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fangirl-dot-com · 1 year ago

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Lewis Hamilton and George Russel - I'm with a Knight and Slenderman, No One Can Touch Me

It’s part 4 time! This was so fun to write and I laughed so hard at some parts. I feel like George is a really underrated driver. He’s funny and a good person (even though he looks like Woody from Toy Story). And the girlfriend effect has hit him hard. His hair is so beautiful and I need to know what he does with his bangs.

And then Sir Lewis – good Lord, he needs to go back to that one hairstyle from that one interview that made everyone fall for him

Specially dedicated to @treehouse-mouse <3

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“Shit,” you muttered as you looked around the now empty paddock. You knew that taking a nap after your media duties had been done was a bad idea. You had played nap roulette with yourself and were now paying the consequences. You shouldn’t have said “oh, I won’t set an alarm. Someone will come get me. I might nap for ten minutes or it might be 3 hours. Who knows!”

Well, now you knew. It was three hours.

You looked around for your backpack that you had come with. But as your eyes danced around the garage, it was nowhere to be found. You sighed as you at least remembered your phone. But alas, the world hated you for being a woman: your phone was dead.

“Ok, there’s no reason to panic. Let’s head to the parking lot and see if someone is still here,” you whispered to yourself. Walking carefully, you exited the dark paddock. The parking lot was no different.

Dark, cold, and empty.

“Great. Just great.” You decided to sit on a curb and wait. Maybe by now, Christian or Max would know that you are missing, and will come back to get you.

Or maybe they were mad at you. Yes, you were on the podium. As a rookie. At your first race.

But you made a mistake that costed the team a 1-2 finish. Maybe you didn’t deserve to be looked for.

Before your thoughts could spiral more, two bright headlights blinded you. You raised a hand to try to cover at least some of your face. The two front doors of the car swung open. Your heart started to race.

It was just you out here and they might be kidnappers.

“Please I have no money on me. Don’t beat me up or kidnap me. Trust, you do not want to sell me or anything like that,” you spoke out, trying to hinder their unknown wants for you. Your fear slowly melted away at a familiar grandpa laugh and bean-pole build of the two figures.

“Lewis! George!” You stood up quickly.

“What are you doing out here?” George peered down. Your neck was bent to even look up at him.

“Um. I might have been left behind because I was taking a nap. And my phone is also dead.” You sheepishly grinned at the two.

Lewis sighed before bringing out his phone. “I don’t have Christian’s number, but Toto does. Let me give him a call.”

Your head cocked. “Do you not have Max’s number?” George let out a laugh.

“Kid. Think of Abu Dhabi 2021.” Your eyes widened.

“Sorry.”

Lewis waved you off and walked a bit aways to hear Toto. George just kind of stared at you as you stared at him.

“Are you ok?”

“Of course I’m ok. I’m with a knight,” you pointed at Lewis, “and Slenderman. No one can touch me.” You crossed your arms before giggling. George just gawked at your boldness. You took this time to look at the nice Mercedes in front of you. “Is this the new model?”

George nodded. “Yeah, Lewis just got it. He won’t let me drive it though.” A pout formed on his lips.

“I get what you mean. Max won’t let me drive his Ferrari.”

“Why would you want to drive that junk?”

Your head tilted. “I don’t know. I like my Porsches better though.” It was George’s time to raise an eye brow. “I haven’t gotten them yet. But they’ll be ready soon. I had to ship one to London and the other to Monaco.”

“Ah.”

You looked at Lewis, who was still on the phone. You had an idea.

A very bad one, but an idea none-the-less.

“You wanna go somewhere?” You pointed at the still running car. Lewis should have taken the keys.

“Where would we go?” George was already grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“There’s a burger king a couple of miles away.”

George was already climbing into the driver’s side. “Let’s get going!”

Back with Lewis, he was still on the phone. For some reason, Toto would still not give him Christian’s number.

“Please Toto, I am with two children,” he pinched his brow, “and I’m tired and I’d like to get back to the hotel. So please send me Max’s or Christian’s number.” He wasn’t aware of his car that was now filled with said two children making their getaway. He hung up once he got Max’s number.

His phone rang for a few seconds before Max’s voice sounded over the background noise of a party.

“Who is this?”

“It’s Lewis. You left your kid here.” He heard Max curse on the other side.

“I thought Vito was getting her, but Vito is right at the bar. Can you send me your location so I can pick her up?”

Lewis waved a hand, even though Max couldn’t see it. “No worries, I can just drop her off. I’m with George and we’ll driver her over. I have my-” Lewis stopped.

“Lewis? Are you there?”

Lewis’ eyes scanned the now empty parking lot. He groaned. “They took my car!”

Max laughed for a bit before he realized that Lewis wasn’t playing. “Send my your location, I’m already out the door. We’ll find them.”

By the time Max got to Lewis, you and George were already having the time of your lives.

You pointed out the window. “Look Georgie. Traffic cones. Have you ever put one on your head?”

When George denied that he had, you gasped and told him to pull over. You and him climbed out of the low car and walked over to the traffic cones. By now, your phone was a bit charged, courtesy of the charger in the vehicle. And it was blowing up.

But you didn’t see it or care.

You picked up one of the cones and put it on your head. Your giggle resonated through it.

“Y/n, smile!” You heard George say. You smiled, even though it wouldn’t be seen under the orange hat.

George told you that he was going to set up the camera to take a picture of the two of you.

“Let’s put our heads together.” The two cones whacked against the other. George had to bend over so that they would be close.

You laughed as your hair was staticky due to the cone. George’s hair was the same, which made you laugh even harder. “Send that to me, I’m going to post in on the gram.”

The only notification you looked at was the one from George with the picture. Quicky uploading it, you knew you were about to create even more chaos.

The two of you decided to sit on the curb for a bit. Your thoughts from earlier quickly sprang into your head, due to the silence between you two.

“George?” you questioned, looking ahead. He was currently scrolling through his phone, but he made a noise to let you know that he was listening.

“What was it like having a teammate that you know you’ll never amount to? Not saying that you won’t amount to Lewis at some point, but,” you trailed off, not knowing how to continue.

The click of his phone let you know that George was now focused on the conversation.

“I get what you mean. It’s very overwhelming. You get put up with world champions, and people are already expecting you to beat records and perform as well as they do.” George sighed as he reflected on his first year with Mercedes. How the people would taunt that he wasn’t good enough to be Lewis’s teammate and that he should just be second fiddle to him. Suddenly, he noticed a hand had been placed on his shoulder. Tears also wetted his face.

When had he started crying?

You continued to rub his shoulder until his tears stopped.

You tried to console him. “Well, we can be second-fiddle buddies together?” you offered, hoping he would laugh. And he did.

The two of you decided to sit on the curb for a few more minutes. But at this point, you knew that Lewis along with Max were probably on their way to get you. You pulled yourself up, then held out a hand to George, who took it without second thought.

Before you knew it, the two of you were back in the car, just chilling.

“Look what Max and Lewis are saying.” You showed him the screen and laughed. It really was fun to mess with old men.

“Are we still going to burger king?”

You nodded your head. “If Lewis can be a knight, I need a crown to be the king.”

“Don’t you mean queen?” he asked as he started the car back up again.

“Nope.” You popped the P and that was a good enough answer. George pulled away from the side of the street and made his way to the Burger King. The two of you were thankful that it was mostly empty, except for the employees. The two of you ordered more than enough food for two people. You justified it as giving the workers more money.

Your companion went along with it.

“Order number 69,” the tired lady called out. George and you shared a look before the two of you collapsing on the ground, dying with laughter and probably exhaustion. You were still giggling as you took the food from the lady. You muttered a thank you before you and George took a table near the back.

“Did you get your slushie?” you questioned, holding your cup.

“I didn’t know they had slushies!”

You took George’s hand and let him over to the machine. The amount of slushies that you slurped down would never be recorded. As you drank one of your last ones, you suddenly remembered an important detail.

You looked over at the tired lady who took your order. “Do you have the crowns?”

Max was still constantly trying to reach you, with one hand on the steering wheel and his phone in the other.

“Come on kid. Pick up,” he pleaded and cursed when the call went to voicemail for the umpteenth time that night.

Lewis was texting all the drivers in the group chat, asking if they’d seen the two of you. They came up short.

“This is ridiculous,” Max seethed. “How could you have let them do this?”

Lewis shot him a glare. “How could you leave her at the paddock after dark?” he bit back.

“Like I said, Vito was supposed to take her back to the hotel. She’s not allowed in the clubs.”

“Then Christian should find some way for everyone to party. The kid got a podium her first race as a rookie, and she was left behind.”

Max banged his head on the steering wheel as they stopped at a red light. Lewis was correct. He wondered if you felt forgotten. Knowing you, you probably did. And it was mostly his fault. He’d talk to Christian about alternatives until you turned legal age.

“I’ll talk to Christian about that. What were you and George doing back at the paddock anyway?”

Lewis grimaced. “I forgot a file back at our garage. George seemed antsy and restless so I invited him. Never doing that again.”

Max smirked, “Kids. Am I right?”

“Look!” Lewis pointed at a familiar car in the parking lot of an empty Burger King. Max pulled in on two wheels. As they walked up, their eyes landed on two people, crowns on their heads, hands flailing.

Max pushed the door open and stopped towards the figures. His hands landed aggressively on the table. “Do you two know how much trouble you’re in.”

He heard laughing from behind him.

“Max. That’s not them,” Lewis whispered.

Max’s head jerked and saw the scared faces of two employees. He heard more laughing and whipped his head around, eyes finally falling on you and George, whose phone was out recording. You looked as if you were about to explode with laughter.

“I’m sorry about that.” He turned around and stomped towards your table. “Let’s try this again.”

His palms hit the correct table this time. “Do the two of you know how much trouble you are in?” He looked into your eyes before glancing at George.

You stared up at the seething Dutchman. You pulled out a french fry.

“Fry?”

“Lewis, I got you an impossible whopper.” George held out the wrapped food.

Max sighed, anger waning by the minute. There was no fighting with the two of you. The two adult-figures sat down and started to eat. Max munched on a fry as Lewis started to eat the burger.

You and George continued to talk about your so-called adventures.

“And then George ran a red light.”

Lewis choked as George winced. Lewis’s head jerked toward George, eyes squinting.

“You’re paying for that.” George only shrugged, he had enough money anyway.

Max just stared in silence, mulling over the exhausting night. You could sense that he was still cooling off, and you were scared of what he might say in the car.

The food was quickly finished and the four of you were headed out the door. It seemed as though yours and George’s energy levels were quickly tanking as the two of you barely said a goodbye. The hug and faux tears though were enough for Lewis and Max to roll their eyes.

You watched as George and Lewis left in the Mercedes. You gulped as you got into the passenger side of Max’s rental vehicle. You winced at the proximity.

You mind quickly went back to your dad. How he’d hit the side of your face if you did anything that was “out of line.” Or he’d pinch your thigh until it bruised. Those were the easiest to hide. When your face was a little too red and purple, your helmet stayed on for the entire race day.

Your eyes welled with tears at the thought of Max turning out to be like him. You didn’t think he would, but you were out of line tonight.

No fun. No sneaking out. No stealing (borrowing) cars.

You were sinking into yourself, and Max could sense that.

He turned to look at you. What he said next was shocking.

“I’m sorry kid.”

Your eyes bulged. “Why are you sorry? If anything, I should be on my knees begging for your forgiveness.”

Max just stared at you before slowly putting his hand near your head.

This was it. He was going to hit you and you’d have to live through everything again. You couldn’t tell Christian that his golden-child would do such a thing. And no one would ever believe you.

You jerked back as your eyes closed tight. Your body tensed, waiting for the repercussion to your actions. Your breaths got a little bit faster and shorter.

But it never came.

All that was, was a gentle placed hand on the top of your head.

Comforting. Loving. Cherishing.

Max wanted to cry as he saw how your body prepared for something horrible. Something nasty.

“Kleintje,” Max breathed out.

Your tears began to make their escape down the hills of your cheeks. You could only repeat and whisper I’m sorry, over and over again. Max couldn’t do anything but wait for you to calm down and maybe tell him what was racing through your head.

Your breathing evened out as you felt there was nothing coming. Soon you were embarrassed for thinking that Max, one of the only people to seem to care about you, would do such a thing. Yet, your mind always went back to your patterns.

People who should care, didn’t. Hands that were made for comforting, didn’t. Encouragements didn’t exist…for you.

Maybe you were the problem.

But, maybe you weren’t. You’d allow some comfort, just this once.

Max cooed as you leaned into his hand. He knew you were tired. A long day of racing and a long night of adventures would really do that to you.

He didn’t expect you to explain to so quickly. But you knew how to surprise someone.

“My dad and mom, weren’t the nicest. They wanted a boy, got me instead.” You harshly exhaled. “They put me in karting because if they had had a boy, they would have done the same. I was just a placeholder.”

Max listened, wanting to hear what you said.

“It started off small. A push here, a hit to the helmet there. I really didn’t think anything of it. Until I was about 7 and I crashed my kart on the last lap. I was going to win too, but I over compensated and hit the wall. All I remember after that race was my dad grabbing my wrist and yanking me to the car. I hit my head on the dash, I think. Or he was the one to push my head in.” You shrugged at the nasty memory, as if it didn’t matter.

Max on the other hand, was getting angrier. Yes, his dad did similar things, but he was a boy. He could stand up for himself. And he had his mom and sister.

You had no one.

“The next morning, I woke up and there was this giant bruise on my face and smaller ones littered my arms. I thought that was the end of it, except it continued. I was able to hide it pretty well. My race suit pretty much covered everything. I also didn’t have many friends, or, I just didn’t have friends. So there, wasn’t a need to worry. They stopped after I made it to the end of F4, because I was winning and there were more cameras. The moment I made it to F3 in 2019, they disowned me.”

He did the math. You would have been 16 at the time. Still a kid, but smaller. His heart broke for you.

“Kid, look at me.”

You turned your head and made eye contact. Your brows furrowed when you saw tears in his eyes.

He wasn’t supposed to cry. Why was he crying?

“I’m crying because no one should ever have to go through something like that.” Oh, you must have said that out loud.

You shrugged once again, “I probably deserved it.”

“No, geitje, no one deserves that. Ever. You didn’t.” You could only nod along. Your eyes were getting tired by the minute. Max could tell so he started the car. He only had one more thing to say. (translation : kid)

“My dad did similar things. But I had people to help me. And I know your dad isn’t around, but Y/n,” he said your name, trying to emphasize that he was serious. “I am here for you. Christian is here for you. Mitch is here and so is Vito. We love you. I’m not a good teammate, and you can see that I’ve gone through more teammates than anyone else has in the amount of time I’ve been here. I’m the only constant. But I think that we will actually work out. Best duo right?”

For the first time since Burger King, where you and him were still parked, he saw your eyes light up.

You nodded, “Best duo.”

Max finally took that as a sign that you’d be ok for the night. He carefully back the car out and started on the road toward the hotel.

“Do you think Christian will let me come to the club next race.”

Max let out a sarcastic laugh. “Definitely not.”

Your giggles filled the small space. Max’s heart swelled at making you laugh.

You’d be all right. He’d make sure of it.

AN: oh my gosh that got REAL depressing – I apologize. But, Max needed to know a bit more about your lore if he’s going to be able to fend off any unwanted visitors (FORESHADOWING). Anyway, I will see you all at the next chapter! Muah! Much love <3 – author :D

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your-neighbor-in-the-northblue · 1 year ago

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Zoro, Sanji, and Nami's Reactions To You Breaking Down In Their Arms

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Hurt/Comfort, Platonic/Romantic

Zoro

His first instinct is to push you away but, for some reason, he can't find it in himself to do so. Instead, he just finds himself standing there in shock, uncertain of what to do or how to fix this.

He'll pat your back awkwardly as you sob into his chest. He feels horrible that he doesn't know what exactly he should be doing, but he also feels angry? Upset? Not at you, but at whatever it is that made you feel this way.

Eventually, he'll grab your shoulders firmly, pulling you away from him so that he can look you straight in the eyes and ask you what happened, racking his brain helplessly for any solution to your problem.

But you don't say anything, just sputter and shake as he keeps his hold on you. Just tell him how to fix it! Anything will do, he just wants to fix it!

"Oi, oi! Calm down! Just tell me what's wrong!"

The two of you end up standing alone on the deck until you tire yourself out and fall asleep on the grass.

He'll sit there with you in the dark, throwing a blanket over you as he leans against the rails of the ship.

He's a little harsh with how he comforts people, but he really is trying to find a way to help you out in your state of turmoil. His first thought is always to protect you and anyone else on his crew, and if he can't find a way to do that, he just gets antsy.

Sanji

Sanji freezes up the second he feels the tears staining his shirt. He's heartbroken and.. confused? Why are you crying?

He'll wrap his arms around you uncertainly as he brings you over to the kitchen table and sits you down, going to make you tea or anything else that's warm for you to drink.

He'll be so gentle in the way he treats you, both physically and with what he says. He can't count the number of times he's felt like this and feels as though he's an expert in what you need the most right now.

"Breath for me," He said, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders as he placed the mug on the table before you, "You'll be okay. Everything will work itself out, promise."

He'll sit there and listen to you and what you have to say for as long as you need, he'd even lock the kitchen door for you so that no one else could walk in on you at your lowest.

He'll reach out to rub your shoulders and whisper words of reassurance to you, promising you that nothing will ever harm you while he's around.

He hates seeing you this way and would gladly do everything in his power to make you happier. He'd stay right there in the kitchen with you forever if you asked.

Nami

She's quick to hug you back, shushing you as she runs her hands along your back. Her first thought is to comfort you, and then later, if you're ready, she'll ask you questions.

She'll guide you into the girls' quarters, sit you down on the bed, and let you sob into her lap as she pets your head, just allowing you to let it all out.

It's quiet and supportive, with no one to interrupt or walk in on you being so openly vulnerable, and you can bet that Nami wouldn't dare to tell a soul if you didn't want her to.

Once you begin to settle down, she'll begin to question if you're alright.

"Feeling better?" She'd smile as she played with your hair, "What happened?"

Afterward, she'd take you out shopping, her treat. A little retail therapy never hurt anyone, and you sure as hell deserved something nice after everything that's happened.

She has such a strong inclination to help whenever she sees anyone she cares about in a state such as this and would do anything in her power to make you feel better. She's so kind in how she approaches you and would gladly sit there and listen to everything that's been bothering you.

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anonymousewrites · 1 month ago

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Seven

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Seven: Stranded

Summary: Saiki and (Y/N) continue to deal with the issues of being stranded (mostly created by their friends).

“Okay. What am I going to do to save us?” Saiki stared at the ceiling of his room as he considered his options. He wasn’t going to sleep on the ground at the beach, so he’d teleported back to his house, his room, and his comfortable bed. For the night, he could stay there.

“Can you teleport us to another island when they’re asleep so we’re found?” said (Y/N), yawning and rolling over on their side to face him.

Saiki had brought them with him, of course. He was a good boyfriend and wasn’t going to abandon them.

“It would be too weird,” said Saiki. He thought hard. “Telepathy won’t work, either. I’m too far from Japan. And I can’t explain how we got so far. Damn. I can’t do anything.”

“We’ll figure out something,” said (Y/N), smiling and patting his shoulder.

Saiki rolled on his side to face (Y/N). “We’ll have to be patient with those idiots.”

“Probably,” said (Y/N), laughing. “But I’m also an idiot, so be patient with me.”

“You’re smarter than any of them,” said Saiki.

“Thanks, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), smiling softly. “And don’t worry, I’m here to help you. You’re not alone fixing this.”

“I know.” He didn’t deserve them. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

“No problem, Kusuo.” (Y/N) closed their eyes, reached out, and touched his hand. They drifted off in moments.

Saiki looked down at his hand and laced his fingers with theirs. He closed his eyes. He could face anything as long as he had (Y/N).

“My back hurts,” groaned Kuboyasu as the morning sun awoke everyone. (Saiki and (Y/N) had teleported back before people realized they were missing). “Thanks for keeping watch. Did a ship pass by?”

“No, none went by.” He had made sure he wasn’t going to get everyone stuck here for longer before going home for the night.

“I see,” said Kuboyasu. “So, no one has come after one day. That’s probably pretty bad.”

“It’s all over,” said Kaidou, eyes wide and wild. “Help isn’t coming. The world has abandoned us. We’re going to have to live the rest of our lives here on this island.”

(Y/N) watched him spiral and take out a marker. They tilted their head, and a little question-mark popped up by their head. “Huh?”

“But we can’t survive here forever. Soon, we’ll run out of food, and things will become desperate.” Kaidou drew a scary face over his features. “We’ll start killing each other!”

“This isn’t Lord of the Flies,” said Saiki.

“Besides, that was written by a guy who hated kids,” chirped (Y/N). “So don’t worry, we’re not really going to end up doing that.”

“Yes,” said Teruhashi. “Kaidou, don’t be so pessimistic!”

“It’s only been a day,” agreed Kuboyasu.

“One whole day! No one’s ever gonna come!” said Kaidou.

Ever? That might not be so bad, thought Yumehara. She was enjoying the idea of settling down on the island with Kaidou and raising a family.

Now is not the time for that, thought Saiki.

“Anyway, let’s eat and go for a swim.” Nendou had his usual smile and no sign of distress at all.

Because he’s an idiot.

“Everyone is just saying whatever they want,” said Kuboyasu, frowning.

“I’m worried about him, too,” said Teruhashi, looking to the side. Saiko was sitting on a rock and staring out to sea.

“Yes,” agreed Kuboyasu. “Maybe he feels responsible for what happened.”

“Maybe I should console him,” said Teruhashi. The two walked towards Saiko.

“Hey, Saiko, come down and eat,” said Kuboyasu, smiling.

“No, I’m good,” said Saiko.

“You’re good?” (Y/N) tilted their head. “But you didn’t eat yesterday, either.”

“The sinking wasn’t your fault,” said Kuboyasu. “You don’t need to punish yourself. Here, have some bread. No one cares.”

“What are you talking about?” Saiko looked at them incredulously. “I would never eat a dirty poor man’s bread. If I had to eat scraps like that, I would rather die.”

“So he’s going to starve to death? Alright,” said (Y/N), as bright as ever.

“I don’t like it when you don’t like someone.” It gave Saiki the shivers.

“Well, if Teruhashi fed it to me, I guess I would eat it,” continued Saiko.

“What a jerk,” said Kuboyasu, walking away.

Even Teruhashi, always kind and gentle and smiling to her fans, had narrowed her eyes. “Let’s just leave him be for a while.”

“Okay! Let’s eat,” said Yumehara.

“But Mera’s not here, yet,” said (Y/N), looking around.

“You’re right,” said Yumehara, frowning.

“That’s strange,” said Kaidou. “She’s usually the first one running when we mention food.”

“Speaking of which, I heard someone while I was asleep,” said Teruhashi. She furrowed her brow. “I wonder if that was her.”

“I guess Mera’s having a mental breakdown as well,” said Yumehara.

Kaidou shivered grimly. “Already, the first victim.”

“Don’t say such ominous things!” cried Teruhashi fearfully.

The bushes rustled.

“Maybe that’s her,” said (Y/N).

SSSssss.

“A snake!” screamed Yumehara.

“Do something!” said Teruhashi, clutching Yumehara.

“How should I know what to do?!” cried Kaidou, just as terrified.

“Hiyah!” A spear hit the snake.

“Wow!” exclaimed Kaidou.

“A spear just came flying!” said Kuboyasu.

“What great aim,” said (Y/N) appreciatively.

“That’s what you notice?”

“Who on earth is that?!” said Teruhashi, staring at the figure emerging from the forest.

It was Mera dressed in a random assortment of clothes carrying a bow, arrow, and spear. It was like she had been living on the island for one year, not one day.

“Mera? What’s with that getup?” said Kuboyasu.

“She’s adapting well,” said (Y/N).

“She’s lost her mind,” corrected Saiki.

“Oh, wow, Mera,” said Kaidou. “I mean, it’s awesome, but still…”

“Since Mera is poor, I guess she’s used to living in the wild,” said Yumehara.

“You don’t have to go that far,” said Saiki.

Mera lifted up a bag, and (Y/N) looked at it with a smile.

“Is this for us?” said (Y/N).

Mera nodded. She had lost the ability to speak with how deeply she had committed to her part.

(Y/N) took the sack. “I think it’s food!” They smiled. “It’s an apology for eating the food in the pantry.”

At least someone understands her.

“She’s going back into the forest,” said Kuboyasu.

“It seems our food problems are over,” said Kaidou.

He, Teruhashi, and Yumehara had tears in their eyes. “Thank you, Mera!” We won’t let this food you worked hard to gather go to waste. They opened the sack to find suspicious-looking mushrooms. We will eat what we have left, first.

Immediately, they walked to where the pantry had washed up. It was entirely empty.

“What? The food is gone!” said Kuboyasu. “What happened? We still had a whole day’s worth!”

“Did the animals take them?” said Kaidou.

“…Mera was sorry for eating our food,” said Yumehara.

“I thought she meant about the ship,” said (Y/N).

“Maybe she was talking about this,” said Yumehara, wincing.

Everyone groaned.

“That brute! I’ll kill her!” said Kuboyasu.

“Calm down, Aren!” Kaidou grabbed Kuboyasu. “You can’t beat her!”

“He’s right! The forest is her turf!” said Yumehara.

“ ‘Calm down?!’ ” exclaimed Kuboyasu. “We don’t have any food left!”

“We do. We have food, don’t we?” said Kaidou. “The plants and mushrooms Mera picked.” In fact, Nendou was already eating them. “Hey!” Kaidou grabbed them. “Those are for everyone!”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t think anyone was going to eat them,” said Nendou. “Don’t worry. There’s still a bunch left.”

Kaidou looked into the bag. Kubyasu and Yumehara peered over his shoulders. All of them held in their nausea and groaned. Clearly, only Nendou could digest such food.

“Yare yare,” said Saiki at the dramatic moping.

“Can you help us, Kusuo?” said (Y/N), smiling at him.

“For you.”

“That’s sweet, but you’re lying.” (Y/N) knew Saiki helped people because, fundamentally, he was a good person (and got dragged into things).

“Hey, look!” Teruhashi cried, smiling widely. “Some food washed up on the beach!”

(Y/N) grinned at Saiki. He softened at their gaze. The trouble was worth it.

“Really?!” said everyone excitedly.

“You’re right!” said Kaidou. “Look at these emergency rations!”

“It’s like a dream,” said Kuboyasu. “But how?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” said Kaidou. “It drifted here from Saiko’s ship.”

“It’s a miracle!” said Yumehara.

“No, it’s not,” said Saiki. He had spent all his money on the food.

“I’ll pay you back,” whispered (Y/N).

“Wait, we have canned goods but no can opener,” said Kaidou.

“And cup noodles but no kettle,” said Kuboyasu.

Not to worry.

“A can opener and kettle!” said Kaidou excitedly. “It’s a miracle!”

“Is this really by chance?” said Kuboyasu, but even he was grinning. “It’s got to be because God loves Teruhashi so much.”

“Makes sense,” laughed (Y/N).

“Hooray for Teruhashi!” said Yumehara.

Saiki watched them laugh. No, it’s because I—care about my partner. “This is going to continue forever. We have to find a way off the island.”

“As pleasant as it is here with the nice sun, the beach, and the water, I do miss home,” said (Y/N) cheerfully. They weren’t scared of being stuck there; they knew they’d find a way to help everyone with Saiki.

“Oh, this wood floats on the water, doesn’t it?” said Nendou, holding up a plank of wood. “Which means, if we had a giant piece of wood, we would be able to ride it home, right?”

“What, you mean build a raft?” said Kuboyasu.

“How are we going to do that without any tools?” said Kaidou.

“Would that—”

Saiki shook his head as (Y/N) spoke. “It would be suicide.”

“What if you teleported us when you got to open water?”

Saiki literally jumped up. “That’s it!” If I teleport everyone now, they will realize it because the scenery will change. But they won’t notice it if I do it out there, in the ocean.

“What is it?” said everyone, looking at Saiki.

“Time to build a raft.”

“Oh, look, a bunch of saws drifted ashore,” said (Y/N), gasping in “surprise.”

“That’s enough for everyone! Tape, too,” said Yumehara.

“Too many miracles,” said Kuboyasu.

“Well, whatever, with these, we can build a raft,” said Nendou, shrugging.

“No, we can’t,” said Kaidou. “Though we can build a raft with these, it’s too dangerous. In these desperate times, with these murder weapons, we’ll definitely end up killing each other! So I think we should throw these back in the ocean!”

“Let’s get to work!” said (Y/N), completely moving on from the threats of doom.

The group did, with Nendou and Kuboyasu leading the group in numbers of trees cut down (both had unreal strength). Saiki sat out because his super-strength would be too obvious. (Y/N) helped Yumehara and Teruhashi gather vines for rope.

“Kaidou, we’ve got the vines,” said Yumehara.

“Great. Put them over there,” said Kaidou. He and Saiki had collected empty water-bottles.

“What’s with the water bottles?” said Yumehara.

“If we use them, we need fewer logs,” said Kaidou.

“Wow! What a great idea, Kaidou! You’re a genius!” Yumehara’s eyes shone.

(Y/N) smiled. Kaidou was a funny boy most of the time, but it seemed all of his extra schooling from his mom meant that he was smart when it counted. And he was a good friend.

Kaidou frowned. “But it’s going to take some time. I wish we had more people helping.” Mera was still in the woods, and Saiko was still sulking.

“We should check on him. He’s barely eaten,” said Kuboyasu.

“Do we have to?” said (Y/N).

“We can’t leave him,” sighed Kaidou.

He and Kuboyasu led the way towards the rock Saiko was perched on. They found him crouching over a little crab, trying to catch it.

Kaidou deadpanned. “I knew you were hungry.”

“What are you bums talking about?” cried Saiko defensively. “I’m not hungry at all!”

“But you just tried to eat that crab,” said Kaidou.

“No, I didn’t!” lied Saiko.

“But you did—”

“No!”

“Saiko, we’re building a raft,” said (Y/N), interrupting.

“What?” said Saiko. “I knew you guys were dumb, but this is your dumbest idea yet.”

“Whatever. Just help us!” said Kaidou.

“No. If you guys want to commit mass suicide, then go right ahead,” said Saiko proudly. “Help will come soon enough.”

“Don’t talk like that.” Teruhashi stepped forward, and all the light of the angels shone from her. “Please? Build it with us.” She took Saiko’s hand. “Also, you should eat something. Everyone’s worried about you, so don’t be stubborn. Okay?”

Saiko blushed brilliantly.

“Hook, line, and sinker,” chirped (Y/N), and Saiki nodded.

“Well…Okay, I guess so,” said Saiko nervously. “I shouldn’t be stubborn at a time like this.” His eyes narrowed. “But I refuse. One thing I hate is people telling me what to do. Now get away from me!”

What? My charm didn’t work on him?! Teruhashi was deflating. People haven’t been paying attention to me since we came here.

(Y/N) caught her as Teruhashi fell in shock and supported her as they trudged back to the raft.

“Damn. He wouldn’t listen to us at all,” sighed Kaido.

“My beauty is fading the longer we’re here,” sobbed Teruhashi.

(Y/N) patted her on the shoulders. “You’ll shine brighter than ever when we make it back. Everyone is missing you, remember?” That restored some of Teruhashi’s glow.

“I want to ask Mera next, but I have no idea where she could be,” said Kaido. His eyes widened. “Speaking of which, where’s the food we found this morning?”

“Well, isn’t it in the pantry?” said Teruhashi.

“Uh-oh,” said (Y/N).

Kaidou ran forward and turned the corner. “What are you doing?!”

Teruhashi and (Y/N) looked around the corner in confusion. Crouched in the pantry, Mera had a surprised look on her face.

“Stop right there!” said Kaido.

Like a nervous animal, Mera ran away. She had really gone to earth on the island.

“I’ll never forgive you for this!”

“Kaido! Wait,” said Teruhashi. “It’s alright. The food is safe. And on top of that, she gave us more. Don’t be so angry.”

“Aww.” (Y/N) pouted as they saw Mera trembling behind a tree. “And she feels bad, too.”

“Now I feel bad.” Kaidou picked up some food and offered it to Mera. “Come here, Mera, it’s alright.”

“Come here, Mera.” Teruhashi smiled.

Mera inched closer.

“What are they doing?” asked Kuboyasu, emerging from the forest with Nendou.

“Don’t be afraid, here you go,” said Teruhashi.

“You can have some.” Kaidou held the food out to Mera.

“It’s the amazon!” shouted Kuboyasu.

Instantly, Mera ran into the bushes.

“Why did you have to yell?!” said Kaidou.

“But—”

“We almost had her and you scared her off!” said Kaidou. “She’s very timid. It takes her a while to get used to people.”

“Is Mera a pet?” said (Y/N), chuckling

“Apparently.”

“Okay…I’ll forgive her,” said Kuboyasu, sighing.

“See, Mera? No one’s mad at you,” said Teruhashi. “Let’s eat a bit together.” She put the food down, and Mera hesitantly began to eat it.

Mera let out a sigh. “Thank you!”

“She spoke!” cried everyone.

“She can speak,” said Saiki.

“If you’re sorry, can you help us?” said Kuboyasu.

“And put on your old clothes?” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

“Okay,” agreed Mera.

“Alright! Let’s do it!”

When the sun set on the second day of being stranded, a bit of a raft had been built. Would it stay together? Who knew. But they at least done something to escape and survive.

“Awesome!” said Kaidou. “It’s starting to look like a raft! We should be able to finish it tomorrow, don’t you think?”

“Yes. Anyway, it’s getting dark now. That’s enough for today,” said Nendou.

“Good idea. I can barely lift my arms,” said Kuboyasu.

“Let’s go to bed,” yawned Kuboyasu.

“Good idea,” said Teruhashi, turning and walking back towards the beach.

(Y/N) lingered until they disappeared through the trees and looked Saiki. “You’re going to make sure the raft works, aren’t you?” Saiki nodded. (Y/N) smiled, leaned in, and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Kusuo.”

Saiki smiled slightly as they kissed his cheek. As usual, they made the trouble worth it.

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NEIGHBOR!CHOSO PART 2

What happens when you run into your sexy neighbor, Choso, at your local bar? Sexual Tension growing between you two for the past few weeks, copious amounts of alcohol in your system can lead to anything!

a/n: hiii few things mostly for my reference,, this is slightly different timeline than my last neighbor!choso writing-- y/n is still with Gojo and Choso and Yuki are in a ‘situationship’ and not just a one-time thing lol. Trying to flesh out ideas and plots for a full fic. Ok love you to whoever is reading this. And last thing, Ellie like toootally has a valley girl accent (that rubs off just a little on y/n, im sorry!!). Also, sailor’s mouth warning!! and no smut…yet;0 wc: 3.8k

Who would ever pass up the opportunity to go to a shitty dive bar with their closest girlfriends? Friday night had finally come and the prospect of dressing up, feeling sexy, and getting blackout drunk had motivated you to get through the week.

The last time you saw Gojo (your P.O.S toxic boyfriend) was a week ago before he left the country for some photoshoot where he’d probably be barely clothed. You two had gotten in another fight over something stupid before he left and hadn’t talked since, and honestly, you couldn’t care less. As bad as it might’ve been, you felt no shame about going out and flirting with men who would never have a chance with you to score a few free drinks.

When you walk through the doors of the dimly lit bar, you are welcomed by the smell of beer filling the uncomfortably warm air. As your best friend, Ellie, drags you to order a drink, you look around to survey the crowd. You are met by quite a few strangers already checking you out –which makes sense, you looked good wearing as little clothing as you could get away with. But your stomach drops slightly when you spot your unbearably hot, raven-haired neighbor, Choso, sitting in a round booth on the other side of the bar with a group of his guy friends–none of whom you had ever met. His resting disinterested face had been taken over by a smirk, probably at some perverted joke someone made.

“Hey!! Y/n, what do you want,” Ellie had to shout over obnoxiously loud karaoke singers. As you snap your head back to place your order, you thank God that Choso hadn’t seen you.

Things had been horribly awkward between you and Choso for the past two weeks since you saw him letting that girl into his apartment. She was wearing shorts the size of underwear and you knew you had caught the very beginnings of his dick appointment. You remember how he looked like a deer caught in headlights when you two made eye contact over her shoulder, and the twinge of guilt you swore was on his face. Recently, you had started leaving after he got back from work rather than staying to eat dinner with him and Yuji. And speaking of the spunky kid, Choso suddenly didn’t need you watching him as much. You figure it wouldn’t have been normal for Choso to talk about his sex life with you anyway, but it still felt like there was a reasonably sized elephant in the room...

“Ughh Ellie, guess who is here,” you said with an exasperated groan.

“Ewwww, is it that guy that was super fucking creepy with you last time we were here?” and you shuddered at the memory.

“Ew, no! It’s Choso” you said and chucked your head backward towards the direction he was sitting.

“Oh my god, he’s here! Show me which one he is right now!!” she said with her now bulging eyes gazing over your shoulder and locked onto the round booth.

If anyone deserved to know who Choso was, it was Ellie. As your best friend, she had endured hundreds of hours of your rants about Gojo and all the sweet things you had to say about Choso and Yuji. From the first time you told her about him helping you move into your apartment and build your furniture because Gojo didn’t show up, she insisted that she “shipped” you two. Ellie fucking hated Gojo for always making you feel like shit and had seen how much happier you’d been since moving in across from Choso and Yuji and becoming a part of their little life. (And, “he’s literally like a hallway across from you!! You could do it whenever!” God was she ‘annoying’, but you couldn’t deny that she was right.)

“Stop fucking staring!” you giggled and lightly slapped her chest with the back of your hand. “He’s the one with the buns.”

“Holy shit, y/n! You didn’t tell me he was that hot!!” (and maybe, just maybe, you had told her once or twice that he was sexy.)

Before you could say anything, your one anxiety of the night came true. “Oh my god, y/n, he’s looking right at you! He like totally sees you right now!”

It was stupid for you to be so nervous, but you had no idea what you were supposed to do. (Do I wave? That’s weird. Go up and say hi to him? I don’t know any of his friends and then he’d have to introduce me…and I’d have to introduce myself… God this is so awkward!..what if he –)

Knowing probably everything about you, Ellie knew exactly what you were thinking and dragged you toward the rest of your friends – "Come on y/n, let’s go see how many free drinks we can all get!!”

And holy shit was that number a lot.

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You and all your hot friends had mingled with a group of equally hot guys, who in the lamest attempt to sleep with you at the end of the night had spent hundreds on everyone's drinks. Downing four in the past hour, a warm buzz had taken over your body and you felt lightheaded in an oddly pleasing, though very misleading way. Your earlier nerves about Choso had been long forgotten and replaced by an overwhelming confidence and sense of euphoria. You were so drunk in fact that you had actually been charmed by one of the desperate douchebags and weren’t quite hating his light grip on your waist and the small of your back. After he—you honestly didn’t remember his name—suggested that you two split away from the group for a little “alone time” (ew!) you found yourselves back at the bar. To you, all this meant was at least two more free drinks. And maybe you could snag a couple more for Ellie who was having her own fun, twirling her hair and giving what she called “sex eyes” to one of the other guys.

Not long after you started your sixth drink, you were reminded of how much of a loser this guy was. “Hey,” he leaned down and miserably failed in his attempt to whisper seductively in your ear, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Absolutely not going to do that, you pulled your face away from his and scanned the room for a way out of the situation. When your eyes panned toward your left, you were met with the dark, deep ones of Choso already looking at you from across the bar with an unreadable expression on his face. He immediately shifted his gaze away and downward, suddenly more interested in the glass he was holding.

“Sooorrry, I have to go!! you said, grabbing the next drink you had ordered, which had been placed on the counter at coincidentally the perfect time. Without really thinking, which you hadn’t been doing much of, you found yourself suddenly headed in Choso’s direction. In the short walk across the bar, you realized just how drunk you were. The lightheadedness had now turned into straight spinning, and the warm buzz was more like a heat flash.

As you blurrily stumble towards him, Choso looks up from his hands at you. Drunk confidence still going strong, you give him a wide smile and slink down beside him at the end of the booth with a sarcastic, “Oh, hey! I didn’t see you there!”

You look over at Choso, who is now downing what is left of his drink with his head thrown back and adam’s apple sharply bobbing with each swallow. The dim lighting of the bar was doing him favors, not that he needed them anyway. He looked unfairly attractive with his high cheekbones becoming even more prominent, his jawline somehow even more defined, his hair and the tattoo running across his nose appearing darker, and the metal of his eyebrow piercing catching a gleam of light. You were lucky his eyes were pointed up towards the ceiling as yours flickered up and down his face.

“Choooo’, I am like sooo drunk right now,” you let out with a soft giggle before he could say anything.

He finally looks down at you as a soft “ahh” escapes his lips. A flush comes over his face at your sweet nickname for him—which he hadn’t heard from you in a while. (And just maybe, that girl had started calling him ‘Cho’, but for some reason, he cringed when it came out of her mouth.)

“Yeah, y/n?” he mocks with his annoyingly sexy, low, husky voice, “I couldn’t tell.”

“Shut up Choso,” you mumble, with the pads of your fingers digging into your temples to alleviate your increasingly spinning head. You look around and notice that there’s only one person left sitting at the table, and you ignore the suggestive eyebrow he has raised at Choso. You also notice that there is a perfect view of where you were standing earlier, as you see, perfectly, Ellie with her tongue shoved down another guy’s throat.

You quickly come to terms with the fact that nothing will make you feel less drunk at this point and reach for your still-full glass. "Go big or go home I guess," you say as you turn to face Choso and raise your glass as if to 'cheers.' Choso lets out the first real laugh you had heard from him in the past couple of weeks, and you flip him off with your free hand. Face flustered and smiling with his eyes, you can tell that Choso is also drunk as hell.

“Damn, y/n, I’ve never seen this side of you! Which one is that?” he asks as you slam the now-empty glass on the table.

“Seventh…” you muster, eyes filled with a recognition that you will absolutely regret this in the morning. “Hey, Cho, where did everyone go?,” you ask trying to distract yourself from thoughts of your inevitable hangover.

“Ahh, so you had seen me then?” he teases with an eyebrow raised. In your typical fashion, you dramatically roll your eyes, and Choso realizes how much he missed your impassioned hatred of his stupid jokes. “No idea, but I think hey went up to go sing karaoke. They’re so drunk I don’t think I would have survived the second-hand embarrassment.” Feeling the need to have something in your hands, you instinctively grab your glass and bring it towards your lips. Your lips form a small pout when you realize it’s empty. Choso raises his equally emptied glass, eyes gesturing toward the direction of the bar counter. And if poor decision-making wasn’t a sign of being plastered then you wouldn’t have found yourself accepting his implicit invitation and sliding out of the booth. Unfortunately, it was.

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As you two return to the booth each double-fisting drinks, you notice that the remaining straggler is gone. At the beginning of the night, the thought of sitting alone with Choso would have made you a nervous wreck. But now, the most potent liquid courage was raging through both of you, and it was like nothing had been different between you for the past couple weeks.

As you guys got re-situated, neither of you seemed to notice (or maybe you both did and neither seemed to care) that your thighs and hips were pressed right against his. Maybe it was the heat radiating from his body, but you remembered how warm his presence always made you feel. Despite this being the first time the two of you had spent time together without Yuji being there, there was not a semblance of unease in the air. After interrogating him about all his friends, (“There is no drama between any of you??? Ugh, guys are so boring!!”), Choso figured it was his turn.

“Alright, alright enough about me, y/n. Who are you here with?,” he asks as leans his head in the direction you had been standing with everyone before. “Oh my God, Choso that’s like the fourth dude she’s made out with tonight!” you amuse as you catch Ellie in the act once again. “Who?” he asked, and you would never deny telling someone all about your insane best friend...

“So, what about that douchebag you were with earlier? You and Gojo officially done?” Choso says, and you both pretend to ignore his admission of watching you tease and flirt with the loser earlier.

“Shut up, Cho, I don’t want to think about either of them right now!!” and his brows just barely furrow when he realizes that you didn’t answer the latter question. “How’s your little girlfriend anyways?” You swear you can feel his eyes widen. (Oh, shit, why the fuck did I say that!!)

“Oh, uh…good I guess...she’s just some girl I’ve been hanging out with.” And as much as you’d rather talk about anything else, your mouth unfortunately works faster than your brain, “What’s her name?” (God damn it, I probably won’t remember this anyways, who cares.) “Yuki,” he mutters and instinctively brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck. Finding humor in his sudden shyness, you decide to have some fun and provoke him. “Mmm,” you lightly hum, “well I only saw the back of her head but she looks like she would be pretty,” you wink and let out a laugh that would’ve been forced had you not been however many drinks in. When he goes quiet, you notice his eyes caught on something behind you, and when you turn your head around are met by the random loser from earlier stumbling towards you.

“Yo, what the hell was that? You’re going to ditch me for this fucker?,” he manages to slur, clearly far past inebriated.

In shock at his aggressive demeanor, you scoot closer to Choso and fill in the last few millimeters between you. You look over to Choso with fear taking over your face and notice that his arm is now spread resting along the head roll of the cushioned booth, lightly resting atop your shoulders and neck and resembling a side hug.

“Who the fuck are you?,” Choso spits. There was no chance in hell he was about to let anyone talk to you like that.

“Me? I’m who this slut was all over earlier. Looks like she found her next conque—”

And if Choso were sitting closest to the booth’s ‘exit’ instead of you, he would’ve already been beating the shit out of the guy. And you knew it too—you felt his muscles tightening in your shared space, and his protectiveness made your heart flutter despite the situation. His hand was fully wrapped around your shoulder at this point with a slight pull that was bringing you impossibly closer to him.

“Umm, he’s my friend, I haven’t seen him in a while I just wanted to catch up with him,” and you knew there was absolutely no need to defend yourself, but it was your best effort at diffusing the tension.

“A friend? Yeah, you're definitely a slut. I don’t think you’d be all over just a friend like that. Look at him touching you like he wants to fuc-”

The obnoxious, drunken dumbass was suddenly forcefully dragged away by two burly men he had caught the attention of. Your heart was racing as you watched him be dragged and literally thrown out of the bar, and Choso hadn’t loosened his grip on you. You looked over at him and realized that you were basically sitting on top of him at this point with your face less than a few inches from his. Unsure of what to do, you tried to play it off with a small, awkward laugh, but anger was etched in Choso’s face. His arm finally drops from around you when you reach forward to grab your, unfortunately, ninth drink of the night. Once you were done, there was an unspoken agreement between you two that it was time to head back to your shared apartment complex which was a 20-minute walk away.

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Nothing had even been more refreshing than the breath of air you took in when you finally managed to squeeze past a bunch of strangers and make it out of the door. The first few minutes of the walk were spent in silence as both of you decompressed from whatever the hell had just happened. It took 10 minutes of the walk for you to realize that your hand was still in Choso’s and had been since he led the way shoving through the crowd of the bar with you right behind. And for no other reason than needing help staying upright without falling, you didn’t let go.

As it goes, your stomach decided to turn against you with only two minutes of the walk remaining. “Oh, fuck. There’s no way.” Whatever Choso said in response was masked by the sound of your vomiting, and your hand finally detached from its perfect fit in his when you pulled away to face and hunch in the other direction. Between breaths, you managed to get out an, “Oh my god, Cho—don’t look at me!” He immediately reached to hold your hair back, his warm fingers lightly grazing over your neck causing you to shudder. His other hand was rubbing small circles on your back as he couldn’t help but laugh just a little bit. “Not funny,” was all you could say before you were back at it. “Seriously, y/n?,” Choso said through a giggle you'd never heard from him, “couldn’t hold it in for two more minutes?!” “Fuck off,” you said with your eyes squeezed shut as you had to focus on manually breathing.

Somehow by the grace of God, you managed to make it up the three flights of stairs to your and Choso’s floor. As your foot hit the last step you realized that you had fucked up. “God damn it!” you groaned. “I didn’t want to have to carry a purse around all night so I put my house keys in Ellie’s purse. Shit, I never told her we were leaving.” (There’s definitely no way the both of you realized that you were empty-handed besides your phone, and Choso's hand, about 5 minutes into the walk.)

“Well you’re just miserable tonight aren’t you?,” he mocked and was met with another one of your eye rolls. “Just come inside, Yuji isn’t home.” Realizing the sexual undertones of his words (which both of you were unsure of whether or not they were intentional) he clarified: “…I don’t know what the kid would do if he saw his favorite babysitter dressed like that and blackout drunk.” (like that? what does that me–) “Just open the fucking the door Cho,” you said as he turned the key achingly slow just to be an asshole.

As soon as you got inside, you plopped down on your designated spot on the couch (always you in the middle, Choso on your left, and Yuji on your right). “Don’t you dare get that shit dirty, y/n!” Choso said before slipping away to his room.

You were pulled out of your spiraling thoughts that maybe you could seriously die from how shitty you felt when something gently landed on your chest. Your eyes opened at the overwhelming scent of Choso –woody musk with hints of sandal and cedarwood – and you looked down to see one of his tattered band tees and a pair of sweatpants atop you.

When you emerge from the bathroom sporting his clothes, Choso swore something in his chest exploded –you looked so cute with his pants too long on you and dragging across the floor, and his shirt coming down to the middle of your thighs. You looked like you were his.

You returned to your fated spot on the couch and texted Ellie about your crisis (‘Ell, need ky pleaseeee locked oyt’). Choso comes and joins you, sitting just about as close as you two had been earlier and your head can’t help but fall to rest on his shoulder. As he pats around the couch to look for the remote, Ellie’s texts start blowing up your phone. (‘WHERE AFW YLU!!!! DISU HR ABT THE FUGHT ATTHE BSR?') Choso does what anyone else would and slyly peeks down at your phone. Your 'm at Choso’s' is immediately met with an ‘heuyyy thays my girl gft that ddddd.’ And he has never had to try as hard to keep his composure.

(‘Hate u, ts not like tht.'

'nit yet;))))'

'stfu BRUNG KEY.')

“She is so dumb I swear to God,” you say as you click your phone off. Having 'forgotten' about Gojo, Yuki, and yours and Choso’s confusing relationship, you figure the alcohol is a good enough excuse to fully lean into Choso and wrap your arm around his, bringing your feet up on the couch to hang your knees in his lap. Choso seemingly having forgotten about those things as well peacefully hums and relaxes into your body as he scrolls through movie options. Always so picky, you are fully passed out with your heavy breaths filling the room by the time he finally settles on one. When your phone rings with Ellie’s name written across the screen, he takes the liberty to answer.

“Hey, it’s Choso—”

“Ohmy god, hiiii Choso!!!”

“Hey, Ellie, she’s passed the fuck out, are you bringing the k—"

“Ugh she’s so cute, don’t you just looove her!”

And Choso, knowing that Ellie will remember absolutely nothing in the morning, decides to use the last few drops of his liquid courage.

“Yeah, I do” he admits and has to pull the phone away from his ear as Ellie lets out a genuine scream. In the split second after she stops to catch her breath, Choso decides this is probably his only time he can accomplish the entire point of the call.

“Are you bringing the key over?”

“I’m going to a guy’s house—soooo hottt—ur on the way so I’ll leave it under her doormat. And heyyy Choooso thank you for taking care of her. She loves you too, like a LOT. And your brother. Always talks about yo—WHAT? Ok Choso, ‘mhave to go, byeee!”

Choso can’t help but laugh to himself when the call abruptly ends. Uncomfortable as hell, Choso still doesn’t dare to move and risk disturbing you in your sleep. He rests his head on top of yours and leaves the softest kisses on your forehead and in your hair. And as much as both of you had used the ‘I definitely won’t remember this in the morning’ excuse, neither of you believed that was true for a second. The last thing he’d remember from tonight was the smell of your shampoo and your warm body wrapped around his lulling him to sleep. <3

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo #choso fic #choso #choso x y/n #choso x reader #choso fluff #choso pining #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #gojo satoru #yuji itadori #satosugu #geto suguru

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aubvrns · 1 month ago

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would you be up to write for alex based on your fav songs maybee

Gold Rush — T.S

| SVU & Stories

Sypnosis — The struggle of loving Alexandra Cabot from afar, who everyone wonders what must it be like to love her.

Note — Fluff, Light Angst, Admiring from Afar, Alex being a tease but oblivious, and avoidant Reader.

(Female lawyer centered, pronouns used!)

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Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

“Y/N? Come down here, captain’s requesting your presence for the debriefing.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in 10.” You said, tying your hair up in a ponytail before dropping the call.

You grabbed your briefcase and complied all the documents needed for the case you were working on, organizing them by size.

John usually called you whenever you were needed in the precinct right after your arraignment, but you managed to arrange your time just in case. It took you exactly ten minutes to get there by taxi, thankful for the considerate couple who let you ride before them.

Upon your entrance, you paused mid-step, a frown forming as you spotted Alex seated across from Olivia and Elliot. Your eyes swept the room, taking in the scene. "Who died?"

"Y/N, sit, no one died." Olivia chuckled, gesturing towards the empty chair beside Alex.

You sat beside the blonde and slightly moving the chair at a distance, putting your briefcase beside the chair. You can feel Alex’s gaze on you and you could only clear your throat.

"Atleast not yet." Elliot placed a file on the table and you both leaned forward to read it, although you didn’t get much far. You felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest when you saw what it was about, looking at Olivia and all she could do was shrug.

"You want us to work together?" Alex questioned, her tone derisively condescending.

Elliot crossed his arms, "For this case, yes. We’ve got serial killing syndicates across Manhattan to Harlem, and we’ve processed none."

"Okay, but why me? You’ve got Casey." You asked before turning to Alex. "Not that I have anything against you, it’s just that—"

Oh my god, her blue eyes are so pretty.

Alex pursed her lips as she stared at you, "So you basically hate me? Okay, that’s alright."

You rolled your eyes, instinctively looking away before she could see your rose tinted cheeks.

"Casey’s on a well-deserved vacation. She isn’t coming back in a week, give the poor woman a break."

The brunette uttered, "Besides, you guys are best suited for this case. Together."

You sigh, fixating on your watch before Elliot touched your shoulder to get your attention. "Y/N, c’mon."

"When do we start anyway? So far, your evidence is still circumstantial." Alex asked, crossing her arms.

"Fin and Munch called from Bellevue. Estelle Bauldelaire was overdosed with Hallucinogens. Guess who was indicted for running an underground drug cartel?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, reading the file once again when he added,

"Her con girlfriend."

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I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush I don’t like how anyone would die to feel your touch

Alex groaned at the columns that was messily distributed on the carpet. Her hands folding the papers, clearly frustrated. "This is sickening."

You sat on the floor with her, leaning back to the edge of the couch before helping her categorize the files.

"Don’t be so dramatic, Cabot. We haven’t even started yet."

She dragged an exasperated exhale and composing herself together. This wasn’t the first time you both worked on a case. The last case you’ve worked on together was successful at most, winning effortlessly.

Unfortunately, the only disadvantage was that you have had a something for her in forever.

A feeling in your chest that you couldn’t shake off everytime she was ever near you. How your cheeks heated up when she gives you the minimum of attention.

It was ridiculous. The way you couldn’t make eye contact when she was talking to you. You honestly felt like a teenager obsessing for sweaty basketball players during Field Day, that was exactly how it was with Alex.

"How can we work on our arguments when we don’t even have an indictment yet?" The blonde reasoned as she sipped from her coffee mug.

You played with the brim of the paper, "Well, Estelle is bound to go to trial. All we can do is sit here and wait."

A moment passed and the silence was deafening. You two were skimming throughout the textbooks following the Bauldelaire case, writing on colored sticky notes.

Then, a knock came onto the door, disrupting the adequate peace.

"Lex?" An unfamiliar man seeps in the door. Alex smiled and stood up, walking over to him.

With her hand on the side of the door, they talked together remotely which leaves you with your lonely, forlorn self. You wondered what on earth could be so funny that you heard Alex laugh, the soft sound warming your heart.

Alex welcomed him to her office, introducing him to you. "Y/N, this is Dr. Huang. If you don’t mind, he’ll stay here for awhile."

The doctor waved his hand to you, offering a warm smile before reaching to shake your hand.

You accepted, shaking your head in response, "No worries, I was about to leave anyway." Your nails dig against your palm, fixated on the documents you reviewed before uncluttering the mess.

Really, when you said we haven’t even started? Alex thought and watching you clean after yourself. She didn’t want you to go so soon, but assumed it was because of the unfamiliarity.

You wish you hadn’t made such a disorganized space. It was awkward to crawl on the floor as the two chat in front of you. You saw how he fixed her hair, tucking it behind her ears, making you want to crawl out of your skin.

Fortunately, you finished putting all the documents and notes inside your briefcase. With a simple glance, you take in Alex once again. Looking at her smile as she talked to the doctor made you wish it was you she was talking to.

Bidding goodbye, you exit the office with a heavy exhale, alongside a heavy heart.

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Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don’t like slow motion, double vision in a rose blush

A few days later, you had finished practicing, done reviewing, and gone to the precinct.

You stopped at a local bistro to order coffee, from a very pleading request by the captain. They forgot to restock their needs, and luckily, you were patient enough to buy some.

You got out of your car, firmly holding the cups as you press the buttons on the elevator.

When you arrived to the floor, you were swarmed by alot of civilians. They kept yelling, being strided away by the detectives.

Because of the cramped area, you were pushed by the people backwards causing you to spill a cup of coffee to a woman’s shirt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The lady barked, causing you to flinch slightly at the volume of her voice.

"I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

The next thing you know, a hot, searing pain came running down your shirt. You wince in affliction, dropping the rest of the cups on a table before escorting yourself out of the room. You were truly sorry, but you couldn’t handle the embarassment of it all.

Thankfully, the bathroom was empty.

You locked the door, taking your blazer off. Luckily, you have always brought an extra shirt in your briefcase.

But your smile quickly falters when you realize you left it in your car.

Closing your eyes, you accepted defeat. You should have been more careful, and if you were, you wouldn’t have been drenched in coffee.

A knock came to the door caught your attention. You hands frantically put on your blazer, "Wait a second!" You exclaimed, unable to hook the buttons properly.

"It’s Alex. You okay in there?"

You slowly opened the door, revealing the concerned woman. You bite your lip in unease and let her inside the comfort room.

"Can you give these to the woman and tell her I feel sorry? It should be enough to dry her shirt."

You handed her a packet of wipes. But instead of accepting it, she took a wipe and rubbed it on your what-was-once pristine shirt.

"You shouldn’t feel sorry, Y/L/N. What she said and did was so out of line. It was just an accident."

You slightly panic, feeling her wipe your skin. Out of the awkwardness, you gently take the wipe from her, "Thank you. I really think I should get home, though,"

She gave you this sorry look, taking your hand in hers before opening her mouth to speak. "I’ll tell the others you had an emergency. But why did you buy coffee?"

"Captain called me asking if I had time to stop by. Why?"

"I already bought the squad coffee with Huang. Olivia asked us before we left my office."

Oh.

You’ve been waiting for twenty minutes for their order, swarmed by half the population, and drenched in caffeine. In conlusion, you went through the depths of hell.

You let out a breathy exhale, exhausted and uncomfortable. Your eyes stared to prickle, and you knew you had to leave.

"I have to go."

As you walked out of the bathroom, the feeling of your hands leave hers. Alex called out, "Y/N, wait—"

Alex followed after you, only to be called out by Dr. Huang. She stops, her eyes drop apologetically and watching you walk away.

She saw your eyes glance back at her, with George beside her. Your tired eyes, closing with the doors of the elevator.

She didn’t want you to go.

If only you knew.

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But I don’t like a gold rush What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore

The evening passed fairly quickly, a storm brewing in the sky. You had took a long shower, yet the sting left a bruise. You applied ointment on your chest, squirming at the desolation. You were unsure if it was just the sting that hurt you, or the fact that you were jealous.

You had no right to, anyway. It’s just that you and Alex once picked up coffee for the squad, and hearing her do the same with someone else hurt your feelings. But you weren’t special. You were just a colleague.

Her warmth remained like the sun. So tender, yet so far. You could only watch as she shines her light for others, dreaming you were her favorite flower.

When you came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you, the doorbell rang.

It was late in the evening, who could be outside your apartment this behind?

You walked down the stairs, the towel secured around your body. You look out the window, and you saw a familiar blonde.

You open the door, close to ajar. "What are you doing here? It’s raining, Alex." You opened the door, a gesture for her to come in.

She was damp, assuming she ran from her car to your doorstep. You rushed to give her fresh towel, placing it over her shoulders.

"We aren’t dating."

"What?"

"We aren’t dating."

You narrow your eyes in confusion, "What do you mean, Alex?" You close the door before the rain seeps into your apartment.

"Me and Huang, We aren’t—"

She was crying.

You stood there, unsure what to do. You have never saw Alex cry, let alone infront of you. You quiver in silence, letting her proceed.

"We aren’t dating, okay? So stop running away from me like you hate me!" She blurted, her composed mask slipped away.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What do you mean I hate you? I don’t hate you, Alex!"

Even if I tried to.

She wiped her eyes, breathing uneven, "Then why do you keep avoiding me? Why do you keep bolting away when I’m trying to be there for you?"

"It’s because I like you, okay!"

Alex stared at you in shock, her attention was drawn to your nails digging your palm. A habit you did when you were tense. She noticed. She always had.

"I liked you from the moment I met you, and the feeling never went away. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t, but I couldn’t. How could I possibly do when simply seeing you makes my heart beat out of my chest? It’s—," You breathe, your heartbeat quickened as she looked at you.

"It’s ridiculous, and I avoid you because of it. I know you don’t feel the same way, Alex. But I told you because I don’t hate you. I really don’t—"

Alex cut you off with a soft kiss and Oh, Her lips are so soft- She brought her hand to cup your cheek as your hands went up over her neck.

You traced her jawline with your thumb as you kissed while her other hand was at your waist delicately digging your fingers into your towel, holding your body close.

You pulled away, breathing heavily.

She stared at you, her hands remained on your waist. In her eyes, with ever so adoration, looked into yours.

"How do you know I don’t feel the same way? Are you psychic? Because I do, from the moment I met you."

Quoting your words, you were lost for any. You expected her to let you go, but her arms stayed where as they were.

"I won’t let you run away again, ever." Her head found its way to the crook of your neck, feeling her inhale your scent.

"But what about Dr. Huang? Doesn't he like you?" You softly said. Remaining still as you savor the moment between you and the blonde, she pressed a kiss to your shoulder blades.

"God, I forgot your gaydar was so bad."

#valwrites .ᐟ #law and order: svu #law and order svu #alexandra cabot #alex cabot #alexandra cabot x reader #alex cabot x reader #olivia benson x reader #elliot stabler x reader #george huang #john munch #casey novak #light angst #fluff

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 1 year ago

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Sexiest Podcast Character — Scripted Bracket — Round 5

Propaganda

Captain Isabel Lovelace (Wolf 359):

Her everything <3 But in all seriousness WHAT is more sexy than a haunted, competent, funny, cursed, vengeful, mourning, badass, doomed woman?

listen to the run and hide speech and tell me that isn't the sexiest thing you've ever heard

Hot space lady who could kill me mmm yes please!

(sort of) twice-undead space captain who wired a bomb to her heart to make sure the crew of her ship didn't kill her before her escape shuttle got working. she's funny she's a genius she knows how to use a gun and she cares very much about her crew (despite the whole bomb thing).

#LOVELACE #idk who she’s up agaunst really tbf #but she cares so SO much #she gets boiled down to ’tough scary lady hot’ a lot (which 100% agree) but #she is heartbroken about her failure to keep her crew safe #and stubbornly wants to make sure none of it is in vain #even if it kills her #HOT. even apart from how hot her monologues and threats to hilbert are #also her and eifel laughing and getting along when they first meet her 😭 yall #anyway. lovelace 1000%. the defense rests

Vote Lovelace cuz of the way she says "Hi honey, I'm home" to the bastard who shot her in the head, and then how she proceeds to beat him up <3 Oh. And how she twists his arm and says "good boy". Yeah.

LOVELACE SWEEP LOVELACE SWEEP GO LISTEN TO HER RUN AND HIDE SPEECH AND WEEP THAT GODDARD AERONATICS EVER KILLED HER ENTIRE CREW AND ALSO HER (she recovered) AND MADE HER THEIR ENEMY

#LOVELACE SWEEP. DO NOT FUCKING LET ME DOWN #Lovelace is so much to me #Seen some people in the notes citing the run and hide speech#Which is very good #but my personal favorite Lovelace thing is variations on a theme #The cyclical nature of trauma #The lack of trust #The fear #the sadness #‘You can never go home. You were home. And now you’re back— and you can never go back.’ #Lovelace hearing Hera say something to her and #Thinking ‘what she’s actually saying is that I’m a demon and she would be glad to kill me in a slow and horrifying manner’ #Is so #I don’t agree that Lovelace is doomed either #Like #lovelace did die. But #She got out of that pain and trauma #How do you listen to her say that she is Isabel Lovelace #That she rejects the person that pain made her to be #And say she’s doomed

captain lovelace helped 12yo me realise I like women. She’s so hot. her threatening Hilbert is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. isabel lovelace SWEEP

Mina Murray (Re: Dracula)

As the winner of the Dracula sexyman bracket which ran before brackets were even a huge thing on tumblr and as a podcast character sort of now that re:Dracula is a podcast I think she deserves a place in this bracket

I would kill for Mina I would die for Mina etc

Mina helped everyone kill Dracula with her reports and memorization of the train schedules!

Mina got her mind invaded in order to be used as a puppet, and she took advantage of it by uno reversing the mind link to hunt down and kill her tormentor. Twice a day she gets into a state of being buried alive to achieve it. She dreads vampirism yet she's using her vampirism to her advantage. Her man vowed to become a vampire for her. He hates vampires. Yet he will offer his throat to her only.

Mod Note: This poll is about podcast characters, please only vote and offer propaganda for the Mina Murray in Re: Dracula.

#Round 5 #Isabel Lovelace #Mina Murray #Wolf 359 #Re: Dracula

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teamdarkdaily · 2 months ago

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DAILIES FOR PALESTINE (10/7 - 10/13)

It's time for this month's fundraiser week! All funds raised will go towards @malmo038 's fundraiser. If you aren't able to donate, please either share Muhammad's post or this post to garner more attention towards the fund.

The starting price for these is $5 but anything more is forever appreciated. All images seen above were drawn for donations from this event! I will take all funds raised at the end of the week and donate it to the fundraiser.

Order through my kofi listing here and read the information below!

My rules and general information for this:

Requests can ONLY be of Shadow, Rouge, Omega, Matilda, or Shadow's chao (Cherry). If you request a character I didn't list, I will just choose a Team Dark member at random and still put your donation in the fund.

I will not be drawing any ships between the Team Dark members or them with anyone outside of Team Dark (see rule 1)

Absolutely no NSFW, no hate messages or bigotry, none of that

The quality of the dailies range on this blog depending on how I'm feeling/how much time I have in a day. This will most likely be the same for these requests. However, if you donate an amount much larger than the base $5 I'll do my best to give it the quality it deserves as thanks.

I will be posting a screenshot of the amount I make from these requests at the end of the week along with the receipt of me submitting to the gofundme so everyone can be assured that their money is going to help these causes. Any names/info in these screenshots will be fully blocked out with only the money amount showing for safety reasons

There will be 7 slots available each week. If I don't have a slot filled for a day, I'll just do what I normally do for dailies and come up with an idea myself. Each slot that doesn't get filled, I'll remove that slot for the week in the kofi availability.

I'll include a link to the fundraiser we're raising for in each post that's a request. If you aren't able to get a slot or can't afford to donate, sharing the posts also helps so much for visibility of the fundraiser to others who might be able to donate.

#tdd fundraiser #sonic the hedgehog #sth #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e123 omega #team dark

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door-insurance · 2 months ago

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So I played Life is Strange 2 for the first time ever

I didn’t wanna play it for a long time not cause it didn’t have Chloe or max (tbh I got sick of their asses around BtS they’re not even my faves)

By that point I was in college and had lost interest in the whole franchise but also I was very apprehensive of white creatives writing racism with no input from the group they’re portraying, they don’t usually do a good job

Sometimes they make it cartoony, sometimes they trivialize it, sometimes they romanticize it

So years later adulthood kicked my ass and I came back crawling to this franchise for some comfort, I finished True colors annnnd I finally started 2 after hesitating annnnd

^sketched this while playing

SPOILERS

I actually liked it

I liked Sean, the drawing segment he does- he was such a likable main guy, deserved better honestly.

I also liked Daniel, he was very adorable and I never got it when people called him annoying like no shit the 9 year old is gonna act like a 9 year old- just don’t be a jerk to him, I know he can be frustrating but that’s what taking care of a kid is like

And lis had always been about realistic complex characters, y’all can’t handle a traumatized nine year?

I have two younger siblings and two nieces plus I’ve been a bratty younger sibling to two older sisters

Maybe I’m just used to it?? But honestly Daniel wasn’t that bad

The racism portrayal in the first few episodes was not all that cartoony and it actually felt real at times, like I can check for American news rn and find stories similar to what you see in episodes 1-3 (minus the telekinesis)

Although the gas station racist hick spouting trump slogans was a bit on the nose, it’s more of dialogue thing

Some people thought the gas station detainment was egregious but it can happen unfortunately, especially to vulnerable people in rural areas and by someone of a higher systematic advantage

One other thing I did not like was the love interests, I thought Finn and Cassidy were alright characters on their own but why do we need romance in this game where the protagonists are always on the run?

I don’t like to compare lis 1 to 2 but when it comes to the romance the former did a better job as it spent more time establishing it, plus max stayed in the same place for the majority of the game- but you know what? Sean doesn’t have to be in a relationship right? It can be a one off thing, that’s fine

Which brings me to my next point

How old are Cassidy and Finn?

Cause Sean is still 16 and no, being on the road didn’t mentally age him- he’s not “mature” for his age

He is still a kid

So for some reason Dontnod never really specified their ages but some articles described them as teens (they look 30 to me) and they can be around 18 right? Their lives are hard stress ages you- it happens, we can with live that, it’s just a two years difference

But teens or not

why did they animate a whole knocking the boots scene???

Of all the games in the series, the only one that gets a sex scene is the one with the much younger protagonist and his ambiguously aged older looking love interest and I think it’s only with Cassidy you get to do it in the tent

Alex Chen was robbed of a on screen booty call from a beanie wearing lesbian with a sexy radio voice or a buff ass Adonis of a man who was Smokey the bear’s regional manager or something

Anyways I’m gonna move on I’m uncomfortable lmao

*im not hating on people who ship Sean with either Finn or Cassidy, I’m not even tagging your ship names- im just stating my personal preferences on my blog

One last thing I did not like about LiS 2 and it was the one thing that kept me from playing it for years

That one scene from episode 4

So at this point Sean Diaz went through the following:

-lost his father, had to abandoned his loved ones, education and home

-was accused of killing a cop

-had to take care of his little brother on his own while on the run, the same brother with telekinesis and none of them know how to control it

-was harassed, beaten then detained by a racist white man

-had to take refuge in an abandoned cabin with little resources

-the dog that they adopted at the gas station eventually gets mauled

-the one time they found solace at their grandparents house they had to leave abruptly cause the police was hot on their trail

-on their way out they can potentially witness the neighbors kid that they befriended get hit by the police car that’s chasing them

-they find shelter at a nomad campground but oh no they get involved with drug trafficking cause they barely have any other options to make money (unfortunately this happens a lot IRL this isnt egregious)

-Sean now has to deal with the trafficking, making sure that Daniel doesn’t get into any trouble with his powers while fake ass giancarlo esposito is breathing down his neck

-and guess what happens next… Daniel gets robbed into pulling a heist on temu gus fring and it goes badly, Sean can potentially lose a love interest/friend in Finn

-Sean gets hurt, Daniel goes so mad that he blows the whole place up; a shard glass flies into Sean’s eye and he ends up losing it

- Sean wakes up from a coma and learns that his brother is missing and he’s about to be taken to jail

- the one thing that consistently brought him joy during this trip was his art and because of the missing eye he can’t even do it the same anymore cause it hurts now

- Sean has to escape the hospital with a hot wired car, little money and has to drive across two states just to get to his brother

-on the way he dreams of his father, he wants him back he wants his old life back but that’s not gonna happen so he has to move forward

Im not listing all this as examples of bad story telling, a lot of these are real life experiences of homeless people. im just painting a picture of the shit that Sean had went through so far

Cause right after the dream sequence, Dontnod didn’t think all that was enough no you had to see Sean get hate crimed by two lifetime movie, sitcom special of the week racists- be made to either sing or suffer a brutal beating

It added nothing to the plot, it didn’t need a choice system either- it’s a hate crime, you’re not asking Joyce for fucking pancakes or eggs n bacon at the whales diner or hosing down Lisa the fckin plant.

This to me went straight to trauma p*rn category, it’s wheelchair Chloe all over again

I hated it then in LiS 1 and I hated now in LiS 2, this is why I don’t dick ride Dontnod that often

They always had this tendency right before the end they single out a particular character and mentally whip them, they become the writing teams punching bag- they think we didn’t get it the first time that this character is going through it, they just hammer it in with the subtlety of a heart attack and I hate it

“Yeah but it’s there to show Sean’s resolve to find Daniel-“

HE ESCAPED FROM THE HOSPITAL AND THE FEDS, HE HOT WIRED A CAR TO DRIVE ACROSS TWO STATES

He’s starving, dehydrated, suffering from chronic pain

That’s enough

Let the character breathe

You ask why not a lot of people wanna play this game and I’m gonna tell you, as much I enjoyed it myself it’s not an easy game to play- it gets brutal, especially right around the end

I’m not against bleakness or extreme conflict, I’m into that but sometimes that doesn’t translate well to any gaming format- especially a choices matter game that’s meant to be replayed

Some people have asinine reasons not to play LiS 2 like it dealing with racism and those people suck, lis had always dealt with progressive themes like calling out objectification, cyberbullying and sl*tshaming

Racism shouldn’t be the exemption

but misuse of racial trauma and not knowing when it’s appropriate to invoke it is a huge turn off and hella triggering to a lot of non white players and I remember when LiS 2 dropped I’ve seen (mostly white) lis fans at the time proclaiming that not wanting to play it meant that you were racist

Like I said there were probably racists who didn’t wanna touch the games cause of the main characters skin but there were people like me who were apprehensive of the “Let’s go to the mosh pit Shaka brah” people handling racism

This is the same studio that had Ms Grant (one of the few black characters from LiS 1) claim that the white settlers peacefully shared the stolen land with the native Americans

I find that shit harder to believe than the time traveling powers

And they were doing alright in the first episodes they covered stuff like unconscious biases slipping through, dog whistles, polite racism from the grandparents segment, police brutality, racial profiling and being targeted/othered- some of these things I went through when I visited western countries

Then they did the bullshit I feared theyd do…

I really don’t blame myself for being hyper vigilant at the time and honestly I was going through a lot then, even if I wanted to I wouldn’t have touched LiS 2 cause it’s a very heavy tasking game to play

I know I kinda made it seem like I didn’t like this game but I did, its the best one in terms of the choice system

It had more weight to it, seeing Daniel internalizing what you say to him or how you act around him was so cool

Also what the second game has over the first one aside from the choices system is the ending selection- I never liked picking the endings for max, I wanted her to pick the ending or her coding/script to do that

Its definitely more fleshed out technically even though LiS 1 has a special place in my heart it’s always gonna be no. 1- but im also glad that I got to experience the 2nd game for the first time, I liked it

Personal lis ranking

1: Lis 1

2: Lis 2

3: True colors

Discount bin: BtS

My personal fave moments from LiS 2:

- beating up the racist bully and giving him a concussion

-mushroom (rip icon)

- victorias letter

-winning that that bear from that claw machine

-gorillaz song that was not feel good inc

-Brody pointing at a fucked up looking arcadia bay yelling “that’s the past!”- that was hilarious

-Sean paying tribute to Arcadia bay in his sketchbook (this fucking kid man, he’s so sweet he deserves the world- what did he do to make DONTNOD mad at him)

- the wolf animation and the story that plays before every chapter

-this was the worst hate crime in the whole game

#life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #Daniel Diaz #lis #lis 2

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