#good luck figuring out the truth now asshole

[letmebegaytodd]

fuck you *unreliables your narrator*

[planeteroticaaa]

— ALL MINE

(part of erotica’s & lovae’s valentines special💋)

ice hockeyplayer!jean who walked around the campus with the many gifts and trinkets various girls gave him, each one wishing him good luck for the big game today. he didn’t care about the chocolates, teddy bears, or the other stupid shit they gave him. hell, he didn’t even bother reading the love letters. none of it meant anything to him when he had to figure out an over the top way to make you his valentines because not only were you his soulmate and the one he’s supposed to grow old with, but he needed to win you back.

he walked past your lecture hall like he did everyday on his way to his own, thinking about how he used to be late to his own class trying to walk you to yours. it never mattered to him seeing as he always made up for it by participating in class and getting high grades on assignments. he didn’t know why he still poked his head inside the room to see if you were there. he tells himself and his friends that it’s to make sure you “got to class safely”, but in reality, he knows nothing’s gonna happen to you in the 5 to 6 minute walk from the dining hall to your lecture. truth be told, he really just wanted to see you. since the two of you broke up, you avoided him like the plague, but he knew you would have no choice but to see him when he’d visit the room you were in daily, using the fact that one of his teammates was in the same class as you.

though today was different because right when he was about to go into the room, he watched that very teammate ask you out with flowers and chocolates. he glared, scoffing watching you act all “excited” about candies you hated and flowers that weren’t even your favorite. it took everything in him to stop himself from going in there and breaking his jaw when you kissed his cheek and hugged him with your arms around his neck and his on your waist. how would you feel watching him kiss a girl after reading her love declaration?! it was even worse knowing he would have to play with him later today. the whole team knew he was still obsessed with you, especially this guy since he always teased jean about it so what fuck was he doing asking you out?

he thought about it the entire day. he knew that many guys were interested in you, but he didn’t think somebody would actually be bold enough to do something about their feelings. he had on his gear, ready for the final game of the season. his coach’s words of motivation went in one ear and out the other as he stared down his smug ass teammate. as everyone started to hype themselves up with different handshakes and chants, jean remained quiet, even bumping his shoulder going past him. his final straw was seeing you cheering at the game, just, not for him. you screamed that asshole’s name, your friends alongside you all happy about your possible new relationship and when he winked at you, jean tackled him onto the ice.

he knew he was in a world of trouble now once he got on top of him. he grabbed the collar of his shirt and began punching him, not stopping when the guy managed to get situated and got a few hits in, or when the security rushed over, or when he heard his coach yelling at him from the side. he had slight bruising on his cheek, his lip was bleeding, his knuckles were scratched up when he threw his gloves off, and he was being penalized and cussed out by his coach, but it was worth seeing you stare at him with your mouth gaped open. your more confused than pissed face said, “did you seriously just do that?” and the wink he gave you with the smirk on his lips while his coach spat in his face said, “yeah, and i’d do it a thousand times over.”

he wasn’t shocked when you went home right after the incident. he was hoping to talk to you once the game was over, but it worked out since it gave him time to buy the snacks and sweets you actually liked, flowers that were actually your favorite, and prepare his “i’m sorry, please take me back” speech. he originally wanted to do something crazy to show his never ending love, but it was clear after today he had no time to waste. with a done up basket, pretty flowers, and a speech he recited under his breath on the way to the door, he was ready though when he knocked on your front door and you opened it wearing his spare jersey he thought he lost with nothing visibly under it, arms crossed over your chest and leaning against the door frame with a disapproving look on your face, everything he planned to say left him at that very second. “well?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. “gimme another chance?” he asked, an unsure grin on his pretty, bandaged face. you looked him up and down and just sighed before grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging him inside the room.

“s-shit baby…you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his head thrown back on your pillow, big, veiny hands on your hips as you bounced yourself on his cock with your hands back behind you on his strong thighs. you almost forgot how big and girthy his dick was, the stretch burning you when you first sat down on it after months of nothing and guys that were no match to him. “look so beautiful riding me like that,” he said mostly to himself, staring up at you with lust blown pupils, taking in the blissful expressions you made and the softness of your breast as he massaged them under the jersey.

fuck, it felt amazing, the veins running along his length grazing your walls, the curve ensuring the fat tip hit you right where you needed it, the thickness of it giving you that same delicious burn from before that had your legs about to give out, the ring of white cream you made at the base of his cock dripping down his balls, ass sticking to his pelvis from your mixed, gluey essences. you were getting tired and he could tell you were with how you occasionally didn’t bounce, but instead rocked your hips with your nails digging into his skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

he watched you, wondering when you’d quit being stubborn and admit you need help as he moved his hands all over your body, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, harshly slapping your ass. he hadn’t had you like this in months, dick inside your tight walls making a mess all over him and whatever surface was beneath you. how long had it been since you fucked somebody? he hadn’t done anything to any woman since you’d broken up, even going as far to tell them that he was still with you. well, it didn’t matter, he could tell from the whimpers and whines that left your lips as your desperately rode him to continue that sensation of his cock bruising your cervix that if anybody fucked you, it wasn’t like this.

it was when your pace significantly slowed down that he sighed and pulled you down to him. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck like you were waiting for him to do this as he propped his feet into the bed sheets. with his hands on your ass, spreading it apart, he started to thrust up into your pussy. you screamed, eyes rolling back as his fat cock dragged in and out of you, balls slapping against you from the fast, rough change in pace. you could tell much he missed you from the way he hugged you close to him while making you cream in his cock. “yes! j-jean—yes, just like that, don’t stop!” you cried out, drool dripping down your chin as he fucked you further through your orgasm, overstimulating your pussy when he reached a hand down to rub harsh circles on your puffy, throbbing clit.

“missed you so much, baby,” jean grunted, the speed of his thrust into your pussy not letting up. “i—i missed you too! missed you so much,” you cried, moving your head from its spot in the crook of your neck to look him in his light brown eyes. your lips soon met his, tongue hastily pushing inside his mouth and swirling along his after such a long time without one another. everything was messy, saliva coating both of your chins, the liquids from your previous orgasms painting the bedsheets and allowing him to better fuck up into you with ease, the thin layer of sweat that covered your bodies sticking the two of you together.

“please, please, please fill me up,” you babbled incoherently, begging when you felt his cock start twitching inside your tight, gummy walls. his thrust became rougher, the broken, but rough and intense rhythm of his mushroom tip hitting everywhere you needed it too taking you to the brink of another orgasm. “imma fill your pretty pussy with my cum…she’s missed me so much, hasn’t she?” “yes! s-so much!” you gasped, eyes in the back of your head and body jerking as you started creaming all over him again. “i’m cumming! ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming, fuckkk!” you practically sobbed, pussy gushing. your walls spasmed around his cock, making him pump your insides with his hot, thick, ropes of cum.

you felt it leak out of your abused hole as he continued to fuck and overstimulating the two of you through your orgasms to the point you were crying and he was biting down on your shoulder with his eyes rolled back. you continued to fill the room with the most filthy noises, the sweet squelching sound from you pussy echoing and the slapping of your skin on his being all that you could hear once he had you seeing stars because he didn’t stop, even when he was about to cry from the overwhelming feeling himself. he was just too scared to lose you again.

[conchoronzon]

Hey do you have any advice for a new pred? I havent eaten anyone yet but I finally started to get the cravings. My friend group is mostly preds with the other 'late bloomers' having either gotten snatched up or finally had their first kill. Should I try to trick one of my non-pred friends into being mine, or should I go with a stranger and try to keep it on the downlow? My cravings started with some dreams about turning the tables on a pred buddy in the group, but idk if I can melt him down into a load yet and I dont want to provoke him before Im ready. Are there stretches I should do? supplements?

Since you're melting dudes into loads, I'm guessing you're a cock pred? You can definitely get some stretching in to make it easier. What you need to do is find some vornos you like. Make a portfolio of a bunch of dudes you want to dunk into your cumtanks. Then buy some sounding rods. Get your cock nice and hungry, then start stretching yourself. It'll burn a little bit at first, but keep going.

Once you're comfortable with the thickest rod you've got, you're going to stop pushing it inside you. Let your cock stretch up and around it. This might come (lol) easy to you or take a while to grasp, but if you're really a pred, eventually you'll figure it out. There's a bit of an itch to it. Lean into that feeling. You'll be able to do it without thinking after enough practice.

At this point, your nuts are probably going to be a bit upset at you. They've been trying to eat but it's hard to get a metal rod all the way down, especially when you're starting out. But now you've got some skills. You're going to start feeding your cock like you do the rest of you. Only this time, your cockmaw will be swallowing the snacks instead of your actual mouth. Start with small amounts. This will let you figure out how to move your sack and massage its skin to get them churning at the rate you want. The first few times you eat, you're going to get horny and blast everything out before it's been churned at all. So definitely don't start with your pred friend. You'll cum him out pretty quickly, and then bam, you're tomorrow's morning shit. Don't want that. I mean, I do. You probably don't.

Now for your first time making a load out of a man? I wouldn't recommend grabbing a random guy off the street - you never know if he's a pred too. If he gets the upperhand... You need to work up to that. There are some forums out there filled with prey boys curious about taking the trip. Some are desperate to get churned. Hell, I know some daddy types who'd lose their shit (in a good way) at the idea of coaching a young pred like you through his first proper meal. Willing prey are easier to get down. You won't feel any guilt about it. And if you accidentally cum them out, they'll probably just try to climb their way right back in.

Alternatively! You've got some fellow non-pred friends, you said? Well then, you might have a loving first meal, and that's always pretty special. You've got two options: tell the truth and use your charm and friendship to convince them to feed you, or be a bit of an asshole. If you opt for that, then, well... Have them over to your apartment for a night and cock them in their sleep. Blast them with your musk over time, show off your cock, talk about being a pred, and eventually they'll beg to be your meal. Whine about it and get a sympathy load. Or if you're feeling really evil, seduce one of them. Get them to fall in love with you. Love them right into your nuts. That one is going to take some time and some self-control, but everyone I've talked to who's tried it says there's nothing better. Those are the types who tend to have sons and cock them when the guys are in their 20s. Devious assholes. Hot as fuck, though.

If all else fails, everyone knows I'm a great meal.

Best of luck, man

[deliriouslyshipping]

This is an absolute crack treated seriously nonsense but hear me out.

So, sincaraz fight in both universe.

F1!verse are fighting something along the lines of "it would be have been better if both of us weren't top atheletes" after they had to go for a long time without seeing each other due to race/tour scheduling and it kind of spilled over.

Cyber!verse are fighting because Jan is stressed about year end matches and he feels Carlos isn't understanding his feelings because he isn't an athlete.

So anyways! They fight, hurtful words said, one takes the couch, one takes the bedroom.. And when they wake up they are in the other universe. They spend one day in the universe, have funny meltdowns, have a heart to heart with a different version of their soulmate and realise that not only their partner is the best for them, they also realise they belong together in all universes.

*close curtain*

Hmmmm this is a really short version. For clarification, this first part is cyber jannik and f1verse carlos mixing universes, though I feel as though their dialogue will tell you for me.

Jannik awakes with a groan, checking the time first. His phone already has a message from Carlos. It is way too early for this, but they often live in opposite time zones.

Carlos: Wish me luck today!

Jannik stares at the phone for a couple of beats, wondering if Carlos had said anything special was happening today. Is there a special show? A test he forgot to mention? Nonetheless, he is typing out a quick, automatic response.

Jannik: Good luck

Carlos doesn't answer until Jannik is nearly halfway asleep again.

Carlos: Kind of wish you could be here

The confession makes Jannik smile. It's been a long stint away from the man, the only connection they can have is during streams or texts or FaceTime. He misses him, the way that he doesn't remind him of tennis and something more real. It's scary.

Lately, their relationship had reached a rough spot. Previously, Jannik was coming to Spain at every possible convenience - now, not as much. Carlos has said he missed having him around, so Jannik had suggested he joins him on tour. The man said no, though he continued to say how he missed him. Jannik isn't sure what to do.

Jannik: Me too

It's the truth.

Carlos: I lied. You suck at supporting me. You always say I can be better than this!

Jannik blinks in surprise. He has never said that to Carlos. Not once. He's always supported Carlos in all of his adventures.

Jannik: I haven't?

Carlos: Yeah whatever.

Is Carlos mad at him again? This is so outside of the norm of their messages. No emojis and rude words; had he truly made Carlos angry?

Carlos: I don't tell you how to drive your car, asshole

Jannik: My car?

Carlos: Your Ferrari?

What? Jannik gives up trying to figure this out through text, calling the man. There almost isn't an answer, Carlos picking up on the final ring.

"What?" Carlos snaps.

"Carlos?"

"I'm not baby now, wow." Jannik coughs in surprise. "It doesn't matter. What's wrong with you? You'd never tell me good luck for my tennis match."

"Tennis match?" Jannik has a tennis match, not the other way around. Carlos laughs into the phone.

"Did you somehow forget? Have you stopped stalking me finally? Do our schedules fuck you up that much?" Jannik shifts uncomfortably, wondering what has happened.

"I'd never stalk you, Carlos." There's a long pause on the other side, a concerning amount of time passing. "Carlos?"

"I didn't think I'd miss you this much," admits Carlos, voice now a whisper, "I hate you every time you show up. You ruin everything for me, but I miss you. I - Jannik."

"I'm here," Jannik comforts immediately, "baby," he adds because he remembers what Carlos said earlier. Carlos chokes on the line.

"Can you - fuck - can you come to something? A match? A practice? My room. Anything! I don't want to ask and I don't know what's wrong with me but -"

"Yes." It's automatic. "Whatever you want." There's a shaky exhale from the Spaniard, but Jannik feels his own shoulders relaxing.

"I'm still mad." Jannik grins despite the insanely confusing interaction he is having right now.

"I probably deserve it."

"You always do!" The tone is sharper but chippier. "Fucking asshole for making me putting me in too many positions. It took me days to heal for my matches, you know that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Fucking liar. I have to go, but I'll see you soon?" Jannik nods.

"Yeah."

"I l-" Carlos curses, "I'll see you." He hangs up. Was he about to say he loved him? Why didn't he? They say it all of the time. Jannik stares at the phone, the lockscreen of Carlos for too long, before he slumps back on the bed. Fuck it, he's going back to sleep. He got up too early anyway.

------

When he wakes back up, he messages Carlos again.

Jannik: I promise to see you as soon as I can

Carlos: really???  😊 😊 😊 😊 😊 😊

Carlos: I'm sorry I haven't been really supportive of you like you wanted me to be.

Carlos: Maybe..if you still want, I can still come to a tournament? 🫣 If you still want me

Jannik: I always want you

Carlos: I love you

Somehow this time, the confession feels different, like it heals something more than it breaks. Last night, when they argued, Carlos said it so dejectedly, like Carlos' love was a burden to Jannik. He tried to say otherwise, but he just wanted Carlos to get that tour life is hard; it's easier if Carlos is here with him, but the man had already made the excuse to go to bed, cutting off their conversation.

Jannik: I love you. I miss you

Carlos: I miss you. No show today btw

That sounds like the Carlos he loves.

[stayteezdreams]

A Better Ending: Part Two

Plot: After your unplanned date with San, it is now time for a planned date that you hope leads to many more.

-Part One-

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Warnings: Kissing toward the end.

Words: 2k

Standing in front of your mirror, you sighed as you looked at the third outfit you tried on. Nothing felt quite right, but maybe that was just your nerves. Deciding to try one more outfit on, you began rummaging through your closet.

Hearing your phone ding, you quickly ran over to check the text, thinking, and hoping it might be San.

As you read the contact name you frowned. Why was your ex-blind date texting you now? It had been nearly week since he ghosted you.

Opening the text out of curiosity, you felt an odd sense of ease as you read his message.

'Hey Y/n. I know you probably don't want to hear from me, and I get it. I just thought I owed you an explanation. I'm really sorry I stood you up, that was an asshole move. I ended up running into my ex before our date and things got...kind of distracting? We ended up talking and hitting it off again. I should have texted you, but I felt bad. I still do! I just feel like less of a coward now.'

You hummed, knowing he was telling the truth since you had heard some of it from your friend Tae a few days before.

Typing out a reply, you checked the time to make sure you still had time to get ready for your date with San.

'I heard it from Tae It's understandable you wouldn't want to go on a date after that but you really should have texted me instead of letting me sit there like an idiot for so long. But, thing's worked out for me anyways, so don't worry too much about it.'

'I really am sorry, you didn't deserve that. But I'm glad it worked out, can I ask how?'

'I met someone else, I'm actually getting ready for a date with him now so I gotta go. I hope things work out with your ex, ex-ex?'

'Haha, yeah, we're trying again. I'm glad you met someone, good luck! And goodnight!'

"Good luck to you too. Goodnight.'

You smiled softly as you went back to your closet. You did gain a sense of relief learning the real reason he stood you up. It wasn't as bad as him thinking you were so unappealing that he bolted.

After finally finding an outfit you didn't hate, you made your way to the address San sent you. When you arrived, you looked up at a building you didn't recognize.

Looking around, you saw San standing near the entrance of the building. He was wearing a casual formal outfit, and looked just as good, if not better, as he did when you first met.

Noticing you, he grinned brightly and waved, watching you closely as you approached. You felt your face grow warm as you saw his gaze drift up and down your figure, you hoped you chose a good outfit.

This worry was quickly replaced by butterflies as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before complementing you.

"You look amazing."

You smiled shyly "Thank you. You do too." You said with a soft tone making him smile bashfully. You looked over at the building you "I've never heard of this place before."

"Really? It's amazing I think you'll really love it."

You grinned at him as he reached out his arm for you to take as he led you inside. You couldn't stop looking around as the interior of the building was sleek dark colors. Getting into the elevator and going to the top floor, you began to grow a bit nervous.

"I'm dressed alright for this place right?" You asked softly and he smiled warmly at you and nodded.

"You look perfect, don't worry."

You felt heat rise up your next at his sincere gaze as you nodded in relief as the elevator door slid open. The dimly lit room had black matte floors, and the ceiling was covered in a thousand tiny lights meant to look like stars. The room was surrounded by windows showing views of the city.

You were seated at a private table at the back right next to a window.

You stared out at the view in awe, letting out a soft breath. "Wow."

San smiled and let out a breath of relief at your reaction. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

You nodded with a grin, "It's amazing. I can see my neighborhood from here."

After you ordered your food, you and San fell into conversation, everything coming naturally and comfortably just like the first time.

"Oh, I wanted to ask. Did you hear anything from the girl that stood you up?"

San smiled softly as he nodded his head, "Apparently she ran into her ex and forgot about our date."

Your heart jumped a bit and he noticed the almost stunned look on your face. "What?"

"That just...sounds familiar."

He rose his brow in confusion and you told him about the messages you received from your blind date.

He remained silent for a moment, now wondering the same thing as you.

As he met your eyes you shook your head, "There's no way right?" Your tone held a hint of disbelief.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I mean. If they were both coming to the same restaurant to meet us, that definitely heightened the chance of them running into each other."

You let out a bewildered laugh and he shook his head before his gaze softened as he looked at you.

You suddenly felt shy. "What?"

He shook his head softly, "Maybe it was fate after all."

"Fate?"

"Us meeting. We were meant to meet that night, so fate stepped in and took away the things that would have stopped us."

You felt your face grow warmer as he stared sincerely, yet intensely at you.

"Do you believe in fate?"

He tilted his head ever so slightly, "I might now."

You grinned, and his smile widened as he saw how his comments affected you.

"Do you?"

You thought about it for a moment, "I'd like too."

He nodded softly, knowing you were feeling and hoping the same things as he was in that moment.

Walking out into the cool night air after dinner, San looked over at you, and you turned to meet his gaze. Your eyes locked for a moment as San seemed to gaze at you.

"I don't want this date to end." He said softly.

"Me neither."

He grinned before he looked around, "Want to go on a walk? There's a park nearby."

You nodded your head, "I'd love that.

Walking slowly towards the park, your shoulders brushed softly as silence lingered between you. Feeling San's hand gently brush yours, you felt your heart hump. slowly, you felt his hand wrap around yours, and you looked over at him.

He met yours eyes and smiled softly, "Is this okay?"

You smiled and nodded, "Yes."

San's smile widened as he looked forward again, interlacing his hand completely with yours now, his own heart beating heavily in his chest.

"I don't know if I've ever been to this part of the city." You commented after a moment as you looked around the park you entered.

San looked around as well. "I come here on occasion, it's quite nice."

You nodded in agreement "It is."

The quiet night air was suddenly disrupted as the sound of arguing became audible. You and San shared a confused look as you looked around for the cause of the sudden disturbance.

Suddenly seeing a girl stomping down the side walk, and a man not too far behind, they continued to argue, though their words weren't quite intelligible.

As you looked at them, you stopped, eyeing the guy for a moment.

"Wait a second." You mumbled.

Suddenly San squeezed your hand and you looked over at him, seeing a similar look of recognition on his face.

As it slowly clicked in your mind you looked back at the couple and whispered. "Is that them?"

San nodded, "I think so."

Meeting eyes you both shared a look before you spoke softly with a raised brow, "It must not be going well after all."

You let out a laugh of disbelief, as San looked dumbfounded at the couple. Noticing they had stopped and turned to argue with each other, you quickly grabbed San's arm and pushed him a bit.

"Let's go before they see us!" You whispered hurriedly.

San grinned as he let you lead him as you both quickly made your way further into the park. As he took your hand again, you were both giggling as you realized how bizarre the situation was.

Making it further into the park where you could no longer see them, you stopped, soft giggles still falling from both of you. Looking over at a large fountain, San led you over a you both sat down on the edge.

"I really hope we don't keep seeing them." You said as you let out a soft laugh.

San nodded "Once is enough."

Letting out a breath you looked up at the sky, your eyes lingering on a few stars poking out of the darkness.

Looking over at you, San almost felt breathless as he took you in. He really did think you were beautiful. You made his heart hammer in ways that were unfamiliar to him.

Feeling his gaze on you, you looked over at San, your face growing hot as you saw just how intense his gaze was.

A small shy smile formed on your face "What?"

San smiled "Sorry" he let out a soft laugh "I just think you're so beautiful."

You grinned and looked down at your feet, and San smiled proudly, loving the way you got shy at his compliments.

He caught your gaze again "I'm so glad I decided to ambush you at the restaurant that night."

You laughed, "I'm glad you did too."

San placed his hand on top of yours and squeezed softly, your eyes locked for a few moments and silent feelings passed between you. You saw his eyes flick to your lips and you felt a wave of butterflies.

Slowly, San leaned closer, stopped just as his nose brushed yours. His eyes grazed over your lips before he locked them with your own again.

He swallowed his nerves down a he whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

Barely able to find your voice, you nodded softly, "Yes."

Leaning in the rest of the way, his lips melded into yours perfectly as his hand slowly brushed up your arm, climbing to your shoulder and then your face as he deepened the kiss.

You moved with him, gently placing your hand on his arm, as electricity seemed to crawl over your skin. Pulling away reluctantly to take a breath, your eyes locked with his again.

He smiled at you as he gently caressed your cheek. Pecking your lips again he then rested his forehead against yours.

Comfortable silence hung between you for a moment before he spoke. "I want to do that a thousand more times."

You giggled softly "Oh, is that all?"

He grinned and shook his head, "A million times."

As you giggled again, he quickly leaned forward pressing his lips against yours once more. His hand moving to the back of your head as he deepened the kiss.

When he pulled away, he took your hand into his again as you noticed the redness in his ears. You smiled softly, glad he seemed just as effected as you.

"You can tell your friend they don't have to set you up with anyone anymore."

"I already have." You said with a soft giggle.

"Did she ask why?"

"Yes."

"What did you say?"

"That I was interested in someone."

He smiled softly as he continued to gently caress your hands "Now you can tell her it's because you have a boyfriend."

You grinned at him and he smiled teasingly at you. Feeling brazen you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. His eyes widened briefly before he smiled brightly.

Pulling you forward, he kissed you again, softly. One hand stayed wrapped in yours as the other held the back of your head. Though your heart was pounding, excitement and comfort radiated through you.

San held you closer to him as you both forgot about the world around you, only thinking of each other and the sudden, yet wonderful turn your lives seemed to take.

xx End xx

A/n: Ugh, I really hate ending fics, sorry it's a bit abrupt lol. I hope you liked this part!

General Ateez Taglist: @soso59love-blog

Series Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @acciocriativity

[princesskenny1998]

South Park | Kenny McCormick x cartman!f!reader ~ Crushing from Afar, PT.4 (Last part)

Kenny had been looking forward to this date all week. He couldn’t believe his luck when you said yes. He’d had a crush on you for a while now, but he hadn’t been sure if you felt the same way. After all, you were Cartman’s little sister, and Kenny wasn’t exactly known for being the type of guy girls wanted to date seriously. But something about you was different. You weren’t like the other girls in South Park. You didn’t seem to care about the usual drama or try to get involved in the chaos that constantly surrounded their friend group. You were quiet, thoughtful, and, to be honest, a little mysterious. And Kenny liked that.

He had been nervous when he asked you out, but now that the day was here, he couldn’t wait to spend time with you. He’d planned everything out—a simple date, nothing too fancy, but enough to show you that he cared. He wanted to make a good impression, to show you that he was serious about this.

But when you came down the stairs, Kenny immediately knew something was wrong. Your eyes were red, like you’d been crying, and the usual spark in your expression was dim. His heart sank. Had Cartman said something to you? He knew the fatass could be a real asshole when he wanted to be, especially when it came to protecting you. But Kenny had hoped Cartman would leave it alone, at least for tonight.

As you walked together, Kenny kept sneaking glances at you, trying to figure out what was going on. You were quiet, more than usual, and your shoulders were tense. He hated seeing you like this, especially on your first date. He wanted tonight to be special.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kenny asked after a few minutes of silence. “You seem… different.”

You hesitated, your steps slowing as you stared at the ground. “It’s just… something Eric said.”

Kenny’s stomach twisted. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, but he had to ask. “What did he say?”

You stopped walking, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to shield yourself from the cold—or maybe from the truth you were about to say out loud. “He said… he said that you don’t actually care about me. That I’m just the last girl in South Park you haven’t… you know. That once you get what you want, you’ll move on.”

Kenny’s heart broke a little at your words. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, knowing that his reputation had put those doubts in your head. He wasn’t proud of his past, and he knew he’d made mistakes. But this? This was different. You were different.

“Hey,” Kenny said softly, stepping closer to you. He gently took your hands in his, forcing you to look up at him. “That’s not true. I promise you, that’s not true.”

You bit your lip, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. “But what if it is? What if I’m just another girl to you?”

Kenny shook his head, his grip on your hands tightening just a little. “You’re not. I swear, you’re not. I like you. A lot. I wouldn’t have asked you out if I didn’t. And I know I’ve got a reputation, but… this is different. You’re different. I've never taken a girl out for a date before.”

He could see the doubt in your eyes, the fear that you weren’t enough, and it broke his heart. He hated that the fatass had gotten into your head, that he had made you doubt yourself and doubt Kenny’s intentions. But Kenny was determined to prove Cartman wrong, to show you that he wasn’t just after one thing. He wanted more with you.

“Look,” Kenny said, his voice sincere, “I know I’ve messed around in the past, and I get why you might think that’s all this is. But I like you. I really do. And I’m not just saying that to get in your pants. I’m saying it because it’s true.”

You stared at him for a long moment, searching his eyes for any sign of deception. But Kenny knew you wouldn’t find any. He meant every word.

Finally, you nodded, your shoulders relaxing just a little. “Okay,” you whispered.

Kenny smiled, relieved. He reached up and gently wiped away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. “I’m glad you still came with me tonight.”

You managed a small smile, though it was still tinged with uncertainty. “Me too.”

As the two of you continued walking, Kenny made it his mission to lift your spirits. He cracked jokes, told you funny stories, anything to make you laugh. Slowly but surely, the tension between you started to fade, and by the time you reached the small diner where he’d planned to take you, you were smiling again—really smiling this time.

The rest of the night went perfectly. Kenny kept things light, making sure you were comfortable, and by the end of the date, he could tell that your mood had shifted. You weren’t thinking about your brother’s words anymore. You were just enjoying the moment, enjoying being with him.

As he walked you home, Kenny couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. He had been worried that Cartman’s interference would ruin everything, but now? Now he was more certain than ever that he wanted to be with you.

When you reached your front door, Kenny hesitated, not wanting the night to end. “So, uh… I had a great time tonight,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously. “I hope you did too.”

You smiled up at him, the warmth in your eyes making his heart skip a beat. “I did. Thanks, Kenny.”

He took a deep breath, summoning his courage. “So… can I see you again? Like, on another date?”

You nodded, your smile widening. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Kenny grinned, his heart swelling with happiness. “Awesome.”

As you turned to go inside, Kenny watched you, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. He had no doubt in his mind now—this was just the beginning. And he couldn’t wait to see where it went.

[the-legendaryboi]

Hey!!!! So I found you after I got notifs for Kon x Kenan art!! So glad to see another Kon x Kenan warrior(unless we're moots on twitter rn, I go by Luck-E @012_knight there). I saw you tagged their ship name as "dc sundogs" and I was curious if that's the ship name you're using for them. Would love to hear more of your thoughts on them!!

Yay!! I know about you a lot from your Jay Nakamura posts and recommended your Konkenan fanarts to some mutuals ^^

I just started tagging Konkenan posts as #dc sundogs because @slimerepellent started mass liking a lot of my KonKenan posts and one of those posts was about how the solar phenomena called Sun Dogs is a really good visual metaphor about Kon and Kenan and how they reflect Superman.

Afterwards, I started using it as another Duo Name for Kon and Kenan ^^ and mass reblogged a lot of silly KonKenan posts. So sorry if that caused some disruptions on your own end. Your konkenan fanarts are amazing!!!

I did debate on the other names of sun dogs to be used in this post. I'm slightly wild for these goofies. I take any chance to talk about them ^^

As for my thoughts about them. Well, I got. new tag for them called #dc sundogs. Jokes asides, I just love the many parallels and the small differences they have that makes mind spin them around. They are big fans of Superman but only one of them gets to be called Superman. No one expected much from Kong Kenan and yet he gets to be a hero, the bearer of the Superman-Mantle! The opposite happened for Kon. Everyone called him out to be the expected Next Superman but he isn't. Kenan gets to grow up from the asshole that he was meanwhile Kon seems stuck in his place no matter how hard he tries to move away from it. There is also their public status, how much about themselves are available to the public.

They also both revealed their identities in a similar way- Live Television. As for Kon, everyone knew him once, every kid got merch with his face on him. Now, he lives in a universe that forgot about him. Kenan loves being on the spotlight, everyone knows Super-Man is Kong Kenan. Everyone in the world knows who Super-Man is!

They left a family (Lophi & Martha Jr; JLC) behind and to be with the Superfamily but the circumstance is different. For Kon, this an old family he is returning to (but reunions wasn't as good as he hoped for), meanwhile for Kenan, it's the new family he to accept until he figures out how to fix his situation with Wang Baixi. They've got their secrets and truths they keep to themselves. It's not easy for them to be vulnerable but this other person who reminds them of old comfort in their new home makes them hope it won't hurt like last time.

In my head, Kon probably feels guilty about Kenan having to abandon his team, his family, like that, so tries his hardest for Kenan to enjoy his time in Metropolis. Movie Nights. Game Nights. Patrolling the city together. Cooking Kenan's favorite meals (Ma & Pa Kent raised a Cooker and a Looker out of Kon). As for Kenan, he could sense Kon's keeping secrets some too personal to say but too important to pretend isn't worth saying. Kon's been acting as Kenan anchor ever since his fallout with Wang Baixi. He wants to be someone Kon can lean into. Kenan lived a life where people he thought he knew kept to many things to themselves that ended badly for them, he doesn't want himself and Kon doesn't want to be one of those people.

My thought about konkenan got a big impact from daybreak by merils. It's a beautiful fanfic about KonKenan flirting with each other slight mentions of sex (which is done offscreen). Fun fact, this fanfic got me into reading Kenan's comic, New Super-Man :D

[darkacademicvibes]

She's A Drug

First request! Fem!potter!reader x Sirius black. They don't want their request in the post and that's fine! I hope they find this. :) (I'm sorry it sucks, I wrote this on a twenty minute bus ride, and no, I didn't proofread it :] )

CW: Swearing, almost smut but pretty much nothing, Remus cockblocking Sirius :)

James is gonna kill him, he always said his little sister was off limits. She's a whole year younger he'd said. She's my little sister, if you touch her, I'll kill you. That's what James had been saying since you started your sixth year at Hogwarts. For two years, James had been warning his friends off of you, but seeing you again, at a party on the other side of London, no less. He figured it was just someone that looked like you, because surely it wasn't Y/N Potter flirting with some asshole that was a student at the same time as him, and wearing the tightest dress in the room.

He knew it wasn't, he saw all the other girl wearing more revealing, curve-hugging dresses than the one you were wearing, but it was only your dress that made his breath hitch.

"Sirius, is that you?"

Fuck.

Of course you'd seen him. Just his damn luck. He can't talk to you, if he talks to you than he knows he'll be trying to get you into an empty room with him. He can't do that.

"Y/N? I thought I saw you, what are you doing here?"

So far, so good. Just keep not flirting.

You'd answered by now, and asked him a question in return, not that he'd heard it. He was too busy watching the way your lips changed shades of red in the party's pulsing lights.

You smile, and place a hand on his arm and he instinctively places his hand on the small of your back.

Don't touch her, you fucking dumbass.

He starts to move his hand away when you smile up at him and lean closer. "Bit loud, aye? come with me" you lead him upstairs, and he looks back at the party, trying to find a way out of this. Out of moving towards the rooms that would provide privacy, and more unpermitted pictures of you to fill his mind. He finds two.

"Then why'd you wear them?" She raises a brow. "I could ask you a question somewhat similar, Sirius" the way you say his name has his jaw clentching and his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

You close the door behind you and lean against it with a smile, removing your shoes. "Merlin, these heels are killing me" you laugh and the sound makes him want to move closer to you. He takes two steps back.

"Yeah?" He takes a step back for each step you take forwards. "Yeah, so.. Why have you been avoiding me since my seventh year? Because I see you constantly, and we used to talk, joke around. Now you barely say a word" your words are curious, and teasing. Almost like you already know, and it has his heart racing under his skin.

"Maybe I've been busy, love" lie. You laugh and shake your head. Humming softly in thought.

"Really? Cause Remus seemed to think otherwise" you move closer again, this time, he doesn't bother to step away.

Of course Remus told you, Remus could never keep his mouth shut around you, nobody could. It was like you had this way of prying the truth out of everyone you met. Sirius knows exactly what Remus told you, cause the only thing he'd told Remus was that he'd been aching to taste you for weeks since your graduation. That he'd pictured you in his mind doing everything from riding him, to just laying beside him and watching a fucking movie.

Remus wouldn't stop suggesting they watch a movie whenever you sat beside Sirius for two months. Fucking asshole.

"I know exactly what he's told you, that scheming twat" you knew Sirius didn't mean it, he was just frustrated, and maybe a little embarrassed.

"Hm, still like cherries, Sirius?" He nods, confused. Until you lean close enough for the smell of you lip gloss to reach him, and your breath was fanning over his lips like a ghost.

"I really shouldn't, Y/N. James-" you click your tongue. The quiet tsk making him freeze.

"M'not just James' little sister, Sirius. I'm my own person, with my own feelings. James be damned" he almost kissed you then, but he turned his head before his dick could do all his thinking for him.

This is on the verge of being dangerous.

"Damn it all to hell, can i?" He reaches up, barely looking, as his thumb runs across your chin, his nail just scraping the edge of your bottom lip.

His hands travel up your soft thighs and only stop when his finger tips are resting over the lace of your panties. Your fingers slide up to his hair and he almost doesn't recognize the taste on your lips.

You nod, and he leans down to kiss you so fast, to him it feels almost criminal. He saw you nod, you said yes. Even as cut off as it was, he had your permission to be kissing you like a man starved who just received his last meal, but fuck if he wasn't terrified James would find out.

But you're right, James be damned, he needs you.

Almost.

Cherries. Cherries and vodka, and he can't keep his lips off of yours long enough to hear the knocking on the door.

He barely mumbles the words into the harsh kiss as his fingers tease at the lace of your panties, but you nod and he starts pulling them down anyway.

Until the door opens.

"Sirius, we should be- are you fucking kidding me?"

Fuck.

"Shit- Remus!" Remus glares at the both of you, his eyes lingering on the way your dress is bunched up around your hips and your lip gloss on Sirius' lips instead of yours.

Your voice yanks him back into focus.

"Get your hand out of her underwear and let's go, Sirius. I'm going to kill you myself, and if James ever finds out, then I wasn't the one that found you, got it?" Remus seethes, Sirius quickly fixes your underwear and your dress and starts towards Remus, who is already walking away.

Sirius can't help himself, he turns and grabs your face gently, kissing you, hard, before backing away. "Next time, love" you nod, trying to fix your hair as he leaves.

Next time? Seriously? I'm going to die. Remus is going to kill me, and then James is going to bring me back and kill me again. I'm a fuckin idiot.

He gets into Remus' car silently and Remus clenches his jaw as he starts up the old mustang.

"Next time? Really?" Sirius groans, pressing his hands into his eyes and rubbing, seeing spots when he pulls back. "I know! I can't help it, she's like a drug!"

Remus laughs, pulling out of the driveway, "yeah well, you know how James feels about drugs, padfoot" Sirius nods, watching the party disappear from the rear view mirror silently.

I know exactly how James feels about drugs. He's going to kill me.

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

you’re sitting on your couch completely immersed in your imac that as your television plays lover by taylor swift.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

your mind goes to jungkook and what he’s up to. you aren’t sure if it’s the music fueling your thoughts but you wonder if he’s okay. you wonder when he’ll ask you out now that you’ve made your feelings for him obvious. he tells you he loves you and only you but you’re still stuck with the ‘best friend’ title when you want to be his girlfriend—his lover.

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth

The girl in my story has always been you

I'd go down with the Titanic, it's true, for you, lover

“oh shit! i almost forgot about his ice cream” you say aloud. you take a look at your phone that reads 9:58PM on your lock screen. it’s a little late for a run to the convenience store but you’ll never hear the end of it if you don’t buy the sweet corn ice cream jungkook likes so much.

you throw on a pair of biker shorts and pink crocs to go with your pink and white hello-kitty shirt before heading out to the nearest convenience store. since it isn’t that far from your apartment, you decide to walk to the store with hopes that nobody will bother you.

“sweet corn..sweet corn..sweet corn..ah, found ya” you say as you grab hold of the frozen sweet treat. once you pay for it, you send a text to jungkook saying:

to kookie 🍪

[picture attachment]

bought your ice cream 🙄

“mmh, mmh, mmh…what’s a lady like you doing out here this late?” says a tall man who blocks your way from leaving the store.

“i got a boyfriend”

“then he’s obviously a horrible boyfriend letting you out on your own this late…looking this good…and smelling so sweet”

you cringe when the man comes closer to get a whiff of your scent. suddenly, four other men emerge from around the store.

“get off before my boyfriend comes here and kicks your ass!”

“oh yeah? then where is your boyfriend?”

~🫧

“TALK OF THE BOYFRIEND AND HE SHALL APPEAR!~” Spider-Man emerges from the side of the stores door as he swings towards you and the creeps.

“Hey babe sorry I’m late, ‘was busy fightin some thugs.” Jungkook says as he finally gets on the ground, “and all of you smell really fuckin bad.” He mocks them, and then he looks at you through his mask.

“Babe get behind me.” He makes sure you get on the side, safe and sound.

before kicking them one by one. “You’re right I’m an asshole for letting her go out on her own.” He delivers another kick to one of the thugs face.

His moves are so smooth, so swift, so fast and harsh.

“You know I really fuckin hate it when creeps like you hit on my pretty girl.” He quickly traps them in by binding them with his web.

“Bros should always be together, huh?” He laughs out loud as he sees them struggling. “Good luck getting free from my Web.” He tsks. “Never EVER BOTHER MY GIRLFRIEND AGAIN. Just because I’m busy saving the world doesn’t mean that it gives you the right to bother my world.” He looks at you for a second.

Jungkook then takes your hand and takes you away as he ignores the cries of the thugs held captive by his web. “Oh don’t worry, they’ll figure their way out of it by the end of the week.”

He proceeds to take you to a dark alleyway, so he can get his kiss without getting recognized. “Hey pretty girl… I missed you- and your lips.” He says, “and I hope you were talkin’ about me kicking their ass.” He teases you.

He stops for a moment as he spins you before pinning you against the wall, then he noticed the shopper in your hand.

“Give me a kiss or I take that shopper with me.”

[golden-bubblebee]

Bubbles watches SPN pt 6

Season 3 babey

Annotations, commentary and thoughts under the cut

NOT IN FRONT OF THE WINDOW IN FRONT OF HIM???? (Dean having sex in front of the window where sam is sitting in the car, basically watching him)

Sam, park the car somewhere elseee

Noo dean is actually sad that Ben isnt his

Why is Gordon such a little bitch spreading misinformation

Nah, they can't just do this over a police phone 'sam winchester must die' you guys know they listen in to these conversations right???

Dean: we have a magical rabbit food that brings actual luck

Also Dean: sam before we figure out how to put it back in the box, you gotta win the lotto a couple times

Oh my god I fucking love her (Bela)

FYI WINCHESTER, WORDS HURT HAHAHA

Oh my god dean you do like, an exorcism weekly

How have you not memorised it by now

Has no one told this boy how to hold a pen

OMFG HAHAHAH I THOUGHT HE WAS NOTING DOWN BULLET POINTS

Nah Nah

You are NOT telling me that this is an hansel und gretel episode

It fucking is isnt it

Shes feeding em

I really don't like Dean's suicidal attitude

Get that boy some antidepressiva

Dean youre not fucking 'going away' you will be dead, send to hell, and suffer fot all eternity

Why do I feel like Bela had an abortion

Nah what kinda notebook is that that it can be sopping wet and they can still read from it

DEAN YOU MASSIVE ASSHOLE

DEAN BEING SUCH A DAD TEACHING SAM HOW TO FIX THE CAR

Also very heartbreaking cuz its him saying goodbye

OH MY GOD ITS MY FIRST SUPERNAT SPECIAL

Omg teenage dean is so very much Dean

'Who do we move around so much'

*uses the same childhood home set as last time*

Oh dean my sweet deeply traumatised boy

I appreciate that the anti santa doesnt eat kids

Just leaves em traumatised for the rest of their life

AMEN TO SAM TEACHING THE FOLKS THE TRUTH ABT SANTA

Oh my god obsessed with the pagan gods

Dean is being killed and goes 'you want me to say fudge instead of fuck? Fine!"

Obsessed with them

Also, how have I only now noticed the very comical sound of 'hitting someone' they use

Nooo not little baby dean lying about their father for christmas

100% john did not show up

Where did baby dean get the money

Welp nvm, some kids round the block having a real sad xmas

Now my bad memory wants to know if hes really been wearing that necklace the whole show, or just now. Also couldn't see what it was

Bc to me it looked like a rotissery chicken, but Im taking a wild guess That that's wrong

NOT SAM PUTTING A FRIGGING ARBRE MAGIQUE IN THE XMAS TREE

THREE OF THEM OMFG THAT MUST SMELL HORRID HAHAHHAA

Nah getting your brother porn mags as a christmas gift is another example of unhealthy boundaries

That reaction (to getting the mags) is so un-sam like it's upsetting and funny at once

IM NOT CRYING UR CRYING

I really need Dean and Ruby to have some real good hate sex

Bela really said 'you called, sam?'

This will be too funny if dean is round the corner and walks in now

Nah my guy is either dreaming or on the dream root

NOOO

Having dean yell 'sam wake up' translate in the dream to Bela moaning 'oh sam' is actually so rat of the producers

DEAN YOU DONT INQUIRE AFTER YOUR BROTHERS WET DREAM

Not Sam needing to check his boner status first💀

Sam is killing me

Dean literally dreaming of a normal life breaks my heaaartyy

Why did seeing Dean like this genuinly make me happy

Crying at these sandwich prices

WHAT THE FUCK

Dean Death count: 6

OH MY GOD ITS A TIMELOOP EPISOOOODEEEEEEEE

I eat that shit uppp

DEAN DEATH COUNT: 7

WHAT TVE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Did not see that coming

They really yeeted that boi

Dean death count: 8

I fucking knew he was gonna choke on that sausage

Dean death count:9

HAHAHAH THE SCREAM FROM THE SHOWER

Dean death count: 10

He gets poisoneeed

Dean death count:11

IM DYING THE AXE SCENEEE

12

Dean death count: 105 (as told by sam)

106

The music played but dean didnt die??? I feel like a confused pavlovs dog not getting a treat

107

WHAY DO YOU MEAN SIX MONTHS LATER

Omg the trunk got ✨fancy✨

I dont like sam turning into John dickchester

It makes my heart go auch

Wait??? Did he just release sam??? No no I need to see them kill the trickster pr I wont trust anyhting anymore every

I'll be watching the next episode waiting for the trick

Surely sam has some absolute paranoia now

Ellaaaa! (From Lucifer. In spn known as Nancy)

I will not lie, the fbi guy? Love him. I need a spinoff of him going insane tryna catch our boys

Shoutout to Sam for knowing the ex-demon (what do you call it?? Extorsion?? Extrusions? Excursion???) Out of his head

'Alright don't be such a wuss' MA'AM YOUR BROTHER JUST GOT -SHOT-

Like i know we saw him tying up his own bullet wounds in the trickster world, but Sam be so fr rn

Nooo I liked fbi guy

FBI GUY!!!! WAGGING MY TAIL LIKE A PUPPYYY'

I uh. I shot the sherrif'

'But you didn't shoot the deputy' HAHAHAHAHHA DEAAAAN LEARN HOW TO READ THE ROOM JAHAH

I have strong suspiciouns of our Dear Nancy ella being possesed

Ruby is absolutely growing on me omfg i love her

The fact that none of the demons killed ruby for helping them makes me think shes insanely powerful

'When this is over, I'm gonna have so much sex. ... But not with you' HAHAHHAHAHAHAH NANCY I LOVE YOU

LITLITH NO IM ENMOTIONALLY ATTACHED NOW

WHY AM I CRYING OVER NANCY I BARELY KNEW HER

Not the crappy gostbusters song HAHAH

'Gostfacers, we face de ghosts when you do not!'

THE FAKE SLOWMO WALK

Please tell me people ship these two

The fact that they had to specify they could have sex with girls makes them very shippable

I love her

So many great female characters why can none of them stick

Omg I would so watch 'the ghostfacers'

Love how theyre all like 'shh be quiet' and winchesters pull up music blaring

He's so real for this

Dean death count: 108

[sparrowlucero]

like thus far, all comments I've seen have either taken the perspective that the main character of this episode is a total grifter/100% knows the conspiracy theory that aliens aren't real (the equivalent in this world to something like covid denialism) is bullshit and it's just a plot hole that he doesn't take the medicine that keeps the alien from killing him, OR that he genuinely thinks that aliens are a government psyop and it's just a plot hole that he's seen hard evidence to the contrary. but, from my perspective, lucky day is trying to portray a sort of dave rubin/jp sears-esque leftist personality who became genuinely radicalized in private and kept up his leftist veneer for years until going publicly mask off (in this case in a very extreme way), and so still has a lot of weird hang ups because of it. He has a podcast about alien encounters where he takes a negative stance towards the conspiracy theorist group he's already in, interviewed for a job at unit (government agency that deals with aliens), he still wears the coin the doctor gave him around his neck as a good luck charm; it's very obvious this used to be a real and important perspective to him at one point, but after a while he felt pushed out of that space (explicitly from being rejected by unit multiple times and implicitly because he's also just a normal asshole conservative in ways that he would have had to play down as a leftist podcaster; he's clearly uncomfortable when ruby alludes to the doctor being gay, describes shirley as being a benefits scrounger because she's in a wheelchair, etc.) But he still falls into little crises of faith because, on a gut level, he understands that the right wing conspiracies he's pushing don't logically make sense with his experiences. Like, for instance, ruby's description of an alien animal that's hunting him clearly disturbs him, but after a moment he pushes it out of his head and states that she "tells a good story" and ultimately doesn't take the vaccine she hands him that would prevent this. This doesn't benefit his goals, he just logically understood she was telling the truth in the moment and then shook himself out of it because that truth doesn't cohere with the narrative he's committed himself to

you know, like, he's a covid denier or transvestigator or flat earther who's for real convinced himself of this stuff, rejects any evidence given to him even when it makes more sense, believes this narrative genuinely even though he pushes "proof" he knows to be fake, but in the back of his mind he realizes aspects of what hes railing against are more true and logical and that his conspiracy theories are ultimately harmful to him (very pointedly he gets got at the end because he refused a vaccine). He used to be a (likely fakey) leftist figure who believed in certain specific things, he's now a conspiracy theorist who aligns himself with insane bullshit that rejects all aspects of those things, so he internally struggles with trying to reconcile these two totally mutually exclusive perspectives whenever they butt heads and often comes to a quite flimsy and illogical middle ground where he still thinks dr who is real but believes ruby is lying. it's a depiction of a very specific type of guy who's liable to get radicalized; note how all of this maps onto, like, jk rowling, or your since-radicalized freak of choice.

I did like the doctor who episode lucky day but nearly every response I've seen to it so far makes me feel like I've grievously misunderstood it...

[the-firebird69]

This is one of my personas and he was with me and he remembers and he knows who I am and I can change pretty good and it's all that is the character Arlette not all that LOL that he says it's true. And it looks like one of the actresses and it's really not and it's one of my babies and I was not optimum octomom I was not her and I looked a little like her but not really and people are going to flip out is my actual picture and I was trying to get it to you and you were not around no these people are huge assholes and the kept asking I mean they're such jerks let's be something bad and so I said that's ridiculous so we're going after them and it makes sense that they have these weapons most of them are defunct and the city is sorry capsulated that's a constant fight but mostly their nukes do not stay alive for more than minutes if that it's going down now that they are going to get demolished and ruined and removed and all of them. Somebody knows who has it and somebody does have it they're trying to find babies of mine and they're trying to see if they can find babies that look like mine. And more babies that look like our race and they're not really having much luck they look in the hospitals and it's quick and scan and it takes seconds and they're not finding anybody and they can't figure out why and I say it's quite simple we have the child and we don't tell you. And I didn't really tell him and he wants to know if it's a girl or boy and thinks it's a girl and it is and she's a girl he says and somebody is Buddy in and we mean somebody and she says I am somebody and you better learn my name right now you never get any names right and he says I will because we're going to have name tags she started to laugh and said no I probably get the names right then you do one day you started calling our mom our mother Arlette and she was kind of mad and I was in the room and she said oh so she was kind to me and said hello and welcome to our room but nobody comes in and she said I need to have a favor and ask for somebody and you said why what's wrong and nothing was wrong but we're having a baby so we do have a procedure for that she says and he took out his checkbook and gave her a very nice amount of money and they're going to get a house and be married and they're quite young but they're grown up this is how it happens it really is not supposed to but we're not telling you the truth about parts of it but that's our deal so this is her and she's a young beautiful baby and not really huge and I was not really huge it doesn't matter she had some brothers and sisters and yeah there were two of us going around

Arlette

You're quite a woman

Zues

He's not sure what to say but we know that we're in New Caledonia and you guys don't even know where the hell that is and you don't know where the other places in Arcadia except you see it and that's why Trump goes up there and no he's an idiot. It's not Dukakis and Dukakis researchers and stuff it's like moulder that is not him. And we took advantage of him and his bunker but he wasn't really using it and it came in handy and yeah Dave was there before us that's how we learned about it.

..

Holy s*** this is rancid stuff I don't have the locket at all it says it's probably a Dan the Man probably

Ken

Olympus

Yeah I wondered about that lack of reaction now I'm after you Trump

Dave

[takingastroll]

How do you get to JFK?

My take on how this airport scene is going to go. Read on AO3.

As her parents bicker about their delayed flight ahead of her, she feels her eyes being drawn to the rapid movement of a crumpled black suit moving briskly through the crowd below the walkway. Midge falls behind as she follows the figure trying to get a better look, It can’t be. It’s been a month since she last saw him, since he had yelled at her about tanking her career. Though it was a thoroughly embarrassing dressing down, she can now admit she needed it. 

The sight of his teary eyes as he told her that she would break his fucking heart had lit a fire within her and she had been working and hustling like a madman ever since. She’d still been working at the Wolford; it was a stage where she was free to speak her truth and people came to see her, but she was also paying her dues like every other comic trying to make it. Working shitty gigs surrounded by male comics and asshole bookers who just didn’t get it. And by some mad stroke of luck of Ford himself seeing her act at the Wolford and Susie’s hard work, she was joining the writing team at the Gordon Ford show come next week. Without his kick up the ass she wouldn’t have this, she’d still be hiding. The problem was that he had disappeared after Carnegie so she couldn’t even thank him. She’d heard no word of gigs, or tv appearances, he wasn’t even in the press all that much, besides the reviews of the Carnegie performance and a couple mentions of arrests. She had hoped that he would have sought her out by now, maybe even called asking for her to bail him out - and god did it hurt that he hadn’t.

Fate however, as it is wont to do when it concerns them, deemed it necessary to intervene because how else do you explain both she and Lenny being at JFK on the same day at the same time? She reckons it’s her turn for a sneak attack, she can’t let this opportunity pass her by not knowing when she’ll catch him next.  “Hey I’ll catch up with you at the gate, I’m going to go ask the information desk for an update on our flight.” She calls to her parents, turning on her heel and heading towards the stairs after him. God, why does he always walk so fast? She's talented in heels but even she has her limits. She sees him head for the tunnel and decides to try and cut him off by entering from the side nearer to her. When she gets there she looks to the right, spotting him emerging into the corridor. He looks a bit out of it, dark bags under his eyes, his suit wrinkled like he slept in it. She notices he’s wearing the same tie as he did in Miami. Does he only own like three ties? One of them is still at her apartment so maybe two now.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this” she calls out and watches in amusement as his head whips round to find her and his eyes blow wide a little at the unexpected sight of her. 

“The universe seems to keep throwing us together. Guess that’s what happens when you don’t call..” she trails off a little accusatory as she walks up slowly to him. She stops a few feet away, suddenly unsure of an appropriate distance.

“Midge? What are you doing here?”

“Headed to a funeral in Oklahoma with my parents.” Waving her hand as she speaks

“Oh shit, I’m sorry”, tilting his head in concern. 

“It’s okay, thank you, it's a distant family on my mothers side.”

He nods at that. “Oh Hey congratulations on booking the Ford gig by the way, you’ll be running the place in no time” he says, so surely that even she believes it a little. “Hell, play your cards right, you might even become his in-house comic.” Wagging his finger at her with a smirk.

“Yeah maybe” she smiles, feeling suddenly shy under his praise.“It feels good to be working again. Plus it comes with the added bonus of not breaking your heart.”

He smirks up at that and tilts his head slightly, in a way that is so Lenny, “Ah yes thank you for that. Us Jewish men don’t have the best track record when it comes to heart conditions so we need all the help we can get.”

She lets out a chuckle, before getting serious, “Really Lenny, thank you for what you said at Carnegie. You were right, I was hiding, I was afraid of getting burned again. I’m sorry that I turned down the Bennett gig, and I’m sorry for any damage it caused on your end sticking your neck out for me like that. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.” She can feel herself starting to ramble but she needs to get this out “I wasn’t thinking, that’s the truth of it. I thought I had missed my shot with getting kicked off Shy's tour and I just wanted a steady gig, one that paid, one I didn’t have to censor myself for. I thought I was being smart, protecting myself, but you were right. I was giving up. I could no longer see myself making it big anymore, I thought, this is all I get” gesturing her hands to the side and letting them fall to her side. 

Lenny pauses, and smirks, “And now?” 

She smiles at him softly “Now I can see it again, the vision I had when I started this mad career choice. I can see myself headlining the Copa, wearing a beaded white cocktail dress. I can see me on the stage of Carnegie, pink dress this time.”

Lenny snorts at her inclusion of what she’s wearing in her fantasies. 

“You’ll get there Midge, you’re destined for it, you’re just too damn good, sometimes I forget that you’ve only been at this for a couple years.”

Midge feels herself tearing up a little at his words

“I’m sorry I yelled by the way, got a little carried away.” he adds.

Midge shifts awkwardly, unsure of what to say to that. Their silence is broken by the laughter of a passing couple, as the voice over the tannoy announces the next flight to board.

“So, you heading out of town for some gigs?” Taking note of the bag clutched under his arm.

Lenny scratches his ear a little nervously, a look she hasn’t seen on him before “Er I’m actually moving out of town for a little while, to LA.” 

“Oh-” she breathes, a silence passing between them as she lets the news sink in, her brow scrunching in confusion. “How long will you be gone?”

“I’m not sure” Lenny admits, almost sheepishly. Another drawn out silence passes between them. 

“Wait so you were just going to leave without saying goodbye?” That comes out shakier then she intended. 

“Midge-”

“You could have called for Christ’s sake”

He doesn’t have an answer to that. 

“So that’s it? That's all we get? One incredible night and a fight on the stage of Carnegie Hall?”

Midge feels like the ground is opening up beneath her, “Tell me, have I been reading things wrong?” Gesturing her hand between them. Lenny takes a step towards her, shaking his head. “This feels like the goddamn Sadie Hawkins dance all over again.” She mutters, more to herself than him. 

She looks back up at him, stepping into his space “That night we shared felt like it was a long time coming. It felt like it might have been the start of something. Was I wrong?” her voice rising. 

Fuck why are her eyes welling again, she doesn’t want to cry in front of him. 

“Hell, maybe I should have realised I was reading into things when you didn’t contact me for a month, Christ I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot midge-” to his credit he looks just as pained as she feels.

“Tell me something, what was that night to you? Because all the flirting, the favours, the sneak attacks - fuck Lenny was that all just in effort to fucking sleep with me?!” 

“Jesus Christ, of course not Midge!” He says, stepping away gesturing a little wildly. A passing mother shields her child's ears, ushering them through the tunnel quickly. “I was telling the truth - I did not plan that night. I didn’t expect it either.” 

“So what, it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing to you?”

“No midge. It was-” he exhales, deflated, and looks skyward ‘fuck, I mean - Midge it was more than I could have ever dreamt.”

She stops at that, her eyes locking onto his.

“Look, I didn’t dare to hope I got more than just that one night with you.”

“Why the hell would you think that?”

“Because I’m a fucking mess Midge, it would never work out between us. I can’t give you what you deserve and I would only end up hurting you.”

She scoffs at his reply, crossing her arms, “And you get to decide that all on your own and leave me high and dry. Fucking hell Lenny I thought we were friends. First and foremost. I felt like I finally got onto the same page with you and now you’re fucking off to LA?”

He stops at this, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Midge. I just - I can’t be here anymore. My kid is in LA, the state of New York is gunning for me, the arrests are getting more serious and frequent, and - to be honest - nothing good can come of you being seen with me.” 

“You saw what was in the bag Midge” he adds quieter sounding ashamed and not meeting her eyes.

Midge is at a loss of what to say, her mouth opening and closing multiple times trying to reply - she feels the fight leave her.

“Please don’t leave Lenny.” She says in a quiet and teary voice, “What am I supposed to do without you? You’re my only friend in this goddamn industry. Who’s going to bring their umbrella to my shows? Who’s going to be there to pull my head out of my ass?”

He gives her a sad smile.

“You don’t need me, Midge. You never did.”

She feels a tear escape and roll down her cheek as he turns to leave.

“Knock ‘em dead” he adds before he heads out through the tunnel towards his gate.

___________________________________

He’s a goddamn coward is all he can think as he joins the line to board his flight.

He turns when he hears his name shouted from behind him, suddenly a blurry pink figure is rushing towards him. He drops his suitcase and coat on instinct as Midge launches herself at him and kisses him. Lenny’s arms wrap around her instantly gathering her close, unable to resist as she devours him. It’s a kiss that verges on indecent especially given they are surrounded by people waiting to board the plane. She pulls back for a moment, their foreheads pressed together.

“I may not need you, but I want you Lenny Bruce”

She kisses him again softer this time drawing out the taste - it feels like goodbye.

She takes his hand and places a crumpled piece of paper into it

“For when you’re ready” as she closes his fingers over it.

She kisses him once more briefly then parting, missing her soft lips already “Look after yourself Lenny” she whispers and with that she turns and walks away not looking back. He finds himself stuck, feet routed to the floor as he watches her leave. He unfolds the note she handed him revealing her address and phone number along with a note scrawled in a rush: 

Someday we’ll stop walking away from one another.

He feels the tears build in his eyes as he watches her disappear into the crowd and he tucks the note into his pocket turning to board the plane. Someday he thinks to himself. Someday.

[starlightshadowsworld]

To be honset now for hononary remnant we need more head canons about neutral and good ending even tought I love wirte my oc in this bad end verison of this au but......I am intrested in what happening in neutral and good ending

Prepare yourselves as I try to summarise this mess @i-cant-thinkof-anything-new @hibiscuswolverine Feel free to add if I've missed anything 😅

This AU is an AU of the Makoto befriends the 77th class AU, where the killing game occurs and the Remnants yoink him away and hide him in their base.

So he doesn't end up stuck in the school with the rest of his class.

And everything was going fine till the future foundation showed up and kidnapped everyone. Putting the remnants in the Neo world programme, infected with the Junko glitch some asshole member put in their to begin the killing game.

Makoto was held hostage by FF in case anything happened, not knowing why the survivors ignore him. Because he has no knowledge of their killing game. But being trained by Peko, Nekomaru and Akane Makoto is able to fight back against the FF.

Which they find intriguing and decide to use him as more than a hostage.

Making him their Ultimate Hope.

They made him watch the killing game to try and see just how strong his spirit was (and because there assholes) and he was horrified by what he saw.

They used that as a distraction to knock him out. Performinh a similiar procedure to the one Hajime went through and Makoto is left a shell of himself with no memories other than his name being the Ultimate Hope.

He basically becomes their figure hear and executioner, revelling in killing because its the only control over his life he has. The 79th class is there looking out for him, Korekiyo and Kokichi telling him stories, Maki and Tenko guarding him and Jum-P is at his side.

Shuichi being hella pisssed at Kirigiri and later the Remnants escaped and got Makoto, who fought with them believing they were the enemy but were able to get him back home.

And this is where the endings come in.

Bad ending:

Izuru and Mikan do surgery to bring Makoto back to them. But go very yandere about it, in particular Izuru who doesn't want Makoto to ever leave again.

And breaks his legs and while he's recovering from... Everything he's given a wheel chair made by Soda that barely moves. He's not able to leave and he doesn't try to, used to being contained.

Things work out and go back to normal till Makoto learns the truth and they did this to him. He is hurt and betrayed and Hajime, in his sadness and anger is able to cease control and write a message to Shuichi.

The remnants are sent to the real Neo world programme to rehabilitate and Makoto lives with the 79th class, WOH and Komaru. Slowly healing from everything but haunted and afraid to trust anyone ever again.

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Neutral ending:

Makoto, torn by two conflicting identities runs off from everyone. Taking the part of his life he had control over, killing and going after FF bases and becoming a sort of killer/vigilante. He changes his name to Kuro, his memories come back but not quite and he lives his new life alone. Though at some point he and Hajime reunite and he's able to rebuild his relationships with the others but Makoto is gone.

There's only Kuro.

.

The good ending:

Makoto's memories come back slowly on their own and he's able to start healing from all he's went through. The Remnants are able to heal, everyone is back together and slowly moving on from all that's happened and be a family again.

They have their lil luck back with them and there moving on together, it can still be hard but they have each other.

[virtueofsanityx]

"first of all, asshole, i'm a middle school teacher." it's certainly not the most important point of the conversation, but ross says it like it's the absolute own he wants it to be, jaw tight and shoulders square like maksim is stanting right in front of him, can see the defiant little glint in his eye and heated little curl in his lip. gods, but this guy is fucking irritating. all ross had wanted to do was be a good guy, not leave the bleeding, possibly dying dude on the side of a road, and now he was dealing with what might be the biggest asshole on the planet. anger roiled in his stomach like a sickly mass of goo, clinging to him from the bottom up, bringing a heated flush to his cheeks that he's glad the asshole can't see over the phone.

as he opens his mouth to say more, another car rolls up, a coworker. the man leans out the window and lets out a low whistle at the state of his car, and then eyes ross in a way that makes his skin crawl a little. "tough luck on the car, everett. need a ride? i can take you out for a drink first, drown your sorrows." there's something almost sleezy to the way it's asked, and ross pulls the phone away from his mouth for just a moment, expression morphing into polite indifference as he shakes his head a little. "no thanks, rick. i'm on the phone with triple a, now. need to hang out and wait for the tow truck. you go have fun."

the other teacher then offers to wait with him and ross quickly shakes his head. "all good! thanks for the offer." and pulls the phone back to his mouth, twisting to face away from the other man and waiting a beat, two, three, before that car finally drives away. a shudder runs through him. fewer things worse than guys who can't take a hint. though looking at the state of his car, hearing that smarmy voice on the other end of his phone, he can think of at least two.

"second of all..." he continues, as if there wasn't a break in his conversation at all, heat in his voice a little less as he shakes the lingering effects of the interaction with his coworker. "... i don't understand what you think you mean by debt. you aren't actually going off of some ridiculous moral code where me picking you up off the pavement means i like, saved your fucking life, are you? literally anyone would have done that."

he knows it's not entirely the truth. not anyone would do that. not anyone would waste their time on someone who was probably a drunk in a barfight or whatever the hell else maksim could have been. "you're lucky i'm not asking for names of your guys and pressing charges for this, you know. vandalizing my car? because their buddy had a few too many and ended up on the side of the road?" there's a pause, a moment where something in ross softens and he leans against the vehicle, breathes out slowly. "are you feeling okay, by the way?"

because he's still that nice guy who picked him up off the side of the road to begin with. he cares on some level. maybe too much, considering the state his car is in, and whatever the hell else consequences meant. his free hand reaches up, pinches the bridge of his nose lightly to try and fight off the headache that's threatening to overwhelm him, and blows out a long, slow breath. "could i please get the name of your guy? i don't know any mechanics around here, and there's no way i'm gonna be able to afford this repair." there's something new in his tone now, defeat, mild desperation, a sadness that bubbles up from the pit of his stomach and settles in him like lead.

fingers are tight around the phone as he waits, breath baited. he isn't quite sure if that's gentlemanly enough, though part of him wants to tell the asshole that he'll figure it out himself, hang up, and forget he ever met him. that free hand rests against his chin, which throbs just a little under the touch, the memory of the morning, and he quickly shakes his head. "i'm sorry for being snippy. not exactly fun to get your car tossed, you know?"

Maksim's return to his pack unfolded as expected. The highest-ranking members and fiercest fighters had scattered about to hunt for their Alpha or spill blood in his name, and there was the scent of war brewing just beneath the surface. Humanity would have been their target, had Maksim not called them back, relieved simply to be home. And their village, hidden deep within the wilderness on the outskirts of town, was a small, beautiful sanctuary of ancient wood cabins and moss-covered stone paths. A place untouched by modern corruption, shielded from prying eyes by powerful magic. Maksim had developed a connection with a witch to protect his pack with a constant glamour, an illusion woven so finely that not even the most curious human had ever glimpsed the secret haven. A choice the Elders had questioned originally, wary of relying on outside forces, but the magic had never faltered. Their sanctuary remained untouched, their makeshift village as safe as it was serene.

He'd already stripped out of the human clothes prior to his return, revealing the powerful contours of his sculpted musculature. Now, he cloaked his frame in something more primal----- his cherished fur pelt draped over his broad shoulders, the thick black sweater clinging to his defined torso, paired with black jeans and worn combat boots that spoke of countless battles. The gravity of his arrival bore down on his chest, and while he longed to leave behind the strange, unsettling events of the night before, he could not shake the lingering sense of unfinished business. That human... he forced the thought away. He couldn't change the boy's fate, nor compel him to accept the offered repayment for a life-debt. It continued quietly bothering him, nevertheless. But he hardly had time to ponder and settle in before the protectors and Elders demanded his presence. At the meeting, the air remained polluted with unrest, voices rising in a storm of concern. When Maksim revealed that the true threat was not humanity, but skilled hunters wielding a werewolf-killing poison, fear rippled through the gathered wolves and questions, accusations, demands all came flooding forth. They spoke of alliances, urging Maksim to reach out to the neighboring packs to form a coalition. Should war come, they argued, their lone territory might not withstand the enemy.

And yet, Maksim hesitated. He understood the importance of safety, fully aware that as Alpha and Pack Master, the duty to ensure it rested squarely on his shoulders. Furthermore, Maksim would give his life for his pack without a second thought------ but trusting other Alphas was another matter entirely. It wasn't just about dick-measuring contests, though there would undoubtedly be those. Some Alphas were dangerous not for their strength but their cruelty. Maksim had seen it firsthand... wolves who twisted their power, ruling with violence, treating their packmates as little more than slaves beneath their claws. To him, the pack was family. Loyalty. Trust. A bond held tight by love, not fear. Maksim would hunt and kill humans without remorse, and continue to find that sort of chase thrilling, but mistreat his own? Never. He had no patience for Alphas who abused those who looked to them for protection.

Still, he would do what was necessary.

After a tense day spent calming fears and discussing pack matters, Maksim sought solace in the heart of their hidden village, where wildflowers danced along the stream and the scent of pine lingered in the air. As he strolled the moss-lined paths, a young pup toddled toward him, his bright blue eyes wide with wonder, golden hair catching the sunlight. Maksim's lips curled into a heart-warming smile as he bent to scoop the child into one powerful arm, the boy giggling and flailing with unrestrained joy.

"Alpha!" The voice belonged to the boy's mother, a tall Beta woman with the same golden hair, a scar trailing from her temple to her jaw------ a mark of bravery earned when she shielded her family from hunters during their last attack. She approached with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, he gets away from me so quickly these days."

"It's no trouble," Maksim replied, his voice a pleasing rumble as he watched the pup clutch at his fur pelt with both tiny fists.

The Beta smiled, then added with a teasing glint in her eye, "Perhaps one day you'll have pups of your own, Alpha? With the right mate?"

Maksim opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the sharp buzz of his phone in his pocket. Carefully, he handed the pup back to his mother before glancing at the unknown caller ID. His mood darkened, jaw tightening as he already had a feeling what was coming. Reluctantly, he answered, a growl seeping into his voice.

"Oh, you're still alive?" Maksim bit out, sarcasm heavily taunting in his tone as Ross immediately launched into a tirade. Of course he would. Nevertheless, his concerns were real and honest, and Maksim had no choice but to acknowledge them, even if he hesitated to label them as true consequences. Real consequences were far more horrific----- being ripped from your bed in the dead of night, and then waking in a suffocating darkness where the only sounds were the echoes of your own ragged breath and the distant drip of water. Pain and torture soon following, fracturing both your body and mind... Maksim knew these troubles intimately, and despite his doubts that Ross could even be able to call for help in such a situation, he handed over his phone number anyway, if only to mask the hollow ache of his own guilt.

"My people were up all night looking for me," he continued, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. "This morning they were pissed off, demanding answers, and decided to try scaring you a bit. They didn’t realize you don’t have enough sense to actually be scared of anything." Though he masked it with sharp wit, there was a touch of satisfaction in his tone----- like he was unwinding, even if it was through this twisted exchange with a human he could barely tolerate, or who, perhaps, could barely tolerate him.

"Trust me, if the real consequences were on their way, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. So, how about you let me finally settle my damn debt and get your car fixed, free of charge? I know a guy… All you have to do is ask nicely, like a gentleman, not some potty-mouthed kindergarten teacher." He didn’t actually know what grade Ross taught, but kindergarten just seemed funnier. And he was sure Ross could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice, too.

[yandreamings]

Hi! It's nice to see another yandere bsd blog (mostly because I'm trash but we don't talk about that), if it's okay could I request some general yandere Tachihara headcanons?

Hello, hello! I'm happy to hear it :D HAHA don't worry, we're all trash here, anon! I hope you enjoy, Tachihara deserves more love :')

TACHIHARA MICHIZOU!

If Tachihara is crushing on you, it'd take a genius to figure it out. He's pretty mean to you at first, spitting fiery insults and not-so-playful teasing whenever you come in the room. Needless to say, you're quite convinced he hates you.

However, that couldn't be further from the truth. He's so in love with you that he can't take it- it makes him sick how pathetic he feels when his heart flutters at the mere sight of your face... hah, your stupid, cute, beautiful face... ahem.

If you're under his supervision, he's extremely strict with you in particular. You think he's just being an asshole, as per usual, but it's because he wants to protect you; he wants to be the one to save you from any imposing danger.

It's awful, and silly, but sometimes Tachihara can't help but hope someone will corner you so he can jump in and save the day, like a murderous prince charming or something.

This dude has major jealousy issues. If he catches you talking to another person, especially if they're in Black Lizard, he'll snap at the poor guy to get back to work and quit their blabbering. Though, with a heavy sigh, his eyes seem to soften when they meet your gaze. "And you... uh, go... take a break. You look super exhausted." Aw, how sweet of him! One step forward, right?

It's a little bit suspicious how often you two get teamed up. At first, you think it's just bad luck, but it's downright weird now. Not to mention, he insists on you staying right by his side during the mission, no matter how capable you are. He's your superior, isn't he? You'd best listen.

Speaking of which, Tachihara will definitely use his status as your superior to keep a close eye on you. Out running errands? Cool, he'll come with you, just in case. Got nothing to do? Alright, he'll find something both of you can work at. He really doesn't like being away from you.

Eventually, that cruel demeanour he initially had will fade, and you'll finally see how much he actually cares for you, in his own way.

Instead of pushing you around, he now has an arm around you or a hand on you at all times, and no one dares to question it, knowing full well that Tachihara will snap at them. Or kill them, depending on his mood that day.

He tries to compliment you, but it's just kind of creepy. It'll always be about how those new clothes look nice on you, but you haven't worn them in front of him. Or how your shampoo smells good- when did he smell your hair?

All in all, once you get past the rough, tough façade he puts up in front of you, you'll see how much he adores you, won't you? You won't reject him, surely! He's been so nice to you, put so much effort into this... you'd be meaner than him to say no.