#even tho we previously said yes.

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I've been looking forward to seeing my friend who moved down here literally since September . the day she left . But then she couldn't afford her ticket and her parents wouldn't help and I was trying not to think about it lest I have a mental breakdown. But my parents said they'll pay for half of her ticket :) so I still get to see her and go to animal kingdom with her :)

[gojospet]

WE LOST A LOT OF THINGS IN THE FIRE

bestfriend!sunday x fem virgin!reader ><

not proofread! 1,7k words <3

warnings : reader has a hand kink, softish!dom sunday, mean!dom sunday here n there..., degradation (slut), praise, pet names (angel, love,pretty, baby), creampies, p in v, teasing (from sunday), oral (f! receiving), fingering, sunday asking for consent, use of the nickname sunny :3 i think thats all, do lemme know if i forgot something !!

sunday has been your best friend for as long as you’ve imagined. you both grew up together, went to school together (even tho hes a couple years older than you) , and now you’re in college while sunday, being the busy man that he is, deals with the matters of the oak family. you always go to his house to study for your upcoming exams, though you always manage to get distracted by the ethereal man, your best friend of years, moving his fingers skillfully against the big piano he has in his room. you couldn’t keep lying to yourself.. you found him extremely attractive, wondering how he still doesn’t have a relationship… though you yourself have never been… intimate before.. and you had needs. he should have needs as well. you couldn’t not think about it.

that’s how you ended up in this embarrassing position… sunday looking down at you and mocking you about how you're a virgin..

it all started from you going to his house as usual, him wrapping his arms tightly around you as he welcomes you.

“hi love, come on in, everyones gone so we have all day to  study for that exam of yours.” he winked at you and pushed you lightly in his room.

you couldn’t help but look at his slim n long fingers while he twists the knob and turns towards you playing with the hem of his shirt as he takes a good look at you.

fuck. did he notice?

“what? is there something on my hands? youve been looking at them a little too much this past week.” he points out while raising his eyebrow, looking deep into your eyes.

you feel his gaze pierce into you, your cheeks turning red from the comment (and that seducing stare..)

“n-no! I mean.. yes I have been staring but ‘s not like that!” you try to defend yourself, your efforts going into vain as he slowly pieces everything you’ve been doing these past weeks, from looking at his fingers, to touching his wings, staring into his eyes as if you want, no, need something from him.. he couldn’t help but wonder.. did you want him as much as he wanted you, or was it all in his fantasy?

“hm? you sure sweetheart? or are you perhaps hiding something from me?” he insists on getting an answer out of you, knowing your shy personality.

“um… well.. ‘s just.. I just need help.. cant stop thinking about some things..” you admit, sunday’s face now inches away from yours, as you look away from him in embarrassment.

“mm, you can tell me anything you know that right, love? or is it too embarrassing to be said out loud?” he grabs your jaw, forcing you to face him.

your breath hitches at the rough feeling, clearly enjoying the way hes handling you.

“o-okay.. ill tell you.. im.. a virgin.. and I just want your help.. my friends are all making fun of me for it..” you shyly look in his golden eyes, your gaze full of secrets that sunday couldn’t help but want to discover.

“aww.. you’re a virgin? never thought you would be one. always dress so slutty when youre around me, as if youre doing it on purpose, pretty. always making me so hard..” sunday groans in your ear as you avert your gaze from his, embarrassed and flushed at his lewd words.

“you want my help angel? I can help you, I know you need me as much as I do, baby” he grazes his fingertips on your soft and plush tits, a small gasp emiting from your glossy lips.

“s-sunny! i.. I do need you.. wanted you for so long” you softly hold the hand that was previously on your tits, guiding it down to your now wet pussy.

“fuck, angel… want me to make you feel good?” he slid his fingers down your slick covered folds, rubbing slow and gentle circles on your clothed clit.

“mhm.. please touch me sunday-“ your unfinished sentence getting cut off by sundays lips on yours, his tongue entering your mouth at the small gasp that falls from your mouth making you part your lips. the kiss is gentle at first, sunday guiding you through it, as you softly grind against his knee that was now pressed up against your clothed cunt. sundays bulge was now obvious, his hard cock pulsing, needing to be inside of you, but he wants to take it slow, make you feel good first, he takes as much pleasure just from seeing you become a mess just from a mere kiss.

his lips slowly going down your neck, licking and sucking every spot, leaving multiple love bites, his teeth grazing your collarbone, the most sensitive spot of yours, he knows it. you let out soft whimpers, your pussy getting more wet at the trail of kisses and marks he leaves on your neck.

as he removes his lips from your now marked neck, he shivers and his dick twitches at the thought of you being so vulnerable, letting him leave marks all over your body.

“you look so good, so pretty with my marks on your neck, angel.” he groans as he seats you on the bed, spreading your legs and getting a closer look at the lacy pink panties youre wearing underneath your short miniskirt, his favorite skirt you owned. he could see every bit of your plush thighs, as the skirt often exposed the skin underneath it whenever you lied on his bed, blabbering about your dumb little fights with your friends… you were so fucking oblivious to the way he was undressing you with his eyes everytime you were around him.

as he peels your panties off your cunt, he moves closer, seeing the way your slick glistens in the small rays of sunlight that enter his room, his eyes hungrily looking at it, wanting to taste you, to take you right there, push your legs against your shoulders as he pounds into your cute little pussy. but he holds himself back. your pleasure is the only thing in his mind right now, wanting to make you cum on his fingers and tongue.

“fuck angel youre so fucking wet.. such a dirty little cunt yeah?” he licks his lips as he slowly starts licking stripes up and down your wet pussy, humming at the divine taste, your hands grabbing instinctively at his wings, his dick twitching in his tight sweatpants, as he moans in your pussy.

“ah- sunny-! f-fuck!” your sweet whimpers being drowned by the loud slurping noise that sunday tries oh so hard to keep down.. but he just cant ! why do you have to taste so sweet !! : (

“fuck good girl that’s it angel, grind on my mouth cum on my face thaaats it,” he keeps tongue-fucking you, getting you close to the edge

“fuck sunny ‘m gonna- g’na cum-“ your moans growing louder, a familiar knot threatening to snap. sunday’s tongue couldn’t compare to those toys you always used to make yourself cum, especially your tiny fingers..

his middle and index fingers starting to move in and out of you, as you cum hard on his tongue, moaning and whimpering softly as he licks your release  up with joy

“mm angel… fuck… you want me to fuck your tight little pussy now? please baby, ive been dreaming about this moment,” he starts taking his sweatpants off, unbuckling his belt slowly waiting for your response.

“please.. fuck please sunny fuck me,” you whine while looking up at him with puppy eyes, the one’s he always fell for. he couldn’t resist you. he needed to take you right now,

he gets on top of you, pushing your legs up to your shoulders, his breath hitches at the sight before him, your pussy glistening with your juices and his spit, all puffed and pretty, just for him.

“can I put it in angel? you gonna let sunny take -fuck- care of you? fuck you until you don’t remember your own name, huh, slut?” the degrading word making your pussy clench around nothing, his eyes obviously noticing the way your cunt clenched at his words, which made him chuckle

“please fuck me sunny please-‘m your slut !-“ you whimpered, grinding your hips to meet his cockhead, it sliding softly against your wet folds.

sunday couldn’t help it, he had to fuck you, his hips snapped at your pleas, slamming inside of you, making you whimper and moan his name shamelessly

“fuck that’s it- hah- angel~ youre taking me so well,” his thrusts become sloppy and faster, feeling like hes going to cum down your pussy at the way your walls clench against him

“such a good girl, gonna fill you up, you want that don’t you, nasty little slut? you want my cum down your sloppy little pussy don’t you, angel?” he blabbers, his mouth latching on one of your nipples, biting and sucking on it as he moans

“please pleasee~ need your cum in me sunny- hahhh~ fuck-“ you moan in pleasure as you feel his mouth on your nipple

“mm good girl such a good girl, taking me so fucking well thaaats it,” his hips meeting yours, in harsh thrusts

“fuck ‘m gonna cum baby, cum with me, make a mess, let go for me angel,” his thrusts becoming even more sloppy as you try to hold yourself from screaming, his dick feeling so good, so big inside of you.. the knot in your tummy about to burst

“’m cumming sunny~ fuck!-“ you moan as you feel him spill his his warm cum in your cunt, cumming at the same time as him

he plops in the bed right next to you, circling the skin on your hip gently, while holding you in his arms as if hes scared he’ll lose you.

“thank you sunny, for being my.. first” you look up at him in adoration as you shift a little to reach him, giving him a small peck on his lips

“thank you for being my first too, angel.” he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer to him

wait. did you hear that right…? his... first?

sooo,, im back ! for now at least. i have exams next week but since christmas break is around the cornerrr,,, yknow what that means! send in any requests you have, id be happy to write things you guys want :,) <3

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Can u do resident evil guys on your birthday?? Nsfw if possible

Thx bb 🫶🏽

Sure bb gotcha. I hope you like these 😉💖 btw reblogs are appreciated as they help this blog reach out to more people🥰

Warning: NSFW content below ⬇️

The cake was on the table with the candles long burned and with a bottle of wine right next to it, which hadn't been opened yet. In the back of the room, there were moans coming right from the slightly opened door.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, legs resting over Wesker's shoulders, as he was busy giving your birthday present. You only managed to remove his shirt before he got right into the action.

His tongue was going relentlessly over your clit, giving that little bud intense sensations as he ran up and down over it. The soft touch made your legs tremble with every lick, and it made you tighten the grip on the poor sheets.

"Enjoying yourself, dove?" glowing red eyes were looking at you for a brief second, waiting for a response, but seeing you wish to remain silent, another lazy, long lick followed.

"Yes, very much, yes..." you said after gasping.

You took a deep breath when you felt two of his thick fingers slowly entering your warm hole. They quickly found your spot, and he began massaging it as his tongue picked up the pace. I

It was bliss. Your whole mind was dazed as it was quickly overcome by pleasure. His tongue and his fingers worked in perfect rhythm to bring you joy.

A third finger joined, and you started to feel full already, but that sensation would soon be replaced by the approaching climax. The familiar pressure began to be noticed, and it grew and grew until....his lips, his cheeks, and his chin were covered in your warm juices.

Wesker let out a satisfied moan as his tongue cleaned his coated fingers.

"You are simply delicious. I could devour you all day long."

"I-I wouldn't mind," you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"I think it's time to move on to your next present tho" he said, pulling out his shaft from his pants, and it was just as you expected: red, swollen, and leaking. "Shall we?" he asked, smirking.

From the cake, there were two or three slices missing. The bottle of wine was half empty, and the glasses were stained from the liquid that had previously filled them. One had lipstick marks at the edges. Not far away from the table, your moans could be heard as Leon was fucking you from behind while on the couch.

From his movements, you knew he was eager; you knew he wanted to move faster and give you that sweet, sweet birthday orgasm that you wanted so badly, but he was holding back, going at a regular pace. With every move of his hips, not only did he tickle that spot inside you, but he was also going deep, making sure to hit your cervix with his tip.

"God, you're amazing," he said as he spread your cheeks. His grip on your flesh was tight.

"L-Leon..." you said, panting.

He knew how much you loved being fucked like this. Every thrust of his hips would make you cry out his name.

"What do you want, sugar? Tell me."

"Move faster..." you managed to say.

He loved how that cunt would contract around his meat.

He picked up the pace, and the sensation was too much to handle as you felt him going even deeper, even if you knew that wasn't possible. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he kept pumping himself inside you.

You felt it coming, but you never expected it to hit you with such strength. The orgasm was so intense that your whole body was starting to shake underneath Leon. You cried out his name one last time when you felt some thick, hot spurts of his cum begin to fill you up.

"Easy now, sugar..." he said as he gently rubbed your trembling back. "Come, lay down."

You managed to catch your breath and regain your composure while resting on his chest. His hand was caressing your back gently, his feather-like touch tickling your skin as he moved his fingers all over.

"That was amazing..." he said as he kissed your forehead.

"I know... best birthday gift ever."

"And it's not the only one."

You felt his hand go lower and lower until he reached your cunt. His cum was still oozing from the hole, smearing your thighs.

"You thought I'd leave you dirty like this?"

The ice cream cake was left untouched in the freezer. The candles were wrapped in the same way they were brought from the store. The wine was in the fridge, and the table was shaking underneath you.

Driven by his neediness, he had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist; the other was supporting himself on the table, and he repeatedly slammed himself inside you. His head was buried at the junction of your neck and jawline, his hot breath tickling your skin. Occasionally, he'd gently lick your skin, but that tongue was more focused on tickling your ear with words of admiration.

"Mi princesa, I missed you so much," he said, grunting as he gave you one hard thrust.

Your hands were wrapping around his neck, choosing to rely solely on him to support yourself.

"All I could think about was you. Your smile, your soft skin, how good I feel while I'm inside you..."

He resumed his adoration by giving your neck shy bites. He didn't want to leave marks.

"Luis..." you said, panting.

"What is it?" a gentle kiss on your neck.

"I think the tabble will break..."

"Let it; that won't stop me from finishing..."

His cock felt so good inside, so good that it kept rubbing that spot inside. Every friction would bring you closer and closer to heaven; every throb of his cock would send a shiver down your spine; and every droplet of precum would bring you joy. You tried pulling him closer, as if that were a possibility given how tight you were holding each other. Your senses were overwhelmed by his scent, by that spicy cologne that complements his natural one.

"Speaking of finishing..."

His moves became erratic, his breath irregular, and he raised his head so he could kiss you in those final moments. He needed all of you, your lips, your touch, your cunt, everything.

The passionate and sloppy kiss you shared was bliss; your hand was tugging his hair, and your teeth kept biting his bottom lip. You weren't so gentle like him, but he didn't mind, as this sudden burst of passion helped him finally reach his climax. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to overcome him entirely; the only sounds he could make were some weak whimpers. With a few more pumps, he painted your walls with his thick, warm cum.

The cake was on the table, untouched, still in the box. The bottle of wine is almost empty, and the room is filled with kissing and sucking sounds.

His tongue was twirling around your hard nipple, over and over again. You felt the vibrations of his moans on your skin and the bulge that was getting bigger as he rubbed himself between your legs. His other hand was preoccupied with the other breast, giving it a firm massage.

"Happy birthday, babe," he said in a low, sensual voice as he returned to suck your tit. The other one was resting in his big palm now as he began to pinch the nipple with his fingertips.

"J-Jack..." You loved what he was doing to you; you loved how his tongue would twist over and over again around your sensitive nipple, but your panties were so soaked...you needed him so badly, and you decided to show it by thrusting your hips against his erection.

"I'll get there, I promise, but let me taste you first." He rolled the nipple between his fingers now, giving you new sensations to cling to.

He grabbed the nipple with his teeth and pushed gently.

"Jack," you moaned his name, gasping in shock. It was too sudden.

He ignored you, tho and released it, moving to the other breast to give the same treatment. The one that he worked on was previously coated in his saliva, and it felt cold, but he quickly covered it with his hand and began to flick your nipple with his fingers.

"Oh God..." You pushed your chest forward when you felt his mouth once more, showing your tits to him. His tongue resumed the same corse, twisting around the nipple as well as going over it a few times.

"What you are doing to me..."

He hummed and kept igoring you, focusing on your chest and starting to tease you a bit by rolling his erection over your heated, soaked core.

"You bastard..." you grabbed both his hips to deem him to stay low so he can continue rubbing onto you.

You felt like a bitch in heat, but you didn't mind. All you wanted was to get him inside you.

He squeezed your breasts a little harder before standing up. A stupid smile appeared on your face when you saw him unzip.

[rulersreachf4n]

Other than Jung-Bae, Dae-Ho doesn’t really have any connections to other players…

What I mean by this is that a good chunk of the other Mains have relationships with other players except Dae Ho.

Like Geuma-Ja Jang and her son Park Yong-Silk like they have a mother son relationship obviously but Geuma-Ja also has a relationship with Hyun-Ju and Jun-Hee. So if Geuma-Ja where to die, it not only would affect her own son, but would also affect Jun-Hee and Hyun-Ju since she also has a relationship with them.

Jun-Hee has a connection to Myung-Gi, and Jung-Bae and like I previously said above, Geuma-Ja.

With Dae-Ho however, he doesn’t have any significant relationship with other players other than Jung Bae. Maybe one could argue that he has a connection to Jun Hee, but even then, their interactions are few and far between.

Gi-Hun and Jung Bae knew each other before the events of Squid Game (obviously) but Dae Ho (at least in my opinion) saw Jung Bae as a surrogate father figure and he shared the most screen time with Jung Bae.

Since Jung Bae got eliminated, Dae Ho doesn’t have any other significant connections to other players. To the others he’s just like…there, he’s just another player.

Yes, he does have some interactions with other players like with Hyun Jun in ep 7 but, I wouldn’t exactly count that as a ‘significant connection’ or ‘relationship’ meaning if Dae Ho dies, it won’t emotionally affect players. (It will DEFINITELY affect the audience tho)

Like yes Gi Hun and the others will absolutely be sad but it won’t hold the same amount of impact on other players versers if like 149 dies as stated above.

I REALLY hope that in season 3 we not only get Dae Ho centered episode or backstory but we also see different character combinations. Not only for Dae Ho but also for the other players as well, and that when Dae Ho does die, the show will do it justice.

[superkooku]

Have you listened/watched epic? And if you have what’s your thoughts?

Personally I think it’s a good thing to show to a friend new to Greek mythology. I just finished watching the last saga and I have to say I loved it, beautiful. Sad it ended tho :(

It might not be very accurate but I love the hardwork the cast put into it and so I love it very much

My thoughts on Epic the musical

So yes, I know about Epic. I even participated in the secret santa thing and am what we may call 'a winion'.

I just finished watching the livestream too ! I especially loved seeing the cast members were reacting to the sagas (Luke Holt was so funny in this 🤣. Also, Jorge carrying Mico like a baby in 'Just a man' and Mason being extra the whole time... so many gems in that livestream)

Since Epic is finished AND I have animatics of the Ithaca saga, I'll use this opportunity to make a more in-depth review of the musical. Instead of separating it in "good" or "bad", I'm reviewing it criteria per criteria.

The cast

Like I previously said, I LOVE the cast chemistry. They're all so fun and lively. I follow some of them separately, like Janani or Troy Doherty, and they're just delightful. Especially Troy as Hermes, he always manages to make me laugh. Every single time 😂.

Also, he gives me a bit of Mettaton vibes since he's extravagant, always over the top and a bit self-absorbed (the Hermes persona, I mean, not Troy Doherty himself). Maybe that's why I like him so much :3

And of course, there's Jorge, mr. Jalapeño, the man with the plan. I love how both passionate and humble he is, how he takes the time to thank everyone and just how much of a bundle of positive energy he is. I know it's an internet persona, but what I can see from him is some hopefully really nice guy in real life too.

Anyways, awesome cast chemistry, everyone made me laugh and they're all having a good time.

The music

This music is so beautiful 🥰. All the motifs, the emotions, the instruments, the voices ! If I had to rate Epic from the music alone, it would be 5 stars. I'm not saying this in a professional angle or anything, it's my personal feeling.

Seriously, I don't really have that much to say about the music because, to me, it's just that good. I love the variety, how different instruments synch themselves and, yeah.

The characters

Annnnd that's where the blind positive praise stops, unfortunately 😂.

Don't get me wrong, it's not awful either and there are good points. My favorite Epic characters are Hermes and Athena.

The rest ? It's mixed. In order not to make this too long, I'll focus on only some of them.

The story is very character-driven so I won't really delve into it in detail.

Odysseus : he's a good protagonist, especially in the first act. His dilemma is interesting, he has a strong personality and I like that he is just a broken man and not some mighty overlord... except in the Thunder and Vengeance sagas. I feel Jorge exaggerated the monster message a bit too much, imo. Odysseus is supposed to be a witty liar, a warrior of the mind. Not someone like Achilles who solves problems by fighting or fights gods like Heracles, much less freaking Poseidon.

Poseidon : okay ! I liked him in the first act, because FINALLY Poseidon isn't a surfer dude. He's a terrifying force of nature that was angered by mortal hubris (though the hubris thing isn't explained by Epic). In Get in the water, he kept his intimidating side. Because he's, yk, the king of the oceans, one of the most powerful Olympian gods. But his defeat partially ruined him for me 😂. It just doesn't make sense. Why is Odysseus afraid of Scylla and even tip-toes around Hermes, who is friendly, when he can stabby-stab Poseidon ? Why didn't Poseidon counterattack? So many questions.

Zeus : my problem with Zeus is easier to explain. Again, he was awesome in the first act, less so in the second. What I loved initially is how regal he was. Powerful, intimidating, kingly, but not evil either. He warns Odysseus of the gods' will and of fate, which always realizes itself in mythology. In Thunder Bringer, he's fine. His lustful and flighty side is shown, but we could interpret his intervention as avenging Helios and punishing the ones who ate the cows, instead of "Zeus is evil". But in God Games ? He's so pettyyyyy and childish. Where is the kingly attitude ? This "Beast Zeus" should come against Kronos or Typhon, or maybe when Athena and the others threatened his position. Not after a freaking game ! He just strikes Athena with thunder because she won fair and square. At LEAST Luke Holt absolutely killed it, so it's cool to listen to.

Penelope : she's underdeveloped :( . Okay, her bond with Odysseus was respected, they're adorable together. On her own ? Eh, she's fine. Which is a shame because she simply didn't have enough room to exist outside of Odysseus. Also, the fact that she doesn't interact once with her son is criminal imo.

I do have some other issues with characters like Circe and Calypso (basically they're declawed compared to the Odyssey), whereas I'm completely fine with others like Eurylochus, Telemachus or every god except Zeus and Poseidon. Though they're not perfectly accurate either but I don't have problems with them.

The crew in general is also underdeveloped, so I didn't feel much for them (until discovering the scrapped Elpenor and Perimedes songs/lh). They played their roles correctly.

I hated the suitors (that's a positive in Epic) and laughed when Antinous died. Though I wished they were more pathetic and less threatening. Musically it'd be worse but story-wise more fitting.

The story

Overall, it's fine. Most of the best points come from the Odyssey itself, the one change I liked the most was having Odysseus and Poseidon meet (not the way it ended though).

Also, story-wise, I prefer act 1 over act 2, because it's less over the place and more grounded.

But emotion-wise and music-wise, forgetting about the Odyssey, act 2 wins the cake.

Those were my thoughts on Epic :3

I tried not to judge it too much according to the Odyssey and some of my friends are more demanding on that plan (for perfectly legitimate reasons btw). But it's hard to separate Epic from the wonderful work of Homer and it's lacking in some areas.

Still, this journey was very fun, I love all the passion Jorge, the singers and the animatic artists put in, there are a lot of good things about it (I can't mention everything). I don't want to rate it because it's too rigid of a system. I listen to the songs on loop and, ultimately, I'm thankful Epic exists :)

I may come back to this post and reblog stuff if I have new relevant thoughts to add. I'll probably rank the sagas in another post.

[patdkoala]

The Golden Globes

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader Summary: Sebastian Stan and the reader are close friends and one night when he goes to the Golden Globes he gets worked up being there without her. Only one thing can make him feel better. Warnings: Friends to lovers, hair pulling, unprotected p in v, The Pullout Method™

"I'm exhausted," Sebastian said as he did his curl-ups with Don. "Because of the workout or?" Don's eyes trailed over to (Y/N) who was doing squats with her trainer a few feet away from Sebastian.

"No, (Y/N)'s just a friend, man. I don't know why everyone thinks we are together," Sebastian said as Don rolled his eyes.

(Y/N) and Sebastian has been friends forever and is always cast in movies together.

They have played siblings, friends, a married couple, a friends-with-benefits couple, an enemies-to-lovers couple, and any other couple you could think of in any trope.

Yet, they have remained friends. Nothing has ever even made them question their friendship.

Not even (Y/N) in tight yoga pants doing intense workouts in front of Sebastian.

"If you don't make a move on her someone else will," Don said as Sebastian stopped his workout. "I don't think that's what (Y/N) and I are tho. She's a friend and I'd hate to have something compromise that," Sebastian said as he saw (Y/N) and her trainer have a conversation.

"He is so cute. I just don't understand why you haven't gone out with him yet," (Y/N)'s trainer said as (Y/N) dried herself off with a towel and glanced over to Sebastian.

He was doing curl-ups and looked so good. His toned chest expanded while his arms flexed and caused a certain sensation in between (Y/N)'s legs. She quickly looked away.

"Sebastian is just a friend. I wouldn't want to ruin what we have by doing something so foolish like having sex," (Y/N) said as her trainer rolled her eyes.

"If you don't make a move soon then another girl is just going to swoop right in."

Later that day, Sebastian was getting ready for Golden Globes because he was up for an award with the show Pam and Tommy. (Y/N) was so proud of him but she wasn't going with him because they had discussed previously that being seen together all the time isn't good for either of their reputations.

"Are you sure you'll be okay just here by yourself?" Sebastian asked as he slipped on his suit jacket. (Y/N) was seated on their couch.

They are roommates. ohmygod they were roommates. (Y/N) moved in with Sebastian after her last boyfriend and she broke up. He was a creep and cheated on her. She was living with him at the time so Sebastian offered his couch which soon turned into her moving into his office which became her room.

"Yes, I'll be okay. I'm gonna watch a movie and then go to bed early since I have nothing better to do," she smiled as Sebastian smiled back, and then he grabbed his keys and left.

(Y/N) did not watch a movie or go to bed early. Instead, she stayed up and watched the Golden Globes.

Sebastian walked the red carpet and many photographers took his picture while screaming at him. "Sebastian! Where is (Y/N) tonight?" Someone yelled at him.

He ignored the people's cries and just continued smiling and walking the rest of the carpet.

(Y/N) was at home and was watching this woman interview celebrities. She was really good at her job but (Y/N) only cared to see Sebastian get interviewed.

I mean, that's what good best friends get excited about right?

"Sebastian Stan is here tonight looking so handsome in his suit from Lanvin," The woman spoke as Sebastian smiled and looked at the camera as it panned over his suit.

"Who have you brought as your date tonight?"

"No one. I am flying solo tonight," Sebastian said as (Y/N) sat there and scooped spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth and smiled at how nice Sebastian looked.

"No (Y/N) tonight? Maybe you'll be going home with someone new after the show," She said as Sebastian sort of rolled his eyes.

The interview ended shortly after that and Sebastian seemed unpleased with how it went. He went home empty-handed in more ways than one.

"Hey, you're home early. I'm sorry about what happened. I sat up and watched the whole thing," (Y/N) said as Sebastian walked through the door and kicked off his designer shoes, and threw off the designer jacket.

"I just hate how they talk about you like you're just some new fuck buddy of mine. It's not fair to either of us," Sebastian said as he slumped down on the couch next to her.

"I wasn't talking about the interview. I was talking about the awards but yeah, let's make this about me," she said as he smiled at her and she lifted her legs and rested them on his lap and then moved the blanket that was just covering her to cover the both of them.

"Why can't everyone be as nice to me as you are?" Sebastian asked as she ran a hand through his hair. "Because not everyone is your best friend."

"Right, friends," he said softly. "What, is there a problem with me being your friend now?" She asked as he turned his head and he rested both arms on her legs.

"I just wish we were more sometimes," He said as she turned a bright shade of pink. "Sebastian you're drunk." "I didn't have a single drink tonight. I didn't make it to the after party and I wanted to stay sober so that I could make it home to you and do this," He said as he leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips.

She held the back of his head gently as he moaned into her mouth. She still had her legs resting upon his lap as he let his hands move to her face.

He cupped her cheeks and then he let his hands go all on their own in her hair. They tangled in at the roots and tugged slightly as she went to his shirt and started to undo the buttons.

"I need you," Sebastian moaned as (Y/N) took her shift off and threw it across the room. "Then take me," She replied as he smirked and he started to undo his belt buckle.

She stood up and removed her pants and underwear and then once he had his belt undone he removed his pants and he lowered his boxers just enough to spring out.

She smiled at him and for a minute they locked eyes and he cupped his hands on her face again. "I have been waiting for this for so long with you. I love you so much, (Y/N) and I never want anyone to ever hurt you ever again," He said as she smiled and then sat down on his cock while kissing him.

They both moaned in pleasure at the first initial feeling. Which then turned into him moaning and her screaming in pleasure. Their bodies rocked back and forth and up and down.

Sebastian flipped them so that he was on top. "Sebastian, please don't stop. You feel so good," She cried as he trusted faster and harder. "Tell me where you want me," He moaned out in broken words as he trusted as she held onto the side of the couch, clenching her insides which helped him indicate that she was close.

"Anywhere," She moaned as he nodded and then thrusted two final times before she came on his dick and he pulled out and came on her stomach.

He laid down next to her on the couch after he cleaned her up with his shirt. (Such a gentleman)

He held her close to his chest as they then dozed off into sleep.

"I'm not going anywhere without you ever again," He said as she laughed and kissed him.

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Forget-Me-Not

Part One

Pairing; Gaz x male!reader

WC; ~6.3k

Warnings; none? I don't think?? Lemme know if there are any I should tag

Summary; gaz is definitely an attraction-at-first-sight kinda man/ it's time to wake up from that coma bby <33

A/n; when I said 'fluffy' I meant no one was gettin tortured this time around . Also, yes, this is definitely a set up for a ton of angst content <3 (note the unfinished ch title) There's going to be a "missing scenes" feel to this one, that's intentional.

Edit- I forgot to mention, this takes place before the other two fics, during the mw2 campaign (tho I definitely spread out the events bc no way could this all take place in the span of a week)

---"this is how we began,"---

Kyle had just gotten back from almost a week of being tossed around like a damn ping-pong ball when he met them. Or, rather, met you.

Fresh out of the shower—yet he swore he could still smell that filthy water on himself—and bored out of his mind with nothing else to do.

It would take a bit of time before Laswell fed them some more actionable intel, and to Kyle's knowledge, the two other members of their team were already on the hunt in Mexico. So all there was to do was wait.

Well, Kyle figured he could probably use this time to catch up on some much needed rest—but where was the fun in that?

He couldn't sleep, not right now, not when Price had informed him of a new squad touching down at their base this afternoon. According to the captain, they—around five or so soldiers—were just here to provide support if needed.

Kyle didn't think it was necessary, but it's not like he had any say in the matter. Especially since, apparently, the squad would only be using their base as a rest stop between their own missions. So, again, he didn't see the point.

But, like any curious soldier would do—and any who were a bit skeptical about their newest comrades—, Kyle was already beelining his way to where he knew the newcomers would touch down.

Kyle had paid attention to the bare minimum information needed to avoid butting heads with the group, but never dug much further than that. Some American mercenaries under General Shepard's direct command and, as he'd mentioned before, here to provide support or something. Again, he hadn't paid much mind to the info thrown at him; honestly didn't think he'd end up meeting them anyhow.

Only when he finally gets out on the tarmac Kyle doesn't immediately rush to greet the new soldiers as he usually would. He comes to a full stop, previously resting heartbeat now running a marathon in his chest, gaze zeroed in on you.

Seeing you—your form lax and almost casual in comparison to your stiff-postured comrades, a certain air of confidence surrounding you—made Kyle wish he'd done a bit more research, asked a few more questions.

Dressed no differently from the rest, there was nothing particularly interesting about you. Nothing that should draw him in so wholly upon merely seeing you. He couldn't even see your face, for fuck's sake—nor could he see any of the rest of the squad's, but that's besides the point.

You hadn't even glanced his way and Kyle was acting like a schoolboy seeing his crush in the hall between classes.

“You're staring, Kyle.”

“Mh- Wha-?” He drags his attention away from you, wholly prepared to start spluttering out his defense when he recognizes the man who'd come to stand beside him. Noticing the barest hint of a smile pulling at his captain's mouth.

With a soft scoff Kyle looks away again, shaking his head a little. “Not at all, Cap’, just scoping out the newcomers. That's all.”

As anyone else would do, of course.

But they both know it's a lie.

Right before Price has the chance to open his mouth again—likely to playfully call Kyle out on his bullshit in that gruff way of his—the aforementioned group of newbies comes to a stop in front of them.

Two in front, three fanned out behind them. Five after all, it seemed. You and some guy in the front, the rest Kyle wasn't sure of, their identities far too obscure to tell.

“Cap-” The guy standing beside you starts to speak, only to be roughly—albeit probably playfully—nudged aside by your elbow, effectively cutting him off.

“Greetin’s Captain,” you say, amusement obvious in your tone, a slight wrinkling at the corners of your eyes betraying a hidden smile.

And Kyle would be lying if he said he wasn't completely enraptured as you spoke. Barely even registering the hand you held out to shake Price’s hand.

“Shadow 0-9, at your service,” though there's still a hint of humor in your voice, there's a certain air of professionalism to it too. Even as you retract your hand and raise it, fingers curled into a fist and thumb jutted out, to gesture to the soldiers around you.

Starting with the one beside you, then on to the three behind you, right to left. “Joined by Shadows 0-3, 1-4, 1-5, and 2-3.”

Then it's on to the actually serious stuff. “Commander Graves has sent us under the General's orders to stay here and provide assistance to your cause if need be. Though mostly we will be carrying out our own missions and using your base as a landing zone between operations.”

And again, amused—your flip-flopping emotions were going to give him whiplash at this rate.

This time clapping a heavy, gloved hand on 0-3’s shoulder, the slight crinkle around your eyes returning. “If y'all got any questions, feel free to ask me,” lightly jostling 0-3 now. “these imbeciles hardly got a clue what's goin' on half the time anyway.”

It's obvious the other four Shadows are used to your antics, as none of them even bat an eye at your, likely empty, insult to their intelligence.

Kyle zones out as Price goes over his own spiel, mind somehow blissfully blank as he stands beside his captain. Thumbs subconsciously slung through his belt loops in place of gripping his vest like he usually would, gaze focused on the group in front of him, giving all the impressions of some serious, gold-star sergeant attentively paying attention to his CO.

That couldn't be further from the truth.

The spell Kyle is under only breaks when Price directs his attention his way, drawing his focus when the man says, “-gent Garrick ‘ere will show you lot around. All the standard things; barracks, mess, rec and the works-”

He then proceeds to space out again when your gaze slips from Price and to Kyle instead, not a single thing out of place as you analyze him.

It feels like you've got a scalpel to his skin, peeling away layer after layer. Through the muscle and fatty tissue, and deeper still, until you've reached the bone, and you keep going.

It's not uncomfortable, the way you tear into him like a rabid hound gobbles up a raw steak. Or maybe not rabid, no, you're not feral. You’re cool and calculating and yet playful all the same. A working dog, a trained hound, then.

It's more.. Kyle doesn't think he harbors the vocabulary to put it into words how he feels about it; flayed alive under your watchful gaze. It's strange. But it's not.. bad.

It's been all of five seconds when your eyes flicks away from him. A quick scan, a once over, just as he had done to your squad, and then you're fixated on Price again.

Price who's still talking, saying things Kyle doesn't have the wherewithal to bring himself to care about. Not when he felt so viscerally raw and unbelievably vulnerable in his own damn base at the moment.

He has a few more seconds to compose himself before Price finishes up and all five of the collectives’ attention is on him, expectant.

And so Kyle plasters on a carefree expression, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile, and casually nudges Price with a loose fist. A mused, “thanks, Cap'” and such, then he's taking charge.

Voice level and strong, like any typical self-respecting Sergeant, as he turns and urges the group to follow.

The last thing Kyle expects is for you to fall into step beside him—with the impression of your personality he'd gathered, it shouldn't be a surprise—, only lagging a half-step behind, a grin obvious under your mask.

His brain short-circuits, but Kyle quickly recovers, keeping his focus locked straight ahead and decidedly not looking at you. Not for any reason in particular.

“Sergeant,” You drawl—and, fuck, it was just a rank, a title, several others held the same one. So why the hell did it feel so different when you said it?

“Got somethin’ on your mind-” Kyle begins casually, as if his heart wasn't doing literal jumping jacks in his ribcage right now. And it takes him a brief moment to remember what he was supposed to call you, wracking his brain for answers, before he finishes with a bland, “0-9?”

God, he hoped that was the right number. There were five of you, all these numbers were going to be a struggle to keep up with.

“Oh, none ‘a that.” You say with a soft chuckle, waving him off. “I know those digits can get a bit confusing. Call me Viper, that's what everyone else calls me anyway.”

Viper? Like a fucking snake? Not that Kyle had any room to judge; not when two of his teammates were a cleaning product and a Hot Topic employee.

Shite, that probably also meant you wanted him to extend the same damn olive branch. Kyle considered himself a pretty social man, he could hold his own in a group, could approach strangers with almost the same confidence he did with friends.

But there was something about you.

And Kyle wasn't sure if it was good or not.

“A’right, Viper,” Kyle doesn't remember swiping his keycard, but he does jump right back into his body when his hand curls around the handle, pulling the door open and letting you in first before letting your comrades struggle with the heavy door after him. Taking his place just that half a step in front of you once more. “They call me Gaz.”

“There a story behind that one?” You ask, not a single ounce of hesitation or delay.

“That depends, there one behind yours?” Kyle quips right back, not missing a beat.

Kyle's ears pick up the tiniest huff you let out, but nothing else. “That depends,” you mimic. “how much you wanna know?”

“Whatever you'll give me.” It was easy to lay the charm on thick, but it seemed almost like a competition between you two, as you quickly fired back.

“Desperate, are we, Sergeant?” Kyle could've swore you just, honest to God, purred when you said that. But he must've just been hearing things.

“Just curious.” You had asked first. How had this turned on him?

“Mm, think I'll just leave ya guessing.” You muse, closing that half-step distance to just barely brush your arm up against his, and then back to your place again. “It'll be more fun that way.”

Kyle nearly forgets there's four other people witnessing this conversation right then.

Finally alone again, and having gotten the new squad settled in properly, Kyle takes a moment for himself.

As of right now apparently his fellow sergeant and good ‘ol lieutenant were currently taking a tour around Mexico, and Price was out doing very important Captain-things, so Kyle was entirely on his own.

On his own to deal with whatever the fuck that dumpsterfire of a base tour that had been.

He'd been entirely sidetracked by you the whole time! It didn't make any sense, what did you have that the other soldiers didn't?

You all wore the same uniform, all bore the same random-ass numbers, all were just a bunch of trained killers- there was literally nothing to set you apart!

A lot of people were touchy by nature, especially in professions like this that were built on comradery, Soap certainly was, so there was no reason in the deepest parts of hell for why-

Kyle groans softly to himself, running a hand over his hair before pushing himself up and off his desk chair.

There was no rhyme or reason to it, to why he, in the most cheesy fucking way, honestly felt a goddamn spark when you touched him.

And it wasn't even in the realm of- of intimate. It was a simple brush against him here and there, made perfect sense too! You'd been standing so close the entire time- it was only expected that once and a while you two would graze each other now and again.

He's pacing now, wishing nothing more than to be able to pick up his phone and call the only man who'd be able to help him make sense of all these weird feelings. And also the only man who'd call him daft and his brother in the same sentence.

But he can't do that, so Kyle resigned to simply doing what he should've done in the first place after his furious scrub down in the shower; take a damn nap.

Kyle's first impression of your personality had been wildly off-mark.

If he was going off of how he'd first perceived you last week on the tarmac, he would say that you were easygoing, gave off a more.. laid back energy, maybe even a bit quick-witted.

But his current observations said everything but that.

Kyle had been trying to skirt past all the tired, bleary-eyed soldiers that passed him in the hall without being noticed by the more lively of the bunch; he didn't have the energy for that right now. The last few had nearly flown by him though, wide-eyed and clearly spooked.

Confused, Kyle had brushed it off and continued walking. Sometimes these men were like wild horses, alerted by the smallest mishaps.

Kyle becomes keenly aware of exactly why those last stragglers had appeared so frightened when he turns down the next corner, on his way to the rec room, when he spots you.

Or, more accurately, spots you tearing one of your own soldiers a new one in the empty corridor. The very self-explanatory as to why, isolated corridor.

He gets the gist of it fairly quickly, even as the words flying out of your mouth go in one ear and out the other without a hint of recognition.

The shorter man had obviously fucked something up, and was now hearing it in all the jumbled mix of curses and slang Kyle couldn't even begin to comprehend.

“An' if I eva’ ‘ear ya sayin' shit like that again I'll ‘ave ya scrapin’ shit out the muck from the break ‘a dawn ‘n ‘til the damn cows come home, ya hear?” You spit, masked face mere centimeters away from the other's. A gloved hand fisted in 1-5’s, if he remembered correctly, shirt collar, making him have to nearly raise to the toe of his boots in order to not be choked by the fabric.

There's a venomous flare in your eyes when you snap to look at him, a misstep on his part alerting you, and Kyle has never felt more conflicted in his life.

“Everything good here, Viper?” Obviously not, but what else was he supposed to say?

“Just peachy.” You grit out, fingers slowly unfurling from 1-5’s shirt. In turn the poor man is able to lower himself back onto the ground fully, letting out an obvious breath of relief when your hand pulls back completely, falling clenched at your side.

The brave soul who had somehow triggered the brunt of your aggression manages to stand there a little longer until you huff out a gruff, “dismissed.” And send 1-5 on his way.

Though not before barking out a, “And be sure ‘ta relay the message ‘ta Pierce!” As the man scurries away, a quick “yes, sir!” choked out over his shoulder.

“And if I asked what that was about?” Kyle asks when 1-5 is out of sight, raising a curious eyebrow.

“I'd say it ain't yer business, Garrick.” You snap, still obviously not having gotten the frustration out of your system. Kyle's first instinct is to throw another quip right back at you, extra sarcasm on top like it's sprinkles and he's making a damn sundae, and he almost does, but Kyle quickly slams his mouth back shut before the words escape.

Instead he sighs and relaxes his posture.

“Y’look like shit.”

That seems to put a halt to whatever was rampaging through your head, the rage clearing for a moment to make room for shock first, then confusion.

“..what?” Your clearly puzzled gaze—so expressive, even with the mask—would be humorous, if not for the truth to Kyle's words.

You did look like shit. Like someone had run a train on you—literally. A real one; honk honk, rattle rattle and all. Your hair ruffled, matted with some unknown substance and sticking up in every which direction. The black paint around your eyes was smudged away and exposed your true skin tone, well.. kinda. Now with the additional flavor of mud and debris.

Even with the limited access he had to your face, Kyle would say you looked.. tired. Run ragged—maybe that train wasn't all that metaphorical. Beneath the anger it was clear as day you were just exhausted; you looked nothing like that first day he'd met you, when he had shown you around base.

Hidden grin and playful banter replaced with a stiff posture and veiled limp—yeah, he definitely noticed that part. You weren't the only observant one here.

“I said you look like shit, mate.” Kyle says. His clarification doesn't, well, clear anything up for you, if anything just frustrating you further. Making your eyebrows furrow in a way that's almost cute.

You huff, posture straightening even though Kyle can see the way the new position puts a strain on your worn body- he doesn't mention it. It's not his place.

“Thanks.” You reply, voice flat.

“It was a compliment.” It wasn't.

Deadpan, “really?”

“Mhm.” But Kyle stays firm in his resolve.

“I aim to please.”

“Clearly.” And there it is. Kyle can't see it, obviously, but the small twitch of your features, the slightest crinkle at the corner of your eye, tells him he has succeeded. Even if it's not your usual smile—not that he would know what that looked like.

Another puff of air from you, closer to a sigh this time. “Did you need somethin', Gaz?”

The heat is gone, but Kyle can see the way the embers linger; ready to reignite at the first spark.

“How ‘bout we take a walk, mh?” He wasn't planning on a walk, really, but Kyle wasn't actively planning against one either. “Clear your head a bit?”

You look like you want to brush him off, hesitating like you want to say no and rush off just like your subordinate had. But you don't. “..sure.”

And that's all Kyle needs to tilt his head in the direction he came from before turning around.

Kyle doesn't have to look back to know you've taken your place the position on his left, half a step behind him. Just as you had that first day.

It becomes a sort of.. routine.. after that. And while Kyle hadn't seen much of you that first week, you make an appearance by his side—always on the left, always half a step behind—more often than not.

A little spark of some unidentifiable emotion lighting up in your eyes when you see him. Kyle isn't quite certain what it means, but if it meant he got to see you more often, he was fine with not knowing.

You were.. friends. Or as much as you could be in this situation, one Kyle knew was temporary. Which had the man trying to heed Ghost's advice for once and not get attached; there was no telling when either of you would be shipped out again, never to return.

“Gaz!” The sound of your voice is unmistakable when shouted over the noisy chatter of the cafeteria, and Kyle's heart definitely does not do a weird flip when he hears it. Definitely not.

Yeah, so he may or may not be struggling with the whole following Ghost's advice thing. Hey! He said he was trying, not that it was actively working.

“Viper.” Kyle greets when you take a seat in front of him. Usually he would have lunch with his dear captain, but Price was even more busy as of late—and reasonably so—and the lack of that familiar presence was really starting to wear on him. Made the lack of another pair of comrades much more prominent.

“Did you know your bellybutton is actually attached to your bladder-”

You filled in that empty space a little.

“What? I thought it was just cut off from everything else?”

Kyle never did find out what had you so down in the dumps, but it wasn't his place to know anyway. Everyone had their secrets.

“No! There's a lil' line that travels from your bellybutton down to your bladder. That's why it feels so damn weird when touched-”

You were a little spitfire. Reminded him of Soap, kinda. Except Soap didn't flip flop from fiery rage one moment to calm and collected the next, buttery smooth words dripping with innuendo.

And then there was right now, where you shared the strangest little factoids with Kyle.

“And don't even get me started on the dormant blood vessel in your liver-”

And that is where Kyle drew the line.

“Nope, nope, nope-” Kyle says, waving a fork in your general direction. Amused when you gasp in surprise, as if he's threatening you with something more substantial than this flimsy plastic. “I am eating. I don't wanna hear gross facts about my anatomy.”

“Would you prefer a physical demonstration on anatomy instead?”

And that was the weird innuendos he mentioned before. Sure, Soap and him shared a few playful taunts now and again, occasionally the rest of the team would chime in—and there was whatever the hell Soap and Ghost had going on, but Kyle didn't think those were all jokes. But this felt.. different.

“You are a menace, you know that?” Kyle huffs, twirling some bland mush around the fear-inspiring fork from before; now that he wasn't actively threatening you with it.

A dramatic gasp, and Kyle doesn't even have to look up to know you look just as dramatized as you sound.

“I am a damn saint, Gaz!”

“Rigghhhht, is that what we're calling this?” He does look up this time, and the slight widening of your eyes, the little glimmer of something hiding in those captivating hues, makes him glad he did. Pocketing that adorable priceless look on your face for safekeeping.

“I've got the body, the attitude,” you count with both hands, a finger for each listed item. Gaze on something vaguely to your right as you think. “And the charm! That's like- the fuckin' holy trinity. I'm a damn holy temple, I tell ya!”

“Sure you are, mate.” Kyle says, a small grin on his face that he couldn't get rid of even if he wanted to. It does make eating a little difficult though.

He tries not to linger on the fact that you never eat in front of him. But you always come to hang out with him anyway.

Things are good between you two, and Kyle feels warm and giddy every time you grace him with your, as you'd once put it, saintly presence. He doesn't ponder much as to the why he feels this way; not that it really matters, this was temporary and you'd be shipped off somewhere else eventually.

That space to his left feels cold when you're not there, empty, and even though he's never worked with you in the field, Kyle finds himself looking back, expecting you to be there when he crawls through tall grass and mud in that suffocating ghillie suit.

It's dumb and Kyle doesn't know why he does it, but he half expects you to chip in a word or two over his shoulder in the midst of his playful banter with Price and Laswell. When he is, once again, pushing through tall grass. Only this time he gets to snipe a few dozen unsuspecting soldiers from hundreds of meters away.

Things are going well, so damn well, almost too good to be true. And it is.

Kyle would have never expected to hear such raw panic in his captain's voice, accustomed to the man's usual gruff and composed behavior. It strikes fear right into Kyle's core, cutting through his chest and piercing directly into the sergeant's heart.

In the beginning, Kyle had been eager to get this over with and fly back to base with the expectation of seeing you again; now that idea was nothing but a passive thought as his mind was clouded with a worry mirroring Price's.

Kyle's entire torso feels like it's been ripped to shreds when they touch down on base again, every step shooting sparks of pain through his nerves and reminding him why he hates heights so damn much. But at least they managed to get Laswell back before anything could go terribly wrong. They had Farah and her soldiers to thank for that.

Wanting nothing more than to soak himself in a tub of scalding hot water, and knowing he'll have to settle for a lukewarm shower instead, then sleep the pain away, Kyle's path is interrupted by the sight of you marching down the corridor.

“Gaz! Shit- there you are!” You call when a few paces away from him, a sort of relief obvious in your breathy tone. You come to an abrupt halt right in front of him, blocking Kyle's way and causing him to come to a sudden stop lest he accidentally crash into you.

Your eyes are analytical and Kyle is far too exhausted to decipher the several layers of emotion that flash through your gaze.

In the end you seem to come to some sort of conclusion, stating a flat, “Y’look like shit.”

“Yeah,” Kyle huffs out a surprised laugh; the phrase reminiscent of when he'd caught you chewing out one of your soldiers. “Falling out of a helicopter doesn't usually make for a pretty sight.”

“Fuckin'- pardon!?” Your eyes go wide, and Kyle would bet your mouth was hanging open right now too. “How the hell did that even happen?”

Kyle couldn't reveal too much of their little rendezvous in Urzikstan, but he could tell you the gist of it. Namely how the fuck he got tossed out of Nikolai's helicopter like a damn ragdoll.

“Was helping out a friend,” car hopping and trying not to get shot at in the process. “Got a bit tossed around, you know how it is- RPG, couldn't deploy countermeasures in time..”

“Luckily I got the rope latched in time, shit hurt the most when the rope ran out.” Kyle's hip bones ache at the memory, and he knows for certain his body will be one giant bruise in the morning.

“Are- are you okay-?” You stammer, gaze no longer on him and now flicking over his dirtied uniform. Never lingering on one spot.

“I'll bounce back soon eno-” Your hands reach out then, as if wanting to touch him and make sure for yourself. Kyle cuts off mid sentence, eyes widening by a fraction and body going stiff.

As if just realizing what you were doing, your hands pause where they are, hovering awkwardly between the two of you. Your gloves and his own gear serve as a thick barrier between your bodies, but Kyle swears there is an energy buzzing there; an electric static thriving in the air between you both, the tension near suffocating.

“I'm just gonna..” it takes Kyle a second to realize you've fully retracted your hands by now, a stale awkwardness lingering between you two.

Kyle isn't sure whether to feel disappointed or be appalled by how much he wished you had touched him. Between the fluctuating altitudes he'd endured and the full body ache he was currently experiencing, Kyle comes to the conclusion that it must just be the exhaustion finally kicking in. Yes, of course. That is why he was mourning the loss of something that hadn't even happened. There was no other possible reason.

Clearing his throat with a stilted cough, Kyle nods. “Y-yeah, definitely. And I should take that shower..”

“Of course, yeah-” Your gaze is downcast now, arms tucked behind your back and Kyle notes the nervous shift of your weight from one foot to the other. “You- you do that.”

“Yeah.” And then Kyle hightails his ass out of there, it's a little awkward—who is he kidding, it's beyond awkward. And how many times was he going to say awkward, would any other synonyms suffice? You had been standing in front of him, so Kyle has to do a weird little hop to the side to get around you- which then triggers you into motion. And you step to the side to get out of his way.

Only the direction your subconscious chooses is once again right in his path and Kyle stumbles over his own feet, barely avoiding colliding with you but pulling on his sore muscles in a way that has him digging his teeth into his lip to avoid letting out a sharp yelp.

When Kyle regains his balance, the hallway is empty and you're nowhere to be found. With a deep sigh, and a heavier weight on his shoulders than before, Kyle straightens back up and continues on his way to his initial destination.

There better be some warm water left when he gets there.

As it turned out, falling out of a helicopter and just barely surviving by sheer luck did actually have its drawbacks and one couldn't just walk away with a few scrapes and expect to be a-okay in the ol’ nob up top.

For Kyle that meant various scenes playing out in his dreams of what could have happened, not what did. Ranging from him not having clipped the hook onto his gear right, to the rope just snapping in half the minute Kyle reached the end of the line. Even some where he just straight up splat into the back of one of the many trucks that had been flying by. The worst had to be when the helo was hit dead on and Kyle wasn't even given the chance to make things right, bleeding out and dying right then and there in the cabin of Nikolai's helicopter.

Waking up drenched in a cold sweat wasn't anything new to the sergeant, but waking up alone, as of late, was. Usually he was bunked up with Soap, and when not on base, or stationed on another, he was grouped up with other soldiers.

Being forced into the waking world with his heart lodged in his throat and beating so fast it was practically trying to escape, with the aches and bruises that made the nightmares all that more real, and being stuck inside a dark, empty room? Now that just wasn't pleasant at all.

Pushing through the stabbing aches radiating throughout his body, Kyle forces himself to stand, haphazardly throws on an old hoodie and decides right then and there he needs a cup of tea. Extra steamy.

The walk to the common room, and subsequently the kitchenette beyond that, is short and Kyle doesn't have to think about it when he places one foot in front of the other. His legs easily carried him to his destination without the need for any extra brainpower.

Kyle doesn't notice the looming figure in the dark, obscured by shadow in the corner of the rec room, until he's already got a burning hot mug between his hands. Passing back through now that he's got his tea, he's graciously welcomed back by a lamp in the corner flicking on.

He blames the high-pitched squeal that rips from his throat on his exhaustion and not that he'd been spooked by a fucking light of all things.

“Viper- shit,” He breathes, the hand not currently cradling the mug flying up to clutch at his heart.

“Sorry.” You murmur, sounding a bit sheepish. Your voice is a little deeper than usual and Kyle assumes you must've also woken up recently. He opts to ignore the small flutters that erupt in his stomach at the sound. “Couldn't sleep. Didn't think anyone else would be out ‘ere, wasn't tryna startle ya.”

Kyle moves to wave off your concern, only to wince at the strain it puts on his sore muscles, sucking in a sharp breath between his teeth.

You, ever the observant bastard, immediately zero in on his discomfort, one of your eyebrows quirking upward as you study him.

“Alright?”

Not trusting his voice, Kyle hums a noncommittal sound, and, trying to appear at least a little put together, straightens his posture and steps forward.

But the pain is worse now and he nearly spills his tea, instinctively tightening his grip around the steamy mug.

Fuck, Kyle had known it would hurt—Christ’s sake, he had literally fallen out of a damn helicopter—but he had obviously severely underestimated how bad it would be. Now, he was used to pain, you didn't get very far in this line of work without at the very least some tolerance for the aches and burns.

But this? This was a pain that went from an average sort of soreness in the muscles of his thighs, to sharp stabbing pains in his hips and a near debilitating throbbing ache that spanned over practically his entire torso.

Everything hurts. Laying down hurts. Standing hurts. Sitting hurts. Everything. Unless he stayed completely still, Kyle's entire body felt like one giant bruise. Any little twitch of a muscle sent a stabbing shock straight to his nervous system.

You're on your feet and standing in front of him before Kyle even has a chance to right himself again. When had his breathing become so labored?

There's no hesitation this time around, no awkwardness when your hands shoot out. Grasping his shoulders, your hold gentle yet firm, and stabilizing Kyle where he stood.

Kyle isn't quite sure when it had happened, but the warmth of his mug was gone. Replaced by the heat of your own body from where his hands rested—really, more or less hanging on for dear life; he'd be ashamed if he had the wherewithal to do so—on your waist. Fingers curled tight, twisted and snagged into the fabric of your shirt.

If Kyle hadn't been so out of it from the sheer amount of pain he was in, he would've noticed your lack of uniform. More dressed down than he'd ever seen you—though a mask still firmly in place, he would've noticed if it were otherwise.

“Did anyone check you out when you came back?” Kyle has to actively work to zone back in on the rough timber of your voice, his mind sluggish as it works through each word and syllable.

“Y- kinda? I wasn't bleeding out or nothing.”

“Oh, fuck's sake-” you let out a heavy exhale, and Kyle, though as disorientated as he currently is, can here the unsaid you’re a goddamn idiot clear as day in that singular breath.

“Alright. You're comin' with me.”

“Wh- huh?”

“With me. No questions, Garrick.” You hold no authority over him, if anything, this being his base, and not yours, Kyle had a bit more of a say in matters than you did. And yet, when you release your hold and untangle yourself from his, Kyle follows.

There is nothing stopping you from touching him now. Not since last night.

Kyle can still feel your hands, strong and yet so, so unbelievably delicate, running across his skin. Scouring his abdomen for anything that would clue you in on whether he had internal bleeding or not, pressing down on his bruised rib cage, checking for breaks in the fragile bone.

Thankfully, you find nothing but the bruising painted clearly on his skin, and Kyle can't get the picture, the feel, of your hands brushing over his stomach. Up his sides and down to his hips, further still to his aching thighs. The latter had been over his clothes, but the heat of your palms had been more than enough.

The following day, and practically every waking second now, Kyle's mind and eyes were on you. If he couldn't see you, he was thinking about you. And if he could see you, you were usually at his side. A hand on his shoulder, an elbow nudging his arm.

Kyle now found himself in an odd state of yearning. His body craved your touch in a way it never had for any other's. His heart skipped a couple beats every time he even caught sight of you.

And when you touched him? Shit, Kyle had to hope and pray the blush he could feel warming his cheeks wasn't as visible as it felt.

Kyle wasn't quite sure why he reacted to you the way he did. And, honestly, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to. He was perfectly content not knowing—was he? Or was he just burying what he didn't want to acknowledge?

He didn't ruminate on the fact that Soap had a tendency to touch him similarly—but, shit, it was different, wasn't it?—, and never had Kyle once responded to it the way he did with you.

If Price had noticed—which he likely hadn't with what was going on halfway around the globe. Soap and Ghost stuck somewhere in Mexico, and of course the constant planning on what their next move would be. The captain didn't mention it.

If Soap was here, he'd probably call Kyle out on his bullshit. But he wasn't, and Kyle was perfectly alright with continuing to ignore the, definitely one-hundred percent platonic, convoluted emotions he felt towards you.

Things were good; the last thing Kyle wanted was to accidentally rock this delicate sailboat when he currently had unlimited access to your bubbling laugher, sarcastic quips, and crinkling eyes.

A Viper, that's what you were nicknamed after, and, with that fiery attitude of yours, Kyle was starting to understand why.

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ok, but the way that the bnha/fe3h fusion is actually so compelling tho,,, like, I just keep thinking about it. I wouldn't have expected it, but I really see what you mean about the synergy. the themes are theme-ing, the vibes are so there.

Oh thank fuck somebody understands me oh my god.

Hey, what if we wrote a story about a very fucked up society. What if the society put the value of somebody's personhood on their genetics and genetically inherited superpowers. What if people with really good superpowers were prioritized very heavily in society and people without superpowers were discarded completely and deemed worthless. What if people in search of social status or political/physical power commit a lot of atrocities trying to create somebody with good genetics. What if, even if you have good superpowers, you are dehumanized and reduced to nothing more than a carrier of these treasured genetics. What if this stratified status quo was rigorously enforced by a large overseeing body that exploits its complete control over children. What if child soldiers. WHAT IF!!!

But that's why this is better than BNHA, because BNHA introduces that society and really fails to make any meaningful or insightful criticisms of it. FE3H actually does a pretty good job of it, so if you sit down and apply a FE3H filter to BNHA then somehow BNHA gets so much better. And on the FE3H side, you get to translate it to the modern day and see how the characters would navigate modern society.

There is also a SHITTON you can do with Dimitri. If you change his life completely then you don't have to change it at all. You can make him the perfect future hero, and he can be the worst of them all.

Have some Dimitri he is so much fun here.

Khalid managed to go the rest of the day without blowing anybody up, which was a plus. And Mama said he wouldn’t amount to anything. 

Just kidding. Mom’s expectations of him were incredibly high and caused severe anxiety. She thought he was the greatest thing since network television, and also possibly the stupidest. Mom was always saying that he was too smart to act so dumb. Khalid always said that she was too smart for such a stupid choice of husbands. 

The only other fragment of excitement was lunch. Through judicious application of one of the most powerful quirks to exist, a quirk previously thought to be as possible as faster than light travel, Khalid managed to successfully avoid screwing up any other social interactions. He occasionally heard Sothis’ voice reminding him that so far he really only had the stamina to use the quirk around ten times a day, but she didn’t appreciate the importance of avoiding unwanted conversations and never experiencing consequences. 

Byleth didn’t use her power like this. 

Khalid laughed along with Dorathea’s joke. Crinkle the eyes. Compliment her hair accessory at the next natural lull in conversation. 

She only used the power in battle, or in true emergencies. Byleth always believed in seeing your actions through to the end. 

Hilda sat at a table on the other end of the ‘Hero’ side of the cafeteria, talking animatedly with a silent Marianne. Khalid was supposed to sit next to her. Khalid always sat next to her. But he could tell that he’d have to work in another week of groveling and buying her expensive jewelry before she stopped giving him the cold shoulder. Maybe girls just liked being angry with people. It was just a way of extorting jewelry out of boys. 

Or maybe Hilda had lost a teacher too, and when she needed her best friend most he disappeared. Leaving her to wonder if he was lying dead in a ditch somewhere. But she was probably just angry for the fun of it. 

This could have been avoided if you had only taken my advice and spoken to them, you know. 

Yes, yes, Sothis was a genius and Byleth was always right and Khalid was an idiot. What else was new. 

You are far too intelligent to act this foolishly. 

Wow. Wonder where he had heard that one before -

“Reigan-san?”

The spell of Dorathea’s enrapturing tale about being mad at a guy for fun was broken. Khalid twisted around in his seat to see Dimitri, standing behind him and looking earnest but awkward. Obviously, he cast a tall and Iraqi shadow behind him.

Ingrid perked up, fluffy wings rustling happily against her back. Her wings were so expressive that they always rendered her stern face useless. An amazing, top shelf power - yet an inconvenient one. Wonder what that was like. “Dimitri-san! Come join us. Dora-chan was telling Leonie-chan and Claude-san about -”

“I’d love to,” Dimitri cut in, awkward smile growing large and earnest. Behind him, Dedue loomed. “Truly. But I was actually coping to speak to Reigan-san. Could I possibly borrow him for a moment?”

“The Ouji-sama of UA’s the only person left in the school who calls Claude-kun that,” Dora teased lightly. Dimitri was the only man she was not actively mean to - a horrifying show of the pervasiveness of his appeal. Ashe still got upset when he remembered Dora laying into him for Boruto running in the hallways. “After everything we’ve been through together, I think we can loosen up around each other.”

Leonie masticated a roll. She wasn’t impressed by Dimitri - mostly on principle. Khalid could respect a woman with principles. When they were anti-Dimitri. Not when they were anti-him. Alright, so Khalid could respect anybody anti-Khalid too. “So much of the Hero class are gaijin that nobody cares too much, anyway. Including you.”

It was true. UA was so internationally prestigious that wealthy families from all over the world would enroll their hero-hopeful children. It was tough for anybody less than half Japanese to make it in a Japanese market, but these international students always debuted back in their home countries already at the top of the charts. 

UA was a multicultural experience and it was all Khalid’s fault. Remembering the honorifics and everything was a huge pain and referring to people by their last names was weird. Khalid could handle it no problem, but in a room of people who were willing to roll with a gaijin’s eccentricities then he tended to let it slip more frequently. Lysithea was from Greece and she never forgot, but once she felt as if Khalid had given her permission she dropped it. Maybe it was his fault, or maybe his friends were just those types of people (poor?), because his class referred to each other only by their first names. Marianne said that it made her feel like she had real friends. Khalid deadass didn’t know what to do with that information.

“I trust you all absolutely,” Dimitri said, as if this was a normal sentiment to express. The girls nodded, as if this was a normal sentiment to express. “Manners mean respect to me. But of course you should still call me Dimitri.”

Khalid jerked a thumb at the girls. “Because none of them can pronounce your last name.” Dimitri gave him a dead-eyed stare that definitely translated to ‘nobody can pronounce my damn name’. “What do you want, Dimitri-san? If anybody asks, I've been vacationing on a beach in Spain for the past month.”

Seriously, Dimitri said, “Was it relaxing?”

“Saw a lot of rats.”

“Truly? Spain must be less sanitary than I thought.”

“Absolutely the least sanitary vacation I’ve ever been on.” 

“You’ll have to tell me all about it at a later date.” Dimitri stepped backwards, gesturing pointedly away from the table. “But I do have something to speak to you about alone. It’s fairly important.”

Khalid sighed. He clamored upwards, shooting a jaunty salute at the girls. Ingrid looked strongly as if she had something to say, yet could not say it. “Don’t have too much fun without me, girls.” 

“We’ll save the orgy ‘til you get back,” Leonie panned.

“If I discover that anybody’s excluded me from any orgies, I will never forgive you.”

Dorathea smiled mysteriously into her bento box, giving Khalid a big wink. “You have a standing invitation to any of my parties, Claude-kun.” 

They nodded to each other in respect of each other’s professionalism. In the UA Heroics class, only three students were slotted to become major sex appeal heroes. Technically speaking they weren’t supposed to start leaning hard into it until they graduated from the pseudo-fame of life as a UA student, but hero society was a ‘do as a I say and not as I do’ type of culture. 

Technically speaking, Dorathea, Khalid, and Sylvain ought to be competing with each other for Japan’s Sexiest Teen or something. They would end up pitted against each other constantly in the future. In reality, they all just hung out and gossiped about geopolitical conflicts in the Middle East. Dorathea believed in solidarity above everything, so she gave Sylvain the time of day despite her distaste for him. Khalid and Dorathea privately made an ever-increasing series of bets on when Sylvain would lose it and begin sliding down his inevitable spiral of drugs and alcohol. Khalid’s bet was on an OD at 26. Personally, Khalid hoped that Dorathea’s burgeoning sapphism for that uptight Hawaiian girl would keep her away from the jazz and drink.

Who was he kidding? Dorathea had been in a tween idol group throughout middle school. A voice-based singing quirks that created destructive black sparkles with every note had doomed her from the start. Lesbianism wouldn’t save her. Thank God Khalid was normal.

Ingrid’s face flushed red, and she pointedly looked away from Khalid. Leonie flipped him off. Khalid smiled beatifically at Dimitri. “Lead the way, Sexy Hamlet.”

“Excuse me?”

Dimitri pulled him into the emptied 2A classroom. Khalid took the opportunity to try and get a better look at him. He really did seem fine. Perfectly fine, actually. Maybe Khalid had hallucinated that encounter in the hospital room. Maybe it had been Khalid who was breaking apart, and he had projected everything shattered within him onto Dimitri. He just looked so normal.

Khalid halted in the 2A doorway, leaving Dimitri and Dedue staring expectantly at him. He fought the urge to tug at his collar. Those two had identical eyes. So weirdly piercing. “You said you wanted to talk alone, Dimitri?”

“Yes, that would be preferable.” Khalid pointedly looked at Dedue. Dimitri blinked in confusion before he finally also recognized that other people could see Dedue, and that he was not a particularly judgmental ghost. “Oh! Don’t mind Dedue, he’s very discreet.”

Khalid turned to Dedue and said, in Arabic, “Do you make people forget you exist, or is that a happy side effect of imitating a particularly judgmental rock?”

In Arabic, Dedue said, “Are you grating on purpose, or is it a happy accident?”

In Arabic, Dimitri said, “Rudeness???”

Dimitri and Dedue always made Khalid think of those American children’s cartoons where the idiot bully went everywhere flanked by two stupider children at his side. They only existed to agree with everything the idiot bully said, do anything he asked, and make him look smarter. Even Dimitri was the sweetest glass of milk in Japan and Dedue did nothing but stare at you, the energy persisted. Khalid caught similar vibes from Hubert and Edelgard, but Hubert was closer to the world’s creepiest personal assistant. They both had mafia goon energy. Khalid was constantly waiting for Dedue to crack his knuckles and go ‘you got it, Boss!’ or something.

Which made the smooth and well-pronounced Arabic from Dimitri’s mouth just bizarre. Khalid squinted at Dimitri, who was just staring appalled at Dedue. Dedue looked a little shifty. “What are you doing speaking Arabic?”

“It’s Dedue’s native language,” Dimitri said in Arabic, big-eyed and dewey. “Why wouldn’t I know it?” He turned to Dedue, looking even more tragic. “You don’t have to tolerate that, Dedue.”

“It’s fine, Dimitri-sama.” Dedue crossed his arms, switching back to Japanese. Ugh. Khalid did not understand the usage of that honorific. The squealing fangirls called him the ‘Ouji-sama of UA’, which was adorably disgusting, but even the normal people outside of Gen Ed called him Dimitri-sama. While Khalid, who was the actual prince, didn’t get a single - “I don’t use my quirk outside of pre-approved situations. That is regulation for future heroes.”

Left unsaid: so what’s up with the constant party tricks you pull out to impress girls, asshole?

Khalid crossed his arms too, unimpressed. “What’s the manual definition of private?”

“Please don’t fight, you two.” Dimitri sighed, adopting a put-upon and miserable air. “Claude, I trust Dedue with everything. But I understand your perspective. Dedue, will you wait for us outside? Just to be sure we aren’t interrupted?”

“Of course, Dimitri-sama.”

Just like that, Dedue was gone. The door closed shut behind him with a silent click, and the empty space between Khalid and Dimitri yawned into a void. The space should have grown more comfortable now that the creepy brick wall was gone, but somehow knowing that he was standing right outside of the door made everything weirdly worse. Most of the school would pay a million yen to be in a room alone with Dimitri, but Khalid could only feel vaguely uncomfortable. 

It was a new sensation. Dimitri was embarrassing, but he had always enthusiastically treated Khalid like an equal. We’re all Class Reps, Dimitri would say, so it’s our duty to guide the next generation of UA’s heroes. So let’s be friends, all of us. Khalid had believed those words. 

Looking at Dimitri now, Khalid could only see the man who should have received One For All. Khalid had practically stolen it from him. By his own negligence, idiocy, and shit luck, Khalid had taken away the power that would cement Dimitri’s status as the Symbol of Whitebread or whateverthefuck.

The student closest to Byleth had been Dimitri. Byleth was Khalid’s teacher, but it was Dimitri who she personally mentored. Dimitri who she was actually friends with. Khalid had blown her off half the time. He had never really appreciated her. Dimitri was the one who had given back to her what she had given to him. 

Dimitri had probably been Byleth’s real choice for successor. Just everybody’s shit luck that Khalid had been the one lying on top of her cooling body. 

It was a costly mistake, and one that Khalid couldn’t remedy. But Khalid was stuck looking after Dimitri now, and there was no wriggling his way out of fulfilling the first responsibility he had ever been given.

So Khalid said the most horrific sentence of all, to the person he wanted to say it to the least. When all you had left of somebody was a promise, that wasn’t a promise you could afford to break. 

“How are you doing?” Khalid asked quietly. “Holding in there?”

Dimitri sagged a little, tense smile showing his exhaustion. “As well as one could. And you?”

“Kinda shit, to be honest.”

“As I said. As well as one could.” Dimitri and Khalid exchanged weak smiles. Maybe Khalid could tolerate this guy if he learned curse words. “You’ve been on my mind a great deal, Riegan-san. You were her Class Representative. She…saved you. And…they say Vice Principal Seteth found you holding her.” His voice shook, and he stared fixedly at the ground. Blood pooled in Khalid’s mouth, so maybe he understood. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

Dully, Khalid said, “Seeing as you were the one in love with her, I’ve actually been feeling bad for you.”

“Then maybe we are both convinced the other has it worse.” Dimitri attempted another shaky smile at Khalid, and this time Khalid returned it just to make him feel better. “It makes me think we may be - if it’s not too presumptuous. Of course this is likely quite presumptuous of me. But it’s given me this feeling that we are…I struggle for the word in Japanese.” Dimitri halted, churning through his thoughts, before finally saying in English, “Comrades? That we are comrades, in this way.”

Khalid switched to English too, and he saw Dimtri’s shoulders visibly relax and untense once the language shifted. Unlike Dedue, who only grew tenser when Khalid used his native tongue, Dimitri seemed to lose some of his walls in English. Khalid would have to remember that. “That sounds about right. Way I see it, we’re both trapped in this shitty boat. So you know you can talk to me if you need to, right?”

Dimitri smiled again, fuller and easier, and dipped his head in a nod. “Of course. And you may speak to me too. If you’re experiencing any problems, concerns, or - or if you only wished to speak about Byleth. I would…I wouldn’t mind speaking about Byleth.” Dimitri’s voice lowered, and his eyes fell back on the ground again. “People are treating her name as if it’s poison. Everybody in 2A is just…avoiding the subject. Everybody speaks of the higeki or the sonshitsu, but nobody is speaking of her. I heard Ignatz and Raphael sharing stories of her, so I hoped that in your class it was different.”

“We couldn’t ignore her even if we wanted to.” Khalid had enough explosions under his belt today to prove that. “Moving on and looking forward is the tactical maneuver. It doesn’t help anybody to stay stuck in the past. They’ll expect you to move on too, Dimitri.”

Dimitri laughed a little. It wasn’t a very amused laugh. “As if they aren’t already? I was given five potential answers for any questions I received about Byleth. Vague deflections, all of them. They posted three in memoriam Tweets on my account. And they refused to officially involve me in any investigation into her death or the villains who killed her. Byleth never fit into the HPSC’s world, so they’re erasing her. And yet they’re so interested in her…”

Putting aside the disturbing level of control the HPSC had over Dimitri’s life. “They’re interested in her? How?”

“That’s what I wanted to speak with you about. I needed to know if the HPSC has approached you about Byleth. Has anybody said anything to you? Have you spoken with Principal Rhea?”

Khalid’s spine crawled, and he awkwardly shrugged. “Not really. I think Rhea visited me in the hospital, but I…wasn’t really up to receiving guests, you know. We didn’t get the chance to talk. Why?”

Dimitri’s brow furrowed. He folded his arms, running one thumb over his lower lip in thought. “They asked me a great deal about her quirk.” 

Fuck. 

“They wanted everything I knew about how it worked,” Dimitri continued, unknowingly horrifically. “Of course I observed her more than anybody else in the school - save maybe you, of course. I trained with her after school very frequently. I had to get approval from the HPSC for that. They were quite recalcitrant to give it at the time, but they seemed appreciative now.”

Dimitri was using big-ass English words again, but Khalid was spending more of his mental energy trying not to overtly freak out than cracking open his mental dictionary. He could pick up the gist easily enough. The gist that he might be in a little bit of trouble.

Weakly, Khalid said, “What did you tell them?”

“Only what everybody knew.” There was a strange implication in those words. Dimitri slowly rubbed his lip, deep in thought. “That she had complete control over all botany in her vicinity, as well as minor control over her geography. That could grow a bed of roses with a wave of her arm. That she could grow an acorn into a fully grown oak tree in seconds, and that she could move the oak tree’s branches to wrap around an enemy and capture them. She could control ivy, vines, and roots as if they were her own arms. And the earthquakes, naturally.”

“Ah,” Khalid said, “yeah. Naturally. Remember that famous fight she had against the wannabe League of Villains successors two years ago?”

“It was three. She split a city block in half. Destroyed five buildings, but we never had any aspirational League of Villain revivals after that.”

They said All Might had been a deterrent. Khalid kind of got that now. “I always wondered why she didn’t do that all of the time. If I had the power to create earthquakes I sure wouldn’t keep it in my back pocket.”

“She said it took more of her power than she liked using. No -” In Japanese, Dimitri said, “Than it was safe to use.” He switched back to English, his precise imitation of her quiet vowels falling away. “I always wondered what she meant by that.”

“Maybe her quirk was hard on her body,” Khalid lied. “She made it all look effortless, but she wasn’t all-powerful.”

“That’s what I told the HPSC. Even though…I’m embarrassed to say that I lied, Claude. I told them that her quirk tired her out. Even though it never did. I never saw her experience quirk exhaustion. Not once.”

A strange feeling began to creep over Khalid. He was unsettled. A lot of things about this conversation were unsettling. Dimitri’s thoughtful eyes shouldn’t have been one of them, but… “Didn’t know you were capable of lying to those guys. Surprised they don’t electroshock you or anything.”

Absently, Dimitri said, “No, they never threatened me.” Was it Khalid’s imagination, or did he emphasize ‘me’? “Why the sudden interest? Byleth’s quirk was amazing, but its details were common knowledge. They kept on asking me if she’d discussed her training regime for her quirk. I just told them she didn’t have one…”

This is worrisome. “Training regime?”

Dimitri nodded. “My handler did mention something to me. I asked her why they weren’t just consulting her quirk registry, and my handler said that she didn’t have one. She spent her childhood in a small Ainu village in southeastern Hokkaido. It was extremely remote, and the native people kept no official records or documents. Apparently Officer Jeralt and Vice Principal Seteth had to create legal identification and register her quirk just to secure her hero license. We have very limited information on her and her quirk as a child.”

“Didn’t she start fighting as a Tokyo vigilante when she was fifteen?” Khalid asked, somewhat desperate. He had no idea that Byleth hadn’t legally existed before UA. Why did Yuri never mention anything important? “There has to be footage of her using her quirk from back then, right?”

But Dimitri just shook his head. “The earliest records of her earliest adventures as a vigilante only mention her using her sword. Many victims gave the police reports of her growing them flowers, and she was famous in the slums for growing fruit trees and vegetable gardens to feed the poor and hungry, but she rarely seemed to use her quirk for combat. I think the HPSC couldn’t imagine why somebody would use such a powerful quirk only to feed the hungry…”

“Because they wouldn’t know an actual hero if she spat in their face.” Way too late, Khalid remembered his audience. “Uh, no offense.”

“None taken. I agree with you. Byleth was a true hero. The kind that is almost extinct from this world. Sometimes I thought she might be the only true hero left in Japan.” A shadow fell over Dimitri’s face, and Khalid fought the twisting in his gut. “The HPSC measures the value of a hero based on the might of his quirk. You can see it just by looking around you. Hero class members overwhelmingly have the flashiest, strongest, prettiest, and most virtuous quirks. Almost all of our classmates fit their description of the perfect successors.”

The guy masquerading a powerful mental quirk for a weak but flashy physical quirk knew what he meant. Dimitri undoubtedly saw it in the quirks of his classmates: Ingrid’s beautiful angel wings, Mercedes’ equally angelic healing hands. Felix’s insanely flashy thunderbolts; Annette’s tornadoes; Sylvain’s charms that enraptured a crowd and weakened his enemies. They were truly the quirks of the .001%. How the fuck did Ashe’s lame intangibility sneak in there. No wonder he had an inferiority complex.

Looking at video recordings of old Sports Festivals was hilarious. Fifty years ago, everybody’s quirks were shit. Chargebolt could short out a city block in his prime, but as a teenager his wattage was pretty pathetic. And Cellophane? Tape? Seriously?! 

As heroes, they were among the greats. But that didn’t matter. These days, UA wouldn’t let them in the front door. Why take a chance on somebody with a quirk in the top 5% when there was somebody with a quirk in the top .001% who was willing to work just as hard, who was just as desperate?

Honestly. Kind of reminded Khalid of medical school. In Saudi Arabia, fifty years ago all you needed to get into med school was good grades. These days, you had to have single handedly led a revolution in your impoverished rural village and hand-birthed a herd of camels or something. 

It wasn’t a surprise that Dimitri felt so strongly about it. His family and friends had been massacred by an evil gang of degenerates. They never should have tried to do humanitarian outreach to the ghettos where the people with villain quirks lurked and scuttled in the night. Of course the ghetto of people - including immigrants! - with villain quirks blew them all up. They were villains! And immigrants! Now Khalid had to deal with Dedue! Worst case scenario!

That ghetto was razed, now. None of Dedue’s home remained. The national defense force, police, and a handful of heroes descended upon that ward and smoked out everybody inside. A small culture had disappeared in a night of smoke and fire. Whoever sold Dedue off to the HPSC had saved his life.

“Byleth cared for the Quirkless. She cared for those with animal quirks, mutant quirks, villain quirks -!” Dimitri stopped short, choked up, and he had to swallow harshly before speaking again. “She once told me that she extends her hand to the person who needs her. That’s the sort of hero I wish to become. No - the hero I must become. A hero who takes up arms against the evil who hurts those who cannot defend themselves. The weak, the downtrodden, the forgotten, the exploited…” Dimitri clenched his fist, shuddering a deep breath. “I’ll avenge those who cannot avenge themselves. I’ll take justice for those who cannot take it themselves. For the subjugated and the dead. That’s the hero I will become.”

It was what he said on camera. That was the strangest part. Khalid knew full well that the HPSC wrote everything he said and did. Dimitri’s words in interviews couldn’t possibly be what he actually believed. Even his words to the teachers and other UA students were scripted. But in Dimitri’s interviews, he always said that he wanted to be a hero who protects society from evil. Blue Lion: The Tempest Hero was a hero who saves the good people from the bad. That was Dimitri’s tired and true line. Was it really that different from what he said now?

Did Dimitri tell the truth in front of the cameras? Or was he lying now? Did he always tell the truth, or was he always lying? 

Khalid really didn’t want this to be his problem. He had never meant for Dimitri to become his problem. He was beginning to worry that Dimitri was a problem too big to be solved. 

Byleth. How was he supposed to do this?

Mildly, masking the heavy weight in his chest, Khalid said, “Will he be the HPSCA’s hero?”

“My contract with them ends once I turn eighteen.” Not through any lack of trying. Khalid read through the Japanese laws himself. His uncle had signed Dimitri into a managerial contract with the HPSC when he was thirteen - Lord knows who signed Dedue into it, probably somebody who couldn’t speak Japanese - but child hero contracts are entirely different from adult hero contracts. Khalid couldn’t imagine how hard the HPSC were pressuring Dimitri to sign a new contract. “I’ll make my own way as a hero after that. I’ll become the sort of hero I want to be. A hero who would make Byleth proud. Not the puppet I am today.”

“Wow,” Khalid said, perhaps untactfully. “I didn’t know you cared that you were a puppet.”

Dimitri laughed. It wasn’t a very nice laugh, but Khalid’s words hadn’t been very nice either. “I’m a fraud. Byleth was the only person besides Dedue who ever saw through that Ouji-sama facade and found a human being. She truly inspired me to be better. And now she’s…I’m not sure how to be better, now. I’m not certain it’s still possible to become the person I wanted to be.”

“Dimitri.” Khalid sighed slowly, and he ran a hand through his hair. It made him feel worse, so he dropped his hand. “Byleth…she didn’t get the opportunity to say a lot to me. Before she died. But she was able to tell me a little. And she asked me to…” Khalid swallowed hard, fighting the weakness scratching in his ribcage. “She asked me to look after you.” 

Dimitri was silent. Khalid turned his head away, steadfastly looking at the ground. He didn’t want to know if Dimitri was looking at him - the expression on his face. 

“I don’t really know how,” Khalid said awkwardly. “You clearly - uh, have your own stuff going on. And I have mine. But…that’s what Byleth wanted, alright? So I’ll do my best. Just know that she wanted you to be looked after. I think she’d want you to look after yourself too.”

And Dimitri…look after Dimitri, Claude. He’s fragile. I worry about him.

“Don’t make me disappoint her,” Khalid said, “okay?”

Finally, small and fragile and broken, Dimitri whispered, “Alright. Thank you.” 

“I really didn’t do anything.”

“You did,” Dimitri said. “You did more than you know.”

A school day where he only almost blew somebody up and where he may have positively influenced the severely distraught Ouji-sama of UA’s mental state. Pretty good day at UA, all things told. Leagues better than his previous day. Maybe Khalid’s standards had fallen to rock bottom.

The rest of the day passed relatively without incident. Vice Principal Seteth taught Heroics Seminar. There were worse people to do it. Maybe it was Khalid’s imagination, but Seteth looked at him far too many times during that class. For far too long. 

A distant voice. What had that voice said? 

Claude. Claude. Get a medic. Oh, Lord. God. Byleth. Get a medic here now. Lord, Lord. Claude, please - Claude, let go of her. Careful, now. Are you hurt? Claude, please give me her. Everything will be alright, child. Give me Sensei. Sensei will be fine, just give me Sensei. What’s that all over your face -

“Doing alright, Riegan-san?” 

“Doing awesome,” Khalid said, scooping all of his class materials in his backpack in a frantic sweep. Seteth looked a little impressed and mostly concerned. “Have to go take care of the school chores, bye!”

“Riegan-san, I thought perhaps we could -”

“See you tomorrow, Seteth-sensei!”

[7ndipity]

Roommates with Jin(College au)

Jin x Reader

Summary: Headcanon list and blurb about moving in/being roommates with Jin

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I started it as a drabble, but couldn’t decide on a single idea, so I made it a hc list instead, I hope that's alright. Also, big thanks to everyone for your patience as I slowly catch up on requests.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Moving in together was technically his idea, after your roommate announced they were transferring and you were stressing about finding a new one

“What if I just move in?” He’d all but blurted one evening over dinner, leaving you to nearly choke on your drink before gaping at him.

You’d only been dating for about six months, so you definitely had some concerns about moving too fast, but you couldn’t deny that the idea was a lot more appealing than living with a potential stranger, so ultimately you agreed.

He was so happy when you said yes, practically skipping to buy packing supplies.

The two of you fell into habit with each other surprisingly fast, balancing out tasks and chores almost without thought.

He makes sure you wake up on time in the morning, you make his coffee. He takes the trash out, you do the vacuuming. Etc…

You’re friends joke that you’ve become the parents of the group, bc there’s always someone sleeping over on your couch or staying for dinner(and by someone, I mean usually Jungkook)

Which reminds me, he’s a really good cook(he jokes that he almost went to culinary school instead of majoring in film) He was lowkey horrified by the amount of instant ramen and takeout you’d been surviving on previously, so your diet definitely improved when he moved in.

Half of your conversations are yelled because you’re on opposite ends of the appartment and refuse to walk through the house to find each other.(yeah, the neighbors kinda hate you, but it’s just Joon and Yoongi, so it’s nbd)

Late night cram sessions, where one or both of you are almost falling asleep on the other’s shoulder, but you won’t just go on to bed because you’re trying to be supportive.

Movie nights that he claims count as studying for him(even tho you’re like 99% sure his professor didn’t assign Shrek 2 as viewing material)

Being able to find each other's things, but never your own.

Going all out for holiday decorations, but you have to agree on them before purchsing bc one time you bought one of those motion activated figures for Halloween without telling him and he almost had a heart attack and punched it in the face.

Groaning as you set down the last box, you staggered over to where Jin sat unpacking another box before sliding down to sit next to him on the floor with a soft thud.

“Is that the last of it?” He asked.

“Yep, everythings here.” You slumped against his shoulder, “Ugh, I’m so tired. I think I went up and down those stairs two hundred times.”

“Hey, look.” Jin nudged you as he looked around at the disorganized mix of furniture and boxes scattered throughout the space.

“What?”

“We did it. We’re in our apartment.” He said, grinning at you proudly.

“Yeah, we are.” You agreed, returning his smile.

”This is our living room. That’s our bedroom, our bathroom.” He pointed as he spoke.

“We have a kitchen too.” You noted.

“You wanna cook dinner together in our kitchen?” He asked, raising a brow at you.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’m too tired now.” You sighed, falling back on the floor dramatically. “Can we just go to bed?”

“Fine by me.” He chuckled, getting to his feet and turning to face you. Rather than helping you up, however, he simply grabbed hold of your ankles and began pulling you across the floor.

“What are you doing?!” You squealed.

“Taking you to bed.” He said. “I can’t carry you right now, my back hurts.”

[sirbarnb]

Deadpool and Wolverine Review

2 reviews in one night. I kinda forgot y'all existed

Anyway; Deadpool and Wolverine slapped... Bye *Blasts NSYNC*

Na but let's break the writing down. I am a writer and I feel i don't do 'writing reviews' even tho I'm meant to. So here we go

Deadpool's arc feels generic. But we've never seen Deadpool really stirpped down like this before, and I like that. He's lowkey way over his head in this movie. He's rusty from all those years of none Deadpool-ing. He sells fucking Hondas. And I think they noncalantly put that rustiness in throughout the movie and I have huge respect for that. Deadpool just wants to be a hero. But he was looking at it all wrong. He told himself he needs to be seen to be a hero. Which you don't. You just need to feel like one, and be told it by people who's opinions you care about. And I think that's the theme. Self-belief that what you do is correct. He went from selling cars with Peter. 10 minutes later, he's saving his entire Universe. Then an hour later, he's saving the fucking multiverse.

One aspect of his character that no one has somehow picked up on is his carelessness of people of other Universes. He pinned insults Johnny Storm said to Cassandra to get him killed, because he felt like it. He repeatably lied to Wolverine because he wasn't HIS Wolverine. If he doesn't work out, just get another one. But he also realises, that he can't. He doesn't have time to find a new Wolvie. The Void resistance team he never really cared about. Because he didn't know them, they don't even exist in his Universe enough for him to care. And I think this is also a part of the movies message to big wig companies that keep making Multiverse movies. That we don't fucking care about other Universe characters, they die. Oh no, anyway. It was just fan castings that lasted 2 fucking seconds. We want Plot, we want characters journeys. We want to get to know these characters. We want to know why they are who the are. What their end goal is. Why they are even in that moment. What is next for them. What they go through whilst we're with them. To then feel something at the end. But we don't get that at all, in any Multiverse movies. Except Spiderverse and No Way Home. Which is why those movies worked! We got to know them/already knew em. We knew what to expect, what their goals were. Johnny Storm was murdered... Okay, we saw him fight for 2 seconds, expecting him to be Capn' America. Then he was alive for another 2 minutes. Then dead. NEXT

Anyway moving on to Wolvie. Many people have reminded me this is a rehash of Logan. And I can't say I disagree. A drunk, regretful Wolverine. Is forced to save someone or something. And has to refind that Wolverine rage to save people... But you look deeper. And that's not what Deadpool and Wolverine are trying to do. This isn't a one-up to Logan. This is a one-down.

Think about it. This Wolverine is "the worst one". He abandoned the only people he loved and wanted to be around. Because he had to keep up this facade of not wanting to be with them. Logan's Wolverine, he had experienced all of that previously. He has felt loved, he has felt happy. And he got it ripped from him. This Wolverine we saw, he caused his own downfall. He deserves this life. He deserves to rot in his piss and shit and be chastised by everyone who comes across him. He's a fucking failure of a hero. Logan was THE fucking hero. Wolverine's Arc in this movie was starting over again. Learning to pick yourself back up to help someone else who is about to lose what he lost by being who he is now. Realising that ye, maybe he isn't the right person for the job. But what if, for once. He fucking is. What if he becomes that Wolverine everyone relies on. That Wolverine that picks up from Logan's legacy. The man who finds his purpose once again, thanks to this new lifeline he was given. Which is why Wolverine's ending was so good. Deadpool welcomed him into his circle. A group of new people. New characters he can learn new lessons from. Rather than being stuck with his old lessons he kept reteaching himself to make him hate his own self more.

Paradox, fuck knows what he was doing. He wasn't really important at the end of the day. But the writers wanted him to be seen as a buffoon with all the power. The guy who wanted lives to be ended quickly. Without realising that 1000 years into the future. Humanity, will probably be fucking dead

Cassandra Nova (smash). I liked her. She didn't really have an Arc. She was a sociopath. Feeling like she's in the shadow of her twin brother that she never really even knew. She never felt like getting to know. So she had no idea that he would actually save her, and love her like a sister. She served the movie well. And she was written for the plot

[meret118]

In 2008, a software developer in San Francisco named Curtis Yarvin, writing under a pseudonym, proposed a horrific solution for people he deemed “not productive”: “convert them into biodiesel, which can help power the Muni buses.”

Yarvin, a self-described reactionary and extremist who was 35 years old at the time, clarified that he was “just kidding.” But then he continued, “The trouble with the biodiesel solution is that no one would want to live in a city whose public transportation was fueled, even just partly, by the distilled remains of its late underclass. However, it helps us describe the problem we are trying to solve. Our goal, in short, is a humane alternative to genocide.”

He then concluded that the “best humane alternative to genocide” is to “virtualize” these people: Imprison them in “permanent solitary confinement” where, to avoid making them insane, they would be connected to an “immersive virtual-reality interface” so they could “experience a rich, fulfilling life in a completely imaginary world.”

Yarvin’s disturbing manifestos have earned him influential followers, chief among them: tech billionaire Peter Thiel and his onetime Silicon Valley protégé Senator J.D. Vance, whom the Republican Party just nominated to be Donald Trump’s vice president. If Trump wins the election, there is little doubt that Vance will bring Yarvin’s twisted techno-authoritarianism to the White House, and one can imagine—with horror—what a receptive would-be autocrat like Trump might do with those ideas.

Way back in 2012, in a speech on “How to Reboot the US Government,” he said, “If Americans want to change their government, they’re going to have to get over their dictator phobia.” He had also written favorably of slavery and white nationalists in the late 2000s (though he has stated that he is not a white nationalist himself).

Both Thiel and Vance are friends of Yarvin.

. . .

In 2016, Yarvin attended Thiel’s election night party in San Francisco where, according to Chafkin, champagne flowed once it became clear that Thiel’s investment in Donald Trump would pay off.

Since entering politics, Vance has publicly praised—and parroted—Yarvin’s ideas. 

. . .

When Vance ran for U.S. Senate in 2022, Thiel spent an unprecedented $15 million on the campaign and persuaded Trump to endorse him (Vance had previously compared Trump to Hitler). In 2024, Thiel led the charge to convince Trump to pick Vance as V.P.

. . .

Yarvin is the chief thinker behind an obscure but increasingly influential far-right neoreaction, or NRx, movement, that some call the “Dark Enlightenment.” Among other things, it openly promotes dictatorships as superior to democracies and views nations like the United States as outdated software systems. Yarvin seeks to reengineer governments by breaking them up into smaller entities called “patchworks,” which would be controlled by tech corporations.

More at the link.

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Are you fucking kidding me?!! Why isn't this leading every news report? Is this well known, and I somehow just missed knowing about this yarvin sociopath? This needs to be exposed like project 2050 is!

It's like republicans are deliberately trying to see if they can find someone worse to put in the oval office each time - nixon, reagan, dumbya, trump, and eventually vance.

[gars-jasons-gf]

Gar Logan Headcannons in a Relationship with reader

titans!gar logan bc he's my comfort character and i love him

(also im in love with this gif rn so yeah)(also, again this is my first post so plsssss like support and stuff)(also, again, for the last time gif isn't mine)

Alright, before i even start let me just say that dating gar is like having a best friend. That is bc he is your best friend. Before you two even started dating he made sure to be your best friend so he could know everything about you. Your birthday, favorite food, favorite color, your background, he'll learn everything about you.

He is like the biggest softie ever. Like for a boy who can turn into a killing, murdering, scary ass tiger(even tho he avoids killing and that stuff) he is the softest and most caring and thoughtful out of everyone. Like we all know this. But he is has a massive soft spot for you like he is nice and stuff to his team mates but to you, he could be mid argument with someone and as soon as you walk into the room he'll look over at you and his whole expression will soften.

He just loves being around you and he'll find any excuse to be near or with you. Training, he'll def train with you. Missions, he personally asks Dick in private if you two can be on missions together. Cleaning, his excuse was "oh they'll definitely need help with folding the clothes." "they're literally folding her clothes only." "and it'll get the job done faster." There was def a time where he said he needed to go with you to take the bins out, because someone might jump you on your way to the bins.

Basically the point is he loves being around you.

So who did tell the other about their feelings first? Him. It came out by accident. During an argument. After a mission. In the rain. You both were arguing about you being hurt and not being able to go on the next mission after you had previously brought up the fact 'you could go on a mission right now.' He was quite concerned for you saying you were not ready. Clearing taking it a bit further then it needed to go. So when he said "it's because i care about you and you can't go on another mission this week." and you retaliated saying "it's not your choice." Then he finished it by saying "I love you, alright and you can't get hurt again this week, you almost died tonight." Leading you to smash your lips onto him.

After that kiss let's just say he was very happy and couldn't stop smiling. Even days after the kiss, he couldn't make eye contact without smiling or blushing. Leading some weird questions asked by the team. Eventually Gar told Connor who told Kory who told Dick who told Donna who told Dawn and Hank and somehow Jason found out. Then about a week after the kiss Gar popped the big question to you asking if you wanted to be his partner to which you said "yes." Bc y wouldn't you?

But, it takes like 3 weeks for one of you both to say the word. Like THE word. The Love word. It was him again. This time he was zoned out and staring at you when he said out loud "god y/n, i love you so much." to which you lifted your head up and looked at him with the biggest smile ever. He was panicking until you said it back. But you both can guarantee that Kory was in the room at the time and got it on video or Kory and Dick are watching you both through the security camera and then leaked it on the [yours and gar's ship name] group chat that they have for some reason.

Now dates. It's mostly take out food like pizza or thai. You'll both play video games most of the time and cuddle but that's something you both enjoy. That's something that brings you both joy eating, cuddling, playing video games it's all that you need.

Pt 2?????????

[blorbingqls]

"We accept the love we think we deserve" - seeing this quote in terms of love and control as subjects in Only Friends

With @tomatoland 's brilliant post on TopMew on the above quote here , i think that with 7 eps in, we have understood that love and control are very well linked with ephemerality as a subject.

As i have previously linked epheremality with control here, i would like to talk about how love also makes us lose control with the impermanence of life. This is a long overdue post for 4 eps now.

linking the ephemerality squad here so that you can also share your opinions on this @waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @slayerkitty @respectthepetty @ranchthoughts (anyone else i am missing, pls tag, i really appreciate it)

TopMew

As Tomato (@tomatoland i hope you're okay with that nickname; i really tried to find a name on your blog for you) has referred in their post, Mew left his bubble of insecurities and got his heart broken. Completely legible and correct on his point. Top really loves Mew but now Mew has no reason to believe him anymore. With the play in their power dynamics, both of them loved each other and lost control of the way they wanted the relationship. Yes, if Top and Mew has stuck to their original plans - just reaching to the point of ideality and sex, then, this relationship should have ended after they got their goals. I dont think that sex was a goal for Mew as much as it was for Top, but, we can say it was in the secondary.

But as they fell in love, they, especially Top understood how the love he received from Mew is so much more than he thought he deserves (taking into account his trauma and past experiences). So , even though Mew is projecting his hurt by doing things that literally are asshole-ish as fuck on his accord, Top is willing to let go all of that since even he knows he is in the wrong this time and he is willing to lose all control he has on his life - of fame, money and insecurities in order to have Mew back. Top is willing to be as obsessive as Mew said he would be in a relationship in order to get and accept the love he think he deserves from Mew, even if it won't be good.

But, I also feel, the concept of love as explored in the series so far, not just runs along with TopMew because of the books, but also with all the remaining couples in the show. I won't discuss P'Yo and her partner, CheumApril in this segment, because I want more angles on this from the coming episodes in order to validate my point. But, I'll discuss this point with our other views on the couples: RayMew, TopBoston, SandRay, and BostonNick.

RayMew

Now, RayMew is a pairing that is being enforced on the viewers for the past 3 episodes now and the last episode shows a pretty good view of how as characters, Mew and Ray view each other.

For Ray, his love is unconditional for Mew because it correlates with that fact that Mew was the only reason who made him stay in this world - who made him believe that he deserves the love from his friends, the love which he didn't get from his parents or any potential partners. But potential partners were never in the scene because Mew was Ray's emergency contact. Their relationship runs deep and however much you may think, even if Ray thinks Mew's love for him could be more as a friend, he also believes that because as he is so damn shitty and a fucking burden to society, he can't ask for more from Mew for the sake of their friendship and his esteem. He keeps entertaining the idea of them as partners several times, but, until ep 7, Mew has never entertained the idea that his love for Ray will be any worthy of more than a friend. Because, Mew wants to continue making the boundary and keep the control, according to me.

Now, as Mew has entertained the idea, i am interested how it pans out in the next episode (not very promising tho). just linking this out here because its so fucking interesting.

TopBoston

We will mainly take here Boston's viewpoint since Top gave up on this since the very beginning and became firm with it post ep 3. He gives no flying fucks about the possiblity of it. Top considers Boston to be a one night stand and a one night stand only.

Boston, as has mentioned so many times, considers Top to be top tier; the person who gives him something as close to love because as an Machiavellian prince (refer here) Boston considers Top to be the only worthy competitor in his reign. And he really doesn't care if he hurt others feeling. Mind you, Boston has been the most truthful to himself, maybe not to others. And as a prince, his love speaks volume through keeping them in their reign because ultimately Boston wants power and control in his arena. That's the fucking politics of it. And Top is the only worthy contender who can damage his reign. Hence, he wants the top tier power as much as possible, and only Top can give him that. Him fucking off to America, that can easily happen through Top, because he is a very well known hotel chain owner/manager. So, Boston wants his loves, because he very well thinks he deserves it and he accepts it as much as he can. But, he also knows that for him, he can't make this love into a weakness, because that will be out of his control.

Boston however, as Mew so incredibly pointed out, is gullible. Ray couldn't see through him, but, MEW FUCKING DID. That is why even though Boston didn't consider Mew as his competitor, he was fucking jealous of him because Mew got Top and was chosen over eventually by Top. Mew has the power that Boston didn't think he had, till now. And tbh, Mew is now winning the game, despite his insecurities with his relationship with Top.

THE WAR HAS BEGUN, MY FRIENDS.

SandRay

God, I have so many feeling for these babies. Where to start? Okay so, you know in second episode, Sand built that boundary with Ray regarding friends with benefits? Well, it has backfired on him. COMPLETELY.

As ep 8 preview says, I love how Sand realised the fact that they were never friends to begin with, for even to have made that boundary to make sense. Sand is a pathetic little man, as so many of you have pointed out, but, why is he the way he is?

His incredible nature to be so caring of others around him has made him feel like its his responsibility to take care of everything. His mother, his business, his money and job, his style and even his fucking roommate. Now, Sand is so emotionally attached to this damsel in distress, pathetic burden to society (affectionate) Ray, that even before they became friends, he made Ray his responsibility. Sand has no right to ask for love from Ray, because they are not friends, lest friends with benefits to ask for any care towards himself. But he selfishly asks, for the first time.

Because, as a person who keeps on taking care of others endlessly, it is harder for them to ask for the care and love they expect and deserve from whom they love while keeping their self esteem intact. And for Ray to completely shut him down at that time, and him still following Ray while he was drunk, makes him so much real because you feel responsible for that person. You are their emergency staff, even if they don't consider you to be.

While Ray comes from another perspective itself. He initially wanted to know Sand more as a person, because he is a person who wanted to explore the life beyond what has been given to him. He is a spoilt brat, and when he realised that he can't buy Sand's love, he explored it with him.

But because I think Ray believes that Sand will always be for him, even when he does asshole-ish behaviour (because thats where everyone leaves) he has taken Sand for granted. The backup option. Anything goes wrong with his ideal relationship, he can always go running back to Sand, because Sand has become his addiction.

Apart from drugs and alcohol, Mew and Sand are the only people he can keep coming back to. For Mew, it is only at a cost. At some conditions, only for something personal. While maybe Ray wants explore that possibility with Sand, but he is afraid. He is afraid that Sand will go away. just as Mew did. A person who can only consider him a friend and nothing more. Even if he wants to explore that possibility with both of them, loving them at the same time, he can't make people his priority, because he doesn't know how to do that. Nor does he think he's worthy of it. So, he accepts whatever he thinks he deserves off Sand's love and care.

I am interested to see how it pans out for these idiots once his relationship with Mew falls out. I am concerned for Ray so much. Give him access to therapy and rehab soon pls. Sand and Ray's father I think are going in that direction, with this speculation by @prapaiwife.

BostonNick

Now, our final pair has been the most interesting couple in this show so far. Why do I say that?

Well, for Nick, Boston is one of the top-tier gays. As pointed out by Boston, he likes bad guys. And lets be honest, Boston, most dishonest, cunning bastard out there. So, Nick believes that he will be that gay who lands the top tier dick and fix this problem. Right?

Wrong. Nick very well knows this won't happen. Still he keeps hoping for more as Boston doesn't know how to not be a hypocrite as a prince. He keeps giving some here and there false hope through his actions, not words which makes Nick believe he's special, but he's not. He takes whatever love he thinks Boston gives him, despite him not being his number one, despite Boston cheats on him over and over again. He just wants whatever of love as actions that Boston can give to him because that proves wrong all of his low self esteem. So he accepts whatever he thinks he deserves because he can't ask for more in a bed friend relationship. With Boston's guard so up and his will to leave the country, Nick knows he can't do anything but try to make him stay. Even if that's a 99% chance of not happening. He tries because he doesn't want Boston to hate him. He only wants him to love him. Because for him, thats enough.

The sadness keeps on piling up for these outsider, hard working roommates, doesn't it?

While, for Boston, he is nothing but a rebound from the angst of not getting Top. He wants a serious relationship, and maybe, he does look for it in Nick, maybe not, but he doesn't love Nick. He doesn't love Top either. For Boston, Nick is a toy he wanted to play with.

Because he cares about his reign, his reputation. And, Nick realised that. Hence, Mew contacted him and Nick gave that information to Mew. They will bring Boston down together because Nick somewhere believes he can get him back.

But Nick babygirl, he doesn't love you bub. He doesn't. And, it hurts so much. Because Boston keeps on taking from you, whatever he deserves. And that is your care for him, for granted. He is a leech bub. He is.

Now, how does it all link to ephemerality and control?

Well, love itself is impermanent. It doesn't stay.

The world knows this and still we chase it. And at an age as our characters, we chase love and freedom like anything. In order to gain control. We take up jobs, more courses to learn, experiment with love and relationships, with people because the time is ticking and people say now is the age. We break hearts and get it broken.

As P'Jojo says "This show is Hurt People Hurt People", tell me who hasn't been hurt by love, by control and by living at its time? And also by missing out each of these experiences because you were lonely with your own life and burdens?

We accept the hate and love the life gives us, because this is what we think we deserve out of this. And tbh, these feelings, are never permanent. They keep changing with time, and that's the only thing thats permanent.

Change is the only thing that remains permanent.

[miimo96]

Marvel Rivals UPDATE:

So after a while I finally started getting good at Marvel rivals and can kinda basically play the game at this point, and is it just me or has the game gotten really TOUGH, my god it was NOT like this when I started, tho that's probably because I've been sick and therefore haven't had time to play/ hone my skills, however I can confidently say that I have gotten really good, so much so that I've basically reached LV 14 believe it or not, I haven't tried Ranked/ competitive yet so I don't know how that will go but I'm pretty sure that I'll be alright, ESPECIALLY since I've gotten REALLY good with my 2 Mains now ^^

Yep that's right I'm a Moon Knight and Cloak and dagger main now, and I'm not just saying that because they're really easy to play with, I'm ACTUALLY really good with both of them and before you ask, No, I don't only use cloak when I'm playing cloak and dagger, I actually use both and play my part in the team, if anything I'm mainly stuck on Dagger because people keep DYING! Like damn am I the only healer in the group? because it Sure FEELS LIKE IT SOMETIMES!! Anyway yeah they're pretty fun to use, now moon knight is a different story, if I got good range I'm basically effing invincible yet somehow not MVP at times, which I don't understand because if it weren't for me, MY TEAM WOULD NOT WIN half of the time! Like We could be getting Squad wiped by a whole Scarlett witch and Winter soldier but if I'm there and have GOOD aim that day, yeah it's GG's because best believe those damn Moonerrangs are coming Straight for your head, and don't even think of trying to sneak me with Spider man because I WILL club you to death. Yeah those are basically my 2 favorites to play with and I'm SO glad that they have a team Special together because that's helped me in SO MANY ways it's not funny, I do play with other characters like Star lord, squirrel girl, Punisher and even Jeff at times but for the most part, yeah it's definitely Moon knight and cloak and dagger 4 SURE, and speaking of FOUR

Yes I have been aware that Marvel's 1st family is finally coming to Rivals and OMG not only do the character designs look great (especially Sue my WORD 😍 ) but also I love that we are getting new skins, new maps, new modes, and basically new EVERYTHING, bro Midtown looks so effing cool from what I've seen in the trailers and I love how the theme of this season is basically Vampires, I didn't get to collect any of the damn comic books from season 0 so best believe I will TRY to get them for this 1, and really hope we either get to fight Dracula and doom or at least get them as playable characters because DAMN do they look good, not to mention Dracula owes my boy Moon knight $5 I NEED to see some dialogue with that PLEASE! ^w^ Wow between this and the fact that they're movie comes out this year, 2025 has been the year for fantastic four so far, yeah I totally can't wait for this, anyway that's just a small little update regarding my Marvel rivals journey for you all, like I said previously if you're interested in playing just hit me and we can probably Squad wipe together if ya want but other than that, Yeah I'm REALLY enjoying this game now, totally can't wait to see what comes next, Next up: Ranking, okay bye y'all ^^

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This thought had been in my head before, and I didn't think about making a post about it till I saw a really dumb post I disagreed with.

Once again talking about Izuku having a crush on Ochako, while acting as if Izuku is an average shounen protag like all the others. Except for one thing...

While it can be stated that Izuku did at one point have a crush on Uraraka, and I'm not gonna dispute that, many have already pointed out how Izuku very quickly gets over it the more time he spends at U.A. And all of this is true, but there's one thing I haven't seen anyone point out yet and that's that all of Izuku's moments where we see him crushing on Ochako I treated like a gag.

There's a lot of moments from the earlier parts of the series so I didn't grab them all. But I'm gonna use some to make my case here.

this is literally the first panel where we see this happen, and right off it comes across less like a crush and more like...actually I don't know how to even describe that face...

But the point is that it doesn't really seem like the face of someone who's flustered (especially because we see Izuku get flustered at multiple other points and it looks nothing like this-), and he's barely blushing at all in this. The way that this scene is made, makes it seem like you're meant to treat this in jest. "Oh a teen boy having a crush on a girl, just a boy being a boy!" Yes. A boy being a boy. A teen boy who was previously bullied and ostracized by all his peers and who's only interaction with the opposite sex would have been his mom. I can't imagine why he's having this reaction. Anyways.

Okay now Izuku is flustered...but it's because of personal space? Not the girl in front of you? Huh. Okay. This happens again btw, during the first OVA (I think), where Uraraka in her excitement at being paired up with Izuku ends up in his personal space without consideration for his boundaries.

This continues on sparsely throughout random points in the story, until they just...stop. Completely. And this interesting, because every other time regarding IzuOcha specifically focuses on Uraraka and her feelings about Izuku. And it's never treated as a joke. Whereas with Izuku, you're meant to find it funny, but never highly important, or warranting you're full attention. It's just something that I find interesting, especially when you take into consideration how this parallels KiriMina and KamiJirou, and how for both boys and their feelings toward their respective love interests their feelings are treated again, with weight.

And like I said, Uraraka's emotions are treated seriously. We're given multiple moments to see her contemplate on this stuff. But never Izuku. Why? Because he's not important, it was always gonna be one-sided thing between them, imo I don't think, even if bkdk was never meant to be a thing, that Hori ever intended for this to be a deep, meaningful relationship between these two. That it was always never gonna happen. That's my two cents tho.

Not sure how to end this off, so yeah...if anyone wants to add anything or ask if I didn't explain something well enough lemme know cause I have no idea if I did 😅

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @akitosheart request: Idk if ur requests are open but can I ask for a Tsukasa Tenma x reader and they go both to skating?, and reader basically doesn’t know how to skate so they had to use whatever that trainer hold is called, while reader is just skating around… they crashed into Tsukasa’s arms? Romantic btw

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ They indeed were when you requested so we're good! Also, I THINK you didn't specify what type of skating sooo I choosed ice-skating since that's my bigger passion! Hopefully it's not a problem and you'll still like it! ^^

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Winter started and Tsukasa was hyped to go on ice-skating date, and you didn't had the heart to disagree... You warned him you can't really skate but he didn't mind! So if that wasn't a problem... you decided to give it a try after all.

On the day of your day, you were under impression by how well your boyfriend could skate... maybe he couldn't do any tricks but the fact he could just speed through the rink in under a minute impressed you enough... Meanwhile you decided to take last ice-skating trainer and try not to fall with it's help.

Tsukasa was actually right next to you this entire time! He skated slightly behind you to assure you, even if you fall, he'll catch you. And he was rambling entire circles too, so you didn't even had time for negative thoughts!

But then... some mother with child approached you asking for the ice-skating trainer you were using... she was very polite and she had one more kid to watch out after... and it seemed like she was a single mother too. Your boyfriend tho, knew you needed it and was about to decline, but you jumped in to answer a bit faster than him.

"Yeah... sure thing. Here you go."

You gave her the ice-skating trainer and now was left with Tsukasa who was looking at you surprised and also a bit worried

"Huh? Are you sure? Didn't you said you can't skate? Are you gonna be alright?"

"Well... I need to finally learn how to skate!"

"I guess... alright! I'll be your ice-skating trainer then!!"

And then he began skating backwards!? It was slow, yes but still even more impressive... but he used that to hold your hands so you could have additional support.

"There we go! You're doing great! You won't even need any support soon!"

"Heh... thanks..."

Feeling a bit confident thanks to his words and how well you were doing, your confidence rised, making you take the risk you never really did previously.

"Mind if I try?"

"If you're sure... of course! I won't be far!"

He kept his word and skated back just a little bit, so he could still catch you if you fall. You on the other hand were doing pretty good at the start! But then, you moved your skate just a bit too much to it's tip... which lead to you falling down...

But instead of your face meeting cold, hard ice, it was met with something much softer and warmer! You were almost at the end to getting to Tsukasa, so despite it being a quick fall, you fell right into his arms!

"Good job!! See? I knew you could do it!"

"What do you mean...? I feel!"

"Everyone fall sometimes! Me too! But you still went long way, trust me!"

He smiled down at you and held you steadily. He looked genuinely proud! Not like he was just fakely trying to make you feel better... it actually felt like he knew how much you must've struggled and was proud of both, the risk you took and how well you did in the end.

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