#i don't know why i'm surprised because no actual discussion ever seems to happen there despite the 4.6K members

[konstantya]

You (this pulp group I joined on FB) are utterly useless.

[ladylannisterxo]

... the one where spence takes an interest

Pairings; Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Words; 0.6k

Warnings; one use of Y/N but this was written back before I stopped using it lol but other than that, none, just fluff!

Summary; {requested} "Not to pester you, I had this thought and wanted to share is all, but could you imagine talking to Spencer about something you're really excited about (like a movie/tv show/game or something) and the next day he starts talking to you in length about it, and it turns out he went home that night and read/watched everything he could on the subject."

A/N; goodness, I wrote this years ago on another blog and since I've been rewatching Criminal Minds, I figured I'd go ahead and post it again (cause why not?)... the one and only thing I ever wrote for Dr. Spencer Reid ajdhsakdshak

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You didn't plan this. Really, you didn't. But you know how it goes when you start binging a new tv series: just one more episode... and then before you know it, it's 2:00am.

Now you're sitting in the bullpen. It's 8:00am and you're constantly rubbing at your tired eyes and chugging coffee like your life depends on it.

And Spencer is wearing a curious expression, already extrapolating possibilities as to what could have kept you awake last night.

But he doesn't mention it. Not when the team is discussing the new case, not even on the jet en route to your destination. He waits until it's just you and him, paired off to go talk to the medical examiner about the latest victim.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just a little tired."

He smiles warmly, offering you an amused glance before fixing his eyes back on the road. "I gathered. What kept you up?"

"You know, I just..."

But then you realize you don't want to tell him, not really. To you, staying up super late to watch a tv show seems embarrassing when compared to how he most likely spent his night.

You imagine that he read around six books, most of which were probably in a language you didn't understand. Or maybe he called his mom to check in with her. Or maybe he had nightmares himself and so he thinks that's exactly what happened with you...

Any scenario you think of infinitely sounds better than oh, you know, I just stayed up super late watching some trashy guilty pleasure tv show because I have no self control.

"Nothing really," you settle on, "it's dumb."

"Try me."

So you cave, mostly because you're too tired to fight. He listens intently as you tell him about the new show you found, how it's completely ridiculous but it allows you to step out of your life for a bit and relax.

He doesn't say much, just nods along as you talk and before you know it, you've arrived at your destination and it's back to work.

Spencer actually doesn't mention your conversation again for the remainder of the case and finally, the unsub is in custody and the team is back home to enjoy a nice, long weekend.

You don't see or hear from Spencer during this time but first thing Monday morning, he's greeting you as you step off the elevator with a cup of coffee and a bright smile.

... and then he tells you he spent the weekend watching the first season of the show you mentioned and to his surprise, he really enjoyed it.

To say you're confused is an understatement but you listen as he discusses every character and what he thinks of the current story arc.

"Spencer," you laugh, resting your hand on his arm and halting his speech. "Not that I'm not thrilled to talk about this but I really wasn't expecting you to go home and watch an entire season of a show just because I mentioned it."

He smiles sheepishly, eyes lingering on where your hand still rests on his arm.

"You were really excited about it though."

"And?"

"And it seemed important to you... so it's important to me."

A smile pulls itself across your face and you open your mouth to respond when you're both interrupted by Garcia letting you know there's another case.

"Hold that thought," you inquire.

"It's impossible for me to forget it."

And just like that, you're discussing trashy tv with Dr. Spencer Reid during any downtime that you're granted. You gush about your favorite character and he theorizes future story arcs while simultaneously pointing out behavioral inaccuracies.

"People do not speak like that in that kind of situation, Y/N."

"It's tv, Spence, it's supposed to be unrealistic. That's what makes it fun."

+ Bonus: if it's a series that is currently airing, you both come into the office the next morning and excitedly discuss every single thing that happened and then theorize on what could possibly happen next.

[thesilmarillionblog]

𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part:𝟷𝟺

Click here to read the first part.

Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, PTSD, violence, suspense, hurt, Soldier Boy gets hurt,

Word Count: 4433

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

Whispering “Earving?” once more, you trailed him to shadowy spots where fewer people were present. Though you knew you would have to deal with this eventually, you couldn't help but feel uneasy about what lay ahead.

When he halted, you took care to keep your distance.

You walked up to him and asked, “Why are you not talking to me?” to let him know you weren't a threat and that all you wanted to do was communicate. “Did you know what happened to me?”

Your eyes widened in suspicion as he examined you from head to toe before you told him anything further. To your surprise, Earving lifted his hand and pulled his blades from his back in a menacing manner. 

Your heart was pounding as you whispered, “What the hell are you doing?” It also hurt you to see him preparing for a fight, and you shook your head in disbelief. “Don't you ever try it.” 

You immediately defended yourself with your fists when he struck you with his blades, as though he were going to cut your skin. Thank goodness for your training sessions with Ben; you were starting to feel a little better and in shape. 

Earving attacked your legs again, forced you to the ground, briefly restrained you, and attempted to strangle you. But you reclaimed your hands from his gloved ones, struck his masked head, and violently shoved him on the ground. 

You said, “The company lied to everyone,” before he struck you once more. I'm not a traitor." 

Even though you tried to persuade him that neither you nor the government were your enemies or vice versa, he didn't seem to be listening to you and kept attacking you even though he knew you were still stronger than him. 

You shoved his head hard against the wall in front of you, forcing him to think straight. “I'm not blaming you for what happened,” you blurted out. “I just want you to know I'm still your friend. I understand your reasons about why you didn't visit me or try to save me.” 

After you hit his head against the wall a few times, he managed to break free from your hold and push you back until your back cracked the wall and made a hole in it. 

“What the hell, Earving?” Your t-shirt tore from your stomach to your chest as you screamed at him in aggravation. “You must hear what I'm telling you because I am speaking the truth. Vought lied about me to you and to everyone else, and they studied my body for decades in a lab to make the next supe generation better, to make it perfect.”

You said, “For God's sake,” fighting back tears as you were overcome by all that had transpired so quickly. Your hands balled into fists as you prepared for yet another blow. “If you attack me again, I swear I'm going to leave a huge amount of fucking damage on you.”

When his phone started ringing, Earving saw your rage rising and plunged his blades into his back once more. Before you could even respond, he vanished into the darkness once more. 

After you hurried back to the van without drawing attention from civilians, Frenchie noticed your torn t-shirt and messy hair and wrapped his hands around his head, practically yelling, “Mon Dieu, where did you go? What on earth happened to you?”

After sitting down next to him and seeing the screen in front of you, you muttered, “Nothing,” as you looked around for Kimiko. 

“Clearly, it's not just 'nothing.' Have you been spotted by anyone? Have you had a fight?” 

“No,” you instantly told a lie. You didn't know if this was the correct moment to discuss the actual events that transpired. 

Frenchie looked at you, her eyes narrowing. “You look like you've just had a fight,” he questioned. 

“I told you nothing happened,” you yelled angrily, feeling ashamed as the table beneath your hand began to crack. God. You were hopeless. But you remained outraged and wounded by everything that went on. Why would Earving even behave in such a manner? 

Frenchie placed his hands in the air and muttered, “Alright, alright,” in a calm but terrified voice. “I'm not going to ask any questions anymore.”

Though you chose to speak with him at a later time, you felt awful for using your position of power to frighten someone who was clearly weaker than you and was only attempting to carry out his own duties. 

With concern, you questioned, “Is Kimiko okay? I can help her if it's needed.”

“No,” Frenchie said, displaying his happy expression on the TV. “Pay attention to her remarkable speed and talent. Kimiko is a unique lady.”

Your eyes darted around the busy street, your super-hearing tuned in to every sound, and you continued to stare at the screen in front of you. Memories of your surprise altercation with your former best friend flashed across your memory. Why would he ever attack you like he actually wanted to kill you? Was Ben correct when he said Earving was only loyal to Vought and no one else? 

It was painful that, despite everyone's lack of loyalty toward you, you continued to show loyalty to those who had previously betrayed you and stabbed you in the back. You couldn't decide if you or they had a problem. Either you were difficult to understand, or it was simply difficult to love you. 

“She's done,” Frenchie remarked as he opened the door and prepared to go. Kimiko gave him a quick shoulder pat. 

“Let's fucking go.” 

It would be better if you called Ben at home. 

Ben's footsteps sped up to Herogasm as his eyes looked for TNT Twins. You were quite correct to despise this accursed and abnormal place. He was very into public sex, threesomes, gangbang while high, and all things associated, so he had enjoyed the twisted notion when he found it with Stormfront Bitch, but now it seemed like a new room straight out of hell. God was fucking missing from this place. Even though he occasionally wanted to, at least he was relieved that he refrained from joining it while he was with you.

If he was being completely honest with himself, he was a little afraid of his own physical needs when Butcher told him they were going to Herogasm the day before since he hadn't fucked anyone since he was free. Besides, he wasn't used to taking himself in hand so frequently without fucking someone for so long, even if he jerked off like a fucking teenager two or three times a day. He felt much better, though, knowing that he had no feelings at all regarding anyone or anything related to Herogasm. 

At this point, Ben was positive he would never want to visit this absurd place again. But as soon as he could, he had to fuck you raw.

Ben can't argue that he felt much safer having faith in you about anything because he was aware of your unwavering devotion to him in spite of everything he had done.

After all, loyalty to him was the most important thing in a partnership, and two people being devoted to one another was sufficient for a lifetime of companionship.

He was still thinking about your exposed ass from your nightdress, remembering how you appeared on the bed this morning. He was surprised at how effortlessly, and without even trying, you could make him rock hard. Getting on top of you, ripping off your underwear, and sliding into your swollen cunt would be so fucking easy. But in reality, it wasn't that simple.

Feeling his hardness returning over your thought, Ben muttered, “Oh, fuck.” 

Ben scowled and picked up the smoke bomb that had suddenly been thrown between his legs, thinking it could help him become a little high or divert his attention. 

“Halothene,” he said, glancing at the man who had thrown it to him. “What were you going to do with that?” 

The man repositioned himself, bracing himself for combat. Ben took a step toward him and sighed. The man's heart was pounding uncontrollably. 

“Not him,” Butcher stated firmly. 

Ben immediately nodded to Butcher. Anyhow, he was not in the mood to murder someone who was weak. 

He took a deep breath and tried not to get furious when his eyes eventually spotted the TNT Twins. When Ben saw their eyes widen in fear, he grinned. They were obviously taken aback to see him again. 

“Soldier Boy,” they muttered in tandem as they looked to one another for the right words. “It was Noir's idea; you must know that.”

“Was it?” Ben inquired as he gently inched closer to them, his shield tightening around his hand. 

The woman answered, “Yes,” quite quickly. “And the Crimson Countess. They conspired to deceive Y/N and you as well.”

He said TNT Twins, “Noir can't even shit without Vought's permission,” after hearing your name. “Did you know that she spent decades in a lab having her body studied? Did you know that Vought intentionally deceived everyone?” 

The sister asked, “Why does it matter?” before the man spoke.”All we did was follow instructions. Not that we desired to, though.”

They were aware of it. Ben shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, careful not to blow this place up. “You two will speak up against Vought to the media, tell them what they did to me and Y/N, and tell me where the fuck is Mindstorm. You two will come with me and fucking fix what you have done. If not, I'm fucking going to kill you both.” Ben spoke in a ferocious manner, clearly threatening them. 

They cried out in shock, “Fuck no,” sounding as though they would sooner die than stand up to Vought anyway. 

They locked hands and prepared to strike him, acting as though they would only cause minor harm to his body. The Russians did their best to harm him; of course, none of them worked. Ben was in disbelief that he used to work with the world's most worthless and foolish superheroes. 

Ben's supe hearing was triggered by a Russian song played by another supe in a different room before he spoke. He attempted to contain himself, and his palm closed tightly around his shield and closed his eyes. 

But the enormous power that was beginning to emerge was much bigger than him at that precise moment because of the horrific memories from the lab he had spent decades confined to. Ben's final thought before blowing up the entire place was of you. He should never have come here without you.

Once you were in your room, you decided to give Ben a call after some time had passed. You were informed that the person you called could not be reached at that time. You threw the phone on your bed and yelled, “Asshole,” out of anger. 

The damage had already been done when Ben awoke. Fuck it. This time, he had made an extremely serious mistake. He was sure he'd be on the news tonight. 

A man across the room likewise appeared to have a strange cape when Butcher came to approach Ben. 

“Soldier Boy and William Butcher,” he murmured. Ben and Butcher exchanged looks. “Oh, god. You were behind this. This whole thing was your idea. William, we made a deal with you to fight to the death. You and me.”

Ben struggled to figure out what was going on between them as Butcher offered him a confident look. Homelander went on, “This is cheating. The deal is off.” 

Homelander's gaze lasered Butcher against the wall as soon as he finished his speech. Ben sighed after giving Butcher a quick glance. 

“You were my hero growing up; I have watched all your movies hundreds of times.” Ben offered Homelander a degrading grin as he spoke admiringly. The guy with the blonde hair had the worst suit ever. It was a shame.

“You were the only one who was as strong as me.”

“Buddy,” Ben said, not giving a damn about Homelander’s words at all. “You think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape. You’re just a cheap fucking knockoff.”

Homelander's jaw tightened, and his eyes grew enraged as Ben repeatedly insulted him. He was enraged hearing such stuff from the supe he idolized since he was a child.

“Oh, no, no,” Homelander responded without fear. “I’m the upgrade.”

When Homelander attacked, Soldier Boy started to punch him again and again, but Homelander was well-trained too; he was indeed as good as Ben in combat skills. He wasn't like the weak supes in Payback; Homelander was indeed built different. However, this didn't make Ben feel a thing at all. Homelander was just another supe who was just more than a bit easy to deal with. That's all. In fact, it would be a good training for Ben to warm up.

Ben briefly lost control of the momentum and gave Homelander the advantage as they continued to hit one another. Ben looked on in confusion as Butcher rose and then lasered Homelander as well. 

“What have you done?” Confused, Homelander murmured. 

Ben stood up, yanking Homelander by his useless cape and violently throwing him against the wall as he ascended in the air, and their lasered eyes engaged in combat. 

Following Homelander's escape, Butcher and Ben struck him simultaneously, shattering the wall behind them. 

Homelander tried to laser Hughie after he broke up the brawl in his nude form, but Hughie was too fast for him. 

Ben effortlessly grabbed Homelander by the arm and pushed him to the ground, keeping him there while Butcher and Hughie also helped him. 

Butcher yelled, “Do it,” as Ben attempted to go full force this time. 

Ben pushed himself to concentrate on the enormous power shining behind his chest, but for some reason he was unable to release it. His tendency to explode when he didn't mean to was annoying, but he couldn't use his new abilities when he needed them. Perhaps it was because, just moments before, he had already blown up. 

Homelander groaned like an animal under threat when he realized he was going to be slaughtered by them. With a single, fierce roar, he drove everyone from his body as he fled away. 

With a mumble of curses, Butcher turned to face the sky. 

Ben didn't give a fuck at all, even if he was eager to kill Homelander while he knew he had more pressing problems at hand. Murdering Homelander was easy to do. However, he had to seize control of the company and turn the tables as quickly as possible. 

Ben grabbed the phone out of his pocket to try to call you as he stood up and straightened his suit, but it didn't work. 

Ben growled, “Fuck this,” and turned to face Butcher. “Call Y/N right now.” 

Butcher said, “Give me some slack, for God's sake,” as he got up and brushed off the dust from his coat.

Ben snatched the phone from Butcher's hand as soon as it began ringing and gave him a cold glare while Hughie and he pleaded with him to get out of there. 

Ben, who was a little nervous, walked to the car quicker than Butcher and Hughie. 

Ben muttered, “Give me a fucking moment,” as Butcher and Hughie entered the vehicle and looked at him. 

It had only been an hour since you went to sleep when your phone rang. You answered it while you rubbed your eyes and exclaimed, “What?” 

You had cried uncontrollably because of what transpired between you and Earving, since you hadn't anticipated his treachery to be that severe and brutal. 

Ben said, “I guess I couldn't give you a call because my battery is dead. Are you now at home?” 

Your eyes widened with suspicion. “How unlucky!” you murmured in a sour tone. “And yes.”

“Something terrible happened,” he sighed. You were scared by the underlying fragility in his voice, which made you feel no longer sleepy. He whispered your name and continued, “I messed up badly.” 

Your heart raced, and you temporarily forgot about your own issues as you were anxious at hearing an unsettling and insecure tone in his voice. You prepared yourself to receive the worst news. “What did you do this time?” 

Ben's jaw tightened at your disappointed complaint. Even though he was making an effort, it had been a while since he had disappointed someone with such severity, making him feel like a total failure. Ben parted his lips to speak, but he truly had no idea what to say or how to convince you that he wouldn't let you down the next time. He knew that had become one of his professions nowadays. 

“Well, let's talk when I come home. We're going to head out, so I suppose I'll be there by morning.”

He immediately hung up the phone without waiting for you to say anything more. He was a little embarrassed by his unpredictable actions and wasn't sure how you would respond. In the meantime, he would be thinking about this. 

You sighed and attempted to return to sleep, but it took you an hour to put your issues aside and allow your ailing body to rest.

Instantly opening your eyes and got off the bed upon hearing a door close in the room next door, you realized it was Ben.

You knocked on his door and said, “Ben?” even though it was still open.

He turned to face you after putting his shield next to his bed and said, “You don't have to knock it. You are welcome to show up at any time, sweetie.”

Even if he was attempting to make jokes to rile you up, his tone was anything but funny and suggested that he was distressed.

You approached him and gently closed the door, asking, “Can we talk now?” 

He also approached you and gave you a hug after leaving his chest material on the table, preventing you from speaking. You let out a sound as his fingers gripped your back firmly, and his chest seemed warmer than before. You held back your hug, but you also didn't press for an answer in the hopes that he would calm himself down and tell you. 

You attempted to ignore his fingers as they moved over your body, but your chin lingered on his muscular shoulder. You were surprised that he wasn't trying to make sexual contact with you, and you wondered what had happened to make him act that way while you were apart. 

"I missed you," Ben said softly,

Ben has always hated to say things like this and felt like the helpless, weak men in the movies, but he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed since he knew you needed his help and he kept failing you repeatedly even though it wasn't his intention. Ben hesitated to admit that he needed you more than ever because he knew that if you had been there, you could have stopped him from using his freshly developed powers to explode and kill some people.

If he could simply kidnap the TNT Twins and make them speak negatively about the company, then that would also be a great opportunity for you. They would also provide him with information regarding Mindstorm, which can be beneficial in your case. 

His body stiffened as he breathed in your hair. 

He aggressively remarked, “You smell something different,” smelling you a little more forcefully this time. “Like someone I know.”

You put your arms around his biceps and murmured, “Quit smelling me and calm down,” as you didn't make him feel angry. He appeared as though he was about to lose it. “I'll tell you when you tell me about what happened in Herogasm.”

“I blew up the entire place.”

“Ben!” you said, pushing his hands aside as your shocked eyes grew wider. “Why?”

His voice was dry as he spoke hurriedly, “I didn't mean to.” While you waited for him to continue, Ben looked around and considered how to explain everything. He then remarked, “It's... the same thing happened in Midtown. I was speaking with TNT Twins about Vought and attempting to persuade them to voice against it.”

His eyes went dark, as if he was uncomfortable and didn't want to continue. 

You placed a hand on his chest when you noticed he was having trouble with his inner thoughts, in an attempt to calm him down and encourage him to speak. You said, “And?” gently. 

“I heard a Russian song,” he furiously and unsettlingly declared. Placing his hand over yours to make sure you understood, he added, “I guess it's kind of a triggering thing for this thing to get activated.”

He interrupted you right away before you could say anything, saying, “I really tried to stop it. I did not mean to disappoint you or mess things up like this. Not at this particular moment.”

You muttered, “Don't worry about that. It wouldn't be the first time.”

“Yeah.” He gave you a small smile to lighten the situation and murmured to you, as if he were also trying to suppress the anger in your voice since he understood you had every right to speak in that manner. “However, I will speak with Butcher and ask him to locate Mindstorm as soon as possible in order to resolve your problem. Perhaps I might want to amend our agreement regarding Homelander.”

You muttered, “I don't know, Ben,” at a loss for what to do. “It's becoming uncontrollable. Tonight, everyone will be talking about you once more. First, we must figure out how to clean up this mess.”

He immediately raised his voice and said, “Fuck them,” not wanting to think about Vought or the media at all. “You do not think of such things. I'll soon have things under control. The first thing we need to solve is your situation about your powers, okay?”

“But why?” 

“Because you come first,” he stated with a serious attitude. 

Your cheeks heated a little under his focused look, and you retrieved your hands from him before heading to his bed and sitting to put an end to the intense moment. 

As you settled onto his bed, Ben's eyes narrowed, and he started thinking inappropriate things. You need to have spent the entire day and night beneath him, getting as much fuck as you both needed to make you tremble around his cock. 

As he began to remove his suit, including his pants, you were thinking about how to talk to him about yourself and Earving without irritating him. Ben didn't seem to care that you were in the room or that you were staring at him while he got undressed. 

He was putting on his gray sweatpants, and you were looking for a t-shirt when all of a sudden you stated, “I fought Noir.” 

“What the hell?”

He sat on the bed next to you and swiftly turned to face you. “When did this happen? How in the world did this son of a bitch track you?”

You murmured, “Calm,” as you noticed his veins starting to show. “Frenchie and I were in the van, and Kimiko had something to do. At that moment, I noticed him watching me from across the street.”

“Fuck, I knew from the way you smelt that bitter, like get into my nerves.” He questioned, without you even finishing your sentence, “And?”

You sighed as you noticed his growing impatience. “I wanted to talk to him, so I followed him until he stopped. I suppose I was naive.” 

Even though you were feeling vulnerable just now, you went on. “He didn't say a thing at all, and I don't know why, but he attacked me.”

“Fucking betraying son of a bitch, I should have murdered him when I had the chance.” Ben's hands were fisted on the bed, and his mind was racing with ideas as he growled with fury. “Did he do something to you?”

“Of course not,” you said with a sorrowful inner smile. “He would never be able to hurt me, even if he tried a hundred times.”

You winked at Ben, and he laughed. It gave you some relief to watch him become more relaxed. 

Playfully, he asked, “You're a fierce thing, aren't you?”

“Sometimes,” you replied with a smug grin. Ben noticed that you looked sad, and that's when your thoughts of Earving flashed across your mind. 

“Hey,” he murmured. “Stop worrying about that cunning cocksucker. You see, he was always a puppet of Stan Edgar and Vought. It has nothing to do with you. This won't ever, ever change.”

With a nod, you examined his bedroom and replied, “Yeah, I can see it clearly now.”

He cleared his throat. “You know, you can sleep in here whenever you want. You see, my bed is pretty bigger than yours, obviously more comfortable.” 

You arched an eyebrow suspiciously and asked, “Are you thinking funny things?”

“It's something I would never dare do,” he grinned. 

When he mentioned sleeping, you couldn't stop yawning and felt your body preparing to go back to sleep. You were aware that he wouldn't touch you without your consent, following what transpired between you. 

You rested your head on one of the pillows and mumbled, “Ben,” your eyes nearly closing from sudden exhaustion. “Can we continue training tomorrow?” 

“Of course, sweetheart.”

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Ben felt his heart soften so much at the sight of you sleeping off in his bed that he felt as though he could soon lose his mind. It had only dawned on him that he needed to pay attention to such a minor thing. The amount of control you had over him when he awoke from decades of sleep was insane. Perhaps he had been blind and sleeping for a lot longer than he realized.

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[amaya-writes]

rewatched black clover then saw your event and now i'm thinking how would Finral, Gauche and Leo introduce their fiance to their siblings. for the sake of this req let's say their siblings had no idea they were getting engaged (for Leo maybe his sis knew but brother didn't? idk i cant imagine neither of them knowing)

Ringtober Masterlist

Notes: sorry for the delay!

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Finral Roulacase, Gauche Adlai, Leopold Vermillion

Fem reader, you/yours

Finral Roulacase

His brother needs a minute.

Literally just points at Finral then you and goes you actually managed to convice her to fall for you?

Might make fun of Finral a bit but Finral can tell he's secretly happy for him.

Langris is more interested in the ring than you, he is glad to say that his brother has good taste in jewellery.

They end up discussing family matters after that and what's going to happen with certain pre established marriage agreements.

Overall Langris doesn't really care much, sure he's happy his brother found someone but it's kind of a 'meh' moment for him.

He isn't interested in getting to know you either, in his head you're like the Black Bulls—someone his brother likes but he doesn't particularly care for.

Don't expect to see much of him around either, although he does expect a wedding invite even if he might snark on about not attending.

He does in fact attend.

Gauche Adlai

His sister is so excited it's honestly adorable.

You've already met in the past since Gauche had to introduce the two most important girls in his life to each other, but she gets very excited at the prospect of having you as her future sister.

Gauche has to roam around with tissues because he keeps getting nosebleeds at the idea of the three of you living together like a happy lil family.

Once she finds our you're going to be her future sister in law his sister constantly asks about you when Gauche visits. He almost can't visit her without you because she sometimes seems sad and then Gauche feels very bad.

This one time the two of you got into a fight and she asked about you and told Gauche something along the lines of you better not take my sister away from me and to this day he does his best to never argue with you.

Overall your relationship is really sweet. Since Gauche is kind of like her father figure anyways you sort of become a maternal figure for her.

Leopold Vermillion

Fuegoleon is so genuinely surprised he doesn't even know how to react.

Their parents called all three children to the house for dinner which was surprising in itself, so when he sees you there he is pretty confused.

You're a close family friend, and ever since you were children it was sort of a given that Leo was yours and you were his. You two were just fated to be together.

But Fuegoleon presumed that his parents would at least give him of all people some forewarning before an engagement.

He ends up finding out that Leo actually proposed out of nowhere, you accepted and told both families a few days ago.

So why was Fuegoleon so late to the party?

His sister finds the entire situation funny and doesn't miss a beat before teasing Fuegoleon for being slow and not seeing the signs. Like how Leo suddenly decided to visit their grandfather (for a ring that was pre decided) the day he proposed.

Fuegoleon is honestly very pleased with the entire ordeal. You were always like a little sister to him anyways, but now that relationship is just solidified.

He does however tease Leo quite a bit about being a man and the responsibilities that come with marriage.

He's kind of surprised that Leo is going to be the first of the three of them to be married. That's Fuegoleon biggest concern rather than the sudden announcement.

Mereoleona definitely teases him about how their little brother has a better love life than him.

[l33bang24]

OMG It’s You…(Part 11)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: cursing, pet names, Chan and Minho being not smart, Chan and Minho having past history?? (lmk if I missed anything)

🏷️ : @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove @blackbluerose666 (Taglist open)

Series Masterlist

(Authors note at the bottom)

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Felix’s POV

I've never been angrier than I am right now. “Fucking pussies” I mumbled to myself. Why am I always the go-to person for fixing problems and uncovering information? I'm the golden child they can't be mad at. Maybe it's because I know how to avoid getting on their wrong side.

I stood outside Chan’s hotel door, nervously wringing my hands. Somehow, I felt like he was the safer choice between the two. Ever since his mysterious phone call, he seemed in a much better mood than Minho, who was just plain cranky. I knocked on the door and waited eagerly for Chan to open it.

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Third Person POV

Y/N had realized she had an uncanny ability to read Minho's moods. Lately, she could tell he was feeling grumpy, likely due to her lack of communication. After a nearly disastrous call with Chan, she hesitated to reach out to Minho, even though she knew he deserved to be in the know. She finally called him as she edited a new video in her recording room.

“Hey! I was waiting for your call, Jagiya. I thought you would leave me hanging!" he answered excitedly. She chuckled and glanced to the side. "No way, Min! I'd never do that to you. I've been swamped with the channel lately. I've meant to share something with you, but there have been so many changes in my life. I'm actually about to post a video that will explain everything. I hope you know I wouldn't keep you in the dark intentionally. You mean a lot to me. I've been keeping things under wraps to surprise you and the boys. That's why I've been distant, trying not to spill the beans before the video is out.”

Minho tells her he understands; he'd just wished she had told him sooner. She tells him she'll make it up to him, which puts a big smile on his face. He feels his mood grow increasingly better than before. They continue to discuss various things in his life and what she can share about hers. Minho finally finds himself able to relax with the soothing sound of her voice.

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Chan’s POV

As I turned the doorknob and pulled the door open, I was surprised to see Felix standing on the other side. I greeted him and inquired if he required any assistance. He expressed a desire to have a conversation with me. As I ushered him inside, we settled onto my bed, and I placed my phone nearby. Felix glanced at it before sharing his thoughts with me.

“You must be talking to a girl. Judging by your reaction when you came back into the room.” I felt the tips of my ears burning. I didn't exactly notice until I sat down and felt uncomfortable. I had to get back up and take care of myself before returning. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

“I guess it's something like that. We’re just talking, nothing serious. She just said something that made me feel a different way. I knew she wasn't doing it on purpose, but I wasn't expecting it, you know?” Felix nodded his head, understanding.

“The guys have been worried about you and Minho. It is almost as if you're both talking to the same girl. Your expressions are the same when you get a text. Minho almost massacred Han over taking his phone. Nobody wants to ask because they're afraid they'll get their heads chewed off.”

Felix huffs out a breath. “Chan Hyung, we don't want to be noisy, but we just don't want anything else to come between us again. When you and Minho fight, it's like we’re at war, and the rest of us are hiding because we don't want to get pulled into it.” He comes closer and gives me an unexpected hug. As the most affectionate member of the group, I accept it and hold it tight. We bid our goodbyes, and I crashed back on my bed.

Felix’s words brought me back to my conversation with Minho earlier today.

Flashback

As I emerged from the bathroom, I bumped into Minho, who was heading in. "Did you fix yourself in there, or do you need some assistance?" he teased as I rolled my eyes. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

"That's not what you said last time." I was taken aback. What was wrong with him? Without a second thought, I pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door. “Okay, you have my attention. What do you want?” I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to respond. He snickers. “What? Don't tell me you didn't like it when I helped you last time.”

“YAH! Just get to the point already!” I yell at him, clearly upset. He raises his hands, knowing he went too far on that one. “Sorry, Chan Hyung. I have to tease you occasionally, but I didn't mean to go that far.” Minho takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “I just wanted to tell you that however you've been talking to, I hope they treat you right. You deserve to be loved and cherished. I don’t normally tell you something like that, but I thought you should know that.” I smile back at him and bring him into a short hug. “Thank you, and you deserve the same. I know that none of us is making you that happy. Plus, the whole chasing after Han making death threats was a big giveaway.” Minho smiles softly, “Yeah, she's great. I hope I get to meet her someday.”

End of Flashback

We ended up chatting some more after we left the bathroom. We talked about how much we liked talking about our girls but never mentioning their names. Everything was forgotten after I received a notification that Y/N had posted a new video.

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Third Person POV

‘The room she's in is NOT her bedroom.’ Chan thought to himself. It was decorated with neon colors that painted her face. He didn't have long to look around as she started talking.

“Hello Lovelies! I'm sure you've been wondering why I've been absent for some time and why you haven't seen many videos. Well, I'm going to address all of that. First things first, y'all look at this room setup. I love it, plus the neon sign behind me. It's my channel name, and I can change the color of it, too.” She shows the different colors and then turns, clapping her hands excitedly. “Let me try to break this down for you. I got offered a dream job to work as a full-time creator, and with some encouragement from some extraordinary people, I leaped. I no longer work for my former job nor reside in the United States.”

At that comment alone, all eight boys shouted, “WHAT?!”

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Y/N’s POV

My latest video has caused my phone to explode with notifications. I intentionally kept quiet about my location and employer, leaving the fans to figure it out independently. Meanwhile, the guys are losing it. I'm grateful that I negotiated the contract to allow me to work on my terms.

If I didn't want to come in until after 1 pm, I could do that. I also got to make my days as long as I wanted or as short as I wanted or even do the work from the apartment instead of going in. The possibilities were endless.

Every time I step into the recording room, I am captivated by its ambiance. Although it resembles a gamer's room, it is so much more. After sharing some pictures of my vision for the room, MNet brought those ideas to life. The room is painted in a serene off-white color, and the overall atmosphere is genuinely breathtaking.

As you enter the room, you are immediately drawn to the vibrant glow of the neon lights. The room's centerpiece is a sleek white table with ample storage options. A sophisticated four-monitor display with space for a laptop and peripherals is positioned on the table. The chair, crafted from luxurious leather and suede, beckons you to sit. Triangular lights adorn the wall behind the monitors, casting a soft, ambient glow. Adjacent to the chair, a stylish loveseat couch is decorated with a neon sign that reads Y/C/N.

I could already picture myself taking some great naps on that comfy couch. I wasn't confident they'd include everything, but they went above and beyond, to my surprise. They even added a fridge, microwave, coffee maker, and a small cabinet for snacks and other goodies. With all these amenities, I could almost turn this room into a cozy, tiny home.

A couple of hours later, I received a call to attend a meeting. I made my way to the designated floor and headed toward the conference room where the meeting was scheduled. As I entered, I noticed everyone was already seated, and on the table were flyers adorned with a cupid and heart-shaped arrows. I took the only available seat and prepared for the meeting to begin.

“Sorry to call you on such short notice, but we have an idea for your channel.” I tilt my head to the side. “What would that be?” A lady in the middle replies next.

“A live reaction video.”

(A/N: We’re getting closer to the good part! I'm so happy that others are enjoying this series. I didn't think it would work well, but everyone proved me wrong. If you don't know where I'm going with this idea, you're in for a treat 😉 Love y'all, and have a great day!)

[thosewildcharms]

We talk a lot about Rick saying he knew he was in love with his son's best friend, but we need to discuss Michonne's love for, and loyalty to this man since they met. He's always been the one for her.

oh for sure, she chose him from the beginning even if she wasn't fully aware of doing so. btw, if you haven't seen it already, i would recommend this post by @glamaphonic (which is basically required reading in my opinion) for the full trajectory of michonne's feelings for rick.

while I don't necessarily think she was in love with him since day one, you're absolutely right in that it was building from the moment they met. these are the things that stick out to me but let's be real it's not a comprehensive list because she loves him so much. she loves him so so much!

the way she pretty much instantly decided the prison was safe and that she wanted to stay there because of rick. not just by understanding why he was mistrustful of her, but by seeing how he had built a legitimate family from the way he reunited with carol and thanked daryl for taking care of judith. it took her five minutes to clock him as a legitimate leader and has supported him ever since. so much so that in 7x12 she tells him, completely honestly, that he should lead all of the communities. she genuinely admires him, and thinks there is no one better or more capable than him (of course, that's not true: she is lol i'm always so ticked by how surprised she is when he asks her to lead with him in 7x12).

when she sees rick having hallucinations, instead of treating him like a wild animal that you should only approach slowly and carefully (like everyone else did) she sees herself in him and goes out of her way to make him feel better. if anything it actually makes her trust and understand him more. and she gets him to crack a joke and smile!

the fact that not only was she not angry, but told him she completely understood that he had to consider giving her up to the governor, who she *knows* is a psychopath. that SHE of all people was the one to empathize with him for having to make that choice? that is truly bonkers when you think about it. a level of loyalty and understanding and care that makes very little sense considering how they still barely knew each other then. but it ~*~must have been something else then~*~

the way she bursts into tears of joy and looks to the sky in thanks after finding carl and rick after the prison. you know she would have been glad to find anyone when she started following that trail but you could tell that those two are who she wanted to find more than anyone else. and the fact that doing so seemed to restore her faith? shut up???

after she finds rick and carl she asks him "is this home? or just a stop along the way?" she was willing to stay put and build a home with just him and carl without bothering to look for anyone else. as @glamaphonic said, she claims them right then and there. (btw i noticed that a similar conversation happened with carol and tyresse in The Grove, and also with sasha and abraham in...some later episode idk which one, but they're in an office building. i just thought it was interesting! i wonder if the carol/tyreese instance was a nod to the comics?)

rick thinks that killing a man with his throat is the worst thing he's ever done. certainly carl saw it as monstrous (as it made him think he was a monster too, for being too similar to rick) even daryl backed away from it. only michonne saw it for the heroic act it was and it made her fall in love with him. and she made him feel better too. again, she sees a kindred spirit in him as someone willing to do anything, including things most people would not do, to protect his child.

she is always ready to back him up and fight with him, as well as for him. the only time she disagrees with him is when she knows there is a better option for them, and even then she's gentle and supportive while she convinces him there's a better way (directing the group to alexandria, "i'm still with you", the fight against n*gan, the end of towl 1x04, probably more that i'm forgetting). she considers him her equal in every way, and considering how self-reliant michonne is, that says everything.

okay but seriously the EASIEST way to piss michonne off is to talk shit about rick, talk shit to rick, put your hands on rick, or even just look at rick in a way she doesn't like. she just starts yelling and/ swinging, which is hilarious because she's normally so collected.

on the other hand the only thing that makes michonne lose her shit completely and genuinely panic is if rick is legitimately in danger (the end of 6x09, the bridge)

if she thinks he's dead, she straight up just. stops. mid battle. just drops her weapon and stops. i'm almost glad we never got flashbacks to the time immediately after the bridge because it might have been too devastating to watch.

she never rejects him. even when they're at odds, she's still goes out of her way to show him she still supports him (5x16, their kiss in 7x08).

rick straight up would not have survived losing carl if he hadn't had michonne. she is so loving and patient and gentle with him even through her own grief it's incredible. she loves him SO much (and i have to point out, rick is the same for her. as devastating as carl's death is, watching them work through it together was beautiful).

she is always trying to ease his burden and be a legitimate partner to him. there are countless examples of this but the big one for me is how she considers n*gan her responsibility after season 8. rick made the call but she backed him and kept backing him even though everyone was against them, even when they both had doubts. she completely meant it when she said she wanted for them to make all of their decisions together and for once he's not completely alone as a leader.

speaking of the n*gan thing. michonne stands in maggie's way until maggie asks her what she would have done if it had been rick who had been butchered in front of her, if she could have just let that go. definitely, the answer was no. just like rick couldn't have if it had been michonne.

(because she can't live without him anymore than he can live without her).

she was flipping over dead walkers for months after the bridge and did not move on for over 6 years because she could *feel* he was still alive despite all evidence to the contrary and also simply because there was no one else she wanted. it's him or no one. just as it's her or no one for him. you can actually see her flinch a little toward the end of her kiss with ezekiel.

wearing his clothes and wrapping them around herself like a hug when she really really missed him

talking to him long after he was gone

setting off to find him on foot over nothing more than a hint that he was alive

all of the ones who live. like, that would honestly need its own post but do we even need it? that show dialed this love story up to like a twenty. she spent an entire episode saving him from himself. almost died trying to find him in the first place. jumped his ass out of a helicopter. her faith in him and them saves the entire world.

truly, her response to his proposal/vows is spot on: "it could only ever have been you." it was always him, it was only ever going to be him. it's him, or it's no one.

[onredrouge]

skk hate each other, and no one's actually surprised.

Everyone seems to be losing their shit over what Asagiri has said. And when I said everyone, it's mostly those skk haters celebrating their imagined downfall of Soukoku. To be honest, what Asagiri said doesn't surprise me anymore. 

I don't really get people saying Dazai and Chuuya don't hate each other when that has been the foundation of their relationship ever since their first meeting. They're both strong in their own ways, and they showcase that by never concealing what they feel about each other. Both of them have never been passively aggressive about that. They show it with their words and their actions; their entire dynamic is built on the fact that they hate each other's guts. Sometimes (or most of the time), it is that "oh, I hate you so much and you should pay attention to me so I could show you how much I hate you" kind of hatred. At some point, it was a childish exchange between two teenagers finally finding a sort of escape from their toxic environment in the form of annoying the hell out of each other. They spent time together, blah, blah, blah, and then it turned to an unexplainable visceral kind of hatred that allows them to work so well with each other like one soul in two bodies. Is it toxic? Maybe it is, just like all the other things they experienced and would never deserve. They're not some high school friends meeting up in a park after class. They're both morally gray individuals who find a sort of familiarity between their shared hatred towards each other. I can't really explain, and I don't even want to try putting into words the kind of connection they have. That's mostly the reason why they're so interesting. Soukoku have this kind of connection that will make you want to rip your hair out just trying to find the right words to describe them.

Hating someone doesn't mean you can't feel other things for them. I think Asagiri just meant to say that hatred is not a mask for anything, mainly because they've always been upfront with their feelings for each other. Whatever other emotions they feel for each other have always been hinted at. I don't know about what Asagiri wants to say about that but it's there. I'd love to see more exploration of their dynamics because I'm genuinely crazy about them, but I've accepted it a long time ago that there's a slim chance Asagiri's going to do any of that. Dazai's still so heavily connected to the mafia, the whole agency is; however, there are so many other connections Asagiri would choose to discuss when it comes to Dazai, and his relationship with Chuuya's most definitely not going to be the first choice no matter how interesting it is for the majority. (I'm going to still dream about that every day though.) It doesn't mean their relationship is suddenly unimportant; that would be contrary to what has been brewing in the manga. It doesn't mean their connection is a thing of the past as their lives are still very much intertwined with each other. However, a deep exploration of their connection is probably only possible once all the major issues in the manga are settled. That's where the derivative works enter the scene. Asagiri's not really going to give us any deeper insight on the other dynamics of their relationship, so fans are free to interpret them in any way they like (just not in a way that trashes their individual characters, like what some skk fans do). Who knows?  Maybe someday we'll learn something more about them. Right now, one thing we're sure about is their hatred for each other (as confirmed by the author himself) and the countless different possibilities fan works can explore. They hate each other? Wow, would you look at that? Another added spice to many series of fics that are sure to come. Soukoku's not ending. Unless Chuuya's going to weirdly disappear in mersault arc, then I don't think this downfall you all are wishing for is going to happen.

[floating-mid-air]

***Snowed In***

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Two one-shots in the span of eight days. I'm on a roll! This is part two of my 200-follower special. Okay, I'm off to work on chapter 14 of TPOAS.

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***Masterlist***

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Paring: Goku X F Reader

Rating: Matureish (contains sexual themes)

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Agreeing to do this favor for Bulma may be one of your worst decisions yet. The security alarm for one of Capsule Corp's units in the countryside has been going off for the past few days. Since Bulma and her father have been so busy recently, they haven't had time to check it out. While you were helping Bulma work on her most recent project, you jumped at the chance to get the hell out of there. When Bulma can't figure things out quickly, she gets frustrated, and yells, a lot. And it's usually directed at the person who happens to be in her vicinity. And unfortunately, today, that's you.

While discussing the details of your trip, Goku walks into the room, muttering something about how Vegeta broke their gravity chamber... again. That only seems to make Bulma angrier. You didn't even think that was possible. In an attempt to calm her down, Goku speaks up. He's been dealing with Bulma's temper for much longer than you have. "So what are you guys doing here anyway?"

"There's an issue with one of our capsules. The security alarm keeps going off. So Y/N is going to check it out for me. No big deal." She places her hands on her hips, glaring at Goku before he can even speak. "And don't even think about asking me to fix the gravity chamber!" 

"What?" Goku furrows his brows at her, his eyes widening. You're not surprised. Telling Goku, he can't train is like telling a normal person they can't breathe.  

"I won't be able to do that for weeks. I'm really busy with 

work. Which is something you'd understand if you ever actually got a job! So you and Vegeta are just going to have to deal!"

"That's not what I meant. You're sending Y/N? Alone? Isn't that kinda dangerous?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

"It's just that you're human... and kinda weak... you haven't trained in years. What if there's someone bad there... someone like Frieza?"

"Goku." You sigh. "Frieza has been dead for years now."

"I said someone like Frieza. What if there's someone bad there? What if you get hurt?"

"Goku! It's probably just a mouse or something!" Bulma shouts. "Besides. Y/N is strong and capable. I'm sure she can handle it."

"But what if..." Before he can even finish his sentence, Bulma cuts him off. 

"No! Don't even think about it!"

"Please! I'd feel a lot better if I could go with her. Plus, there's nothing to do here anyway. I'd be so bored. Come on, Bulma."

"Bulma." You groan. "Just let him come along. Plus, that would get one Saiyan out of your hair while you work. And you know Goku, he'd just come anyway." Even the hypothetical possibility of a battle is enough for Goku to want to tag along. You're not even surprised.

"Fine. But you have to keep an eye on him at all times. There are a lot of prototypes there. And I don't want him breaking anything." She turns to Goku. "You hear that! You're not allowed to touch anything!"

"Ya, Bulma, I got it." He nods.

You and Goku head off in opposite directions so you can pack for the journey. You'll only be gone for a few hours, so you don't need much. You've learned that it's best to be prepared. Once you're done packing, Goku meets you at your place. 

"I know you don't like instant transmission. But can't I just fly us there instead?" 

"Absolutely not." 

"Aww, come on. Why not?" He pouts.

"Because the last time you dropped me!"

"I caught you, didn't I?"

"Just before I almost got crushed to death!" You glare at him. "We're taking my car. If you don't like it, then you don't have to come."

Goku sighs. Fiddling with his hands. "Fine." He grabs your bag, placing it in the trunk of your car. While he's doing that, you hop into the driver's seat, waiting for him to finish. Goku moves into the passenger seat, putting his seat belt on. "So, how long is this going to take?"

"Around Three hours."

"Three hours!" He roars. "We could get this done in minutes if you'd just..." He stops speaking when he meets your deadly gaze. "Uhm... this is good too." 

The drive was as terrible as you thought it would be. A young child would have behaved better than the Saiyan. You lost count of how many times he asked you the infamous phrase, "are we there yet?" And everything only got worse when you got to your destination. Much to Goku's disappointment, there was no real threat at the capsule. There wasn't even a mouse, just a minor malfunction with the security system.

By the time you finished fixing the security system and Goku did one final sweep of the capsule, it was already dark out. You didn't think everything would take this long. While you are distracted, Goku walks up behind you. "You ready to go?"

"Goku!" You yelp. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry," He holds up his hands. "I forgot how jumpy you are." He chuckles to himself, only adding to your irritation.      

"I am not jumpy!" You snarl.

"Whatever you say, Y/N." He picks up your bag, but you grab his shoulder before he can take it anywhere.

"Wait!" He turns back around, a look of concern appearing on his features. "I- I don't like driving in the dark." You mutter inaudibly. 

"What did you say?" Great. You're going to have to repeat it.

"I don't like driving at night!" Your face flushes. You thought it would be light out by the time you left. You definitely underestimated how long this would take.

"Oh," He presses his lips together. This puts both of you in a predicament. Goku doesn't have his license, so he can't take the wheel. Instant transmission makes you nauseous, and flying is out of the question. So you're stuck. "Well, we can just crash here for the night. When I was a kid, I used to sleep on the floor at Master Roshi's place. So this shouldn't be too different." This is one of the many things you love about Goku. You've never met a man as sweet and caring as he is. Sure, he can be a bit of an airhead... but he's a loveable airhead.

Morning comes before you know it. You can't believe how fast you fell asleep on the hard floor. You may have felt uncomfortable, but you've never felt so safe in your life. Goku's presence alone is enough to put your mind at ease. You wake up first, rubbing your eyes, still half asleep. You stretch, slowly getting up. You pack up your stuff, shoving everything in your bag. Knowing Goku and how impatient he can get, it's best to have everything done before he gets up. To save your sanity. 

You should probably put your bag in the car too. One less thing to worry about. You place your bag over your shoulders. Heading straight for the door. You open the door only to find a wall of snow. "Fuck!" You scream, slamming the door shut before any snow can get in. How the hell did you sleep through a snowstorm so massive that it was able to cover the entrance of the capsule.  

"What's wrong?" Goku instantly appears behind you, furrowing his brows.

"We're trapped. That's what's wrong! It wasn't even supposed to snow, and now we're practically buried in it." Goku pushes past you, opening the door himself. Once his eyes land on the wall of snow, he swiftly shuts the door. 

"Oh, that's no big deal. I'll just power up and melt the snow." He begins screaming, but before he can transform, you stop him.

"No!" You shout, using all your strength to subdue the Saiyan, throwing him to the ground.

"Ouch." He wines, rubbing the back of his head, which may have hit the ground a bit too hard. "What did you do that for?"

"I'm a big fan of living, Goku. I'd like to not die. Unlike you, I'm not an alien from another planet who could survive a building collapsing on me!"

"But I'll be suuuuper careful." He's practically begging you. It's been so long since you've spent one-on-one time with Goku that you forgot how insane he is.

"It's not happening, Goku! End of story." You pull out your phone, praying that you have service. Shit. No bars. You move through the capsule, desperately searching for at least one bar of service. No dice. The massive snowstorm must be interfering with the cellphone towers. Maybe you'll have better luck if you can get to higher ground? But how can you do that while confined to the capsule house? Your gaze shifts to Goku, and it finally clicks. "Give me a boost." He stares at you in confusion before complying. He picks you up, placing you on his shoulders. He puts his hands on your ankles to keep you balanced. "Come on." You mutter to yourself, sticking your phone further out.

You finally get a ghost of a signal. "Goku, a little more to the right." He awkwardly stumbles, following your directions. For the world's strongest fighter, he really lacks coordination. "Got it!" You cheer, almost dropping your phone onto the ground. You quickly dial Bulma's number before you lose the signal. After a few rings, she finally picks up. 

"What's up, Y/N?"

"Bulma!" You shriek. Most likely puncturing the unsuspecting woman's eardrums.

"Woah! What's wrong?"

"We're trapped in your damn capsule. Get us the hell out of here!"

"What are you still doing there, anyway?"

"T-That doesn't matter."

"Oh... did you and Goku Finally..." Damn her. Over the years, your feelings for Goku haven't been entirely platonic. And Bulma's very aware of your feelings for your childhood friend. She's always making some side comment that flies over Goku's head. It's one of the times you're glad that the Saiyan is as naive as he is. 

"Bulma!" Your cheeks flush.

"What's she saying?" Goku's ears perk up, looking up at you. 

"N- nothing important. Bulma, come on, be serious. There's a ten-foot wall of snow outside of the door."

"The earliest I can get down there is in a few hours. I'm swamped. And also really in the zone."

"But Bulma!"

"Hang in there. And good luck. You're going to need it." Before you can yell at her anymore, she abruptly hangs up.

"Damn it." You mutter to yourself. "Goku... can you Uhm... put me down, please."

"Ya, sure." He grabs your waist, pulling you down to the floor like you're weightless. "So, is she coming?"

You shake your head. "She said the soonest she could leave is in a few hours. And knowing Bulma, it's gonna be much longer than that. It finally sinks in. You're going to be trapped here. Alone. With Goku. For hours. In the past, you've only been able to handle Goku in short bursts. He's one of your best friends, but he can be a little much. Okay... more like a lot much. 

"Well, there has to be something we can do in the meantime. We could spar!"

You chuckle in disbelief. "Goku, my sparring days are long over. They've been that way for years." Like many of your other friends, you retired from fighting seriously. With your human strength, there's no way you could ever keep up with those insane Saiyans.

The two of you end up sitting in silence. It's very unnerving. You didn't think Goku could ever be this quiet. After a while, it's Goku who breaks the silence. "Hey, Y/N.'' You answer with a mumble of acknowledgement. "I've been thinking a lot about something Vegeta said to me.... about you."

"What about me?" You scowl. Knowing Vegeta, it's definitely not something good. Probably one of his offhand sexist comments.

"It's... it's nothing bad!" He stutters out. "It's just---"

"Spit it out, Goku!"   

"Okay! He said that you have feelings for me. Isn't that so crazy? And that's exactly what I told him too. But--- why are you looking at me like that?" You cannot move your gaze off him as your mouth hangs open. Vegeta! Vegeta, of all people! The man who cares about nothing but himself knows about your feelings for Goku. Are you that obvious? Does everyone know? Is this what having a panic attack feels like? "It--- It is crazy, right?" His voice is uncharacteristically soft, becoming quieter with every word. "Y/N... say something." His lips contort into his classic pout, the same expression you can never seem to say no to. No matter how absurd his request is. "Please." 

"Y- You know how Vegeta is. He was probably trying to get under your skin." You lie through your teeth, hoping he'll fall for it. Your face feels like it's burst into flames. You have to be blushing. Maybe Goku won't notice... or he'll think you're sick like the last time he got too close. 

"Oh," He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, almost as if he's disappointed. "Ya, that makes sense. Man, do I feel stupid. We've known each other practically our whole lives. Of course, you don't see me that way." He rubs the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. "I guess he just knows how I feel about you... and he was trying to throw me off my game. That's a dirty trick... even for Vegeta."

Now you're sure you didn't have a panic attack before. Because you're definitely having one now. Did Goku just admit that he has feelings for you? You place a hand on your chest to try and calm down the rapid thumping of your heart. "You... You have... feelings... for me?" You're barely able to choke it out. You've imagined this moment so many times in your head. And that's all you can say? 

"Well, ya." He nods. "Of course I do. You're always here for me... and you smell good."

"Oh, that's all?"

"No!" He lowers his voice, his face flushing. "There are lots of reasons. I don't think I could name them all... even if I tried." 

"How--- How long have you felt like this?"

"I don't know." He runs a hand through his wild raven hair. "I've kinda always felt like this. Even when we were kids." This has to be a dream. You must still be sleeping. You pinch yourself on the arm, yelping in pain after you do. Nope. Not a dream. This is very real. 

"Goku---" Your voice cracks. You have no idea what to say. You want to tell him how you feel. But you physically can't. Why can't you just tell him that you feel the same way? 

"You don't have to say anything. We can just forget all about this, okay?" No! You don't want that. He likes you, and you like him. This should be easy, but for some reason, everything is more complicated than ever. If you can't tell him, then you will have to show him instead. But how can you do that?

You take a deep breath, gulping nervously. You can do this, Y/N. He likes you, too. He's not going to freak out or push you away. You stand up from your spot on the ground, slowly making your way toward Goku. "Can you stand up?" His brows raise, but he follows your lead anyway, standing up as you come even closer to him. You don't utter another word, leaning into him. You press your lips against his and feel all your fears melt away. You're filled with this sense of ease, one that you've never felt before.

Goku, on the other hand, is freaking out. Okay, freaking out is putting it lightly. The poor man is losing his shit, staring at you like a gaping fish. For once, it's his turn to be nervous. He finds himself unable to move. He can't even move his lips to reciprocate your kiss. After only a moment, which felt like an eternity for Goku, you pull away from him. Glancing shyly at the ground. "Was that okay?" You finally gain the courage to glance back up at him.

"Was that okay?" He repeats what you just asked him in disbelief. You assume that was rhetorical. He places a hand on his lips, still feeling your warmth. "Goku, are you---" Before you can even finish your sentence, his lips are on yours. His hands move onto your sides, slowly moving them up and down. The kiss quickly grows from sweet to passionate. He nips on your bottom lip, enticing a moan from you. The noise alone sets something off in him. He grabs your hips before lowly whispering. It almost sounds like a growl. "Jump." You follow his instructions, wrapping your legs around his torso. He pushes you against the wall, knocking over a table in the process. Both of you barely notice the commotion, being too lost in each other's bodies. You feel the cold metal hit your back before Goku's tongue snakes its way into your mouth. He deepens the kiss exploring the entirety of your mouth. He presses his body against yours, and you can feel his hardness.  

Before the kiss escalates any further, you pull away for air, finally noticing the damage you've caused. "Oh, shit! Bulma's going to kill us!" Your eyes land on the prototype for Capsule Corp's newest machine. The very same one they're planning on showing off at their convention this weekend. It's a vast improvement from the previous model. You move away from Goku, going closer to the mess you've made. Some of the core parts are still together. That's good. It'll make the repair process much simpler. 

"Can you fix it?" You nod, turning away, leaning down to pick up some of the pieces. You gasp, your grip tightening on the parts in your hand as Goku wraps his arms around you, pressing himself against you.

"Goku!" You wine.

"What? You're super smart, so you'll be able to put it back together quick. Besides, like you said, Bulma's not going to be here for hours. We've got time." He presses his lips against your neck, trailing light kisses along your neck.

"Goku. We can't do this now. Work now... play later."

"Please." He whimpers in your ear. Even though you can't see him, you know he's giving you his classic expression, the same one you never seem to be able to refuse. His attention moves back to your neck, moving on from light pecks to nipping at your soft flesh. 

You finally give in when he finds that one spot, throwing your head back with a moan. You pull away from him, and before he can voice his displeasure, you slam your lips back onto his. 

You lose all sense of time. There's only one thing you can focus on, and that's Goku. You honestly feel kinda stupid. You two could've been together this whole time.

You don't even notice the front door open. "Guys, I was able to get her a little----" She shrieks in glee. But her giddy yell quickly turns into a horrified shriek. "What the hell did you idiots do?" You pull away from each other with identical expressions of alarm. "You two couldn't keep your paws off each other long enough to fix this!"

"We didn't think you'd get here so soon. You usually take a really long time. Like ridiculously long. Seriously, what do you do all day?" You smack Goku upside the head, causing him to yelp in pain. "Heyyy. That hurt." He rubs the back of his head.

"Come on, Y/N. You're helping me fix this." Before you can walk away from Goku, he scoops you up in his arms.

"Bye, Bulma. I need to borrow Y/N for a sec. I promise I'll bring her back to help you later."

"Goku, what the hell?" You yell as he presses a hand to his forehead, teleporting you to his house. The second you arrive in his room, you jump out of his arms. "You know I don't like that!

"Hey, I just got us out of trouble." You could be a bit nicer to me, you know." He pouts

"No! You just avoided it for now!" You place a hand on your hip, shooting him a knowing look. "Have you ever met Bulma? She's going to kill us." 

"But now we can be alone. And we were kinda in the middle of something before Bulma came in." He walks closer to you, throwing his arms around your body. You melt into his strong embrace. 

"B- but my car." This is bad. You're starting to run out of excuses.

"We'll get it later. Besides, the tires are probably stuck in the snow." He pushes you down onto his bed. Now he's hovering above you. You stare into his eyes as he flashes you his infamous pout. You're so weak when it comes to him. 

"I can never say no to you when you look at me like that."

"Ya, I know. That's why I do it all the time." You glare at him. Maybe he isn't as naive as you thought. He leans down, kissing the frown off your face. You can deal with the consequences later. Right now, you just want to focus on Goku. And you have a feeling that he feels the same way about you.

[winterxgardener]

What makes Shourtney stand out to me (as a possible couple) is that despite all the LA influences and insane talent, they kinda seem like two people you could see hanging out in your neighborhood. They are so special but normal at the same time if that makes sense.

I also feel that neither of them are particularly great at hiding their true feelings about people and things around them - and I love that about them. I'm sure they do a loooooot of self-censoring but at the same time, have hard time maintaining a proper poker face.

Actually, there are some 2019-2020 videos where Courtney and Shayne start acting silly/flirty together, and the other person in the room (usually Ian and Damien) has a slightly amused but uncomfortable "here we go again" expression on their face. The expression is so relatable 'cause I've been in similar situations myself at the workplace and kept thinking "you guys really need to do something about this romantic tension 'cause we have a meeting with the boss in two minutes and she might have some questions". So awkward but hilarious at the same time.

Similarly to the previous anon, I also wish we could hear their own experience at some point since what we discuss here in Tumblr, is mainly just speculation/interpretation. Even if it turns out that Shourtney never happened and we shippers have been living in delulu, I'd still love to hear what their shared journey has been (bts) since it feels like they rarely talk about their friendship/something-else-ship anymore. Ian and Anthony discuss their friendship frequently in videos, Shayne and Damien make references to their shared past experiences from time to time, and I've even heard Amanda and Angela commenting on how close friends they are. But I can not remember the last time Shayne and Courtney had even a brief discussion about them as a duo, despite being one of the more iconic ones.

I actually think that it was the contradiction between their non-verbal language and verbal treatment of each other that led me to speculate (1-2 years ago) that something is going on bts. For me their "heart eyes" alone are not really a proof of anything since they keep looking at half the cast with similar endearment. However, I found it weird that they would look at each other so lovingly (at least in brief moments) but rarely ever say anything friend-like directly to each other or even act politely, like normal coworkers. Some people will explain that with their long friendship but they are close with Damien and Ian as well and rarely act in the same contradictory way with them. I just can't explain that with anything else but "something's going on".

As a background info: I started my Smosh journey with videos from 2022 and 2023, and initially, knew nothing about the Shourtney shipping that happened in late 2010s. Despite this (or because of it?) I sensed something between them and was not surprised to hear that they might be more than just coworkers. However, I def understand why shippers got a bad rep in Defy era because I can not sense the same chemistry between them in older videos and would have needed a fair amount of delulu to convince myself that they are together. Nowadays, it's the other way around: you need to make a lot of mental acrobics to explain why they are most probably just friends.

Btw, sorry for a long, not-so-cohesive ramble on this. I'm writing this in a sleepy mode, and am not sure myself what is the red thread of this anymore. :D

I am speechless while reading this. What do you mean by 'not cohesive'? This is a well-structured narrative. 🤯🤯

I agree that between 2019 and 2021, Shourtney appeared different, especially during their Twitch streams since they were unedited, unlike now, where they can easily censor or edit some of their moments.

Regarding their chemistry, from 2015 to 2018, it was just full-blown flirting as friends. (I don't know if I'm just being delusional), but something changed in 2019.🙉🙈

[semi-sketchy]

Alright, since I'm at that episode, I'm gonna elaborate on my actual problem with Dark Sonic:

To be honest, I don't think there's anything really wrong with Sonic during the episode. He's angry his friends have been hurt by a villain, so he harnesses the power of the fake Emeralds (which he has a physical negative reaction to) and smashes said villain's testing robots to pieces.

I never really considered this a problem. Sonic can get angry, be antagonized, the SA2 Shadow fight in Green Forest springs to mind.

Plus, Secret Rings has Darkspine Sonic, which is about as close to Dark Sonic as it gets. Sharha just died, trading her life for his, he absorbs the Rage, Sadness and Hatred Rings and transforms.

Even after he leaves the transformation, he still seems pretty pissed at Erazor Djinn, with killing Sharha at the top of the list.

So, yeah. It's not 1:1 and I'm not claiming these are the same, X is obviously more exaggerated, but I don't really have a problem with the concept. We can talk about how Eggman comes in, tells Sonic he needs to be better and not let his emotions overwhelm him, but frankly I think that's more of an X!Eggman issue than the transformation itself.

No, my real problem is, and always has been, how the fandom interpreted it. That's it. I've read so many fics, seen so many posts about Sonic just "turning dark" when angry, as if any transformations have ever been purely emotion without an external power-source. (Super requires the Chaos Emeralds, Hyper the Super Emeralds, Darkspine was 3 of the World Rings, Werehog was Dark Gaia energy, Excalibur Sonic was the sacred swords, Wisp transformations needed the Wisps, Super Sonic 2 was Chaos Emeralds + Cyber energy....you get it.)

The way I've always saw it, is yes, Sonic is upset, but he also is being affected by the fake Emeralds.

This is the Discotek translation, I don't know enough Japanese to say how accurate it is, all I know know is "warui" means bad/sick depending on the sentence. An older translation (and the English dub) points to him feeling physically sick around them.

Far as I can tell, he's already reacting bad to these Emeralds on top of being antagonized, so he uses power that's at his disposal does what the villain wants: fuck up his shit.

If the fake Emeralds didn't exist, this transformation wouldn't have happened. Additionally, since X ended and the only fake Emerald in the games was blown up in SA2, it can't happen again. (Unless you write scenario where someone makes fake Emeralds, but that requires writing for the form instead of just slapping it in à la characters in IDW.)

Perhaps I'm being too hard on a lot of kids that never really interacted with the source material and just wanted to write Sonic fanfics. I've read so many that made it quite obvious that the author didn't know anything about Sonic besides he's fast and I'm not really out here trying to say Sonic shouldn't inspire people to create. Never said I hated reading those fics, I got a good deal of entertainment out of them. It's simply this misconception has stretched so far, it's like the original context has been entirely erased.

And that's the part of Dark Sonic that bothers me.

I've seen plenty of arguments for why the transformation was a poor choice and I don't entirely disagree with them. For me, I could take it or leave it. It was a one-off short transformation in an anime where Sonic pretends to be Star Trek for a season, it just exists to me.

Although, it's been awhile since I last saw discussion of Dark Sonic, as a whole it seemed to be a bigger thing in the early 2010s. Possibly because now we have more recent Sonic shows and movies, it's not just X being the latest thing anymore. I certainly don't read fics like I used to, so I'd be surprised if it is still as heavily used as it used to be. Maybe if I get some time, I'll look up some fics and find out.

[astraea802]

Merlin "Rewatch" w/ Mom -- 5x10

("Rewatch" here meaning "Mostly first time watch, but with the knowledge of what happens.)

First of all: WHAT THE HECK WAS UP WITH THAT HORRIFIC FACE DISFIGUREMENT THING AT THE END?? I've never seen ANYONE discuss how messed up that is, and they SHOULD. I know this aired in the same time slot as Doctor Who, but Mom and I were NOT prepared.

Second of all: Uggghhhh

We're coming into the final three episodes.

Mom doesn't want to know what's coming, but knows it won't end well. She suspects Arthur's going to die (but we all know it's the execution that's the real kicker).

I will say, I was surprised Season 5 has actually had a lot of nice moments I never knew. It's a little moodier than I'd like, and Merlin as a character makes me sad, but there's still some nice comedy and character moments. Like Arthur saving that woman from being burned at the stake, that was so good! (Maybe it's easier for me to appreciate certain scenes knowing what's going to happen? I'm not as tense?)

(It also helps I sat out The Disir and The Dark Tower since I was walking the dog. I don't know I could have bore either without spoiling the finale out of pure frustration)

Mom's been just absorbing it all. She's had a lot of questions, like:

Mom: Why did Aithusa join Morgana? Me: We don't know. They never told us. 😒

Mom: (after The Dark Tower) How did Gwen turn evil? Me: Magic. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Mom: Oh, for gods sake! 🤦‍♀️

Mom: When do they find out about that bracelet Morgana gave Gwen to make her love Lancelot? Me: They don't. 😤 Mom: ...Are you kidding??

The deaths have been a little tougher this season, especially Elyan's. She liked the Dolma, but rolled her eyes a bit at Merlin trying to "act like a woman" instead of just getting on with curing Gwen. And she was NOT happy with Uther's ghost (who was??) or Gaius telling on Merlin and endangering Finna.

But god... watching Merlin's struggles, I just keep thinking, what was the point of it all?

There's so much back and forth the whole season, the whole series really, about destiny and duty and following your heart, and I just... what's the moral here? Follow destiny and get screwed? Follow your heart and still get screwed? It's good to know prophecies and Merlin just didn't know how to handle it? It's bad to know prophecies because you cause them to happen? If that was the case, why did Finna die to pass that last prophecy on? Also, you deserve to die, even when you haven't done anything wrong, because a prophecy says you will? You have choice? You never had one? Some will say the point is "the friends we made along the way", or there doesn't need to be a moral, but there's just no consistency, except whatever keeps the drama going.

It doesn't help that, except for the Camlann prophecy, we never actually hear any of the other prophecies everyone talks about. So we never know for sure if the problem was a misinterpretation of the prophecies in terms of what the Golden Age looked like, or if Merlin failed because of his choices, or if he was ALWAYS going to fail no matter what he did, or if he even failed at all! Because the dragon tells him he didn't in the end, but it doesn't make much sense.

Did the writers even know? They have admitted in interviews they were working nonstop on the show for five years, at grueling pace, so I forgive them for being fuzzy, but it seems like the show's moral code and prophecy lore really depended on who was writing the episode that week.

What I've always loved about Harry Potter is that while prophecies exist, the power of choice is emphasized. Prophecies can be, and often are, misinterpreted. Not every prophecy in the Department of Mysteries was ever fulfilled, so destiny is not the be-all end-all. It's made very clear that it's whether you act on prophecies or not that matters. The characters' beliefs and convictions still matter. It's consistent, it's clean, and it leaves the characters' agency.

In Merlin... you can interpret it a million different ways and still be wrong. And maybe part of the issue is that while Harry agrees to be the Chosen One since he already wanted Voldemort dead, Merlin's heart and destiny are so often divided. And that's what makes it so darn frustrating. And why I believe they gave Merlin too much of a burden for one person. No "almost" about it.

(We'll see if I revisit this after the finale)

[cantquitu]

"Such as Liam talking about his struggles with alcohol, Louis talking about how he found it difficult to come to terms with his role in the band, Harry talking about his anxiety around the risk of him messing things up or doing the wrong thing, and everyone knowing so much about him."

What's your take on Louis also saying that he was blindsided by the band ending? I have to admit that when I became a Harry fan and learned about 1D, I immediately thought the hiatus line was for the fans, and that they'd split, but wanted to allow space for a possible reunion rather than toxic gossip.

But even if they were honestly just going on a break, that's a lot of discussion for 4 or 5 people to have, in their various combinations. Louis seemed to be across the management side of things at the time, as well. Didn't they close the 1D-related companies down within the year? There would have been meetings about that, as they were all directors. Do you think he was having a hard time accepting what Harry and maybe others were saying? Or do you think he's a bit disingenuous about it all?

I absolutely think the hiatus line was for the fans. 100%. I have no doubt that they all discussed and agreed with their management and label what their strategy and script would be.

They needed an approach that would help manage the fandom's response. Any British person working with them would have been aware of the response to Take That ending, and 1D and their team also had the very fresh knowledge of how the fans responded to Zayn leaving. I believe they felt a certain duty of care to their fans and felt that officially splitting up would have been too much for them to take, and it was better to leave the door open to a reunion.

Also, more cynically, it allowed the label to exploit the final tour dates and album sales before they departed, and preserve the 'we're brothers' image that was so important to the fans.

I find it baffling that adult fans of 1D don't get this. Yes, 1D lied about being back in 18 months. I'm the first person to usually say "believe what they actually say, not the fantasy/conspiracy you've made up in your head", but I do think this is a completely different set of circumstances. This was PR 101. It's a white lie, a lie to soften the blow, a lie that any grown-up can see a mile away. No-one outside the 1D fandom believed that band were going on hiatus. No-one! Any fan who believed it was either a) too young to know better (which is why 1D did it), or b) willfully fooling themselves.

As for Louis, I don't think he was being disingenuous when he talked about 1D once they'd ended. I think fans just interpret what he says with their own biases to the fore. Nothing that Louis has ever said post-Dec 2015 made me think he believed the band was coming back after 18 months or that they genuinely were on a hiatus.

Louis talked about being surprised and bitter that the band was ending. He has spoken really frankly about how difficult those discussions about 1D's future were. So yes, I think he was finding it difficult to accept what Harry and others were saying during those conversations in that last year of 1D. He literally said so!

“It was an uncomfortable time more than anything. We’ve always had a level of respect for each other in these meetings and we always said that 100 per cent honesty and openness is so important if you’re going to get on as a band.

It made those situations a little bit difficult because I felt like I really was building up confidence in myself and in my place within the band and as a songwriter in the band.

“I could feel that potentially it was going to be a break. What was difficult was trying to understand how long that might be. So that process was kind of a little uncomfortable.

“You’re asking guys who have grown up being best friends to make selfish decisions, which they should do, based on themselves.

But it doesn’t change the fact that it was difficult for me to accept at first.”

This all happened before 1D ended. A fact that most of Louis' fans chose to ignore. By the night of 1D's last performance, Louis was saying (in footage from that night that he released in his documentary):

"As far as I'm concerned there's no guarantee and there's no security, nobody knows what's coming after this. Anything could come next - absolutely anything! It's like starting again to be honest, for me. I'll just take it as it comes, I suppose"

Does that sound like someone who's saying, "We'll definitely be back in 18 months?" No! He has explicitly said that he found the "not knowing" difficult to accept. Some of his fans have twisted that into "He didn't know 1D had ended! He was duped!". Like, how dumb do you think the guy is?? Give him some credit, of course he knew 1D was ending!!! THEY WERE OUT OF CONTRACT! They did not re-sign. That was a decision made long before their final show.

Louis struggling to accept it does not equal Louis being kept in the dark. He wanted certainty, he wanted answers, he wanted to know what his future was going to look like. That's not something anyone could give him, he had to figure that out for himself. Louis knows that, he's spoken about it publicly a thousand times. It drives me nuts that people ignore him!

I could go on about this forever so I'll leave it here :)

[another-clive-blog]

au where clive runs for prime minister just to try one-upping b*ll h*wks

Anon, I want you to know this may be my favorite ask so far. The AU itself is amazing, but the censoring Bill Hawks' name ? Priceless. I feel like Socrates himself has come to enlighten me with incomparable wiseness-

Alright so sketches and writing under the cut ! =) No trigger warnings for this one. I had fun, I'd love to do more about this AU whenever I get the time !!

When you didn't think things through 😔 Which leads us to the fanfic-

"Professor, look !!"

Hershel Layton put down his cup of tea, anticipating the moment his apprentice would shove his newspaper in his face. With a patient smile, he took the paper in his hands and let Luke point out what piece of news had caused such excitement.

"'Clive Dove as the new prime minister' ?" Layton read out loud.

The article was front page and there was more about it in the following pages : it only made sense, with the agitation this news had caused. Bill Hawks had been prime minister before, and was the favorite candidate for this next mandate : him losing was quite surprising- quite surprising indeed.

"He doesn't look too happy," Luke said, tiptoeing to see over the professor's arm.

Layton looked at the picture in the middle of the page. On it, a shockingly young man was visibly upset, turned away from the journalists : he seemed to be yelling at someone on the side, cut off from the photo. "That is one way to put it." Layton hummed, his eyes staring at the young man a moment longer, before going to read the actual article.

"I'd be happy, I think, if I had just won the elections," Luke mused out loud. He couldn't even imagine it happening, actually : running for Prime Minister was so much work on its own !! Always giving speeches, moving around, discussing boring things- oh, and it must cost so much money too !! It must be so difficult just being a candidate.

Yeah, he'd probably be happy if he won after all that. This Dove guy was just weird.

"Say, Professor, don't you think he looks like me ? Maybe this is a sign I'll be Prime Minister some day !"

The professor didn't answer, focused solely on the paper in his hands.

-_-_-_-

"I am not doing it," Clive Dove said firmly. "I am not running this country. I quit."

John, his new personal assistant, a guy here just to listen to his every word and give him the attention Bill Hawks was desperate to get, protested loudly. "No offence Sir, but you have been prime minister for 47 minutes. The people want you as head of the country and you therefore deserve this post, especially after all the hard work and money you invested to get it."

"I don't care about the money or the people," Clive snapped. "I don't actually want this stupid job."

John was quiet for a moment, and Clive hated how unsurprised he looked. He didn't even seem disappointed or concerned, simply... irritated. It made sense for a government official : they only ever cared about things going smoothly, not making any disruptions, following the protocol.

Too bad, because Clive only cared about making their lives as difficult as they had made his.

"Well," John finally sighed, "you can always resign if you really wish to."

"Great." The faster he got out of this agonizing office, the better it would be. Clive took his coat in one hand, pushing the chair back with the other. He had no time to waste, because he was supposed to give his first speech as the new Prime Minister in about fifteen minutes.

He therefore only had fifteen minutes to leave this pathetic building and get as far away from this despicable life as possible.

Clive had his hand on the door handle when John spoke up again. "If you go through with your resignation, you'll need to sign the official declaration first."

Clive let out an exasperated sigh. Why were there declarations for everything ? Would he need a declaration to slam the door on his way out ?! "I'm leaving, what more is there to say ?!"

John was still facing the office, rearranging the files Clive had left behind : he seemed oddly calm for someone who'd have to announce both the nomination and resignation of the new prime minister. "Plenty, actually. But the more important part, the one we should focus on, is naming your successor."

Clive scoffed. "Why do I have a say in this ?"

"You don't," John simply answered. "But you'll have to confirm your official resignation, therefore leaving this post to the next best candidate. I believe Bill Hawks was the people's second choice."

Clive froze. That scum would actually get the job ? After everything he had done to keep him from it ?

Clive didn't want to rule the country- he had only run for the job to keep Bill Hawks from getting it. And he had succeeded ! But quitting now would give Hawks both the job and the pride to come out on top.

He couldn't do that. He didn't want to run the country, wasn't fit for it. He had no idea how to do it and he didn't want to learn. He hated this government, never cared about its people.

John was still rearranging the papers on the office, a peaceful smile on his face. He knew he had won, because winning was all that these miserable people cared about.

Well, Clive wouldn't let any of them win- not as long as he was head of this country. "Come on," he said, putting his coat on. "I have a speech to give."

[lieslab]

so......how are u feeling about the us election results?

You know, I don't really get political on Tumblr because I like to save it for Twitter. Twitter is based upon my actual personality whereas Tumblr, Wattpad, and Ao3 are just based upon my fanfic writing. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't incredibly disappointed.

I don't think I've posted it here on Tumblr or anywhere else besides Twitter, but I recently realized I'm a lesbian. Surprise. That's another conversation for another time. We can discuss that later.

That being said, my page and my stories will always be a safe space. Racism, sexism, homophobia, and ableism will never be tolerated on my page. Quite frankly, if that's a category that you fall until, you can unfollow me.

I hate the results of the election. I hate the things that man says. I hate the hatred that it's fired up in America. I hate the things that are happening in certain states. Honestly, I truly have considered leaving.

Our history is awful, we've done terrible and unforgivable things. People can't hear apologies beneath six feet of dirt. You can't clear the soaked blood from soil. We're a county built upon horrors and we've treated people horrendously.

Despite that, I like to think that there are some things that make America beautiful. For example, the way we celebrate holidays. We're a blend of different cultures. Every state seems to do things a bit differently. There are so many wonderful people here. I try to focus on the positives rather than the negatives. Focusing too much on all the bad can make a person lose their mind.

To hear someone so powerful and in a leadership position to badmouth people because of their gender, because of their sexuality, because of their religion, because of their beliefs, it's disgusting. It goes against everything America should ever be. It's horrifying, just some of the things we've seen since his name was uttered as the winner.

This page will always be a safe space. You can always come find a story if you're worried or struggling. My inbox is always open. I will not let the hatred of people change me just because they think I should mend myself and fit their mold. I will not shut the fuck up about my morals and principals just to please another.

I am me and I always will be. You are you and you always will be too. Despite the hatred, there will always be people out there full of love and with hope. There will always be people out there who fight against the darkness. There will always be people who care about you, even if you don't personally know them.

Being alive is scary as fuck. Hell, living sometimes feels like torture, but it happens. That's why we have dreams and hope. It's why we yearn for love and affection. I think we should all try to be better people and more understanding. However, if you have to put people down in order to get your point across, I think you should fuck off.

Kindness should always have boundaries. There is such a thing as being too kind. Trust me, I know. Sometimes, we can't change things and we can't change people. Sometimes, the best thing to do in certain situations is to simply walk away.

[woodenfawn]

Thoughts on Rem and Ram <3

One of the first ever hints we get to how different they actually are is their little twin-talk routine. Along with the discussion of their "competency" as maids, and the Red Oni/Blue Oni story. And I think it's a really cool little detail!

Rem always speaks first. "Nee-sama, Nee-sama," referencing Ram as Nee-sama is a title that implies respect above everything else. Of course you can tell they love each other so very much but Rem is emphasizing how her older sister is the "superior one", which, I'm pretty sure, is why Subaru says that Ram gets special treatment. It is also interesting, though, that Rem is the one who speaks first in the routine- despite being the more insecure of the two. Ram is definitely more confident in her ability to mess with people and make rude comments, so why does Rem go first?

When Ram speaks, she simply calls Rem by her name, instead of Onee-chan or Nee-chan, and I'm curious about it. You'd think they'd have matching titles for each other, the Nee-sama and Nee-chan or something, but no, they very specifically do not. Even in a conversation pattern where they're playing into the "identical twin dynamic". I wonder if Ram is using this to remind Rem that she's her own person? Like, of course Ram loves her sister- and it's not a sign of disrespect. But she seems to have chosen to address her by name rather than by their relationship, and given how much she wants Rem to be remembered and loved by others, it might be a way to make sure they remember her as an individual. Interesting, given what happens to Rem.

I do think that this was Ram's indirect way of pushing Rem to be more confident in herself. She's always been able to tell how insecure she was, but I don't think she ever knew what to do about it, because the source of their problems came from the circumstances of their birth. Given how may years it'd been from the burning of their clan to arc 2, it surprised me a little to hear that Rem had held onto her inferiority complex and guilt for that long, when Ram cared about her wellbeing so much. I think if they'd had enough long talks about it, it could have healed (at least mostly) over time. I think it leaves the idea that either Ram was unsure of how to address it, or Rem refused to talk about it at all. Probably both.

I do also have my "Rem has OCD/OCD traits" theory because of how she. You know. Decides she needs to spend the entire rest of her life filling Ram's shoes and protecting her to atone for *one thought* she had in an extremely traumatic event. There's also the whole business with her being attached to the idea of living/dying for people she cares about as her ultimate proof of love, and her excessive willingness to hurt or kill *potential* threats to Keep Her People Safe. That's not to equate any disorder to a potential to hurt others! The world of Re:Zero frowns on murder in many cases, but it is far more willing to accept it as a response to threats- it can easily be forgiven with a good justification. The reason I bring this up is because Rem is very willing to act on her own to use Extreme Measures because she is *so certain she's right, and she HAS to do this to ease burdens on her loved ones.

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For these reasons, I find it very interesting that Rem was brought back into the story without her memory. We get to see a more unfiltered version of her. She still feels guilt extremely easily and holds onto certain ideas with a little too much strength, but she doesn't put up acts for people and she hasn't Attached Herself to someone. With no memory of Ram or Subaru, she has learned to think for herself and be more independent. It's mentioned that her personality is more similar to Ram's than it seemed to be before. I know many people are annoyed with how she's lost her memories because they want Their Rem back, but I honestly think this is a really interesting and worthwhile study of her character. I almost wonder if she actually would be happier if she never got her name and memories back, if she could live without her traumas, even if she is fully aware that she's missing a large part of herself.

Personally, I want to see her grow as she is, and develop her relationships and mindset and way of life from here, and *then* face her memories again. Her learning to love herself and have self worth and then facing the her that couldn't... that would be really cool, I think. I want to see her and Ram develop a new sisterly relationship and I want to see how it compares and contrasts with the one they had before. I love their dynamic, and I love how Tappei Nagatsuki is treating the reunion of the sisters. I am very interested, too, to see how things play out with Spica, given this is the closest kind of Capital P Protectiveness we've seen from her, in a similar way to how she cared for Ram and Subaru pre-gluttony.

She's definitely got a strong theme of Memory and Sleep as concepts, and I've been wondering if her name was intentional. Along with Ram being the hornless oni. Ram.

The fact that Ram may have spent this long trying to make sure everybody remembered Rem's name, just for her to be forgotten by *everybody*... man .

[archiesweirdparody]

For the ask game:

10, 12, 13 for Venture Bros (iirc this is a fandom you like i'm sorry if wrong!) AND/OR 17, 19, 21 Catch 22 :] i know it's a lot so do however much you feel like!!

YES you're right I love vbros :-)!! Also I did both sets of questions so the post is long so everything is under the cut

Vbros:

10 - Shipping dean and triana really really irks me lol. I mean to an extent I get why people think they're cute but it defeats the whole point of their canon relationship and the narrative around it I think... dean liking triana and his little outburst in operation prom is to show how immature he is/was. Triana literally calls him out on it in the scene I mentioned... that's the whole point of their dynamic and dean's feelings for triana. And I'm not against them reconciling or anything I love them as friends but their dynamic changes in a way I don't like when they're in a relationship and it pushes canon aside for no reason I think 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ idk

12 - I REALLY LOVE DR Z HES ACTUALLY AWESOME and I don't have a specific reason to even like him I just think he's so funny... seriously one of my fav side (?) characters. That aside I also like his relationship with action johnny, and action johnny in general is pretty cool but I see him talked about more than dr z which is why he wasn't my character of choice for this. Dr z and dr girlfriend are so funny together too they should queen out

Also SIRENA... I think people are a little afraid to talk about her because of. you know. but I just love her so much and I wish there was more discussion about her. There's so many ways you can explore her character and i feel like people don't do that enough but maybe that's just me idk... I'm glad I haven't come across many people who vehemently hate her as I thought though lol I think that's mostly old guys who like the show who I. don't really talk to

13 - I don't think this happens TOO badly with vbros (thankfully) but I'm gonna say phantom limb just bc I hate him despite a lot of people liking him. I'm not really trying to be special or anything people just make him seem way less annoying and misogynistic than he is which irks me but if you like any male vbros character that's kinda like throwing stones in glass houses. So I can't let it bother me as much as it normally would lol

Catch-22

17 - I'm biased here bc I just enjoy media about women more but I wish there was more genderswapped stuff. And not just normal basic genderswapping I mean like in an interesting way that explores how the characters being women especially at the time of the book would affect them differently. You do this well though I just wish there was more of it from the fandom as a whole 🫡🫡 our strongest soldier...

(edit) Thinking about this more, in general I wish there were more aus. I love making aus so that might be a me thing as well but idk. put those guys in situations

19 - Nothing pretty much but if I had to pick something it would probably be any ship from the book (except maybe yossarplain bc that's like. Idk look at them) LOL it's not really something you go into expecting to ship any of the characters. But I enjoy it so I wouldn't say I'm ashamed of it or anything it just surprised me I guess??

21 - I'm stretching this question a little to provide an actual answer but whatever. THE MINISERIES I FUCKING HATE THE MINISERIES SO MUCH every time I see someone recommend it to someone else wanting to get into c22 an angel dies. Yeah the movie isn't the best adaptation of the book ever (and if you wanna get into c22 just read the book) but jesus christ it's so much better than the miniseries. Its just so ass seeing anything positive about it drives me insane because it's NOT GOOD!!!!!!!!!!