comforts. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. You aren’t going to fail high school. You just gotta tell him how you feel! Then you won’t have to worry about it anymore!”

Roman looks at Patton in shock.

“Tell him how I feel?” Patton nods, encouraging. Roman sits back up. “And make a fool of myself yet again? No thank you! He hates me, you know that! I’d be better off flunking high school! How could I look into those beautiful brown eyes in that beautiful face and tell him I had a crush on him! Impossible, I say! Impossible!” He throws out his hands, but then remembers that the exact same movement started this whole thing. Quickly, his hands fall back to his sides.

Patton chuckles. “It’s not as hard as you think, Ro-ro! You’ll do great. And I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.” Roman sighs. “Hey, why don’t you—”

“Boys in the back,” the history teacher says, shooting a look at Roman and Patton, “it’s time for class. Pay attention please.” They both nod at turn away from each other and towards the board. 

Roman doesn’t pay attention to a single word of the lecture. All he can think about is Virgil’s freckles and his eyes and his lips and his laugh, which Roman had only heard briefly while walking past him but loved nonetheless. How come I’ve never noticed that Virgil had freckles before? he wonders. Goddammit, is that boy just going to keep getting more and more amazing? 

Roman chuckles to himself, thinking, Oh my god, I’m so gay. Deciding he should probably start listening to what the teacher is saying, he shoves any and all thoughts of Virgil from his mind and fills the gaps with information about the buildup to World War 1.  

After class, Patton rushes up to him. He pulls Roman to the side of the hallway in a little nook where the row of lockers end. 

“After school, you should come with me to this coffee shop,” Patton says, a little smile on his face. Roman knows that smile. He’s up to no good. 

“Why?” His voice rises with suspicion at the end of the word. 

“My lab partner, Logan Wise, you know him, said that we should meet up to work on our project after school.” A blush rises to Patton’s cheeks causing Roman to smirk as he figures it out. 

“Someone’s got a cru-ush,” Roman teases, voice sing-songy and laughing. 

“That’s not the point,” Patton says, blushing even harder. 

“Fine.” Roman lowers his voice to a whisper. “But you can’t hide it from me. I’m the love whisperer, remember?” Throughout their years of high school, Roman had been responsible for setting up many couples. It’s gotten to a point where almost every day, he has someone walk up to him, asking him to help set them up with whoever their crush happens to be. 

“Well, maybe I have a crush, but so do you. And you do know who Logan’s best friend is, right?” Patton responds, that same mischievous smile. Roman chuckles, looking around in a fond mix of exasperation and amusement. 

“Virgil,” he finally says. Patton’s smile grows wider. “Look, I told you. I can’t talk to him. I’ll just make a fool of myself!”

“Fine,” Patton says. “Suit yourself.” He pats Roman on the shoulder and starts to walk away. Before he’s completely out of sight, he turns and yells, “Just think about it, okay?” Roman rolls his eyes at his friend’s shameless attempts to set him up and heads to choir. 

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Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Roman shuts his locker with a bang. He joins the flood of people heading towards the front doors. He spills out of the school and heads towards his car. Once he’s only a few yards away, he unlocks the doors and dumps his things inside the passenger door. After waving to a few other kids on their way out that he knows, he gets into the driver’s side.

Alone, finally, Roman allows himself to drop the fake smile. Ugh, you goddamn idiot. How did you not notice him there? Now he hates you even more. Good going, Roman! Love whisperer, yeah right.

If only I could just talk to him…

Shoving his embarrassment and frustration aside, he starts the car and pulls out of the school, heading home. His route home winds its way through the downtown streets. Roman is so used to driving the same streets, he’s startled to notice something unordinary. 

A few cars ahead of him is Patton’s silver car. What is he doing over here? Patton lives on the opposite side of downtown as Roman, and while the town is relatively small, it’s still strange. Roman is sure he’s never seen Patton drive this way home before. 

Turning onto 4th Street, Roman watches Patton, now directly ahead of him, park in an open spot in front of one of the little shops lining the street. The sign above says “The Sanders Cafe” in swirly cursive lettering. A decal of a little cupcake sitting next to a cup of coffee accompanies it. 

Oh, right, Roman remembers. Patton and Logan were meeting up to work on their chemistry thingy. 

And Virgil is probably going to be there. No matter how much he tries to block the thought, it still shows up. Roman has tried to get Virgil out of his mind, but it never works. He always pops up when Roman least expects it. Frankly, Roman finds it quite frustrating. 

Lost in thought, Roman turns one intersection too early. “I guess I’ll just go around the block,” he sighs. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to crashing when he got home. The detour would only cost about 5 minutes but still. Annoying.

Roman’s phone buzzes in the center console while he’s waiting to turn back onto 4th Street, the one with the cafe on it. One quick glance down at it tells Roman it’s from Patton. Checking the road to make sure he has the time, he looks back to read what it says. 

“Patton…” he groans. 

“I think you should come to the cafe with me. I’m waiting outside. Just give it a chance, kiddo!” reads the text message. However much Roman would like to deny it, he does want to go with Patton. On impulse, he finds a parking spot and pulls in. Patton is parked a few spots down, still sitting in his car. He hasn’t noticed Roman yet, and Roman’s glad for that. 

“Come on, Roman,” he says, trying to give himself a pep talk. “Think about what a prince would do. He’d charge in there without a second thought. It wouldn’t matter what would happen because it would be in the name of love. You got this. What’s the worst that could happen, besides Virgil hating the sight of you so much he instantly fights you the second he sees you and you lose and have to go to the hospital and become the laughing stock of the school because while under anesthesia you admit your feelings for Virgil and now everyone knows and—”

A knock on the driver’s side window cuts Roman’s worrying off. When Roman looks up, he sees Patton’s grinning face. The other boy waves enthusiastically and gives him a thumbs up. 

You got this. Be a prince, Roman. It’s in your name, after all. Taking a deep breath and clenching his fists in determination, Roman grabs his phone off the console and double checks to make sure he has his wallet. 

Patton practically assaults him the moment he steps outside the car, talking in a rapid stream of words, but Roman can’t hear anything over the ever-increasing beating of his heart. They walk up to the front door, Patton ahead of Roman, still rambling about something from foods class. 

The moment they walk in, the little silver bell dinging above them, Roman forgets all his worries because there Virgil is, sitting in a booth with another boy, — Logan, probably — his hair falling in front of his face, teeth gnawing on his lip in concentration and Oh god, that boy is beautiful. 

And then Virgil looks up at them, and Roman swears he can feel his heart drop all the way to the ground.

[draggingthedregs]

as i said earlier, it is an ungodly length but i hope you can enjoy my late night, book-drunk opinions anyway!

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guess who just finished “ruin and rising”?

i’m seriously not okay. someone send help. i got lots of thoughts, none of which you are obligated to read but this seems like the best place to share.

oh and spoilers, duh.

for starters. woah.

i can’t say it was what i expected but i had known that what my heart really wanted was kinda far out of reach. the ending felt real and feasible, complete with love and loss.

in terms of “ruin and rising” alone, i think it was possibly the strongest of the three books. the pacing was good, nothing felt like it dragged on too long or went too fast for its own good. i think that was really important as well, considering the fact that there was always something going on. literally,, always. no one ever got a damn break.

mal’s “death” hurt me more then i had expected. which honestly leads back to one of my main gripes with this story. the love square (which i elaborate on later in this post, just hold on a bit). i’m not going to lie. i hated mal. through the middle of “siege and storm” up to page 168 of “ruin and rising” (and even then it was a long road from hate to crying over him). he was an ass, i think we can all admit that. for awhile there, i even jumped on the “fuck mal” train and had no plans to stop at any station anytime soon. for the longest time, the relationship with alina felt so fragile and forced, like the only reason it existed was because leigh had written it into existence. though, as i read on, i saw why it was so strained and saw the eventual resolution, which i will admit i was happy with. mal and alina, however annoying and troupe filled their personalities were, did develop as characters. and their relationship made some semblance of sense in the grand scheme of things. does that mean i forgive the “on-again-off-again”, “cold-shoulder”, “we-cant-be-together-in-this-lifetime” bullshit? no. does that mean i suddenly love mal? also, no. does that mean i ship them? ugh slightly. does that mean in a magical dream world where i got to chose what happened, they’d still end up together? impossible to say. BUT i can say, that they deserved each other. and i am happy that they got their peace together like they both always wanted (no matter how out of place it felt at any point), especially considering the fact that she literally had to kill him.

my dear dear darkling... i knew what fate awaited you and yet, when the time came... it hurt just the same.

okay,, that was a bit dramatic. but come on. leigh wrote a damn good villain with aleksander morozova. i meAN, thE lAYERS. he was a horrible person and yet, so many of us still love him. he killed for fun, manipulated no matter the cost, preyed upon the weak because he could, literally blinded his own mother and still! i can’t help but love him. there was so much human woven into his darkness. the moments of simple longing, of exhaustion, of loneliness. in all honesty, if there had been a way to humanize him, to erase or explain away his atrocities and have him just be aleksander again, i feel like i would do it. but, in the context of the story i do understand why it wasn’t possible. redemption for the darkling was off the table, no matter how much humanity still remained. but that’s what makes him such a good character. you want him to be different because you can see the good and all the potential for things to change, for them to rule ravka side by side, but at the same time, he’s the same man who is still actively creating more shadow demon creatures to eat whoever he wishes. you can’t resist him and that’s why he’s so wonderful, yet horrifying at the exact same time. (though don’t worry i am still a trash can and the darklina ship is still superior in the love square. again, i promise i will get there).

i feel like i have to talk about how much i loved the “secondary characters” (i struggle to call them that because they actually run this shit). i will say, at first, i hated zoya. i am not a big fan of the “mean girl” troupe or the “i’m-prettier-than-you-and-i-know-it” thing but... she really grew on me. i looked forward to zoyas comments and constant bitchiness, as did the characters in the books. and when she left the note and the blue kefta with alina in the epilogue,, oh god my heart. and the ragtag crew of grisha making up the remainder of the second army were amazing. their banter and dialogue were some of my favorite scenes to read in “ruin and rising” and i want books just filled with them and only them. david and genya deserve the damn world, adrik was so great, nadia and tamar are so precious, and i will miss harshaw’s weird ass more then you’ll ever know. don’t even get me started on misha and oncat. they are the true stars of this series, you cannot convince me otherwise. god i love them all so much, what a brilliant cast of characters. except the apparat. fuck the stupid ass apparat.

i know what you’re thinking. “you forgot nikolai.” no. i promise you, i most certainly did not. i just love him so much he gets his own chunk.

i mean, how could he not? he’s one of those rare, genuinely perfect characters that are impossible to not love. and i don’t mean perfect because he has no flaws or he’s written unnaturally, i mean perfect because of all of his flaws. he is arrogant and calculating, brash and unapologetic in his ways, but he’s also kind and caring, witty and charming and way too clever for his own good. i rooted for him more then i have ever rooted for someone in my entire life. he made everything ten times better. you can always count on his ass to pop up in a flying ship with a shiny pair of boots, a witty remark, a new plan, and too many ideas.

now, the important business... the ominous love square.

i think the words i used were “one of my main gripes with the story” which is true, but i think leads to a bigger issue with some of the characterization in the story. the “love square” was a term i thought of in relation to the many overlapping and confusing ships that center around alina (obviously being mal, the darkling, and nikolai). all of the ships were so entertwined and written over top of one another that there was no other way for me to describe it and the square seemed like a nice enough analogy. it just felt like way too much on everybody’s plates.

i love nikolai and alinas friendship. i mean, LOVED it. because i loved it so much, i found the little nods to a ship odd and unnecessary. their story line was very focused on the fact that ravka would need a king and queen, hence the scene where he gives her the emerald and all but proposes right then and there. however, that scene would have made scene and carried the same weight had there not been the splashes of romance both before and after. now, i understand why people ship them. and honestly, if under different circumstances, i probably could’ve and would’ve shipped them myself. they would have had one of the best marriages in a society where you didn’t get to marry for love. but it just made everything more complicated. people would’ve speculated on a ship had there been no kisses or pining, soley based on the possibility of a marriage and because of their close friendship so, why was the canon addition of it necessary? i just couldn’t get behind it when i loved their platonic relationship so much and when there were two stronger and more developed ships, waging war in the background.

now, my final bone to be picked... let’s be real for a second, alina in “shadow and bone” sucked. she was annoying and had no personality beyond being a sad, lonely, orphan in the darklings sparkly new grisha world. though i will say, in the later two books, i grew to like her. her character development did its job and i actually think she grew to be a pretty good protagonist. she did her best with the cards she was dealt and i think she did really well. however, her inability to pick a boy constantly bothered me. after being in love with her best friend for literal years, she is really ready to be be the first lady of the second army. and yes. sure you could justify it. she wasn’t getting letters in return, she’d been away for months, she was adapting to her new life, the darkling made her feel seen and wanted which is all a very new feeling to her. but then she goes right back to mal after he makes a confession that he didn’t realize he loved or needed her until she was gone for months (this was one of my biggest problems with mal. my problem only grew when he spent the entirety of “siege and storm” being a dick. but like i said,, we have reconcilied. we are fine now). there were times throughout the series where i genuinely didn’t understand why they were together, why i liked them together, or why i even wanted them to end the series together. alina even asks mal at the end of “ruin and rising” if there entire relationship was based solely on the fact that mal was the last amplifier and the fact that she even had to ask really says something. was their entire romance because of the amplifier? was it because of the “we-are-just-meant-to-be-together” thing? or was there actual chemistry? i really couldn’t tell sometimes. and the darklina ship was even more twisty and winding. he went from telling her deep dark secrets because he wanted to hear the girl he loved say his name to literally threatening everyone she loves because he wants her weak and all to himself. like,, whAt? (again,, layers) and don’t even get me started on the darkling and alina apparition interactions. those were a wild fucking ride. i felt like i was getting manipulated along with the both of them in those. but maybe that was the point of the darkling and alinas relationship. it was supposed to be so horrible yet so electric that you couldn’t pull away. but i doubt the same was meant to be said for mal and alina.

now i feel like i may be coming off in the wrong way. i loved more about this series then i didn’t. but me gushing about every fine detail and conversation that made my heart melt wouldn’t make for the most interesting read, if it was even coherent. all in all, i think it’s safe to say the grisha trilogy is great. does that mean it doesn’t have flaws? of course not. does that mean the flaws outweigh the good and the actual point of the story? absolutely not. my small complaints about a few things really do not take always from the fact that i love this series. i would love anything written by leigh bardugo, especially in the grishaverse.

if you’ve made it this far, that’s commitment. thank you brave soldier. don’t take anything i’ve said with anything more than a grain of salt. seriously. if this is your favorite series, don’t let my lil complaints ruin your day. because really, the good outweighs the bad here tenfold. i’m just a girl with a lot of opinions and a platform to share them at four am... it’s a dangerous game.

but, goodbye grisha trilogy. you have served me well and i will return to reread you soon. but for now i will do a lot of writing (i already have so many fic ideas brewing) and read all the fan fiction and tumblr posts i’ve been avoiding for fear of spoilers.

[rosedavid]

Crutches

So this one shot was inspired by a headcanon by @theobligatedklutz !! thank you for the inspiration to write this :) 

Summary: TJ supports Cyrus on his first day back after an injury.

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“I can’t decide if this is amusing or just plain sad,” Buffy comments with a snort as she watches.

TJ, who’s leaning up against the lockers beside her, huffs, “It’s not amusing. I mean, look at him. He so confused and helpless.”

Despite his response, his lips quirk as he watches Cyrus stumble through the halls like a baby giraffe taking his first steps. The crutches underneath his arms seem to be doing more harm than good as he attempts to pass through the crowded high school hallway toward his locker. Also, a casted foot and a heavy backpack are not a good combination. Cyrus appears to be teetering on unsteady foot as makes his way toward him. His tongue sticks out slightly as he concentrates on getting used to his new support system for the coming weeks.

Meanwhile, Buffy points at TJ with a triumphant smirk when she hears him chuckle under his breath. “You definitely find this amusing.”

“No, definitely not,” TJ protests, before giggling again as Cyrus nearly kicks someone with his cast. “Okay fine…maybe I find it a little bit amusing. But I also feel bad that he’s struggling!”

Buffy rolls her eyes, nudging him forward a bit. “Well then, boyfriend, what are you waiting for? Go be his knight in shining armor.”

TJ takes a few steps forward but then pauses and turns back toward Buffy. “Wait, why not you?”

“Please, we all know that if anyone else tried to help, you’d shoo them away with your protective glaring.”

“I don’t do that,” TJ debates.

“You’re doing it right now.”

TJ blinks a few times and rubs his eyes. His facial muscles loosen, mouth morphing back from a scowl to a normal, more relaxed position. Buffy reaches over and pats his shoulder.

“Better. Now go help Cyrus before he slips and breaks his other leg,” Buffy jokes, but there’s an underlying tone of worry in her voice. 

Although she would never admit it, TJ knows that the incident scared her. Unlike TJ, she was there when it happened and according to Cyrus is still dealing with feelings of guilt. Of course, Buffy being Buffy, she tends to cover it up with jokes. TJ recognizes her coping strategy because he does the same thing. Luckily, TJ also knows that Cyrus understands Buffy better than anyone, and he’ll definitely reassure her that she’s not at fault again the moment he sees her.

TJ makes his way up to Cyrus, who just barely manages to angle his crutches as to not have them land on TJ’s foot. TJ reaches out to steady him, smiling as Cyrus finally realizes who he walked into. Cyrus smiles back, albeit tiredly. Today is his first day back at school, and TJ knows that it’s been a rough adjustment the past few days. That combined with being thrust back into school is a lot to process. Cyrus puts on an energic façade, but beneath that sits a combination of pain, weariness, and frustration.

“Hey, you,” TJ greets with a soft tone, ducking down to kiss his forehead.

“Hi Teej,” Cyrus mumbles, leaning into his touch. “It’s good to see you again since last time I wasn’t feeling the best…”

“Are you sure you’re up for school today?” TJ worries, pulling back to inspect him.

Cyrus swats him away, “Yeah I’m okay, really. Just worn out, but I’m not as worn out as I would be if had to make up another day of schoolwork I missed. Honors Chemistry is a killer.”

“I get it, but just take it easy today, okay?”

“I thought I was supposed to be the worrier,” Cyrus teases, knocking his crutch against TJ’s front. TJ blushes, and Cyrus reaches forward unsteadily to grasp his hand. Of course, he soon finds out that was not a good idea as he careens into TJ, ending up with both giggling as TJ helps Cyrus right himself again.

“Well, let me be the worrier for today,” TJ decides. “And the first thing I’m worrying about is how unstable you are on your crutches. Let me take your backpack, it might help.”

Cyrus doesn’t put up a fight; instead, he seems grateful to get the heavy load off his back. He shrugs it off carefully as TJ takes it from him. Immediately, TJ realizes this was literally a huge weight of Cyrus’s back. His backpack weighs triple what TJ’s own bag weighs. He has no idea how Cyrus managed to carry that while on crutches, let alone how he can carry it on normal school days.

“Woah, that’s way better,” Cyrus mentions as they start slowly making their way to Cyrus’s locker.

TJ groans, “Yeah, I’m sure! What do you have in here, boulders?!”

“Textbooks. And notebooks. And folders. And an emergency pair of shoes.”

TJ raises an eyebrow. “I’d ask about that last one, but I’m not sure I want to know.”

“It’s a long series of stories for another time. Right now, we need to hurry and get to my locker because the first bell is about to ring.”

Sure enough, TJ glances at the watch on Cyrus’s wrist and sees that they don’t have much time. They hobble over to Cyrus’s locker as quick as they can. TJ takes out some unnecessary books and puts others in. At this point, he doesn’t even have to ask what books Cyrus needs; he already has Cyrus’s schedule memorized.

Just then, the first bell rings, signaling that it’s time to head to class. Fortunately, Cyrus’s class is down this same hallway. Unfortunately, TJ’s is on the opposite end of the school. Cyrus knows this, and stares up at him with concern.

“You need to get to class, Teej, don’t worry about me,” Cyrus reassures him.

TJ shrugs, slinging Cyrus’s backpack over one shoulder, his backpack over the other. “It’s just one tardy. I think I can handle it to help my wounded boyfriend to class.”

“My hero,” Cyrus jokes, sealing it with a kiss on the cheek. “Now, let’s go. With my speed right now, we’ll barely make it to the end of the hallway before the bell rings.”

TJ knows he’s joking, but he also honestly wouldn’t be surprised if that ended up coming true, especially if TJ wasn’t there to help him out. As it turns out, it only takes a little longer than normal to drop Cyrus off at his class. He promises to come and meet Cyrus to walk him to his next class, as well, not listening to Cyrus’s protests.

“I want to help,” TJ said, “I can’t do anything else, so just let me do this. Please.”

And Cyrus caved, obviously, which lead to TJ being late to his first class like he expected. It was worth it, of course. Besides, he didn’t get punished his teacher anyway, only a strict glance and a warning.

As promised, the minute the bell rings signaling the end of first period, TJ races across the school to meet Cyrus at his classroom. What he finds, however, is Cyrus already up and struggling through the hallways, frustration evident on his face.

“What are you doing? I told you I’d meet you,” TJ asks, going to take Cyrus’s backpack from him again. What he doesn’t expect is the revolt from Cyrus as he yanks his backpack closer to his body.

“I shouldn’t need help,” Cyrus snaps, tottering on his crutches.

TJ is confused at Cyrus’s sudden change of attitude. Sure, he seemed tired and frustrated this morning, but now it’s like a whole new Cyrus walked out of the room.

“You’re hurt,” TJ points out. “There’s no shame in needing help when you’re hurt.”

“But I don’t just need help,” Cyrus explains angrily. “It’s like I can’t do anything by myself on these stupid sticks! At least most people can manage to walk around on their crutches in a few days, but I still can’t even do that.”

TJ tugs him off to the side of the hallway. “Where is all this coming from, Cy?” He questions gently, placing his hand so it rests on top of Cyrus’s own.

Cyrus huffs. “I don’t know! I just—I should be the one helping other people, but I can’t do that when I’m like this. I feel completely useless.”

“I know,” TJ comforts, “but sometimes you’re the one who needs to be helped, and that’s okay. Besides, you can still help in other ways. You can still give advice, and you give great advice. Sure, maybe you can’t actively help someone, but you can still be there, and that’s the most important thing.”

At this point, Cyrus seems to be calming down. Now, he just appears more tired, eyes drooping and shoulders relaxing after the tension gathered up in them before. The hallway is nearly empty now, and the bell rings for the next class, but neither of them pay any mind, even Cyrus who’s always worried about his attendance.

“You’re right,” Cyrus finally stutters out. “I’m sorry for blowing up at you. I just hate this.”

“Yeah, but you’ll get better at the crutches, and eventually you’ll heal. But until then, all of us will be here to help you out. Let us help you, Cyrus, for real.”

Cyrus bites his lip. “Are you sure? I mean, I already made you late to two classes today.”

“And I’ve done a lot worse, but you still stuck by me. I’m sure, Underdog.”

Finally, they make their way to Cyrus’s class, stumbling in at least five minutes late. The teacher throws them an upset look before spotting that Cyrus is now sporting a pair of crutches. Before TJ can head to his next class, Cyrus makes sure to ask the teacher to write him a pass for being late. TJ smiles at him thankfully before heading to his own class.

Later, during lunch, the group meets each other at the same table as usual in the cafeteria. Cyrus takes up nearly an entire side with his casted leg elevated atop the bench. TJ sits on the other side of his cast, inspecting his toes peaking out from the bottom. After Cyrus’s release of anger earlier, he seems much better. Even between classes, he seemed lighter and happier for TJ to escort him. Also, TJ knows that him chatting with his friends during lunch will drastically help to improve his mood any day.

“Have you gotten an itch under the cast that you can’t scratch yet? That’s the worst.” Jonah wonders from the other side of the table.

“I hadn’t even thought about, but now that I have, I’m unbearably itchy,” Cyrus groans. “This is awful! I’ve only had this stupid cast for a few days, but it feels like months! How am I going to deal with this for so long?”

Marty grimaces, “It sucks, man, not gonna like. I broke my arm when I was in elementary school and it felt like forever.”

“So true,” Jonah nods in agreement. “My broken arm was in a cast for like, all of 2nd grade.”

“Ugh, this isn’t making me feel better!” Cyrus complains, gaining him a look of sympathy from all the members of the table.

Suddenly, TJ gets a great idea. “I know what will make you feel better. We’ll sign our names on your cast.”

Buffy frowns. “Isn’t that something little kids do?”

“Well, I guess, but why not? At least it might make Cyrus feel better,” TJ shrugs, already digging around his mess of a backpack for a sharpie.

“Are you good with this, Cyrus?” Buffy asks.

Cyrus nods, “Why not? What harm could it do? I just have to make sure to get Andi and Amber to sign it sometime, too, so it’s complete.”

The group of friends gather around him, taking turns passing the marker between them. Jonah goes first, writing his name with a classic smiley face beside it. Marty writes “Feel better, bro,” with a fancy signature beneath it (He only added on “From the Party” after much begging from everyone, including Cyrus). Buffy, of course, signs her name huge, taking up almost all of the cast, causing everyone to laugh. Finally, it’s TJ’s turn. He wants to write something sweet and meaningful, but not too sappy as it’s something that will be on display to everyone. He debates about just writing his name with a little heart, but it doesn’t feel like enough. He needs to write some sort of message to convey his feelings. After much debating, he settles on something, finishing it off with his original plan of his initials and a heart beside them. Cyrus strains down to see what he wrote.

“Niceberg?! TJ, seriously?” Cyrus exclaims. Buffy bursts into uncontrollable laughter.

“I couldn’t think of anything else to say!” TJ defends himself, hoping that Cyrus isn’t mad about it.

“You know what they say, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all,” Jonah pipes up, earning a slightly annoyed look from TJ.

Cyrus giggles at TJ, taking the marker from him and capping it. “You’re ridiculous. Good thing I like you just a little.”

“Just a little? Is that what you think of me, Goodman? I’m hurt.”

“I’m the one on crutches!”

Buffy interrupts them with a fake gag. “Please, stop flirting. My ears can’t take it anymore.”

Cyrus catches her eye, and they beam at each other. TJ has a feeling that they must have talked during one of the shared classes and sorted things out. It’s a good thing, too, because Cyrus would be even more down in the dumps if his best friend was feeling bad.

A wince from Cyrus interrupts their bantering. TJ immediately goes to his side, touching his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Cyrus nods with a grimace, “I’m fine, just a bit sore. Need to take my pain meds before I forget.”

He goes to move, but TJ prevents him from doing anything. “I’ll get your pills out for you.”

“And I’ll get you some lunch with something to help swallow them,” Buffy decides, dragging Marty along with her toward the lunch line. Now, Cyrus and TJ are left with only Jonah, who smiles at them.

“I’m not really sure what I could do without my guitar…” Jonah jokes, “but I could entertain you with the story of when I broke my arm.”

Cyrus looks incredibly grateful for the help, business of the school day catching up to him. He rests his head on his palm, ready to listen to Jonah’s story intently. TJ finds himself curious about the story, as well. After getting out Cyrus’s medicine for him, he sits down and listens to Jonah’s recount of his broken arm. TJ doesn’t know what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t what Jonah told them.

“How do you break your arm going down a slide?” TJ wonders, just as Buffy and Marty are returning to the table.

“Wait, what—Jonah broke his arm going down a slide?!” Buffy gasps as she drops the lunch tray in front of Cyrus. “I have to hear more about this.”

The rest of lunch the group spends laughing together at Jonah’s misfortunes. Marty also shares his broken arm experience, although it’s much less interesting than Jonah’s story. The best part about it all is that Cyrus is finally perking up from his frustrated, down mood before. He’s smiling and laughing just as much as ever.

And when Cyrus goes to sleep that night, leg uncomfortable and annoying, he looks down at the signature filled cast with warmth in his heart, and he’s finally able to drift off into a comfortable sleep.

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[anchoredtether]

Title: A Hacking Mess

Author/Artist: AnchoredTether

Rating: T [mild swearing, graphic depictions of violence]

Pairings: Plance [Lance x Pidge]

Series: Harmonious Conjunction

Chapter: 3/?

Summary: After discovering a secret (or not so secret?) talent of Lance’s, Pidge finds herself realizing how little she actually knows about her longtime obnoxiously flirty teammate. She thought she had Lance figured out, but the more she learns the more she realizes the complexity of the Blue Paladin’s personality. It turns out her curiosity just might be the death of her.

Timeline: Takes place after the end of season 5

CHAPTER 03 ][ A HACKING MESS

Pidge entirely forgot about looking at her Garrison files. For the next few days she was distracted by remaining low-key as she tried to find out when Lance showered so she could listen to him sing. Not stalkerish at all, Pidge, she reprimanded herself, knowing full well that it was an incredibly weird thing to do. Knowing her teammate's hygienic schedule was nothing short of creepy, but her intentions were good-hearted. It surprised her just how much she missed Earth music, and Lance had a surprisingly good taste in it. She kind of expected him to like rap or those popular trashy songs about sex, but he had a much more interesting palette of musical taste. She also couldn't help the stalker behavior because of how lovely his voice was, and she was intrigued all the quiznaking quintant.

And it turned out Lance had a strictly rigid hygienic schedule. Pidge was surprised he had never complained before about not being able to shower at his usual time or having access to washing his face when they were in the middle of a mission. With how much attention and care he put into keeping himself clean and pampered, Pidge was confused at how he had yet to throw a fit when his vanity needs couldn't be met.

She was on her way to sneak into the bathroom to listen to Lance sing when she rounded a corner and bumped into Keith.

"Sorry." He said, eyes widened ever so slightly.

"No it's my fault, I should have watched where I was..." She looked Keith up and down. "Why are you in your Marmora armor?"

Keith looked hesitant, but not in a way that looked like he was sneaking out without permission. He looked more embarrassed and Pidge couldn't recall ever seeing him like that. "I have a uh... meeting. With the Blade of Marmora. They wanted to talk some things over."

"At this hour?" Pidge knew that time in space was relative, but for the Paladins aboard the Castle it was late in the evening. She knew Keith wouldn't leave at such a weird time without informing the whole team unless it was important. Lance may have piloted the Red Lion now, but Keith was still just as much a part of the team. He was still the Red Paladin, always would be.

She raised a brow in disbelief. "What are you really up to?"

"Could ask the same of you." Keith said bluntly. "I've seen you do a lot of precarious sneaking around the bathroom at night."

She swallowed. She wasn't expecting Keith of all people to notice... but if he had been sneaking out as well, perhaps their paths crossed more than once and Pidge never noticed until she literally bumped into him. "This isn't your first... 'meeting' this late at night, is it?"

Now Keith swallowed. They were both pointing proverbial daggers at each other, wanting to know the truth without revealing their own secret. Instead of trying to deny her question (which was an answer all on its own), he asked, "But seriously what are you doing around the bathrooms that is so... suspicious???"

Pidge sighed, admitting defeat. "I swear, Keith, it's not like I'm secretly doing drugs in the girls bathroom." She lightly grabbed his arm and dragged him a few more feet till they stood in front of the communal bathroom door. She looked at him and motioned a finger to her lips for him to be quiet, then lead him into the bathroom, the door closing behind them. Sure enough, Lance was singing.

Anything you say can and will be held against you So only say my name If heaven's grief brings hell's rain Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) For just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) For just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) For just one yesterday

Keith's expression was a mix of awe and confusion. A hint of pride flushed through Pidge's chest when she heard Lance singing multiple parts to the song for Keith to hear, which she still had no idea how he could possibly pull off so nicely. She quickly pulled Keith back out into the hall before he could speak, waiting for the bathroom doors to close until she spoke. "I know it sounds weird. But I sneak in there when Lance is showering so I can listen to him. I never thought I'd miss music so much. Earth music, that is."

"I... never knew that about Lance." Keith blinked a few times. "I take it he doesn't know? About you sneaking in there?"

"No... I think the night I first heard him he was singing louder than usual because as you can tell you can barely hear him unless you go inside."

"And we all know to avoid taking showers anytime near Lance since he steals all the hot water."

"Oh... that would explain why the showers are always busy in the mornings." She blinked rapidly, clearing her mind as she focused back on the dilemma at hand. "Alright, you can't tell anyone, especially Lance."

"I won't. But why don't you just tell him?"

"Right! Hey Lance, you have a beautiful voice and I've been stalking you ever since I accidentally heard it, do you mind if I sit outside your shower stall and listen to you? Because that will go over just peachy."

Keith shrugged. "Guys prefer to be straightforward."

"Fine, then be straightforward with me. What are you up to?" Pidge crossed her arms defiantly. "I spilled, now it's your turn. I'll keep it secret, so long as you keep mine."

He made a face as if to say what did I just get myself into?, let out an exhale and obliged. "I'm catching up with my mother."

"Oh, of course, you're catching up with your mo- with your WHAT-?!?!?"

"SHHH, geez." Keith looked around in paranoia as if all the Paladins would poke their heads around the corner any second. "I... kind of met her on my last mission. So we've been... getting to know each other."

Pidge could feel tears threatening to make an appearance as she looked up at Keith to find genuine joy in his eyes. "Keith... that's... that's amazing. I'm so happy for you!" Suddenly her demeanor changed as she spoke faster in excitement. "What's she like? Does she look like you? Is she tall? Are her eyes yellow? Did you fight her? Does she fight well? Does she like knives as much as you do?"

"Woah woah, slow down Pidge!" He gently grabbed her shoulders, leaning in slightly to speak softly. "I... barely know her. That's why we're having these secret meetings. It... wouldn't go over well for some of the team if they found out."

She frowned but understood. Allura was distrusting of the Galra, Shiro would probably lecture Keith about leaving the team to spend time with someone they couldn't yet trust, and the whole team in general was on edge with the recent dealings with Lotor. It would cause Keith a lot of grief if anyone found out, but all he wanted was to get to know his mother. "I get it. Just be careful, okay? I'll cover for you if the need ever arises."

Keith stepped back and crossed his arms with a crooked smile. "Same. Although your situation might be a little harder to figure out a cover for..."

Pidge laughed. "It's a deal. Now get out of here, before she wonders if you've died or something."

His smile grew slightly bigger, his voice quiet, "Thanks Pidge."

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Her interaction with Keith cut into her listening-to-Lance-sing time (that sounded just as weird in her head), so Pidge decided to book it back to her bedroom instead of taking the risk of walking into the bathroom and possibly running into Lance. It was still way too early for her bedtime so she sat on the floor of her cluttered room and whipped out her laptop to do some digging.

Back on Earth she hacked into the Garrison's records in several failed attempts to find out more information concerning Kerberos. She downloaded everything in hopes that perhaps normal files held bits of information or encrypted data, which meant she had every student's record on her laptop. Pulling up the command prompt to search the many folders of Garrison files, she typed in Lance McClain and hit enter.

Several files pulled up but after a quick assessment she determined which file was his main record and opened it. Her golden hues were illuminated bright cerulean from her screen as she glanced over the text, looking for something that would stand out as Lance's... whatever it was that made him more than what Pidge thought him to be.

"SHUT. UP." Her jaw dropped when she saw something that simultaneously made her blood boil and her stomach flutter with butterflies. There were a number of aptitude tests for various areas of study in the Garrison entrance exam, most of them being science related. It was, after all, a school for space cadets. One had to know physics, chemistry, technology, biology, the list went on. Pidge scored incredibly high on all things science and math related, but there was an aptitude test in particular she struggled with and its difficulty infuriated her. Lance's score on this test was phenomenally high. Doing a quick search she learned that Lance was the twelfth highest score in the history of Garrison students to have ever taken it.

The Inductive Reasoning test.

It was an aptitude test that measured abstract reasoning, the ability to see patterns and work flexibly with unfamiliar information. All the tests were timed, but the Inductive Reasoning test was timed for each individual question. It was remarkably stressful, even for a genius like herself. To see Lance with a wicked score of 457 practically made her jealous. Ignoring the anomaly of his Inductive Reasoning score, she looked at his other test scores to see most of them were pretty average, some barely scraping the passing line, save for the Verbal Reasoning test which also had a higher score than Pidge.

"So you're inhumanly good at making logical decisions under pressure - who would've thought - and you're good with language skills...and... oh. You speak four languages???" Pidge had never heard him speak anything other than English. She knew he was from Cuba so she figured he knew Spanish as well, but he also knew Portuguese and Arabic? She knew those languages wouldn't have been listed under his profile unless he was fluent enough in all of them to hold a conversation with a stranger. It was no wonder he picked up on Altean terms so quickly. And here Pidge was, being Italian and not even knowing the language. Granted, her grandparents were from Italy while she and her parents lived in America, but she still felt lame for not learning a language she was strongly familiar with while Lance was busy being quadrilingual. If coding counted as a foreign language then she knew a lot more than Lance... but that didn't exactly count.

She wasn't surprised to see his athletic scores were all top notch, or that his shooting proficiency was the third highest ranking of his class. And even though there wasn't a "psychological profiling" test of any kind, Pidge already knew he excelled at such. It made her idly wonder why he hit on every woman imaginable. If he could profile people with ease, she figured he would have more of a selective pallet or type. Lance was full of contradictions and Pidge didn't know what to make of any of it.

She sighed, realizing how little she knew about him. They had only known each other for a year at the Garrison before leaving into space with the discovery of the Blue Lion, but she thought she had him figured out. They weren't tight by any means, but she still saw him as a friend - which was saying something considering Pidge at that time could count the number of friends she had on her hand. She was closer to Hunk at the Garrison but she still saw Lance equally as her teammate, even if he annoyed her most of the time, and Lance was mutually kind to her. He still saw her as a boy at that time though... knowing now what she did about Lance it confused her as to why he was the only one completely shocked to find out she was a girl. It was hard for her to discern whether their friendship grew deeper after her gender reveal or if it was simply because of their time together as Paladins of Voltron. Either way, they were much closer now than they were at the Garrison.

"One of these days I'll figure you out." Pidge said determinedly to Lance's cadet photo on her screen. She loved solving problems, and boy, was Lance McClain a complex puzzle just waiting to be solved.

[thepenisparker]

OBSCURE ◍ PETER PARKER X READER

description:

“do i even matter to you anymore? just answer me that.”

“…you don’t.”

pairing:

MCU!PETER PARKER/SPIDERMAN X READER

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table of contents:

one.         two.      three.          four.           five.            six.            tbc

four.

Waiting for 6 o'clock was agonizing. (Y/N) had an alarm set on her phone. The moment it went off she grabbed all her things and ran out of her room, stopping only to grab her backpack off the counter.

"Woah, slow down tiger." (Y/N)'s mom slowed her down, "Where are you going in such a rush?"

"Mr. Delmars, I just need to start my homework." (Y/N) explained.

"I've never seen you so excited to do homework, why you have a friend coming? A boy?" She guessed, (Y/N) hesitated and swallowed, "A boy! Is he cute? Oh, I'm going in tonight sooner than I thought. It's okay, I won't embarrass you."

"Mom, seriously don't. Please. He's the like the first friend I made at school, I don't want him to think I'm lame already." (Y/N) begged, knowing she couldn't kick her mom out of her own work.

"I won't, what did I say?" Her mom said, flicking her eyes down to her shoes, "You better clean those shoes off before your dad gets home. And your dad's not going to be happy if he finds out you're out with a boy late."

"K." (Y/N) shrugged, looking at the dirt that's piled up on her shoes.

"I'm serious." Her mom said, putting her hands on the table, "Look, I know that since your dad and I ended our separation it's been hard for you. Especially with the move, this new apartment, new school... but he is trying. For the first time in a long time. Please just-"

"I get it, mom." (Y/N) said, giving her a half smile and shrugging the other strap of her backpack on.

"Sometimes it doesn't seem like you do." Mrs. (Y/LN) said.

"I'm gonna go do my homework." She walked past her and left the apartment.

Running down the steps she made loud thuds. She really honestly didn't like her dad as much as she wanted to. She was glad that her parents got back together, another step next having a normal life. But it never felt right now that it has happened, he was angrier now than when she remembered. She got to Mr. Delmars soon after, since it was just across the street.

"Miss. (Y/L/N), glad you could make it. Where's your mother?" Mr. Delmar welcomed her.

"She's coming down soon." (Y/N) responded, putting her stuff at a table with 2 chairs.

"Good. I need to tell her about Mr. Parker that came in with you today." Mr. Delmar laughed.

"She already figured it out." (Y/N) said, her face going red.

"Parents always know, I know my daughters got a crush on someone before she even shuts the door. That's how I knew the moment I saw you two walking past my window." Mr. Delmar said, proud of himself.

"How long have you known him?" (Y/N) asked.

"Long enough to know you deserve better." Mr. Delmar said leaning on his counter, "Mr. Parker's a great kid, but these past few months the kids gotten cocky, never focuses on anything. But what do I know? I just make his lunch every day."

"Is it okay that I invited him to help me do my homework later?" (Y/N) asked, a little disappointed in the answer to her last question.

"As long as the two of you aren't touching at all, and I'm hearing homework talk." Mr. Delmar huffed and went back to cleaning.

"You got it." (Y/N) huffed, not that she would touch Peter, she'd be way to scared for that.

Starting her calculus homework, (Y/N) found herself in a trance. Thinking about Peter. She couldn't help herself, trying her best to snap out of it because she had only known him a day. Barely. Like 3/4 of a day.

She just wanted to know more about him. Who he was, what he was like. It had been a long time since she had gotten this excited over a boy.

After a while (Y/N) checked her phone. 6:12 PM.

Time had never moved slower while she waited for a blue sweater to walk in the door of this gross sandwich shop, in a horrible neighborhood, and learn about physics and chemistry. She started to wonder if Peter would actually come.

Little did she know, Peter was there. Just not there-there. He was across the street, looking in the sandwich shop window from a rooftop. She looked so pretty, he could tell that she had brushed her hair and thrown on some makeup to cover up her bruised nose.

Peter couldn't believe it. Could she really have a crush on him? Or it was more likely just her wanting to have a friend so badly after being new. He decided to treat it that way until proven otherwise. But a girl hadn't liked him since kindergarten, so finding out what "otherwise" meant was going to be really hard.

He heard something. Breaking and mumbling of men walking into the ATM across from the sandwich shop.

 Finally something interesting.

It was then that (Y/N) heard loud noises in her left ear. Then big flashes of light came about, forcing her to turn her head. Some guy in a red and blue jumpsuit and a mask was fighting off these guys in Avengers mask in the ATM across the street.

"Mr. Delmar!" She got up immediately, alarmed at the sight. She never really saw this kind of stuff.

"What-" Mr. Delmar came out, slightly annoyed until he saw what (Y/N) was pointing to. He'd lived in Queens for a few years now, he knows what happens when weapons like that enter New York.

"Who is that?" (Y/N) asked, blinking her eyes a few times. Seeing the guy in the jumpsuit jump from edge to edge of the bank, more defending himself than anything.

"Spiderman, don't you watch YouTube?" Mr. Delmar rolled his eyes, his phone dialed and to his ear. He saw the weapon used on Spiderman now, it made him hover in the air, up and down, up and-

"(Y/N), get in the back now. Go into the closet and shut the door, I need you to hide." Mr. Delmar pointed, concerned for what that other gun might do.

"What? Why?" (Y/N) asked,  squinting.

"Now, please!" Mr. Delmar rushed, the 911 operator finally picking up, "Hi, yeah, uh, Spiderman is fighting the Avengers in the bank on 22nd street?"

(Y/N) heard Mr. Delmar speaking through the door. She waited there, wanting to know what might happen until reality was quick to tell her. The whole building shook, causing her to fall over and hit her head on the shelf next to her in the closet, her butt landing in a bucket. Soon the smell of smoke snuck its way under the crevice of the door.

"Mr. Delmar!"

Spiderman looked over, seeing the explosion of the Deli Shop and his heart dropped. Seeing where once he was looking over to find comfort in (Y/N) doing her homework, her spot now filled with flames. He completely forgot about the robbers surrounding him. He ran as fast as he could, jumping over the fallen part of building and into the shop.

"(Y/N)!" Peter yelled, he jumped over the counter, "Mr. Delmar! Hello? Is anybody in here?"

Mr. Delmar was under the back counter, trying to avoid any of the falling debris. Spiderman reached his hand down to bring Mr. Delmar out.

"C'mon, let's get you out of here, sir." He said, "Is anyone else here?"

Just then a yell came from behind the closed door of the janitors closet. There was a fire just outside the door where the oven had fallen over and caught fire. Inside, (Y/N) had tried grabbing the door handle in an attempt to free herself. The burning door handle had given quite the burn to the nerves on (Y/N)'s hand.

Peter jumped into action, jumping over the flames and calling to (Y/N) on the other side to back away from the door. He ripped the door off and saw a faint and coughing (Y/N) on the other side. She could barely hold herself up from the lack of oxygen in the closet.

Peter held his hand out and stepped closer to her, not trying to overwhelm her, "Let's get you out of here, miss." he tried deepening his voice but immediately regretted it. It sounded stupid.

She couldn't stand for very long and her hand was so burned and calloused she resulted in just falling onto the Spiderman. Peter couldn't relish in it for as long as he wanted to, but he put his arm around her waist with one hand and lifted her just high enough off her feet for her to hang her arms over his shoulders for support and her head into the nook of his neck.

He jumped over the fire again, afraid of it growing angrier. He put Mr. Delmar's arm around his shoulders and carried the two of them out. Setting Mr. Delmar on the fruit stand stool and (Y/N) on the curbside. Peter squatted at her eye level and took a look at her hand.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"Yeah." She coughed through her answer. Then a thought occurred to Peter, running in to grab Murph the cat who was hiding in the corner of the shop.

"Here, here you go." He handed Murph to Mr. Delmar, and took a second to see the abandoned and messy ATM, "Oh, come on."

Holding her head, she thought she would pass out. Or at least that's what Peter thought she had been worried about.

"Are you guys going to be okay?" Peter asked, realizing he needed to hurry.

"You tell me, Spiderman," (Y/N) turned her head, "Do you think my teachers will believe the Avengers blew up my homework?"

"If they don't, I'll come in and make sure they do," Peter said, not remembering to change his voice. But she wasn't paying as much attention now. The street light pulled over and the once distant sound of sirens was growing closer.

And then he was away. (Y/N) left on that street corner to await her wailing mother who finally came out of the apartment building, so thankful that her daughter was out of the deli, thanks to Spiderman.

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NEXT PART...

[steoreotypes]

My final top 11 Produce 101

Soo after a lot of consideration i personally really hope that these 11 or should i say 12 will be the final contestants to debut as the new i.o.i

1. Ong Seongwoo From the first moment i saw him i think I’ve already fall for him. He’s just so handsome and really good at dancing! And after watched episode by episode it turns out that he’s a lot more than that. He also a really good singer that can reach high note (I was amazed when they say Seongwoo sang the chorus of get ugly), a huge dork that loves to entertain people and a person with infinite confidence that always brings out the positive aura into his surrounding. I’m so glad that he got more screentime lately!! Especially on ep 8 where they played the punch king game!! It was soo funny! Oh oh and not long ago revealed that he once had a part time job as a model in a wedding photoshoot. The outcome turns really good! The chemistry between he and his pair was 👌🏻👌🏻. In the end I really hope that a lot more people can recognize his all round talent and vote for him and keep him in a safe place in top11 because this kid truly deserve it!

2. Kang Daniel So like some other people i also kinda ship daniel and seongwoo. They seems to get along really well and like to encourage each other. Maybe it was because their only one year gap age and have been in the same group twice in a row. So i can really imagine how cute it will be if they debut together!! Just like Seongwoo, Daniel is also a hard working person that seems want to excell in everything. He even try to be a leader after inspired by Jonghyun. Although at first he seems clueless and didn’t know how to lead his member, in the end he unite his member and brings out a really good performance with a really good chemistry between them. About his mistake for giving hints what concept does he like so the korean will vote for that concept for him, i think he already got the best punishment. It was a really good lesson for him to be more cautious and fair in the future. So please forgive and give him a second chance! P.s. he has a broad shoulder (60cm) and cute eye whiskers when he laugh that is something you can’t get enough of.

3. Kim Jonghyun The new i.o.i really need a national leader like him, seriously!! He seems so nice and patience and fair but also firm. The way he always encourage hyunbin and told him that he can do it if he work hard really melt my heart. Besides he is a good rapper. His rap in the last evaluation was lit! His deep voice really suited the deep meaning of rap that he was tryin to share. He is also very humble! He said that being first was too high for him and it was a burdensome, but he was really thankful and said that he will work even harder so the people that vote for him will not be disappointed. And last but not least he’s sooooo charming and has a really good smile that will soothe your day.

4. Noh Taehyun Oh boi i just adore him so much, especially after his performance in Shape Of You. Being a leader, center, and choreographer at the same time truly wasn’t an easy thing to do. But he can pull it off!! He and his member gave us a really great performance with great coordination that made the audience go crazy and begged for an encore. He also seems to be a fun guy to hang around with. Even though he already debuted as kid monster in hotshot i think he deserves to be in top 11 with those huge talent that he has.

5. Ha Sungwoon At first i thought he was specialized in dancing, just like his fellow hotshot member, Noh Taehyun, because of their audition. But then he chose vocal in the position evaluation (downpour by i.o.i). He seriously made a really great choice because his voice was sooo good!! It was soft and shooting and really suited the song and really matched jaehwan’s voice when they harmonized. From that on he kinda caught my attention. He also seems to be a very hard working person that brave enough to show his ‘never’ dance alone when no one else did.

6. Kim Samuel I’m still bitter about his huge drop rank in the latest elimination. He’s not even in the top 11. Why people why?! He is a really whole package to be an idol. He has a stable voice, great dancing skill, good facial expression, handsome, a cute dongsaeng, and he even rap well despite his young age. So for all of the korean out there please stop sleeping on him because he truly deserve to be in top 11.

7. Kim Jaehwan Woah from sorry sorry to downpour he never fail to amaze me. His voice was just too good to be true! He can hit all of the high note effortlessly! He is seriously an ideal main vocal. He also seems humble and far from controversy. Although his dancing skill wasn’t too good, i believe that he can work hard on that and be better in the future.

8. Jung Sewoon He has a good voice, good at playing guitar and has an ability to compose his own song! The moment i really fall for him was when he played guitar while performing 'playing with fire’ song. It was so lit! The arrangement of that song was also really good!!

9. Lee Daehwi He has a really good face expression, good voice, a good dancer, loves to compose song, and willing to go all the way back to korea left his parents who are stay permanently in us to chase his dream to be a singer when he was only 16. He is also a really cute kid who brings positive energy and seems to be close with everyone in produce 101. And of course a really great center in nayana.

10. Park Woojin I also really like this guy! He is truly a dark horse. At first he seems to not stand out between the other trainee, but his amazing dancing skill finally showed in the dance battle and the evaluation. He even choreographed get ugly dance along with Daniel and Samuel. Besides, he can rap well too. So i think he deserves to be in top 11.

11. Lai Guanlin or Park Jihoon? I still debate myself between these two because i like them both equally. -Lai Guanlin When i first saw his audition along with his fellow trainee from cube he seems to be lacking a lot. But when the show goes by he really improved a lot! He even became a great center in the position evaluation and turned to be number 2 in the latest elimination. There are a lot of potential in this kid that haven’t shown yet. So have a faith in him because i’m sure that he will be a big hit in the future. -Park Jihoon Until know i still think that he’s slightly overrated. But he suits enough to fill the remain spot in the new i.o.i. He is afterall a good dancer, has a really good facial expressions, and is a great visual. I kinda glad that his ranking drop to 3 because it shows that he’s not always safe in the first rank, so he really need to work hard if he want to maintain that position.

[eternal-chanbaek]

I just stalked your chanbaek analysis tag (lol) and theres an anon who doubted chanbaek because they thought SM set the two up to gain the hype. Tbh i really DO think that chanbaek was planned by SM /but/ i think they got way too immersed and comfortable along the way and it explains the fact that theyre always chatty with each other but barely hug and once they did they were so shy??? For people who talked to each other as much as they do its pretty weird to become uncomfortable with (1)

(2) physical contact, especially if theyve known each other for years, and if it really was a set up, why would they spend so much time together OUTSIDE of work? Like the midnight escapades with chanyeol giving baekhyun rides and them hanging out together when no professional cameras around (not to mention the table feet stroking thingy and the hawaii video). So in my conclusion, SM wanted the bromance to hype up people's interest but chanbaek got way too far and start to actually like one

(3) another in a romantic way and now sm is shitting in their pants and start to regret fetishizing homosexuality for their personal business gain.

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Woah you stalked my analysis stuff? Wow man, you’ve got guts

Mannnn I read a fanfic like this except it was sad because only Baekhyun had feelings while Chanyeol was after some girl

Anyway, back to the point.

If Chanbaek was planned by SM then I really wouldn’t be surprised since girls seem to really like bromance doe and yay maybe popularity! 

But really, that would not really be a necessity to them since this is barely something to boost popularity (people are not that stupid to fall for a group just because we have two pretty faces being all “just bros” with each other)

I wasn’t into kpop back when Exo came around, in fact, I only got into Exo in 2015 but from what I’ve seen in pictures and stuff it didn’t really seem set up or anything.

They seemed kind of low-key back then and why in the world would they go that far when it weren’t even in front of their audience? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think they were really paired up much for fan signs or things like that. These two had chemistry from the beginning, that wasn’t set up. You can’t just set up chemistry with another person. And like you said they do lots for just simple fan service. Going on little outings together at night is definitely for fan service. Having a footsie under a table with words going over it, going a bit far for just fan service don’t you think?

anyway I really like your theory ^^