#screw him tbh all friends i had are shitty

[bat-the-misfit]

like how the hell you want a friend if you don't even make efforts??? and when you have friends you don't even try to maintain it!!!

[sinsandsweetness]

i have stepdad!rick brainrot rn, i’d love one where he punishes the reader for being out past curfew, rick sitting by the door watching another boy drop her off

i’m so excited to see where you go with this omg <33

cw- stepdad!rick, dub con? kinda toxic tbh but… it’s fictional so… all for funsies <3 oh and um… not proofread (is it ever anymore?)

The porch light is on and you know you’re screwed. Walking up the creaky steps to the front door and gently turning the handle. Your stepdads figure, standing at the counter sorting some papers. He glances over at the sound of the door latching behind you.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” His gaze goes back to the stack of papers he’s sorting.

You place your bag on the stool next to him and go for the fridge. Grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip before answering.

“We lost track of time, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s 1 in the morning. Curfew is 11.”

“I’m an adult. I don’t have a curfew that’s ridiculous.” You almost laugh.

“You live under my roof don’t you?”

He’s fully focused on you now. Standing there. No papers in hand.

You want to scowl back. But you’re already in trouble. And being a brat won’t help your situation. Not when Rick is already coming in at you. Backing you into the corner cabinet. Your ass hitting the cool marble as he approaches. Cornered.

“Answer.” He demands. Annoyed. No. Angry.

“Yes. I do.” You day through a clenched teeth. He’s still in his work clothes. The police uniform that Deanna gave him way back when they first arrived here. When he first met your mom. When he first took notice of you.

“Who were you with?”

“A friend.”

He breaths out what you assume is a laugh. An unimpressed huff of air and the smallest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“A friend, hm. Don’t know many friends that touch eachother like that.”

He must have seen you. Watched the boy drop you off from his spot on his chair under the living room window. Watched you kiss the boy goodbye after he opened the car door for you. No doubt catching the way his hand grabbed your ass when he pulled you in for another.

Though Rick seems exceptionally calm if he had seen.

“I’m sorry.” It’s not sincere. And Rick can hear it too.

“About the boy? Or about being out past curfew. Curfew that’s been set in place for all of Alexandria by the way. Not just you.”

“Since when?” This is news to you.

“Since one of your friends fucked up and got three of our people killed.”

There was an incident. A recent one. Only a few days ago actually. Some pretty heavy drinking was involved. Shitty decisions were made and it cost the community three precious lives. An open gate in this world will do that.

“I didn’t realize. No one told me.” You’re telling the truth. He must sense it because his jaw relaxes slightly.

But he moves in even closer. If that was possible. You feel trapped. A heavy weight pulling you further into the counter space between his hands. Ricks strong arms framing your entrapment.

“You missed the meeting,” he leans in, though it doesn’t feel particularly intimate. More intimidating than anything. “I wondered why that was. Wouldn’t have to do with some… friend would it?”

You shake your head. Your heartbeat is off the walls and you want him to close the gap between you so desperately. You want him to bend his own house rules and make a fucking mess out of you right here on the counter. Right here in the kitchen where your mother could walk in at any moment.

Right where he refuses to touch you out of his own moral agenda. Outside it didn’t matter. But in this house, touching you was rare.

He’s so close it hurts. His nose almost brushing your cheek. The stubble on his jaw scratches your cheek as he moves to whisper in your ear. Lips so warm against your ear. Brushing the gold metal hanging from your lobe.

“I don’t believe you.”

His voice is quiet. Soft and deep. But It makes you shiver as if he’s just yelled at you.

“I-I…“

“Shhh,” he cuts you off. He’s smirking against your cheek. Though nothing about his demeanour is funny. You’re in trouble. That’s all you know.

“You broke the rules. And you lied to me-“

“I’m sorry-“

“Sweetheart, if you interrupt me one more time, your ass is gonna be sore for a week.”

You gulp. Fuck. Ok.

“You’re not getting away with just a slap on the wrist this time. Not tonight, baby.”

He kisses your lips. Gentle and warm. And you’re more than eager to kiss him back. To make it up to him. Anything. Everything. All for him.

It’s not like the boy from outside means anything. He’s nothing compared to the man you live with. The one that sleeps down the hall from you every night. Tempting you with just the smell of his skin and the blue in his eyes.

Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him in close.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper against his mouth between kisses. Muffled and faded into the moans that can’t seem to stay put.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it this time, sweetheart.”

You tug on his hair. Hoping he’ll just let you give him your body as a form of repentance. But it won’t be enough. He needs to punish you himself. To show you some real discipline.

“What are you gonna do?” You ask finally, pulling away for a moment. Just for show really. Giving your most innocent doe eyed act in hopes of even a smidge of pity from the officer.

He doesn’t buy it for a second.

He smiles and your heart skips a beat. You know by the look on his face that you’re in for a night. A week. Maybe longer.

You realize quickly that it isn’t a matter of what he was going to do to you. It was a matter of what he would refuse to do to you. No matter how hard you begged.

And judging by the arousal already seeping through your panties, he’d have you begging on your knees in no time.

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[kiddbegins]

Neighbors pt.2 - Jay Halstead

Requested: technically yes?

Word count: 1,379

Warnings: nothing really, just kinda cute

A/n: tbh i kinda just winged this

Masterlist

It had only been a few weeks since your late night run in with Jay, embarrassment still following you when you passed him.

Not that he poked fun at you. Jay halstead wasn’t that big of an asshole. People had fears and he respected that. Everyone had something they were scared of. Even people that swore they didn’t.

Even him. Though his wasn’t as simple as bugs crawling or flying around his apartment. Or even heights. It wasn’t something as normal, as mundane as that. No.

What Jay feared, was being alone. Truly alone. He’d never admit it of course, but having his team by his side always made him feel better. The late nights at Molly’s. Invitations to come and watch a movie or a game, anything.

He grasped at all of it, holding onto it like a life preserver. Especially after tough cases. When the events of the day took a toll on him in ways nobody would ever understand. All he wanted was to ignore it and have someone by him that would keep him sane.

And usually he did. Hailey was a great partner, she rarely let him go home upset, always offering a shoulder to cry on. But this case? He screwed everything up. Got too close.

Took too many risks. And now he was isolating himself. Letting his team cool off before he talked to them, knowing each and every one of them had some choice words that they wanted to say to him.

You knew something was off when he didn’t react to your parking, instead silently getting out of his passenger side, closing the door without even slamming it in annoyance. Part of you even felt bad for possibly making his night worse as he trudged his way to the building.

It felt like an alternate universe had opened up and swallowed you whole. The man had held both the front door to the building open for you and made sure you were in the elevator before pushing the close door button.

If you had been any closer, you would have asked him what was wrong. If there was anything you could do. But you weren’t. The two of you were barely acquainted with one another, enemies if anything. So instead you stood silently, back to the corner.

Once on your floor you went to your door, stopping as you watched Jay go past, a light sigh leaving your lips, “Hey,” Your voice nearly made him jump, slightly looking up with a tilt of his head.

“I don’t know what has you all moody but, if you wanna talk…” You trailed off, the man muttering a thanks before going inside, leaving you in the silence that followed.

Awkwardly, you went inside, heating up some leftover pizza before changing into some pajamas. It was a Friday which meant no work for the next two days which also meant wine and shitty movies.

At least that’s what you expected as you sat, getting almost an hour into the film you decided on and about quarter of a bottle of wine, when there was a knock on your front door.

With a confused look you stood, heading to the door and peering through the peep hole. Jay was standing on the opposite side, hands in his pockets as he stood a reasonable distance from the door.

Instantly you opened it, looking up at him. “I uh, I was hoping to take you up on that offer.” Jay muttered, partially ashamed that he caved, leaving his apartment to come talk.

But he also knew if he didn’t get all of it off his chest then he might implode. Which wouldn’t be very good. “Yeah, yeah of course,” You stepped aside, letting the clearly distraught man in. “Do you want something to drink? I’m currently downing wine but I have beer, and water or something.”

Jay shook his head, “A beers okay, if you’re sure.” He attempted to not feel like a burden to you, clearly not sure what he was allowed to do, or say or touch.

It wasn’t like he was your best friend or something.

You nodded towards the living room, handing him the bottle of beer you grabbed before moving back to the couch. He took the spot on the opposite end, sitting practically on the edge with his leg bouncing.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was soft, the instinct to comfort taking over any sort of feeling you generally had for the detective.

Jay let out a dry laugh as he shook his head, a soft sniffle following that you pretended you didn’t hear. “I would say yes but if that were true I wouldn’t have come over here. So.” He shrugged, answering the question with a non-answer.

You shifted forward, leaning to try and see his face. (Spoiler: you failed) “Is there anything I can actually do? Do you just wanna sit here? Talk about it? Ignore it?” There was no way you could not ask him those questions.

He was on your couch, solemn look on his face as he drank the beer. “My entire team is pissed at me. Not that it isn’t deserved, I screwed up our case today and it’s going to backfire on all of us. But I just,” Jay sighed heavily, “A boy almost died and I had to do what I did.”

There was a moment of silence before he looked over at you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here I just… I hate being alone and you’re the only person that doesn’t hate hate me.” Jay shook his head.

“Well, doesn’t hate me enough to kick me out.” He corrected, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “Which you can totally do if you want to.” Jay huffed out, taking a long sip from the bottle.

You shook your head, “You obviously need someone, I wouldn’t kick you out. Not when you’re like this. You can stay here as long as you need to.” Hesitantly you put a hand on his back, feeling him tense under your touch.

“Did whatever you did at least work?” You attempted to make conversation, a small smile cracking on his face as he nodded.

“Yeah, it did. The kid’s safe. Back home with his family.” He took pride in what he did as a detective. Most, if not all, of the choices he made on the job were things he was proud to do.

Jay was good at his job, he knew what he was doing and he didn’t care what happened if it meant the people he needed to get to were safe. “Good, that’s good.” You breathed out, unsure about what to say next.

This was all uncharted territory and honestly, it was weird. One of two times Jay Halstead was in your apartment and he was nearly in tears. Not something you were used to.

A slight chuckle came from the man, pulling your attention back to him, “Are you seriously watching this movie?” He had tried to use the film you had on in the background to distract himself, laughter building up as he shook his head.

“What- it’s my night for shitty movies shut up,” You nudged his side, face scrunched up as you did. Jay held a hand up defensively, nodding as he did.

“Well you sure did pick a shitty one.”

“Yeah yeah, I bet you have great taste in movies.” You replied with a roll of the eyes, Jay sitting back against the couch, actually relaxing a bit.

As he tried to stop the laughter, he nodded again, “I definitely do.” Jay answered matter of factly, looking over at you. For the first time you noticed the slight rim of red around his eyes, like he’d been crying before he even got to yours.

It almost made you want to hug him, seeing people in pain never felt right. “Fine, here,” You tugged yourself out of your thoughts, reaching to grab the remote that was handed to him seconds later. “Put something better on.”

“I will.” Jay took the remote, flipping for a movie he liked and that’s how the rest of the night went. On your couch, watching a movie with the person you least expected.

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[rey-jake-therapist]

This isn't my opinion but damn these weird lorebros sure love to rationalize anything remotely haladriel just to try to invalidate it lmao. The only part I agree with is the first sentence: 'I think we have different ideas of 'canon'. Canon is something that is canonically, visually or verbally, conveyed to the audience. Like, the idea that Halbrand made Galadriel's armour? It's fanon. Especially since there was an actual queen who had command over the smith's guild, had been having these discussions with Galadriel about going to war and is an elf-friend. Even more so, we know that to an extent (despite his manipulation) Sauron was expressing real emotions at the time. He was still struggling with his desire of wanting to be left alone and not be pushed to reclaim his crown, to which he knew he was susceptible. He even felt used. To say that he made Galadriel's armour is to suggest that his emotions were pretent and by extent that he was using her even earlier than the writers have suggested.' It's funny when these lorebros like to flip between 'sauron didnt want to get tempted by power but she kept pushing him and 'sauron was using her all along to get back his power like, OK lil bro? Which one is it? Cause you going back and forth. I guess whichever version of the narrative fits the best frame to invalidate a ship that you personally dislike? XD

Not only the lore-bros do that tbh. There are all sorts of people that will discredit a ship, especially a romance like this one, because it doesn't match with their binary vision of the world. These people are often very young, or just have a very narrow vision of the world where people are either very very bad, or very very good, and very very good people don't fall in love with very very evil people. Also they're still stuck on Peter Jackson's version of Sauron, a stupid super evil floating eye with no heart, and cannot fathom that the Sauron we see in TROP isn't quite there yet. They want so bad Sauron to be a cardboard cut character that I'm thankful they'll never approach the writing team.

I think "we have different ideas of canon" can mean that canon, in certain circumstances, can be interpreted differently because it's mostly subtext. Some will find the relationship Halbrand/Galadriel romantic, some will say the contrary. Some will find the Elrond/Galadriel kiss platonic, while others like me will disagree, etc. There's no definitive "truth" as long as it hasn't been confirmed in the text. If at some point Galadriel says she was in love with Halbrand and acknowledges it means she also loves Sauron, then it will no longer be free of interpretation. If Elrond never shows any romantic inclination towards Galadriel, it will mean the kiss was purely platonic and strategic, etc.

To take your example of the armor : you see Sauron forging Galadriel's armor as the proof that he pretended to be mad at her, but I strongly disagree personally. Ultimately, he decided to follow Galadriel in the Southlands, but we didn't see them reconciliate. When they met on the ship, they looked.... very close again, as if they had finally resolved all their issues on the forge table. Seriously, they looked like they were going on a wedding trip and not to war (though tbh a good war against Orcs would probably be the perfect honey moon for them 🤣), but when did they get engaged?

So some reconciliation necessarily happened between their last discussion and their departure for the Southlands.

Forging an armor for her could have been Sauron's reconciliation gift, his way to say he forgave her, and also to ask for her forgiveness; he was about to screw her up, after all. This trip to the Southlands was basically his Deception tour and I think he felt shitty, like he did when Celebrimbor told him he felt better mentally then ever, while he was actually at his lowest because of Sauron's mind tricks.

He's not a sadist, he doesn't enjoy lying, manipulating and torturing people he likes (and he liked Galadriel very much...), but he believes it's necessary and justified by his ultimate goal, which is to "heal Middle Earth". Because people won't just do what he wants if he doesn't trick them into doing it. All that to say that forging an armor for Galadriel could have had several meanings for him : reconciliation (it would parallel the scene when he gives her Finrod's dagger), and guilt.

Of course any smith in Numenor could have forged it, but then why keeping it a mystery? They could have just said it, when they evoked the armor at the Con. Imho they wanted at the very least the audience to speculate it was a gift from Saurbrand.

Regarding Sauron's sincerity, it's always "he was totally sincere, didn't want to leave Numenor and it's Galadriel who deluded herself" or "he manipulated her from the beginning like a puppet and lied about everything". There rarely seems to be a middle ground, while it's exactly where the truth is ! Sauron was conflicted for most of the Numenor arc. He wanted Galadriel to have this army for him, but also he wanted to stay in Numenor. He wanted to fix the damages he did when he was with Morgoth, but he also wanted peace. He wanted Galadriel to get away from him because he knew he'd eventually hurt her and be cast out by her when she'd learn the truth, but he also wanted to be near her. He was upset that she used him to get her army, but he also knew she was right when she said it could be argued that HE used her, because indeed, he did... Etc. Sauron really knew what he wanted only when he came back to take the pouch with the armory. I thought it was pretty clear that he made up his mind only at that precise moment, and yet now I keep seeing "he did it for the audience" bs, as if it was possible.

There was no one to watch him in this scene, meaning he was truly hesitating to keep playing along or not. It's not a case where he's an omniscient narrator who knows there's an audience watching and lies to them to make a "gotcha !" revelation at the end. What we see of him in these few moments of privacy is the real him.

Even Charlie mentioned that in a pre season 2 interview : that in season 1 we didn't get to see much of his true feelings because the story wasn't told from his POV, but that season 2 would be fun in this regard because we'd get to see his true self much more. If we're supposed to believe as some claim, that "Sauron deceived everybody in plain sight even the audience!", then there can't be no "real him" to watch. Meaning Charlie doesn't know what he's talking about. Sorry, but I choose to believe the actor who played Sauron for two seasons over the Reddit bro or the Tumblr girlie who believe they figured him out, because they're so smart.

Imho claiming that he was either "all innocent" or "pure evil", is in both cases denying the complexity of the character. Just like, no offense anon, it is denying it to claim that he can't have forged the armor for Galadriel because it would prove he was not really upset at her and was faking it all. The world of Sauron is not black and white yet, at least in season 1 it wasn't.

[chaos0pikachu]

Sending an ask so I don't reblog someone's post just to respond to you!

You mentioned Boston getting blackmailed with a sex tape recorded without his consent and how everyone's ignoring that, which I agree with, but it just hit me that he's technically had 3.5 sex crimes committed against him already.

One. The tape he mentioned that must have happened before the show.

Two and a Half. Nick and his phone. Boston took his phone to a phone repair shop and Nick took it home and jerked to Boston's nudes that weren't shared with him. And then he put his own nude on Boston's phone. Boston ended up being into it, but still. Someone accessing your nudes you didn't give them is one violation and I would say sending an unasked for nude in a situation where it wouldn't even be a normal thing to think would happen is at least half a violation.

Three. Nick bugging his car while he was having sex.

Like, my dude is out here being the victim of multiple sex crimes, yet he's the predator in this show? Alright. Okay then. I am choosing to have hope in the narrative but it's really not a good look for the show so far that none of it is getting treated as fucked up just because Boston's an asshole.

Lol I was just telling my pen pal - who doesn't watch the show - about this and they were like "jfc that's fucked up"

Like, you make a good point about Nick accessing Boston's nudes without his consent. If I turned my phone in to an IT tech and they jerked off to my nudes and then uploaded their own??? I'd be hella upset lol Boston ended up being into it, but it showcases Nick's own issues with consent. I'm assuming that Nick assumed Boston would be into it - since he seemed to know Boston if by reputation alone - but in hindsight, not a good look chepo!

I'm both surprised and not surprised by fandom, seemingly, is ignoring the fact Boston was blackmailed with a sex tape that was filmed without his consent. The show was also a bit casual about it too and I get the vibe it's because people think Boston deserves it. Not only because he's an asshole but also because he's promiscuous. There's an air of "well he deserves it for being a slut what else did he expect" which is a fucked up line of thinking.

Same with Nick bugging his car. That's not okay! Nick sharing that recording with Sand isn't okay! Just because Boston has a lot of sex doesn't mean he's given up all rights to privacy. That he's not entitled to a level of privacy. Yeah him and Top screwed Mew over by fucking nasty in the car, but that still doesn't give Nick the right to record them without their consent.

You can see the double standard of this b/c Boston taking pictures of Mew and Ray kissing - not even having sex or in the nude just kissing - IS treated as a violation both in show and by fandom. Which I do agree with! It was a weird invasive thing for Boston to do like maybe he genuinely wanted to just "capture" the moment between two of his friends but still weirdo behavior.

Yet! Yet!! While fans see that as a violation of Mew and Ray's right to privacy (which is justified), there's little care or consideration for Boston's right to privacy. Why? He's an asshole? So is Ray at times. He's a shitty friend? Well damn so are Ray and Nick. Mew is real sweet forgiving Ray for kissing him without consent and a better person than me tbh so why the double standard here?

Again, I really hope the show isn't going the "evil sluts are evil" route b/c I hate that trope and want better from the narrative

[divinelovers]

gilmore girl hot takes & opinions

if you don’t agree byeeeee

spoilers below

+ first and foremost richard was way more hurtful to lorelai then emily was. especially when they found out christopher got sherri pregnant- richard lashed out on lorelai. idk it pissed me off

+ everyone blames rory for dean cheating but it takes two to tango, he could’ve & should’ve said no they were both in the wrong and lindsay didn’t deserve that.

+ i know we ALL agree lane got a shit deal but they really screwed her over. not only did she get pregnant the first time she and zack slept together but she really wasn’t ready to be a parent and i feel like the writers glossed over that and made it a joke. poor girl was miserable

+ rory and christopher, let’s discuss. i know all about having a shitty dad, i mean mine is a world class asshole but christoper, he deserves the worst. i feel like the writers didn’t really divulge on rory’s daddy issues ie., needing validation from men (hello dropping out of yale because mitchum didn’t think she was all that great) and never being happy in any relationship. it’s sad really, i feel her pain.

+ everyone likes to say how amazing lorelai was but dog on rory?? like rory was a product of a teen mom raising her ALONE i can’t even imagine how hard that was. rory was the way she was because lorelai was more a friend then a parent.

+ in addition to the previous one and kinda contradicting, lorelai actually showed up when she needed to. she really loved and provided for rory. going to her parents for money, when she knew it would come with a catch, and supporting rory to get her into an ivy league school??? she had flaws and both she and rory were messes but lorelai did the best she could. + now for this one… yes, i love and adore jess will every fiber of my being, however he had too many issues to be with rory when they were younger. like yes rory had her own issues but she didn’t know how to cater towards him and be the person he needed in that season of his life. however if the truly reconnected it would’ve been magic, there’s a reason rory cheated on every boyfriend with jess they should’ve been endgame.

+ once again jess was JUST A KID!! having to deal with his alcoholic mother shipping him off to crazy town- of course he was pissed he got the raw end of the deal.

+ my bby tristan deserved so much more, i wish they would’ve brought him back a bit later and made him into a fantastic addition to show.

+ if dean and rory stayed just friends i would’ve actually liked him. tbh i really liked his and rory’s friendship.

+ we can all agree that rory and lorelai were a bit self absorbed however the show is literally called gilmore girls. it’s all about them, they are the main characters of course the storylines are going to revolve around them.

[cynamonowo]

001 999, 002 shukita, 003 do-yoon

i love u so much let's Go

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001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character:

akane!! girl of all time. she did nothing wrong (except everything) and that's so cool. she's so cool

Least Favorite character:

uhh that'd be a draw between the ninth man (bc he makes me feel queasy) and ace (bc i liked him at first. betrayal)

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

lotus/seven, junepei, junpei/santa, junpei/snake, but tbh this isn't a fandom i'm in for shipping reasons

Character I find most attractive:

lotus... hot

Character I would marry:

see above lol move over, seven, i will parent her daughters instead

Character I would be best friends with:

santa! we'd bitch about our little sisters while drinking shitty coffee and watching the timeline get tangled like a pair of cheap wired earphones

A random thought:

while ppl have been saying vlr is decent, to be fair idk if i wanna check it out :/

An unpopular opinion:

uh. none? idk

My canon OTP:

junepei i guess

Non-canon OTP:

lotus/seven

Most badass character:

either clover or snake. to be fair seven too... and akane in a way

Pairing I am not a fan of:

shrugs. idk. anything with ace? or clover/a man

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

uh. i don't know? maybe lotus bc while she is sexy af her outfit is. yeah.

Favourite friendship:

mm. maybe junpei and clover? or clover and seven. those would be nice

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it:

about a month or so after finishing p5 lol at first i wasn't sure. then the brainrot got me

my thoughts:

it's such a good pairing like?? they're helping each other become better people while acknowledging the darkness in their hearts

What makes me happy about them:

THEY'RE JUST SO FUNNY SOMETIMES like the crucifixion pose gdhdhdg

What makes me sad about them:

that they're not Canon. what the fuck.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

yusuke being Smooth and Collected. i can see him having some confidence, but that autistic boy would be quite surprised to find out his crush likes him back

Things I look for in fanfic:

i see transmasc yusuke and i go ape

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

i guess it'd be pegoryu & akekita lol

My happily ever after for them:

after a few years of brooding and navel gazing, they get their shit together, start a relationship, move in, and live a quiet, happy life, with akira as a counselor and yusuke as a well-known and respected painter

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:

THAT'S MY SON but he's also sooo me. he's so autism. i love him. i want him to rest but also to go through even more horrors :> do-yoon han you are my everything. you deserve a chocolate bar

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

that'd be just gyu-hyuk and woosuk lol the latter as a past fwb that'd rather eat a flipflop than admit anything

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

oh man i love do-yoon being inha's chew toy and juyoung's pet cat. every lesbian deserves a weird guy to care for and/or pester

My unpopular opinion about this character:

there's only like ten ppl in the fandom so i wouldn't say it's unpopular but. he's autistic and also trans. spot a pattern :P

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

oh man it's kind of a shame we didn't hear him laugh... to be fair there was little to laugh about in the Horrors

My OTP:

gyuyoon ftw <3 there's so much you can pack into their dynamic.

My OT3:

platonic ot3 but, as mentioned above, do-yoon and the girls is such a fun squad. to me. inha as the wise guy, him as the straight man, juyoung as the unwitting audience to their bickering

[runthepockets]

I always felt Eminem spoke for dudes like me, tbh. Yeah he beat his wife and says a lot of shitty things in his songs and that sucks. I won't try to combat anyome disliking him for this, both from my objective standpoints as an individual and as a male under capitalist patriarchy.

But hear me out.

Dude had a terrible childhood. He was railed against in school, from teachers, and from his own mother. He was so different from most kids in his circles that he had to hang with "outsiders" [RE: BLACK BOYS INSTEAD OF WHITE BOYS, CUS HE JUST LOVED RAP MUSIC AND FELT SO SCREWED TO SUCH AN INTENSE DEGREE], and when those people weren't around he mostly rode solo, enduring a bunch of abuse from his mother until he could make it far enough to roll on his own.

I feel for that. A lot of times I was the only black dude in a big group of white guys, cus I just loved Rock and Metal so much and I could always count on them to talk about it with. When my white boys weren't around, I mostly rode solo; if I wasn't hanging with them, I was rocking with black dudes who were just as into anime and rock / metal music as me. This is kinda just how autism works, which may be part of why I'm so confused by the "sexy autism" phase going on rn; for me, autism was a very tricky thing to navigate, and as often as it gained me friends, it also alienated a lot of people from me. To act differently is to lie about everything in my life, pretty much.

I'd never say Em is perfect; but like, I'm not either. No one really is. Em def coulda done better; I mean, he's a guy. But men are held to unrealistic standards under patriarchy too, and for the times he was doing the best with what he had. There are lots of girls I loved, who are now women that I respect and appreciate, but in retrospect I feel I could never get it together with and don't intend to ever speak to again, and just let em go as such. Most of the men in my life can say the same about women and girls they loved. Regardless of one's personal opinion on Em, it's very obvious from his lyricism that dude was super neurodivergent, be it from depression or otherwise. I don't like to armchair diagnose, but most people don't act like Em does

Imo; Em was just speaking to the nasty parts of being male that most guys wanted to keep down or avoid entirely. I won't say he was right for all of it, but more often than not, there was a truth and patience to his words that I always recognized and empathized with. I don't think he's the greatest rapper ever, or whatever (those titles go to Prodigy and Bushwick Bill, imo), and icl being annoyed and skeeved by him winning awards over, fucking, Outkast, Lauryn Hill, Tribe, Dre, Wayne, etc, but I feel like I'd be a total moron to deny his wit and general role in the early 00s - early 2010s Rap scene. He was a guy doing his best with what he had in the system that existed. Like idk man it just is what it is. Tl;dr if you asked me if Em had autism I'd probably say yes cus I relate to him both for better and for worse.

Give me a moment.

[lawscorazon]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠. 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

minors do not interact.┊2.4k words

it’s a shitty thing, isn’t it? wanting to fuck your best friend’s older sister? but gojo had his eyes on you, and once he locked his eyes on a target, it was almost a certain victory.

pairing: gojo satoru x femme!reader (she/her)

content warning: older sister!reader (early twenties), gojo (19), brief mention of gore and video game violence, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, cum eating, public sex, a little brat tame-y tbh

part 1. part 2.

“shit!”

gojo cursed to himself, having once again been eaten by zombies.

“ugh, screw this. i’m gonna go get a snack,“ he announced and threw down his controller as he stood up to leave.

gojo and geto’s relationship had aged far past formalities. the white-haired boy practically lived at his friend's house, especially after class. at this point, he maneuvered through geto’s parent’s house as if it were his own.

“y’all got anything good in here?” he asked, turning to his best friend who was still very much entranced in the game.

geto’s controller clacked around violently and the bright lights flashed in his narrow eyes reflecting all the guts, blood, and murder that was taking place on screen. gut-wrenching screams and gunshots filled his bedroom, defiling the quiet of the otherwise peaceful afternoon. there was no telling who’s side he was on anymore. the zombies or the humans?

“yeah, i think my mom just bought some fruit and stuff,” he said finally, eyes still fixed on the screen. “there should be some grapes in there.”

“grapes??” gojo scoffed with disgust on his tongue at the mere thought of anything other than processed sugars and cakes being offered to him as a snack. no candy? no sodas?? but grapes??

he grabbed the door knob, pausing before opening it. “next i come in here, there better be some good shit.”

“then bring your own snacks, you heathen,” geto spat back, face contorting into weird expressions as he concentrated on the game.

exiting the door, gojo flipped off his best friend, not that he would’ve seen it away. he then shut the door behind him just in time to mute the litany of swears spewing from geto’s lips. whomever’s side he was on, he was definitely losing.

on his way down the stairs, gojo couldn’t help but smirk at your door on the other side of the hall, decorated with pink stickers, posters, and get out signs to deter intruders, more cute than foreboding.

he wondered what was going on the other side of that door. what were you wearing? hopefully those short shorts that you loved so much. the ones that your ass hung out of? you were always so sexy when you so fortunately strutted around the house in those whenever he was around. almost as if you did it just for him…

it’s a shitty thing, isn’t it? wanting to fuck your best friend’s older sister? but gojo had his eyes on you, and once he locked his eyes on a target, it was almost a certain victory.

you had a nice little thing going. he’d make some smartass comment and you’d yell at him or roll your eyes. it didn’t matter your reaction, as long as he had your attention. if he stayed under your skin long enough, he was sure he was that much closer to getting under your panties.

a few minutes later, he came back up the stairs, grapes in hand, as well as a couple other miscellaneous fruits he found. approaching your door, he couldn’t miss today’s opportunity to raise your blood pressure, so he decided to make a quick detour before heading back to geto’s room.

“my brother and his friend are here. they’re so loud,” you complained to your best friend over the phone, sprawled out over your bed which was donned with fluffy pink pillows and plushies.

“yeah, the one with the eyes,” you confirmed, now turning into your stomach and kicking your feet in the air, “why are they like that?”

“not the miley cyrus meme, oh my fucking god,” you cackled at your friends joke.

gojo stood there by your door listening in on your conversation.

‘oh, so you think about me?’ he thought to himself, raising his eyebrows in amusement, ignoring the petty insults. what was there to be upset about? at this rate, you were practically his already.

“he’s hot, though. i’m not even gonna lie,” you confessed towards the decrescendo of your laughter.

‘got ‘em,’ he smirked to himself.

“but he’s such a smartass. the only productive thing a guy can do with his mouth is eat pus-“

knock, knock

you groaned sitting up in your bed and excused yourself from your call for a moment. doesn’t anyone read the signs??

“what?” you spat, voice dripping with venom.

“hey,” gojo announced himself, opening the door and taking his place leaning cooly against the frame. his legs were crossed at the ankles drinking in the sight of your body. you and those fucking shorts…

irritation was beginning to simmer your blood at the mere sight of gojo satoru. must he always ruin your evenings with his presence?? one may fear your eyes may get stuck by how hard you rolled them.

”ugh, suguru’s room is the other way, loser,” you sneered.

‘and a tank top too? aw, now you’re just teasing me,’ he thought, leering at the way your perky tits sat up in your tank top, pert nipples printing through your shirt. and were those nipple rings? such a naughty girl…

“i got some snacks. you want any?” he offered, holding up the fruit in his hands.

“what? no. get out of my room, satoru. i’m on the phone,” you scoffed.

‘you’re so cute when you’re angry’

“are you sure?” he baited, his voice song-like. “i heard they’re pretty good this time of year…”

you glared back at him with narrow eyes as his azure ones sparkled at you.

letting out an exasperated sigh, promising your friend you'd call back, you conceded to the nuisance hoping that if you’d entertained him he’d go away.

“if it’ll get you out of my room then fine,” you groaned, crawling over to the edge of your bed.

gojo tossed you a peach, setting down the bag of grapes on your dresser and leaving his post in the open doorway to walk closer to you. you caught the fruit and sunk your teeth into the fuzzy skin while your tongue lapped up the sweet flesh and juices that gushed from it.

he watched you with a lecherous glare, tongue dragging along his top lip that quirked into a grin.

“now, what are you gonna eat?” you asked, with a mouth full of peach.

“don’t worry about me. i’ve got a taste for something else,” he said, eyes fixed on your lips. he then raised a hand to wipe the juice running down your chin, before popping his fingers into his mouth.

you stared back at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape. what was he doing??? and why were you enjoying it???

before you could utter a word gojo chimed in.

“what was that you were saying about being more productive with my mouth?” he baited, now slinking between your legs on the floor. he rested his hands on either sides of your hips slowly caressing the flesh of your thighs and ass.

the mix of emotions were dizzying; your heart was banging against your rib cage flooding a rush of chemicals throughout your body; your head was spinning, unable to grasp the sudden turn of events, but was it from anxiety or arousal?

“satoru, w-what are you doing??” you stammered, trying to take control of the situation, but the desperation in your voice was more than evident.

“what do you want me to do?” he asked. his voice low and drenched in lust as he peppered kisses along your plush inner thighs pulling tiny gasps from you.

with each teasing kiss, your resolve withered away, hips beginning to buck up on their own accord chasing his lips that seemed to move everywhere besides where you wanted them most.

“ah ah, use your words,” he admonished, pulling away from your core. he was enjoying the shift in power, a smug grin permanently plastered on his lips. gojo had been playing the long game and he knew it was only a matter of time, before you’d be melting under his touch.

“satoru- hmmp, please…” you begged, your voice diminishing into a pathetic whimper, all boldness dissipating under the lust that was slowly taking over your body.

“oh she’s sour and she’s sweet?” he teased, through a chuckle, “wanna see if you taste the same…”

gojo then hooked his fingers under the band of your shorts pulling them down along with your underwear in one fell swoop.

“s-satoru, you idiot, the door!” you barked in a loud whisper, fighting back moans as he ran a curious finger through your folds, playing in your slick.

“what about it?” he dismissed, as if it were no more trivial than what color socks he was wearing. he then ran his tongue through your slit, before dipping into your dripping cunt and moaning at the taste of you. no summer fruit could compare to the sweet nectar that dripped from your hole, and all for him…

“c-close it,” you begged, “what if suguru sees?”

“then you’ll just have to shut up, won’t you?” he said matter-of-factly, coming up for air and then disappearing between your thighs again.

gojo latched is soft lips around your puffy clit, gently suckling on it in a way that knocked the breath out of your lungs. your hand snapping to grasp at white strands as you grinded against his face begging for more.

your eyes never left the door though, constantly watching for any sign of movement, anxiety twisting your guts at the thought of your brother finding you getting tongued down by his best friend. but somewhere along the lines, the anxiety melted into the lust and the depravity of it all only spurred you on more.

gojo continued to lap at your cunt, massaging his tongue against your clit with firm and long strokes that had your eyes rolling back into your head. you had to bite the back of your own hand to keep from screaming.

you could no longer hold up your own weight at this point, feeling your limbs begin to turn to jelly. you laid back to prop yourself on your elbow while your other hand continued to tangle in his hair.

‘fuck he’s good at this. why is he so good at this?’ you thought to yourself, feeling warmth begin to pool in your abdomen.

as if he could read your thoughts, gojo’s eyes met yours flashing you a wink before they fluttered closed again, losing himself in your taste.

across the hall, you heard geto cursing loudly at his game, reminding you of the danger that threatened to ruin your fun at any moment.

“satoru, hurry up!” you whispered, bucking up into his face for him to wrap things up. this was no time for savoring the moment.

gojo paid you no mind, keeping his leisurely pace as he made out with your clit.

“satoru, please-ah!” you yelped feeling two long fingers plunge through your walls, so effortlessly splitting you open.

he had finally gotten you under his thumb and now you were gonna rush him? he supposed you were right. this was only the beginning and he’d never get the chance to fuck you if his best friend were to find out.

he began to piston his fingers in and out of you quickly and sucking your clit further into his mouth drawing wet circles wildly over the sensitive bud. the obscene sounds of your wet pussy fill the room.

you couldn’t care less at his point, holding back a silent screaming feeling his knuckles rub against your walls. all you could do was whimper and moan under him feeling the coil in your belly tighten, so so close to snapping.

as the pads of his fingers graze your g-spot, stimulating it again and again your body seized, catapulting you into ecstasy.

you come down hard, body trembling uncontrollably under gojo’s hands as he slurps up your juices as they gush from your hole, loud enough that you’re sure you may be heard.

with whatever strength you have left in your body, you smack at his head, snapping at him to shut up.

gojo pulled away from you with a chuckle, swatting your hands away from him. he sat back on his ass, chin glistening in a mix of your juices and his saliva when he wiped his chin with the back of his hands. admiring his glistening fingers, now pruned from being in your wet heat, he popped them into his mouth with a delighted hum making eye contact with you in your disheveled state.

“gochisousama!” he chimed, pressing his hands together.

“god, you’re so annoying!” you huffed, chest still heaving from your high.

“you know, you’re a lot nicer when you’re begging me to eat you out,” he said, as he brought himself to stand.

it was as if a switch flipped in your brain that your eye began to twitch with anger.

“GET OUT!” you screamed, assaulting him with a barrage of pillows and plushies, throwing him out of your room.

you threw yourself back on your bed with a hard thump and smothered your face into a nearby pillow to muffle your screams. you wished you could smother yourself to death. it was a far better fate than dying of embarrassment.

gojo closed the door with a soft click, grapes in hand as well as another little souvenir. with a smile on his face, he gazed at the your pretty pink thong before stuffing them into his pocket as he made his way across the hall.

twisting the knob, he entered geto’s room who was still too engulfed in his game to notice his presence. there was no way he could’ve heard his visit with his sister.

gojo threw the bag of grapes onto geto’s lap, taking his seat in the gaming chair next to him.

“what took you so long?” geto asked, pausing the game and setting down his controller.

“ran into your sister,” gojo responded with a smirk, propping his feet up on the small table.

geto looked back at him, a little sceptical, before deciding to move on.

“you want some?” he offered, digging his hand into the bag of grapes and popping a few in his mouth.

“nah,” gojo declined, “i ate something on the way here.”

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tags: @mr-bombastic @r-oronoa @chososrightpigtails @h-shibas @cottoncandy-girl @smoleeveewrites

[cienfleurx]

𝐖𝐄'𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? ᵇᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿ ᵛᵉʳ

✑ CHARACTERS: sano manjiro. sanzu haruchiyo. ran haitani. 

✑ HEADCANON: them when the fake relationship between the both of you ended.

✑ GENRE: slight angst. senior au.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. hurt / no comfort. bad bitch y/n. vaguely proofread. dissatisfied ending, tbh.

✑ SYNOPSIS: sanzu haruchiyo should be dying out of happiness right now, so why was his heart aching in betrayal at the sight of your figure trading cigarettes with someone who wasn’t him?

SANZU HARUCHIYO

Sanzu Haruchiyo is someone who is always out of his mind. That’s it. That is how you describe your very own friend, who is currently exchanging cigarettes with you at the abandoned class at the college department. His diamond scarred-lips blew open as smoke billowed around him, his emerald eyes darting at you once you put your palm in front of him, extending for the smoking pot you had uncovered upon witnessing his distressed demeanor earlier.

“I have a better proposal, Haruchiyo.” you stated, running your fingers along your locks. “Instead of hurting and stressing yourself over a damn bitch, how about date me? Like, for real. No pretend.” you dared in confidence, observing how the rosette’s orbs widen a bit before chuckling like an insincere fool.

“We’re already dating, you dumbass.”

You rolled your eyes from the way he avoided what you truly meant. Over the course of years of knowing the rosette, there was one thing the you have taken note of him amidst this fake relationship thingy you both have. Sanzu Haruchiyo is aware of your feelings for him, yet disregards it for the reason that he wants to keep things cool between the two of you. Just a chill friend slash pretend girlfriend, there for him in his crestfallen times, but never one to consider your feelings when you are hurting your own self too because of him. 

He was a blatant asshole in your opinion. An asshole that you had found yourself somewhat falling in the process of being in this artificial relationship with him. Unfortunately for you, he only had his heart on the sweetest woman of your batch, Aoi; someone who is exactly the opposite of your rough characteristics as a woman, and someone who is considerably, much better than you in all aspects.  Brains. Looks. Attitude. Confidence. Good girl vibe. She had it all. Got it good and easy.

A sweet girl who can tame the mad man himself. Very trope ideal, indeed. 

“You knew very well what I meant, Haruchiyo.” you sighed, turning back to throw the blunt, which he barely caught on time.

Fuck it, fuck him. You were tired. You knew that this whole pretend-relationship was bad from the start, but you did not know that it was this bad. It always had you on the edge; on the process of insecurities kicking in because of your oftentimes comparison with the sweetest girl he wanted. You did not realize it was this difficult to fake the whole thing with him until you were already making a fool of yourself by becoming a tool to Haruchiyo in order to reclaim the love of his life. For the love of God, your affection to him was genuine, but your relationship with him is fake? Screw it. When there isn't an empty slot to even consider, where do you put your love on?

“[Name].” he stated, tone stern from the way your back was now turned against his.

“It’s either this or that, Sanzu.” the rosette blinked, his austere facade faltering and his fingers nearly crushing the blunt into pieces. His so-called last name. It rolled past your lips and strangely, it made his heart squeeze in discomfort. “Simple thing. You either lose me or her. Though, I’m pretty sure you were never going to pick me, so I’m already calling this shitty deal between us off in advance and go on with my way.”

“You don’t mean that.” he pressed, jaw clenching.

You brushed him off with your right hand, pocketing the other one in your skirt. 

“I do, you asshole.” shit has been too much for you, and he still thinks everything you've done has been a tongue in cheek comment? Sanzu Haruchiyo must have been too high of not only his wits, but himself too. “That blunt was our last; never call me again if you still have the slightest respect for me.”

Sanzu watched your figure left his vision, having this one single thought that you did not really mean those words thrown at him. For god’s sake, you love him. You don’t meant that. His lips heaved a long drag of smoke, trying to ease his troubling heart. Right, tomorrow, just like what often happens, you will come around. Like how you usually do, you will go back to him. You will return to his side. He does not have to be so tense. This has happened a lot of times before. It was merely one of your episodes where you cut ties with him and then come back tomorrow as if nothing happened. Right, that must have been it. After all, when it comes to liking someone, you cannot really resist them in any kind of way, right? 

“Holy shit, seems like someone’s ignoring you.” Ran whistled, lips twisting upwards upon seeing your figure brush off the rosette’s existence. It was just another day, another hellish morning at school when Sanzu Haruchiyo and the Haitani brothers fall back at the lockers to wait up for their own respective girls. Much to their surprise though, you, who was always first to arrive since you do not wanna mess with a certain Princess Poppy-wannabe of their circle, simply walked past him, completely detaching yourself from any usual greetings you would welcome him.

Rindou followed along his brother, attempting to piss off the rosette.

“Things between you already over?”

“No,” Sanzu instantly answered, though he cannot deny how much your actions had taken him back. Brows furrowed, he portrayed his confusion over this matter. “We’re still together.” 

“Ah, really.” Ran nodded, though still in doubt. “Wonder if you would still say that when that woman approaches you?”

Sanzu glanced up to see the Haitani brothers looking at a certain someone at the hallway. Aoi. She was beaming her angelic cerise smile, a feature of hers that never fails to stun the rosette even from before. Frequently, he would feel his heart skip a beat upon sensing her joy. Upon feeling her presence so close to him, much like what is currently happening, Sanzu would constantly feel his brain malfunction for a moment, while he spouts incoherent words, seemingly unable to comprehend anything at all from how god-sent she looks.

However, right now, despite the words that passed through her lips about how she wanted him back, how she longed to feel his arms again, and how she craved his love again, Sanzu could still not make the most of it to feel the emotions that he had felt to her before. The heart-skipping moment that always seems to leap out of its ribcage, the brain dysfunctionality, and the wavering words; he could not exactly feel all of it in this moment.

Sanzu Haruchiyo was confused. He had no idea why this was happening to him all of a sudden. Why his heart felt empty even though he had yearned for this day to come. Like come on, it should be obvious that he should be satisfied with this result. He should be jumping and hugging her out of joy; tears brimming his lids for having this chance to be with the woman he loved again.

Sanzu Haruchiyo should be dying out of happiness right now, so why was his heart aching in betrayal at the sight of your figure trading cigarettes with someone who wasn’t him? Why was he so desperate of getting in contact with you, when the woman he had wanted all these years, is already standing in front of him and begging for him to take her back?

Shouldn’t he be focusing on her rather than bothering you?

After all, Aoi was the girl he loved. 

The one he wanted back. 

Not you, unless he had his feelings wrong all this time.

FINISHED: sano manjiro. sanzu haruchiyo. ran haitani. 

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing viii.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 1, 964

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

“I can’t believe this!” Jeonghan puffs while he drops his belongings loudly onto the table in the study lounge, causing a few other students to turn and glare.

“Would it kill you to be quiet?” Jungkook grumbles, picking at the edge of the paper of his textbook, eyes never straying away from the content of the page.

“No. I will not be quiet because I thought football bros were bros for life!” Jeonghan whines.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You know that’s kind of concerning when you put it that way.”

Jeonghan simply waves the other boy off before he leans forward as if he has something important he has to say. Jungkook knew him well enough to know that it would either waste Jungkook’s precious study time or be something so out of the ordinary that he can’t help but be intrigued.

Jungkook shrugged and takes the chance, anyway.

“Namjoon bailed.” He deadpans. “Again!”

Jungkook stiffens ever so slightly but feigns disinterest with a noncommittal hum.

“Really.”

Jeonghan nods his head, or shook his head—it was hard to tell because he was all over the place and he seemed more displeased than anything.

“I never thought we’d lose our own captain to a girl.” He sniffs.

Jungkook sighs, already done with the conversation because somehow no one can ever mention Namjoon without mentioning you now, apparently because the two of you were hanging out much more frequently. He’s bitter. And he’s confused—because he’s attempted patching things up with you but you only would ever reply to him with curt responses than the enthusiastic ones you used to flatter him with.

JK: hey. there’s a new cafe outside of campus. U wanna go?

Smarty Pants 🐰: Im busy. Next time? :)

JK: are u free tonight?

JK: im heading to the library later. wanna meet up for some ramen first? On me!!!

Smarty Pants 🐰: sorry jungkook, meeting w administrators for pastoral care matters

Smarty Pants 🐰: Do you need help with the content?

JK: oh… it’s fine, just wanted to hang out with you. We haven’t done that in a while

JK: jimin said u finally have some free time next week? Let’s catch up! i’ll treat u to some banana bread :D

Smarty Pants 🐰: i have plans with joon. which day were you thinking?

JK: Anytime. When are you meeting hyung?

Smarty Pants 🐰: we kind of have plans every day, here and there. could I get back to you?

And that was it. The blow that Jungkook knew he deserved but couldn’t deal with. You had tried your best to avoid any personal interaction with Jungkook and he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

“They’re kind of perfect for each other, don’t you think?” Jeonghan interrupts Jungkook’s sour mood when he recalls all his failed attempts at trying to meet with you personally.

Jungkook blinks then furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who?”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Joon and your friend _____.” He knocks on the table. “Bunch of nerds together.” He adds with a snicker.

Jungkook stiffens, hands clutching his textbook tighter.

“You say that like there’s something wrong with being a nerd.” He says slowly.

“There isn’t. Really.” Jeonghan defends. “It’s just so … fitting. Captain of the football team who’s lowkey a softie and an art nerd with the overachiever on campus. Their IQ’s combined are probably in the 300 range.”

Jungkook scowls.

“Haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘opposites attract’?” Jungkook asks sourly.

Jeonghan scoffs. “Yeah. Like you actually believe in that cliche phrase. Come on—we all know you’re likely to end up with someone who’s more like you than different.”

The insinuation doesn’t sit well with Jungkook, but he can’t chew Jeonghan out for it anyway. He didn’t know the nature of your friendship with him, nor was he aware of the history the two of you shared.

“Never say never.” Jungkook shrugs.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes before taking out his laptop and settling into a comfortable position.

“I think he’s going to ask her to be his girlfriend soon.” He says off-handedly as if he assumed Jungkook gave a shit.

He did, and his heart drops to his stomach.

“Hey,” Jungkook calls out when he spots you slip past him at the foyer outside the humanities building.

You twirl around at the sound of your name being called, and your eyes widen when you spot Jungkook walking towards you with furrowed brows.

“J-Jungkook?”

Why you sounded so scared to see him, he wasn’t sure. But he knows that he’s frustrated because it’s the first time he’s seen you after the game where you and Namjoon left to hang out at the exhibition, despite his desperate attempts at calling you out to hang out with him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Jungkook frowns, cutting straight to the chase.

You splutter for a response, and you realise that you’re basically gaping at him when you clutch your folders tighter to your chest.

“I’ve been busy, Jungkook. I told you this.” You softly remind him.

Jungkook scoffs, and he feels his mean bone grow; feeling the need to correct you because you were smart—and both of you knew that your excuse was lame.

“Really?” He says dryly. “Too busy to hang out with me but not with Namjoon?” He can’t help how bitter he sounds, especially when he’s heard from the rest of the football members; including Jimin and Taehyung that you were spending a suspicious amount of time with the captain.

You furrow your brows at him when Jungkook stares you down, waiting for a response.

“That doesn’t change the fact I was busy.” You huff.

Jungkook frowns at you, clutching his backpack tighter with his hand as he notices the way you avoid his eyes by dropping them to the ground.

“Why are you being like this?” Jungkook accuses, tone already on the offensive.

You gape up at the boy, brows scrunched in displeasure.

“Me? I’m not being anything. I told you that I was busy and we would rain check, didn’t I?”

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek, frustration pooling in his stomach. “Somehow you’re only busy whenever I want to hang out, right?” He scoffs sarcastically. “I thought we were good.”

You stiffen, knuckles turning white when you grip your belongings harder.

“We are.” You say curtly.

“No, we’re not.” Jungkook retorts. “If we were then you wouldn’t need to find shitty excuses to get out of hanging out with me.”

You open your mouth, then close it. You feel yourself grow more exasperated with Jungkook the more he can’t realise the fact that you were still finding a way to navigate the throes of your relationship with him.

“They were not shitty excuses.” You snap. “Listen, we can meet tomorrow for coffee if you really—”

“That’s not what this is about!” Jungkook exasperates, breathing out in a huff.

You purse your lips. “Then what is it, Jungkook? You came up to me and started accusing me of lying to you because I couldn’t meet up at the times you proposed.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw when he notices the way your voice gets increasingly sterner when you talk to him. It only reminds him of the way you used to chastise him when he was younger when he’d do something that was ‘immature’ but standard for a teenaged boy.

“I apologised!” He cries. “I’m sorry I was a dick before this but I’m really trying to fix things between us but you’re—”

“I’m what, Jungkook?” You interject with a frown. “I’m doing my best at healing?” You add softly. “An apology won’t erase what happened.”

Jungkook feels himself deflate, especially at the way your eyes dart away when he attempts to look into them.

“I know it won’t but I just want things to go back to normal.” He sighs.

You screw your eyes shut, finding the words to say before you look at him with such sad eyes that he nearly pulls you close just to comfort you so that he wouldn’t have to acknowledge the fact that it was his fault.

“It’s not that easy.” You whisper, gripping at the hem of your sleeves. “It may be for you but it’s not the same for me.”

Jungkook releases a sigh so loud that your eyes widen, as he attempts to think of something better to say—to offer.

“I really am sorry.” He lamely apologises, his voice sounding a lot like a scolded child.

“I know.” You nod. “But you don’t know how it feels to have …” You swallow. “Whatever. We’re good. I just need time, Jungkook.”

Jungkook furrows his brows when you turn away to stalk off, but he grabs at your elbow to turn your body to face him. Your eyes briefly make contact with the way he’s gently holding onto you before they tilt up to meet his confused gaze.

“How it feels to have what?” He pries.

You sigh, shaking off his grip. “Look. It doesn’t matter. I’m being sensitive.” You deprecate immediately.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the spite in your tone, especially when you say it so firmly and seriously when you dismiss him.

“I want to fix this—us.” He pleads desperately. “Why can’t you just be honest with me?”

As if his words set you off, your eyes snap up and blaze with the pent up fury and anger you’ve been suppressing the entire time.

“Me? Be honest with you?” You scoff. “Real fucking funny. Because when I was honest with you, you turned it on me and took advantage of my vulnerability.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “What—?”

“You want honest?” You fume. “Fine. I’ll give you honest but you better listen closely this time because I won’t be repeating myself again.” You poke into his chest, even if it’s fierce and stern, he feels the heartache pouring through. “You were my best friend, Jungkook. You were and are someone important to me and you fucked me over because you knew I couldn’t say no to you. You knew how I felt and you took advantage of that fact just so you could get what you wanted and go.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, confused at the information you were throwing at him.

“How you felt—?”

You cut him off again with a huff. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know. Why else did you think I did all the shit you wanted?”

“I-I don’t understand.” Jungkook stutters, head caught in a loop when you glare at him harder.

“You knew every bit of insecurity that I had and you weaponised that against me just so you could keep me close.” You say softly. “You knew, either way, I would’ve stayed because I’ve always been there, Jungkook.”

“You’re confusing me.” He deadpans, grabbing onto your shoulders so you were forced to stare at him.

He notices the glistening of your eyes as he feels his heart constrict when he realises you’re trying your best to keep your tears at bay.

“Well, you did it first so it’s only fair.” You sniffle. “You can act like shits fine because you weren’t the one who was attached. I was. So just let me have this time to myself to figure things out because I can’t even be around you without being sad, Jungkook.” You whimper.

He calls for your name but you're already furiously rubbing at your eyes as you curse under your breath as you spin on your heels to hurry away.

Jungkook gapes at you as he attempts to process what you just said, but before he can get another word in—you're leaving him to feel the weight of your words in the footsteps that draw further and further away.

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also sorry i keep talking but like. red k clark thoughts. i think he is the funniest clark ever

NO DON'T BE SORRY PLEASE KEEP TALKING you're my favorite person on this entire site rn I'm having the time of my life.

Oh my GOD that episode was so good like Clark spends all his life being a good obedient simple farm boy and the one time he decides to treat himself and splurge a lil bit of his hard-earned money on an overpriced ring, the one time he gets himself a lil treat. The ONE TIME. This is why you should listen to your parents Clark.

And just. In other media red kryptonite has various effects, like it can temporarily take away powers or give new ones or whatever, but what does it do here? TEENAGE REBELLION RAY. Iconic tbh. Martha and Jon just absolutely clueless like "is this normal?? Idfk i mean i GUESS" and like. Yeah what are they supposed to do?? It's Clark's house they're just living in it.

I just wish we had more interaction with Lex bc just. He went out with Lana and she was just NOT having his bs (good for her) but then when Clark jumped to running away and went over to Lex, the way Lex just went STRAIGHT to acceptance about the whole thing bc. yea the rebellions phase. Been there done that. And then SUGGESTS RUNNING AWAY TOGETHER?? HELLO??? I know he didn't mean it but PLEASE. CLARK WAS SO DOWN FOR IT TOO he straight up punches his dad (rude) but Lex wants to quit this town and move in together in the big city? FUCK YEAH SIGN ME UP. I'M OBSESSED. Yeah Lex only said that to get him to wait there but I really just want a spinoff series where Lex is like "actually he got a point screw this shithole" and they just go off on a bro trip and Lex teaches Clark the true art of teenage rebellion. Clark no longer cares about keeping his secret anymore either (unfortunately he still has chronic vagueing disease) but at some point imagine they're like at a club at 3am and drunk as fuck (or like, Lex is drunk and Clark just high on ring) and Clark just goes "hey Lex check this out lmao" and just fucking deadlifts an entire car. As a party trick

All the while Clark's parents have by now figured out what's going on via Chloe and are sitting in their shitty old truck going high speed all the way to Metropolis to chase down their stupid alien son and make him take the ring off before he outs himself.

Honestly it was almost painful to watch but in the funniest way possible. I just wanted to reach through the screen and strangle him (but tbh that's normal reactions to Clark at all times) I also wish there was more of this. And he should have been allowed to keep all the shit he bought idk his best friend is rich he could just ask nicely Lex wouldn't even hesitate. I wouldn't say Clark deserves it but I just think it'd be funny.

[shadowinthedarkknight]

Dating Shinso

Masterlist

he makes me weak lemme tell ya

OKAY look at his hands 😭

lawd i could talk about him all day 

he’d be nervous, but able to hype himself up

also seems like the type to have to know you for a bit as friends to be interested in you

so lets say you’re in 1A and you are really good at with the training/working out so Aizawa recruits you to teach him the ropes WHEN HE FINALLY GETS IN 1A GODDAMIT

so here we are

side note: Aizawa knows everything; wasn’t to keen on it at first but made Shinso a bit more confident overall knowing he had you in his corner, so Aizawa is cool with it (just dont fuck it up)

he was avoided in his childhood because of his quirk so touch isn’t something that he’s used to but he wants to at least try for you

so they’re light and with time he gets more confident that you’re not gonna drop him like a ton of bricks

hands on your waist/shoulder when he walks up to you

hold your hand(s) whenever he can tbh

loves having you in his lap just sitting there or curled up on him

many times have you just been sitting in his lap kissing the life outta him and you both just fall asleep

what you don’t know is that’s how Aizawa found out, he went to check on how Shinso was adjusting to the new dorm room/room mates and just went “huh....okay” and left quietly

FUTHERMORE at some point in the relationship he just cannot sleep without you

its a real problem

big spoon like 55% of the time

cos lets be honest here people, he has so shitty days and wants some love so he small spoons every now and then

facing each other is great too; legs all tangled and shit

and you’re just so warm

kisses are immaculate

has no experience what so ever but just like knows what he’s doing 

soft cos he’s tired a lot but when he’s relatively conscious they’re a bit rougher

he’s awake and wants to take advantage of that 

soft sleepy kisses !!!!

sleepy and slow make outs that leave DEEP hickeys good luck

NAP

DATES

i cannot stress this enough

probs where his inability to sleep without you stemmed from

just curl up in each others arms, maybe talk a bit

one of you starts dozing off and the other decides to join

i can’t tell you how many times people have went looking for you only to find the two of you curled up sleeping

“every goddamn time; no matter who’s dorm THEY”RE ALWAYS SLEEPING”

but you do make a point to only let these happen in the noon time for only a handful of hours so your sleep schedules aren’t to screwed up

he does however like the occasional outdoor date

walk in the park

cat café

and please for the love of god tell him you don’t think he’s a villain, he’ll get so scared sometimes for just no reason

just love him and show him he’s worth it please

a/n: my OC has an animal shapeshift quirk and the smaller the animal the longer she lasts in that form so i just picture her in cat form napping on his chest while he sleeps too and i get soooooo soft and fuzzy inside

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[ryuichirou]

Can you make your top 10 aot characters that have a good development? Like Eren and Reiner are considered to be the best characters as 'characters' themselves

Anon… dear Anon, you’ve been waiting for like a month I think, I’m so sorry. I took this ask waaay too seriously lol, but yeah, I can’t postpone it for any longer…

I know you asked for top 10, and this is a numbered list, but I wouldn’t call it a proper ranking, so the place doesn’t really matter all that much. Otherwise this list would’ve taken even longer, I’m very serious about lists, it seems lol

Before I start I want to mention (just in case): I feel like “character development” isn’t always about becoming better at something. Sometimes you can become “worse”; sometimes you can get “better” and then fall back to your old ways. It’s just how the character changes, and the trajectory of that change can be very different for different characters.

1. Eren. I can talk about Eren for hours and hours, and I have talked about him a lot, so I’ll try to be quick this time.

Eren’s journey is very interesting and enjoyable to read. He’s such an unusual main character. So aggressive at first, unlikable to some (not to us lol we adored him since day one), loud and stubborn. But it’s super cool to watch this hurricane of a person, especially as he gets calmer, starts controlling his emotions little by little, learns more stuff and understands the situation around him better.

I think I’ll talk about how perspective and knowing a bigger picture change the way character acts a lot in this post, but Eren is an ultimate example of this. He got every single thing: past, present, future, drilled in his head at one fucking moment. He didn’t get a bigger picture, he got the biggest 5d picture with special effects. And he had no one to share that with: he had to deal with it himself, knowing that he himself is the reason for everything that’s happening. It makes my head hurt to even think about that lol It’s cool and unnerving to watch Eren, who’s used to be such a fireball of a character, to just get… quiet and apathetic. We don’t know what he’s thinking about, we don’t know what’s going on anymore, even though his emotions were always the most obvious thing about him. It’s almost scary.

And the interesting thing about it is that nothing really changed about his feelings, at least I think so. Ultimately, the only thing he wanted is for his friends to be happy and live long lives, and who knows, maybe he saw that the “freedom” he was initially seeking for himself doesn’t really exist. This is up to debate and definitely not for this post though lol

2. Reiner. Ohh Reiner. He was one of the characters who wasn’t all that interesting to me personally at first, but as he got more and more complex and emotional, I fell in love with him more and more. This isn’t a numbered list, but he is definitely one of the best written characters. And what’s cool about him is that we see the reason for him being the way he is throughout the story: why he wanted to become a hero, why his mental state got so bad, why he was conflicted, why he got so depressed and why he was able to take responsibility for his actions. I love it when the story breaks its characters, and Reiner is certainly one of the most broken ones. His lower point (when he almost killed himself + cried and asked Eren to kill him) was very beautiful and painful to read, because we know why he feels that way and we know how smug and brave he was at the very beginning of the show/manga. And we know that it was all a lie, which makes everything even tastier.

And as much as I love broken characters, I’m kind of glad Reiner found strength to continue fighting and to take responsibility for his actions (to some degree, at least). Not only he saw a bigger picture, he actually learned how to live with it. I’m so happy they discussed the Marco incident with Jean, and that after Annie told that it was her who took his gear, Reiner stood up and said that Annie was following his orders. He also apologized to Annie for everything he did to her and Bert.

Basically, Reiner went from wanting to be a hero to acting like a hero, then to being an actual hero to Marley and feeling like shit anyways, then to just being a human being, something like that. And that scene with his mom hugging him and being happy for him being alive is actually a very sweet and satisfying moment. Especially considering how much Reiner wanted to die lol

3. Zeke. I’ve talked about it in one of the replies about ch137, but I love how Zeke went from “I shouldn’t have been born” to “maybe small moments of happiness make everything worth it” at the very end of his life (what a cruel irony to realise that just before you die). Not only the character develops and changes, our view of him changes as well: I think Zeke was universally hated when he first appeared, but then he became more fun (dude’s too charismatic), and then he became sympathetic and vulnerable. All of this was always inside Zeke, but it was hidden since Zeke is a lying snake. See, Zeke is smart, but he’s super sure that his views are the only valid ones and that his idea of freeing Eldians is the only solution. His views are surprisingly black and white: I suffered, Eren suffered and our dad is bad. And no one challenged his beliefs until they walk through Grisha’s memories with Eren in ch120-121, and then he realized that Eren didn’t suffer at all and their dad is actually just a person who really regretted being a horrible father to his first son. I love that he got some closure with Grisha because he held that grudge for his entire life.

4. Grisha. He has a rollercoaster ride of a development lol: at first he was an innocent boy, then he became an angry boy, and then he kind of calmed his anger down for some time? But after learning what actually happened to Faye, his emotional wounds got open and all that rage blinded him again. And then, after being outed by Zeke, he lost everything, but had a harsh realization that by being driven by his anger only, he completely forgot not to be a shitty dad. He basically had a second chance in life, with a much better perspective about what’s going on, but now he has his younger son’s ghost haunting him and telling him to do thing he never thought he’d do. At different points of the story Grisha feels both like a mastermind behind things and like a pawn who doesn’t have a choice even if he just wants to live a peaceful and happy life with his wife and kids. The irony of him killing a bunch innocent kids when this whole story started because he got his little sister killed? Delicious. Oh, and I really love the fact that he realised that he screwed up as dad and apologized to Zeke. He loved his kids a lot: Zeke, Eren and Mikasa too (he called her his daughter after all).

5. Erwin. Way more interesting than people give him credit for. He’s mostly adored for being a badass, but he also has his own flaws that he had to deal with. He’s like a moth that’s drawn to the light, but right after burning himself and dying he kind of did “the right thing” that he had to do as a commander. Now, for me it isn’t really about Erwin ending up doing “the right thing” to be honest: we would probably adored him is he ditched everyone and ran to the basement because his selfish desires ended up being more important to him. But that scene where he confessed to Levi that he really wanted to find that basement and just told him everything about his capricious and selfish childish desires, talked about how he lied to everyone including Levi basically just to prove his dad’s point… it was beautiful, because it was basically “I have to do it, haven’t I? But I really don’t want to”. His character development is interesting in a sense that at first he was getting gradually more and more psychotic about his dream, doing crazy things even when he knows it might not be the best choice possible (like him risking his life instead of staying behind), but at the very end he stopped to think and… well we know the rest lol

6.  Armin. I remember people saying that Armin is just a narrator-like character who is here to explain thing (I probably thought so too at first), but this is so unfair. It’s easy to make someone like Armin into this trope, and to leave him being a very one-dimensional dreamer who’s smart but naive. And Armin is so much more than that. Throughout the story he has a lot of “I should have been the one who died” moments, and I love that this is such a prominent issue for him, but he still got over it somehow. Armin was kind of lost at the beginning, but found his role. And wow, he had to go through it again after he was chosen instead of Erwin, because the burden on his shoulders just got 100 kg heavier lol He also got less naïve and more cunning with time and got much better at emotional manipulation, I think. While preferring a dialogue over violence, Armin still isn’t pure, and he acknowledges that constantly, especially after his first kill, and things got even worse since that point, which definitely changed him. But his violence-loathing (kind of…) core is still there.

Armin ended up playing a much bigger role in the story than I thought he would be, I really love it. He has his moments of weakness, but he still pushes forward and takes responsibility and does his best. Oh and let’s pretend that the Annie thing never happened, it doesn’t contribute anything to his character anyway.

7.  Jean. I think Jean is the first character who starts showing character growth, and I believe his development is the reason he was Isayama’s favourite for some time. Tbh, I don’t find Jean annoying even at the very beginning: yeah he’s selfish, but he’s self-aware about it, he’s a realist. And he’s still a realist, but his conscience wouldn’t let him just have an easy life while everyone else’s suffering. I always feel like Jean is a spoiled mamaboy, so it’s great to see him showing that he can put others before himself. He also had an inner conflict similar to Armin’s: is it right to kill innocent people if you have to? Is it ok to kill not-so-innocent people because they’re against you? I really like this theme in SnK just in general.

8.  Gabi. It’s no secret that I adore Gabi lol, and I think her character development is great. She was in her element when we first met her: she was confident, she was doing her best and succeeding, she knew the world around her so well, and then Eren took everything from her. People like to hate Gabi for killing Sasha and for being aggressive on Paradis, but I think it’s great that she didn’t have an overnight change of heart. It’s great that Isayama showed us her shock and her raw emotions, it’s more than natural for a child with her upbringing, even if it’s messed up. But I love it when stories take characters that are great at what they do, and they take them out of their element, to show them at their worst: lost, angry, broken and confused. I love that she understood everything herself and not because Falco told her “hey they’re people too” that one time. She had to go through this hell to figure everything out, and I think it’s great.

9.  Historia. Historia was one of the least interesting characters for me (and for a lot of people, Yams included) at the beginning, and tbh I think it’s brilliant: we never saw anything in her; she was just a waifu material who’s nice to others. It felt fake and boring, well, because it was indeed fake and boring, and to this day I cannot believe that that was the entire point. I love how Ymir made Historia realise that she needs to think for herself, but what’s interesting about all that is that after Ymir left, she almost came back to her old habits. Which is also a development, and a very interesting one. The end of S2 was a high point for her (when she told Ymir that she isn’t scared of anything when they’re together), and then there was a very low point (when Ymir left), and then a high point again (when she remembered Ymir and Frieda and decided to act upon her own desires). She’s one of my faves now because of all that… It’s sad she didn’t have a bigger role post-timeskip, but I still appreciate her story for what it is.

10.  Oh god this is so hard to pick one and this post is already so long… can I just give you a bunch of quick honorable mentions?

Annie (who was a loner that couldn’t really trust anyone but ended up showing her vulnerable and emotional side), Hange (started out enthusiastic and eager to learn more only to meet more pain and disappointment, crumbling under the pressure, but ultimately remembering her amusement with titans), Levi (granted it’s very subtle, but him going through Kenny’s death, Erwin’s death and his promise to him, realization that he’s been killing people all this time and other stuff fascinating and huge leaving a mark on him), Ymir (who got hurt and decided not to trust anyone anymore and to act selfishly, but ended up sacrificing herself anyway lol)…. God, these short description sucks, they can’t describe them properly. Also there are so much of them that I think have good development, and I’m 100% missing someone… but I think I’m done for now. Katsu I’m sorry for making you read all this.

That you for this ask, Anon <3 and sorry again for being so late

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Alright y’all, I was bored and wanted to ignore my hw, so I made a tier list on everyone’s lore and a quick writeup for each placement. Just an fyi this is my opinion and will most likely change as we get more story content, but right now this is where I stand (no arguing please, or at least nothing that’ll result in name calling and such)

But yeah this is something I’ll probably look back on and be like “hmm maybe I was too harsh with my rankings” but rn it’s like 2:30 in the morning so yeah

TW: mention of abuse in Octane’s section

All of it will be under the cut

S Tier

Bloodhound: Maybe I’m biased because I’m a BH main, but imo their lore is the most interesting and nuanced out of everyone’s. From their parents, to their uncle, to Boone, and now their planet, Bloodhound’s backstory, current lore, and character is fantastic and honestly peak writing from Respawn atm.

Wraith: I understand that not everyone loves the “I lost my memory and am now trying to find out who I am” trope, and maybe this is also biased because I’m a complete Wraith simp, but her lore to me is also very unique and well done. The entire Voidwalker cinematic alone is what’s basically putting her in S tier, but I also love how she is the prime definition of “Looks like they can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll” instead of your typical edgy girl that coldly pushes everyone away.

A Tier

Horizon: Interstellar but make it Scottish. She has really nice interactions with Mirage and Wattson, and there’s plenty of potential with where her character can go now that Ash is in the picture.

Gibraltar: While his lore isn’t as flashy like the ones in S tier, I still think it’s really good. For one, it’s consistent, and the stuff with Nik and Michael is very bittersweet. I really like how despite the tragedies in his life, like BH, that only made him more determined to do the right thing. 10/10 he’s got your back bruddahs

Mirage: Respawn’s poster boy, so it’s only natural that he gets a shitload of lore. Fortunately, it’s not shit and actually fleshes him out as a character greatly. I also really like the canon sibling relationship he has with Rampart. Now that his dad may or may not force himself into the picture soon, it’s gonna be more character development for Mirage either way.

Borderline

I’ll explain this tier real quick. Basically they’re between A and B; they have the potential to be great, but they’re being held back by a certain something.

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Bangalore: Pathfinder’s Quest did a really good job fleshing her out, but the love triangle and inconsistent behavior towards Wraith isn’t doing her any favors. It’s a shame, because characters like Anita are really unique and not seen often. I can only hope Respawn realizes that no, love triangles are not the peak writing they think it is.

Loba: Same deal here, that love triangle and her rebounding off Valk is really not doing anything good towards her character. They’re adults, are they not capable of communicating? Like Bangalore, she’s also really unique in the sense that she’s a bisexual woman of color in a video game who is a complete girlboss and inspiration. Respawn stop fucking up your characters please!

B Tier

Revenant: He’s really badass, and his lore is fun, it’s just that the writing is making him look like a complete joke. He gets clowned on every time he’s about to do something cool and it’s honestly kinda sad. If the writing could give him a few kills to his name to actually establish that he’s a threat, I’ll put him up higher.

Octane: If this was fanon Octane, he’d be an automatic S tier. Respawn needs to flesh out his backstory some more, like most of the fanfics do. That one comic where he confronts his dad was 10/10, we just need more of that and actually tackling the effects his father’s abuse had on him. Also the potential history he has with Seer is a good opportunity to explore more of his character, so that’s a good start.

Rampart: Just recently she’s getting lore, and all of it is very good so far. The relationships she has with a lot of the legends are very strong, and the foreshadowing towards Big Sister returning is also a huge plus.

Fuse: The Maggie stuff was honestly really fucking lame (I blame the ingame comics for this), for me what’s really carrying his character rn are the Fusehound interactions. Idrc if it ends up platonic or romantic, all Ik is that there is a lot of potential in fleshing out Fuse as a character either way.

C Tier

Pathfinder: Okay I’m not gonna lie, I have conflicted feelings on Path. He got an entire book to himself dedicated to his own lore, along with a cinematic that gave a visual on what actually happened to his creators, and yet I don’t care for his lore??? Thinking about it, it’s probably because he didn’t really get any character development, he ultimately stayed the same (except that one moment where Revenant screwed with him, but he bounced back literally one chapter later). Also, it honestly looks like his story is over anyway, he just has to find his kid. At least his personality is 10/10 though

Lifeline: Y’all are probably thinking, why is Lifeline here and not Octane + vice versa, isn’t their lore basically the same? It’s because imo Octane has more potential character development atm, and Lifeline doesn’t really have any character interactions that don’t have to do with her childhood friend, so that to me is what’s separating her from Octane. Lol again if this were fanon Lifeline she’d probably be in A tier, borderline S tier.

D Tier

Valkyrie: Literally the first thing that happens to her in the lore is that she gets thrown into a love triangle. I understand that it’s in her character to be flirty and stuff, but a love triangle? Really? Ms. Kairi Imahara deserves sm better than that. Honestly the only reason she’s not in F tier is because I like her personality, along with the Northstar cinematic.

Seer: Tbh, there isn’t a lot we know about Seer. However, what we know about him so far isn’t detrimental and for me the reason he isn’t in F tier. The interactions he has so far have the potential to be explored.

E Tier

Wattson: Man. I wish she wasn’t here, but the fact that almost all her lore involves babysitting two grown men really killed her character for me. Fanon Wattson is a million times more enjoyable to me, Respawn needs to seriously consider giving her independent lore and/or branch out to other characters that aren’t Crypto and Caustic.

Crypto: Same thing, the fact that he’s strictly tied to Wattson and Caustic rn is annoying and stupid. It also doesn’t help that literally nothing about his personal lore has been addressed recently (Mila, clearing his name).

F Tier

Caustic: If he were actually established as a proper villain, he’d be way higher. But no, Respawn wants to play rock paper scissors with this guy; one second he literally wants to gas a city, the next he’s playing nice because “Wattson blackmailed him?” Lol I don’t fucking think so. I’m not saying a redemption arc for Caustic is impossible, it’s just that Respawn did a really shitty job in actually convincing people that he deserves it. And yes, even the whole deal with his mom isn’t doing it for me. Nah fuck this guy sorry y’all, he’d be way better as a villain imo

TLDR: Fanon does it better

[fromparishwithlove]

Nothing But Handprints

[2,663 words, Destiel, mostly canon compliant]

A/N: Hey, hi, it’s midnight and I spent three days writing something and I actually finished it. It’s not that long, maybe 3,000 words but it’s something and I’m kinda proud of that. Ever since Supernatural ended I’ve found myself writing more and more. I’m actually working on a full fic and right now, it’s the most words I’ve ever written for one story, even though it just a shitty first draft. But before I publish that, I wanted to share something smaller, ease my way in so to speak. So this is a lot of Dean Winchester angst and a sort of continuous ‘Oh Shit’ moment in which he processes lots of memories and realises the impact Castiel had on his life, many of which are connected by the significance of the handprint. Ahhh the beloved handprint! Tbh I was kind of inspired by Jensen’s enthusiasm for bringing it back in 15x18 so you can thank him if you like this story. I think I’m going to eventually add this to Ao3 and it may get a sequel but for now, I hope you like it. Or at least don’t hate it.

Cas was gone.

Dean felt the loss as surely as if one of his lungs had been ripped out. Maybe it had. Maybe that’s why it was so fucking hard to breathe. And still he kept dragging in air, each breath a razor blade - Inhale. Exhale - forcing himself to endure the exquisite pain of survival.

Survival, he knew, was its own brand of suffering; barbed with regrets and heavy with the keen sting of memories.

Behind his eyelids bullets ripped through a dusty trenchcoat. A familiar voice admonished him; he was almost out of minutes. The cool press of fingertips brushed against his forehead. The silver streak of an angel blade caught the light. A fist collided with his jaw with a sickening crunch. A huff of involuntary laughter escaped from reluctant lips. Stubble scraped his cheek as he pulled the angel into a hug. Shades of blue crowded his vision - the garish blue of a crappy general store tabard, the endless blue of the morning sky as he wrestled his way out of his own grave, the untamed blue of angel grace, humming with raw energy. And best of all, the solemn blue of that unflinching gaze. There was a discarded cowboy hat on the backseat of the Impala. A game of Sorry pushed across a table and into his hands. A shitty four door saloon the colour of middle-aged misery.

And the brand of salvation burning on his skin - the Righteous Man, touched by an angel. The same handprint that now stained his jacket bloody.

As hard as he tried, all he could do was remember as shuddering breaths turned to wracking sobs.

*

Whatever this thing was, it had marked him. Searing it’s own handprint into the flesh of his shoulder, staking its claim.

Dean couldn’t help but feel... violated.

He looked like a walking advertisement for one of those crappy tourist spots: take nothing but photos, leave nothing but footprints but in his case it read: take nothing but liberties, leave nothing but handprints

He ran a tentative finger over the raised flesh and hissed at the contact. It felt raw, like a burn; still stinging and angry.

He glared at it, hoping the sheer force of his loathing would somehow dissolve it. But it remained, stubborn and resolute.

It looked human. That was the worst thing. To think there was something out there - something monstrous - masquerading in the body of an innocent person... And with enough power to pull him from the pit.

That thought alone was enough to chill the blood in his veins.

And what did that mean for him? He bore its signature on his skin after all. Did that mark him as it’s property?

He belonged to no man. And no monster.

He would rather spend a lifetime in Hell.

*

Getting up off the floor had been the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. Turning his back on the last place he’d seen Cas near impossible.

What if, by some miracle, he came back? He deserved to know Dean had waited. After all, Cas was the only one he’d ever really had any faith in.

But Dean had given up on miracles long ago.

He let his phone ring out again and again; the sound too harsh in the grief-stricken silence. What if he never answered? What if he let Sam believe he was dead? Cas too. Because in reality, he felt as good as.

*

When she saw the mark on his shoulder, her eyes widened a fraction, her mouth parting in what Dean recognised as wonder.

Dean Winchester is saved.

The words came back to him as she aligned her palm with the echo of Castiel’s, caressing the raised skin with a gentle touch.

Something about the contact made him feel nauseous. Even though they were pressed together, not a breath between their bodies, he felt as though she had dug her nails into an open wound. A shudder of revulsion ran down his spine. He suppressed the urge to shake her off, instead drawing her attention away with a searing kiss.

The feeling of unease was harder to dislodge.

The mark itself no longer bothered him; it had faded somewhat and by the time Pamela used it to make contact with Castiel it hadn’t so much as tingled. This sudden display of hostility triggered by Anna’s touch unnerved him.

Maybe it was because she was an angel. Maybe it could sense her power, reacting with whatever traces of energy Castiel had left behind.

Or maybe it was something subconscious in Dean; something he didn’t want to acknowledge - couldn’t acknowledge - for fear of what that might mean.

But he couldn’t outrun the truth.

He noticed how Castiel turned away when Anna leaned in to kiss him goodbye. Thought he saw a flicker of jealousy contort his features. But only for a split second.

And once again that involuntary feeling of distaste rose up inside him, rearing it’s head, demanding to be heard.

And this time he listened.

And this time he recognised the ceaseless lament of his guilt.

*

Every cell in his body screamed in protest as he staggered out of the bunker. Every step a monumental effort. It was as though The Empty had created a vacuum when it had taken Castiel, and now it threatened to drag him into the same darkness.

He was exhausted; more than once he had to fight the urge to lay down and never get back up. But he knew he couldn’t.

He had to get to Sam, had to confront Chuck and demand he bring Cas back. He pinned all his hopes on it. Because if Chuck - Lord God Almighty himself - couldn’t bust Cas out of The Empty, what hope did he have of doing it himself?

So he dragged himself behind the wheel of the Impala and tried to ignore how normal it felt to sit there, as if he were just heading out on another case. As if the whole world hadn’t shattered apart and been clumsily glued back together in a matter of heartbeats.

He refused to look over at the passenger seat, refused to acknowledge the empty space beside him. Castiel had occupied that space just a few hours ago.

Could that be right? Had it only been a few hours since they’d made the journey to Lebanon, their silence weighted with shared worry yet still companionable? How had he lost so much in so little time?

*

Castiel arrived in the nick of time.

Zachariah had been gearing up to do some serious damage. He might not have been able to kill Dean on account of his status as Michael’s Vessel but he could still make him suffer. And Dean knew he had riled him. But nothing, not even the threat of what was to come would induce him to say yes. Zachariah had simply given him an advantage, a roadmap of what not to do to. He wouldn’t end up a cold, callous, merciless soldier like his future self. He wouldn’t. He refused to believe there would ever come a day when he would willingly sacrifice his friends and family - his fellow comrades - no matter what Heaven or Hell put in front of him. He would rather die than live to see himself become so despicable.

“That’s pretty nice timing Cas.”

“We had an appointment.”

His answer was so matter of fact, so practical, that Dean couldn’t help the smile that broke over his face. It implied that Dean could’ve been minutes away from death or simply completing the crossword and Castiel still would’ve come for him at that exact moment. But there was something coy about the set of his features, something like amusement twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Dean was under no illusion that, somehow, Cas had sensed he was in danger and, despite his apparent ignorance, had slipped in and taken Dean while Zachariah’s back was turned. It was crafty, calculated, almost petty in its brilliance.

And now Castiel stood looking at him, ready to talk, to plan their next move, without even a hint of expectation in his gaze.

He didn’t boast or demand gratitude. He didn’t want Dean’s thanks; he just wanted to be included.

The realisation hit Dean all at once, Castiel’s own words coming back to him as he considered how the balance between them had shifted.

You don’t think you deserve to be saved.

But Cas had saved him. Had been trying to save him for a while now but Dean had just been too blind to see it. When he had freed him from Hell he had been following orders but now, he had simply taken it upon himself to remove Dean from trouble’s path.

Against all odds and the interests of Heaven, an angel had his back.

Dean took a step forward and, placing a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, he said, “Don’t ever change.”

What he meant to say was: Don’t ever change back. Don’t ever serve the interests of others when you know in you’re heart they’re wrong. Don’t ever become unreachable, unknowable. Don’t ever stop being the angel on my shoulder because without you, I’d die.

There was so much he had meant to say but the words died on his lips. He hoped that Cas understood just from the look in his eyes, the force in his tone, the significance of that hand on his shoulder.

Dean knew that he didn’t always tolerate human contact but Castiel didn’t shrug him off. He allowed Dean to grip his arm, the fabric of the trenchcoat screwed up under his fingers. For a minute Dean held on and when he finally drew away, he half expected to see the shape of his palm imprinted there, just as Castiel’s handprint adorned his own shoulder.

*

He drove on autopilot, trusting his body to react accordingly; his mind was otherwise consumed by bittersweet memories that made his throat ache and his eyes sting.

He replayed every journey they’d ever made together, nothing but open road before them and unsaid words between them.

You changed me Dean.

His tears ran hot, spilling down his cheeks and splashing into his lap.

Dean had immediately recognised the truth in Cas’ words, but they still reverberated through him like the tremors of a distant earthquake. Letting himself consider the possibility that he, an insignificant stain on the Earth’s crust, had changed Castiel, a centuries old celestial warrior, was incomprehensible.

It was like... staring into the sun.

The more he told himself not to, the more he became blinded by its glare. Dean wanted to squint whenever he looked at it, shield his eyes from its radiant sincerity.

Because he had known it this whole time. Known and never admitted it to himself.

He had witnessed firsthand Castiel’s transformation from a finely tuned, emotionless instrument to a discordant orchestra of empathy and feeling and not once had he suggested it was his own influence that had inspired such a change.

Because how could he have inspired such honesty and compassion, gentle humour and tenderness? He was stubborn and defensive, worn down by years of trauma and still so full of anger.

But he was wrong.

Of course he was wrong.

I cared about the whole world because of you.

It felt too big to accept so readily and yet... Dean remembered the first time he’d made Cas laugh, the first time he’d heard doubt creep into his voice, the first time his cheeks had flushed with embarrassment, his eyes had filled with sorrow, his shoulders had sagged with relief. He remembered it all and he remembered his own despair, his exhaustion, his cocky bravado. He had begged and reasoned and joked with reckless abandon. He had unwittingly smothered Cas with his humanity and instead of suffocating, Castiel had simply taken a deep breath, filling his lungs with every human emotion they’d ever dared to beat out of him.

*

His body felt beaten, his mind battered and broken.

Sam didn’t even have to ask as he forced himself out of the car to meet his younger brother’s eyes.

Understanding glimmered there. He might not know the details but Sam recognised the same heartsick anguish that gripped his own soul. The same bone-deep weariness that had settled over him ever since discovering Eileen was gone.

They had lost everything. Everyone.

Details would come later; coaxing out the truth one shot of whiskey at a time. Although, looking at the state of his brother, Sam wondered whether it wouldn’t take several bottles.

*

Dean took another pull on his beer.

He couldn’t understand why he’d done it. Maybe he hadn’t meant to. But sure enough it was gone. Every day the past slipped further and further away, fading as quickly as dreams but still he couldn’t help but reach for those memories.

There was barely anything left to remind him. Sam was... Well, Dean found it hard to think about Sam. And Cas... Dean hadn’t seen or heard from him in almost a year. He was starting to think Cas had removed the mark on purpose; some deluded attempt at helping Dean forget. Perhaps he thought it was a mercy.

But Dean didn’t want to forget. Not if it meant forgetting what it felt like to belong.

Once again he found himself in front of the mirror, beer on the counter, sleeve rolled up, his own hand pressed to the place where Castiel’s had once been.

He could hear Lisa moving around downstairs, glasses clinking, Ben’s laughter loud and jubilant out in the yard. He shouldn’t be here. Not again. Not today. He should be down there manning the barbecue, joking and celebrating with his family.

But he couldn’t seem to tear himself away. There was nothing to see and yet he kept on searching.

Mary had always said that angels were watching over him but his angel had abandoned him, leaving no trace behind.

Dean’s grip tightened, nails digging into his flesh. He relished the pain but it was not enough.

*

“You’ve got to bring him back.”

He’d ground out the words with deliberate force, still reluctant to admit Cas was gone, to admit that he alone couldn’t save him.

But Chuck had merely shrugged off their surrender. Apparently he was happy to simply watch them flounder. With no one left to fight for and no monsters left to fight, the brothers would be effectively made redundant. Just Sam and Dean and an eternity of suffering stretching out before them. How could that be the end?

In Dean’s opinion it was shitty, lazy writing. Surely Chuck would grow tired of their struggle soon enough and then what?

Stripping him of his power, his divinity, his immortality had been deeply satisfying. Dean relished the moment he turned his back on him, refusing to expend the effort it would take to kill him. That was, after all, not who he was. Not anymore.

For the first time in his life, he was going to carve his own path - without destiny or prophecy or some omniscient douchebag shoving him around on the chess board.

The thought terrified him. Did he even know how to live a life when his every movement wasn’t being dictated by someone else?

He supposed his first move would be the obvious one. But it was the only one he really wanted to make. With Jack taking on the role of God, his task of liberating Cas from The Empty seemed fractionally less intimidating. They would find a way.

Dean swore to himself that no matter how long it took, no matter the lengths he would have to go to, he would see Castiel again. And when he did, he intended to drag him out of the darkness and cover his soul with his handprints.