#idk how many chances she's gonna get in this life and she's still playing stupid games with my fkn emotions and banking stupid ass prizes

[deosilplanarglitches]

Reason #345734 why I don't tell my mom shit.

Her pain and suffering is the only kind she cares about, and she'll play stupid games with me like ghost me for 3+ weeks after a minor surgery, just to make sure I'm worried enough about her life to check, so she "has permission" to start in with the talking my ear off about her problems without boundaries or preamble. She won't know shit about my issues til after they're over (if she hears about them at all) bc she never asks a damn thing about my life, and literally only ever leaves room for herself and her feelings in any equation literally ever and then peaces tf out like. Bitch I'm permanently disabled and in a degenerative spiral that's gonna last my whole fkn life, and you're still bitching about yourself? Wanting me to cater to your emotions when you haven't even spared a CRUMB of consideration in return?

FUck all the way off.

Should have known that if she had died or sth bad happened, I'd have heard something right away. After 30+ yrs of her pulling the "yeah my kid tried to kill themself for the 7th time, but have you asked ME how hard it is to raise them doing the nothing I have been, bc I still don't know them as a person at all or even try to? Where's the compassion?!" shit... you'd think I would know better, but my compassion gets me fucked over YET AGAIN.

If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty.

Back to no contact.

Let the bitch suffocate if she can't self soothe.

[d4t-webserial]

D4T: Page 7 (Lu POV)

//cw: ableist slur and depiction of internalized ableism// go here for more info on d4t

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After telling her about his detransition she proceeded to ask a handful of follow up questions (they were pretty incoherent, and he honestly didn’t know enough..), he did his best to answer them until she just told him “srry for so mny questions idk if u can rlly give me what i wnt…for answers i mean! i think i  jst need some time to thnk” (so there’s still, a chance they stay friends, hahaha,,, he’s dying ;-;).

But actually tho what the fuck just happened? Lu was so confused… did Alice just ask him out, or ask him to ask her out… why? He’s so… subpar, how long had she liked him??? Her little brother always called him her “boyfriend” to tease her, but he thought the joke was cause of how… mediocre he was. He knew she would say stupid things to make him flustered but, but wasn’t that to get a reaction out of him (plus she teased all her friends). She always did sit close to him when they hung out (but like she’s a girl, girls hug and cuddle and hold each other's hands all the time… right?). Wasn’t there that guy she liked??? Was she playing a prank on him?... no she would say that’s cringe and lame probably… so she likes him. He still can’t begin to process that but, luckily he won’t have too! Since she now knows about how absolutely disgusting his body is she’ll stop having feelings real quick (yay problem solved ;~;)... this sucks, if she had just never liked him it wouldn’t have hurt this much, was she gonna grow cold… like… nvm, he didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to think at all actually… she was his only friend (unless you counted his roommate Tanner… he seems nice… they rarely talked tho.) why did he have to like her so much, why did she have to like him back! If she was just not interested he could repress and hide away his feelings as tho they didn’t exist, but instead she ripped his heart out of his chest and now that she knew… she would throw it away. In this moment he wished more than anything he could be a feather floating thru the wind not needing to feel emotions or have thoughts, just going where the universe takes him.

Alice was somewhat more distant than before, but Lu was surprised how much she kept in contact. They didn’t really talk about what happened, which was comforting. He didn’t need to worry about what to say or do to keep her in his life, it was as tho they had an unspoken agreement to not acknowledge it. One day she asks to hangout at his, it was just after a big test so his roommate was out at a party…

trashbag_minister (Lu): “sure thing”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “yay!”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “when wll u get here btw”

trashbag_minister (Lu): “around 20 minutes”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “❤️❤️❤️❤️”

.

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She just sent him hearts, he thinks his brain is about to explode… did she used to send hearts?... he thinks so… maybe, but like it had to mean someth- no… no no no. He wasn’t going to do this, he was going to be normal. She’s his friend.

When he picked her up she waved to him and got in, the car ride was quiet, but that was normal (he was so bad at talking and driving). But when they got out she was a bit quieter than usual, she barely said a word until they got to his dorm. When they did she hesitantly started talking about her life as they often did, but it felt strange, like she was padding for time. After a couple of minutes of this he asked…

Lu: “Is there something you wanna talk about?”

Alice: “...”

she seems more nervous than he’s ever seen her

Alice: “yeah…”

(oh god, dear god, please let it be no big deal)

she is fiddling with the seam of her shirt ever so slightly

Alice: “I don't super know what your detransition means to you…”

Alice: “... i mean, i tried to learn, but there aren’t many… resources or anything”

Alice: “anyway i don’t know what it means, but i still like *you*”

he lets out a deep breath 

(thank jesus)

Lu: “Cool…”

Alice: “...”

Alice: “Do you… like me too?”

(shit)

Lu: “Oh… you meant like *like like*.”

Alice glares at him like he just said the stupidest thing in the world

Alice: “Yeah no fucking duh, also who says ‘like like’ past the age of ten”

Lu: “i don’t umm…”

Alice pulls back and once again becomes more timid

Alice: “Do you not? It’s okay if you don’t i… just thought you did…”

Lu: “No i d-do- i do, i just…”

Alice both looks affirmed and confused

Lu: “You shouldn’t,,n’t l-like me.”

Alice: “Why???”

Lu: “Be-be-be-cau-cause you can do better-ter…”

Alice: “That’s retarded!”

Lu: “L-Lys! You can’t sssay that!”

Alice: “Jesus fucking christ Lu, i… i just *fucking confessed to you*, and you respond with the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard, i can respond however the fuck i god damn want!”

Lu: “go-ju-Alice! I- it’s- god like you- you- you could- could have any s-s-ssself respecting man you want, you sh-shouldn’t se–se-set-t-tle for… *me*”

Alice: “I’m not settling, i *like* you, you’re smart and caring and sweet, why wouldn’t i like you.”

Lu: “Why *w-would* you! I’m a fu-fu-fu shit fuck god damn it! I’m a- I’m a fucking pathetic little shit preten-pretending to be a man, i-i-i can b-b-b-barely even s-sb-sp-speak, i…"

she rests a hand on him and looks in his eyes, he didn’t realize he was crying

Alice: “Are you okay?”

Lu: “...ye i just, it’s nothing, my brain is stupid sometimes”

Alice: “That's okay, i’m sorry for getting you worked up."

she smiles up at him

Alice: “I’m just… if you like me and i like you there isn’t any real reason not to date right?”

Lu: “But it’s more,, complicated than that-t”

Alice’s jaw clenches for a second but she takes a somewhat forced breath to relax

Alice: “Why? Why does it have to be?”

Lu: “Because of all the s–st-stuff i said.”

Alice: “But i don’t care about any of that.”

he pulls away from her

Lu: “I don’t even have a f-f-d-di-dick Alice… how would that- how would that even work”

she looks somewhat surprised at that, but responds quickly anyways

Alice: “Tons of people make that work.”

Lu: “But you shouldn’t- you shoulnt have too, your boy-boyfriend should be a real man not a tr-tr-trans girl in denial”

Alice: “You could be my girlfriend then, we don’t hav-”

Lu: “I don’t want to be your girlfriend!”

Alice: “...”

she looks down at her lap where her hands are gripping hard into her pants

Alice: “ok”

they sit like that awkwardly, tensely until…

Alice: “I want to go home”

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Lu: “ok… can i go to the bathroom first”

Alice: “of course”

Lu walks into the bathroom, and sits on the floor. What was he doing? She was like the girl of his dreams, and more importantly, his best friend. Was he really gonna throw that all away because of… fuck, he entirely forgot what his point was. He was so scared. For almost a year now, ever since he detransitioned he just… accepted he would never be in a relationship again. But then Alice came in with her unending confidence and had the gall to just… like him, as he is… she didn’t care, not about his body, not about his brain, not about anything… god damn it. He walks out of the bathroom and sits next to Alice, when he approaches she seems to wipe something from her face…

Lu: “What’s wrong?”

(why did he say that jesus christ)

she looks at him like he asked her if she preferred drinking water or vegetable oil

Alice: “...nothing”

Lu: “mhm?”

she looks at the floor

before she could ask him to take her home he put his arm around her

she rests her head on his shoulder

(good sign… here goes nothing)

Lu: “You don’t have to say you’re fine.”

she looks up at him

Alice: “*I am fine*”

(she very obviously isn’t)

Lu spends some time trying to find the right words

(god damn it he is so bad at this)

he holds her cheek

Lu: “Look as your boyfriend, you should- you should tell me when you aren’t ok.”

Alice: “You’re my boyfriend?”

Lu: “I mean, even if i think you have bad taste, who would i be to deny the most b-b-gorgeous woman i-i’ve ever laid eyes on”

(that was the cringiest thing he’s ever said)

but she’s blushing very hard

Alice: “... i… you think i…”

she attempts to compose herself

Alice: “I don’t have bad taste, you’re very…”

Lu: “The point is you should tell me why you feel bad.”

she rolls her eyes but smiles

Alice: “I actually feel alot better now.”

(now Lu wasn’t so autistic that he didn’t *know* it was because of him before, but man did it feel good to hear her pretty much say she felt *better* because of him)

riding that high he kisses her once softly on the lips

Lu: “I hope that means you don’t have to go home right now, cause i,, i really wanna,, be with you a bit longer”

she responds by grabbing onto his shirt and nuzzling further into him

Lu can’t stop the massive smile on his face, as he hugs her tight. Nor does he want to, as he thinks about how lucky he is to be here.

[kairithemang0]

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ok i've been looking for a reason to talk about this for a while and im just gonna go off the rails here

i recently started watching Colin LooksBack's disney villain retrospectives and I'm so damn obsessed with them. I've mentioned this before, I'm a disney fan through and through. No matter how much I painfully despise so many of their recent movies, nostalgia and the hope of finding something as good as their classics keeps me coming back, as disappointed as I am with their recent features from all sides of the company

I'm especially a disney history fan, I love learning about the first few decades of this company for some reason, their movies from that time aren't even my favorites but just all the old concept art and ideas from the imagineers is so cool to me. Mary Blair's work specifically, her art for Cinderella is stunning.

Disney villains specifically have just always been amazing to me. I was obsessed with Ursula as a kid, I thought she was the coolest freaking character. I love her design, her voice is amazing, I adored her then and I still do.

If we're talking about disney content creators though? Avelo (formerly known as Dreamsounds) has my heart and soul. Her videos are everything to me, they got me through covid. I was so sad when she left when she was getting her bottom surgery, worried she'd never return. I audibly gasped when I saw her return video show up on my recommended because I love her videos that much, and still do, even if it's not as disney focused.

I dunno, I think my disney obsession and Kingdom Hearts obsession go hand in hand (hah, that's a kingdom hearts song). I mean KH and disney are tied together by nature, but I got into KH for the disney. I found my moms old kh1 copy a while ago and I wished I could have the chance to play it on the ps2 (which we sadly don't have anymore). I haven't ever finished kh1, the controls are too clunky and I hate that stupid fucking camera. Even still, it's a game that matters to me a lot. KH2 does more for me in the end though, I reset the game so often just to play through Roxas's section in twilight town. it's nostalgic, not even just for playing kh but it's the type of fun me and my friends would have during our summer vacation. seeing roxas's life fall apart is scary because in some way i relate, the friendship he had with hayner, pence, and olette in the data twilight town wasnt real, and neither were my friendships with those people.

back to more regular disney, i fucking love the disney parks. honestly im so nostalgic for fastpass, i miss needing to go up to those little stands and put it on some card. i hate genie+ and lightning lane because it feels much less personal, so do the disney parks in general for me now. maybe it's because i'm getting older, i wouldnt be surprised if that was the case. even still, i love going. i mean cinderellas castle is my damn wallpaper (godddd i love that wallpaper so much....) and there are multiple of these "disney parks music" videos that i will actively use to fall asleep because idk nostalgia is a bitch. the boardwalk one is a personal favorite of mine, something about it just hits for me. me and my family went right after covid started to slow down, the boardwalk was having a soft opening and we got in for cheap. we got this amazing room overlooking the boardwalk itself, and for lack of a better word the vibes were incredible. like... WOW. we drove down, it sucked because it was exhausting and i cant be in small spaces like that for too long, but in the end it could've been worse. i had given myself this challenge to watch all the disney movies before going, i finished encanto on that drive. it's what got me back into so many of them, treasure planet specifically. it feels like every year ill just find myself obsessing over one specific disney movie around this time, last year it was tp and the tinkerbell movies. this year id say it's alice in wonderland, which ive had an obsession with for years. it's just a plotless fun movie with memorable characters that mean something to me. i dunno, im a sucker for anything nostalgic, twisted is my favorite starkid show for a reason, and i don't just love kh for it's crazy plot and characters (although that's most of it)

sorry this is REALLYYY long.....

[lethargical-lily]

omg i saw the Hua Cheng!Mc post and i know i have to ask— 1st years +dorm leaders with Wei Wuxian!Mc? (if it's too many characters you can just do dorm leaders, i love my demonic chaos gremlin and your writing is just *chef's kiss*)

Dorm Leaders + First Years x Wei Wuxian!Yuu

Fair warning, I’ve never read any of the stuff he’s in even though I really want to😭 Therefore I will be using the WIKI so if I get anything wrong please excuse me

If you took a shot everytime Wei teases someone you’d go blackout

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

They wouldn’t get along immediately

Wei is not one to follow rules, you can probably take a guess as to why that’s a deal breaker for Riddle

It doesn’t mean Wei won’t tease him though

Probably worse than Floyd tbh

He respects Riddle’s strive for “justice” (mainly just staying in line) but he thinks it’s going the wrong direction

He punishes those who care for him just because he follows noticeably idiotic rules which aren’t in place for protection or justice, but are in place due to personal interest

Long way to say Wei doesn’t like them

He’s the first one who races to help Riddle during his overblot though

He believes despite everything Riddle shouldn’t be the one who’s punished because of his past

This is literally canon to the writer therefore it’s canon to me

Any time Riddle is about to do the Off With Your Head thing and Wei feels like said person doesn’t deserve it, he’ll intentionally be the one to get hit instead

Then Riddle and Wei start scolding each other which turns into a yelling match

But truly Riddle just doesn’t want him to be so self-sacrificing when he doesn’t need to be

It worries him that it will have worse consequences in the future even if it’s what Wei thinks is right

Wei greatly despises Riddle’s mother since she played a great role in Riddle’s suffering as an innocent child

So if he ever sees her it’s on site

Also Riddle will think it’s very cultured of Wei to play the flute, he thinks having artistic experience in general is very important

But then he sees the flute control the dead

Riddle: 😐😑🫥

He’s dealt with too much BS to deal with this

He knows he essentially plays god but he rarely acknowledges it unless need be

It’s not even because he thinks it’s bad, he’s just truly very tired

❤️Ace Trappola❤️

Besties right off the bat

Idk I just know they like to fuck shit up together

You two were probably playing a prank around Halloween time

Part of it involved “raising the dead”

I put it in quotation marks bc Ace thought Wei was exaggerating

Like he would just dress up as a zombie or something

He did not

Ace needs some time to process wtf he just saw

He comes to the conclusion that he needs to know how he did it

THEN THE ACE APPRENTICESHIP BEGINS

Or at least that’s what Ace says, Wei isn’t convinced (I don’t even think it’s possible for Ace to do it)

But Ace is determined nonetheless

He slowly tries to chip away at Wei

Wei is hella stubborn but he can’t lie he finds Ace’s determination endearing so he gives it a shot

It goes how you probably expect

There are undead people everywhere, Riddle is screaming at them, this is the best day of Floyd’s life, Leona’s sleeping etc.

The building is probably on fire and Ace is trying to figure out how to make dead people die again

Wei’s just kind of off in the corner thinkin “….I’m gonna kiss him”

So that’s what happened :D

Ace probably tried to play it off all cool n crap but I’m just saying if a tall, handsome man with dark long hair kissed me I would be blushing all over too

After that even though it’s been confirmed that they both have feelings for each other Ace still acts like he’s in the unrequited love phase by trying to impress Wei whenever he gets the chance

Wei knows what he’s doing and stupidly enough it’s working

I just think they’re both a little stupid with Wei being caretaker stupid and Ace being ‘has to be cartak-ed’ stupid

♠️Deuce Spade♠️

Deuce would be a goody two shoes and be like “We shouldn’t mess with the dead >:(“

Wei: I love you but i did not ask

But yeah I don’t think Deuce likes Wei’s power

He respects its power, but he genuinely doesn’t believe it’s smart to play god

One of the very few times he has the group braincell

He probably turns like mom friend or something and is like “Karma’s gonna come for you smh”

Good thing Wei likes milfs

Wei’s stupidity and audacity to fuck with the laws of nature is attractive to Deuce for some reason or maybe I’m just projecting

Funnily enough, even though he doesn’t think it’s a good idea, whenever there’s severe danger, aka overblots, Deuce is the first one to be like “DO THE THING”

Wei does a shit eating grin and Deuce always knows what he’s about to say

“Oh but I thought KaRmA wOuLd CoMe FoR mE”

Just a very confusing dynamic but one that’s fun to watch

I also think Deuce would simultaneously joke about fighting Wei/saying he “hates him” but anyone who’s genuinely disrespectful towards Wei he would throw hands with

I’m torn between the idea of Wei threateningly standing behind him when Deuce challenges someone to a fight and lightly whispering “Don’t” to the opponent

Or being off to the side sipping tea and being his No. 1 fangirl

Either way, Wei is Deuce’s little meow meow that’s committed war crimes and Deuce is Wei’s himbo

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

wei would call him el gato don’t hate i’m just god’s messenger

To be fully honest with you

Wei is giving very much Ruggie 2.0

Which means Wei and Ruggie get along amazingly and their major bonding point is irritating Leona as much as possible

Leona is genuinely scared/hj

Just to mess with Leona I feel like Wei would flirt with his sister in law

“I know you’re my date to this stupid ball my brother made me come to but do not do anything stu-“ ”damn that lady over there lookin hella fine😫” ”THATS THE FUCKING QUEEN”

But in all seriousness he cares a lot about Leona and seeing him be happy and succeed, he just doesn’t know any other way to display it

When Leona takes naps, sometimes Wei will give him a forehead kith and a blanket or just something soft in general

But most times he’d go like “Awwwww🥹” and not even 5 seconds later he’s dropping him into a body of water

At first that is definitely a point of irritation for Leona but he knows he can’t stop him so he adapts

He now he always has a snorkel and goggles on him to sleep in the water

Wei loves this game they play but everyone else thinks Leona’s dead

One time when Leona slept for like 12+ hours straight in the pool, Savanclaw fell into chaos

There was no mourning for their fallen king (except maybe Jack) everyone was just at each other’s throats trying to determine who their next ruler would be

Wei was just smiling in the corner

There’s nothing that will ever be more entertaining than watching a bunch of overgrown cats and dogs howling at each other

Ruggie knows what’s going on and fist-bumps Wei

He also takes the opportunity to steal from Leona’s room

Eventually when Leona woke up Wei was waiting by the pool with a towel and the news on everything that happened that day

Leona didn’t even care to deal with it until the next day

They snuggle, Leona says it’s for “warmth”, Wei knows it’s just an excuse for physical contact🥰

🐺Jack Howl🐺

He would fear him

Because SAD FACT Wei has cynophobia (extreme fear of dogs) due to his background having to fight with dogs for food on the streets

He would avoid Jack like the plague

Even if they don’t know each other very well Jack would feel bad

He thinks it’s due to his scary demeanor so he tries to make friends

It takes a while to see noticeable progress

It’s not until Jack notices Wei shrinking in on himself less and not fidgeting with his clothing as much that he’s comfortable saying they’re at least friends

But because of all the time and effort put into building up their relationship this actually made them both develop romantic feelings for one another

Jack definitely wouldn’t feel like Wei likes him back therefore Wei is the one to confess

Wei teases him for the noticeable tail wag

Speaking of which, once they’re in an established relationship Wei would be touching Jack’s fluffy tail and ears CONSTANTLY

Because he knows they’re sensitive spots for him

Jack is kind of like Wei’s exposure therapy but Jack can’t say he’s displeased because it leads to lots of hugs

And if he were to say that it would be a noticeable lie due to his tail wagging every time Wei is around

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🐙

Business opportunity

I do not know how Azul can benefit from the raising the dead thing

But he’ll find a way

But he can definitely make some bank on the flute abilities

At first I think Wei agrees to play for the lounge as a way to make a little cash

But how could he ever pass up the opportunity to relentlessly tease a tiny Octo-man

Maybe I’m wrong but I think Floyd and him would get along well

And I think Wei is cool with Jade

I’m honestly kinda thinking Little Mermaid style romance but replace the voice of an angel with really impress flute skills

The more Azul hears him playing at the lounge, the more he’s like “Wow I never noticed how good he is with his mouth, or his long luscious hair, or charming smile, or smooth hands, or-“

Azul thinks it’s just admiration

Wei can tell by the blush on his face that it’s not

Their first kiss is when Monstro Lounge is closing up for the night

It’s only Azul, Wei and the twins left

Azul is doing last minute paperwork, Jade and Floyd are cleaning except Floyd’s not really cleaning because he’s too busy being a nuisance with Wei

At a time when Wei and Azul are alone it starts off with Wei teasing him for his ‘admiration’

Obviously this is pretty embarrassing for the octopus

I do not know how or why but Wei convinced him to kiss him bc according to him “If you kiss me but don’t feel anything then I’ll agree that you don’t like me”

Maybe OOC for Azul to try to prove himself like that but he agrees

Azul did in fact feel something emotional

They probably made out or smthg

After that it’s the Scary businessman boss x Very Hot Worker

Just Wei strolling in and sitting on his lap while Azul is in meetings

It takes a while to get used to but once Azul does it’s something he barely notices

The clients are insanely confused though

There’s probably a lot of dudes stopping by the lounge trying to woo Wei

But then Wei’s mean, small, and angry bf comes out and they scram

Power couple❤️

🥳Kalim Al-Asim🥳

HE JOINS THE POP MUSIC CLUB AND SHREDS ON THE FLUTE

im crying

its canon

that would be so amazing

Just like

Kalim makes Wei so happy

It’s like an infectious laugh personfied

Like things suck but their positivity rubs off on you yk?

Wei does a lot of stupid shit and since Kalim is down for anything he’s constantly dragging him into stupid situations

Like setting the school kitchen on fire

Or the halls in sticky notes (Kalim put little compliments on some)

Jamil is in pain

But Wei also sympathizes with Jamil so sometimes he tries to give him a break by just taking Kalim to do stupid crap where Jamil can’t reach them

The image of Kalim and Wei on the magic carpet while Wei is shredding on the flute, undead bodies everywhere

Incredible

Kalim doesn’t know how to feel abt Wei’s ability

On one hand he thinks it’s super cool

On the other it’s very scary

He enjoys admiring it from a distance

Wei likes to learn dance moves from Kalim

It’s just a silly goofy time

Kalim SPOILS him

He knows about how Wei grows up and that’s why he feels the need to give him the nicest things

Even if Kalim never tells him this specifically he knows what he’s doing and the idea that someone literally wants to give him the world to make up for the fact that he was treated like garbage BY the world is so 🥺🥹😭😩❤️

I so desperately want them to perform the hardest rock concert with the pop club and Wei is head banging on the fucking flute

Please I need it so bad

🦚Vil Schoenheit🦚

Wei is on his knees tbh

It’s kind of like he teases Vil for how much effort he puts into something kinda useless but he’s also like “I’d smash tho”

Idk if Wei knows how to do makeup but I think he’d pick up on it pretty fast

He doesn’t usually put any on himself tho, he’s god’s favorite there’s no need

He likes to joke with Vil that he needs the makeup but Vil knows he’s joking

He’s also god’s favorite, he’s simply accentuating it

Tbh idk what to put for them here

It’s kind of like hot sophisticated malewife x hot chaotic malewife

Idk why I’m so obsessed with carrying positions but Wei would undoubtedly carry Vil by his thighs wherever they go

Speaking of thighs Wei is obsessed with them

He always makes those kinds of jokes that aren’t really jokes about how he wants to die between Vil’s thighs

One time in physical combat, Vil did that move where you incapacitate your opponent by tightly wrapping your legs around their neck

Wei definitely could’ve won but he chose not to

He may have lost the battle but he won the war

Vil is also incredibly tired to fully acknowledge the power Wei holds

It makes for some pretty epic photoshoots with Vil though

Especially for Halloween

Rook follows Wei obsessively

I’m split between Wei being irritated or going with it and helping Rook annoy Vil with his simpery

You can choose

🍎Epel Felmier🍎

Wei: “omfg is that a midget”

Epel: “I may be short but that means I have easier access to your vulnerable knee caps”

That’s it

That’s the entire relationship

Wei teasing him for being short, Epel threatening him with violence

You know how Ace and Wei are chaos buddies

Yeah Epel and Wei are “kill off the entirety of humanity and destroy all physical beings for funsies” kind of couple

It’s bad

Like really bad

For everyone else, not for them, they’re having the time of their lives

Epel is No. 1 instigator

I can’t get this out of my head you know those cat videos

Like the ones where the owners make the cat look like they’re dancing

Epel and Wei

Epel is the cat

Just dangling from Wei’s hands who is making him dance to hyperpop

I’m sorry

But like, Epel also wants to be taught how to do what Wei does

Like really fucking bad

It goes abt the same as it did for Ace, but instead of Epel begging him he does a bunch of stupid shit to prove his strength and that he is worthy of wielding such power

Wei isn’t actually convinced but he’s got a crush he’s only so powerful

The building is on fire pt. 2

But this time they somehow managed to make demon monsters

They don’t know what to do, everyone is screaming, Floyd has already created an apocalyptic hierarchy

Epel tried to argue with Wei about how he did it wrong (as if Epel knows wtf he’s doing💀)

Idk how but it ended in a kiss

Arguing is romantic

👾Idia Shroud👾

……………….he would play “emo boy” by ayesha on the flute anytime he’s around

I do not know how he learned it

Or why he even bothered to

But he did

And it was only for Idia

I think Idia and him met very similarly to how Idia and Lilia interact

Meaning Wei discovered online games and met Idia through there

Wei playing video games would be so funny

He’d either be an absolute troll or gets insulted and puts your gaming rep in the ground

Idk if playing flute translates to gaming but I think it would and this mf got hella dexterity

Idia and him meet on a first person shooter where they talk absolute trash on each other and spend the whole time targeting one another

This blossomed into a really good friendship

Like friendly rivals

Wei with his infinite charisma convinces Idia to meet in person

Then it’s the spiderman meme

Because of course who hasn’t heard of the necromancer that came from another universe just to enroll in a random all boy’s school?

But apparently he’s a gamer too???????

Idia is very intimidated

This is the most high level boss he’s ever had to face and he did not come in nearly as prepared as he should

It takes a while but Idia barely notices him becoming really close to Wei

He’s just very comfortable a lot more than he is with other people

He actually wants to do more social activities as long as it’s with Wei

Eventually they kind of become like a duo, like the people that if they got in a friend group would still be better friends with each other than they are for the rest of the group

As they continue to get more comfortable with each other they barely notice that they essentially have approached romantic borders

When they actually admit they like each other as more than friends basically nothing changes

Gamer boyfriends🥰

🐉Malleus Draconia🐉

this

og meme by @BTS4327 on twitter

I know Malleus is supposedly powerful but no amount of strength will ever be able to top bringing back the dead

This only fuels the rumors of him being scary n crap

“He’s so evil that his partner is capable of making the dead his mindless slaves😱”

In the other room Lilia is explaining to them how to play Candy Land

He definitely isn’t but I just feel like Wei is taller than Malleus

It just fits

But Wei would be the one to be bridal carried

Even though Wei is old as crap he gets modern memes and like a language, you must speak it to be fluent

Malleus understands nothing but that’s not new

But bc Wei is old asf he can more easily explain newer concepts to Malleus

Wei thought it would be funny to teach Malleus the “do u know da wae” meme

Wei and Lilia are absolutely delighted

But the rest of the students at NRC have never wanted to die more

With that said these mf’s would kill and die for each other

They both protect the crap out of each other knowing their partner is fully capable of doing it themselves

But just imagine pissing off Wei, then you have a dragon coming at you

Or annoying Malleus (you’d have to have balls of steel to do so) and you have a horde of the undead on the way

The moment Malleus overblots, Wei is willing to rip the universe apart to get him back

I don’t know why but there’s just a deep and intricate connection between them that’s second to none

Talk shit get hit

⚡️Sebek Zigvolt⚡️

Sebek really looks up to Wei but refuses to say so

He also has thoughts of “Oh my Wei is more powerful than master” but then immediately berates himself for even thinking such a thing

As a result he’s very cold to Wei, not because he wants to but because he doesn’t want to risk the chance of “betraying” his master by seeing anyone as better than him

Therefore he keeps him at a distance

I don’t even think Wei would notice Sebek trying to keep him at arm’s length, or if he did he simply did not care

He wanted to be friends with pretty crocodile fairy

And that’s what he did

Lilia teased Sebek a lot both for the romantic and platonic parts of their relationship

“Aw you made a new friend Bek! Look at you all grown up🥰 where does the time go🥲”

But also “Don’t take it too harshly Wei, I think he’s mean to you because he LiKeS yOu”

(Side note: For any young one reading this, even if a person likes you that doesn’t give them a pass to be mean to you. You’re not required to deal with it just to spare their feelings)

It takes a lot of time for Sebek to understand the concept that he can like others while still holding respect for his master

And that those are two different parts of his life that only interfere if he lets them

Tbh I don’t think they’d even get together until Sebek is almost out of NRC

But they’ve also become very close in the time they’ve known each other and acknowledge that they’ve basically been playing the role of an old married couple in their previous school years, just minus the title

Did I mention they’re like an old married couple?

Bc they definitely are

Sebek = malewife that argues abt the stupidest shit

Wei = girlboss who lets him have a one sided argument but also looks at him like he’s the sun and moon

My own writing is starting to make me like Sebek more💀

I just love the “unnecessarily angry all the time x person who’s pretty chill but likes their partner’s fire” dynamic

Sebek would scold him for raising the dead

Crap abt respect n stuff

Wei gives him a rock-flute concert to taunt him

[islandofsages]

innocently us.

summary: in which you two get distracted and forgot...something?

characters: hu tao and gn!reader

tags: sibling reader, crack, a little bit of fluff, modern au, oneshot format

warnings: none

author's notes: im projecting asian kid problems onto hu tao 👍 except not really because i have never faced this problem before teehee. i just wanna write something fun !! also this. is much longer than i expected im sorry that always happens when i write oneshots idk why lmfao

word count: 1.9k

“So (y/n). How about we play some games?”

Your sister almost immediately suggested so the moment you two’s grandfather left the house. It was rare for you two to be home alone and whenever it does happen, Hu Tao always takes her chances to do whatever she can’t do when he’s home. And obviously she drags you into her shenanigans because, of course, she doesn’t want to be caught and grounded alone.

“Sis, we talked about this.”

You could only sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. Truth be told, you still don’t know why your grandfather bothered buying a gaming console if he’s not going to let you two play it. But you knew best that to question your grandfather is akin to asking a wall; you get no answers but rather, even more questions. But you can’t deny that you did want to play it. But being Hu Tao’s sibling has taught you to become more responsible…more or less.

“Yes we did! What does that have to do with anything though~?”

As much as you love her witty remarks, they’re mostly the ones that land you two in trouble. And you wish you could say you enjoy being in trouble with her - she tries to lighten things up, sure, but that usually makes things worse. So like it or not, you had to learn your lesson from so many of you two’s misadventures. It looks like she hasn’t learned anything though and you’re pretty sure that it’s a choice. Your sister is one of the brightest people you’ve known; it’s just that she tends to get bored easily and so does a lot of stupid stuff just for the thrill.

“Hu Tao.”

“That’s me!”

You sigh again. That tone in her voice indicates that she’s not changing her mind any time soon. You surrender - after all, a little gaming couldn’t hurt, right? Screw whatever ‘video games exposes kids to violence’ stuff your grandfather’s always spewing. Plus, it’s not like you two are gonna be playing anything actually violent-

“C’mon, let’s play some Mortal Kombat 11. I miss killing people.”

Ah.

You don’t remember how the heck you two manage to get a copy of that game considering it’s one of the most, if not the goriest game you two have ever had the pleasure of playing. But you join in anyway because what else are you supposed to do? You ask yourself that as a rhetoric question but you can’t help but feel there’s an actual answer to it. But you shrug it off as still being reluctant to do this.

A few hours pass and you two are still in Mortal Kombat 11, nuking it out without a care in the world. Well, except for one care, which is what if grandpa sees this? But you’re having so much fun, you don’t mind being grounded for life and your sister most likely feels the same. Even then, you have this nagging feeling at the back of your mind that there’s something wrong and that everything’s going a little too smoothly.

“I think… I forgot something.”

“If you forgot then it probably wasn’t important.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

You casually chat with your sister over it during your gaming break. Now you’re convinced that there’s nothing wrong and that you’re just paranoid for no apparent reason at all. Your irritation increases when your sister claims yet another victory over you. But her joy is fleeting - your attention both snap to the suddenly ringing home phone. You run over to it, not knowing what to expect. You pick the receiver and raise it to your ear…

“Hello? Hello hello?”

“Grandpa?”

Now you really want to know who taught him to use a phone - how did he get the home number? Whose phone is he using anyway? Public phones aren’t a thing anymore and he doesn’t have a phone; he’s always refused to use one because he claimed it too complicated. So the only possibility is-

“Aha, it works! Well, it better work. I didn’t spend thousands just for this smartphone thing to not work.”

Ah.

“Grandpa, what are you talking about? How did you get this number? Where are you?”

“Agh, you ask too many questions, kid! Your sister was the one who gave me the number. And I’m coming home from the mall. So no more questions! But more importantly, have you cooked the rice yet?”

Oh. So that’s what it was. Oh no. You turn to flash Hu Tao a quick glare and she responds with an expression that could only express “oops”. You turn back to stare at the phone in shame. But of course you slightly shifted the blame to Hu Tao for not reminding you in the first place. You couldn’t even think about how your grandpa’s answering your questions earnestly for once.

“Um, of course I have! I cooked the bestest rice only for you, my beloved grandpa, ahahaha…”

You quickly lie and hear him laugh on the other side of the line. Thankfully, it seems he has fallen for your lie. As he laughs, you turn your head again towards your sister’s direction and signal for her to rush to the kitchen. She does a brief saluting pose and runs to the kitchen. Lord knows you can trust only so much of her when she’s in the kitchen. She tends to get a little too creative for your own liking sometimes.

“Good, good! That’s my grandchild! Anyways, I’ll be back in a jiffy so you two just wait for me like the good grandchildren that you are, alright?”

“Okay, grandpa.”

You add a nod although he couldn’t see it. He hums happily and hangs up without saying goodbye. You put the receiver back down and run to the kitchen, hoping that it’s not already entirely on fire. And luckily enough, it isn’t. Because your sister is too busy trying her best to wash the rice properly.

“Ai-yai-yai, how could you forget such an important thing, dearest sibling?”

“Like you remembered in the first place.”

“Let’s not sweat the details, okay? Help me out here.”

“Hah, can’t even wash the rice right. And you call yourself Asian?”

“Oh, shut it, you.”

You two bicker off the next few minutes away as you cook up some rice. Though you two are in a somewhat frenzied predicament, you can’t help but smile at how silly and ridiculous you two are. You laugh and she follows - how contagious. So contagious, you foolishly hope that some of that laughter infects a bit of the rice. Maybe it’ll brighten up your grandfather’s mood even more than it already seemed and let you two off the hook this time around.

But well, even if you two are grounded for life, at least you two cooked the rice before he’s home, right?

“I’m home!”

You two yelp. The rice is barely cooked enough to be edible. And you two forgot to turn off the gaming console earlier. ‘In a jiffy’ was too jiffy for you two’s liking. Before you two can do anything about the sticky situation you’re in, your grandfather waddles into the kitchen. He eyes the two of you and the steaming rice cooker in between you and your sister.

“We, uh…”

Hu Tao attempts to make up an excuse, sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck to hide her shame. You only gulp, awaiting the worst punishment that could ever befall a pair of siblings who were innocently distracted by video games. You wish you could at least predict what’s going to happen to the two of you but the thing is, you two’s grandfather is as predictable as a gambling game. You never know what’s going to happen.

“What’s wrong? You cooked the rice, right?”

He asks and you two only tilt your head simultaneously in confusion. That’s all he has to say? You have your suspicions but you start to have a little bit of hope. Maybe all that laughter really was as contagious as you thought it was.

“Well, yeah but…”

“Oh, you two. Come here.”

He says and yet he is the one to move forward to wrap you two in a group hug. This increases the two of you’s confusion even further. As you expected, as predictable as a game of chance, like a throw of the dice. Mayhaps it is no coincidence that your grandfather is a big fan of board games himself.

“You’re not mad at us?”

Your sister innocently questions him, shooting him her most genuine curious look. You look at him too, wanting to see his reaction as well as hear his answer. He lets go of the two of you. His joyful smile turns menacing in the blink of an eye as he utters his next words, though he fiddles with his brand new phone cheerily.

“‘Course I am! It’s just that I’m more happy than angry. This smartphone thing is more useful than I thought.”

Ah.

“So…are we grounded?”

You dare yourself to ask him. You would ask more questions if you could but you don’t want to risk upgrading your punishment from a simple grounded phase to…who knows what? As far as you’re concerned, your grandpa is as creative with punishments as Hu Tao is with her culinary skills.

“Of course you are! Go to your room!”

You’re disappointed but at least it wasn’t anything beyond that. Even your sister seems to breathe out a sigh of relief. The lack of any heavy punishment gives you courage - and so you will yourself to ask another question.

“Uh, how long are we grounded?”

You ask and your grandfather seems to ponder on that question, which is a rarity. Usually, he’d announce “one week!” without any hesitation. So you were reluctant to ask at first but this time around, asking him something is seeming to bear fruit (finally).

“Hmm…two days.”

He decides and needless to say, both of you siblings’ jaws drop to the ground. He went from one week to two days just like that? Who was this old man and where is your real grandfather? You’d ask but before you could, your sister interrupts first.

“Just two days?”

“What, you want more? I can add more.”

“No thank you, bye grandpa, love you!”

Hu Tao rapidly replies and drags you by the hand to your shared bedroom. She slams the door shut and flops onto your bed like nothing ever happened. You sit beside her and stare at the opposing wall, processing what just happened. You two say nothing; simply side by side, ruminating on today’s happenings, with the occasional sound of fighting game characters screaming and grunting coming from outside your room. Ah. So your grandfather’s the perpetrator all this time.

“We got lucky, huh?”

Hu Tao breaks the silence after a few minutes of gazing intently into your bedroom’s wall, its color faded of old age. You two may be as young as the technology in your little house, but the abode itself is almost ancient as your grandfather. Even then, you never saw it as a flaw; old or not, it is the house you and your beloved sister have spent so much time in by being clowns, forgetting to cook the rice and getting grounded. You look to your sister fondly and sigh, a relieved one this time.

“I guess we did.”

[esperanta-dragon]

I feel like there is a need to write down why so many people hate Sylvanas so much, me included. Maybe you can’t stand her too OR you love her and you don’t understand why the hell people can hate such an amazing character. Here is why. And I will try to write this down logically as possible. No “hur dur I hate her because she is a bitch!”. No, I will put down all things so you can understand. And one sad disclaimer... it’s not the character’s fault.

WHY WE STARTED TO LOVE HER

Sylvanas showed up in Warcraft III as a Ranger General of Quel’thalas. She was protecting her country for quite some time when Arthas attacked Eversong Woods in order to get to Sunwell and resurrect Kel’Thuzad as a lich. Sylvanas paid with her life and her soul to protect her people and her country. She was made banshee and was forced to do things against her will and serve the Scourge she hated. But she was still plotting her revenge, didn’t give up until the moment came and she took the chance. She reclaimed her body back and almost killed Arthas, and took over Lordaeron City. Then she took over the undead slowly freeing from the Lich King’s grasp and gave them a place where to stay, becoming their Queen. And since then, she was planning to kill the Lich King for good.

That’s why we loved her (I never did, I will explain that later why). She really kicked his ass. She slapped the Scourge in the face. She never gave up and was doing everything to achieve her goals, her revenge. There are not so many such strong female characters, so resolute. She was not good but also not evil, she was shady, she was not the boring good guy. So why the hell people hate her? She is perfect! Let’s go to what happened during and after WotLK... Because here it starts.

WRATH OF THE LICH KING

As I said, many people adore Sylvanas since Warcraft III. But they don’t understand the character is not the same. She was never good, she was an anti-hero, that’s the fact (the Ebon Blade are also anti-heroes and they are not bad, they just do necessary things to keep the Scourge in check). She was doing everything to take revenge on Arthas. And everything means that she had no problems walking over corpses of her allies. Causalities because of my fault? Pfft! No matter as long as the piece of trash sitting on the Frozen Throne will get what he deserves!

This was pretty much visible after Wrathgate when Varimathras and Putress tried to take over Undercity and Alliance and the Horde saw what she is doing inside the city. Still fine, it was in character, she was doing EVERYTHING to take revenge on Arthas. Everything. That’s why she existed, why she kept going. Even back then, I didn’t hate her. She was still a very well-written character. This is what a character in her position would do. 

But once everything was done, the Lich King was taken care of, she realized there is no point in her existence. She saw the Lich King was not destroyed. They only replaced him. So she threw herself from the Icecrown Citadel and fell on saronite spikes, the only thing that could definitely kill her.

And she ended up in a dark place. And the pain she felt was not like anything she felt before. It was the most horrible, the most inconsolable place. But val’kyras came down to her and sacrificed for her to get her back. Now we know what happened as we progress in the Shadowlands but... let’s say this was the beginning of the end for a good character Sylvanas once was. This was a start of cliché, inconsistency, and a great example that good characters should be allowed to go and leave so they can be remembered as a good characters.

WHAT CHANGED

Look, I came to WoW really late. I was playing on WotLK free servers as I could not afford to pay for official servers. But I knew the story in WotLK and I was still pretty ok with Sylvanas. I don’t remember hating her this much. She was well written.

It was Cataclysm Firelands patch when I finally could come to official servers. And Sylvanas was already doing pretty shady and disgusting stuff. I played Forsaken starting quest line so I know. Raising undead like the Lich King did? No problem for her. She even said she is like Arthas but she is working for the Horde (she never cared for them anyway, it was just more beneficial for her). What happened in Gilneas was not alright. Who gases the whole zone and making it inhabitable? Alright, let’s say Horde was expanding and Gilneas was next to Lordaeron. Alright. But back then, I finally dove deep into lore and I’ve noticed many people are really devoted to Sylvanas. It seemed almost like a cult. And every time I asked people, why they love this psyhopathic banshee, they were like: “She is my Queen! I love her, I would die for her! She is cool, she is taking care of us, she has a good heart!”

Something was amiss here... I couldn’t understand this. I couldn’t see what they saw. I saw a shady, ruthless and careless psychopath who is using her loyal subjects to save herself from something. And many people believed it even in BfA. Me and my friend had to show them excerpts from short stories where she say that “once they were arrows in her quiver, now they are bulwark against the darkness”. They couldn’t believe they loved Queen would not love them back!

But hey, still, I wanted to understand why people love her. I would understand if it would be still Warcraft III or WotLK, that’s fine. But Cata? Legion? BfA? Shadowlands? 

So I started reading all books, short stories where she was. Articles about her. I tried to catch the glimpse of why people loved her: the majority told me she is still good and has a good heart and she is an amazing person. But I didn’t see it. Maybe I am stupid and I don’t understand, I am missing something... So I kept studying, trying to see anything good in her, I was failing. I saw a character falling more down into a pit full of anger and hate. Her loyalists said she was an amazing creature, loving, caring.

And the more I was told by people that she is caring and she has a good heart, the more I was getting disgusted and angry because the more I was reading about her and the more her loyalists told me, the more I saw what Sylvanas is: inconsistent character.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH SYLVANAS

In one book she was written like this. In another book, she was written like that. In one quest it was like this, then it was like that. In one expansion she behaved this way, in the next expansion, it was that way. She was doing more and more twisted things and her loyalists kept telling me she has a good heart. My frustration was growing to the point I could not stand her. It felt like I’ve met the person I knew was torturing her friends but when I met them, they told me with bruises on their faces and definitely mentally abused that she is amazing and it’s not her fault, she is just misunderstood and I should love her too.

When she killed Liam Greymane, loyalists were like: “I have no clue why Genn hates her so much! That stupid dog should die!” Yeah right, somebody kills your son and destroys your home, you have no reason to be angry, it’s ok.

She burns down Teldrassil and they said: “Why Tyrande wants to kill her? I hope Sylvanas kills her first!” Sure, somebody burns down a city with thousands of innocent people, it’s fine, let them go, no hard feelings. And sometimes these people are able to justify her actions with: “But this is fantasy! There is different morale than in real world!” Please, guys, never ever write a story. Never touch it. You will end up like Steve Danuser making characters to behave like idiots and without emotions. Stay away. Please. Do world the favor.

I was trying really hard. Trying to figure out what kind of character she is. Find a pattern. Because you can write a chaotic character and still find a pattern and it can be still a consistent character. But Sylvanas? I felt more and more that not even Blizzard knows what to do with her, how to write her... she felt more and more inconsistent and out of place with every expansion. And you know what? That happens to characters which are kept in the story longer than they should. If character losts a meaning of their existence, there are only two options: you either let them go or you have to find them a new meaning. And in case of Sylvanas, the second option led to a narrative disaster.

We were told by Blizzard: “Don’t worry! Everything falls in place! It makes sense what she does!” But after the Sanctum of Domination finale? It was a big fat lie...

Before I come to the cinematic, let me tell you what made me hate her beyond every possible measure: her fandom.

HITLER HAD A GOOD HEART!

In Legion, she was doing shady stuff. But in BfA? She became a Hitler. She burned down Teldrassil because... IDK she snapped and wanted to show one elven archer that you can kill hope? And what kind of catapults she had has reach 20 km? What kind of catapults can burn down incredibly big tree SOAKED in water with thick bark. Was that azerite or... no, I am not gonna get angry. And I won’t even start with the b*shit Blizzard pulled: “Look, just because Sylvanas is right in front of Teldrassil doesn’t mean it was her who burned it down!” They had to lie to us to look that they can create a better story than what it actually is.

She destroyed Undercity so Forsaken lost their home. Is this how you take care of your subjects if you are loving and caring? I think not.

And with her actions, millions of souls from the whole cosmos are going right into the Maw for eternal suffering. And why? Because she was scared. Because instead of thinking about herself and trying to change, she rather schemed with the god of death... who was responsible for her misery. And even teamed with Kel’Thuzad, who was reason of her fate in the first place! And yet, after all this, after mass genocide, destroying souls, millions, maybe billions of souls are suffering because of her... and you can still tell me there is still good in her and she deserves redemption arch... And with love say: “She got us into this, she will get us out of this <3 ^_^” So somebody is making everybody suffer and some people are like “Ooooh it’s fine, I support her! I bet she will realize what she is doing and she will save us!” Would you say the same about Hitler? That he was misunderstood, he was trying to fix something that’s why he murdered millions of people? I am just asking what kind of people her loyalists are in real life.

I have a question... would you still love her if she was a man? Or decomposing undead? Or if she wouldn’t be sexy elf at all? If she would be ugly? I think we all know the answer (disclaimer, beautiful people are not always kind and nice, what a surprise). I bet she would be already killed or hated by majority of the community at least two expansions back. Why Garrosh had to stand trial for war crimes and Sylvanas doesn’t? To be honest, I never liked Garrosh, I hated him, but I never hated him as much I hate Sylvanas. He was at least consistent to his very last moment. But I am fed up by the fact that everybody keeps excusing what she does just because she is a sexy elf. This is not character I can respect. How can you say about such character that she is cool when you know she is commiting genocide? Let’s replace her with ugly elf and let’s see how many of you will still love her.

If you love her because she is a crazy homicidal maniac and you want her to do evil stuff, go ahead, nothing wrong with you, it’s fine. You love her because you think that she has a good heart and she is sending millions of souls into hell because she wants to help us? Take your pills and think twice before going on date with a manipulative person who will use you, beat you but will tell you they love you so much while cheating on you. Thanks.

If you are lying to yourself that she is good and has a good heart because you are afraid you wouldn’t like her anymore as a bad guy, then you love illusion you made around her, not the character itself. And you should seriously think if you really love the character if you need to change it that much in your mind to keep loving her.

GRAND FINALE

“If they are gonna give her redemption arch, I am gonna puke.” Many people told me, they would not. They are not gonna do it. She is beyond redemption, she is antagonist, period. Guess what, they did. The cheapest way possible.

Blizzard kept telling us everything will make sense in the end, why she did all these things. But it did not. And it only confirmed my greatest fear: Sylvanas is an inconsistent character since Cataclysm.

Sylvanas was afraid to go to the Maw. So she got an amazing idea. Let’s free the god of death, the malevolent creature trapped there because for sure he is suffering just like me, and injustice was done to him. He is the reason of my suffering because he made Helm of Domination and Frostmourne, that’s why I was killed and I am like this? I am sure he is a good guy, in the end, let’s remake reality so there is no life and death! That guy must be pretty ok. Oh wait his job is to torture souls? No, I don’t believe he is bad.

So when Jailer gets all he wanted, ofc he say that he will remake all reality and everybody will serve. And Sylvanas realizes: “Oh my, he is just like the Lich King! I didn’t want this! I will never serve!” Even she served him for the past few expansions. And suddenly she sees he is a bad guy. Suddenly.

And then, Jailer gives her half of her soul back... So... this is the explanation? She was doing all this because she was not whole? Is this an excuse for genocide? Now we will all feel sorry for her? Tell her it’s ok, you were not yourself?

I am saying this all the years and I will say it again: the Ebon Blade are order full of those with a fate like Sylvanas. The whole order. Multiple characters suffered under the Lich King like her, lost themselves, were made to kill their friends, their families. And they, too, took revenge on him. But instead of going crazy and trying to hurt everybody because they were hurt, they tried to help and protect people. Maybe they are missing part of their souls too. But are they running around, burning innocents, committing genocide? No. So please, the is no excuse, she was aware of what she was doing. I am not buying this and for sure this won’t make me feel sorry for her. It was her choice. You can be depressed and hurt into the very core and still decide not to be homicidal maniac.

Another annoying thing is, Blizzard kept telling us she is a master strategist and she is highly inteligent. Would a highly inteligent person try to help somebody responsible for her suffering? Being ok with them? There was not shown how come she is ok with the Jailer! Look I thought she is smart but after the cinematic, she does not look like that.

What was her plan anyway? Did she believe such creature won’t betray her, he won’t dump her? I was hoping he will dump her and kill her. That would be the only ending fitting for the character. I didn’t want another Kerrigan, I didn’t want redemption arch for her... I was hoping I will finally like her as a villain. Now I can’t... there is no way I will like her ever again because Blizzard probably can’t do just evil characters. There always must be something behind, some explanation why they are like this. “I was good this whole time!” And I am tired of this... Suddenly I like Garrosh because he was an asshole but he was consistent. He had a good ending. He “died” like a boss.

THEY SHOULD HAVE LET HER DIE

And I mean it. If they would let her go after WotLK, it would be a good ending for her. Tragic end for the tragic character. She fulfilled her purpose and she would be remembered as a good consistent character. But she is making a lot of money, many people love her (not anymore, even people who liked her hate her now and her fanbase is getting smaller) so Blizzard decided they have to milk her as much as possible.

I think everything good should come to an end. “You would either die as a hero or live long enough to become a villain.” In this case “You would either die as a good character or live long enough to become inconsistent and annoying character.” And it happened.

Remember how people were angry how Thrall is getting a lot of attention in Cata? Haha, good old times. How about Sylvanas in 3 expansion cinematics (and some side cinematics like Reckoning, etc) and 2 expansions fully focusing on her (and some other expansions where she is a lot too). How about the 15th figure in a row. And 4th Blizzcon art. And I can keep going.

Metzen had favorite characters... but they were never overused as much as Sylvanas. Vol’jin was warchief for 1 expansion where he did nothing and then he died so she could take lead in story. So many characters are forgotten, pushed down so she can be on the spotlight. And I am sick of it. This is not single player, this is MMORPG. The world feels ridiculously small thanks to this, we have more characters than Sylvanas + 5 characters they keep using and recycling all the time.

And keep using Sylvanas and putting her into the spotlight all the time did not help. You can start hating character you liked before just because you have enough of them and you want to see other characters. This world has a big potential. So many characters are unused because of Sylvanas. Because the lead narrative designer loves her so much that he had to make her the main character of WoW and doesn’t care there is a whole world to take care of. And he does the worst job possible. Because he tried to make her complicated and complex and in the end he was just trying to make it look like that but it didn’t work out. It was just inconsistent. It didn’t fall in place.

Her plot armor is so laughable and it’s the most annoying thing about Sylvanas. How characters around her are so stupid and dumb so they can let her do such stuff (hello Horde in BfA). The whole universe and Blizzard especially is protecting Sylvanas of any harm. How can you like such character when it behaves like Mary Sue? I didn’t want to see cinematic how she comes and beat up really powerful guy without any issues. You know how interesting would be if Four Horsemen managed to arrive earlier and they wouldn’t know if to fight the Lich King or Sylvanas? No, Blizzard wanted to show lady Sylvanas Plotarmor.

And the worst thing is, I feel like Shadowlands are my last expansion in WoW. This is where the story ends for me. And I know that many characters won’t get resolution, many story arcs will never close because they’ve put too much effort to work on Sylvanas and ignore other characters. So many characters could have met. Lore in Shadowlands could have been expanded about The Scourge, death knights, rune magic, etc... it did not. 

So no, Sylvanas is not one of the best characters created. If this is the best WoW can muster then there is nothing to be proud of. We would have good or better characters if Blizzard tried to work with more characters and give them space and a chance to develop. But we will never have them because Sylvanas took the spotlight.

Sylvanas for me is the character who will be put on guidelines on how to not use a character. This character will be perfect for DO NOT character development guidelines. And the whole story of WoW at least in BfA and Shadowlands is a great example of how to destroy the world with an amazing setting and characters. 

I hope I’ve made this clear why many people hate her. Because it’s much more complex problem. This character was misused, written horribly, overused, was given a poor and cheap story arch, made look stupid and it no longer makes sense. And on top of that, many characters will never get a resolution, many storylines won’t be finished because all story was focused on her and not on the world. World which was supposed to be “everybody’s story” was made story about Sylvanas. Just because she sells.

Good job Danuser, I hope you are happy.

Tl;Dr: Sylvanas is inconsistent since Cataclysm because Blizzard tried to make her complex character artificially and failed horribly. She should have died after WotLK and never made Warchief. They should have let her go so we can remember her as a good consistent character

P.S.: I am not native speaker, sorry for grammar errors.

[anxresi]

I could line my wall with all the posts Thomas has made about Chloe tonight. (around 50, by my count)

If you wanna read them, don’t bother.

I certainly won’t be sharing any of them

What would be the point?

Because basically, they amount to one thing...

Chloe is bad, and we’re bad people for liking her.

That’s it.

And for anyone thinking that he kids around a lot with his comments...

I’m pretty sure this is something he feels VERY strongly about.

Or he wouldn’t expand so much energy in constantly talking her down.

So no, I don’t think we’re going to get a Chloe redemption.

No, I don’t think she’ll be Queen Bee again. 

No, I can’t see any real change in her behavior.

She’ll just remain the same ol’ hatable Chloe, the ‘evil’ girl that young kids apparently ‘get’ that adults don’t understand...

Yep, apparently we’re ‘dumb’ for wanting her to improve and develop!

To provide a good example for bullies out there that they can be more than just abusers all their lives!

Children couldn’t possibly grasp the delicate subtleties of self-improvement as you grow up!

It’s all so clear now!

Stupid us!

Also, her merchandise doesn’t sell very well.

Another good case for her staying as a villain, I guess.

And she’s compared to a monster and a domestic abuser.

This damaged teenage girl.

Yeah, sounds about right.

And all those tender moments where she showed empathy and love were just ‘fake outs’ all along.

Makes total sense!

And anyone who wanted more from her is just ‘delusional’ and is ‘writing the show in their head’.

Exactly!

Except...

That’s not the way it seemed on screen at all.

When she hugged Miss Bustier

Or had a heart-to-heart with Ladybug

When she risked her life as Queen Bee

Showed genuine concern for Adrien

When she finally appreciated Jean-something

And shared moments of friendship with Sabrina

These did NOT come across as part of an elaborate plot twist

From a show which isn’t exactly known for its complex writing.

They seemed to form part of a ladder...

Which would inevitably climb to a true character shift.

Where this flawed teenage girl could take a long, hard look at her life.

And realize she didn’t HAVE to be like her awful mother.

Or as power-hungry as her father.

She could learn lessons from her favorite superhero Ladybug...

Become a better person...

And an even greater superhero.

She could still keep her sassy attitude.

Just be a bit kinder and selfless, that’s all.

But, nope.

EVERY bit of niceness we witnessed on screen...

None of it was real.

It was all influenced by ‘class’.

Even her childhood friendship with Adrien was nothing.

If he was as poor as the rest of his classmates, she would’ve bullied him too.

Straight from Thomas’s own mouth.

One of the best relationships in the show, gone just. Like. THAT.

He also said to ‘redeem’ her at this stage would be too ‘unconvincing’?

ORLY?

I hate to return to critical mode...

But the show ain’t exactly known for its consistent writing.

One minute Marinette is confident around Adrien...

Next she’s a nervous jumble of words.

It sets up two new ships for Mari and Adrien with great fanfare...

Only to ditch them both two eps later.

(Also, what the **** did they plan to do with Lila?!)

In other words, this isn’t a show that plays the long game

Whether this is to satisfy the networks’ demand to air the eps out of order idk.

The point is that trying to tell us that Chloe’s ‘arc’ was some grand scheme...

Where she’d have a few sympathetic moments only to emerge worst than ever afterwards....

I simply don’t believe it.

Either this is terrible, amateurish writing of the worst kind...

Or Thomas flexed his influence behind the scenes...

And put an abrupt end to Chloe’s development before it really got started.

It doesn’t really matter which reason I guess.

What DOES matter is this petty and spiteful man sees fit to bash her in around 70% of his online interactions right now.

He could just ignore the posts but nope, he goes right in there, full throttle. 

You can just tell how smart he is with his intimate psychological breakdowns of why Chloe is the way she is...

When we all know the actual reason... he just couldn’t be bothered.

Far better to create a whole new character, give her none of the depths that could make a developed Chloe such a pain to write...

And then 'reward’ her with the position of Queen Bee, for being super-sweet and as shallow as a puddle.

And oops, make her Chloe’s half-sister or whatever to further rub salt in Chloe stans’ wounds. 

Is the show even gonna tackle the angst that would arise from Mayor Andre discovering his beloved wife had an affair?

Or Chloe discovering her much-loved mother is in fact a cheat?

What about coping with the SHOCK revelation that she... GASP... has a long-lost sister?

Forget it. All that rich potential for human emotions sounds B O R I N G.

Don’t forget that if there’s a major event in this show that doesn’t include the words ‘Love Square’, the makers just don’t care.

Let’s cut straight to a giant golden Zoe (who now looks like a giant golden Chloe) trying to smoosh her now much smaller sister...

While Chloe pushes Marinette and her parents towards the beast to save herself. 

Because of course she does.

Never misses a trick to make Chloe look bad, does Thomas.

It’s a skill you can tell he’s very proud of.

Anyway, back to Zoe...

Despite my harsh words above, I harbor no ill-will towards you.

Your design is decent and you seem like a stand-up gal.

But I hate to say this...

You shouldn’t exist.

It was completely unnecessary from a storytelling POV to create a sibling for Chloe, and your mere presence will diminish the show.

I can say this with utmost confidence after looking at the situation from every conceivable angle...

Without even needing to watch your eps or know why you were created.

(Although, I have a pretty good idea)

Some people might say WELL GIVE HER A CHANCE!!!!

Hmm... no.

Everything the show needs to be successful with Chloe’s character...

It’s already right there.

She does not need a secret sibling

She does not require a sweeter counterpart

And she definitely DOESN’T need Thomas constantly bashing her to impressionable fans online like she’s the Antichrist personified!

Seriously dude, if you hate her so much why bother creating her?

And if you hate her so much... why spend so long talking about her?

Despite his repeated denials, I think something another user here said is very true...

She DOES live ‘rent free’ in his head.

It sickens him that, despite his best efforts, she still has so many fans.

Not to worry, Thomas.

From what I see, there are still plenty of sycophants who agree with everything you say (even if they actually don’t)

After all, it’s enough for some to get a reply from the ‘great man’ himself

Why jeopardize that by trying to engage with him in a meaningful debate?

Especially when we know how handsy he is with the ‘block’ button.

Anyway, this went on for about a thousand more words than I meant it to.

I guess me and Thomas have just ONE thing in common (Thank God)

This is a topic which we both feel VERY strongly about.

The differently is of course, I have far less power in the process, and preach to a much smaller audience.

Still, I won’t let that stop me ranting away like a loon.

Hey, if it’s good enough for him... ;)

[frederickthegreat]

my thoughts on TUA season 2

(spoilers, obviously)

- opened with Klaus and Ben, my kings. Klaus’s hair looks so weird straightened while short 

- AWESOME opening soundtrack 

- seeing all their powers so controlled makes me wonder how they leveled up to that skill in the alternate timeline. like the only time we saw Klaus use the powers of other ghosts in the correct timeline was when two of them caught him falling out of the sky. however Diego did end up controlling bullets and Allison used her voice to technically kill one of the Swedes

- the homeless man screaming Allison’s name alongside Luther... funny shit

- big teddy bear Hazel

- Elliot was fucking awesome i think he was a great addition as a side character. rip tho :(

- honestly i don’t understand why Diego would WANT to save JFK. like it’s not that big of a deal. does he not understand what messing with the timeline can do??

- Lila... impeccable

- Sissy and Vanya... impeccable <3

- yeah and fuck u Carl

- ugh, Klaus’s beard. disgusting <3

- Ben and Klaus definitely act like they should be, given that they’ve been stuck with each other for over a decade. i’ve seen some people calling Klaus an asshole for not telling his siblings about Ben, which is completely understandable (cause he was an asshole), but I’m guessing it was because he was afraid? that sharing Ben with his siblings would mean that he would lose him to them, or his siblings would find him selfish, or they would ask something of him that he couldn’t give. if that makes sense

- that ghost bitch comment was funny tho 

- to the guy who called Klaus pretty boy at the bar: sir you don’t know what you’re getting into

- Raymond!! he’s such a sweetheart, i really liked him in the show. i’m really happy that Allison has found a bit of normalcy (as normal as the 1960s Civil Rights movement could be). it shows how passionate she is about what she believes in: even though she knows the movement is far from over, even back in 2019, she’s not gonna abandon it

- Allison staring at the moon every night: either thinking about Luther or how the moon blows them all up. maybe both

- of course Luther would be working for Jack Ruby

- awesome cinematography during the mental asylum escape 

- yeah it makes sense that the Handler would still be alive. she was a cool villain. although it would’ve been awesome to see how evil a fish could be

- Diego’s plan was pretty stupid. that’s my boy

- honestly they revealed how Klaus started a cult really well by having one of his followers find him at jail. Klaus, ever the musical aficionado, of course writes his scripture based off of pop songs

- Raymond and Klaus meeting!! that was cool to see how their paths connected

- Lila painting Elliot’s toenails green. ugh i love that crazy bitch

- i LOVE how they incorporated the umbrella man!! tbh i’ve always believed he was the one behind the assassination. Lee Harvey Oswald was framed 

- honestly a bit understandable that Luther was planning on killing Vanya? cause he had no idea who she is now, but them reuniting was actually really sweet. he’s grown up so much

- the Swedes and their cats.

- the Umbrella company building with the nuclear family mannequins... creepy, awesome shit

- baby pogo baby pogo baby pogo baby pogo

- shanked diego shanked diego shanked diego shanked diego

- did anyone else get vibes from Klaus’s episode opening that he was an escort to the old woman? like how he was being shown off at her arm or something and getting out of jail from a call from the governor. idk maybe the lady was just very taken with him, as anyone would be

- Elliot, our helpful king

- Allison and Klaus’s reunion was so sweet!! i’m so glad they got to interact so much more in this season 

- Ben getting Raymond out through a haunting... hilarious

- sweet intimate moment between Lila and Diego

- Ray meeting Luther was hilarious, but i do feel for the poor guy. i mean i’m not in love with my adoptive sister but still

- the sit-in was really well done and beautiful while terrible. the ‘riot’ that ensued was very appropriate for today’s setting 

- D-Dave

- honestly i was scared that Klaus was gonna be overly attracted to him or whatever, which would be weird cause he’s years younger than Klaus, but honestly, at the core he just wanted to save Dave’s life. even if it means never meeting him in a different timeline. he truly loved Dave. and that ptsd flashback was done so well

- i knew Lila wasn’t trustworthy but i didn’t REALLY expect that! 

- Vanya and Luther talking with each other, Luther admitting the apocalypse wasn’t all her fault. beautiful

- the Majestic 12 reminds me of the conspiracy theory that only a few families control basically everything in the world. the Majestic 12 may be based off of that, idk

- idk about everyone else but Klaus’s scorpion and the frog story made total sense to me! frogs ARE bitches

- the diner scene.... ugh. it really shows that the two of them did fall in love and they did stupid in love things, like talking about their family, about why Dave wanted to join, favorite colors, favorite foods, etc. however that’s seen later on when Dave visits the compound

- yes it’s very disheartening when Klaus is attacked, but honestly i think it had to happen, just like the riot had to happen. the 60s weren’t a fun time for lgbt people and poc. it was only going to be a matter of time before the show HAD to acknowledge the consequences of Klaus’s ‘flamboyancy’ in 1963 Texas. it doesn’t make it right or easy to see, but it’s realistic. 

- it also makes sense that Klaus fell off the wagon after experiencing something like that. yes we all would’ve liked him to stay sober, but sobriety and recovery aren’t linear. 

- Allison is so happy with Ray can we please drop this pseudo-incest plotline let’s MOVE ON 

- Texas Grace ! who is not actually Grace rip (i think? i was a bit confused lol)

- the scene with Harlan running off was really upsetting but we got to see those weird light particles that we saw in the first season

- Pogo Pogo Pogo Pogo

- Klaus being a dick to Ben again, as brothers do. i do feel bad for Ben though it must be sooo frustrating. that scene with him and Allison was really sweet and funny tho

- i just have to say that Luther and Diego are so fucking funny this season it’s awesome. like there are a LOT of good lines overall by everyone but they’re hilarious. “At least he didn’t shank my ass” “no bro, he shanked your heart”“Dads part of a sinister CABAL that’s plotting on killing the president.” “a caBAL?”“You two still a thing? *leans in* do we need to talk?” “No, she’s married.” “Woah dude... that’s rough.” and countless others

- the sibling reunion!! 

- Klaus really does get left out of everything tbh

- Ben :(

- sisters and Klaus!! that was so awesome to see. and Klaus’s hairpins, Vanya saying she’s gonna tell Sissy she loves her, their dance sequence, Klaus calling Allison out on that incest. beautiful

- the fucking Swedish cover of Hello was PERFECT i mean i was sad for the Swedes but it was hilarious. there were a couple beautiful shots of the boat on fire though

- god it must’ve been so traumatizing for Allison to be thrust into such a hostile place with no voice and no way to contact her family

-  idk about you guys but long live Team Zero

- calling Ben that he was becoming their father was a bit uncalled for 

- the fact that Klaus didn’t help Dave’s chances, and in fact escalated Dave’s own timeline.. his trembling hands... robert sheehan is an amazing actor

- the Black president bit lmaoo loved it

- the way Reginald spoke to Diego.. i’m gonna throw hands with an old man

- Klaus LITERALLY looked like he was having a seizure and they all just... played it off?? 

- poor, poor Carl. nah fuck him lol

- that bloody opening scene was awesome! and thank god Five got to say fuck. the fact that it was about a candy bar makes too much sense

- Robert Sheehan acting as Ben: amazing showstopping spectacular he’s so talented

- the whole multiple Fives and Luther bit was honestly really funny, and i immensely respect smaller Five over bigger Five. 

- yes Klaus, you survived a family of seven. you got this

- not sad about Carl dying one bit!

- Ben... that was such a beautiful scene. not just the content of the scene, but the cinematography. Ben fading away... Vanya hugging him... ugh. the main takeaway i had from that scene is that at the core of it all, Ben and Klaus love each other immensely. they have a weird, dysfunctional, fucked up relationship, where Klaus is an asshole and Ben definitely shouldn’t of possessed him without his consent, but they’re still brothers, and Ben forgives him. 

- oof Ben’s funeral was hard. also was it just me or did Klaus’s kid actor sound weird? like it sounded like Robert was dubbing his lines 

- all the siblings back together again!!!! Klaus going with Vanya to save Harlan!! Vanya telling him Ben forgives him and that it wasn’t Klaus’s fault Ben got stuck with him!! everyone in the car!!! be still my beating heart

- yeah didn’t see Lila having powers coming tbh. i really feel bad for her she’s had such a rough and traumatic life, especially with the Handler as her only parental figure

- the Swede brother and Five putting down their weapons: “enough.” the Swede wanted revenge for his brothers - an eye for an eye, but there was a mutual understanding between the two of them: they would do anything for their family. if the Swede hurts one of the Hargreeves, Five would never stop coming after him. i thought it was very beautiful 

- mmm Reggie’s foreshadowing coming into play. proud of u Five

- the ending was so beautiful. everyone got closure in some type of way. except now Klaus is alone with nothing but his dog tags :(

- EMO BEN HAHAHA WTFFF?? is Lila in the sparrow academy? why was Ben’s portrait over the mantle piece? did Five disappear?? is the sparrow academy just older versions of the siblings who stuck around?? so many questions

FINAL THOUGHTS

- Ellen Page’s acting consistently blows me away. she is amazing 

- beautiful cinematography, funny writing, pretty good acting. i didn’t like the soundtrack as much as i did the first season’s, but some of it wasn’t bad.

- i’m glad ben got peace, but i’m also glad justin min isn’t gone for good. his social media presence is too vital for us

- i swear to god if they keep treating klaus as a joke and don’t let him get any actual development like everyone else had (he barely got closure with Dave, he reconciled with Ben through a second party) next season, i’m gonna riot. PLEASE i want to learn more about his powers now that Ben is gone. what happened to seeing tons of ghosts when he’s sober??

- Luther and Diego were probably my favorite duo of the season, I’m so happy that they’ve reconciled and are bonding more. 

- just seeing Vanya grow and be happy was amazing 

all in all, really wonderful season. i probably liked it better than the first one. now it’s time to consume fanfiction and maybe finish my own (check out “god doesn’t want him and neither does the devil” on ao3!)

[danwylds]

Right okay I never actually got myself to write this fic so have my notes for the fic except I haven’t read through them since June when I wrote them and I refuse to edit anything

Right is bakery au but not

Neil either turned down the offer of exy for the foxes or for coach whatever the fuck his name was

He got caught earlier tho which is . Unfortunate

Stuart still comes in

Maybe I’ll have him move back to Britain for a while? To avoid the moriyamas n stuff

He NEVER misses a match of the ravens/foxes tho

Which leads to him seeing the frankly sickening interview of Kevin and riko

Neil is like yo Stuart let me start smth

Stuart is like Neil the only reason you’d go back to the states right now is if you did smth that you could hide and you can’t do that for shit

So Neil is like yk what I’m gonna find a way bc I’m not letting this kid go through this (Andrews quite into this idea when it’s shared)

So he says yo. Stuart. Uncle. Sir. Let me open a bakery or something in the states

Stuart is like no you fucking idiot

And Neil is like but c o n s i d e r

You can get info or smth

Just have another business in the states yk

AND I’d get out of your hair

And Stuart is like hm okay but you’ve gotta live in a complex I choose for you

And Neil is all only if I can choose where it’s gonna be

It’s a deal

He (very obviously) chooses a place near palmetto

Stuart is tired but is like he’ll be under protection n shit so I guess??? And he’s not stupid enough to start something right. Right.

Wrong.

Anyways.

It’s a bakery that starts out kinda slow

But Neil finds he likes baking and Stuart pays for his nephew to have some sort of normal life so it doesn’t matter too much

Renee starts to frequent it

At first it’s to pick up sweets for Andrew

But eventually she starts bringing Allison on dates there bc they have a cute little seating area (figure where Seth fits in? I think he’ll survive?)

Uhhh what’s a timeline

I think this’ll be around the winter holidays (Jewish neil? Look into it)

So thanksgiving will have happened . I think Andrew agreed to go Not bc he particularly wanted to but bc he cares for Nicky and knows he’ll probably go anyways

Yeah so thanksgiving. h

Andrew JUST got off his drugs and he’s so damn protective of his own that he hardly even leaves their sides

Edens is a def no for em

Meanwhile Neil is tentative friends w Renee who has brought all the upperclassmen there a few times

Allison bullies him for his clothing but it’s okay he deserves it

Renee is sweet and stops em from doing anything too drastic which Neil appreciates

Matt,, my baby,, he’s so happy he just asks Neil about random stuff

Dan is sweet too!!

Seth kinda hates him but Neil hasn’t paid enough attention to return the favor

One day close to the winter banquet the upperclassmen are like yeah Neil we’re gonna go to this thing and it should be really fun!! Oh you know what? Our teammate Nicky needs a date and his cousin doesn’t really like anyone from his class and he’s super fucking crazy abt it so if that doesn’t deter you then you should totally join !

Neil is like oh chance to fuck up Riko? Absolutely I’ll go

ALLISON DRESSES HIM

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

when he and Allison emerge from the girls room Aaron is like Who is that

And Allison is “oh nickys date (:”

Andrew gets twitchy and holds a knife to her throat

Renee is like Andrew I stg get away from my gf and Seth is like manic pixie nightmare fuel I’m gonna beat the shit outta you

And Neil is just like same shit every day I guess

And he’s like so you’re Nicky then? COMPLETELY IGNORING YK. ALL THAT

Andrew is like “he is. Don’t touch him”

And Neil straight up says I don’t think you get to set boundaries for people, actually

And Neil has no idea what the effect is of that on Andrew but it’s enough to make him glare

Which is terrifying to everyone but Neil bc again. Dumbass

Anyways Neil very purposely hooks his arm through nickys and they head off to the bus

Dunno what happens there but I’ll figure it out

RIKOOO ROASTTT **AIRHORNNNNSSS**

It’s glorious

Kevin and riko are like who the FUCK are you

And Neil is all wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

They relocate and they’re all like . Ah. That’s why you and Renee get along

It’s kinda funny ngl

Andrew doesn’t think so but fuck him

I think that they head back to the bus when this shit I’d over and wymack is like excuse me what the fuck

And Aaron in german is like thank god he never joined the team bc I could not handle more of that

And Neil in German is like would you believe me I’d I told you I was almost signed

And Andrew is like I fucking Knew it I hate it here

N e ways things go back to normal for the most part

The upperclassmen still show up

Seth has a bit of grudging respect for him

It’s later that all the foxes are getting drunk from a lose that Renee calls him and is like Neil please can I usher them inside for a bit I think they need a place to chill so we don’t get yelled at for being too loud in the dorms

And Neil is like uhh sure why not

It turns out it was not just the upperclassmen

He gives them all water bottles and whatever and lets them lounge around

Gives em some food which they pay for w the coachs card

Uhhh idk time passes and some of the foxes pass out so neil is like y’all can chill in the break room? They have couches

He stays out there bc the bakery is still open

Andrew comes out like hey fuck you but also can I get more of those pastries

Idk I want them to be in love already

Uhh yeah I think they don’t say anything until

“what happened to your face”

“A truth for a truth?”

“If you must insist”

“Fine, my father tried to kill me”

Andrew raises his eyebrow but neils like bitch you said a truth for a truth it’s your turn now

Neil asks him why he wears arm bands

We get the whole knives and scars

They’re quiet again

I don’t know man let them be in love

Uhhh okay

I think Andrew will tell neil like

“[code]”

“Huh”

“That’s the code for the court, Kevin practices at night.”

Neil is like how would you know I’d enjoy playing exy? And andrew is like dipshit that’s how we met

I’m running out of ideas oh no

Maybe they play a couple of night game things

Exchange a few more truths

OHHH OKAY COOL SO THEN NEIL CAN GO TO EDENS W THEM THE WHOLE “DOESNT MEAN I WOULDNT BLOW YOU” THING CAN STILL HAPPEN

sick okay! They start dating but since Baltimore happened earlier they never actually come out to the rest of the team

I like to think when they play against the ravens again neils like haha babe you can have as many sweets as you want if you shut down the goal

Also Neil says it’s hot which is like a big thing to persuade Andrew but shhhhh

Yeah the foxes win they celebrate by getting drunk and they all show up at neils like hello again (:

Same thing happens but this time andrew and Neil are together and basically are doing nothing but making out

At least the store is closed

Nicky comes out and just YELLS

YALLLLLL COME LOOK @ THIS SHIT

Allison wins SO much money

Yeah idk how to end this but happily ever after :3

If you want me to turn this into a fic I will!

[threeletterslife]

I have the luckiest timings I swear to god because you actually DID tag me in chapter 9, but tumblr didnt give me the notification. I just so happened to go on my dash (after a week of not checking tumblr!!) and saw that you had uploaded it. I don't know how I acquired these powers but I will treasure them

anyway chapter 9 besties!! let's see how you mess with my heart today </3

omg straight off the bat with an interrogation scene :0

two seconds and she's already said something witty. y/n, marry me please 😭

Oh, I get why they're doing the whole interrogation thing but seeing y/n stutter just makes me feel so bad :( I don't want her to doubt herself after this, poor baby, she was already so confused and distressed when she first arrived, I don't want her to go through that again :((

It's starting to get into your head — who do i have the fight, say the word? lieutenant or general? because I will gladly punch either, forget the fact that I have a crush on both of them

SHES OVER THINKING THINGS I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN YOONGI BACK TF UP BEFORE I

No because this is making me nervous too??? I know they're just acting but my nerves are 📈📈

WAIT THE NECKLACE COULD BE- OHHHHHHH I KNEW THERE WAS A CHANCE SHE COULD BE A SPY WITHOUT KNOWING IT (but pls don't say that in front of them istg)

They're both right, she broke so easily. I feel so bad for her :((( but i understand, I would also be an absolute mess

BAHAHAH NOT YOONGI MAKING FUN OF HER THE SECOND ITS OVER "I... don't know" — HES SO WRONG FOR THAT BUT ITS SO FUNNY

I agree with lieutenants theory!! I think she was originally a spy, but lost her memories and started to work for solaria and

HOLY SHIT I JUST REALISED SOMETHING I'M GONNA PAUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CHAPTER I NEED TO CHECK SOMETHING BRB

OMG OMG OMG I WAS RIGHT HOLY SHIT MY HEART IS RACING RIGHT NOW I CANT BELIVEE I FIGURED IT OUT I LOVE YOU MUAHHH

I went to the main haracter list and her birthplace is literally the Kingdom of Darlae I feel so STUPID for not thinking about it before but this basically confirms teh theory (I mean unless she defected before? But it's more likely that she's a spy)

Now that my heart has stopped racing let's continue

HOLY SHIT THERES A DARLAREAN PRISONER??? NVM MY HEART IS RACING AGAIN

Y/N BABY DONT GO CLOSE

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I'M TOO SCARED TO READ ON, WHAT IF SHE GOES CLOSER SND HE RECOGNIZES HER???? I DONT WANNA READ ON I'M JUST WAITING FOR SOMETHING BAD TO HAPOEN

“I swear on fucking Guseul’s heart once I get out, I’m gonna kill you all!” — on the other hand this was very funny to read

I'm still not reading forward my heart is racing rn i don't wanna see what happens next 😭😭

NONONO CHANA DONT DO THIS TO ME I'm so scared to read more… what if i just leave it here and pretend nothing happened???

Literally why am I so scared just READ it but AHHH

boxy grin????? BOXY GRIN???? TAEHYUNG????

TAEHYUNG STOP SMILING AT HER GODAMMIT THATS GONNA CAUSE SO MANY QUESTIONS DONT MAKE HER LIFE HARDER

and now taehyung is horrified??? Shit he probably thinks she's betraying him even though she has no idea what's going on NOOOOOO

"Are you rehearsing a play out there?” — the fact that all yoongi has to do is say one line and I calm down?? I'm not talking about y/n I'm literally literally about me, my nerves were SKYROCKETING and then he says this and I calm. The POWER this man holds over me

I might send another ask because i have so many thoughts fumbling through my head right now so be prepared for that maybe but like AHHHHHH I WANNA SCREAM NAHHHH WUSHSBSHDHHSHSHDHDBSJDBDJDVDJDGDUDHUDDHJDBDBDJDHDHDHD

MY HEART IS GOING TO BEAT OUT OF MY CHEST AND LIKE

I have so much to say, get ready for another ask (maybe today, maybe tomorrow, idk) whenever I figure my own thoughts out

Otherwise great work on the chapter today, Chana!! 10/10 it stressed me the fuck out, brilliant

MUAH <3

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THROUGH THIS LOLOL

i can't believe tumblr is being such a hater. i literally TRIPLE-CHECKED this time to see if i included the taglist 😭😭 and then tumblr just decides it doesn't wanna tag anyone :') rip. BUT SOMEHOW YOU STILL CAUGHT THE FIC IN TIME??? it's a superpower indeed

LMFAO I'M SCREAMING. THE MENTAL TURMOIL YOU HAD TRYING TO DEFEND MY GIRL FROM YOUR TWO OTHER FAVORITE CHARACTERS PLEASE

THIS CHAPTER JUST DIDN'T LET YOU ALONE 😭😭😭 (though i can neither confirm nor deny ANYTHING)

yoongi has a *magical* way of making you feel calm with just one line. in fact, he can make me calm with just his presence 🥰 king <3 the power this man holds over ALL of us (including yn LMFAOO)

THIS CHAPTER IS WILD YES. I KNEW IT WOULD BE WILD WHEN I WROTE IT. I WAS CACKLING LMFAOOOO

thank you so much for your wonderful commentaries and thoughts as usual!!!! i enjoyed reading through them so much 😩😩 AND I'M SORRY THIS CHAPTER STRESSED YOU OUT SO MUCH FJSDLKFJLSDFJ (to be fair, it stressed me out to write it too 💀💀)

AND AS USUAL, THANK YOU FOR READING AND HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF YOUR DAY <3333

[ambivalent-anarchy]

You've Got Moves (Part 2)

Masterlist

Part 1

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: None

A/N: Better late than never, right?😂😂 (wow 2 fics in one week that's crazyyy) Also I put one of my favorite comedy tiktoks in the dialogue soooooo oops? Also Harry and Ned are wingmen who share one brain cell and I like it that way

I might make one more part to this but idk

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It took 7 months for Peter to ask you out.

It took the time for MJ and Asher to become a couple, homecoming to go by, MJ and Asher to break up, winter formal, midterm exams, MJ and Asher to get back together, and Christmas to go before Peter Parker gathered the guts to even consider thinking about asking you out.

Scared wasn't even the word for it.

Harry Osborn, the new transfer student, laughed at how nervous Peter was at lunch. "Asking girls out is easy, Peter. I do it all the time!"

"You say it like it's the simplest thing on earth," Peter dreaded, to which Harry shrugged.

"Because it is! You just ask. How is it that I've only been at this school for 2 months and I've had more chicks than both you and Ned combined?"

"Hooking up is not a hobby of mine. That's why," Peter retorted with a pitifully unintimidating glare.

Harry shrugged with his shit-eating grin. "It's not my fault the girls and gays can't resist these lips."

Ned chimed in as he threw a french fry into his mouth. "Peter, this isn't like Liz last year. You and [Y/N] are already really close, dude. I'm sure you can just ask her. Who knows? She might say yes!"

"But what if she says no?," Peter groaned. "Then I'll just be one of those people she avoids and barely talks to out of awkwardness." He shifted in his seat nervously. "I don't want that."

"But if you don't say anything then you'll always regret it," Ned pointed out.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Peter, pull out your phone."

Peter raised his eyebrows in confusion, but followed Harry's instructions.

"Go to her in messages and say 'hey let's get dinner'." He smiled. "See? Simple."

Peter opened your messages in his phone and stared at your profile picture.

'You can do this, Peter. You can do this.'

He bit his lip. "Okay but should I say, 'let's get dinner' or 'do you want to get dinner'?" Seeing Harry's impatient face, he explained himself. "I just feel like those two sentences have completely different vibes, y'know?"

Harry glared at him. "Are you really about to have us telling you what to tell your crush like a bunch of girls?"

Peter didn't know how to answer that question seriously. "Uh...yes?"

Harry pondered the question for a small bit before simply shrugging and answering. "Hmm, go with 'let's get dinner', so you'll sound all confident and assertive."

"Okay."

Before Peter could press send without thinking twice, Ned stopped him. "Well, actually now you sound a little aggressive, man."

"Really?," Peter asked with a wince, immediately erasing the message.

"Yeah, I mean the last thing you wanna be like is the guy that's all like 'let's get dinner' like you're some kind of caveman."

Peter groaned. "Oh no, definitely not."

Ned ate another fry. "You want to ask her to dinner, not tell her to dinner."

"I'll go with 'do you want to get dinner' then," Peter said with a nod.

That one didn't sit well with Harry. "No Pete. Cuz now you sound like a pussy."

Peter slammed his phone onto the lunch table. "This stuff is tough!"

Ned turned towards Harry. "No but listen. The last thing Peter wants to do is come off as the overly masculine type that's all like 'let's get dinner cuz I'm the breadwinner, bitch', y'know?"

Harry shook his head. "Yeah but women also love assertiveness. You have to know what you want."

Peter stared at the table, desperately wanting the conversation to be over. Why would he even go to these two for relationship advice? Harry was the king of hookups and Ned's relationships never lasted longer than a few weeks. What was he thinking? For a guy with a 4.5 GPA, he sure did feel stupid.

"I got it!," Ned exclaimed. "Okay. Text her this. 'Dinner would be something that I would enjoy taking you on, but only if YOU were also interested in attending the meal'." He held his hands up for praise.

Harry nodded. "Mhm. Perfect balance. And the more words the better."

Peter just stared back at them, wondering where he'd gone wrong in life. "...no.... I'm not gonna send her that."

Harry shrugged. "Welp,' he sighed. "I guess some people just don't want to be helped."

So close to slamming his head into the table in front of him, Peter felt a tsunami of relief hit when he saw Asher walk into the cafeteria.

Asher was your best friend. If anyone knew the proper way you'd want to be asked out, it'd be him.

The second Asher noticed Peter looking at him, he made his way over. "Hey Peter. What's up?," he asked as he found an empty seat.

Harry spoke up before Peter had the chance. "Hey Ash. Pick one. 'Let's get dinner' or 'do you want to get dinner'."

Asher thought for a second. "Depends on the girl," he said before taking a bite into his apple. "-but 'do you want to get dinner' is nicer. Why?"

Harry slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it!"

"Yes!," Ned cheered.

Asher looked around the table. "Okay, by why?"

Harry and Ned went quiet and looked to Peter, who was staring anywhere to avoid eye contact. He began to mumble pitifully."I....I-i wanna.. I wanna-"

Harry and Ned spoke up, already tired of the conversation not getting anywhere. "He wants to ask-"

"-I wanna ask [Y/N] out!," he blurted, feeling his cheeks start to burn when Asher's smirk turned into a wide grin.

"Well it's about time!," he exclaimed. "She's been crazy about you since you met."

"Really? She has?," Peter asked. That wasn't even in the realm of possibility in his mind.

Asher nodded. "She's always going off to me about how-" he mocked your higher pitched voice. "I've been dropping him hints since, like, foreverrrr!"

"Seriously?! She has?"

Ned laughed. "Well Peter. She has been calling you cute since the day she met you..."

"But I just always thought it was the friendly kind of cute, y'know?," he rambled. "Not the boyfriend type cute!"

"How many girls are out here calling you cute for you to make that assumption, dude?," Harry asked.

Asher sighed. "So this is what it's like to have low confidence." He shook his head and gave Peter a disappointed look. "I can't say I like witnessing this, Pete."

"Just-" Peter groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Just tell me what will work, okay? I need to ask her out perfectly."

Asher tilted his head in confusion. "She's a simple girl. You just have to straight up ask her out. What's the confusion there?"

"That's what I said!," Harry yelled.

"You know he's got to make it difficult for himself for no reason," Ned pointed out.

"Okay can we all talk about how terrible I am at this after you help me?," Peter begged.

"...yeah."

"Sure."

"Ugh, fine."

Peter sighed. "Alright. So?"

"What are you going for?," Asher asked. "Like a gift or something?"

"I just want whatever's the absolute best way to ask her out."

Asher pinched the bridge of his nose. If he was gonna set you up with your crush, he wanted it to happen right.

"Okay," he said, staring Peter in the eyes with a new sort of intensity. "Think about your best moments with her. Now pick something special from all those moments and voila! You'll have it!"

Peter nodded and stared at the ground as he thought for a while about everything he'd done with you since the beginning of school. You were truly the most extraordinary, most confident girl he'd ever met.

Every time he'd thought you couldn't get more perfect, you'd just show him another side of you that was better than the rest. He always stayed endlessly impressed and most of all, he felt as if he didn't have to try too hard with you. He could be himself and mess up as many times as he could manage and you still stuck around, showing him that there needn't be any worries.

And your style? Fuck, you could make anything work for him. You were the only one who could get him out of his comfort zone and in front of a camera, for something as frivolous as a TikTok. But he'd always do it, and even find the fun in it, because it made you happy.

"Remember how we freaked out that first time when she called you cute, Pete?," Ned said. "She said that you were cute and that you only had to put it use!"

Harry laughed. "This girl is literally giving you the instructions, Peter. Take them."

"Hmm." Peter looked up with a smile and snapped his fingers. "I got it."

-

You tossed popcorn into your mouth and snuggled yourself further into the blanket. "Ash, how can you even say that? 'It' is a horror movie!"

"Yeah, technically," he retorted. "But there's literally not a single part of the movie that's scary. It's more of a drama than anything else."

"You realize the clown phobia rate skyrocketed when the movie came out right?"

Asher scoffed. "Uh, your point? It's not my fault some pussies couldn't sit through it. Still a drama. The story definitely played with your emotions more than your fears."

"Whateverrrr," you laughed. "I can't deal with you."

"Pennywise literally got up and did this," he said before breaking out into Pennywise's dance. He laughed as he kicked his legs out. "What kind of horror movie has this crap in it?" He stopped when he felt the full force of you throwing a pillow on his face. "Ugh!"

"Sit down and get under the covers, idiot," you hissed. "I wanna keep watching these HORROR films."

"Whateverrrr," he drawled out, mocking you. He sighed and plopped down next to you, grabbing a handful of popcorn after.

When school was getting suffocating, marathoning horror movies with Asher were a must. He had an endless repertoire and all the time in the world for his best friend.

Halfway through 'It: Chapter 2' though, the movie was the least of your focus and instead was TikTok.

What could you say? The app was addictive.

It was a big, entertaining, completely useless collage of everything every no-name had to offer, from stupid debates to cringey POV's to fun dance routines.

You tried to hook every friend you could on it. Asher, of course, already knew about it since it first came out and he, of course, had thousands of followers because most of what he posted was random thirsts traps whenever he was feeling hot, which was always. And thirsts traps are always in high demand for the people on TikTok.

You tried to hook MJ on it, but she'd already decided that she didn't like it before even giving it a chance. Even the messy, political side didn't reel her in.

Of course then there was Peter, who didn't know was TikTok even was before he met you. You made it your sole mission to get him hooked, but you'd since given up on that. It was a lost cause. The only time he probably ever saw TikTok nowadays was when he was doing dances with you before gym started. He let you put the app on his phone but he never used it. You wouldn't even put it past him to have deleted it, but it was whatever. TikTok had started his friendship with you, so needless to say, it'd done an amazing job in your life.

Plus your followers were always asking about him. All of the "omg couple goalssss" and "you guys look so cute together" served as massive confidence boosters. A girl can dream, right?

You shifted over a bit when you felt Ash getting closer and closer to you.

When he moved over again, you scooted away, only for him to get closer again. "Ash, what is your deal?"

"Easy there," he chuckled, backing up a little. "I'm looking at the phone, not you."

"You've been all up in my phone all day, what's up?"

"I can't tell you," he shrugged, a sly smirk stretching across his face. "But," he pointed to your tiny screen. "Some idiot is taking wayyyy too long to shoot his shot."

"Shoot his shot?" You gasped. "Who?"

"I'm not at liberty to say," he said with a smirk.

"Nooooo," you whined. "If someone has a crush on me you gotta spill! C'mon, please?"

He laughed and repeated himself. "I'm sorry, but I am not at liberty to say!"

"Bullshit! Who is it? C'mon! C'monnnnnn!"

He shrugged and this time you knew that he was dead set on not giving up the mystery guy.

"Ugh," you pouted. "Fine. Let's just finish the stupid movie."

-

"Kids next door, battle stations!!!!"

And now it was sometime after midnight. The popcorn was all gone. The movie was done and now you were watching old cartoons so that the horror movie wouldn't be the last thing on your mind before bed.

Looking over, you saw that Asher didn't need any cartoons like you did. He was already passed out, snoring as loud as ever.

Grumbling in boredom, you stared at the wall, trying to connect the tiny dots in the designs. It was like something was officially keeping you from being able to fall asleep.

*Ding!*

At the sound of your phone receiving a text, you sat up curiously. Who was texting you at this hour?

You smiled when you saw that it was Peter.

Pete: hey y/n

You were about to send him a quick,"why are you up this late" text, but he kept typing.

Pete: pls dont judge me too hard for this

With that completely vague warning, you furrowed your eyebrows, concerned.

Y/n: whats up r u okay

He sent you a link next, which confused you, but not as much as when you actually pressed it.

It led you to TikTok, and the video was waiting to be pressed to start. Peter was standing in the middle of the screen with one of his typical corny sweatshirts on. The caption at the top read: "For [Y/N] Only". Smiling already, you quickly pressed play.

You slapped your hand over your mouth. "Oh my God."

"So he finally got the guts, huh?," Asher mumbled, having woken up from the loud music on your phone but was still half-asleep.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you?," you asked. You turned down your phone.

"Don't worry about me, you just got a boyfriend," he chuckled, moving to lay down so he could get to sleep again. "Text him back for god's sake."

~~~

Y/n: its been almost a whole year and youre still so cute when you make those

Pete: haha thanks

Pete: uh

Pete: i really like you y/n

Pete: do u think you'd wanna go out with me or get dinner sometime?

~~~

"He asked me out," you gasped. "Ash, he asked me out!"

Asher rolled over and groaned. "I thought that was already established? Jesus, you two couldn't possibly be moving any slower."

You rolled your eyes. "Fuck you."

"Nah, you're with Peter now," he laughed. "You're gonna have to fuck him instead!" That comment earned him another pillow to the face.

You looked back at the messages and sent a tiny cute one. You smirked at the new idea of what was about to happen and turned it off before going to sleep.

~~~

Y/n: kiss me at school tomorrow and find out

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Didn't do a third edit cuz I got lazy but I'm pretty happy with the turnout anyway. Thanks for reading!

Tagging: @allegra-writes, @allegra-soleil, @yumings, @hey-its-grey, @spideyyeet, @sunkissedspidey, @tommyunderoos, @chaoticpete, @snarky--starky, @sovereignparker, @thesherlockianavenger, @bubblebucky, @kelieah, @eridanuswave, @ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr, @kidney9-9, @gwenvrse

[imaginedxlan]

Champagne & Shackles; Beta Part Two (Fred Weasley)

a/n: i’m SORRY i’m terrible at time management, school is kicking me ass. i had no idea so many of you had the same affinity for the brothers of the beta fraternity as i do, this is for all my frat rats out there i love you most. this is an ode to my very favorite date party theme: champagne and shackles. in which you and you’re chad or brad of a date are candcuffed together until you finish a massive bottle of champagne between the two of you.

weeks after the infamous beta darty, you can’t seem to pull your thoughts or presence away from the ginger boy who made your heart skip a beat. That is, until you’re invited to the beta champagne and shackled date party.

y/f/n: your friend’s name

warnings: cussing, alcohol, mentions of sex, modern!fred, and also very typical frat boy lingo stolen straight from the mouths of frat boy i associate myself with

disclaimer: while they’re semi-drunk in this they’re still coherent and stable enough to know what they’re doing. nothing that happens in this is coercive or decided under an incapacitated mind. king freddie would never take advantage of a girl like that.

part one

consumed.

You have been completely consumed with the the thought of a certain red head for weeks now. Since you kissed him goodbye on your front lawn, the image of Fred Weasley has yet to leave your brain. While you’ve been at the same school for almost two years, you’ve seen him more in the few weeks following the beta darty than you have in the 18 months you’ve spent on campus. Lines in coffee shops, the terrace at the union, the corners of the library you’ve inhabited for years. He’s everywhere. Not that you’re complaining.

The grin that plays across his lips every time you catch his eye sends your heart into overdrive. You’ve spent countless nights awake in y/f/n’s bed analysing every text, every snapchat, every story. You replay the day in the beta backyard at least once a day, yearning for the feeling of his touch on your skin. You’ve hardly returned to the brick-faced mansion, however. You’ve of course been invited through Draco and the countless group messages that flood your phone the nights leading up to a beta party, but you want him to invite you. You want him to want you there.

Of course he wants you there. He spends hours in that filthy basement he calls home every weekend searching for you among the dozens of drunk girls, hoping you had decided to turn up this time. But you’re not there.

Y/f/n mentioned date party to you this past weekend. Draco being social chair of the fraternity, he’s been planning the function for weeks. Champagne and Shackles. A fan favorite among every sorority girl throughout the school. Mixing together handcuffs and a massive bottle of champagne would have nearly anyone begging for an invite. You decide not to get your hopes up, constantly reminding yourself that while he is the boy that made you feel like you were the only two people in the world while you were surrounded by hundreds of drunk college boys, he’s still a twenty year old beta boy. It’s hard to stray from the hook up culture that he’s been practically bred into. Nevertheless, there is still a glimmer of hope in you that you’ll be cuffed to him this Saturday night instead of another girl he’s probably found on greek row.

He’s been drafting this text in the notes app of his phone for three days now. He’s changed the wording, the punctuation and the amount of details in his intended invite to you one hundred times now. George and Oliver groan every time he stops their studying or game of Call of Duty to read them the revised text he’s come up with this time.

“My god, Weasley, you’re acting like you’re writing your vows.” Oliver jokes, setting his xbox controller down on the makeshift coffee table in the twins room. “Just send it, you know she’ll say yes.”

But that’s the problem, he doesn’t know that.

“Wood we’ve thrown six times in the past month, she’s come once.” Fred reminds him of the painful fact that it seems like you’re just not that into him. “If I was sure she was gonna say yes I would have done it by now.”

George snatches his twin’s phone from his hands, copying the now final draft of this overly thought out text asking you to his date party. Before Fred can spring up from his bed, George has already got the message pasted into Fred’s text chain with you and hit send, making the color drain from his twin’s face.

“Are you fucking serious, George.” Fred finally reaches his younger brother and tackles him to the ground. “I barely read through it she’s gonna think I’m a fucking weirdo.”

George is able to shake his brother off of him, bursting out laughing with Oliver at Fred’s crazed state. George knew Fred had feelings for you, well practically every who spoke to a drunk him for more that ten minutes knew, but it was still comical to see his twin get so worked up over a girl he hadn’t even slept with yet.

“Fred you’ve been reading the stupid thing for an hour now,” He points out, Oliver nods his head in agreement. “What’s the worst that could happen? Huh? She says no and you ask one of the eight hundred other girls who fawn over you every chance they get. I know you like her Freddie but this isn’t a life or death thing.”

As Fred caught his breath from his outburst, he knew George had a point. He wouldn’t drop dead if you rejected his offer, but it sure help like he would.

hey idk if you’ve heard but our date party is this saturday and i was wondering if you would want to come

Your phone lights up just as you sit down to eat dinner with a couple of your friends. Once you see the name fred weasley next to the notification your heart stops. Taking y/f/n’s hand in yours, you turn the screen so she can read it. Her lips turn up in a grin as she squeezes your hand.

“I told you he would ask you,” She squeals, shaking her shoulders in her little ‘happy dance’ as she likes to put it. “Draco won’t stop talking about how tweaked Weasley’s been over some stupid text. I knew it was about you, I just knew it.”

You laugh at her imitation of her boyfriend, knowing it’s not far off from how he actually sounds. You reread the text probably thirty times, feeling even more giddy over such a simple and honestly not very personal text, but you don’t care. He asked you.

You spend far less time crafting a response than Fred did writing the initial text to you. If what y/f/n said is true and he really mulled over this for days, you may pass out.

i’d love to :)

The love seemed a bit overboard in your opinion, but y/f/n convinced you that it was a perfect response. You didn’t allow yourself to start looking for possible dress options until he really asked you, afraid you might jinx it if you bought a dress prematurely. Now, however, you’re on a time crunch. Someone in the house had to have something you could borrow. That night you try on at least ten dresses, all the girls on your floor flooding your room gushing over the fact that the Fred Weasley is taking you to his date party. He’s someone nearly everyone knows, and if they didn’t they were probably a geed, or lived in sophomore slums.

You finally land on a dark blue, spaghetti strapped sequin dress that clung tight to your curves. While nearly every dress you tried on felt like it might work, this is champagne and shackles after all, you have to dress to impress. Y/f/n won’t stop talking about what Fred will do the minute he sees you in the dress, praying she gets to watch his jaw drop. The two of you stay up late into the night again mushing over the thought of the two of you being swept off your feet by beta boys, the same boys you could hardly think about a month ago without becoming nauseous.

pregames at the house, malfoy and i will come by yours to grab you and y/f/n at 6:30

The text comes in Friday night. You can hardly contain the bubbling feeling in your stomach. As much as you feel like you’re sixteen years old again, you don’t care. You’ve finally joined the ninety percent of girls on greek row in one category, you’re crushing on Fred Weasley.

As the day finally rolls around, Fred is surprisingly back to his calm and collected demeanor. As much as the boys, and to be honest he himself, expected him to be bouncing off the walls over a slew of what if’s regarding the night ahead of him, he was rather calm about it all. He’s one half of the coveted Weasley Twins after all, he has a reputation to uphold.

The same cannot be said for you. As you curl your hair and apply your makeup to perfection, you can’t stop your knee from bouncing under the vanity counter you’re sat in front of. What if he secretly thinks you look bad in your dress? That you look like you tried to hard? As much as y/f/n tried to remind you of the fact that he was the one nervous about asking you, nothing seems to ease your growing anxiety. The hours tick closer to six-thirty and you sit patiently on your bed, completely ready and aimlessly scrolling through your socials to keep your mind off of the fact that in only twenty minutes Fred and Draco would be at your door to take you back to beta. The actual date party would be at one of the satellite houses, the penthouse of a nearby apartment paid for by betas massive budget.

Y/f/n takes your hand and forces you to look at her.

“Y/n,” She begins, now holding both of your hands between hers. “You are the hottest bitch this campus has ever seen. No one, not even Fred Weasley, deserves to be blessed with the absolute vision you are right now, but I guess he’ll have to do.”

You laugh at her attempt to hype you up in ten hopes that the knots in your stomach fade away. They partially do, but part of you is still in shambles over the thought of seeing him. He probably looks like even more of a greek god in a suit. Y/f/n’s phone buzzes with an ever so poetic ‘here’ text from her boyfriend and she gives your hands one more squeeze before dragging you down the staircase of your house. The boys are waiting just beyond the lawn, the same one you kissed Fred on weeks ago. The two of them have their hands in their pockets, looking like they’re deep in conversation, not even noticing that you and y/f/n are standing walking toward them.

He’s wearing a dark gray suit with a white button down with the top three buttons undone. His hair is perfectly messy. You didn’t even think it was possible for him to get any hotter, but here he is.

The boys turn their heads and immediately stop their conversation. The blonde’s face turns up in a smirk as his eyes trail over y/f/n’s body, but Fred is standing perfectly still with his mouth slightly agape as he watches you come closer to him. His cool and collected affect quickly runs out of his body as he watches your dress glitter under the street light.

“Told you.” Y/f/n whispers in your ear before she drops your hand to meet her boyfriend.

Draco greets y/f/n with a kiss and Fred pulls you into a hug. You melt at his touch. Even in the heels you borrowed from y/f/n, he still towers over you, his chin resting on top of your head.

“You look...” Fred trails off, trying to find the words to describe the sight in front of him. Heavenly, goddess like, like he might just skip the date party and get down on one knee. “...incredible.”

You muster up whatever confidence you have in the midst of your imposing anxiety to give him a somewhat composed reply. “You don’t look half bad yourself, Weasley.”

That heart-melting, mind-scrambling smile returns to his lips before the four of you begin walking what to the beta house. Fred keeps his hand on the small of your back the entire walk, desperately trying to keep you close to him.

The ungodly amount of alcohol you consume at the pregame seems to overtake any remaining worries in your body. Fred never leaves your side, as if you’re already cuffed together before you even arrive at the function itself. You talk with George and Oliver again, and meet some of Fred’s other fraternity brothers like Lee Jordan and Theo Nott. They all seem to know who you are before you can even introduce yourself. It would be difficult to not know your face after watching fred gawk over your every instagram post. Any sort of reservations you once held about the beta boys melt away. They may be wildly intimidating to a stranger that passed them on the street, but watching the boys sing along to whatever song is blasting through the speaker while dancing like they’ve just learned to walk shows you that they’re like every other boy you’ve met.

The walk to the penthouse is short, but it seems to take forever to reign everyone in everyone once in a while. Fred is continuously checking up on you, grasping your hand or your waist, making sure you aren’t cold in your dress. The second you make it to the penthouse you’re immediately cuffed to the red haired boy and handed a comically large bottle of champagne and told the rules.

No unshackling until you’ve finished the bottle.

The party is far more cramped than the one in their backyard. You can’t bring yourself to care about the occasionally bumps from someone in the crowd or the growing smell of alcohol around you. You’re completely consumed by the angelic giant dancing with you. Even with the handcuffs, Fred’s fingers are still intertwined with yours as his other hand is holding you close to his body, roaming from your waist to your back and over your ass. Anytime you go to open the bottle you’d been given at the door to continue on feeding the buzzed state you’ve been in since you arrived at the beta house, Fred stops you. He still grabs you drinks from the makeshift bar and pulls you into the ‘shot room’ to send copious amounts of burning liquor down your throat, but the bottle stays off limits.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you this month, y/n.” Fred hiccups his way through his confession as his lips are pressed close to your ear to make sure you hear every word he says over the loud music. “You do something to me.”

You know whatever you try to say will come out slurred, so you do the next best thing you can think of to tell him that you’re feeling the same way. You wrap your free hand behind his neck to press your lips to his. He immediately pulls you closer into him like he was a dying man grasping onto his only source of oxygen. Again, with your lips tangled in his, you’re suddenly the only two in the room. This moment is one you know will occupy your thoughts until the end of time. Held by the boy you’re completely enamored with as the world seems to stop around you. In every sense of the word, it is perfect.

When you pull away from each other to gasp for air, you move your lips to his ear.

“Why can’t I open the champagne?”

He leans back to look you in the eyes. The colored led lights changing on his face make him somehow even more breathtaking. That same smile appears on his lips before he leans down toward you again.

“I don’t want to finish it,” He yells over the bass of the speaker. “I want you to be stuck with me for as long as possible.”

Without a second thought, you pull your hands together to take the bottle from Fred’s free hand to pop the cork off the top before he can stop you. You bring the freshly opened champagne to your lips and take a swig before offering it over to him. His brows furrow in confusion, wondering if maybe you do want to be unchained from him.

“Freddie, if you think it’s going to take an empty bottle to get rid of me you’re wrong,” You try to shout, even in all the noise he hears you and his chest tightens. “Cuffed or not, I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

He doesn’t reply, he simply takes the bottle from your hand and begins to chugs the fizzy drink, spilling over his face slightly. Watching him fumble over the liquid you know isn’t easy to take in large amounts, you can’t help but laugh at the sight in front of you. The words of Kid Cudi’s Pursuit of Happiness flood yours ears and you pull yourself right back against Fred’s body. He pulls the bottle from his mouth and hands it back to you before bringing his hand to your cheek to meet your lips once again. You’re sure you’re perfectly done hair and makeup is a wreck by now but your mind is continuously pulled back to the impossible reality that you’re kissing Fred Weasley. Of all the girls in the party, on this campus that flock to his side any chance they get, you’re the one that Fred Weasley suddenly became nervous around. The one he spent days wracking his brain to craft the perfect image of himself to.

His hand entangles in your more than likely sweaty hair, keeping you held exactly in place against his body as his hips sway against yours. His lips move from yours to your jaw, placing quick and light kisses across the skin. Something that would under any circumstance feel sexually driven feels lighthearted, pulling numerous giggles from your lips. His hand wanders down to your side and in a swift motion begins to tickle you through you dress. You laugh only become louder as you try to keep from doubling over.

“Fred!” You squeal through the stream of giggles. “Freddie stop!”

When you begin to snort, Fred loses it. He can no longer contain his stoic face he had on when he began to tease you. You’re eventually pulled from the party, Freds hand clasping yours as he discards the empty bottle in some corner of the penthouse and brings you to be unchained from him by the pledges standing by the entrance. Even with the cuffs off your wrists, you’re still chained to him as if you’re forced to be. 

Before you can leave the apartment, Fred’s jacket is shrugged from his shoulders and placed around yours. You pull yours arms through the sleeves that are obviously too long for you. “What a gentleman.”

“Can’t have you catching a cold,” He replies, holding you by your waist as you walk back to the beta house. You’ve never seen it so empty or quiet, no one around with the exception of a few boys studying in their lounge. You return to the bedroom you were in only hours ago, it’s a mess from the pregame but you’re able to make out Fred’s bed from his brothers. Massive movie posters and stolen items from various sororities hanging on the walls around his bed, the Good Will Hunting poster above the bed with the blue comforter being a dead giveaway that it belonged to Fred. He told you it was his favorite one night.

“You don’t have to, but you’re welcome to crash here,” He asks, beginning unbutton his now stained dress shirt, revealing his toned abdomen. It’s a sight you don’t think you’ll ever quite get used to. You stop yourself from nearly drooling and shake yourself back to reality. “You can borrow some clothes, probably be pretty big on you but they’d be better than that dress.”

He already has a tee shirt and boxers held out for you. He’s secretly hoping you’re too tired to walk back to your own house so he can spend a little while longer with you. Taking the clothing from his hands, you begin to slip the straps of your dress down, signalling Fred to immediately turn around to give you some privacy. You mouth a quick oh my god to yourself before continuing the change into the boy’s clothing.

“You can turn around,” You tell him and his eyes meet yours once again. He gives you a quick once over before his lips break out in a smile. “What? What are you so smiley over?”

“I like you in my clothes.”

Immediately your heart begins to hammer in your chest as your cheeks begin to heat up. Exhaustion washes over you, the lack of sleep you got in the past week due to your constant overthinking finally catch up to you. After switching off the lights, he pulls back him dark comforter to let you slip into the warmth of his bed. As soon as your settled you turn on your side to face him. You’re both quiet, wordlessly taking in the sight of each other.

“I like you, y/n. A lot,” He finally breaks the silence. You can’t help but wonder if he’s drunker than he’s let on. He’s not, he knows exactly what he’s saying and means every word. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before.”

You reach over to trace your finger up his defined cheek bones before resting your palm on the side of his face. His arm is lazily slung over your waist, absentmindedly keeping you close to him. You lean in further, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I like you, Freddie, more than you know,” You confess. Your heart has never felt more full, you’re sure this whole month has been a dream and every second you’re terrified to wake up without even knowing Fred Weasley like you do now. “Thank you for taking me tonight.”

He softly chuckles, his hand moving up your body to stroke through your hair. Even in the dark you can see his bright smile, you’re new favorite sight. “I should be the one thanking you,” He tells you. “You have no idea how nervous I was that you wouldn’t come.”

You continue to shift closer to him, trying to expel the practically nonexistent space between the two of you. You nestle your face into the crook of his neck, finding his steady pulse quite calming. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Freddie.”

“I like it when you call me Freddie.”

You hum a response, suddenly becoming too tired to even speak. The warmth of his body radiating against yours mixed with the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you further into a deep sleep. His arms return to being wrapped around your waist, drinking in this moment and silently praying in would last forever. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before whispering, “Goodnight, y/n.”

Hours later George, Lee and Oliver stumble into the room, all with slices of pizza from the late night shop down the street and are met with the sight of you and Fred tangled in the sheets, light snores coming from the red haired boy. They wish they could find something about the moment that they would tease him about later, but they come up short. The image laid out in front of them looks like it was taken straight from a movie.

Needless to say your constant thoughts of the beta boy are soon replaced by his presence anywhere and everywhere you go. You aren’t sure of many things in life, but you’re certain that he was made for you and you for him.

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[lemon-boy-stan]

revolt with romance - king jinheung x reader

so, lol. guess who started watching kdrama? this is probably gonna flop but idk lol. genre: smut. warnings: swearing, title kink, oral (f. receiving), over stimulation, double orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

Jinheung’s mother was ambitious but you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Sure, you got extra privileges other people didn’t, but surely you didn’t have to be cooped up inside the inn almost twenty-four-seven.

You knew that Jin hated it. Being hidden. Unable to do anything. As did you, equally so.

You didn’t know which you loathed more - being stuck in the same place every day, scared you might get killed in your sleep, or his mother - who you’d agreed to keep your mouth shut about, Jinheung had said not to poke the snake too much or she might explode (by ‘explode’, he meant ‘seperate the two of you by all means necessary’ because Ji Soo liked to wreak emotional damage). 

Being together was already pressing the woman’s buttons. She didn’t want people knowing her son existed. So she gave him a choice; “you can either be silent the rest of your life or be silent with that stupid girl to entertain you,” and without breaking any of the Queen’s limbs Jinheung agreed, only with your consent.

The two of you were close, if people looked they would be able to tell (of course, no-one knew who you were enough to care to catch so much as a silhouette) that you and the king had been together for a very long time.

It was somewhere close to midnight and the game of chess was getting boring, you threw your head up and groaned loudly, one of your best pieces had just been killed, making Jinheung chuckle softly and you glare at him in response.

The rest of the inn would definitely be asleep by now; not even its keeper was awake. The servants were asleep as well (but it wasn’t like they went in your room, that was off-limits.) and the room itself was uncomfortably quiet as the moon shone through the windows.

“Is she even going to let us get properly married?” Jinheung hissed, taking another of your pieces off the board. You shrugged, your mind wasn’t really on that right now. You were more focused on the apparent assassin who’d been sent to kill the both of you. 

"And I've heard the rumors. Do you know what they call us? Do you know what they call the man and his woman from Otka?" He used a dangerous tone.

“We just need time, Jin.” you said quietly, bringing a smile on your face so you might have a chance at lightening the mood. Alas, your masterful attempt ended with disaster; Jinheung merely rolled his eyes, "it's disgraceful. If they knew... if they knew who they called ghost slut and faceless bastard..."

"So, let's use our names," you say suddenly, changing your mind, determined to keep Jinheung in a good mood, Jin frowns, his beautiful sharp eyebrows furrowing as he ponders the vices and virtues of your statement.

He opens his mouth, most likely to shut the conversation down and shake his head, but you cut him off, eager to win him over.

You're both adults, and not too far off from your seats on the throne. You both know how to use a sword and how to defend yourselves.

"It would be a bit strange, wouldn't it?" You began with a soft smile, "if the capital finally learnt who the king was but the queen killed his soon-to-be queen not fairly after?"

Jinheung curls his lip -if there was one thing he loved about you so much he wouldn't trade for the world it would be how bold you were; you weren't officially married yet.

Did twenty-six years not show you what love truly was?

Jinheung's mind hissed the words at himself. Jinheung sighed and you let out a half-hearted sigh; he frowned, this was not the reaction he wanted.

"But it's fine. I was just -" Jinheung moves the board and table it was on in one swift move, the pieces cluttering to the side silently.

Then he lunges forwards, groaning softly, black hair tickling against your skin; and soon his lips are on yours....

"Lin Y/N," Jinheung's voice makes you throw your head up in pleasure, "You're beautiful. Prettier than the stars, moon, and sun combined, more ephiphanic than every flower in all of Silla, yet stronger than fire from a bon, and your skin -"

"Jinheung," you hiss loudly, "hurry up." He smiles again, this time properly, to both sides, a smile you haven't seen in a long time.

"You weren't going to let me finish my speech?" Jinheung smirks, his sharp eyes getting darker, "you're quite -" he looks for the right words, "daring." And finally finds it. "But," he strokes your skin softly with his hand, "you'll soon learn," and slides your robe off carefully, making you moan at the cold touch of the air, "the consequences," another brush of his fingers, "of interrupting," he places a kiss on your stomach, "my speech." And smiles again.

"You insufferable bas -" you begin. However, due to Jinheung's tongue making its way down to your clit you interrupt yourself with a moan, "Jinheung," the way you say his name is so satisfactory that he keeps going even though his original intent was to reprimand you, but so what? Anything to annoy the Queen would suffice as satisfactory. "Jinh -" he interrupts you with a finger pressed on your lips and you throw your head back again, moaning quietly.

"Our children," he starts, leaning back down to admire the view of your cold skin, "will have truer bones," bends his head down, "than the snake herself," and dives his tongue inside you. "So true," he whispers, "that their names will be in the next book of Tae Te Ching,"

You nod wanton, tangling his black locks with your fingers, his tongue playing with your clit, teeth tugging and pulling on all your soft spots. "You're a pretty girl, Lin Y/N," he whispers, "and a sly minx. Show the world," he breathed in a soft husky voice, his tongue vibrating against your skin, "tell them. Tell them who you belong to, who their nameless king really is..."

Jinheung spreads your legs and rolls his tongue, making you breathe sharply, even pant, he knows exactly how to wrap you around his finger.

"My king..." the phrase is much louder than you intend and Jinheung smiles again, "Jinheung... please..." he breathes on your skin and you gasp loudly.

"Tell me," he whispers, "who am I, my precious flower? Shout my name and my title to the world, sigya."

"Jinheung!" You cry his name out; Jinheung's gone and bitten your clit while hooking two fingers in your spot. "My king..." You're breathless as you moan, "my king, Jinheung. Jinheung. Please, I need you..."

"How much do you need me?" He smirks, face still buried in you, hair still in your weak grasp, "how much do you need your king, Jigya? Revolt. Revolt with romance, Lin Y/N."

"Bastardly pervert," you hiss fondly, to which he replies with the shake of his head and a tingle that goes all the way up to your stomach, "no," shaking his head, you frown, "no?" Another shake, "no."

A few seconds of silence reigns, tension building, "your bastardly pervert," he's smirking now, you moan softly, "and your king." Jinheung has taken his clothes off and even though you've seen him naked many timed he's even more beautiful.

"And you," he strokes your clit before parting with the wetness even though cum is dripping from your thighs, instead, Jinheung lines himself up with your body; he's now hovering over you.... "You, Lin Y/N, are my queen." And without warning, Jinheung slides inside you.

Now you scream, you cry out in pain and pleasure although he's not sure which is which so he sushes you but praises you at the same time; "My king, Jinheung! Jinheung!"

Now both of you are moaning and breathless as Jinheung goes faster, thrusting, palms pressing against the floor, kissing you into moans every time he goes down. "Y/N..." he's only out of breath an hour later and by now you're sure that everyone in Silla has not only woken but lost their purity as well; there was no point in covering a child's ears.

There was no doubt that Jinheung was huge, sometimes he hurt but tonight he didn't. “Jinheung...” you moaned his name as he groaned yours, “Y/N...” his breathing was heavy, and his thrusting became sloppy, he grunted your name as you screamed, you came a second time.... Jinheung spilled into you, breathless.

“I love you, Y/N...” he breathed lazily, going down one last time to place a kiss on your forehead before finally collapsing, it would be a while until you would clean up but you didn’t care, “I love you, too, my king,” you whispered, Jinheung gave you a look, “I love you, too, Jinheung,” you corrected yourself with a sly smile.

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[sundaeserenade]

okay! so the pokemas legendary event: father or foe. I have things to say so I will say them. and if you don’t want spoilers, uhmmm don’t read this! okay thanks okay.

first of all, i like how ghetsis just. shows up. like he’s just there. that’s great, A+ Second of all, I know the point of that battle between N, Silver, Brendan and Norman was to showcase how strong Brendan and Norman’s father-son bond was. but it’s so fucking funny to me that they’re fighting against two legendary pokemon. and they’ve got a fucking slaking and a fucking uhh sceptile like. Ho-oh is fucking fire/flying, but Norman and Brendan won??? but whatever, moving on.

glad that they put silver in this. like even with the plot point later on with giovanni, i just like that silver is here. i like silver. i like his way of speaking. because in a world of pokemon protagonists that are naive and idealistic, silver’s realism and straightforwardness is very needed. so thanks silver, for being that bro.

anyway, I love N’s answer to Ghetsis’ proposition for them to be father-son again. He says he just needs time to think. That shows such maturity. And the fact that they put that alongside Nate’s very black and white (lol) way of thinking, is good. Nate is like “Ghetsis did some fucked up shit. get him outta here” but N has history with Ghetsis and is hesitant.

and y’know what, Nate is right honestly, because Ghetsis did some fucked up shit!! I know a lot of people have not played gen 5 but Ghetsis is a BITCH!!! He’s manipulative and abusive, he said some fucked up shit to N, he tried to fuck over unova TWICE, he’s not a good dude. And it’s interesting! bc in bw2, y’know, former team plasma members are trying to make up for their crimes from the first game. and they point out that all they can do is apologize and do better, like they can try and make up for what they did and do what they can to make things right. and that’s what some of them are doing. and they acknowledge that this doesn’t like erase people’s pain or make them entitled to forgiveness.

but on the other side of that, you have ghetsis, who is not at all interested in that shit. he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong, he doesn’t want to change, fuck unova, fuck everything and everyone! So yeah! Nate is like FUCK GHETSIS and honestly, everyone should be like that but they weren’t there in unova so they get a pass.

and N is just hesitant. Because he sees that father-son bond and he wants that. he wants that connection. and think about how that resonates with so many people playing this game. like it fucking resonated with me! you want a bond with a family member that’s hurt you, and they come to you to try and make amends... and say it’s idealistic or naive or stupid, but there’s hope that it could work out this time.

ghetsis has manipulated and abused N in the past, and N knows this most of all, but he’s willing to move forward with their relationship if Ghetsis has truly changed. DAMN! that hits me hard. too many times we try and give people a second chance when they say they’ve changed, but it turns out they fucking haven’t and they hurt us all over again.

But I like that N takes the time to decide. He talks to Alder and gets his opinion, and I like that Alder is just honest as fuck about it. And N takes that into consideration, but still makes the choice himself, just like Silver advised him to. This is a choice he made after weighing his options and the outcomes.

And honestly, I was like... Ghetsis could go either way. They could keep him evil and have this be him trying to manipulate N again, OR they could pull a lusamine and have the story and the characters just forget about the abuse that he put N through and the chaos he put unova through. And I’m so happy to see that they kept him evil because HE IS evil and! He’s as fucking heartless as ever, being honest about how everyone is a tool to him.

That’s refreshing as fuck to me. After lusamine, i had no fucking hope for this game but DAMN let’s go, okay, Ghetsis staying evil? teaming up with giovanni? nice nice nice. love it.

But also, hold on, because Silver is a hero in this event. I loved hearing what he had to say, but this line that he had is so fucking important.

IM STILL IN SHOCK THAT THEY ACTUALLY SAID THIS LIKE??? idk i just wasn’t expecting it at all, and im SO GLAD they brought it up. Silver? Getting frustrated with Nate that he’s not trying to see things from N’s point of view? Nice. Very Nice. This is why I’m glad Silver’s here, because what other character would have the guts to say this? We need that blunt honesty a lot of the time. We need that straightforwardness to put some harsh truths out there.

I like that Nate stops and considers that now, they he apologizes and is like “I was thinking more about unova than about your feelings, N” and he APOLOGIZES!! LET’S GO!

There’s some good nuggets in this event, it’s so fucking GOOD.

It keeps getting better because with Alder reassuring N and offering advice, he shows that he’s more of a fucking.. father figure than Ghetsis will EVER be but he also just says that N’s grown and he’s got a good heart and N is so shocked...! He is still 100% suffering from what Ghetsis said/did to him before! because that trauma is still there! And he needs to be surrounded by people who really and truly care about him to support him now.

Okay but moving on, the Ghetsis and Giovanni team up was cool. I like how they kept summoning team break members out of nowhere?? fantastic. and of course giovanni was gonna backstab him. fucking. ghetsis you idiot, but anyway! N seeing that ghetsis is about to get his whole ass kicked and STILL stepping up to help him out?

Mm i have some mixed feelings about it, but N CAN talk to pokemon and he didn’t want anything to happen to Kyurem. And I’m glad that they put that in there and remembered that about N’s character because otherwise i’d be like “why would he help him, Ghetsis has revealed his true colors for like the third time there’s no reason to” but it also ties back into N just feeling sorry for this mother fucker and also just wanting a father figure.

but! after the battle, they leave. and Silver just glares at Giovanni and tells him to fuck off... this poor boy, but! we also have this comparison between silver KNOWING that his father will never change and that he’s not interested in changing, and now N coming to that conclusion with ghetsis. those two are not going to change. they don’t fucking care. they’re terrible people. and it’s a hard pill to swallow but silver’s already swallowed it. and now he’s helping N to get through what he’s already gone through.

so N just saved ghetsis’ ass and now they’re outside. And N says that he knows Ghetsis hasn’t changed, and if he causes trouble N will stop him. And Nate tells Ghetsis he hates him LOL and then is like why can’t you just fucking be a better person to N like for real.

and Ghetsis continues to be a sack of shit. and Nate gets upset and says something really touching, that N just wants a normal relationship with the man he calls his father. and Nate is real sensitive to this stuff, he wears his heart on his sleeve, y’know. but a lot of male pokemon protagonists are like that (gold, brendan i think?) but it’s just touching to have Nate be really invested. to have Nate and Silver both wanting to help N, and Nate is the more sensitive and idealistic of the two and Silver just adds that touch of realism. y’know, black and white?

but N is a bit of both, now. That’s what he gained on his journey, this understanding that problems aren’t so simple and that complexity is a part of life and that sometimes there isn’t a clear right answer. and sometimes things don’t go the way that you want, no matter how much you hope or wish for things to change.

and at the end... N understands that. He understands that while Ghetsis is a piece of shit and will ALWAYS be a piece of shit, he has people and pokemon around him and that’s all he needs. he doesn’t need a father. he’s just fine without one. Silver agrees, everyone fucking agrees. and it’s fucking touching. N’s got people in his life that care about him genuinely and that’s all he needs.

and that’s a real good message because first of all, Alder is right there and found family is abound, but also, it’s not pushing this fucking narrative that you should always, always forgive your family or the people who hurt you. sometimes, your family is shit! and you cut them out of your life for your own well being! many, many people have to do that. and instead of ignoring that every family isn’t the same and that people have shitty relationships with their families, this event is like “hey, everyone’s upbringing is different” and “if people who’ve hurt you aren’t going to sincerely apologize and make the effort to change, they aren’t worth your time” and “fuck ghetsis”

like those are good messages! and im mad because WHERE WAS THIS with the lusamine event??? lusamine abused both lily and gladion, but she’s okay?? she fucking almost drove the alola region into chaos but she’s forgiven?? no. i will never be about that. lily and gladion are both better off without her because i didn’t see an apology in sumo or in pokemas, the bitch just showed up and was like “okay!! we’re family!!” and even with the sumo endgame thing of lily taking lusamine to kanto to give her treatment, i need to SEE an apology and a genuine want to change

and you know what even if there is an apology? lily and gladion aren’t obligated to forgive her. it’s their choice, sure, but i think it was a choice forced onto them instead of it being something that they, as characters, seriously consider. and?? lusamine should be in jail. so.

like there’s no obligation for these kids to forgive their abusive parents. none at all. and N’s speech to ghetsis saying “i don’t think a true father-son relationship can happen between us so easily, but if you’ve had a true change of heart, show me through battle!” is so important because he wants to see for himself if there’s been a real change. N will decide AFTER the battle and after seeing ghetsis’ motivations if they can move forward.

and where was this with lily and gladion?? what did they ask or talk about with lusamine so that they know she’s being sincere?? and y’know what, where is the distrust?? especially for lily, because lusamine did some real fucked up shit!! it’s just not handled as well, and it could’ve been a great example of “kids need to get away from their abusive parents even if they promise change” because N made a choice and was hesitant but we didn’t get to see that development with gladion and lily. i know it’s pokemon, but i definitely think there’s a way they could’ve written them,, cutting lusamine out of their lives and it being like “okay, this is the best for both of us” because lusamine was a shit mother and also gladion and lily have found family in the selene, elio, hau and professor kukui and professor brunet SO.

but this event was pretty good and there were some very good moments in here. I’m glad ghetsis will stay evil and i’m glad they put silver in there as well, thanks. BUT WHERE WAS HILBERT????? WHHHHYYYYYY!!!!!

[kiara-carrera]

“actually i’m…i’m really not okay.” + Leah for the comfort starters?

convinced you can somehow read my mind across the internet because you're always picking the best prompts for them like this allowed me to write a hc that's been living in my head since may anyways. i also wanna fight myself bc this is like 3 fucking thousand words and its super fucking sad idk why i did this to myself. 

content warning for parental abuse and a mention of alcoholism.

In the middle of the night, something brushed against her face. 

She was asleep on her side, some of her hair falling into her eyes, but it was swept aside, the feeling tickling her skin and it caused her to stir briefly. But her eyes stayed shut and she merely burrowed deeper into her pillow.

Leah had never been much of a light sleeper, but the feeling of her bed dipping next to her seemed to rouse her enough. 

It took her a moment to settle into waking, eyes fluttering and lips smacking together tiredly to combat the dryness of her mouth. A tiny yawn escaped her, her eyes doing their best to adjust to the darkness of her room, the only source of light being the sparse moonlight that trickled in through her window.

It was enough to make out the shape beside her.

Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of them sitting on her bed, arm pulling back towards itself. It felt like something out of a horror movie or perhaps the evening news with the headline of a teenager being stolen from their bedroom. Fear gripped at her with icy hands, eyes widening at the realization that someone was in her room with her.

Lips parted, she was a mere second away for screaming out for her father and brother before a shred of moonlight at just the right second highlighted the unruly blond hair of the intruder.

Pushing up on one shaky hand, she asked, “JJ?”

Leah’s sleep addled voice cut through the silence, a harsh and hurried whisper into the dark. If it truly was JJ sitting on her bed, the volume would need to be kept near silent — she wouldn’t put it past Jack Thompson to treat JJ like an actual intruder.

The voice that replied was unmistakably that of her boyfriend’s, a little tired and a little sheepish. “Hey baby.”

Relief flooded her body and she allowed herself to slump back down into her pillow, a quiet groan escaping her lips. “Jesus fucking Christ, JJ, I thought you were a serial killer. What the hell?”

She couldn’t really see the expression on his face, but she saw him look down at his hands. “Wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me at —” She paused, turning to squint at the alarm clock beside her bed, neon numbers vibrant in the dark. “Two am? How the hell did you even get in?”

“Window.” He jutted a thumb behind him in its direction as if to make his point. In an attempt at lighthearted conversation, he jokingly added, “You know, you should really lock that thing.”

Leah pulled a face, disbelief coating her features. Sleep was still mulling in her brain and she couldn’t for the life of her make sense of this situation. It wasn’t the first time JJ had ever snuck into her room. Even before they were dating, he’d mastered slipping in through her window often enough that he even knew which floorboards would creak loudly under his boots.

But the difference between then and now was that this was the first time he’d done it without warning. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d come unannounced like this. It had to have been months ago, when he’d shown up after —

Fuck.

Leah pushed herself back up on her elbow, a sense of unease washing over her as she squinted at her boyfriend in the dark. The last time he’d shown up unannounced in the middle of the night, it hadn’t been for a midnight make out session or because he’d randomly wanted to spend the night — he’d had a bruised cheek and a busted lip, compliments of his father.

He’d dripped blood on her floor by accident and she’d nearly woken up her brother while getting the first aid kit from the bathroom. She’d gotten a mini one from the dollar store the next day to keep in her dresser just in case.

Except, she didn’t want there to be a just in case. Didn’t want there to be a next time. She’d cleaned JJ up from multiple fights in her time as his best friend and now girlfriend, but nothing left her with a pit in her stomach like cleaning him up after his dad was through with him.

“You didn’t come here from the Chateau, did you?”

It was phrased as a question, but it was more of a statement. JJ shifted awkwardly in his spot beside her. Even if she could make out his expression in the dark, he wouldn’t look at her anyways.

“Lee ...” He trailed off, almost as if he wanted to ask her to drop it.

But he knew her and he knew she wouldn’t. “J, did you go back to your place tonight?”

A small noise of discontent escaped him, but he nodded his head.

“Got into it with my dad,” he finally admitted, letting out a chuckle. It was meant to play off the situation, but there wasn’t a single trace of humor in the bitter sound.

Despite how tired she felt, eyelids heavy enough to drag her back under, that single sentence seemed to wake her up just enough. She squinted at him in the dark, heart thumping a little quicker in her chest as she blindly reached for the lamp on her bedside table.

It switched on, bathing the room in a soft glow as Leah pushed herself up into a sitting position. She blinked a few times, letting the now lit room to come in to focus, a hand reaching up to try and rub the rest of the sleep from her eyes. 

Her gaze eventually landed on her boyfriend, looking uncomfortable as ever under her gaze. His hat was in his lap, hands wrung into it, while his hair looked like he’d raked his fingers through it anxiously a number of times on the way over. And his eyes, normally cheery and mischievous, looked almost hollow, a glossy sheen to the redness that surrounded the blue of his irises. 

He looked ... broken and Leah’s heart stuttered a bit at the dejected expression he wore.

She’d never considered herself violent or capable of truly hurting anyone, but it was moments like these where she swore she could put Luke Maybank six feet under if she put her mind to it.

Unless he drunk himself to death first.

JJ watched on quietly as she let her eyes trail across his face intently, no doubt scanning for new scrapes or bruises or split lips. A twinge of guilt flickered in his eyes, one that Leah ignored. She didn’t care if he felt like he was burdening her or that he felt bad knowing she was expecting him to be dripping blood on her floor like he had one too many times before.

She didn’t care about that, because all she wanted was to make sure he was okay.

Leah hated when he went home. She knew that JJ was too proud to spend every night at the Chateau and knew he thought he could handle himself on the off chance that he ran into his dad. Rarely, though, did that seem to be the case.

“It wasn’t like that,” JJ supplied, noticing the way her eyes strayed to his shirt, more than likely wondering if there were bruises littering the skin it covered. “He was too drunk to start anything physical. Probably would’ve tripped over himself before he got two feet.”

Leah nodded, though his admission didn’t do much to quell her nerves. She didn’t know much about Luke Maybank to start with, but something told her his words were probably as painful as his hits.

After a moment, once she decided that his face looked the way it had when she’d seen him yesterday, save for the frown and his bloodshot eyes, some of the tension in her shoulders relaxed. Not all of it, though, because her mind had already started jumping to the next possible idea of what exactly had happened in the Maybank home earlier that night.

“Do you ... do you wanna talk about it?” she asked gently, tucking her legs under her.

Getting JJ to open up was ... tricky. Leah had been around him long enough that she could clock his bad moods at the drop of a hat, could read most emotions swirling in his eyes like second nature.

Noticing something was wrong, that something was eating away at him, was easy. Getting him to verbalize it and let her in fully was the hard part. Even around the Pogues, around Leah, JJ held a certain level of walls up. Thoughts and secrets and the level of abuse at the hand of his father that he kept guarded for one reason or another. There were things that they knew, things that they found out on accident or because he’d hit his breaking point, but Leah wouldn’t be surprised if there was a whole slew of things she didn’t know.

Her heart clenched painfully at the thought, but it didn’t surprise her when JJ waved off her question.

“Nah, it's not a big deal,” JJ replied easily, brushing it off as he adjusted his position on her bed.

He forced another smile on his lips as he regarded her. It was one that almost looked genuine. Almost. It might have fooled someone who didn’t know him well into thinking that he was fine, someone who wouldn’t pick up on the way he was fidgeting with his rings or how he seemed incapable of looking her in the eye for more than a brief moment before glancing away. But Leah wasn’t just someone and she could pick up on his unease just as easily as she was taking her breaths.

Because Leah knew when JJ wasn’t okay. She always knew.

Treading lightly, like she was dealing with a deer who might spook, she said, “Well, it must have been if you came all this way here.”

Annoyance wrinkled his expression. Tossing his hat to the side, he asked, “Can’t a guy just stop by to see his girlfriend?”

“JJ, it’s two in the morning,” she told him seriously.

His frown deepened. She could see his jaw clench and he nodded his head a few times. “Yeah, okay, you know what, this was fucking stupid. I’ll just leave then if you’re gonna keep looking at me like that.”

She knew the that in question was the pity he was probably reading across her face. But the problem was that she didn’t pity him, she was worried for him, but JJ never seemed to know the difference between the two.

The sight of him getting up and turning to head back towards her window had Leah lurching forward, hand circling around his wrist. “Hey, hey,” she whispered, giving his arm a tug. “No, J, don’t leave, please, c’mon.”

At her pleading tone, he halted, a sigh escaping him. It took another moment before he was sitting back down, a frown still etched on his face.

Leah’s hand slipped from his wrist and she longed to twine their fingers together but she didn’t in favor of scooting a little closer to him on her bed. She tilted her head a bit, trying her best to get eye contact with him.

He finally sighed and looked up at her, another sigh slipping past his lips. “Lee ...”

“Look, I’m not trying to push it, okay?” She bit her lip, thinking over her next words carefully. She didn’t know how many times she could successfully talk him out of leaving tonight. “I just ... I get worried. If you really don’t wanna talk, we don’t have to. We can just go to sleep and leave it, but I need you to know that I will listen if you wanna talk. You came all this way here and it’s so late and I know —”

“I just wanted to see you,” he repeated, cutting her off. There was no edge to his voice. Instead it was softer, a tone that suggested there was more to it. Unconvincingly, he added, “I’m fine, Lee.”

A shaky breath left Leah’s lips, tears beginning to sting at the back of her eyes. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Her words sat in the air for a few moments. Or maybe it was minutes. JJ was watching her intensely and Leah could almost see the legions of thoughts bouncing around his head at her statement. His eyes were glassier than ever, tears brimming along the edges. He chewed on his lip anxiously and Leah could do nothing but wait for him to make the next move. 

When he did, she was certain her heart broke.

“Actually I’m ...” JJ’s voice was thick with emotion and his breath hitched in his throat as his bravado began cracking under her thoughtful gaze. He couldn’t meet her eyes again when he choked out, “I’m really not okay.”

The first tear betrayed him, dripping down his cheek and disappearing somewhere on his shirt.

“Oh, JJ,” Leah whispered, her soft voice, laced with unmeasurable concern, nailing the coffin shut.

Within seconds, tears began streaming down his face as the dam finally broke.

Leah was quick to shuffle across her bed, the last bits of sleepiness washing off her like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over her head. Her arms were curling around him tightly, pulling him into her as the first sob racked through his body. His face was pressed into her neck, the collar of her shirt dampening with his tears.

He was mumbling into her, words muffled by her skin and her shirt, fragmented by the sobs that snuck through. She could only make out pieces, the words hate it and hate him and sorry repeating more times than she could count.

“I’ve got you,” she mumbled into his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I’ve got you.”

His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer, impossibly close, like he didn’t think she’d stay with him.

But there was nowhere else she’d ever dream of being, not when he was like this.

This wasn’t the first time Leah had seen JJ cry. While he always tried to hold up a devil may care attitude, the wild Pogue image, the view of a kid from the Cut with no worries besides keggers and weed, there were times where he’d hit his breaking point in the past. She’d seen it before, seen the facade shatter like glass against the floor. There was only so long he could go on being strong, feelings bottled up inside him like a ticking time bomb, before he’d burst.

Another sob wracked through him, a quiet and painful noise buried into her neck.

“I just want it to stop,” he told her between hurried gulps of air. “I’m so fucking sick of it.”

Leah’s eyes squeezed shut and she ran a comforting hand through his hair. She told him, “I know, J, I know,” because what else was there for her to say? What else was there for her to do in moments like these?

Anger burned in Leah’s chest, a sudden hot feeling, akin to a pot left to boil over on the stove. It was seeping into her veins as she listened to his cries, 

Anger at the world, because it took people like JJ and put them through hell. He was sixteen. Sixteen fucking years old and this was the shit that he had to deal with. This was his reality. It was two in the goddamn morning and instead of being asleep in his own bed, safe and loved by his own fucking father, he was here in pieces because of him.

Anger at his father, for being such a useless sack of shit. Who did this to their child? Who could look at a kid like JJ and do nothing but tear them down until they started believing the lies being fed to them? Leah hated him, she’d decided that long ago. Hated him more than she’d ever hated anyone in her life and the feeling of JJ shuddering under her hands only seemed to make it run deeper.

And then there was the anger at herself, because she knew there wasn’t enough that she could do. She could patch up his wounds and hold him tight, could let him cry in her arms until he had nothing left to give, and it would never be enough. She couldn’t fix the world for him and there weren’t enough words in the world to describe how important he was, how special, how loved. His father’s words would always exist somewhere in the back of his mind and she wasn’t sure she knew how to combat them with ones of her own.

It pained her to think he’d believe any of it. To think he was worthless or going nowhere or a waste of space. She wasn’t sure exactly what Luke had said to him tonight, could only guess, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt, with every fiber of her goddamn being that they were lies. 

Leah knew JJ. She knew every reason that she loved him was because he was unapologetically him. He could be brash and impulsive and crude and he didn’t always say or do the right thing. But she also knew that when it came down to it, he was loyal and brave and selfless and better than anyone on this goddamn island. He deserved the goddamn world. He deserved a mansion on the Eight with a koi pond and a ridiculous marble statue or Yucatán and lobsters and surfing all day and whatever else he wanted and it was because he was better than the world gave him credit for.

Tears of her own were pooling in her eyes, steadily dripping down her face as she rested her chin against the top of his head. She knew in that moment that this, being here with him right now, letting him deal with this pain in whatever way he needed to, was all she could offer him. She knew it didn’t come close to what he needed, but she’d hold him as long as he wanted.

As he clutched at her like a lifeline, Leah held him a little bit tighter.

[h2bakugou]

‘match’stick | katsuki bakugou

summary: everyone in the class knows there’s tension between you and backugou, who denies it even when it’s not brought up, so when mina and kirishima try to play matchmaker, you realize bakugou isn’t so much of a stubborn guy after all.

a/n: hi, the name of this blog is supposed to be me trying to say h2o but h2bakugou sounded cool too. idk how much i’ll post on here but here’s this for starters

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color

warnings: fluff, swearing

word count: 1,231

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Katsuki Bakugou, or the blonde flame ball full of pure anger and hormones that sat a few seats in front of you, was someone you were undoubtedly crushing on.

You cursed yourself for catching feelings, let alone for someone who didn’t give off the romantic vibe. You’d practically set yourself up for heartbreak, or so you thought.

Mina and Kirishima were quick to notice the glances you shot at Bakugou, until he’d catch on and yell at you and cause a scene.

Needless to say, there was some sort of tension, whether it be romantic or not, it was obvious.

- - -

You bit the end of your pencil, stress riding through your body as you stared at the assignment in front of you. It wasn’t rare to see some sort of paper assignment in your class, although it seemed odd.

You couldn’t help but look to Bakugou, watching as his hand moved, scribbling down answers onto the paper.

Mina smiled and nudged Kirishima.

“She’s doing it again, look.” Mina whispered, causing the spikey red-haired boy to look in your direction. Kirishima laughed quietly, following your gaze right to Bakugou’s desk.

You heard whispers and turned your head to see Mina and Kirishima smiling at you. You shook your head and felt your cheeks burn bright red. They’d been determined to out your feelings for Katsuki, but you’d both denied having any sort of feeling toward one another, and even if Katsuki did, you doubt he’d tell anyone.

Of course, that was as much hope as you could give the situation.

After finishing your assignment, you looked out the window. It didn’t help that Bakugou was sitting in the direction, so even unintentionally it looked like you were gazing at him.

You just wanted to watch the rain pour outside.

“Hey! You got some sort of staring problem!?” Bakugou’s voice interrupted your thoughts of serenity and peace. He waved his hands in your direction, blocking your view of the rain.

“H-huh?” You questioned, shaking your head.

“I was looking out the windo-”

“Stop staring at me!” Katuski’s eyes softened a little, going almost unnoticeable to you. If his hair had fallen in front of his face, you wouldn’t have caught it, but he faltered, just slightly.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly, looking down at your desk.

Bakugou wasn’t the one for love and romance, but he’d be lying if you hadn’t caught his attention. He’d sworn his main focus was hero work, and being the best hero.

But maybe he could get a little distracted, as long as you weren’t trying to distract him from his goal, a little love here and there wouldn’t hurt.

- - -

“So we’re just gonna slip notes into their bags like something out of a movie?” Kirishima asked, looking at the folded piece of paper.

“Yes. Your closet to Bakugou, you can slip in unnoticed, I’m counting on you.” Mina smiled, holding her note that was supposedly from Bakugou.

It was a terrible idea really, it was rushed, and had no main structure, but Mina had carefully crafted two notes, both very detailed and, in her opinion, very alike in the way that the respected person talked.

Mina slipped the note in your bag and Kirishima did the same with Bakugou. And then they played the waiting game.

- - -

You were in your room, or dorm as you’d gotten used to calling it. That’s when you found it. A crumpled note. You unfolded the paper and read the words.

‘This is so stupid, but you keep looking at me and it’s driving me crazy, so can we fucking settle this, please? Meet me by class later tonight. -k. bakugou’

You were almost shocked to see his writing. It was neat, and his signature was almost perfect.

You thought it odd, Bakugou didn’t seem like the love letter type, but maybe it was a side he didn’t want many people to see, which was understandable.

Mina and Kirishima had hid around the class, awaiting the arrival of the destined duo.

Bakugou was fuming. There was no way you’d wrote him some stupid love note, but he was on his way to see you, and probably scare the shit out of you.

- - - 

You stood by the class, looking out the large windows. That’s when you heard him.

“(L/n)! You are so dead, this isn’t fucking funny!” Bakugou called, storming at you.

“H-Hey!” You called holding up a sheet of paper.

“What the fuck is that?” Bakugou stopped a few feet away from you.

“Your note, you wanted to talk about uh the thing.” You outstretched your arm, te note resting in your hand.

“I didn’t write that shit.” Bakugou chuckled.

“What? Then why are you here?” You questioned, pulling your hand away,

“Because you wrote this stupid shit.” Bakugou handed you the note you'd supposedly wrote.

“I-I...”

“This is a waste of time-”

“Mina and Kirishima.” You said softly.

“Huh?” Bakugou looked at you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“They know how I feel about you, I guess they thought this would be funny.” You laughed, crumbling the notes up, aiming for the trashcan.

“How you feel about me, what the fuck?” Bakugou grabbed your arm, causing you to look at him.

“Are you obvious to all the comments made in class? Of course, you aren’t, you hear them just as much as I do, and it should be obvious by now that I-I like you.” You looked down, feeling embarrassed.

“I really want to call you pathetic right now.” Bakugou muttered, removing his hand from your arm.

“Why aren’t you? What’s stopping the almighty Katsuki Bakugou.” You tossed the paper balls.

“Because I-”

“I told you!” Mina whispered, playfully pushing Kirishima. Kirishima toppled over, exposing their cover.

“W-What? Kirishima! You bastards get back here!” Bakugou started running after the two, leaving you alone in the hallway.

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You’d made it back to your dorm, trying to rid yourself of the embarrassment you felt. You were preparing for Bakugou to tease you about the incident, and for falling for such an obvious prank.

But the aggressive knock at your door startled you.

When you opened the door to see Bakugou, you were confused.

“What are you-”

“Let me in.” Bakugou groaned, walking in after you’d stepped aside. Bakugou plopped onto your bed and sighed.

“If you say anything about this, I won’t hesitate-”

“To make my life hell.” You whispered the rest of his usual taunts. Bakugou looked back at you with a grin.

“Shut up.” Katsuki grumbled.

“Why are you here?” 

“Well if we’re going to like each other shouldn’t we spend time together?” Bakugou sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. It clicked.

Bakugou did like you back. He was just stubborn enough to not show it. And of course it drove you mad, but maybe it was worth it. Maybe he was just a big teddy bear under the mask of anger and stubbornness.

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered.

That night you learned, just as you’d predicted, that under all of Katsuki’s stubborn and hard-headedness, he was kind of sweet.

He still poked fun of you, but you did enjoy that he knew how to braid hair., or how he was really warm when you cuddled.

Needless to say, Mina and Kirishima had actually helped you out, despite feeling like they might have ruined any chances you’d gotten to begin with.

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