#love this little guy i could talk about so many aspects of his character for hours on end

[maxblonda]

omg. i think about this all the time and i'm so glad someone else has too. i also wanted to add a few other quotes that support this, sometimes in contrast to other characters

to me the examination quotes different characters have for warly's seasoning salt is one of the most obvious indication that he has some sort of condition that lends itself to high blood pressure, or has primary hypertension if nothing else. funnily enough, his quote is the exact opposite of wilson's.

there's also his quote when the crock pot is in use. with the prior quote, it's clear that a sensitivity to salt is more than just having a particular palate, but also concern for his health:

there are also the multiple character quotes when they're in the encumbered state lifting heavy objects. none of the characters enjoy it, become progressively out of breath and their animation alongside their quotes are evidence enough that they struggle with it, but there are a few characters who speak of their physical struggle likely ending up in soreness or sprain as the worst possible outcome, but maxwell is the only character who mentions that he can feel and hear all of his joints cracking. obviously you can chalk that up to hyperbole and his flair for the dramatic (ie. like mentioning that he used to be the king of this world when he talks to plants) but wickerbottom (who considers herself old enough to call him a boy when looking at the maxwell statue, stating "He's actually quite a sweet boy when you peel away the ego.") is far hardier than he is, arguably breaking less of a sweat than wolfgang when she's encumbered. he is distinctly more frail than all of the cast second only to wes.

and there's his quote for overheating and freezing, which also supports him having poor heart health:

i also think that there's an argument for the shadow duelists (as well as shadow servants) being strong yet frail as a reflection of the person casting them.

i'd say that his attitude towards labor is a result of his general egotism that he has but also, as you said, that he is disabled. a combination of not wanting to get his hands dirty, thinking he's too important for that, and also wanting to hide any potential weakness from any of the other survivors (if he couldn't even let his former assistant into his head, why would be want to be open about disability with survivors that have every reason to hate him for bringing them there, yknow?) but like you said, placing it into further context, there's the added labor of the fact that it's pretty clearly implied that he's disabled.

Something I think a lot of people miss about Maxwell is that like. He is physically disabled. He doesn't look like it, but a lot of stuff points to that being true:

The most obvious being that he's literally described as frail and has equivalent HP to Wes, a character specifically unsuited for survival.

"Maxwell's extended reign on the Nightmare Throne altered him in ways that are not yet fully understood. He continues to rely heavily on his tome, the Codex Umbra, as a result." He's literally using a tool to make up for lack of basic capability.

Almost all of the quotes where he complains about doing work are specifically about work that is very physically taxing, barring some more related to disgust. However, he responds positively to work that isn't as hard on the body:

Cookbook- "Very well. If I can master the dark arts, how hard could cooking be?"

Cartographer's Desk- "Mapmaking is a soothing pastime. Methodical."

It's pretty clear that under the airs he puts on about work meant for servants, it's just that he can't do physical tasks effectively. I'd assume it's a case of chronic pain and a general physical weakness. It may even be in combination with mental symptoms, which he also very obviously has but could have different origins.

It's fun to rag on him for his behavior, but it's important to actually put that into context. He is incapable, he is incompetent, and it's silly that he pretends he's not, but all of that also means that he is disabled and coping with it as best he can.

[eleu22]

You guys do not appreciate Gaz enough so I’m here to sell him to you

this shit is important so yall better read

I truly don’t understand the lack of Gaz love -

ok well

I do at some level

I think the argument usually levied against his character id that he’s boring

but beautifully stated by tumblr user mockerycrow in their character analysis of him

CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A TRAGIC BACKSTORY TO BE INTERESTING CHARACTERS

press keep reading to fall in love with Gaz

Who is Gaz?

I’m going to start out with who Gaz is as a character

morality

Gaz is someone who has a strong sense of morality and struggles with the balance between doing the right thing and doing the morally right thing, there’s this debate between long-term morality and situational morality that Gaz struggles with

look im maybe not the most linguistically talented person on earth so im just gonna throw in a few quotes which i think gives Gaz

Gaz is someone who admist chaos and war is trying his best, trying his best to be a good person, to be reliable and to do the right thing

if thays not lovable idk what is

relationship to price

ok so i think this aspect of Gaz’s character is what people tend to focus on

and as much as the omg price’s son shit is cute i think he’s become a vehicle for people to emphasise price’s daddy factor (which like dont get me wrong keep up the good work)

but i think theres so much more to that

i forgot who wrote this but someone said something about Gaz trying to follow in impossibly large footsteps and i think thats so accurate

going back to Gaz’s struggle with morality there’s so much untapped potential in the idea that his idol, may not be an amazing person, having to come to grips with the idea that Price, his role model can look at a woman and child as interrogation leverage is something that i think people need to look into more

OK so now

Untapped Potential

so here are somethings which i

idk if this is like the correct phrasing

headcannon? idk i just think these are parts of Gaz’s character which could be rlly interesting to explore

ahem

yes Gaz is a good guy, but that doesn’t make him passive Gaz has shown moments of anger, like in the interrogation with the butcher when he lunges at him or when him and price first meet

i think the fact that Gaz is so calm and collected but has these moments are cracks in the facade he creates

i believe personally he has a lot of repressed anger whether it be at the world, at himself, at his captain hes an angry dude hes just better at keeping it under wraps

and i know we don’t really have many details on his backstory but cmon there’s no way u sign up for a job like this and don’t have any issues whatsoever

i think this quote is so good for this because he’s harnessed his anger, it’s what makes him good at his job, a knife, a weapon

i think another interesting concept for Gaz is guilt

the fact that he cares about whats right and wrong how does he feel going to sleep at night? do these things haunt him? is he irredeemable?

i think its like that one quote “the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t. My guilt does not purify me.”

Final Thoughts

anyways guys thanks for coming to my ted talk

i know this was really messy but i just want to encourage some Gaz love because i think he’s a really interesting complex character who we just need to dig a little deeper into

i hope this incites some more gaz love

THANK YOU 😳

[trivia-yandere]

omg i really enjoyed nefarious! 😭 jk was so yandere but i loved it! can i request another jk yandere with him wondering why the reader doesnt really like him as much? Thank u if you do!

hello! yes we can! (since you didn't really go into detail, we'll just come up with anything that seems to fit the "yandere" aspect)

this fic is a little (a lot) different than what we usually write in terms of smut - so warnings are of course applied!

the other woman

jungkook decides it's time to take matters into his own hands and figure out how to get you - his sweet, innocent girlfriend, to fuck him.

@sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @darkuni63

writer: quay

word count: 3.989

warning: yandere/dark themes, non-con aphrodisiac intact, threesome, girl on girl, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), nipple sucking, kissing, jealousy, attempted blackmail, spitting, loss of virginity, scissoring, character death, manipulation,

“An aphrodisiac…?” Jungkook murmurs, a tilt of his head. “Are you sure?”

Mina, your friend, nods with a wide smile. “Y/N’s a little shy, you know? Maybe something like that could help her loosen up.”

Jungkook swallows, he isn’t sure himself. However, Mina was your friend - your best friend and someone you trusted with your life. 

Mina was the reason Jungkook and you met. Mina was someone Jungkook met through mutual friends that oftentimes mingled. The many times he met Mina, he has never seen you all but once - and one time was enough.

You stood out in the loud club, nearly clenching onto Mina like a scared puppy. You were dressed similar to her - tight dress that stopped just below your ass, heels that strapped up to your calves and light makeup. Only, you didn’t appear to be comfortable in what you were wearing like Mina.

Mina had introduced Jungkook to you after noticing the man was lingering. His eyes flickered to you every so often to catch your gaze - he never did. That’s when Mina had nearly pushed you into him, declaring that Jungkook - who she only knew through friends of friends and not personally - was an amazing person to talk to. In hindsight, Mina wanted to party and needed a reason to not have you clenching onto her the entirety of the night,

But Jungkook thanks Mina for allowing him to get to know you. You were closed off, only speaking when spoken to and could never hold his gaze for longer than three seconds. But Jungkook wasn’t phased - he wanted to know you more.

Months of pining and you finally agreed to a date with him. More months of dates and you finally agreed to be his girlfriend.

Now after a year since he first met you, Jungkook notes that you aren’t necessarily a touchy person. You would hug him and hold his hand. You would kiss him when he initiated it - but when it came to sex, you completely shut down. Jungkook was a man, yes, but not an asshole. He wouldn’t force you into anything you weren’t comfortable doing. He loved you enough to wait for when you were ready.

However, it never appeared to be a time you would be. Jungkook enjoyed the steamy makeout sessions - holding you down beneath him, rubbing his clothed cock against you while you were a moaning mess. But how long could he possibly wait when the sounds of your moans were so beautiful? Your skin so soft and your natural scent clogged his nostrils? He wanted nothing more than to have you as his in every way you’d allow him to.

That’s where Mina came in. Mina knew just how innocent and shy you were and she would find him a way to make you feel comfortable.

Jungkook wasn’t expecting an aphrodisiac to be one of them. But Mina was your friend and maybe, just maybe, this is the push you needed. Something to get you aroused enough that you would know he meant no harm when it comes to pleasuring you. Hell - if you would just open your legs and allow Jungkook to taste you, it would be enough for him (for now).

“How about we try tonight?” Mina suggests. “I know you guys have movie nights on Wednesdays.”

Jungkook nods. The both of you were off the following day and that meant that there was no specific time to end it. It was one of Jungkook’s favorite hangouts with you, as cheesy as it was.

“Okay, good.” Mina clicks her tongue. “I’ll come over uninvited,” Mina raises her left hand and does finger quotations. “and that’s when I’ll bring the pill.”

Jungkook swallows. He’s uncertain still but nods nonetheless.

Mina is your best friend and Jungkook could trust her - right?

“You don’t have to drink anymore, Y/N.” Jungkook assures, eyes darting to Mina who rolls her eyes.

“It’s supposed to be a fun night, right, Y/N? Don’t you feel like you’re having fun?”

You nod your head slightly at Mina. You glance at a worried Jungkook and ponder what in the world was going on between the two. Jungkook appeared worried and bothered by something while Mina - typical - had her nonchalant attitude.

“Just one more shot and we’ll go back to the movie, yea?” Mina nods and places a shot into your hands. She told Jungkook that she was going to crush the pill into one of your drinks - this being an alcoholic beverage worries him even more. But Mina assured that everything would be alright.

The shot burns your throat but you manage to not gag. Like promised, the three of you return back to the movie - not something neither you or Jungkook picked. Jungkook tended to go for superhero movies while you stuck to either comedy or the occasional thriller depending on your mood.

Mina chose a comedy - full of sexual acts. She had laid on the other side of your couch while you and Jungkook sat on the opposite end. Her eyes were fixed on the television, possibly working off the amount of alcohol she drank for the little amount of time she’s been here.

Jungkook doesn’t make his move until he notices your legs clench together. The aphrodisiac was working in full effect.

Jungkook doesn’t dive right in. He begins with light touches. His thumb strokes your hand and then he brings it to his lips and places a kiss upon it. He wraps an arm around your shoulders to bring you close to him and he’s kissing your head gently.

Jungkook feels accomplished when you don’t stiffen at his touch. A hand grips your thigh as his lips are kissing upon your neck.

“J-Jungkook.” your stutter causes Jungkook to groan and now bite your neck harshly. You yelp at the sudden action and now Jungkook’s hand dives between your legs fully. You were wearing the shorts you’d usually wear to sleep in - loose fitting that gave easy access. 

“Yes, baby?” Jungkook’s tongue licks your neck as his fingers toy with your clothed clit. He senses that you want to shut down and turn away, but the pleasure is consuming you. 

“I don’t feel…like myself.” you murmur to him, but Jungkook notes that you’re leaning upon him for easier access. “I feel different.”

Jungkook hums, his warm breath tickling your skin that causes goosebumps to litter throughout you. You shiver, unsure of what in the world was happening to you - and why you weren’t cowering away like you usually did when it came to Jungkook’s advances. 

“Do you feel good?” Jungkook asks, his fingers tapping your heat teasingly. Hesitantly, you nod, and Jungkook hums. “Then everything is alright.”

Jungkook plays with the hem of your shorts, finding his way inside of them. You stiffen, breathing hitching. You want to tell him to stop - but there’s no use. Jungkook’s already pushing your panties aside and touching your clit - you’re embarrassed to have him feel how wet you are. 

Your back arches a bit and gently, your eyes close. It felt weird being intimate with Jungkook - you never felt the need to ever go past a makeout session with him. However, it seems as though your body wanted something different.

The movie is nothing but background noise now. You moan - encouraged to do so by Jungkook who is whispering dirty words in your ears. He’s rubbing along onto your clit at a feverish pace that has your legs shaking. His tongue rubs up and down your neck, hell bent on leaving marks to have any and everyone knows that you were his.

“Does it feel good, Y/N?”

Your eyes snap open and in horror, you come face to face with Mina. She’s smiling at you, eyes staring right at your face. You had completely forgotten that she was still in the room - maybe your aroused mind figured (or hoped) that she was asleep.

“It’s okay. You guys don’t have to stop because of me.” Mina assures, flickering her eyes to Jungkook. “I just want to make sure you feel good, right Jungkook?”

Jungkook turns his eyes away from Mina, but nods. He’s unsure what she is doing here now. He no longer needed any assistance from her - he had you where he wanted you. Wet and willing.

“How about I help?” Mina suggests, and before you or Jungkook (especially Jungkook) can protest, Mina is pulling at your tank top. She lifts it over your head, not waiting for your permission. “It’s easier if you get naked.”

Jungkook removes his hands from your shorts and watches intently. He was curious - he was your boyfriend yes, but still a man. Sometimes a little girl on girl did turn him on - and he was interested in seeing how far you’d let Mina go.

Mina had you naked - that’s how far she went. You feel under pressure beneath Jungkook’s hungry gaze and Mina’s. The cool air tickles your shivering skin.

“Why do you look so scared?” Mina giggles and comes closer. “Here,” she lifts her own shirt from her body and hurls it across the living room. She’s left in a lacy red bra that doesn’t remain on. She hurls it in the direction of her shirt. “now we’re both exposed.”

Jungkook watches as your eyes widen at Mina’s exposed state. You lick your lips, legs clenching. 

“You trust me, right, Y/N?” Mina murmurs, crawling towards you. “We’re best friends.”

You nod.

Mina smiles. Her hand places itself on both sides of your face and she kisses your lips. 

Jungkook’s wearing basketball shorts, but even they feel tight. But how couldn’t they be?  You are completely naked while Mina is from the top up. You and her are both breast to breast while kissing. You’re stiff and awkward at first, but soon melt into the kiss. 

Mina sucks onto your tongue, hands roaming your body. She touches your thighs, rubbing up along your hips to your ribs until she reaches your breast. She squeezes them into her palms and giggles when you moan against her lips.

“Have you ever let Jungkook suck them?” Mina murmurs. Her fingers are twisting your nipples gently and you shake your head, growing hot with each passing second. “Come Jungkook. Don’t let me steal all the fun.” 

Mina turns you away from her and towards Jungkook. His eyes are dark and full of lust as he comes closer. The tent in his shorts don’t go unnoticed and without a warning, his lips are on your breast. Mina allows you to lay against her as Jungkook’s tongue swirls onto your nipples.

“Does it feel good?” Mina asks and when you nod, she coos at your cuteness. 

Jungkook suckles and kneed onto your breast as if his life depended on it. He was sure that if this is the farthest you’d be willing to go, that it’d be okay because he had the chance to taste a part of you he never had before. 

You’re leaking onto Jungkook’s couch, but neither you, Jungkook or Mina appeared to care. While Jungkook sucks on your breast, Mina’s hands are rubbing along your skin. She’s gentle and soothing, as if couching you through your intimacy. Her hands reach lower and lower, lips kissing the nape of your neck gently. 

“You’re wet, Y/N.” she murmurs against your skin. Her fingers are sliding along your clit, rubbing in an antagonizing slow motion. You gasp, legs widening as she continues. You were being overstimulated - never having two people dote on you at once on such sensitive areas of your body. 

“We need to pleasure Jungkook now.”

Upon hearing his name, Jungkook glances upwards. His tongue flickers onto your nipple slowly as he listens to Mina speak. 

“Have you ever given him a blow job?”

Mina knows the answer, but she has to be slow with you. You were a virgin, after all. Far too scared to give yourself to anyone and as your best friend, she’d help you through it. Sure it was taboo - but what were friends for?

“Sit back, Jungkook.” Mina says, and with a pop of your nipple from his lips, Jungkook sits back against the head of the couch eagerly. “Y/N, crawl towards Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched at the sight of you. You were so obedient and cute. You sit between his legs, hot with embarrassment. Your ass arched in the air and he finds it hard where to set his eyes.

“Touch him. Take his cock out.” Mina giggles again. 

With shaky hands, you do as you’re told. You never touched Jungkook like this before and the intimacy is all too foreign to you.

Jungkook licks his lips when you take his cock out. Your hands are soft and your grip is firm, but he can still sense your hesitation. It’s long and girthy, veins pulsing with a tip that reminds you of a lollipop - so flush and red.

Mina wraps her hand around yours. She guides you through it. She tightens your grip over his cock and begins to thrust upwards until you establish it.

Jungkook widens his legs with a deep moan. His head pushes back against his couch cushions.

“Spit on the tip.”

You yelp, taken aback by her request. But Jungkook doesn’t go to protest Mina’s words. You do as you’re told, the salvia sliding down the base of length.

Now pump him a little faster.

Mina encourages you to do so, hand gently rubbing your ass. You do as you’re told once more, eyes widen with fascination that Jungkook was a stuttering and moaning mess beneath you. 

“Okay, now bring him into your mouth and begin to suck.” Mina murmurs behind you. Her hands were beginning to roam between your legs once more, two of her fingers rubbing your clit. “Start with the tip first until you get comfortable. Work your way down so you can take him fully.”

Jungkook feels his toes curling at the sensation of your wet and warm mouth. You do exactly as Mina says and twirl your tongue onto the base of his cock. It’s salty due to the pre-cum, but you find yourself actually enjoying this part.

You jump upon feeling a sensation between your legs. Mina’s tongue laps between your folds, causing your thighs to shake. You were new to this, so any form of intimacy was mind-blowing. 

Jungkook’s breathing heavy, moaning loudly when you attempt to take him entirely into your mouth. You bob your head just as his eyes flicker open to watch you - your eyes are filled with lust just as his ares and he knows the aphrodisiac is working wonders. His eyes catch Mina behind you and he knows that he won’t last long at the sight of both of you.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” Jungkook pants, hand grasping your head to push you down onto his cock. You gag, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at his sudden thrusts.

Mina makes it her mission to assure that you cum along with Jungkook. She suckles onto your wet clit feverishly, head bobbing side to side while her tongue remains flat against it. Her free hands rub your ass to encourage you to do so.

Your thighs shake and you feel yourself coming undone, abdomen churning with an unfamiliar feeling. 

Your moaning sends Jungkook over the edge, your throat vibrating aggressively - Mina was making you cum and in return, you were doing the same.

Jungkook pulls out of your mouth to allow you to breathe. He wasn’t going to cum like this - no, it needed to be inside of you. He waited this long. You were nearly dripping all over Mina’s face and that should be him, but he wouldn’t complain.

“Are you ready to fuck her?” Mina asks, lifting herself from between your legs.

Jungkook nods hastily. 

Mina smiles and quickly, she pulls you back against her once more. “Open your legs, Y/N. Don’t be scared.”

Mina holds both of your legs apart and Jungkook swears that he could die with the sight of you. You’re so wet - dripping - and inviting. Your walls clench around nothing and though your eyes are frightened, there’s still a tint of lust laced in them.

“Come on Jungkook. It’s okay.” Mina encourages.

Mina lowers herself to look at you. She kisses your lips just as Jungkook begins to enter you. Your breathing hitches, but Mina doesn’t let go of your lips. You were a virgin and eventually needed to get over this. Jungkook was the perfect person to do this with. He was your boyfriend and seemingly loved you. He waited for you patiently, after all.

“I-It’s too much.” you murmur to Mina, but she shushes you. 

“She can take it, Jungkook.” Mina says to him and your eyes widen. Mina’s head was blocking Jungnkook’s view of your eyes, so he cannot see the frightened expression.

Jungkook’s pace quickens, thrusting deeply inside of you. Your eyes snap shut and when you’re about to scream at the pain, Mina places her lips upon you once more.

Your walls feel so heavenly around Jungkook that he doesn’t want to stop. You felt wonderful, just how he knew you would. So tight and warm - pussy made just for him.

Mina places her fingers upon your clit and rubs, attempting to calm you down and add your own pleasure while you are dealing with being stretched out. 

“Doesn’t it feel good, Y/N?” Mina says. It’s been five minutes of nonstop thrusting. Your thighs were being clenched by Jungkook’s embrace, surely leaving a mark. The sound of skin slapping echoes off of his living room walls, the credits of the movie now rolling in the background. 

Your eyes open only slightly. Mina’s finger quickens and you moan in response. The overstimulation has you cumming quickly, juices flowing out to coat Jungkook’s abdomen.

“She loves your cock, Jungkook!” Mina cackles, leaning back to finally have Jungkook see just how fucked out you were. Your eyes were unfocused and you laid limp upon Mina. She offers Jungkook an encouraging smile. “Cum inside of her like you wanted.”

Jungkook grunts. He leans down and places his forehead against yours, lips catching your own in a quick peck. “I love you so much, Y/N.” he whispers, thrust going sloppy as he was about to cum soon. He was overwhelmed with emotion - he finally had you wrapped around him. You and he were perfect for one another - you fit together like a perfect puzzle piece.

Jungkook cums deep inside of you, twitching and panting. He litters kisses against your face and remains still until he goes flaccid.

“I think you should start a shower.” Mina says after a moment. “You and her should get cleaned.”

Jungkook nods. He kisses your lips once more before removing himself from the top of you. 

“I’ll tell Y/N you drugged her.” Mina leans against the bathroom door with crossed arms. “Isn’t that…rape then?”

Jungkook swallows thickly. “It was your idea.” he hisses to Mina. 

“Yeah.” Mina laughs. “But who do you think she’d believe? She loves me.”

She loves me.

She loves me.

She loves me.

You loved her - Mina.

Jungkook understood now why you acted the way you have the entirety of the time he knew you. The two of you grew a bond, more of an emotional one. You relied on him with your feelings and vice versa, but you didn’t see him in the way you saw Mina. You loved Mina - saw her as the light of your life and someone you’d do anything for - be anything for.

Jungkook had walked in on the two of you. He felt as if he was intruding in his own home - but you didn’t know he was there. You were wrapped in a hug with Mina, so tightly that Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a jolt in his heart. The moment appeared intimate when the both of you kissed, naked bodies against one another.

Mina had locked eyes with Jungkook when she laid you down, legs wide. She had rubbed her own clit against yours, her eyes never leaving Jungkooks.

Your moans were louder with Mina - you were more vocal. It was as if you forgot he existed all together - that you weren’t in his home. 

You touched Mina without having her to tell you. Your hands roamed her body, clenching her breast. 

You spoke - and your words were what broke Jungkook. 

“I love you, Mina.” you had said. 

You never told Jungkook you loved him - not even back to him when he had confessed to you.

“She wouldn’t believe me.” Jungkook murmurs and Mina nods her head with a wide grin.

Mina had followed Jungkook into the restroom once you had come again, this time succumbing to slumber. She had dropped to her knees and prepared herself for him when he pushed her away. 

“You had no true intentions of helping me.” Jungkook spits. 

“I did.” Mina protests. “And you got what you wanted.”

Jungkook is taken aback by Mina’s tone. “I don’t just want sex with Y/N. I actually love her!” he hisses. He came to Mina for advice, not expecting to hear it. He should have never gone through with the aphrodisiac - what if you regret what happens when it wore off? The thought of him betraying you like this makes his heart hurt. 

Jungkook doesn’t want to lose you.

“You could have told me no.” Mina shrugs. Jungkook is in disbelief - she appears as if she doesn’t care. “But you didn’t. That makes you just as fucked up as me.”

Mina comes closer - still naked - and places a hand on his chest. 

“I won’t tell Y/N. I just want you to fuck me like you did her.” Mina speaks nonchalantly. “It shouldn’t be-”

Jungkook places both hands on Mina’s neck, her head slamming against the door of his bathroom.

Mina struggles, eyes wide with shock. Jungkook’s grip was tight and she found it hard to breathe.

“J-Jung-K-K-”

Jungkook squeezes harder, eyes hard and determined.

Jungkook loves you. He wasn’t going to allow Mina to ruin what you and he had - he could forgive you. You could grow to love him like he has for you. Once Mina was out the way then there wouldn't be anyone for you to love.

Jungkook was doing this for you. He had to rid your life of such evil. Mina wasn’t a friend to you - you were just a pawn in her game. She wanted him and used you to do so - and he allowed it. He would atone for his sins - but for now, he had to get rid of the biggest sinner there was.

Jungkook drops Mina,  lifeless body hitting the ground with a loud thump. He releases a deep sigh. Jungkook had to get rid of Mina - maybe his backyard would have to do. He was planning on renovating the property anyways and adding a deck.

Jungkook shushes you, hand stroking your back soothingly. “It’s nothing you did, Y/N.”

You shake your head, eyes wide with tears. “B-But…”

Jungkook shushes you once more.

It was now the next day and laid beside you was your cell phone, multiple texts from Mina displayed on it.

Mina 🥰: sorry I didn’t stay.

Mina 🥰: i don’t think I can forget what happened. I was drunk.

Mina 🥰: things are…awkward now for me. I’ll be keeping my distance from now on

Mina 🥰: don’t blame yourself. i just need some time to think things through

Jungkook inhales your scent and smiles to himself. 

Now he truly had you all to himself, and even if you didn’t love him now then it would be okay. You would grow to love him now that there was no competition in his way. Once you realized that Mina had abandoned you, who else could you possibly run to?

[recurring-polynya]

Sorry if you have been asked this before but I was wondering is there some reason why Kubo never really showed too much regarding Rukia’s feelings towards Renji ? It’s not only her but even Gin & Ichigo with Rangiku & Orihime !! Like he gives enough so people can sense something but he doesn’t give a lot away. Is it about interpretation or he just simply doesn’t want to write romance too deeply ??

Kubo has said quite plainly that he doesn't want to put romance at the forefront. I think he's said this various times in various ways, but here's a pretty definitive quote from an interview he gave at the 2018 San Diego Comicon:

Q: Speaking of Ichigo's relationships with his friends, there seems to be a love triangle between Ichigo, Rukia, and Orihime. Do you delve more into this in later volumes? A. Tite Kubo: (laughs) I get asked about that a lot! I don't want to make Bleach into a love story because there are much more exciting things about their personalities and things that they can do instead of getting into the romance aspect of their relationships.

Kubo's answers are sometimes a little cheeky, but I don't see any reason to read this as anything other than face value. He may have had additional reasons to leave romance out of the story--it's a shounen and he didn't think that stuff would be of interest to the core of his readers, he didn't want to deal with angry ship opinions, etc, etc, but the long and short of it is the guy said "this is not a kissing story" and it's not.

Not to get too nitpicky--this was an interview, there's some degree of translation involved--but I actually find this kind of funny because while I agree that it's not a romance, I would *absolutely* classify Bleach as a love story. Bleach is about 600 love stories. It's about the love between a boy and his precious friends, the love between big brothers and little sisters, about the love between captains and lieutenants, about love that can only be expressed in battle, about love that turns poisonous and corrupts, about love that saves and purifies, about a love for the world you live in and want, with all your heart to make better. And while it's not a romance, I think it is about romantic love as well.

So, even though that's the real reason, I think it is also perfectly in-character for Rukia to act the way she does and I want to yap about it. I can tell right now this is gonna get long, so I am going to put it under a cut.

Just to get it out of the way up-front, I will briefly cover the other characters you mentioned. Both of this could easily merit their own essay, but I want to talk about Rukia, so I'm gonna keep it brief.

My interpretation on Gin and Rangiku is that they were not on romantic terms at any point of the canon timeline. My guess is that when she made it to the Academy and caught up with him again, it very quickly became obvious that he was no longer being genuine with her, and I think she cut him off. He is on a mission for revenge; she doesn't understand why he acts the way he does and distances herself from it. That being said, I (and I think many people?) find their parting scenes to be deeply, tragically romantic. I think this depends on your definition of "romantic." It never would have worked. He ruined it. If he had lived, it would change nothing. But Othello loved Desdemona, too. A story being a tragedy doesn't preclude it being a love story.

Ichigo is a teenage boy with a heart the size of three worlds. I think the amount of emotion he would like to leak out of his body is zero. I think the amount of emotion that does leak out of his body is so high that the signal-to-noise ratio makes it very difficult to discern anything meaningful. My reading of Bleach is that he does have special feelings for Orihime and that they are a slightly different flavor than he has for other people, but it's super hard to tell because he makes the same loving puppy eyes at Chad and Uryuu and Renji and Grimmjow. This guy is constantly torn between loving everyone he knows with the luminosity of a small star and trying to act too cool for school. Also, he's very young. He's still figuring this out, too.

Okay! Let's talk about Rukia!!!

The thing about Rukia is that she is really, really uncomfortable expressing affection. In the flashback scenes where she talks about how much she admired Kaien and Miyako, she's shown standing far away and looking at them from a great distance. When Byakuya compliments her bankai, she squeezes her eyes shut and has to look away.

Ukitake comments at how remarkably "open" he finds her to be with Orihime, even though what they are actually doing is training. You want to see a love confession? Here's Rukia's love confession to Orihime from We Do (Knot) Always Love You (Renji is here, too):

Feeling a little shy and fidgety, Rukia hesitated a few times as she replied to Orihime. "Th-that's because, Inoue I consider you……my……b-best girl-friend! So therefore……I thought…I should tell you first……" She spoke as her last few words became a little mumbled. "……your face is redder than the time I asked you to marry me ya know." "Sh-shut up!!"

A thing I really like about this though, is that while it is portrayed as something that sometimes holds Rukia back in her relationships, it's not portrayed as some sort of fatal flaw. She's a private person, and that's ok. This isn't a quality we often get to see female characters have. If this were a romance story, maybe we'd have to see her overcome this, but it's not! It's an action story and Rukia is a cool and stoic character, which is exactly how she wants to be!

I'm always pounding my shoe on the table over this, but I really, genuinely think that a significant chunk of Renji's character/personality design was specifically to be Rukia's love interest, which I think is based as Hell of him. He's good-looking, he's cool, he's devoted to her, he's powerful along the rules of the worldbuilding, but not in a way that overshadows her. And he meets her where she is.

The scene where Renji carries Rukia down the 8,000 flights of Soukyoku Hill stairs is, in my opinion, the most romantic scene in all of literature. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Rukia is so upset about being rescued, she is cannot stand the fact that anyone cares about her, or worse, that they would risk themselves for her. It's so clear that Renji understands this, and in the gentlest possible terms, asks her to accept his (and Ichigo's) help, as if she has any say in it at this point. He doesn't even make eye contact as he very obliquely says Let us care about you.

This causes Rukia, the most repressed woman in the universe, to hunch in on herself so that he can't see her cry and then he tells her to shut up. I am making little graspy hands at my computer as I write this. This is so good. Imagine. Imagine someone understanding you so well that they would spare you from your own emotions in this way. I am going insane.

This is not a Hallmark Christmas movie. This is a love story for those of us who struggle to connect with others.

I want to kind of hop out and say that I think there's a certain kind of person (me), who gets interested in romances almost exclusively from stories that have little-to-no romantic content. This is not an accident. For me, this is how I like it. I want to read about characters who save the world and I want them to be very business-up-front about it. I mean, yeah, I wouldn't mind if they kissed on screen once, but I don't need it. I have an imagination for that. I have fanfiction for that. I literally want them to do it on their own time. You know what's romantic to me? Meaningful looks. Backing each other up. Fighting in synch. Matching outfits. This is romance to me, and I think Rukia might actually agree with me.

This isn't to say that this is all of Rukia and Renji's relationship. I think they have talked about feelings, I think they've probably held hands and kissed or whatever, but where and when and how it happened is their own business. I think Renji probably wouldn't have minded getting one on-panel smooch, but this feels exactly how I think Rukia would want her relationship portrayed: We looked very cool and then, several years later, we were married.

Oh, and they also very much did get the horniest panels in all of Bleach, which, weirdly enough, I think Rukia would also approve of.

[farthest-harbor]

Hey, I heard you have Nick Valentine HCs?

I really like to hear them! 😄

It can be anything, just go ahead. What is the first one, which comes into your mind?

I love you for asking, thank you!

Here are a few:

All the patches on is coat he mended himself. It's one of the ways he fills the lonely hours when everyone else is sleeping, It's something human Nick never learned to do, but our Nick taught himself after his first few scuffles in the post-war world.

His metal hand doesn't have any sense of touch. I think his skin is probably full of minute wires that function as nerves, so when he lost the skin on his hand, he lost feeling in it. Now he has to rely on his vision to confirm that his hand is moving the way he wants it to. It took him a long time to get used to but he's mastered it now.

He doesn't like to take off his hat around strangers. I think he's a little self-conscious about the fact that he can't grow any hair. I think human Nick had a full head of hair and synth Nick can't help but compare himself. He'll take his hat off in the agency around Ellie, or around Sole if they get close with him, but if anyone he's not close with steps in the room, the hat goes back on.

He totally wears suspenders under that trench coat. 'Nuff said.

I think he carries around a small repair kit in his coat with a couple small tools and some spare wire/screws/bolts/electrical tape but it's only enough for minor temporary repairs. He uses this kit for quick patch jobs when he gets hurt on a case, just to hold him over till ge hets back home and can do a full repair.

He's an excellent dancer. Human Nick went dancing pretty often and synth Nick inherited some of that "muscle" memory. He's got rhythm and an elegant, sophisticated style. He's a little rusty at it, though, because he doesn't go out dancing on his own, and he's got no partner to practice with. Perhaps sole could take him out to the Third Rail sometime so he can show off his skills...

He's been subtly trying to get Ellie and Travis together for years. He thinks they'd be sweet together, and has encouraged Ellie to talk to Travis a few times. Nothing ever seems to come of it, but Nick hasn't given up yet.

You know his file cabinets are a hot mess. It drives Ellie nuts when he puts files back out of order, since she always tries to rearrange them alphabetically. When she brings it up to him, he just shrugs and smiles and tells her that he put it back in the correct year, so it's no big deal.

Obviously, he doesn't need to shower or bathe, and doing so would probably ruin all his processors. If he gets dusty/dirty on a job, he'll wipe his face and hands down with a wet rag when he gets home.

While the cigarettes do nothing for him chemically or physically, the ritual of lighting one and smoking it brings him comfort when he's stressed. An old habit from human Nick. It does leave a slight sooty residue on some of his internal parts and probably clogs a few fans/vents, but he just patiently cleans them with a rag during his repairs sessions. It's worth it to him for the comfort of smoking.

Although he's friendly to Piper, he doesn't actually like her that much. He thinks her newspaper is pretty disreputable, more spreading rumors than actual news, and her inflammatory articles about synths and the Institute have drastically escalated the hostility he's faced living in Diamond City. Still, he empathizes with Piper and the fears people have about synths, so he keeps his mouth shut. She still gets on his nerves sometimes, though.

I have so many more, but I'll stop here for now. I am quite thoroughly obsessed with this guy, so if anyone wants to hear more hcs about him, or hcs about some specific aspect of his character, my asks are always open. I could talk about this guy for hours.

[makerofmadness]

ok so: Beast-Ancients Swap AU but actually the Beasts messed up the timeline and made it one

(I will explain I swear-) The following sprite edits and designs were a collaborative effort of me and @driftwoodmfb

(Lily's design and edit is not finished yet, and Ssalt isn't getting one until that character is released-)

general shoutouts to Driftwood for collaborating with me on this in a lot of aspects btw she's the mvp of this whole project

I am Very bad at concise descriptions but basically: "5v5 climactic final showdown occurs but the bad guys win and then the group consensus on what to all do together to compromise thanks to slightly different priorities is 'Hey we all really hate the ancients now so let's just like. Screw them over' so they basically used their combined virtues' powers or something (look all of this I came up with just to justify the AU's actual concept) to like reset and alter the timeline to swap their places with the ancients basically. and then they kinda accidentally get redemption arc'd in the process. Meanwhile the og ancients... are not happy"

I'm def gonna post more about these guys in the future (and also I like. Encourage people to send asks because I need enrichment dndndnmd! I have a ton of stuff sitting around about them and I love talking about them- so. Here's my attempt at an overview (I. Suck at being concise this took all day to not make way too long dndndndm):

Shadow Milk Cookie - Calls himself the Dark Moon Magician. He's quite braggadocious and more than a little mischievous, quite the show-off too, but he has a good heart down there (nowadays). Though he has often had to be badgered by the Light of Truth into actually telling the truth on things...

Eternal Sugar Cookie - You'll meet them someday. Just not now.

Mystic Flour Cookie - Her face and voice do not do much to express how much she despises the Cookie she used to be, and the Cookie she still sees whenever she looks in the mirror. She is the most eager to come clean to her Cookies, but something is holding her back... she decides to save it for when she has finally repented enough by her standards, to earn her position as queen. It's never enough.

Burning Spice Cookie - For the kingdom he rules, you may (or may not) be surprised seeing how little he cares for material riches. To him, lived experiences are the most precious things- hence why he's always looking for a good fight. Or to just have fun with those close to him- which is not many as he has had a history of issues- after all, transient things fall to time, but the impressions they leave can last up to forever...

Silent Salt Cookie - The fallen hero. It wasn't supposed to happen again. They all knew it could happen, they agreed to prevent it. Why did they make the same mistake...?

Pure Vanilla Cookie - The embodiment of the most common lie. He can string Cookies up to make them move and speak against their wills. He does this to himself often, when he grows tired. He is very ashamed of what he has become, but no matter, he will be fine once he regains the light of Truth, and exposes the truth of this world to all Cookiekind...

Hollyberry Cookie - Berry juice is a comfort to her, such is why she had wished so badly to drown her mind and all her pain in it. She is... frankly, harmless the way she is now. She doesn't have the power, pride or energy to fight. Her heart is just as full of love as it's always been, even if her mind's gone fluffy as frosting. So much that even being in a permanent stupor won't stop her from missing her family, still...

Dark Cacao Cookie - As he describes himself fully, an empty vessel without a will of his own, whose only goal is to carry out the will of fate. He will play his part in this story, for he knows there is no other way. After all, they'd tried to resist already, and it was all in vain. He is cold, empty, such was his resolve: to be unburdened by feeling, so that he would feel no pain...

Golden Cheese Cookie - Calls herself the Demonic Goddess. When she gets upset, she tends to fly into fits of destruction- which she has become very, very good at causing. She laughs it off, she laughs a lot in general, but she really does not like what she's become. However, she is still the same greedy Cookie as she always was, and still wants nothing more than to annihilate the ones who had displaced her and her friends and take back what is rightfully hers...

White Lily Cookie - Founder of the Lily Kingdom. She is a stern, serious figure who tries to keep everything under her control. She quickly silences those who tell her what she does not wish to hear untrue, unkind, or unnecessary things. She does not get very openly emotional often, and tends to address everyone with the same attitude even if it's her friends. (They can generally tell when she means well). She plans to silence all lies from Cookies' mouths, especially regarding who the "Heroes" and "Beasts" are...

(i. Never mentioned the name of the AU itself the whole time in this post did I? Ok uh that's Immemorial Interchange btw if I ever say that or II then I'm talking about this thing for future reference XD)

Edit: I have a tag on my blog for the au and I just kinda post whatever I feel like. Hope y'all can enjoy this I'm probably gonna be dumping a lot of stuff I've held on to. And I would love it if people send asks X3

[calp0sa]

what do you like and dislike about airy?

CRAZY MESSY INFODUMP INCOMING OH LORD

well there’s nothing i truly dislike about airy, because everything about him just makes him who he is. i just wish we got more insight to him as an Actual person rather than his host facade, even though that was sort of the point of one 17-18, i feel like the fact that he’s pretty much a regular ass dude went over most people’s heads (Not mine though because im really smart and could beat albert einstein in a rap battle) i know the mystique is the most prominently interesting aspect of the whole show… but yknowwww it’d be nice to know a little more about him personally considering how we now know he’s far from a one-dimensional character and shouldn’t be taken at face value (i am side eyeing a huge chunk of the one fandom as i say this) now okay if i were to talk about everything i like about airy we’d be here til the next solar eclipse but i’ll try to jot down everything i can. airy, to me, is the most fascinating object show character there is. i swear every time i observe something about him it’s like i’m opening a matryoshka doll as i dissect his character further and further… every rewatch of one i notice something, whether it be minuscule or glaring, there’s always something for me to brutally analyze. see, and here’s where i contradict myself, because while it’s frustrating not having much official trivia on him, i actually quite love how mysterious he is. i love how he seems like he knows a lot more than he lets on. i love how his caginess only sparks more questions. and i love how FESTERED he is. how you can tell there was so much that led up to him being so numb and stagnant… it does nothing but pique my interest. and i love how this festered-ness parallels with the contestants. i can’t help but feel as if the true extent of airy’s suffering was reflected through those on the plane, how the contestants went through so many fluctuant stages of sadness, denial, hopelessness, anger… all in the midst of isolation akin to airy’s forest. it makes me wonder if ONE served as catharsis to airy. not just a purpose or a distraction, but something to spark resonance within a desolate soul. speaking of distraction, it’s really interesting to me how reliant airy is on escapism, and this is most evident in how he literally takes on such a gilded and contrived host persona to the point where it’s difficult for the viewer to discern who he is OUTSIDE of “airy”. big fan of how the show basically tricks us into thinking he’s this ruthless malevolent all powerful entity until it takes us by surprise and reveals that he’s Just Some Guy, and it could’ve been anyone in his place. but this isn’t to defend him… no… airy was definitely a selfish and inconsiderate asshole (sorry yall) he just isn’t as awful as everyone makes him out to be. airy is not evil, nor is he good, he just kind of sucks LOL. and i love him for that honestly! the thing about this is he should’ve stopped and asked himself “what am i going to gain from this” yet he was so absorbed in trying to hoist himself out of that inevitable pit of dread that he did not care if he destroyed everything else in the process (Might i add that this is a huge parallel to liam’s impulsive vengefulness… i swear i could go on and on about how those two are brothers from another mother) another interesting thing about the hosting stage of airy is the chance that he probably did feel some sort of regret. especially after the shock of breaking his face, being confronted by harsh genuine emotions after such a long time… an iota of the pain and fear he assumed was long gone… as well as the crushing reminder that he basically threw himself and all his senses away just for a stupid game. What a loser amirite. even if he had some semblance of a wish to end ONE, he knew he couldn’t. i’d imagine he told himself mockingly “yeaaaa you basically dug yourself into this, you’re not backing out any time soon” (even though he could’ve easily backed out he was just a loser ass COWARD!)

i didn’t know the paragraphs had character limits! interesting. anyway i can’t help but wonder if airy made that effort to take care of liam in an attempt to break the cycle, the cycle of destroying everything else, including your very self, for the purpose of One thing. maybe airy thinks violence and spite is just a huge waste of time yes of course, but i think he understood liam to some extent (remember what i said about resonance 😁😁😁) i just love how everything about airy is so subtle, yet so major, so jarring and confusing yet when you piece it all together it makes such a scary amount of sense. i love making sense of how nonsensical he is. (of course i do. i am possibly the biggest fan of nonsense there is) now i will add a funny little thing i like about him. i like how he’s all impatient and snarky. and i know you’re probably thinking “franklin how in the abraham lincoln’s bootycheek do you think he’s snarky” Listen, it’s really funny once you actually notice it. there were so many instances where he sounded exasperated with the contestants. my personal favorite being

“yes, as long as you are here, you can’t die”

>”WE CANT DIE?”

“Yes… that’s… what i just said 😐”

he has this barely noticeable “oh my god can you let me do what i need to do” attitude and it’s SO funny. i like to imagine he rolled his eyes a lot while he was hosting. its really funny to imagine. and its also funny to imagine him smiling like an idiot like he did hosting in one 17. that scene was really cute it makes me want to run into ongoing traffic and get continuously ran over by 12 different semi-trucks. if you ignore how miserable the contestants were (sorry contestants) it’s actually really endearing how excited and eager airy was when he got ideas for challenges. i bet he felt so proud of himself it’s honestly kind of sad. he’s sad. what the hell. he really thought he was the SHIT when he said “riches… immortality… whatever your heart desires 😌” Oh my god he’s so pathetic don’t even get me started MY ONLINE CLASSES ARE STARTING I GOTS TO GO BUT ANYWAY FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR AN ANALYSIS ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING AIRY RELATED I HAVE MORE THAN A HUNDRED BIBLES’ WORTH OF SHIT TO SAY ABOUT HIM BYEBYE THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS

[sleepysnk]

Hey saw you had Head Canon requests open and I really enjoyed the Chifuyu one you wrote! Was wondering if you could come up with some for Kazutora? Romantic, SFW, NSFW, anything you want ☺️ no rush and if you can't totally fine thank you.

a/n: ahh! thank you for your words! 🫶🏻 it means a lot to me!! i had a lot of fun with these, so thank you again for sending this in! i hope you enjoy! 🤍

characters: kazutora hanemiya

warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, some rough sex, oral sex f!receiving, edging, overstimulation, use of pet names (baby, princess, my girl), squirting, praising, some degradation, hair pulling, mentions of hickies, mentions of food, fluff, some after care.

SFW+NSFW HEADCANONS.

kazutora hanemiya:

- i fully believe kazutora is a romantic guy. despite his past, he wants to change and be a much better guy for you. that’s one of his biggest goals.

- a. fucking. sweetheart. kazutora is very much an acts of service and physical touch kind of guy. he will buy you anything you want and probably spoil you rotten in your relationship! he likes to buy you random things. whether that be makeup, new clothes, a new snack, he loves to just see the smile on your face whenever you open up a new gift from him. it instantly warms his heart at the sight, and he falls in love with you every single time.

- touching on the physical touch aspect, i believe kazutora just loves holding you in bed that night. he’s went through a lot of shit in the past couple of years, so he needs that comfort more than anything. expect him to lay on your boobs or just hold you close to his chest. he cannot sleep unless you’re in bed beside him and he knows you’re safe.

- passenger princess? hell yes. he will pick you up and take you anywhere. it doesn’t matter if you guys are traveling far, he loves when you’re sitting in the passenger seat. he loves to admire you when you’re humming a tune or just staring out the window. you look so pretty like that.

- HE LOVES WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. kazutora is always picky about other people messing with it, but when it’s you? oh go crazy! he will let you do whatever you want to it. whether it be putting it in pigtails, curling it, straightening it, he doesn’t care. he just loves when your hands are running through his black and blonde strands. also, it helps him fall asleep at night. i think touching his hair is such a huge comfort thing for him, so expect him to love it and crave it.

- “wait, baby, put your hands.. here. yeah, right there.”

- kazutora is somewhat clingy. he wouldn’t be extremely clingy to the point where it’s unbearable, but he loves to be by your side and have your attention on him. it’s super cute.

- he’s definitely a guy who likes low maintenance dates. not saying he doesn’t like going to fancy restaurants, but he loves to just have one at home with you. he’d cook something nice for you and then you’d both enjoy it while watching a movie. don’t worry though, there’s always lots of room for dessert as well ;). especially once you both have had some cuddle time under the blanket.

- he always sends you those random texts reminding you that you’re beautiful. he just can’t help himself. he’s so in awe with your beauty that he loves talking about it. he will even tell his friends how amazing you are. he just cannot help himself, yk?

- “hey, princess. just a reminder you’re the best girl ever and i love you!! 🫶🏻”

- kazutora has so many pictures of you!! he’s kind of like chifuyu when it comes to being your personal hype man. he loves to see your pretty face whenever he opens his phone. i also feel as if he’s the kind of guy who would have a polaroid of you on the back of his cellphone. he sometimes stares at it when he’s bored or when he needs a little motivation throughout the day.

- now.. onto some more spicy things.

- i firmly believe this man is a fucking freak. he isn’t super super kinky, but i do believe he knows how to really throw some spice in the bedroom. he’s really good at what he does and he makes you feel like you’re on the fucking moon whenever he’s having sex with you.

- sex can be quite an intimate act for the two of you. some times it’s slow and sensual. he’ll make love to you and cherish you like you’re his wife. those are the days when kazutora is most soft and he takes his time with you. he can eat you out for hours and not get tired when he makes you cum for the third time in a row. he also will constantly remind you that you’re beautiful and that your body is such a work of art. he praises you so much!

- he also has a good tongue. he knows all the right places to make you feel good. he also can EATT. kazutora loves watching you in pleasure, especially when it’s from him. it’s always your pleasure over his any day.

- he will more than likely make you squirt with how good he is in bed.

- now on a different note, kazutora can be a little more rough with you. sometimes he doesn’t take his time and he fucks your brains out till you’re a mess on his cock. he’ll probably be the type to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging him to slow down because of how sensitive your clit is. he doesn’t slow the pace though ;). he wants you trembling and falling apart for him by the end of the night.

- “yeah.. that’s my pretty little slut. cum for my cock, baby.”

- if he’s hitting it from behind, he’s so going to pull your hair. he loves to yank on something whenever he’s fucking your brains out, and it will always be your hair. he can be kinda rough with it too. he’ll even pull

- he can be a little mean sometimes. whenever he’s in the mood to tease you, he’ll edge you to the point where you’re a shaky mess for him. kazutora loves watching you squirm and whine for that release. he totally gets off on that shit, so expect him to do it often to mess with you. it’s even worse when he draws you so so close and then he halts completely and pulls out with your sticky arousal all over his dick.

- he kinda likes when you tug on his hair whenever he’s going down on you. it’s one of his favorite things to do.

- “yeah, that’s my girl. cum all over my face, baby.”

- kazutora loves to mark up your neck. if you’re sitting on his lap he’ll lean in and bite your neck to see whatever marks are left. he’ll suck on your sweet spot and that only increases the pleasure, especially if he’s making you ride his cock. it’s so fucking hot.

- always after sex you guys take a nice bath or shower together. he always kisses your shoulders as a silent apology if he was being really rough. it’s super cute whenever he’s like that. he’ll also make sure to cuddle with you afterwards because he loves to feel your skin against his. it’s the best form of intimacy in his opinion.

- he’s so cute.. MARRY THIS MAN.

[maudie-duan]

A/N: Hey guys! Happy weekend! Thought I would drop Part ll. Really loving this Mini Series so far. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for following along so far! Also, please listen to the song! Its vital to the whole fic!

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Warnings: 18+, Language, Smut, Talks of Possible Sex Trauma, Eating Disorder, Body Dysmorphia, Teen Angst, Emotions. (If I miss anything, let me know.)

The universe is either cruel or working in mysterious ways. In ways, I don’t think I’ll ever understand because how is this happening right now? Me crawling through Harry Styles’s window?

The one I’ve liked, maybe even loved, since middle school. 

Okay, yes, using the word “love” feels dramatic, but I don’t know how to explain it, and maybe saying you’ve “loved someone since middle school” is weird because it’s obvious he’s never felt the same way—Trust me, he has proved it time and time again. 

I’ve never been the girl he picks. I’ve always been the background character in his world, and there was a time when even the smallest morsels fed the desperation always booming within, that pull that never went away. 

He wasn’t always this distant figure, a harsh memory of the past when he was a possible aspect of my life. Before everything changed, when maybe his eyes lingered a little longer. When he would look at me, like he did tonight on the roof, when no one was looking, a shared smile, a knowing look, tiny moments I lived for when I was young when I made him the center of my universe—and that’s the thing about being young, right? Everything is so much bigger; we create these scenarios in our heads, and the more we speak them into existence, the more real they become—that was Harry for me.

I liked him so much—so much that it hurt, and I know this sounds crazy, but I swear he liked me too, maybe not to the degree that I had taken it to, but I saw it; it was this gut-deep feeling, like the one I’m feeling now—undeniable—every sign was there. 

A feeling I’ve known like the back of my hand. It’s that same feeling that still pings in my chest whenever Harry looks my way, thinking maybe I might be a passing thought in his mind. That elusive feeling I’ve learned to suppress, bury like he’s nothing, and currently, it’s as potent as his hands on my waist. Steadying me as I find my footing, now I’m through the window, staring up at him with the same desperation I felt a million times before, standing here with every opportunity I would have died for.

The chance to call him mine, even for a moment, I could have him just tonight, and that would be enough, right?

And he’s gazing at me with those green eyes I’ve dreamed about often, and something about it hurts, like why now? Why has he never seen me? What’s changed because I’m still the same person as then—maybe the outside has changed, but I’m still me at my core, and she was never enough for him—so why now when he could have had me all along? 

So many thoughts and feelings are churning through my mind, and I want to ask him. I want to know, but would he tell me? Why does it feel so easy, so comfortable, effortless to be here in his presence, like old friends reuniting, like we haven’t missed a beat, like there hasn’t been an ocean of tides drifting between us for the last five years?

But haven’t I learned by now that the universe doesn’t always play fair? Like somehow I ended up with his ex-best friend, and the kicker is that aside from Harry, he’s the hottest guy in school, and was that a reward from the universe, a clap on the back, “you’ve worked hard all summer,” now your skinny and people see you, the real you.

This is what I’ve been telling myself for the last two years. That you have Trent, the guy that everyone wants, the guy that gets to wear you like the arm candy you’ve become because you’re pretty now, you know, the guy that I should feel so lucky to have because every day girls are lining up to be with him, so smile, don’t eat too much, you still need to fit into those low rise jeans he forced you into buying even though they suck for girls with any kind of hips and ass. 

And how many things have I changed and will continue to change to keep him? To say that I have him because that’s enough, right? I’m enough? 

I’ve become perfectly manicured to fit next to him, and it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t like my curly hair; I straighten it anyway because he thinks I look sexy with straight hair, and Trent delicately encouraging me to wear more makeup isn’t so bad, especially when I nail a smoky eye or the perfect cat wing, and he calls me hot. Pinching at all the parts of my body that make me insecure, then he gives me that look, lifting my shirt because my jeans are too small, cutting into my flesh, but what he doesn’t realize is that I’m in between sizes because the others are too big now—and I’m fucking starving—and there goes dinner because I can’t bear the look of disappointment across his beautiful face. 

It doesn’t hurt that bad anymore because nobody gets him like I do. Nobody gets the parts of him when our bodies are pressed as one, and he whispers, “I love you,” pushing in and out of me too hard, and that part doesn’t hurt as much anymore because that’s when I get to shine. I get to put on a show, do all the things that I know he likes, and dammit, I’m so fucking good at it, and he tells me every time, and when he thrusts into me again, and I tell him, “I love it” I praise him, stroking his ego just enough that he’ll say I love you again—and I do love him because this is what love is, right?

So, of course, I’ll change because I don’t dare push him, or he’ll pull away, leaving me spinning out, questioning everything, and if I think about it all too hard. I’ll realize that I’m the joke, that I’m a fucking fool. That I’m pathetic, that I know I’m worthy of more—and here is Harry staring down at me, his touch so sweet and delicate, the way his thumb is stroking my cheek, and it doesn’t feel real. 

All of this feels like some kind of fever dream, one I’ve dreamed a hundred times over, and I don’t know how to tell him that I might be too high for this.

But it feels so good, and I want him. I want him more than I’ve wanted anything before, and when he kisses me, the warmth of his mouth is all I can feel. It’s the only thing pushing the thoughts away, numbing my whole body because he is all I can see, the vibrations of his movements thrumming through my body, his touch stealing my breath, and I’m weak for it, and I think he wants the same thing. 

Then he breaks the kiss and smiles, the whites of his eyes red, his eyes never looking more green than they do now, and all I can do is smile because I haven’t felt this happy in a long time.

“Let’s listen to your Wilco CD, yeah?” he asks lowly, the rasp of his voice filling my chest.

“Yeah…” I breathe through the haze of his kiss. Every movement he makes is making me dizzy, and when he moves away, I grab the CD. 

Harry clicks the lamp on next to his bed, glancing over to ask if I can flip the switch by his bedroom door, and when the room goes dim, reality floods in, the same question tormenting me: Is this really happening? and here I am doing my best to tamper it down, but suddenly, I’m that girl in Junior High again, fearing the worst because I’m putting all my hope into this one boy, and I know that’s not real, but I’m scared all the same.

There’s undoubtedly a noticeable change, a buzzing in the air, and I have no clue what I’m doing here. I feel like a robot, mechanically moving, playing out a script in my head, all the while the knot of nerves growing in the pit of my stomach is keeping me on edge. I wonder if he’s nervous, too, and when I look over at him. He’s stretched out on his bed, legs hanging over the side, and he looks so peaceful and calm as the lamp’s soft glow illuminates his skin. 

 I’m trying with all my might to embody that feeling as I change the CDs in the player, and I know my best move is to be the girl I am for Trent. That’s what got me here, right? He must have noticed me and liked what he saw—and I can be her with my eyes closed, embody “her” any time of the day, play out the motions because I am her. 

So when I crawl onto his bed and sit facing him, cross-legged, casually, like I’ve done this before, with him, I know I’ve got this, “You’re in for a treat—” I began, and he smiles, eyes closed.

“You’re going to love this album…” 

A lazy laugh pushes through his parted lips, and he barely opens his eyes. “Mmm…” he hums. I thought you meant a different kind of treat…” Then his eyes are open, more alert, and I gaze down, watching him draw an invisible line down my thigh with the tip of his finger. Reeling over his touch that seems to vibrate through my entire body as heat creeps up my cheeks. 

My heart is pounding in my chest, and I bite down on my lower lip, trying to keep my face neutral, to play it cool and collected. “It could be both…” I admit because it’s true—This is what we’re doing. I would be a fool to think it wasn’t leading to this. 

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth. “Yeah?” he asks, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. That knot in the pit of my stomach inching deeper, the sensation spreading, pulling between my legs, vying at his energy.

“Yeah,” I say softly, eyes darting to his hand now running down his chest, a slow drag, stopping at the hem of his shirt. It’s like a thirst I never knew how to quench, and my mouth goes dry with one glance at the button on his jeans, and I swallow hard, losing the words at the tip of my tongue. Without thought, I’m climbing on top of him. My mouth dives to his as fast as his hands were on my face, both needy, desperate for what this was becoming outside.

Our teeth gnashed together, warranting a shared groan, but it only made me want him more to find that same rhythm we shared on the roof when he pressed himself between my legs—now I’m pushing myself into him again, aching for that same friction.

And he’s like a whirlwind, with no lead-up, a messy haze of confusion, my body only responding to his touch. He slid his hand up my shirt, groping me through the thin lace of my bra, and the warmth of his hand filled my chest. I found myself holding my breath, afraid to react, my nipple growing hard under his touch, then he gently pinches the hardened tip, and I gasp in a breath of air, a shudder of pleasure rushing through my body.

I pressed into him then, a raspy groan leaving his mouth, and I knew I had him, that I could do this.

When he breaks the kiss and tugs at the hem of my shirt, whispering, “Off—” a smirk streaks his face, and I press a finger into one of the dimples dipping into his cheek. 

“You take your shirt off…” I laugh, and the thought makes my head spin, a thrill of everything good happening all at once because the way he’s looking at me has my heart thudding against my rib cage, and my brain can’t decipher the difference between joy and fear; and maybe right now they’re the same thing. 

He thrusts his hips, making me bounce in his lap, and I wrap my arms around his neck, landing with a light bump against the hard bulge in his jeans. He bites down on his lower lip again, hugging his arms around my body, playfully pushing himself into me, and he buries his face between my breasts, nestling a moan into my chest. 

And fuck he’s so sexy, and I’m so turned on. It’s been so long—so long since I’ve felt this way, and when he tightens his arms around my body, he peeks up, all playfulness gone, and he says, “I want you so bad…” 

That was enough. That was all I needed; That was all I’ve ever wanted from Harry, those words, and that feeling is back, masquerading as courage, and when he lifts us off the bed, my thighs tighten around his waist, legs wrapping around him, not worried that I’m too heavy, or that he’ll drop me because the insecurities aren’t there.

He shifts me further up his body, hooking his hands under my ass, and I reach for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the ground. A hazy smile spreads across his face as he takes me in—The first layer is gone. 

When his eyes flit to mine, I wrap my arms around his neck as he slowly releases me, pressing my body to his until my feet hit the ground, his gaze never leaving mine. 

I can feel myself succumbing to him, the muscles in my cheeks stiff from holding the constant smile he brings me. This time, he pokes his finger into my dimple, and I bite at his finger as he pulls away, making him laugh. Then, he brings the pad of his thump up to trace the curve of my lower lip.

When he dips his thumb into my mouth, I comply without delay, lapping the tip with my tongue, then sucking him in, the suction building as he pulls away, his eyes roaming my face. I watch the pupils in his eyes dilate, then contract, like the onset of hunger, and he pushes his wet thumb into his mouth, tasting me, wrapping his heart-shaped lips around his finger, slowly opening his mouth to drag his thumb down his tongue.

And I think I’ll fucking lose it. My hands are already on Harry’s shirt, gripping the fabric, needy as he does the work for me, when he grabs his shirt and yanks it over his head.

My quick hands reach for the top of his jeans, tugging on the button until it pops open. Then our hands become greedy, moving to undress one another like it’s a race, like there’s no time left. 

He pulls at the snap of my bra, releasing it open like he’s done this a million times, coming off effortlessly, another article of clothing gathering at our feet. Then he leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, hard and fast, but it’s welcoming, and I run my hands through his hair, moaning, my body jumping with the sharp sound of the suction sounding over the soft music.

He moves his mouth back to mine, pushing a sloppy kiss to my mouth. It jolts us both when our teeth knock, gnashing together again, and both sigh, the overwhelming sensation ricocheting through our bodies, and it sets us back a few paces. Harry pulls away then, laughing, holding my face between his hands. “Sorry,” he whispers, a shy smile forming, then his eyes fall to my lips, readying to kiss me again. 

He tilts my chin up, and when he leans in to kiss me again, trying to keep the same pace as before, our teeth clash. This time, we both laugh, pulling back, and he speaks up, “Maybe we should slow things down a bit?” He suggests, tracing over my lips, bringing with it awareness.

I didn’t realize I was out of breath until I felt the rise and fall of his chest pressed to mine, my boob smashing into his body, so hot, the heat creeping up my spine, knocking the air from my lungs, and this is real.

This is as real as it gets, I think, as Harry stands shirtless before me. My grip loosens around his neck, creating a sliver of space between us. 

My body sticks to the sheen of sweat already coating his torso. When did it get this hot? So hot that I could barely breathe?

Harry is looking down at me, so seriously, still holding my face in his strong hands, hands that will touch me in places I’ve only imagined, and he’s different. Different from anything I’ve ever envisioned before, and when he slowly lowers down to his knees, eyes traveling down my body, I have to fight the urge to cover myself, to not let him see the things I’m most insecure about, the flaws that I couldn’t hide even if I tried.

My arms hang limp around his neck, gazing down as he presses his lips into the flesh of my skin, each kiss as delicate as the one before, moving across my belly, inching toward my hip, softly biting into my skin. Harry draws a weighted breath through his nose, and I lick my lip as his eyes flick to mine; and he smiles, sinking his teeth in just enough to bring out a laugh, then he pushes his lips into my side, pressing hard until I feel the kiss deep in my bone, and I rake a hand through his hair.

Harry nudges his face into my stomach, slightly angling his head upward to gaze at me. Something about the gesture is so sweet, and I find myself cradling his head in my arms, staring down into his eyes, watching his head rise and fall with every breath I take. Then he closes his eyes, hugging his arms around my lower body, and embraces me. 

His head skims up my body until his cheek is flush with my bare breast, and his grip around me tightens. I arch around him then, walling him in as my hair cascades around him, and I kiss the top of his head, breathing him in like this is the first and last time.

Eventually, I close my eyes as the lyrics of the song fill the room, Wilco’s—You Are My Face, blaring. I swear these lyrics have never hit harder than they did in that very moment, and when I swallow, testing my voice for words, I can’t speak past the deep burn building at the back of my throat. 

My grip grows stronger, his embrace deepening, and I wonder if it’s like this with every girl, if this kindness is an act because I’m already aching with it. Dreading the moment, I have to let him go because he is so fucking nice and believable, and then I kiss him again and again until I feel his hold on me loosen.

Harry grabs hold of my hips, softly pulling away, and even though I don’t want to, I let go, letting my hands fall to his shoulders. He pushes one last kiss into the center of my chest, then looks up and clears his throat, “This song is really good,” he confesses, the rasp of his voice deep like waking from a tranquil state. 

“Yeah…” I barely manage because he’s studying my face, and I’m doing my best to keep it cool. Trying not to fall apart because something tells me that he wouldn’t mind, but I don’t want to be that girl; this isn’t how I want him to remember me because this is nothing more than what it is, and I can’t let myself fall into that old pattern of thinking—when I made him more than he was; when he was so high above me that I couldn’t see the double-edged sword he twisted, setting our fate until now.

“Marlowe?” he whispers, “We don’t have to do this…”

I nod my head, contemplating his words. I didn’t expect this part, yet here we are, “What do you want?” I ask because I don’t want to start second-guessing myself.

He lets out a light laugh, grinning, and he doesn’t even have to say it, but I want him to, “I think you know what I want…” He tells me as heat rises to my face, and I match his smile.

“Yeah…” I agree, but it isn’t enough; he wants more because he isn’t moving, just smiling at me, teasing me with that knowing gaze.

“Is that a yes, then?” He questions, mouth drawing close to the bud of my nipple, rock hard, basically calling for him to suck it between his perfect lips. 

“Mmmm…” I hum, too consumed by the look on his face and his hot breath near my skin. I nod my head; yes, but that’s still not enough. 

He blows a cooled breath across my skin, sending chills down my spine, and I blurt, “Yes—yes…okay—okay—” Then he starts to his feet, kissing my cheek gently.

“Good—that’s what I needed…” he tells me. 

“Is it silly to admit that I just want to listen to that song over and over until it’s burned into my memory?” he asks, so casually, moving to the bed, like I’m not just standing here with my tits hanging out. 

Harry starts adjusting the bed, pulling the comforter back, peeling the top sheet with it, and I’m impressed with his adequately made bed. “The first time I heard it. I played it like five times,” I tell him, glancing down at my chest, and I wrap my arms around my body, unsure how to function like this with him as I move in and out of delayed pockets of reality. 

“Would you be opposed to us playing it on repeat?” he questions, tossing the question over his shoulder.

I smile because I like this side of him, trying to sort through fact and fictional traits that I’ve imagined about him; this wasn’t one of them, “I’m down—” I answer, walking over to the CD Player. 

Harry must see me searching the buttons because in no time, he was behind me, pressing his bare chest against my back, a hand grazing down my side while reaching with the other, engulfing my body with his, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“The settings are tricky,” he says, pushing a few buttons. I mumble, “Mmm…” holding my breath, suddenly nervous to move. He caresses my tummy for a few seconds, then tugs at the button of my jeans, yanking them open, leaving me dumbfounded. 

The move is so smooth as he unzips my zipper, and I draw a silent breath through my nose, trying my hardest to stay relaxed under his touch. His lips press into my neck as the lyrics of the song flood the space, and I push my ass into the bulge of his jeans. Then Harry grasps hold of my hips, pulling me into him, driving home the idea of his rock-hard dick, and I feel him. 

The last time I felt this nervous, I was telling my sister that I had lost my virginity. I thought she would have been more mad about the act; it turns out she was more pissed that I gave it up to Trent so easily. At the time, I didn’t understand. My virginity didn’t mean anything, but as corny as it sounds, I wish this would have been this moment or that the moment could have been like this. 

Exactly this: Harry’s gentle hands on my hips guided me to his bed; nothing rushed, nothing forced. No words of convincing, no pressure to play out “the duty of a girlfriend,” and when Harry sits me on the bed, I genuinely take him in. Eyes roaming over the plains of his muscular body, thinking soccer is the perfect sport because he’s so fucking fit. 

And when did he get all of these tattoos? I had heard about a few, but I didn’t realize how into them he was, and it’s so fucking hot. When I reach for the waist of his jeans, I catch sight of the line of words marked across his lower abdomen and laugh, eyes flicking to his.

“Really?” I ask because I feel like tattooing the words “Might As Well” should be a little douchy, but there’s honestly something sexy about it and honest, especially if we’ve already made it this far.

“Is it working?” He jokes, a cocky grin on his face, and I laugh as a rush of nerves fills my belly, my clit pulsing, making it real. My mind getting hit with tiny doses of reality that settle in every time I allow a thought to slip through the haze. I feel higher than before, doubled down, between Harry and the music, it’s like I’m sinking into another realm where only Harry and I exist, and I’m looking up at him as his smile fades into curiosity, lost. I think he’s asking me a question, but then I go blank, overwhelmed by it all. 

“I still feel really high…” he states like he’s stealing the thought right from my brain.

I smile, trying to fight the seize of nerves. I want to keep control, but my body is going numb, “Yeah, me too,” I agree, and without thought, I start shimming Harry’s jeans down as the bridge of the song cascades into my mind:

I have no idea how this happens 

All of my maps have been overthrown

Happenstance has changed my plans

So many times, my heart has been outgrown

The melody of the music takes over as Harry kicks his jeans off, then leans forward to lay me back onto the bed, and helps me wiggle out of my jeans, easing them off when they get caught on my ankle. 

In seconds, they’re on the ground, and just as easily as the rest of our clothes came off, his boxers follow. 

I watch him slide them down his legs, bending with the movement, and when he leans back up, his hard dick springs up, finally free, and I try not to react because he’s watching me. I crawl back onto the bed, my knees knocking together, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on or wanted someone inside me this badly in my life. 

In all the times I had imagined Harry, it had never felt like a palpable thing, something I could reach out and touch, and as I watched him climb onto the bed, his dick swinging; hard for me, I could not believe this was happening. I want to enjoy this. I want to savor every second because this would be the first and the last time. We could never do this again; everything about this was so wrong.

But when he grabbed my face and kissed me, it felt right, everything felt so fucking right. I could feel myself opening up for him, my legs spreading of their own accord, his body pressing to mine as he lays me back onto his pillows, and this is happening, really happening— then the song starts over at the top, and I know I can never listen to this song again without thinking of him. 

When Harry breaks the kiss, he leans back onto his heels, taking me in as I lay there on full display, and when he smiles, I know Harry is pleased with what he sees, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he coos, and fuck he has me. He’s had me for so long; I’m his, and I want to be his. Then he reaches for my panties, starting to work them off, and I lift my hips, feeling the fabric roll as he lifts my legs, kissing my ankle when he tosses them over the side of the bed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” He confesses, lowering my legs, and I draw them together, knees bent, and he plants a kiss on each knee as I adjust the pillows under my head, and I’m wondering why the hell he would say that to me—wanted what for so long? me? or this?

“Me too,” I answer, half embarrassed because obviously he knows this about me, or he wouldn’t be playing into it—and I don’t want to do this, overthink everything about this. I want to be here with him. I’m allowed to do this, right? It doesn’t have to be more than exactly what this is—sex.

Yet, my knees are locked together, and when he tries to ease them apart, he laughs, thinking that I’m teasing him, so I play it off, forcing my body to comply, and I let them lower, slowly spreading my legs until Harry sees what he wants. The look alone shifts something in my brain, the song playing it’s calming outro, lulls my body into a peaceful state, a trick of the mind. 

Because as soon as Harry climbs on top of me, everything in my body and mind is so overwhelmed, overwhelmed that this is real, that the second he slides a finger up the slit of my vagina, I’m his. 

His grunt says enough, a husky exhale pushed against my lips, his finger gliding effortlessly. I’m so fucking wet for him, “Fuck—Marlowe…” he breathes, pressing a light kiss to my temple, and when he moves his mouth to my ear, he says:

“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” and his breathy laugh fills the shell of my ear, and I smile up at him when his face moves over mine. When we lock eyes, I see that hungry look, the one like before, and I clench my thighs together, trying to keep his hand there. 

I close my eyes, replaying that sensation over and over in my head until I’m lost with it, lost in the kisses he’s peppering along my jaw, down my neck, a light nibble on the tip of my ear, and I’m squeezing his hand so fucking hard, my thighs like an iron grip.

“If you want more, you’ll have to spread those legs for me,��� He whispers into my ear.

“Fuck—” I breathe, “I’m so fucking turned on right now…” and I close my eyes again, finding it hard to keep them open.

He pushes a soft laugh into the crook of my neck, and I release his hand, letting him take over, giving my body over to him, letting him shift my legs however he sees fit. Then he’s moving his face away from mine, the pillow dipping above my head, and he rests his arm above me, hoovering over my body.

This time it’s two fingers spreading my lips open, and he grazes over my clit, making my who body react with just a single touch, and I squeeze my eyes shut more, focusing on the way he’s moving, slow and controlled, getting me ready, “Like honey,” he tells me, pulling away.

And I open my eyes then, feeling needy for more, just as Harry pushes his wet fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. I grab hold of his wrist before he can go back for more and lean up, shoving his fingers deep into my mouth until they hit the back of my throat, and I gag a little, letting my saliva pull down his fingers until they’re glistening, watching the need on his face grow, when I push them back in, sucking them in, licking them clean, cleaning up the mess I’ve made of them.

There is nothing else I need because I have to have him now, inside me, filling me up like I know he will, and I’m no longer concerned about putting on a show, “I want you now—” I force out, falling back onto my elbows, spreading my legs for him and he pushes himself up onto his knees, taking me in; me taking him in. 

A standstill as I watch the moth tattoo at the center of his torso rise and fall, each breath chiseling the contour of his abs, another layer of sexy that I can’t wrap my brain around, that I know I’ll fucking dwell on, another lingering memory I know I’ll fucking chew to bits, forever desperate for one more look.

And I’m not thinking about anything else but my legs dropping, the look on his face, the way he’s licking his lips, tugging his hand up and down his hard cock, then he releases it as it drops, heavy, dangling between his legs, and he leans down, his hand coming down to the pillow next to my head, holding himself up with one arm, his muscles flexing, and I grab hold of his arm, preparing as my whole body seizes for impact.

Harry presses a kiss to my lips as he lines himself up, and I adjust my hips moving accordingly, gasping when he strokes the head of his penis down the slick lips of my pussy, and I’m holding my breath, staring up at him, concentration streaking his features as he gazes down between our bodies.

My head is racing, my grip tightening on his arm as the lead-up to the bridge of songs builds, Harry lining up with my entrance, and I’m closing my eyes, wondering how the fuck we got to this part. Then he’s pushing into me, stretching me like I knew he would, my legs involuntarily closing, and I can feel myself clenching around him, barely in, and I need air, and all I can say is, “Slow—Slow—Slow—” as my eyes fly open, the pain stealing my breath, but I want it.

He stops mid-movement, a tender smile on his lips. “We can go as slow as you’d like…I promise,” he reassures me.

Each breath I take is shallow, barely enough to fill my lungs; his eyes are on me as he continues to push inside me, a sharp twinge of pain pushing against my walls, “You have to breathe, Marlowe,” he gently instructs, but my nerves say otherwise. 

“Maybe—once you’re in…we can, like—pause?” I ask, inhaling a sharp breath— and it’s like ripping a bandaid off because he pushes all the way in as a pained moan of “Ahhh—ouch—” muffles into his neck, and I wrap my arms around him, a tight hold, and I’m freaking out because I’ve had plenty of sex, but this hurts so fucking bad, and I can’t relax, even though everything in me wants to.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” he breathes into my ear, “I figured it would be worse if we waited any longer,” 

“Jesus—You’re so fucking tight right now—” He forces, voice gravelly, his heavy breaths coming one after the other as he pushes the heat of his breath into my neck.

“Yeah…” I huff, trying to catch my own breath.

He lifts his head then, “Are you okay?” He asks, gradually pressing his body flush to mine, his dick pushing deeper, and I bit down on my lower lip, squeezing my eyes shut, then finally there’s no movement, just the dull ache, Harry stretching and filling me up, in a way that Trent has never come close to. 

“Sorry—” I apologize at a loss for words, and I swallow hard, searching his face for disappointment, but it’s nowhere to be found—just kindness and a sympathetic frown.

He kisses my cheek then, “There’s nothing to apologize for…” he assures me, planting a kiss closer to my mouth, “You’re perfect…” he says, pressing the words to my lips.

“Are you like this with every girl you sleep with?” I ask, curious, because each of his answers is too good, too “perfect,” and I would rather know the truth, but would it make a difference? He’s already inside me, getting what he wants, what we both want.

And before he answers, I catch his mouth with my lips, deepening the kiss, driving my mouth against his, until he forgets the questions, until his tongue teases my upper lip, testing the waters, and the song is starting over, setting the pace and I open my mouth slightly, letting him in. As we get lost in the kiss, the tension of pain ebbs into a fading reminder as pleasure slowly inches through my body, my muscles relaxing. Then I move my hips just the slightest bit, feeling brave, and he doesn’t move, letting me ease into it.

Another round of the outro plays out as my hips begin to move against him. Our breaths pick up as a rhythm forms, soft moans flowing in and out of one another mouths until I’m lifting my hips to meet his, his dick becoming slick between my legs, each stroke less careful, and when my body falls back to the bed, he drives a hand into my hip bone, pinning me to the bed, then pulls away from the kiss.

And when he locks eyes with me, he plunges into me deeper, a sharp dose of pain and pleasure, and I yell out, “Fuck—” Then he’s pulling out a little more this time, propping my hips up when he slides his forearm under me, finding the perfect angle and pushes into me again, thrusting in and out of me at a pace, I’ve never experienced before, and holy fuck it’s so good because I’m losing myself, my hips moving with his, keeping up with his thriving satisfaction.

As Harry’s arm inches across my lower back, he groans into my ear, sinking deeper each time, the fiction deepening as the gap lesson between our bodies and this is how I’ve imagined sex, two bodies coming together, no thought, just pleasure, and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, thinking he couldn’t get any deeper, and then he does, and he rasps out a breathy, “Holy fuck—This—”

“This—is so—fuck…” he says, trying to find words, but I don’t need them because when he forces his arm all the way across my low back, grabbing hold of my waist, I lift my hips, just as he’s lifting me, coming up to his knees, my legs gripping him like my life depends on it, like I can’t miss a single moment of pleasure, and I rip the pillow from under me, letting my head crash to the mattress hard, my spine a straight line, and this, holy shit this.

And he pulls me down his dick hard this time, stars blooming behind my eyes, and I have no clue where the fuck I am anymore, where my body starts and his ends, and each time he pumps into me, I moan out, calling his name, claiming it as if it were mine to claim, repeating, “So good—” over and over, a steady knot weaving deep in my belly and this is happening, I think—I’m going to come, he’s going to make me come.

When he mumbles out, “So…close—” I grip his waist hard, my hands flat against the bed, pushing myself up, working my hips up and down, riding with a driving force, keeping him deep inside me, and when he yells my name I’m right at the edge, seconds away.

“Fuck—Mar—” and he’s coming, bursting inside me, his dick pulsing with each slowed thrust, it tips me over the cliff, and I’m falling, falling, freeing the tension as my body shutters under his, every muscle going tight, gripping around the contour of his dick as hard as I can, more demanding than before, and he lets me ride out this wave of bliss until my body goes slack in his arms.

He laughs then, bringing me back to the present, startling me back from a place I’ve never been with anyone else, not like this. I’ve never been able to let go, get into the headspace, not overthink it, just be, and as he gently lowers me back down to the bed.

Out of nowhere, I erupt into pure laughter, an uncontrollable sensation that seizes my entire body, shaking with every ridiculous giggle, “Holy shit—” I breathe, covering my face as the laughter ripples through me.

“That good, huh?” he chuckles, trying to pull my hands away.

“Yeah…” I muffle through my hands as the laughter starts to subside. He presses his lips to my wrist, and I peek out, catching his eyes on me. 

He tugs at them again, and I slowly lower them, too afraid to look at him, “We’ve made a bit of a mess, yeah?” He says, as he gently pulls out of me, a quick rush of sensation that overstimulates me, and as soon as he’s out, I clamp my legs shut. 

Curiosity has me lifting myself onto my elbows to get a better look at the damage. The light catches the glint of Harry’s slick dick, and I fall back onto the pillows, covering my face again; a strange mix of embarrassment and guilt gripping hold of me, and I can’t believe I just had sex with Harry.

“What?” he asks, and I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling; I can hear it in his voice. The bed dips as he moves around, my face burning under my sweaty palms.

And then I realize I’m naked, and I lift myself, drawing my knees to my chest, and hug them close to my body, “Nothing, it’s just—” I start.

“I don’t know…I guess I’ve never pictured that happening...”

“Never—? Not even once?” he asks, and his question feels pointed. Maybe he doesn’t mean it that way, but younger Marlowe, Middle school Marlowe, is on the defense.

I shrug my shoulders, trying to run a hand through my messy hair, but the curls are peeking through, so I leave it. I watch Harry slip back into his boxers as silence mounds between us. “I just mean—” he lets out. 

“I’ve pictured it…” and my eyes dart to him, “Like, didn’t you have like sort of a crush on me before?” he smiles. If he’s teasing me about it, I’m not into it. We’re just now at a comfortable enough level with this topic—and by comfortable, I mean we just had sex without it ever coming up, and I don’t want to push it any further. 

Fuck—why is he doing this? Where is he going with this conversation? Is he really trying to rehash the past? 

I puff my cheeks, blowing out a hot breath, my face burning, and I shake my head, shrugging my shoulders again, “You already knew that, Harry…” I answer, my voice dropping, feeling disgusted with myself, sitting with the aftermath of what we just did as it pulls between my legs, and my eyes start to sting, shame burning me alive. I don’t want to cry, but there is so much that I’m feeling right now, confused to say the least, because that wouldn’t even touch the surface because what are we even doing?

His face falls then, like he’s reading room, understanding sweeping the smirk off his face, “Fuck—Marlowe. I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean it like that…” 

“Honestly—?” he asks, “I’ve liked you for a long time—” and I click my tongue, rolling my eyes because I can’t look at him as he tries to confess to something that can’t be true.

My eyes roam the blank wall, looking anywhere else but at him, “I’m serious, Marlowe…and maybe this isn’t fair…” and I shake my head as the tears swell in my eyes.

“Please don’t—” I breathe.

“Marlowe, look at me…”

“Please?” he pleads.

“Why are you doing this right now,” I ask, tears flooding over.

“I didn’t mean to upset you… it’s just that—” Then Harry exhales a frustrated breath, “It’s just that I never thought I had a chance…and then you started dating Trent—”

“And before that?” I ask, reaching for the blanket because every time his eyes flit over my body, I’m grossed out, on the verge of throwing up, trapped in this situation I put myself in. 

“I told you—I was an idiot…” 

A cold silence stretches between us as I tug on the blanket, and then I realize he’s sitting on it, and I give up. “Marlow, listen…” he pushes, lifting off the blanket, and he tosses the edge toward me, and I snatch it up, wrapping it around my body. 

“I know I’ve fucked up in the past…but tell me, is there any way that we could walk away from this with something good…I don’t want to be “that guy” to you forever…the one that hurt your feelings…that rejected you when I should have just—I don’t know…”

He shrugs his shoulders, slumping with the thought, defeat stealing his posture, “Whatever that was—I don’t know…that was amazing,” he tells me, a shy smile turning up the corners of his mouth, “I don’t know… I’ve honestly never felt like that connected to someone before…that was—wow…” and he laughs out that last part, looking down at his hands in his lap, guilt passing over his face.

“It was good,” I say softly, grabbing his attention as a slow smile spreads across my face, and I swipe the tears from my eyes.

“Yeah?” he breaths, eyes searching my face.

“The best I’ve ever had…” and I laugh then, taking in his boyish grin, and I don’t know how he does it, and then he’s climbing on top of me, kissing my whole face, tears and all, then I’m pulling at his boxers, and he’s pushing inside me again, and each time it’s easier than the next.

I woke the next day with Harry’s body wrapped around mine, my hair sticking to my face, still wet from the shower we had taken just after we watched the sunrise over the lake. 

At some point, my phone died, and Harry didn’t have the same charger, so even though I didn’t want to cut our time short, I knew I had to get home. My parents didn’t normally care what I did anymore since I was eighteen, and there were only a few months of senior year, so as long as I kept my grades up, they didn’t care. 

Several times on the way to my house, Harry offered to buy me a charger, feed me lunch, dinner, anything to stay a little longer, but we both knew it would have to end. That our bubble would burst, and the real world would floor us no matter what—and that it did because the second he leaned in to kiss me goodbye, I knew it would be the last time I kissed him, so I savored every second, my body already yearning for every once of pleasure it felt last night, and this morning, another round, another shower, and I didn’t even recognize that girl, who I was turning into with him. 

That my feelings could be reciprocated, that I could truly enjoy myself with no judgment or shame, and as I gripped at his shirt, I longed for the person I could have been, for him, and I had to force myself from the kiss, leaving him with an untethered goodbye.

Words would never be enough because even though every muscle in my body ached, a delicious reminder of what our bodies could do together, a swift “thank you” wasn’t enough, the dull ache between my legs throbbing as I uttered the words “see you around” made my stomach flip with the truth of it—that it was just sex, and I had to be okay with that. 

Harry waited until I stepped inside, lingering, and when I glimpsed back, we locked eyes, and if he had waited any longer, I would have run back to his car. 

I could hear my mom clinking around in the kitchen. So dodged her and ran straight for the stairs and into my room, falling to my knees in front of the dress. I ripped open the bottom drawer and rifled through my clothes until I found the Plan B package I had stolen from my sister a long time ago. 

I stood fidgeting with the box, my hands shaking as stupidity dawned on me—actually, I thought about it last night when I was sitting on his toilet, waiting as his semen dripped from my body, pondering on what the fuck I was doing, because I stopped taking the pills a month ago, telling Trent I needed to take a step back because the birth control was making me gain weight. While that can be a true fact, it was a lie, and I only said it because I knew it was the only thing he would believe.

I didn’t want to have sex with him anymore. I figured I would ride out these last five months of school, knowing he was bound to break up with me, and that would be okay because I would be going to school far away from here next year, and I hadn’t told anyone where—a big fuck you to everyone who’s made my life hell. 

“Marlowe—” My mom’s voice echoes, but it sounds like she’s calling from downstairs, and I rip the box open, moving to my desk to cut open the package. The tips of my fingers are so shaky I can barely separate the foil from the pill, and just as it opens and the pill falls into my hand, I pop it into my mouth; shoving the packaging in the pocket of the hoodie, Harry let me borrow or keep—I don’t know—but then my mom burst through the door with mail in her hand, eyes shifted down as panic overtakes me. 

“Hey you…” she says as the pill gets caught in my throat, and I swallow down harder this time, forcing the dry speck down my fucking esophagus. 

“Hey—” I greet her, coughing slightly, clearing my throat as her eyes roam around my room.

“Didn’t hear you come in…” she says, eyeing me suspiciously, then they fall to the logo on the hoodie. 

“Sorry, my phone died. I was at Skylars.” I explain, clasping my hands in front of me. I have nothing to be nervous about; it is just something that I don’t want to explain.

“Trent came by—” she starts, and I nod, my heart dropping in my chest because it’s too soon to hear his name, “He said your phone was dead. I was guessing you were at Skys…?” she confirms with a questioning look, pulling between her brow. 

“Yeah…at Skys,” I agree, shoving my hands into the hoodie’s pocket. 

“Are you hungry? I was thinking of getting some food—or maybe we could go out…just the two of us? Dad had to go back into the office. He just started a huge case.”

I shrug my shoulders, wanting to play it casual—This is all normal, and I didn’t just almost choke on a Plan B pill because I let some dude come inside me several times, “That sounds good, Mom. I’m going to change first.” I tell her, suddenly wondering if Harry has fucked a lot of girls without condoms because that was not normal for me, but was it normal for him? Should I be worried? Should I get tested?

“Yeah—you look like you’ve barely slept…” she answers. 

I laugh, “Yeah, we pulled an all-nighter….” 

“But I do like your hair curly; it looks beautiful…you look beautiful, honey,” she tells me. 

I smile then, a rush of emotions flooding me, and I walk to my closet, opening the doors. “Styles?” she says immediately, reading the back of Harry’s soccer hoodie, making my heart skip a beat. 

“Isn’t that the last name of the boy you used to like? God—what’s his name…gosh, it's been so long—”

“Harry—”

“Oh, yes, Harry—He had a memorable last name, didn’t he? Was he at Sky’s?”

And I gulp down my racing heart, pretending to sift through my stuff, ‘Yeah…I forgot my jacket. So Harry let me borrow his hoddie.”

“Okay, well, that was nice of him—I’ll leave you to it, Dear. Come down when you’re ready; I’ll probably watch my cooking show while I wait.” Then my mom shuts the door, and I hurry over to the trash can under my desk, burying the contents of the packaging in my pocket, and sprawl across my bed as last night’s memories come crashing in—thinking I’ll never be the same because I think I’ll always want Harry, no matter how many times I’ve tried to rid him from my system. 

And now he’s back in life, and I think I’m already in deep, maybe deeper this time, and that's scary, pivotal because I’m not sure I’ll be able to control it this time; because in my heart of hearts, I haven’t changed, I’ve just gotten better at hiding it. 

A/N: So that happened...how will either one of them recover from that??? Part lll Monday can't wait. It's already getting good!

Tag list open! just let me know!

[karasuno-planet]

Long Distance + Prying Eyes- Oikawa Tooru

Post-Timeskip Oikawa x fem!reader

genre: a little bit of angst w/jealousy, but mostly fluff <3, sfw

wc: 0.6k

a/n: wow i wrote for a character that's not a Karasuno player?? Are you shocked? amazed? proud? thanks guys. my requests are open, enjoy <3

(gif not mine)

You had always felt like long-distance was a little harder on you than it was on him, despite his constant reminders that he misses you just as much. When he moved to Argentina he was swept up in the sport he had always been so devoted to, and who knew there would be just as many fangirls in Argentina as there were in Japan?

You were the only one who got to know Tooru in the way that you do, though. You have everything those girls want but could never have, but there was always still a lingering tinge of jealousy for the fact that they got to be physically around him while you were constantly reminded of his absence.

You sat in your apartment, eagerly tuning in to an interview Oikawa was doing. You opened your phone to see Tooru had sent you yet another picture of himself, this time showing you the outfit he had chosen for the interview. Soon enough, you see his tall frame walk on screen and sit down with the interviewer.

The questions had been pretty normal, asking mostly about his sport and his experience as an olympian. But your attention was particularly grabbed when the interviewer started asking about his personal life.

"So, Oikawa, it's no secret that you're the attracting force of a new fanbase, particularly a lot of girls your age have been tuning in since you joined the team here in Argentina."

He kept his sincere composure, seemingly unfazed by the question and still flashing his million-dollar smile, "Yes, I've had the opportunity to meet a lot of fans lately, which I'm grateful for."

"Oh, you have? Anyone in particular? I know our viewers are dying to know if someone has captured your heart."

"Well I hope I make it come across clearly that I'm in a serious relationship..." He responded using a light-heated tone, but he still came off a little defensive. You didn't mind that.

"Really? Tell us more!"

"I try to keep that aspect of my personal life a little more private, but I have a beautiful girlfriend back in Japan. I hope to show you more of her soon," He smiled so confidently while talking about you, and the respectful way he always spoke about you made your heart melt.

"How do you feel about your fans then? Are you creeped out?" The interviewer seemed to be asking questions to probe him for drama rather than discuss his career, which felt so skeevy to you. Thankfully, Oikawa was more than equipped to handle the questions.

"I'm always grateful for the support, and honestly flattered, but I always call for fans to respect my relationship and it hasn't been a huge issue." He smiled and nodded his head, "I just find myself so in love that it doesn't even faze me anymore. I don't give a single look to other girls." Upon hearing this your cheeks flushed red; there was no better words he could've said to the world to solidify how he felt about you and push away prying eyes.

A similar rush was given to you as you saw the words "I just find myself so in love that it doesn't phase me anymore" printed at the top of a news article the next day with your boyfriend's smiling face right below.

Long distance was not easy by any stretch, but having Oikawa Tooru as your boyfriend made it so worth it.

[masterlist]

[remember-digimon]

Next up is my favorite, Matt!

Wow what a cool guy.

So, Matt is usually described as a loner, Tai's rival, and the Angsty Cool Guy. None of these actually describe who he is, so let's dive into that.

1. Loner. Matt isn't a loner, he's lonely. Big difference. He keeps others at a very long arm's length as a self-preservation mechanism; due to his parents' divorce basically breaking his little heart at a really young age. He learned then that other people could hurt him by leaving, and decided from then on he wouldn't give them the opportunity to hurt him. His loneliness is so deeply rooted that it's interpreted by others as aloofness, while he is only 11 years old. Like damn wtf

2. Tai's rival. Outside of the Cherrymon incident, which was just good ol' manipulation to get the two most powerful Digimon in the group to fight, Matt was really only considered Tai's rival in early promotional stuff that had a little bio for each character. Matt likely gets interpreted as Tai's rival because they fight a lot, but it's not that simple. Matt doesn't want to compete with Tai, he doesn't want to be the leader. He butts heads with Tai because they're basically opposites. Matt is acutely aware of the group's feelings and needs, while Tai remains laser-focused on the goal at hand. This dynamic isn't like Ash vs Gary, where they're actively competing with each other. Matt gets frustrated with Tai very easily, and he feels things so intensely that he can't really help but blow up.

3. Cool Guy. Let's get one thing straight, this kid right here is not cool. This was more of a thing in the dub iirc, but regardless, his attitude is just a cover to keep people from getting too close. Hell, it takes Gabumon a few episodes longer than the other Digimon to really get close to Matt; before that point, Matt certainly isn't a total dick to Gabumon, but he isn't fully trusting yet either.

Matt's relationship with TK is an interesting one. He feels like it's his sole purpose to protect TK, not just from monsters but from anything unpleasant in life. All of the familial love and affection he gets comes from TK so it's understandable why he would feel this way.

One complaint I often hear about Matt is that his breakdown in the Dark Masters arc when TK gets kidnapped by Puppetmon is way overblown, that he wouldn't normally react that way. He left TK at the amusement park during Weregarurumon's Diner, and when he couldn't immediately leave he didn't break down like that.

The difference in these situations is obvious if you pay close attention. First of all, from the time the kids get up on the day Bakemon raid Odaiba to when they're back at the digital world and split up after talking to Homeostasis, is all one day. It feels much longer because of how many episodes that is, but they're all on at least 24 hours without sleep or taking a break. Also, keep in mind that Matt woke up earlier than the others, before sunrise, as his dad got him and Gabumon to the warehouse to keep them from getting abducted by the Bakemon.

Second, in that span of time the kids have all realized what they're up against. They've lost Wizardmon, Chuumon, Piximon, and Whamon in quick succession, the last three to the Dark Masters. Learning that his little brother has now been captured by one of these Dark Masters would lead Matt to fearing the worst.

Then there's the big fight he had with Tai just prior to the breakdown. He accused Tai of being obsessed with fighting and ignoring the others' grief at the loss of their Digimon friends. By the time he and TK are in the tree with their Digimon, he's already showing signs of wanting to break away from the group, saying that they don't need the others.

Matt also feels that his growth is stagnant compared to the others; this is untrue, as Gabumon would not be able to digivolve to higher levels if Matt wasn't growing and changing. But his self-image is so damaged that he always sees the negative aspects of his personality when comparing himself to his peers.

And of course we have to talk about the Dark Cave. Because of how the Digital World operates, Matt's depression materializes and manifests as a cave that he can't escape until he comes to terms with it. Obviously this quick recovery from a depression spiral is not based in reality, but this is an episodic kid's show so I'm surprised we even got this much.

Matt's experience in the cave is one that a lot of people who have dealt with depression and loneliness can relate to. He says he wants to be alone, but Gabumon calls him out on that and makes him realize that isn't what he wants, actually. He wants to be more open with people, he's just under the impression that he's not really important, not wanted, so it's better off to just not even try. His relationship with his mother is highly strained because of the divorce, and because he has an overwhelming sense of loyalty he probably feels he has to be cold to her for his father's sake.

As for his father, Hiroaki is at work more often than not. Every time we see Hiroaki and Matt interact, Hiroaki is either brisk and business-like or even annoyed; when Matt meets up with him at the TV station, Hiroaki is angry that he didn't stay hidden. Obviously this is out of concern for his son, but still. A moment later, when TK shows up, suddenly Hiroaki is much softer in speaking. So I imagine that this dynamic would also have an impact on Matt's mental health; his dad is almost always at work, and when we do see him with his dad, Hiroaki is a bit tough with him.

But it isn't all sad times and angst with Matt. He loves music, later forming a popular band in middle school and high school. Once he realizes that he can open up to people, and they won't intentionally hurt him, he's able to create real, lasting relationships that aren't based on the cold exterior he uses to protect himself. It's clear that he needed to learn to let others in, and once he did learn that, he becomes much happier and more willing to open up and let those walls down. Even if it's just a little bit.

[sandyferal]

LET’S GO Perirep “play” vs. real dynamic essay. And I’m going to actually go in depth on this. Like actually. It’s going to be long. With references to other media and shit. (I’m gonna be real there’s like a few paragraphs talking about Megamind but I promise it’s VERY RELEVANT.) Only read if you’re interested in that!!

But anyway uh. Very opinions, don’t take this as me trying to make an objective statement. Cause it’s really not. Please Perirep fandom don’t get mad at me for trying to dictate their dynamic I’m really not trying to do that especially since I’m mostly talking about my au

It also very much states things I’m trying to convey more subtlety in my fanfic so if you don’t like that don’t read 👍

NOW. To start off, what is a play dynamic? It’s entirely possible there’s an established word/phrase describing what I mean, but if there is, I’m unaware. So for now that’s what I’ll call it. And what a play dynamic is, is a performative dynamic between two characters that does not reflect how they would interact genuinely, or how they really feel. You could think of bedroom roleplay/dynamics as an example, but it definitely applies in non-sexual settings. Case in point! The movie Megamind.

Now, in the movie, Megamind has two relevant play dynamics. His interactions with Metro Man, and his interactions with Roxanne. His interactions with MetroMan are relevant when talking about Perirep for the rivalry aspect, and for how it affects the “villain’s” sense of identity. His interactions with Roxanne are relevant when talking about how it affects the development of romantic relationships.

First off, Megamind defined his own identity through his rivalry with Metroman. This is extremely relevant to Irep! From young ages they were presented with a “good guy” who was more loved and more successful than them. And for the majority (or all in Irep’s case) of their lives, the only goal they strived towards was “defeating” that enemy. But I think Megamind shows that in reality, accomplishing that goal would eventually leave Irep somewhat depressed and empty. Because that’s not how he really feels. And because he doesn’t truly know who he is outside of his rival. So that play dynamic isn’t something that can work if played out to its natural conclusion.

Then there’s Megamind’s dynamic with Roxanne. Many people have noticed that even when Roxanne was the “damsel” and Megamind the “villain” there was a little bit of banter. Maybe even flirty banter. Or tension. Because that can often arise from play dynamics. But in reality, that dynamic was performance. It’s implied Megamind was not used to her being so unaffected, meaning she may have played along in the past, but it’s clear that she had gotten used to it a long time ago. No real danger. And even being tied up, there barely even felt like a true power imbalance.

Despite all this, their romantic relationship only really worked when they moved past that dynamic. Truthfully, they couldn’t have created a real relationship with that play dynamic, because it didn’t reflect the reality of who they were, and because Roxanne clearly did not want Megamind when she viewed his villainy as a genuine threat. And I think Perirep is very similar.

At the beginning of my au, Peri and Irep haven’t gotten past their play dynamic. They were in this performative mindset of “scary evil domineering anti-fairy” and “soft goody two shoes fairy” that only truly existed for public perception. They have some sort of real feelings for each other, but they’re so so so buried that there was no possible way they would be acted upon genuinely. So the way their feelings eventually came out was through sexual tension via their play dynamic. And that’s how the pregnancy happened.

That causes a layer of insincerity and awkwardness, specifically on Peri’s part. Because their relationship was started because of that play dynamic. Something that Peri understands is performative and not accurate to who they really are. In which case he questions whether they are capable of a real relationship, because he doesn’t know what their genuine relationship is at all, or if they even have one. Meanwhile, Irep literally defines himself through it. It’s how he sees himself, and all he’s ever been told to be.

In reality, Peri is not soft. He’s irritable, and tired and sassy. He’s occasionally sweet or anxious or pathetic or over-dramatically upset, but he’s not truly vulnerable to Irep. And in reality, Irep is not that domineering. He’s failed almost constantly from birth, and has never actually overpowered Peri. He’s a silly little over dramatic loser who tries too hard.

Does that mean he isn’t possessive or protective? No. Irep is those things I think. Or he tries to be. But there’s not a definitive power imbalance in his favor. At least not once they’re in a relationship. No matter how many times he says Peri is “his” or “belongs to him,” Peri could easily leave. Any time. Not even an issue. And Irep would be sobbing and wailing and begging him to come back.

Now do neither of them enjoy or play into the play dynamic? I don’t think so. I personally think they find it kinda fun. And Peri can get flustered by it (although sometimes Irep is too lol). But they have to realize how performative it is if they want to stay together. Because in my mind, if Irep takes his act too seriously and tries to genuinely enforce that dynamic on Peri in a romantic relationship… Peri would straight up just leave. Like no he would not take that.

In regards to what I think their genuine dynamic would be like. I think Peri struggles to be affectionate and express his feelings. Sometimes he will get anxious or flustered or be a little pathetic. He can also be very confident, stubborn, and independent in the relationship. He wants to have the assurance that he’s capable without Irep. He can get a bit distant or snappy at times, but deep down he cares a lot.

Irep on the other hand can get very needy and clingy. Things can set him off, making him insecure, possessive and jealous. He’s very protective during the pregnancy but less so afterwards. Deep down though, I think he wants someone he can be mushy and sappy with. To the point that he might develop codependency issues. Over time he starts to think of himself as scary and evil and powerful like a dog does. In the sense that he likes it when Peri pats him on the head and tells him he is.

Now!!! All of this is very much my personal opinion! I will clarify, this is obviously not the only way to think about their dynamics. This is how I write them but ppl who write them differently are super cool and awesome!! I just. Think of them like this myself. As a reminder, I am also writing them for an au! So I expect them to not be fully canon accurate. Especially since I’m pretty sure their canon rivalry is meant to be genuine to some degree.

[billveusay]

I watched Gundam: The Witch from Mercury and...

Wow, it's a doozy. There's so much to talk about. Lots of qualities, lots of flaws but overall... I like it a lot. I've been very critical of stories with wonky pacing and writing, and while that's still the case here (and it still annoys me), it does compensate by having a lot of heart.

But bitching about pacing is starting to become the theme of these reviews, so might as well start here. After all, it seems to be the consensus that the second season was rushed. However, while it was probably due to studio meddling, I think they could have made it work. But sadly... this show has a chronic case of too much goddamn stuff. Too many characters, too many subplots, too many factions. Really needlessly so for the latter, it's like they knew Gundam was known for featuring complicated geopolitics and wanted to showcase their Gundam street-cred by having lots of it. But please, explain to me why Dominicus, the special forces of Cathedra, needs to exist when Cathedra is already a military organisation and the only times they feature in the plot is through Dominicus. The show is full of redundancies like this, and because of it I had to alt+tab out to the wiki at the end of every episode to read the summary of what I just watched. The prologue is especially bad in that regard.

As for the characters... well it's a bad sign when everyone is gathering in preparation for a final battle and I'm squinting my eyes at a third of them. Who were you people? Are you the guys from Grassley or the duel after-school club? Especially when everyone is wearing helmets. I jest you not, that's the reason why I only realized that Guel had killed his father after he got explodified. And too many characters lead to too many subplots, like the stupid brotherly fight in the middle of the final confrontation. Though I liked how it concluded with... some lady yelling at them to cut out the bullshit. And if they edited a lot of the disposable stuff, they'd probably have more time to develop the most important aspects.

Moving on to Sulemio. I like them, but I have to admit I found Suletta irritating at first. It's the "well now I'm not doing it èné" syndrome of writers trying so hard to make the cutest possible character, and the constant awkward stammering didn't help. But she did eventually grow on me somewhat. Her little "...eh?" after Guel made his declaration really got me. Plus I think they did a good job of having a miscommunication "breakup" at the end of the first season stemming from a character being stupid in-character, and not because she picked up the idiot ball for contrived reasons. Or because she overheard half of a conversation through a door and drew the wrong conclusions.

Actually, the miscommunication is resolved by a character overhearing a conversation, which I find very funny. As is the following sequence. There is also some good writing in how her heroic traits, like her devotion to her loved ones and determination are twisted by her mother. Nicely done on that front.

I like Miorine alright too. She has some nice scenes, like the aforementioned post-toilet chase, and I was invested in their relationship enough. I just don't have that much to say about her. Though I do have something to say about something she does at one point.

However, my favourite character is Elan-4. In one single episode they managed to make me go from "oh cool, an ice-prince type archetype, literally referred to as the ice-prince. And he is contrasted with a hot-headed, fiery guy. And he's an emotionless asshole but he seems to have feelings for Suletta, how original, fnar fnar" to "wow, that's the most tragic fucking character I've seen in all of Gundam". His death is the peak of the show for me. Which is sad, cause it happens at a quarter of the show.

I'm teasing, there are still plenty good episodes after this. Like the 15th one, which is similar to the Norris fight from 8th MS Team: It's an episode that is not only very good, it can almost be watched in isolation. Useful if someone you know is interested but hesitating to jump into the franchise or a specific piece of Gundam media.

Going back to Elan, I like how they kind of did the same thing with the two other duelists. Introducing them as random archetypical husbando material and then gave them depth as the show went on. I also like Belmeria, she reminds me of Marcoh from Fullmetal Alchemist. And the team of students from earth. Even if many characters were cut, I'd keep most of them, they managed to give them convincing personalities, relationships, funny moments contrasting with more serious stuff, making the most out of their limited screentime.

Now for the characters I don't like. The two terrorist girls from the Dawn of Fold could have been interesting but they sorely lacked nuance for me, especially considering what they represented. I couldn't take Sophie seriously because of her uwu kill-crazy schtick, so I didn't really feel the emotional impact of her death. Which didn't help me get invested in turn in Norea's vengeful arc, consisting of yelling in a locked room for far too long, getting angrier in a Gundam and then dying. And somehow, Elan-5 fell in love with her in that interval. Not a fan of Elan-5 either. I mean, it was fun seeing him suck ass at being seductive and not fooling Suletta for a second. But overall he's one of the characters that I think they could have done without.

And Suletta's mother is... hm. Actually I don't dislike her overall, she's interesting as antagonists go, and the way she manipulates Suletta is really creepy. But in the end, even though she's done really awful stuff, she gets away with an easy happy ending.

And look (tangent alert), I'm really not in favour of the idea that every character needs to be "punished" by the plot for every bad action they've done. Actually the opposite, more stories should acknowledge that even the biggest arseholes are human, often driven to arseholery by ignorance, external influence, systemic issues, etc... and can become better people given the right circumstance. And there are no arbitrary lines where they have sufficiently "atoned" to receive the official "redeemed" stamp, nor is there a line where they are officially "irredeemable".

But with Prospera... it don't think she even acknowledges that she caused the death of dozens of innocents civilians and probably thousands more to come in the following years because she re-ignited the conflict between earth and space. It's just... "yeah, I guess I was a bit obsessed by bringing back my ghost-daughter and being a dick to my clone-daughter, I shall be a better mommy from now on". Pretty weak, and I'd say the oppressed earth/capitalism message is what suffers most from the rushed ending. But at least with the dissolution of the Benerit group, there are tangible things being done.

But while we're at the ending... a Gundam pilot using their weird psychic powers to block a colony-destroying laser beam in the climax. Didn't think anything of it at the time. But since then I have watched Unicorn. It does seem to take a lot of things from Unicorn actually, even the theme sounds similar. But it's not like Unicorn was the most original piece of Gundam media to start with (I shall get to it).

What else... ah yes, Miorine's stunt in episode 7. Can any econ major tell me if it made any kind of goddamn sense?

"Gundams are illegal. And because Shin-sei and Peil both made gundams, they will be dissolved and the Benerit group will lose billions. So instead, I propose we relocate that money to create a new corporation that will make... gundams" "But gundams are still illegal" "Yes, but I will ask my father to not make them illegal" "...But it's not corporate regulations, it's the law now, he can't change it like tha- oh I guess he can. But if he makes gundams not illegal, then Shin-Sei and Peil won't go bankrupt and so there won't be a need for Gund-arm to be created..."

Please tell me I wasn't the only one bothered by it, cause I felt like I was going crazy.

And a small pet-peeve: Post-credit scenes. I didn't know they had them, and so I almost missed the splat before going into Season 2. And after that, I had to check the 12 previous episodes to see if there were any. And there were, important ones at that. Not cool guys. Is it to spite people who skip the endings?

As usual, let's conclude with the animation and the designs: top-notch on both sides! Fewer 3D shots than I was expecting, lots of gorgeous 2D. Also, while I like the very grounded mechanical designs of ye olde OVAs from the 90's, I also love them slick and sharp designs. And some Mobile Suits are straight up armored cores (like the Zowort) which is a big plus for me. If I have one complaint though, it's that funnels, or in this case Gund-bits, make for less interesting choreography. You don't get a Mobile Suit overcoming another with precise shots, or by being more agile, or with a clever strategy, you just get pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew. Except in the conclusion of the fight against Shaddiq, really cool moment.

And that concludes it! As I said, I have a lot of complaints, but it's probably still in my top 5.

Now for the biggest tonal shift you could imagine, next is Thunderbolt!

My gundam reviews :

> Hathaway's Spark > Mobile Suit Gundam > Gundam Zeta > 0083: Stardust Memory > 0080: War in the Pocket > 8th MS Team > The Witch from Mercury > Gundam Thunderbolt > The Origin > Turn A Gundam > F91

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For marauders era <3

apologies in advance anon i wrote way more than i meant to!!

❤️- which character is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

This one is a hard pick between remus and sirius so i’ll just do both.

remus - oh dear lord. I could go on about this forever but I already have so many posts about it so I’ll try to keep this short. now i’m not the most canon-compliant person but the way remus is treated by this fandom drives me up a wall in a way no other character does. he is disabled, shy, quiet, and a follower. fanon has turned him into a borderline abusive asshole/alpha daddy bad-boy and it’s the most insane thing ever. where are we getting this from? oh! I know the answer actually. so many wolfstar fans see a werewolf and long haired guy and decide that remus is the “masc one” in the relationship and sirius is femme. I genuinely think there are some underlying internalized homophobia issues in the way they’re portrayed but i’ll focus more on that when I talk about sirius. for now, i think it’s important to address the inherent ableism in remus’s current popular fandom portrayal. he canonically experiences extreme pain from his lycanthropy- in what world would he feel comfortable using acts of strength in a dominant way? (ie- choking sirius in a sexual way, picking him up, etc.) this also largely ignores the fact that he likely wouldn’t even be able to do a lot of this. he’s weakened from his transformations. as a disabled person myself I will never understand how people can so blatantly ignore the negative aspects of what he goes through so they can have their alpha dom romance. moving away from that for a moment, it’s also just ridiculous to me that he would ever let himself show true anger to anyone he loves. he hates his lycanthropy and anything that would make him seem more “monstrous” is completely off the table. Also just because this pisses me off- let the man bottom! It’s genuinely so rare to see bottom!remus content and i’ll talk about why I think that is in sirius’s part as well. I have a lot more to say but I also don’t know if I phrased any of this well in the first place so i’ll end this part here.

sirius - oh boy. I’ll try to make this shorter than remus’s section but no guarantees. sirius as a submissive femme twink is genuinely one of the worst things to happen to this fandom. first of all, we are completely ignoring his canon body type while simultaneously infantalizing him. that is a grown man with a BEARD. it’s one thing to have your headcanons, but why is it that I never see femme sirius topping? I’m so convinced it’s a product of some sort of internalized homophobia. ignoring sirius’s canon masculinity for a moment, even if he was hyper femme he could still top. It’s so obvious that people have a very fixed view of what a gay relationship looks like- one masc and one femme. which- by the way- is a homophobic stereotype. sirius can be femme! if that’s your head canon for him, it’s not my thing, but okay. But then why make remus hyper masc? when that’s straight up against his canon personality? Again, this is something i’ve talked about in other posts on my blog and likely will be talking about in the future. Anyways- my main point is there’s no need to completely change his personality just to fit a stereotype. I also way prefer top!sirius / bottom!remus to the reverse, which is what’s more popular right now. (again, fitting right into the femme/masc ship stereotype.) Although I do believe in my heart of hearts that they’re switches that’s the only dynamic i’ll read because their personalities tend to be more accurate in those fics. Sirius can bottom! but holy shit let him be muscular and a little chubby and put some fucking hair on his face. I truly believe everyone is a mix of masc and femme traits, and i’d never fully deny sirius of any form of femininity. but you can dress feminine and still have masc traits or vice versa. Anyways the main takeaway from all of this is that i hate the way wolfstar has become a stereotype of gay relationships.

💛- what is a popular ship you just can’t get behind and why?

okay this is definitely an unpopular opinion but i’ve made myself very clear on my hatred of this ship so hopefully my moots won’t mind!! I can’t stand jegulus. like with a passion. I see jegulus on my insta feed and audibly sigh. To me jegulus is a crackship that should have never gotten popular. first and foremost, i see james as heterosexual and regulus as aroace so immediately that wouldn’t work even if I liked their dynamic. HOWEVER! i truly don’t believe james would ever betray sirius like that. james was more of a brother to sirius than regulus ever was and the idea that james would go fuck him is crazy to me. they probably barely interacted in school, if at all. also jily for life!! idk how people can’t like jily if you want enemies to lovers they’re literally right there.

also not super popular but remadora. that’s a gay man and a lesbian. what are we doing here jkr.

💕- what’s an unpopular ship you like?

remus x kingsley (i can’t remember their ship name) It used to be more popular and i remember reading a few fics in like 2019 but I can’t find it on tumblr really. I like the idea of them meeting and getting together after sirius is imprisoned- i think they have a good dynamic together. Wolfstar is still endgame to me but i think they could have had a cute relationship. Honestly i’ve thought of drawing them together so if that’s something anyone is interested in let me know because i’ll do it. also if anyone has fic recs!

i hope this wasn’t too much i got a bit carried away lol- i have a lot of thoughts on wolfstar’s dynamic so this was kind of cathartic to write out. i’m not looking to debate anyone, these are just my personal opinions so keep any comments kind and thoughtful please. :)

[skrifores]

I have seen the point being made that you don’t have to be in a romantic relationship for some behaviour to constitute domestic violence. I’m seeing this said with regards to Our Flag Means Death and what some people perceive as domestic abuse on Ed’s part - that him not being romantically involved with Izzy shouldn’t mean behaviour between can’t be considered domestic abuse.

It is an excellent point that in many places, the definition of domestic abuse isn’t restricted to intimate partners! It is often widened to consider any violence, coercion and emotional harm taking place within a home environment. Under this definition, children can be victims of domestic abuse by their parents, it can occur between siblings, even roommates - especially with a live-in landlord situation. And of course, the Revenge as well as being a workplace is ultimately where the characters live.

I think it’s very clear that the show is a workplace comedy about pirates, but if you want to apply the definition of violence, coercion and emotional harm within a home environment to your reading to the show, that can be done.

Of course, I would be surprised if you genuinely view it that way and still made it as far as even watching Season 2, given the way what you consider to be domestic abuse in this fictional setting happens so very often with little to no moral consequence, and is often intended to be taken as a joke.

I mean. In the very first episode, the crew talk about killing Stede, and begin to plan for this, including lighting him on fire.

Jim threatens Lucius and actually physically locks him in a small wooden box in the second episode for what seems to be quite a long time.

I think in 4, Izzy pulls on Fang’s beard and it really upsets him. He also talks pretty openly about the intention to kill the Revenge crew, though I’ll let that go at this stage since he doesn’t really live there so much as being there for the purpose of murdering them and stealing their stuff. Still, poor Fang, that looked like it hurt.

While we’re on Izzy, he does also actively try to kill Stede by stabbing him, and he then he goes and does the olde worlde equivalent of calling the cops on him on the intention of having him executed, which seems pretty fucked up on the ‘violence’ part of our DA definition but also hits pretty hard on coercive control since he’s doing this to get Ed to behave differently.

He does prevent the Navy from executing Ed, which is nice, but he does point out that he regrets this, which, ouch, emotional harm. If we’re doing real world definitions, “I should’ve let the cops I called on you murder you” is the sort of thing that would make me feel pretty fucked up. And we all know what it means when someone tells you to watch your step.

But it’s not all about Izzy! (It’s really not, guys, there’s a whole TV show here!) Buttons bites Lucius - who ends up needing the whole finger gone! And he’s a visual artist!

Even my darling man Roach tries to eat the Swede, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t think they were on that island long enough to justify murder.

And who could forget Mary?? Wonderfully written character, love her, but, she does with malice aforethought attempt to kill her spouse in his sleep with a skewer. She was right to do it, in my opinion, but y’know, even without broadening the definition beyond partner relationships, murder of your spouse is pretty classic domestic abuse.

So, y’know, the point I’m getting at really is that if your definition of domestic abuse is violence and control wherein the perpetrator and victim share a significant aspect of their lives like living space - that’s a fine definition in real life. It is the one I use, in real life. But if you apply it to Our Flag Means Death, I really don’t understand how you stomached watching the first season or why you came back for more.

And if you only apply this definition with regards to Ed’s behaviour, but not the rest of the characters, I do wonder why that might be.

[bidisaster-peanut-romano]

Throughout the entire game, who do you think are some of the most underrated or under-appreciated characters?

stumbling into the askbox whyyy hello there!!! it had been a while!!

OKAY SO. let's start from one fact: every. single. character has something special about them. so like the easy answer is... anyone, lmao. truth be told we (the whole community) has been around for llke, 18 years (WOAH) and some sides are completely unexplored. even just from the idea that... have you guys ever noticed how little content there is around about nerds and jocks, for exmple? and i don't only mean art but also writing, analysis, metas, thoughts and such. not to mention the townies, the townies, when, having some of them been given some actually adult attributes, there would be a lot to unpack.

i feel like this is a) mostly for the nerds, that the rightful fisgust for the horrible thing they did to mandy discourages a lot from engaging with them as characters too, and b) because they are quite overshadowed by the fan favorite preps and greasers. which, i mean, very legit. but i think that they do have a lot of potential, again, in terms of characterization and themes, and i feel like we are collectively missing out on a lot.

and there's also the fact that, even with the fan-favorites, there is so little tapping into the more serious and sometimes mature aspects. i wouldn't say christy is neglected by the fandom, but it's not often that i read someone talking about her repressed anger that explodes whenever she feels too much, that heirloom of her father that of curse she doesn't have, she isn't a problem boy like her brother, what do you mean with that, i could use this tie to strangle you goddammit! or vance, that we all love as the sunshine jokester of the greaser and heartbreaker queer icon, but how come none of us ever mention him having a canonical addiction, and what if his messy dating habits have to do with that, too? what if he's running from something inside himself, rushing to next best thing just so he can feel something?

but this is just me rambling as an introduction oops. so, just trying to list a couple of my favorites:

thad carlson (& dan wilson) (putting them together bc they're intrinsecally connected and while i do stand by the fact that he's wildly underappreciated in the fandom i would hit dan in the face with a brick): i would lterally give my first born for these two. they are what they actually wanted to write when they wrote about cain and abel. i'm not sure what is the exact reason why they have different last names, and i don't wanna enter headcanon territory here. what it does unavoidably indicate, though, is that they were doomed from the start. like it was written in their names. so, picture this: they were in the nerds together. they suffered the bullying, the abuse together. the humiliation tasted like blood in their mouths and shone like the stars they'd see with their heads smashed in a locker, but at least they knew their brother would've been there to hold them. there's something very visceral about suffering together with a brother. like the blood they share creates somewhat of a shell, one that can protect them from what is outside, that can give them the comfort that they will never be alone. whether they like it or not, their brother will forever be with them; it's inside them. except that thad had the rage of a wounded animal; dan had the fear of a small prey. so, while thad kept standing tall and proud and chin high against his bullies, dan started training and morphing until he could be accepted in the jocks. dan wasn't the bullied anymore. he was the bully. while his brother was still on the other side of the war- the side of the eternal losers, that is. the side that, no matter how many battles they will win, they will always be at a disadvantage. so thad has got all the hurt of having been betrayed by a half of himself, like the phantom pain of a lost limb. and the hurt makes him angrier and angrier and when he wants to take revenge on the jocks his brother is the first target he wants, because, see, he is the victim, his brother is cain who has killed abel. but also dan has got his head on backwards to look out for enemies and for anyone who might uncover him as the fraud he is, the way he just thought- they are just bullying me for what i am, so what if i become someone different? except that it's not like he didn't feel like a loser anymore, he just feels like a loser with a football sweater. so at that point you look at the direction of that violence, at where the anger and the resentment lies, and you stop there and wonder. who's cain there? who's gonna be the victim, who the executioner? like nathaniel orion said, "i want to kill him sometimes. i think sometimes he wants to die". i love them ur honor.

otto tyler: i have no literal idea why there is so so so little about him. admittedly, content about townies is in gnereal harder to track down, since they have... no last names.... for the most part. but the otto tag is absolutely desolated. this boy is what you'd call too angry to be this young. his first response to anything is extreme violence and fantasies of it. playing his audios you will be met with die, kill, die, kill, kill, die, die. and all of his vitriol is poured on the school, like they have all come together specifically to hunt him down. and he's been canonically hospitalized, as well; when you walk in the asylum for the first time (galloway away i believe) he tells you not to "anger the watcher"- but who is this watcher? the composition of the scene seems to implies it is the statue in the courtyard; the most coherent correspondence would be the orderlies you will have to avoid as you walk past them; maybe otto himself has just been told not to anger the watcher by the people who are supposed to take care of him, but that are just playing with his mind to make him too afraid not to behave. which, incidentally, doesn't sound too different from what he might have suffered at school. otto will ask you if you have ever punched a wall. he will swear he hates everyone in the school, that everyone in the school hated him, he will threaten to destroy it. otto is a landmine, he's an unstable kid who just needed some ground to stand on, and instead they placed him all alone on a shaking earth. all is anger is desperation, it's having spent too much time without a support system, too much time bound -to a chair, in a cell, in a straitjacket- surrounded by people who couldn't understand him. who stifled his expression instead of channeling all the feelings he had all the time, exploding and intense in an overwhelming and violent way. i like to think of him as an artist. he mentions tattoos; i like to imagine he's learning to do them himself. that he's finding that as an outlet for his expression. and yeah overall. i am a lot fond of otto, and i think he would have a lot to say.

mr. wiggins: look, this guy is super unlucky. he's the only teacher with no class minigame; he's only ever walking around, and if you saw him you probably mistook him for the more familiar mr. matthews. but believe me when i tell you he's a real one. example 1: when someone snithces to him, he says something along the lines of "thank you, but i will never be able to trust you again". BRO. let me tell you, in 1968 this guy was OUT on his college campus and he was MARCHING and RIOTING with workers and students. he even mentions having spent a night or two in JAIL. he will walk into class and say the nastiest things about reagan while he keeps saying that as a teacher he will have to be politically neutral as if he didn't just have a fight with hattrick about socialism.