#that I get heartbroken at the vague possibility of him not knowing

[beheadable]

Everytime I think I’m normal about Brake I see him again and it’s like nope. Still insane

[inconveniently-discorporated]

Today it's time for me to be heartbroken about Crowley and HIS version of events, because of course HIS version makes sense to him too.

The thing about Crowley is, he acts so nonchalant about everything.

Like, at first, he's simply just a demon. Sauntered vaguely downward and such, it's barely even really a thing, honestly -- it's just sort of his job title, y'know? Aziraphale's in one department, he's in another, that's just how it is. Like satanists, right?

But then the more the story progresses, the more we get the sense that there's something deeper than that. It becomes especially apparent with his plants, and how he puts the fear of God (then corrected by the narrator: the fear of Crowley) in them.

And these scenes, as many of you well know, have been theorized to be Crowley working through the circumstances of his fall. Projecting his emotions onto the plants, inflicting on them what was done to him. Processing what it was like to be on the other side of the curtain, maybe -- possibly try to figure out what could drive a creator to harm their own creations.

The details of the fall and what Crowley did, exactly, are unclear. The details of what Crowley knows about his own fall are unclear, because evidence could suggest that maybe he doesn't remember. But his perception seems to be that it didn't take much to be a demon.

What he does know, is that nothing lasts forever -- not even the grace of God.

But Aziraphale is different.

Aziraphale is an angel with very black-and-white ideas of what it means to be an angel, and what it means to be a demon.

But Crowley sees through it. From giving away the sword alone, he sees the cracks in Aziraphale's rigid thinking that allows the light to shine through. And he chips and he chips at that thinking -- he asks the kind of questions that probably made him fall in the first place -- until finally we get here.

God saw Crowley at his most innocent. God saw Crowley at his most joyful state of being. God saw him at his holiest.

God heard his questions, likely knowing that Crowley was expressing love in the way that he would want to receive it. Crowley says, "Well, if I was the one running it all, I would like it if someone asked questions. Fresh point of view."

God knew all of this, and then cast him out anyway. Unforgivable, that's what he is. Not to be forgiven, ever. Not to be loved -- not by God.

Then here comes along this angel (who he may or may not remember). This angel knows he's a demon, and talks to him anyway. This angel knows he's a demon, and listens to what he has to say. This angel knows he's a demon, and still looks him in the eye, sees the good in him, and forcefully tells him that HE still sees the good in him, even when God refuses to.

Aziraphale sees everything in Crowley that God could not, and that is something Crowley thought was lost forever.

So it only makes sense that when Aziraphale first burst in with his words all aflutter at the idea that they were going to go back to Heaven and change everything, Crowley felt this was something they couldn't do. Because he understands better than anyone, Heaven has the power to change the angel, the angel does not have the power to change Heaven.

It makes sense that Crowley gave him a chance. Crowley didn't exactly erupt with rage at Aziraphale. Yes, he was loudly against the idea and very disappointed, but then he goes, "Oh. Oh God. Right. Okay. I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say, I better say it now."

He still thinks there's a chance. He's still giving Aziraphale a chance to back out.

He gives Aziraphale multiple chances. And every time Aziraphale will not back down. Every time, he thinks he hears the same message. The one he's always heard, the one he should know by now but somehow still hopes it isn't true.

Nothing lasts forever.

Not the universal star machine.

Not the grace of God.

Not the bookshop.

Not my acceptance of who you are.

Not us.

He doesn't hear the way Aziraphale remembers his joy and wants him to be happy. He doesn't hear how Aziraphale wants him and needs him and begs for him to be on his side. He doesn't hear the hope and the desire to be safe and together and in control -- forever.

He doesn't hear the way Aziraphale is lying to himself because we all know damn well he would live in a state of comfortable happiness if he could.

Instead, he hears this.

He hears that he is in need of forgiveness. He hears that he has done something to warrant it.

Only, he is unforgivable. Nothing lasts forever, but maybe that part does. Out of everything that never lasted, the one that did is that he is unforgivable the way that he is.

"Don't bother," he says.

Don't bother, because he doesn't hear Aziraphale, he hears God.

Don't bother, because maybe God was right.

[white-poppie]

⎯ I’ll be lovin’ you right ♡ (m.atsumu x reader)

SYNOPSIS: The playboy of your high school, Atsumu Miya apparently has a thing for you. After having rejected his advances, Atsumu is 'heartbroken' (quotes intended). Seeing his melancholy, his brother Osamu tells you to give him a week to prove himself out of the playboy image. Can Atsumu prove his adoration towards you being pure without any other intentions in seven days a week? SONG REC: 'Seven' by Jungkook GENRE: FLUFF, long fic WC: 2.1k WARNINGS: sad sumu agenda, heights, it might seem wonky on Monday and Tuesday, but it gets so much better ୨୧ A/N: I AM SO TIRED I CAN"T ANYMORE!!! *dies dramatically*

You rejected Atsumu Miya last Friday.

The taller blonde stood in front of you in his gym clothes. The jersey #05 in white stood out from the rest of the maroon uniform.

You looked at him blankly, as he had been beating around the bush for the past few minutes. You were hungry; it was lunch. But, as a matter of habit, you were curious. Too curious for your own good. As he continued to talk, he became increasingly vague. You wanted to understand what he was trying to say, but your hunger took over, and you were losing patience.

“Atsumu, I am sorry but I don’t really get what you are talking about. How is Suna looking through your phone relevant?” You say with a pinch of annoyance in your voice. Atsumu sighs and takes a deep breath.

“My bad...what I mean is…I like you and everyone teases me for it 'cause I act like an idiot around you.” You are always an idiot is what you want to say but you purse your lips and look at him quizzically. Is he seriously confessing to you because he dislikes being teased by his team?

“I am sorry but I don’t think your feelings are sincere, Atsumu san,” you say respectfully. “I am sorry.” You feel like he is only confessing to you out of a desire to fit in with his friends and avoid their teasing, rather than out of genuine affection for you.

Atsumu frowns and nods. It’s not something he is used to, but he doesn’t protest even if it really hurts his ego. You sigh as you leave the gym, almost feeling sorry for him. If it weren't you, it would be someone else.

On Saturday, you meet Osamu at the supermarket. Awkwardly standing at the cashier line, the grey-haired Miya smiles softly at you and nods in acknowledgement. The air is heavy with tension as both of you silently pay for your groceries.

"Y/N," he says, and you pause in your tracks, about to leave. "Can we talk?" It's a dreaded notion that you nod at. You follow Osamu out of the market with your grocery bag in one hand as you approach a bench on a kid's playground.

Osamu sits next to you, his back leaning on the rest casually as he tries to muster the softest voice possible in his Kanto dialect.

“Heard ‘Sumu asked ya to date him…” he says solemnly. You freeze at the sudden statement and nod apprehensively.

“M not saying this cause he’s my brother, but Atsumu…he is a nice guy; his reputation is quite wrong from how he actually is.” He says and you almost have to double take, wait…Osamu is supporting Atsumu?

He interlaces his fingers and looks at the ground, “I’ve never seen him as serious about someone as he is for you, and the whole team notices it.” He pauses, “Atsumu is cocky but easily embarrassed when teased about stuff like this, he made a premature decision to have confessed to you.” 

Osamu takes a deep breath before speaking next, "Y/n I am asking you for a favour…I want you to give Atsumu seven days to prove himself.” Your eyebrows scrunch at his words, and before you can interject, he speaks again.

“I know it’s not the best idea, but I know him and as much as I enjoy Atsumu being sad, I know he’ll soon enough be miserable ⎯ because that’s how men are, they lose their chance with someone and then develop stronger feelings for that person causing it all to hurt more.” He says and pauses, “it will impact his career to Y/N, not that I am saying that you’re responsible for him, but just stating things.”

“Give yourself some time to think and text me if you are for giving him seven days to prove himself. Let me know tomorrow.”

On Sunday, you spend most of the morning staring at your ceiling. Pondering what Osamu said You know deep down that he wouldn't steer you wrong, and you have seen how sincere Osamu is in his opinions.

You take a deep breath and send a quick text to Osamu.

"I'm in."

And thus started the mission: to make you fall in love with Atsumu Miya in seven days.

Monday

You sigh as you close the door of your house behind you, only to find Atsumu standing right in front, his schoolbag on one shoulder, and the trademark Atsumu grin on his face: "Morning, Y/N!"

Your eyebrows scrunch at his sudden joyful declaration, "Morning." You reply, and then it hits you: How did he know where you lived?

"How do you know my address?" You ask in bewilderment, and he grins sheepishly.

"I asked my way around; I wanted to pick you up, so I left at 5," he says proudly, and you just stare at him, unsure how to react. The intention was sweet, but does he realise how creepy that is?

You smile awkwardly and nod, walking towards school as Atsumu follows you like a duckling, humming a 00's song. As vexatious as it might be, there was something oddly endearing about Atsumu's unconventional way to win you over, like a pathetic wet kitten.

"Y/N?" he says as you look towards him. "Wanna grab lunch after school tomorrow? I have practice almost the entire day today." You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should accept his invitation. The thought of spending more time with Atsumu both intrigues and scares you. "Sure, why not? Lunch sounds nice." 

Tuesday

 On Tuesday, you find yourself anxiously awaiting lunchtime, your mind filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. As the final bell rings, you make your way to the designated meeting spot, hoping that Atsumu will show up. And sure enough, there he is, standing by the school gates with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I know a good ramen shop nearby," he says, and you smile while walking with him. As you enter the small, cosy restaurant, the aroma of savoury broth and freshly cooked noodles fills the air, instantly making your mouth water. Atsumu confidently orders for both of you.

The order arrives, and you take a bite of the hot noodles, your eyes instantly widening in delight. "Holy this is amazing; why is this place so underrated?" You gasp, and he chuckles at your words as if you are the most adorable thing in the world.

You almost blush at his gaze before it hits you, its a challenge for him. You are a challenge to him. There's a dull pain in your chest as you keep eating your ramen. The more you eat, the more you can't help but wonder if Atsumu's intentions are genuine. Is he truly interested in you or is he just looking for another conquest? 

Wednesday

You notice that Atsumu is ignoring you completely today. He doesn't even acknowledge your presence when you walk into the room. It leaves you feeling confused and hurt. You try to brush it off, convincing yourself that maybe he's just having a bad day. But deep down, you can't shake off the feeling of being used and toyed with.

The school ends, and you are walking to your home before you feel your hand being grabbed. You turn around in panic and see Atsumu, his eyes softening at your distress as he realises your hand. 

"I want to talk to you," he says softly. his eyes, filled with genuine concern, melt away any resistance within you. 

"Okay," you reply, finally feeling ready to address the mixed signals and confusion that have left you feeling hurt.

"The way you were looking at me yesterday made me think that you were misunderstanding my intentions here." He says and takes a deep breath, "I genuinely like you, YN. I am not stupid. I can see your confusion. Do you really think I am that bad of a person?"/ The vulnerability and hurt in his voice are almost making your heart ache. "No," you reply softly, meeting his gaze. "I don't think you're a bad person. I just... I've been so confused, and I didn't know how to interpret your actions."

"Why?" he asks.

"Because you play with hearts, and I didn't want mine to be another casualty," you admit, your voice wavering. "But seeing how vulnerable and honest you're being right now, I can't help but reconsider." Emotions swirl within you as you take a moment to gather your thoughts. "I want to believe that you genuinely like me, but I need reassurance that I won't end up getting hurt." 

Atsumu smiles at you, reconsidering, and says softly, "It's one week, right? It's not even halfway; don't you know I am full of surprises?"

Thursday

"Come on, it'll be okay!" He says as he grabs your hand and runs to the school roof with you, your lunchboxes in hand.

"What if someone catches us?" You say in panic. 

Atsumu looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and laughs. "Who cares? We'll worry about the consequences later, if there are any."  He says and settles on the ledge, patting the spot next to him for you to sit on. 

You gingerly open your bento as you two eat and Atsumu rants about his practice, occasionally stealing a bite or two from your box You can't help but laugh at Atsumu's playful antics, feeling the stress of getting caught dissipate. As he swipes another bite from your lunch, you playfully scold him, but secretly enjoy the exchange. 

You take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins. As you gaze out at the sprawling cityscape before you, you can't help but feel a sense of freedom and excitement. In that moment, you realise that maybe taking risks with Atsumu isn't such a bad idea after all.

Friday

Atsumu sits in another row, leaning back on his chair, big and burly, his hand resting on the chair's backrest as he chats with his friends, his obnoxious laughter filling the room as you wait for the teacher.

Atsumu momentarily looks at you, and his eyes soften. A small grin is etching its way on his face, and he waves playfully at you. You got caught looking.

The class soon starts, and the teacher begins the lesson. About half an hour later, you feel tapping on your shoulder. You look back as the girl behind you gives you a small chit, pointing towards Atsumu, wordlessly, the author of the message.

You unfold the tiny piece of paper underneath your desk, preventing any onlookers with their perverse gazes and loud mouths.  "Whatcha looking at?" You huff at his lame attempt, a slight warmth blooming on your cheeks as you contemplate your response.  After a moment of hesitation, you take out your own pen and scribble a reply on the chit, "Not you."

"Ouchie, baby, you've hurt my feelings."Atsumu pouts, making an exaggerated sad face, as he pretends to wipe away imaginary tears as he hands the chit back to you.   You chuckle softly at his antics as he sends another chit. "We have a match on Sunday; be there." You raise an eyebrow at his invitation. "Only if you promise not to show off too much."  Atsumu grins mischievously, accepting the challenge with a nod.

Saturday

Most of Saturday goes around with you frolicking around your house, getting over your chores. You decide not to text Atsumu, knowing that he will be busy with practice, but you find yourself mulling over him more than you'd like. As the day goes on, you find yourself checking your phone more frequently, hoping for a message from him. 

You groan as you flop on your bed and take a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

How's [delete] That's too informal, right?

How is practice going? [delete] No, that sounds so plain. All those assignments about real-life talking versus texting articles were right; it's so difficult to detect tone!

Hey! [send]

How is practice going? [send]

Okay better. You sigh as you keep your phone on the stand and groan to finish your work. BEfore you hear a ping sound and immediately run over to the phone.

Atsumu: +1 photo

Your heart thumps as you open it. Its a selfie, Atsumu grinning like a child, his hair sweat and face flushed, with the caption: "grinding! 💪��"  In the background, you can see a low-quality Osamu photobombing, his hands on his waist, and you can't help but giggle. He'll be okay.

Sunday

On Sunday, you find yourself standing outside the gymnasium, nervously adjusting your bag strap.  As the doors swing open, you step inside, greeted by the sounds of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the echo of volleyball spikes as a warm-up.

You shift on your feet in front of the gate before Suna spots you, a fox-like grin on his face before he turns towards his teammate.

"Oi, Atsumu, your lucky charm is here," he says in a teasing voice, and you can't help but flush ever-so-slightly.

"Shut up, Suna." Atsumu groans lowly as he looks up from his stretching routine without breaking his stance, his shirt hiking up slightly as he smiles at you before walking towards you. 

"Hi," he says softly, as if he was almost expecting you to not show up.

"Hi," you mumble.

"I didn't think you'd actually come," he manages to say, his words coming out in a breathless whisper, and you can't help but smile. You look back briefly to see the entire team grinning at the two of you silently.

Atsumu looks back, and you swear you saw his cheeks redden. "Scram!" he says, his voice breaking, and a few of the members can't help but snort at the sound, especially Osamu.

"Sumu, the game boutta, start," he calls his twin as you see the other team lining up.

Atsumu looks back at you with a slight pout on his lips. "Cheer f'me?" He asks softly, and your heart thumps. Atsumu hates when his fangirls cheer for him. You give Atsumu a warm smile and nod. "Of course."  Is this what Osamu was talking about? You are special in his eyes? 

The game begins with an intense match, with both teams clawing at each other's throats. But amidst the chaos, you can't take your eyes off Atsumu. But it's fierce; you can see Inarizaki losing hope after the first set, and you can sense Atsumu's frustration rising. Set one over, and Inarizaki is behind. You see the players huffing and groaning in disappointment as they go to the bench to strategize and relax. You keep observing Atsumu from the audience, noticing how his brows furrow and his jaw tighten with every passing moment. Despite the mounting pressure, he never loses his focus. As the second set begins, their strategy still doesn't seem to be working, and Atsumu and Osamu seem livid.

Amidst the chorus of shouts, you can't help but scream, "Atsumu! You've got this! Stay determined!" Surprised, Atsumu lifts his head and locks eyes with you for a brief moment before a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. You silently vow to always be his biggest fan, both on and off the court.

He tightens his grip on the volleyball, channelling all his frustration and energy into each powerful serve. With every swing of his arm, the ball slices through the air, landing with a resounding thud on the opposing team's side of the court.  The tension is palpable; you keep praying for him as he strikes, misses. Team strikes, team misses. Just one more, and before you can register it, the final spike is delivered by Atsumu. The crowd erupts into applause. 26-28. Inarizaki won.

The team erupts into what seem to be roars of victory, and you can't help, but smile widely when you watch Atsumu pat his teammates before Kita pats his back and points at you, saying something you can't hear. Atsumu nods at him before he runs towards the crowd, and your heart starts thumping. In your mind, you are squealing as loud as his fangirls when Atsumu leans over to the boundary right in front of you as he smiles at you, and you smile back with the same intensity for the first time.

"How was I?" He says, and you can't help but lean forward and hug him tightly. His eyes widen at the sudden embrace, and he freezes before hugging you back in his arms, all sweaty, and almost lifting you up from the audience. Atsumu looks into your eyes, his face twitching with nervousness, before he leans and captures your lips in a kiss. His breathing is shaky, and you flush before returning the kiss to his quivering lips. The audience is filled with mixed reactions, but they are silent and gasping for most

When you pull away, you look back and see all of Inarizaki hooting and clapping loudly for you two. The kiss turns both your brains into mush, and you realise that Atsumu is capable of "loving you right."

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pt X good omens whatever the HEAVEN s1e5 was

LAST DAY OF ANTIBIOTICS BABY CAN I GET A WAHOO? In that enthusiastic spirit and listening to my gay playlist that I called BOYS, let's have my summary of whatever I remember from the livestream of season one episode five, which ain't a lot:

In the few minutes break between episode 4 and 5, everyone urges me to get more emotional support fruit. I find a second apple and some sugarcane.

Some of you don't know how to eat sugarcane. It's simple, baby. You bite and suck, blow out the fibres, and swallow the juice. Suck, blow, swallow, guys, it's hard but it's worth it.

I was still howling over the books in the bookshop, because fuck me I have books that are from the mid 1900s and IF THEY BURNED I'M BURNING THE WORLD.

Barely a few minutes in I've already finished the remaining orange watching Crowley break down over the burning bookshop. Crowley can't find Azi and I start eating the apple too (I was saving apples for being gay gn over Crowley, guys, LITTLE DID I KNOW THE PAIN).

I make a reference to driver's license looking at Crowley being sad in their car. For some reason everyone calls me a prophet.

Tracy who is the kinky lady has plushies to make a bedroom seductive. I'm too ace for this. I hug my IKEA snake, Draco.

The Antichrist goes batshit poor Adam. There are some rictus smiles, horror movie shit, and he insists that his friends are having fun. It is similar to how this fandom kidnapped me. You're having fun, Asmi, you say. This is fun.

There is more vague hetero sex. I cannot deal with the genre whiplash. I am still too ace and gay for this.

The apple is over. Finally, Aziracrow gets screentime, but then I watch Crowley's voice break over the residual emotional of losing his best friend, and Aziraphale maybe not realising that the friend was him. My eyes are burning and now everyone is demanding emotional support fruit and making sad headcanons. Fuck you all.

Aziraphale possesses a lady, which is normal, and summons spirits, which is normal. I insist that I am not crying over flatulence, and @thescholarlystrumpet who organises the stream tells me to put it in my tumblr review. I'm not crying over flatulence.

CAN I A WAHOO. Aka Crowley fucking things up for future Crowley yet again.

Aziraphale is THE southern pansy, THE posh gay.

MAGGOTS ARRIVE. IT'S YOU GUYS YAY! Everyone is disgusted except me, because I love you guys, even if you are slimy.

Crowley is now stuck in traffic and simmering with the not-yet-zombie in the passenger's seat. There is fire around London.

Through the power of Manifesting, Crowley drives the bentley through the fire to get to Tadfield. Dream it to be it, guys. With Barbie Crowley, Anything Is Possible. Crowley is now literally a flaming gay (gn).

Friends leave Antichrist. Antichrist sad. Dog leaves Antichrist. Antichrist heartbroken, Antichrist now back to being baby.

Through small town directions, Aziraphale still possessing lady arrives at Tadfield. Crowley in all her flaming glory arrives too. The kids are badasses, riding in on cycles. I am on my second apple. Crowley immediately recognises Aziraphale.

They are now at the American base. Wahoo, bitches. See ya next post my lovely maggots.

[wooataes]

Pretty Coincidences (Part One)

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Strangers to ??? AU, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of plane crashes, swearing

Summary: Choosing to run away from your problems on an impromptu trip to Italy may be the best decision you’ve made in your life thus far.

A/N: a belated birthday fic for the beautiful Jeonghan and also a belated birthday fic for my fave Carat friend Zan 💜

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Part Two?

To say you were heartbroken was an understatement.

You feel almost dead inside as you sit in the backseat of your Uber, unshed tears tempting you to break the flood gates. How the fuck did you get here, in an Uber on the way to Incheon Airport running away from your responsibilities and problems?

The answer was Geumjae.

Forty eight hours ago, you were happy. You were happy and in love with your seemingly loving boyfriend of four years, Geumjae, in the talks of buying an apartment together and Geumjae planning to pop the question to you this coming Christmas in front of both your families. That was, until, you decided to take the afternoon off from your office job, feeling unwell and in all honesty, wanted the comfort of your boyfriend and your bed.

Instead of finding your loving boyfriend making soup for you in your apartment, you were greeted to the sounds of aggressive lovemaking coming from your personal bedroom. That scumbag was using YOUR bed in YOUR apartment to sleep with other women?! No fucking way.

Now, you’re not a pushover or a pussy. On the contrary, you proved to yourself that you’re the opposite; storming into your bedroom and throwing out your new ex boyfriend and his flimsy little side-piece, who you vaguely recognized as your now ex-best friend, who was trying to stammer some sort of apology. You didn’t hear her as she spoke though, only throwing both him and her out of your apartment with nothing but the clothes on their backs, which at that moment, was none at all, leaving them to rush to his car as quick as possible without being seen, as you curled up on the living room floor in hysterics.

After a long night of tears, a whole tub of ice cream, half a bottle of wine and burnt clothes, photos and bedsheets, at the ripe time of 2:43am, you feel the sadness within you seep into a seething anger.

Screw this guy! You don’t need him! You can do a lot better and deserve someone who will love and treat you right! Who else can treat you better than yourself?

In a half-tipsy wine drunk state, you grab your laptop and start typing travel options in your search bar.

You had always dreamed of wanting to go on a trip to see Italy ever since you met Geumjae, and for four long draining years, your requests were always rebuffed with a ‘I can’t afford it’ or ‘why don’t we try local?’ Well screw that. You’re newly free and have the funds saved, as well as PTO from your job. After sending a long and misspelled message to your boss, you rise from your spot on the floor to march into your room to pack your bags.

Forty eight hours later, you were miserable, angry and betrayed by two of the closest people you know, but you also felt surprisingly free, as if a weight had been lifted off your chest as you stepped inside Incheon Airport to make your way to your flight to Italy.

You settle into your seat with a tired sigh. For once, you’re actually happy you got seated in an Emergency Exit row. You’re not as enclosed as the others which means more leg room, and instead of having two people beside you, you only have one. Double win. The less people you have to interact with, the better. You hope that the unlucky person who was destined to be sat beside you isn’t a talker; hopefully they are just as tired and done with the world as you.

You take a quick glance at your reflection from your front facing phone camera, wincing at the miserable girl you faced. Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail, several strands having found their way out of the loose hair tie securing your locks and falling over your shoulders haphazardly. You have massive bags under your eyes, which isn’t surprising since you have barely slept since you found your trash ex. You hope that you’ll be able to catch up on your sleep during the twelve hour flight to Italy.

After heaving another sleepy sigh, you lift your head to the side to see a hooded figure placing a bag into the overhead locker before sitting down carefully beside you and pulling his hood back to ruffle his fluffed up hair out of his eyes. Your cheeks tinge a dusty pink as you take in the mystery man’s handsome good looks, suddenly feeling self conscious at your appearance. After giving the gorgeous man a small smile in greeting, (which he returns without hesitation) you shrink slightly into your seat, your brain beginning to work overtime as you feel an overwhelming urge to apologize about your half assed looks. The man is in an almost identical outfit to yours, but you can’t help but resent your new seatmate at how much better he looks than you. Then again, he probably hasn’t had his heart ripped out of his chest and then stomped on by his ex-girlfriend within the last two days. You were so consumed in your own self deprecating thoughts you didn’t notice the pretty man looking at you expectantly.

“Sorry, did you say something?” You blink, eyes wide.

“That’s okay.” The man smiles. You blush. Dang, why did he have to be so pretty? “I was just asking if you had enough room there.” He gestures to the armrest between you both. “I can scoot over a little bit if you need.”

“O-oh.” You stutter, shaking your head quickly. “No, you’re fine, really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.” You nod, giving him a little smile. “I will apologize in advance though, I am 100% going to sleep for this flight.”

“Damn,” he sighs dramatically. You tilt your head in questioning. “You’re going to sleep and let me be the only one to have to save the plane and all these passengers if a disaster happens?”

You’re caught off guard as a giggle passes your lips, your smile growing as the man chuckles with you. You didn’t know how badly you needed to have a laugh.

“I do apologize,” you hum. “But getting my beauty rest is more important than the well-being of the plane.”

It’s the stranger’s turn to laugh along with you, and you feel relieved that the joke lands.

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.” He nods thoughtfully. “Did you need to be woken from your beauty rest when the meals come by?”

You blink in surprise. How thoughtful. “Uhh.. if it’s no trouble?”

“None at all.” He’s surprisingly chirpy at this hour of the morning. “We are the backbone of this flight. We need to keep our strength up.” He winks at you and smiles as you laugh again.

“Fair point.” You nod gently as you fasten your seatbelt, the flight crew beginning to prepare you for takeoff.

You wait for a moment to see if Pretty Man will continue the conversation, but when he settles in and starts looking for movies on his tv, you let your eyes flutter shut, sleep taking over you before you even feel the plane take off.

You feel yourself being shaken gently an hour later as you stir, rubbing at your eyes with a little yawn. Pretty Man is smiling warmly at you.

“Hey.” He mumbles. “Sorry, they’re giving out breakfast.”

“S’fine.” You yawn again, smiling politely at the flight attendant as she passes your meal over. “Thanks for waking me, uhh..”

“Jeonghan.” Pretty Man - Jeonghan offers, and you nod with a little smile. “You’re welcome…”

“Y/N.”

Your eyes open slowly, yawning out as you start to take in your surroundings around you, the PA system announcing that the descent into Rome will begin within the hour. You sit up slightly and run at your eyes tiredly. Your eyelids still feel heavy, but after having slept for a solid 10 hours, only having been woken up from Jeonghan to eat in between with minimal conversation, you feel like you’ve rested enough.

“Did you manage to keep the plane in one piece while I slept?” You joke, Jeonghan chuckling in response.

“Only barely.” He sighed dramatically, hand on his chest. “I think you owe me for the next flight.”

“I think I do.” You humor him as he laughed.

“So, what brings you to Italy?” He asks after a moment of silence as you glance out the little window beside you.

“Mid-life crisis?” You offer with a laugh. Jeonghan only raises his eyebrows in concern. “Long story short,” you start fiddling with your fingers, nibbling your lip. “Just got out of a long term relationship and I’m long overdue for a holiday. So, I just packed up and left for Rome to forget about the real world for a while.” You wince, not even looking at Jeonghan to know that he’s giving you a look of pure pity.

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that.” He frowns.

“Ah, it’s fine.” You shrug. It wasn’t. Not in the slightest. “Was probably for the best.” You’re lying, you know you are. “What about you?”

“Ah,” he rubs at the back of his neck. “A friend of mine offered for me to go on a trip here with him. He flew out a few days ago, so I’m meeting him here.”

“That sounds exciting.” You smile as he hums in agreement.

“Definitely.” He smiles back. “Well, I hope that Rome treats you well.”

You hope it does too. “You too.”

It could just be your excitement, but you truly think that the Italian air is just as healing to you as the place itself. After parting ways with Jeonghan and making your way to your hotel right in the middle of the bustling city of Rome, you think you can feel the cracks in your heart begin to heal, if only slightly.

You take in a deep breath as you walk along the pavement that runs through the city of Rome, taking in the sights of small local stalls selling jewelry and knickknacks, a content smile on your face. You’ve been here for only a day but you feel more like yourself than you have been for the last four tiring years. You adjust the strap of your handbag over your shoulder, fixing the sleeve of your flowy floral dress as you let the sunshine warm your body. Your phone has been left behind in the hotel room, having been blown up since you have landed in the foreign country from your ex. The messages were deleted as soon as they were received and the numbers have been swiftly blocked by you, only providing updates to your parents and your boss that you arrived safely and you will contact them if anything new happens.

You lift the disposable camera that sits around your neck by a strap up to your face, snapping a quick photo of a gelato stand on the corner, your smile growing as your stomach rumbles. You could use something sweet.

“Buongiorno,” you speak quietly, stepping up to the man behind the gelato stand. The man smiles back at you as you take a nervous breath. “Uhh… vorrei un gelato piccolo in cono, per favore.” You smile hopefully, hoping that you didn’t just accidentally insult him.

You release a breath as the man smiles happily at you, leaning down as he begins to take out a cone and ice cream scoop, making your gelato with precision.

“Grazie!” You beam as you pass him your money, taking the cone gratefully. You bow your head in thanks to further show your appreciation, and the man chuckles, bowing his head back.

As you turn, you let out a yelp as you run into a body behind you, almost causing you to drop your new cold treat. Luckily, you’re able to compose yourself quickly and bow your head just as fast.

“I’m so sorry!” You pause before your brain catches up. “U-uhh.. m-mi scusi!”

“Y/N? Is that you?” A soft voice responds, and you freeze.

You lift your head quickly to the owner of the voice, your eyes widening as you see an all too familiar face smiling excitedly at you. His chestnut brown hair is pushed back, his bright smile being just as blinding as when you first met him all those years ago in middle school, who went on to be your good friend for five years before life caught up with you and you naturally drifted apart.

“Seokmin? Lee Seokmin?” Your smile grows with him as he almost immediately scoops you up into his arms, spinning you around in circles. You squeal out a laugh, your free hand holding onto his shoulder. “Yah!”

“What the heck?!” He laughs with you, squeezing you tight once he places you back onto the ground. “What are you doing here?!”

“I could ask you the same thing!” You giggle happily.

“I’m on a trip with a hyung of mine! We both had some time off and wanted to go somewhere warmer.” He chirps, looking you over with a smile. “What about you? Where’s Geumjae?”

You freeze at the mention of his name, biting down on your lip. “Um.. I’m here alone, actually.” You attempt to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “We broke up. Not too long ago actually and messy. So, I guess this is my way of coping.” You shrug.

“Oh no, I’m sorry I brought it up.” He pouts, rubbing your arm comfortingly. “So you’re here alone?”

“Yep.” You pop the P with a little smile. “But it’s only my second day here and I’m happier than I have been in the last four years, so that’s a plus.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles warmly at you as you nod.

“Dokyeom-ah!” A second voice enters the conversation. “What’s taking so long?”

You turn your head and take a step back with wide eyes as you come face to face with Pretty Man; Jeonghan. He looks more put together than you both did at the airport; now sporting a pair of black skinny jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a leather checkered jacket. He looks just as surprised as you do, taking in your outfit.

“Sorry hyung,” Seokmin smiles, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as you hold your cone now with both hands. “I ran into a friend from school! Hyung, this is-”

“Y/N. The one who left me to fend for myself to save the plane all on my own.” He sighs and places his hand on his chest.

“That was you?” Seokmin gasps.

“Yah!” You glare playfully. “You said it was okay!”

“I only said that to make you feel better about the fact that you willingly let me save us all.”

“It was one bout of turbulence.” You huff before Jeonghan smirks playfully at you. “I won’t keep you guys, you probably are waiting to get some gelato.”

“What? Are you sure?” Seokmin frowns. “You can tag along with us if you wanted, I’m sure hyung wouldn’t mind?”

“No, it’s okay, really.” You give him a little smile. Jeonghan frowns. He can see right through it.

“You’re just going to walk around by yourself?”

“You say that like I haven’t done it before, Min.” You laugh.

“I mean, yeah, you did it on campus but… you’re in a whole new country. I think I’d feel a lot better if you had at least one friend to keep you company.” He insists.

You hesitate, biting down on your lip. He does make a good point.

“How about this,” Seokmin offers. “You don’t have to spend every day with us. Why don’t we meet up once a day? I can take some great photos for your Instagram to show Geumjae that you’re thriving without him.”

“Geumjae?” Jeonghan tilts his head. Your face turns red.

“The Ex-boyfriend.” You hum, looking down.

“He never deserved you.” Seokmin rubs at your shoulders comfortingly as he sees the dismay on your face.

“Ah, thanks Min.” You smile. “I’ll take you up on that offer, only if it’s okay with you and Jeonghan. I don’t want to intrude.”

“You could never. You’re always welcome. Right, Hyung?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan nods with a smile at you.

“Thank you guys.”

“It’s no sweat, really! The more the merrier!” Seokmin beams. “We’re going to the Trevi tomorrow if you want to meet us there?”

“Sounds good.” You hum, waving your hand. “I’ll message you?”

“Sure.” He nods as you begin to walk away.

“See you then.”

As soon as you’re out of sight, Seokmin turns towards Jeonghan with raised eyebrows.

“Ohh Dokyeom-ah,” Seokmin mocks Jeonghan. He starts to blush. “I swear I made her laugh. She was just too cute.”

“Shut up.” He grumbles, glaring at the younger man.

“I can’t believe my school pal is the Cute Girl from your flight.”

“I said shut up.” He hissed. Seokmin just smirked at him with a giggle.

[gaygoetia]

Helluva Boss S2 E7 theories

Just finished re-watching the whole of Helluva Boss and now idk what to do with myself so here's my prediction of how the next episode will go down:

Given where we left off, combined with the visuals in the music video for Look This Way and the fact that the next episode is apparently called "Full Moon" I'm fairly confident that it will include Stolas giving Blitzo the crystal he got from Asmodeus.

Regardless of how Blitzo reacts (not well I'm guessing) this will end the transactional nature of their relationship, leaving Blitzo with two choices: continue having sex with Stolas without an ulterior motive to hide behind or walk away.

Unfortunately I suspect we'll get the latter.

In S2 E5 we finally got a proper insight into Blitzo's feelings on Stolas and their relationship: Blitzo refuses to believe that Stolas is interested in him for anything more than sex, insisting their relationship is "a novelty to him" and thinks Stolas only pretends to care about him.

Meanwhile, in S2 E6 Stolas admitted openly that he has feelings for Blitzo but it's clear from both Look My Way (assuming that song is canon) and his earlier song from S2 E2 that he thinks (or at least suspects) that Blitzo is only sleeping with him to retain access to the Grimoire.

So from Stolas' perspective, gifting Blitzo the crystal will put the ball in Blitzo's court, giving him what he's wanted from the start (access to the human world) without having to do or give anything return.

Unfortunately, given Blitzo's self-esteem issues, he'll undoubtedly see this as a rejection and assume Stolas has simply gotten bored of him. In fact, knowing him, he'll probably overcompensate by making a whole song and dance (maybe literally) of how much he hated their arrangement and is so glad he doesn't have to have sex with Stolas any more.

The big question is, what happens after that? I have 3 main theories:

1. Blitzo will sulk for a while until someone (probably Fizz or Asmodeus but possibly Moxxie, Millie, Loona or even Via) will give him a talking to and make him realise that Stolas does actually want to be with him.

2. Episode 7 will end with them "broken up" and heartbroken but the following episodes will force them to interact, most likely with Blitzo being bitchy and resentful until it all bubbles to the surface and he reveals that he feels Stolas used him then tossed him aside.

3. Stolas will get in trouble for lending his grimoire to Blitzo and events will unfold from there in a way that culminates in them realising each other's true feelings. (I know this one is pretty vague but I think it's still distinct enough from the previous 2 scenarios to be a separate point)

Based on what we know of the characters and where their heads are at at this point in the show, I really don't see any scenario in which Blitzo views the gifted crystal as the selfless gesture it is, nor do I see him taking it as an opportunity to start a new non-transactional relationship with Stolas (at least not without a push from another character)

Stolas and Blitzo are both gonna feel rejected by the other and it's gonna be angsty as hell.

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

PART 8

💫PART 9💫

"I'm terrified", you whisper as Han pulls to a complete stop in Felix's driveway. A tight grip on your chest, your heart feels heavy for him, with the way you've been avoiding him, he must feel so left out, rejected even.

You absentmindedly intertwine your fingers with Han's, spreading them apart and then curling them up so they fold on their joints, the alternate motion distracting you a bit as you recollect your thoughts, "I am too, but we have tell him, y/n. I'd rather he found out directly from us than through the grapevine or the boys", he replies quietly, letting you play with his fingers for as long as you need, the quiver in your bottom lip being jut a little too much to handle right now.

You have been starting all of your mornings together, going through the mundane motions of settling in his apartment and getting breakfast and doing the grocery shop, deciding when and how to tell the boys.

It felt inevitable and nerve wracking, not because you were afraid of their reactions, the both of you knew just how supportive and friendly they had been so far with Jeongin and Changbin's relationships, and with Chan's and Minho's antics. You had no doubt they'd welcome the news.

What felt unnerving was letting Felix know. You had concluded that you would tell him first, and separately, to spare him the feeling of being left out and simultaneously intimidated. It's not like the boys were going to tease him or make him uncomfortable if he were to have an emotional reaction, but you both felt it was important for him to be the first to know.

Nodding in understanding, you sigh quietly, the vivid image of Felix's kind brown eyes going big and shiny with tears already tugging at your heartstrings, "I know... I know. I want to tell him too, but do you think he's going to feel a little intimidated if we talk to him together? I don't want him to think we're ganging up on him", you comment, biting at the inside of your cheek out of nervousness, "we are some of his best friends, he's not going to feel intimidated. Betrayed, heartbroken, maybe", Han replies with a sigh.

Your stomach is doing somersaults by the time you walk to Felix's door, Han's holding your hand firmly, his sweaty palm threatening to slip away any moment so you reinforce your grip on his fingers as well, "hopefully it's going to be okay...", he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head before he knocks.

The way Felix was overjoyed when you had called the other day had made you want to rip your arm out and give it to him as a tribute. As an apology gift. You hadn't mentioned to him that you wanted to talk to him about something so serious, just that you wanted to see him.

Nor did you vaguely touched upon Han being there, there was no point in lying or scheming over some complicated plan to reveal the truth about the two of you, you were just going to be open and honest and carefully present the truth to him, trying to save him as much heartbreak as possible.

"Angel!!". Felix cheers enthusiastically as soon as he opens the door, quickly enveloping you in his arms, squeezing your back and your shoulders, hugging you with his whole body. Oh how you missed it. The kashmere soft, vanilla laundry detergent scent of his clothes, the cute sounds he made while squeezing you, his fast fingers already kneading at the knots in your back muscles.

"Hi sunshine", you breathe out over his shoulder, a tiny droplet of a tear getting stuck in your tear duct. "Hannie?". Felix slowly lets go of you and greets his friend just as warmly, the endearing look of surprise plastered all over his face as he extends a tight hug to the brunette as well, "I didn't expect you here, did you and y/n come together?", he asks curiously, motioning for the both of you to step inside his apartment.

Tea and snacks are promptly set on the table, Felix hops around the living area making sure you're fed and comfortable, pale blue and faded green locks bouncing on his head, his pink rolled up sleeves sweatshirt swallowing him whole, he's the embodiment of tenderness and you can't help but tear up by just looking at him being himself.

Once the small talk is starting to drag out a little too much, you start shifting in your seat, your hands itching to stretch out over the couch and grab ahold of Han's, who mostly kept his eyes looking downwards at his feet this whole time, barely exchanged a few words with either of you, tension and sorrow evidently clear in his body language.

Taking advantage of a little pause in your chats, you nervously clear your throat and glance sideways at Han who tentatively nods in your direction, a small acknowledgment of your shared intentions: "Felix look I... need to talk to you about something-", "we... we need to talk to you", your boyfriend interjects, his voice low and strained, "we... are dat-", you start, your voice trembling, "we are in love".

You're not sure if you're the one with the most shocked expression or if Felix is but in the span of mere seconds Han stood up from his seat confessed for the both of you in a single breath. "I'm so sorry, I should've come clean way earlier and I should've talked to you sooner and should have been honest from the start but.. I-i never stopped loving her, from day one. When I told you kissing her was a mistake and that I wasn't in the right mind.. That was a lie. I wanted to do that with my whole heart, I wanted to be with her then and I wanted to be with her always. And for some God forsaken reason she - she took me back".

Han sucks in his breath, a quiet sob escaping his mouth too as he looks at you softly, you reach for his hand and squeeze it once, your heart smahing into pieces at his words. Felix frowns and squints his kind eyes, he instinctively springs to his feet and pulls Han to him in a bone cracking hug, "it's alright", he whispers, "it's-it's more than alright, you guys are in love, it's beautiful, there's nothing to be sorry about", he invites you into the hug as well, the three of you huddling close, tearing up quietly.

You sniffle and bury your face in Felix's shoulder, whispering about how sorry you are over and over as he gently pats your back and Han kisses your hair, mumbling his repeated apologies too, "guys guys please ...please stop apologizing, you're in love, never apologize for being in love".

Felix smiles sincerely and puts his hands on each of you and Han's shoulders, pulling the both of you closer to him, "I'm happy for you, I'm genuinely really happy for you", he says reassuringly but Han merely shakes his head,he places both of his hands on Felix's shoulders, holding him firmly, "Lix you don't have to put on a brave face, you have every right to be upset, I know i hurt you, I betrayed your trust and that's not excusable".

Sighing just barely, Felix squeezes his friend's hands, "Hannie, I appreciate the consideration but ...and-and I-I don't want either of you to get me wrong cause I do love you both but ...it's not ..", he fidgets a little before gently letting go of Han and fully turning to you, now taking your hands in his, rubbing gentle circles on your skin, "sweetie ...", he starts, a small, comforting smile on his lips as his eyes look intently into yours, "I had been in love with you, I'm not going to lie. You have always been my best friend, my little heart ... ".

You feel fresh tears swelling up in the corners of your eyes, your bottom lip trembking with how much you're trying to prevent yourself from fully burst, the tenderness in Felix's voice breaking you piece by piece, "I wanted to tell you, so many times. But it felt wrong, cause I know you, I know the look in your eyes when you're floating above everything, head over heels. I've seen that look, that breeze, that air about you when you're pining over someone. And that someone has never been me. It was Han, it was always Han".

The man himself visibly melts at that, he squints adorably, his hands reaching for you, eager to brush your pink cheeks, but he holds back, not wanting to interrupt your moment with Felix, "throughout these past few years I've come to realize I just couldn't possibly ruin that for you, I decided I was going to keep my feelings and safe guard both of our hearts. And you know ...", Felix pauses, rubbing the inside of your forearms, looking down as he does so, "time helps. Time helped a lot".

He glances at the both of you, inhaling deeply before continuing:"... and then I got this amazing opportunity delivered to me like the perfectly timed gift that it is and it gave me the exact purpose to try and move on... I actually wanted to tell you this whole time, that's why I kept insisting I wanted to see you lately, I was finalizing this: I'm leaving".

Both you and Han look at your friend, gobsmacked. Felix smiles sheepishly and lets go of you, sticking his hands into his pockets, "I wanted to tell you under different circumstances, like at the bar with the other guys like I did the other night: I've been offered to volunteer with children in Laos and then Rio De Janeiro. It's been my dream for so long and I kind of don't want to miss this opportunity. I've known about it for quite a bit now, I've been busy a lot at work cause I was trying to rearrange and plan my whole future ahead basically. Or at least the foreseeable one for the next 3 years".

3. Years. Little by little something crumbles in your chest, the tears you've been trying hard to hold back now fully escaping your control. "You're-you're leaving for 3 years?", you breathe out, temporarily holding onto Han for support who falls so silent, "they said 1 one year is the minimum and that it can be extended up to 3 years. And ... well ...I want to take advantage of that, it's something I've always wanted to do".

You get it now. The love stricken look, the specific aura Felix was just mentioning when talking about you. You see it reflected in his eyes, in the way he looks so fucking happy and light, like his heart is so in it he's floating above air. That's why he took the news so incredibly well, why he has so far remained so calm and serene.

"I'm happy for you, man. This-this is the greatest opportunity, you are right. You're going to destroy my heart by leaving, but it's only fair. I almost destroyed yours first", Han cries through a genuine smile, fat droplets falling down his cheeks as he envelopes his friend in a tight hug, extending his arm out for you so you can join them in a group hug again, the three of you sappy, letting it all go in a liberatory full cry.

🥀PART 10

[medusasea]

Rescue Deku Arc

I want to say I was hoping at one point there would be a rescue Deku arc. You can argue that the ending of his vigilante arc sort of was, since his friends saved him from himself, but I wanted one in which he gets kidnapped, specifically by AFO with AFO locking him up in a vault. Ironically, I also imagined AFO being a foil to Overhaul who tortured Eri and only saw her as a tool, I was imagining AFO going to start sympathizing with Deku and treating him unexpectedly humane for a prisoner.

Just the possibilities. AFO locks Deku in a vault because Yoichi is inside of him and AFO is possessive towards his brother like usual. Yoichi relieves his trauma but he gets character development. Midoriya can only rely in the other OFA users and they get more development. Class A-1 class and the teachers search desperately for their kidnapped friend. Inko is heartbroken, but she still has hope. Tomura doesn't have to worry about Deku, so he gets to terrorize more people.

Since AFO is also sympathetic in this version, Midoriya gets to hear more from his side of the story and realizes they are two sides of the same coin. Both AFO and Midoriya faced discrimination, Midoriya for being quirkless and later for looking creepy, AFO for having a quirk. Both of them inspire people. Both of them worked hard to become powerful. Both of them have multiple quirks and are good at analyzing them. Both of them are very observant. Both of them love their families and care about their comrades, it's just that AFO expresses it in an unhealthy way. Midoryia inspires to be the number 1 hero, while AFO used to want the same, until society broke him, so he decided to become number 1 villain as revenge. At first Deku is extremely skeptical, but Yoichi confirms that AFO did indeed wish to be number 1 hero in his youth, or at least he doesn't deny it.

Given how vague Yoichi's introduction to Deku was, I was hoping Deku would become a little suspicious on why Yoichi didn't tell when him when exactly AFO started his villainy, especially his murders, how AFO acted and how their life was before Yoichi's imprisonment and Yoichi didn't even tell his own name. I was hoping the manga would go on the route that AFO used to be good until he turned to villainy and that Yoichi and the rest of the OFA users didn't tell Deku those details out of fear, but doing so made everything worse, since Deku feels like they might be hiding even more and he feels disappointed.

Considering how people with quirks were treated during AFO's time, catastrophes were happening anyway, I thought it would've been clever if a plot twist was that AFO wasn't as bad towards the people he made deals with as Yoichi claimed. A vague vague statement "dispose of them" that Yoichi used can mean many things. I wasn't expecting AFO to be blameless, I was in fact expecting him to have indeed abandoned certain people in times of need, but that doesn't mean he went out of his way to harm them. For him to abandom them, they would have to be in a bad situation. Again, society discriminated against those with quirks and their allies, I expected society to have killed or injured many of them, with the worst that AFO did being choosing to not save all of them. Perhaps not even out of selfish reasons, maybe he had a plan to change the system and considered that saving those people would hinder his plan, so he chose to not save them for the greater good. I would also add AFO being traumatized after the first time he gave someone many quirks and destroyed their brain in the process. he tried to save the person, but failed.

He only imprisoned Yoichi after the latter not only stood up to him, but also called his intentions evil. We know that AFO's group ended up killing another that refused to join them, but they were actually evil, or at least AFO's group thought so. AFO didn't ask nor manipulate his own people into doing this, in fact, they are the ones who convinced him that it was the right choice. Had the second and third user not fought against him, AFO wouldn't have fought them either, but they not only stand up to him, they also assume the worst and steal his brother away. AFO finally snaps completely and decides that if everyone will treat him like a demon lord, he might as well act like one.

I am not condoning AFO locking Yoichi up, it's just that in this version AFO is a well-intentioned extremist who rationalizes his acts. He is also as mentioned far less of a monster and has more standards, had the (first few) OFA users not intervened, it still wouldn't be pretty, but he wouldn't have been as bad as him becoming the symbol of evil. Also, because of the OFA users AFO didn't keep his position of power, which is actually for the better, but had they not called him Demon Lord and had they tried to understand him, he would've actually gone way easier on them, though he still would've oppressed them and he likely wouldn't have given up without a fight. In this version he also never really got to rule over entire Japan, but had he, he would've been a dictator, albeit not nearly the worst.

Deku fears AFO might be in the right, or at least he fears he could've ended up like him if his life was different. AFO sees this and sees potential into turning the boy to the dark side, but he refuses. At the same, AFO sympathizes with Deku' pain, especially since he went through similar experiences, and feels respect for Deku for putting actual effort into understanding him and not just assuming the worst like every other hero. So AFO is hesitant to further hurt Deku.

Also, because why not? Have All Might retain his powers again. I know some people might dislike this, since they want for AFO and All Might to stay retired for the sake of the theme of passing the torch, but in this version AFO kept his promise of passing the torch to Tomura. AFO escaped prison, but he does smaller work at the moment. As for All Might, he gets entirely focused on saving Midoriya, so he doesn't really return as the number 1 hero, not for anyone else besides Deku anyway. Also, I don't plan for this to be the final arc in my reimagining (I don't know if I will ever write down an entire story though, I might simply limit myself to ideas, rather than a complete plot). So while All Might is back, the torch still (mostly) belongs to Deku. All Might also hears about AFO's past and is even more shocked than Midoriya.

This post turned out even longer than expected and I could go on even longer. You can disagree with this reimagining, but I personally love stories where the protagonist gets kidnapped, especially if they are competent fighters.

[blade-that-was-broken]

Maybe a spoiler question but where are all of the brothers/ what are they doing in Wrath and Ruin

Alright *cracks knuckles* this might be a little vit vague/not in depth cause I don't have everything entirely blocked out yet.

Wrath and Ruin

SPRUCE CLAY FLOYD HISTORY

SPRUCE

Spruce found Vacay Island, almost drowned, and began working for the inhabitants at a restaurant. He liked the fast movement, the relaxed personalities and learning to surf. He learned to cook new foods and was rather happy there. He stayed there for many years, probably at least 8 years up to ten. However, when the war sparked up again (several years after the destruction of the Troll tree that Spruce does not know about), the resort owner feared retaliation on his paradise for harboring a pop troll. Vacay Island was rather close to the Troll Kingdoms so they once in a while got some news. Thrash made bounties on any found Pop trolls (he’s looking for the string). And although the resort owner didn’t want to turn him in, he ended up kicking Spruce out. Spruce was heartbroken and forced back into the Troll Kingdoms. 

He didn’t go through Pop borders but rather whatever the closest one to Vacay Island was (excluding what used to be known as Techno) and was caught by a convoy of Rock Trolls. When they asked him what kind of troll he was, thinking perhaps pop, he couldn’t answer because he didn’t even know there were other trolls and he didn’t really understand he’s a pop troll. But some people in the town that he was found in backed him up, claiming as one of their own, which led to giving him a subgenre that he learned. 

He ends up living there for quite a while and has to learn a new type of music. This is where he learns about not only the other genres, but what happened to the Pop trolls and what is going on with the invasion and war. He is devastated and confused and overwhelmed with grief - as he thinks everyone, he loves is dead. 

CLAY

After the breakup, Clay goes back and forth between the Tree and not in the Tree. He has taken a few trips into the city - mostly to learn things - and therefore has gotten some more education but he keeps coming back to it, although he avoids his home and stays with friends on the outskirts of the Tree. (Tentative) 

Clay actually ends up with the Pop trolls and does not escape with Viva and gets to the Golf Course. Due to Thrash’s invasion (which to the Pop trolls, they do not understand and it mostly just causes chaos) the escape ended up being a little different and it did give the Pop trolls some better movement and time to escape. 

He does try to go back to his home when the escape occurs but he is cut off. He gets close and he may have spotted John Dory within the fray (Tentative) before getting cut off. One of his friends is zombified and Clay has no idea why his friend is going after him. Clay does escape him, although his friend is taken by a Bergen. He is dragged out by others and can only watch when the Troll Tree explodes. 

Later, when the pop trolls regroup, he discovers his Grandmother is not among them and receives reports from people that they had seen her taken by Bergens. When he cannot find his baby brother, he assumes the worst. He is devastated and blames himself - since he was in the Tree. His colors dull because of this but due to his desperation to prove himself, to be taken seriously, he does not go entirely hopeless/gray. 

So he puts himself to work. Or at least he tries to. After the village is constructed, he tries to build up defensive capabilities (possibly even electricity, not certain) and there is a learning curve - as he is still very young. Due to his desperation to be taken seriously, other trolls sometimes find him rather annoying and rarely do. This is mostly because of how he acts, as it can be kind of obnoxious. Part of the reason they don’t take him seriously as well, is less because of the old fun boy persona and more because he is so young. Coupling that with his actions/new personality, it’s not a great combination. 

Trying to appease everyone, King Peppy gives Clay a task of creating a library. It is away from people and Clay pours everything he has into it. He takes it all very seriously - to the point that people don’t really want to affiliate much - and although over the years, Clay believes the people are taking him seriously, they mostly aren’t, thinking him childish. 

Due to his personality, aversion and such - and because that is who she is - Poppy makes a point to befriend him. She becomes a bit of a bookworm because of him and learns new ways to scrapbook. Clay wasn’t exactly friends with Viva at the Tree but he knew about her. He never really got the memo that she doesn’t exist anymore so if the topic may come up (it might not), he would be the one to tell her. 

FLOYD

Floyd left and found some bandmates on the outskirts of the Troll Kingdoms before Thrash’s attack. They thought they could make it big in the city, since the kingdoms were pretty isolated. Some bandmates might not be trolls but live near the borders. Uncertain. Either way, everyone was kind out of out of the way small town types so they never got the news of Thrash’s invasion before they left. 

There was some struggle but they found a niche and got semi famous. They had no idea what was happening in the Troll Kingdoms - the rest of the world didn’t know. Although they shared some good fortune, Floyd’s band broke up after about 7 years, after their second album. Some decided to go home, others decided to go solo. 

Floyd blamed himself for the failure (it wasn’t) and didn’t think he could return home with that failure. He fell onto some hard times and turned to gambling (which runs in the family) and became a bit addicted to it. It got to the point that he has spent time in prison. Between the music slump, the gambling and the prison time, Floyd accrued quite the debt with loan sharks. 

And then he heard the news. He got a letter from an old bandmate. It was explained that it took a while to find Floyd’s address and condolences were sent. The letter mentioned the war, what happened to the pop trolls and told Floyd not to come back. 

He doesn’t listen.

[rantingsofthehumanmind]

The Value of a Dollar

Continuation of A Diamond in the Rough

Thank you Sky Castle for ruining my brain with the caste system of society but here's the sequel a reader asked for.

1.3k words SFW, Loki is just full of bad vibes

As always by clicking read more you are acknowledging you are over 18 and are comfortable with dark or implied dark themes

The next few days after your breakup is… expected. Loki calls, texts and leaving gifts at your apartment and you muting, blocking and sending back his attempts. It's a tedious back and forth till it completely stops, no missed calls from unknown numbers or weird vague texts. Just silence.

The apartment itself felt even worse. There was a lingering smell you couldn't quite recognize. The objects in your room seemed slightly out of place and now some of your clothing seems to have gone missing. Like the plaid scarf your mother gave you.

You gladly accept the peace but with it comes an odd sense of paranoia. Whenever you made it home you felt on you as you opened the doors to your building. Weird cars parked out in front with dark tinted windows, youve started writing them down but they seem to have different plates everytime.

The paranoia seems to follow you at work as well. Your company was preparing to go public and hit the stock market and your team was tasked with creating the earning report for possible shareholders. But despite the hectic schedule people still found the time to talk to you. Constant person questions on your daily life and schedule, most of the people who came up to you were people you hardly recognized or never spoke to. Even going as far as glancing at your phone and your work computer.

At one point you've decided to cut your losses and avoid as much human contact as possible. Working outside instead of your desk, playing work related audio to seem busy and sitting close to the door during meetings for a quick exit.

The plan is quite successful until you receive an email from Wilson, your supervisor on your latest behavior. This leads you to where you are now. In front of your supervisor's door knocking with enough butterflies in your stomach to make you vomit on the spot.

There's a bit of whispering in the office as you press your ear to the door until you hear him call you in and you wonder why he organized the meeting if he was already busy with someone else. You step in offering an apology for disturbing him when you felt your heart drop seeing a familiar face looking back at you from the seat across from your boss.

Wilson is all smiles when you walk in standing up to push you in as he closes the door. "You're still as punctual as ever huh? Take a seat, take a seat. I was just chatting with your boyfriend here. You never told us you were dating, Loki Laufysen. Were you the one who suggested he take up our stock?"

You stare blankly ahead, mind racing to make sense of the situation and can only stutter out one thought, "We-We're not dat-"

Loki offers a warm smile to your boss as he interrupts you."Of course she didn't. She has always been the secretive type haven't you?" He grabs your hand and you attempt to pull away with no success.

"Well we wouldn't want to get caught in any legal issues. But here I am talking your ear off. I'll leave you two lovebirds the room." Wilson walks towards the door and you stand attempting to block his exit.

"Sir, what about the email? My meeting?"

"No worries, Loki told me the situation. I'll tell your project lead to reduce your workload. Can't believe you've been organizing the paperwork for Loki's portfolio as well. You sure are quite the busy bee." Wilson leaves with a wave and you're left with a gnawing feeling in your chest as you sit back down.

Loki begins to gently stroke your skin with his thumb and lifts it up to offer a chaste kiss before repeating the gesture. "Now how have you been, my dear."

"I was fine before seeing your face."

Loki hums, "You know I was really heartbroken after that day. I felt resentful and betrayed at how easily you seem to have thrown away our relationship." His grip on your hand tightens causing a sharp and agonizing pain.

"But then I realized I wasn't paying attention to your needs. So here I am, what would you like? The company? I've already made a hefty deal on the stocks you can basically own it and never work again. How about a new house just the two of us, I know your apartment feels a bit cluttered with the stuff you have. We can go house shopping today if you like. We can drive around some of the neighborhoods or just pick a plot of land to build on we'd have to get county approval but that should take little time-"

As Loki rambles you zone him out to focus on observing his current state. Despite the act he put on earlier you see in his face that he's tired. Sullen bags under his eyes and his hair seems over greased and unwashed. Even his eyes seem a bit off. You look down and see your plaid scarf on his neck. "That's my scarf isn't it?"

Loki pauses and touches the cloth, "Yes, I missed you so much I decided to use some of your clothing to remind me of you. Do you like it?"

"I don't remember leaving this at your apartment, why do you have it."

"Work must be really tough for you. So busy you can't remember even the little things." He gets down on his knees in front of you and gathers both of your hands in his on your lap. "So, what do you think? What would you like to start with?"

"Loki, I don't think you fully processed what happened. We are broken up. There is no second chance, money can't resolve this before or now. I want you out of this office, out of this zip code and out of my life."

The silence that follows is heavy and uncomfortable. Loki doesn't look you in the eye as he stands but he gives your hand a soft squeeze before pacing the room. "Darling, you always were shortsighted."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The money itself never has to reach you." Your brows furrow when the true meaning of his words hits you.

You jump up from your chair and shove Loki against a wall. "You! You're the reason my coworkers are acting so weird lately. Did you buy them off?"

"Please why would I reach so low." He points to the roof of the office, "When the jackpot is so cheap."

"So what? You bought off the company? I'll quit, I hate this job anyway."

"And risk thousands of jobs with me pulling out my offer?"

"If they were dumb enough to follow whatever they were told to do they deserve the consequences."

"How about I do you better. The house your mom lives in is fully paid for correct?"

"Don't you fucking dare-"

With a smirk on his face, Loki lifts his hands in defense. "I wouldn't dare hurt my mother-in-law but many of the neighbors around her aren't too lucky keeping things afloat. Would be lucky if they bills suddenly increased and everyone else was forced to move out. It would create some gossip and some uncomfortable confrontations."

"The cars in front of my building, is that you?"

"I have to make sure you are safe, sweetheart."

"My God, what is wrong with you? I just want my peace back. What do you want from me?!" There's already tears running down your face and you can barely make out anything but Loki's bright green eyes.

"Hm... What I want?" He takes off his coat and places it on your shoulders in an affectionate manner. "I want you right by my side. The place where you should be."

"But the cars? This little company of yours? That's just a little taste of the true power of money." He pauses for a moment, his hands squeezing your shoulders as he looks deep into your eyes. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he leans in until his lips are just inches from yours. Then pulls back to reach your ear. "And we both know that I can do a lot worse with the income I have."

His coat on your shoulder feels like a heavy blanket of defeat sinking you down in the blackhole that is Loki Laufysen. With the coat giving off the same unfamiliar scent you smelled in your apartment.

[lets-try-some-writing]

🔥 Character development

Most bots could have used more development, but I have one in particular I feel needed more time to develop. Perhaps it is popular, perhaps it isn't. At this point I am unsure considering how vague the fandom can be on this topic, but in my not so humble opinion...

Ratchet was done dirty.

Ratchet is a mech theoretically old enough to have possibly seen Predacons walk the surface of Cybertron when he was young only to have forgotten it with age. Ratchet quite possibly lived through the Quintession Cybertronian conflict, and he has seen the worst and the best of Cybertron and its people. He knows all that his people is capable of and he is one of the greatest doctors to ever live. But of course, this doesn't come without a fair share of trauma and personality.

It was established early that Ratchet, while loyal to Optimus, cared more for Cybertron and victory than anything else. He was bitter, old, and so very tired of it all. He wanted to find a way to defeat Megatron and restore Cybertron, that was all. The humans grew on him yes, but the goal never changed. After his devotion and after so long of having this goal bubbling beneath the surface, I would have loved to see Ratchet truly reconsider his allegiance. He is a doctor, a war veteran, and someone desperate just to ensure his people don't die out.

I wanted to see more of the conflict between his loyalty to his oldest friend and his desire to reach the 'greater good' and save their people. Especially after the Omega Lock I would have been thrilled (heartbroken) to see Ratchet walk away. He trusted Optimus to save their people and win the war and yet every. single. time... Optimus let Megatron live and chose humanity over their own. I am well aware that there were reasons, but Ratchet has one goal at the end of the day. Ratchet deserved the chance to see that even his leader has fallen a degree (at least in his mind) and make a choice that would actually have long term consequences. There has always been such potential in Ratchet for both good and evil and at this point I would pay a great deal to see him get the chance to explore those aspects of himself.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

“Mornin’ Gary…” the body that was previously hugging him leaves suddenly, the bed shifting as the body sits up and turns.

Ghost only has a moment to wonder where Roach is going before it clicks in his brain, causing him to bolt upright and turn toward the other. Soap looks back at him, teary eyes and small, heartbroken smile on his face as he whispers, “Hey Ghost.”

And something in the way he says it and the way he looks at him let’s him know that he’s gone too far. Mistaken the man for someone long dead one too many times for it to be forgiven this time.

“Johnny…” Said lieutenant shakes his head, wiping at his eyes uselessly as a sob works its way out of his mouth.

“It’s… fine. I get it, don’t worry about it.” But its not fine. Cause it’s been years of Simon and Johnny and even longer since Gary, so he shouldn’t be holding on so much still.

Ghost reaches out, tries to pull the other man in and apologise like every other time this has happened. But instead of crumbling in and accepting it Soap flinches away from him, moves off the bed and away from Simon, refusing to look at him as he continues to try and rid himself of tears.

“I- I love you. So much Simon… But I don’t know if you even see me anymore.” It’s unfair of him to do it but it’s also unfair of Ghost to expect him to forgive and forget every single time.

He’s been hoping, every single day, for five years that maybe Ghost won’t mistake him that morning. Maybe he’ll say that he loves him. Maybe, in his half aware states it’ll be Johnny’s name that escapes his lips and not Roach’s.

But maybe he’s a fool for ever having thought it a possibility, “I will wait forever for you Simon. You know I will, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’m so sorry.”

Ghost feels like the worst human to ever exist. To have Johnny apologise to him for something that was never his fault rips Ghost up inside and makes him wish that the Scot had never met him. Cause then maybe he could’ve been saved from this pain.

<><><><><>

“Gaz? Where’s Price I need to speak to him.”

Said man shot him a confused look, head tilted as he gestured vaguely, “They didn’t tell you? Him and Soap left on a mission a month ago.”

Ghost frowned, crossing his arms as he spoke, “Well when will they be back?”

Gaz looked to the ceiling for a moment, probably thinking his answer over, “Tomorrow? They haven’t gotten back to us in a while.”

Ghost nodded, deciding he’d just have to wait till then before he could do what he wanted. He knew his captain was pissed at him for what he’d done to Soap - who was like a son to the man - so he was hoping that with this he could make it up to both of them.

He had worked through his issues, gone to see people and learnt to let go of Roach because it was long past due. He was desperate to prove to Johnny that he could make them work, be what the man needed now.

When the next day comes there’s something heavy sitting in his gut. Some sort of unexplainable feeling that was trying to warn him of something. It’s not until the heli lands that he finally realised why he’s feeling it.

It’s just Ghost and Gaz waiting on the tarmac, watching the heli descend and land. Price comes stumbling out, the man looking beaten and bloody with blood and dirt still fresh on his person.

His eyes look around wildly for a minute before they’re settling on Ghost, then the gaze turns steely and sorrow filled all at once. Price marches toward him before slamming something into his chest, words coming out ragged and angry.

“Even in his last moments he was still apologising to you” Price turns back to the heli, walking away without another word.

Ghost is confused for a moment before he’s looking down at what the captain left with him. It’s Johnny’s journal and dog tags, both of which have blood dried on them.

Ghost can feel his knees give out, the pain ricocheting up his legs as he hits the floor nothing compared to the pain now ravaging his heart.

[indiemedley]

Undertale Orange Concepts

Okay, so, after binging every piece of content I could squeeze out of Undertale Yellow, I found myself inspired to write some concepts for a possible Undertale Orange game, and I sorta got carried away. Made an idea for the main character and the main antagonist, but still working on the rest. If y'all like it and wanna see more, tell me and I will continue to think really hard

My concept for a theoretical Undertale Orange named the human Jessie, which was derived from Gesture, because in the Photoshop Flowey fight, the healing attacks from Bravery was a thumbs up, a gesture of goodwill.

My concept for the main antag of Undertale Orange is named Masquerade (pronounced Masker Odd), a tall humanoid figure who wears a large tophat and an elegant black and white mask. He's a very enigmatic figure, and only appears when Jessie is alone. He's got a very vested interest in seeing them succeed and seems to be the only one who hasn't attempted to kill Jess. In fact, he was actually the one with the medical skills to patch Jessie up after their fall into the Underground, since the flowers hadn't grown in yet, so, they broke their ribs. When the player gets far into the game, they'll eventually see popular fiction books with a character who looks startlingly like Masquerade. Eventually, it's revealed Masquerade is a robot, the only successful one of many failed prototypes, of the character built by a mourning roboticist.

The roboticist's partner was the one who wrote the successful fiction book, and when they fell down, the roboticist was heartbroken and tried to replicate the characters to keep a vague legacy alive. Eventually, their lab was shut down when the Core had to expand to power the Underground, sorta taking over the lab for the Core's maintenance. Masquerade, however, was activated, and spent the first year of his life clawing his way out of the scrap heap of his clones. Upon learning the nature of his existence, he was stricken with a need to find a purpose, one he ripped pieces of from his fictional counterpart.

He was programmed to hunt humans, as that was the cause of the author's death, but he quickly grew to hate monsters as well due to his isolation and ostracization. He planned to goad the human (Jessie) into killing, thus sparking further tensions between humans and monsters, ensuring the war between the two species would never end, mutually assured destruction. So, he saved Jessie when they fell from above. If Jessie goes pacifist, he's pissed and tries to take matters into his own hands.

This leads to another character walloping him with a blast that breaks half of his mask, exposing the machinery and wiring. Then he engages them in combat, using physical attacks rather than magical ones, that way, Jessie can't just heal with some crummy food, instead inflicting serious actual attacks. Or, well, he would if he didn't get blasted into next week, damaging his body beyond repair. His wounded form inches off as the cast regroups, only for the Core to start heating exponentially. They know it's coming from the Robotics Lab that got assimilated into the Core, and pursue Masquerade there. He's plugged himself into the systems and has started to Overclock the Core. He explains that he alerted the citizens about the Human heading to the Core before he started heating it up. He aims to cause a full scale meltdown, Chernobyl level destruction, that would all be pinned on Jessie, which would cement humans as the enemies for good, at least, for whatever monsters remained.

There IS more for this concept and final confrontation stuff, but mainly just testing the waters to see if y'all like the direction it's going

[forevfangirlwrites]

try calling me baby (like trying on clothes)

She puts a hand on the door handle, a little afraid of what she might find. She did leave Piper unattended for almost 8 hours, after all.

Not by choice, of course, but she had two papers and an exam to get through, and a heartbroken Piper was not conducive for that. So she’d left her friend in a blanket burrito on the couch with a pint of ice cream and her favorite movie in hopes that she’d be okay enough for the next few hours.

“Hello?” she calls out, entering the apartment. So far so good. Other than the mess on the coffee table, everything is pretty intact. Though she gets no response and there is a distinct lack of Piper in the room.

Annabeth drops her backpack and wades further into the apartment, setting down the coffee she’d brought for her roommate on the kitchen counter.

“Piper?” she calls again, walking the short hall to the bedrooms. The bathroom is empty and the door to Piper’s room is closed.

She approaches it, just about to knock when she hears a sound coming from the room.

Was that…

She stumbles at her own speed to back away from the door when it’s confirmed that the sound was, in fact, a moan.

Retreating to the living room, she lets out a tired sigh. Well, that’s one way to deal with a break-up. Probably not the healthiest, but it’s not like Annabeth can do anything about it.

She considers her options, which are locking herself in her room with headphones or finding some other place to pass some time. But before she can make up her mind, a knock on the front door breaks her thoughts.

Unless Piper ordered food that she forgot about, Annabeth has no idea who it could be. Though it does occur to her as she’s opening the door that it might be Jason, in which case everything is going to get a whole lot more awkward. 

Thankfully, it’s not Jason. The guy standing in front of her is undeniably attractive though, with black messy hair and the prettiest sea-green eyes she’s ever seen.

“Uh, hi,” he says, looking at her uncertainly. “Sorry to bother you, but, um, does Piper live here?”

Immediately, her guard is up. She’s sure she’s never seen this guy before (because she most definitely would have remembered) and he’s asking about her friend?

“Who wants to know?”

“I’m Jason’s friend,” he starts, running his hand through his hair . “Her boyfriend, or ex, or whatever. Anyway, I was wondering if he’s here. I mean with Piper, that is if Piper lives here.”

“Um...I’m not sure…”

He shoots her a wry smile. “I promise I’m not a creep, I’m just trying to find Jason since the fucker slipped away under my watch while I was in the bathroom at the bar and I need to find him before Frank kills me.”

Frank…she’s pretty sure she vaguely remembers some guy named Frank being Jason’s roommate. Well, this does make things interesting. 

Annabeth smiles back. “No I mean I’m not sure because Piper is uh...preoccupied…”

She sees the moment it dawns on him. “Oh…OH.”

“Yeah,” she nods grimly. “I just got home so I don’t know who, but now that you say Jason’s missing…”

He tilts his head towards her. “You think it’s Jason?”

She shrugs. “Well, if it isn’t then it’s going to be really awkward. But I mean, you wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t think there was a possibility he’d be here.”

He nods, leaning in the doorframe and crossing his arms. She is a little entranced by the way his arm muscles flex against his t-shirt. “Yeah, he was tipsy and kept saying that if he could just see her…”

She sighs. “Honestly, I just finished two papers and an exam, I don’t have the capacity to deal with this.”

He chuckles and even that is cute. “Neither do I. I say it’s their problem and wash my hands of it.”

“I wish I could do that but I live here.” 

He smiles, his first actual smile and, well, fuck. “Well, I still got a tab open at the bar so you’re welcome to join me if you want.”

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[lyinginthesnow]

i don't know if you still think about Bad Succession but i have a proposal: instead of shiv actually cheating on tom with nate, nate is actually shiv's Sexist Jerk Ex Boyfriend that she hates and is only working with out of convenience that flirts with her but she never reciprocates. but then one day tom sees nate make a move on shiv and immediately assumes that she's cheating on him, but then he doesn't get to see shiv shove him away afterwards and berate him. there's an entire arc in season 1 all about this miscommunication where tom breaks the engagement off because of what he saw and shiv is heartbroken but is determined to have tom realize it was all a misunderstanding and get him back. shiv stands outside of their apartment (that tom kicked her out of) holding up a radio playing Their Song (you can decide what it is) and tom peeks out of the window. he starts tearing up a little and there's a flashback to the night they met and that song was playing but once it fades out he shakes his head and goes "i'm sorry shiv... but we're over." before shutting the window. then one episode while at a business party nate sees shiv again. he's all like "well well well, i hear things didn't work between you and mr. minnesota. maybe it's time you give old natey a chance, eh shiv?" but then shiv is like "yeah well tom and i are going to get back together. we're just... in a rough spot right now." and nate's like "oh come on. what could you possibly see in him? you should just forget about boring tom and get with an exciting guy like me." then there's a pause and shiv is like. "okay. you really wanna know what i see in tom, nate? i see the love of my life. my biggest supoorter. i know that if i get into trouble, he'll be there to have my back. that's a lot more than i can say for an entitled douchebag like you, who's so blinded by his privilege and toxic masculinity that he can't think of anyone other than himself. yeah, tom's not from the big city, and he doesn't have the biggest house or car, but you know what? that's because he worked for what he got instead of having it handed to him, and if you think that makes him boring, then so be it. i'm more than proud to have him as my partner. and... as my future husband!" then she splashes the wine she's holding in his face before walking away and there's a shot of nate looking all shocked. she goes to sulk outside when tom comes out to sit next to her. he's like "hey... so... i saw what you said to nate. did you really mean all that?" and shiv is like "tom... of course i did." and tom's like "i thought... at the party before, that you were cheating on me with him." and shiv is like "WHAT? god, tom, no! i would never cheat on you." and tom's like "well.. now i feel so guilty. i'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, shiv." and shiv's like "and i'm sorry that i never told you about what nate was like before, tom. let's agree never to let a misunderstanding like this get in between us again!" then they kiss and the engagement is back on and they get married.

oh absolutely. and thank u for such a complete and elaborate proposal :) im obsessed w tom leaving before he can see her shoving nate away. that’s the kind of misunderstanding that would be aggravatingly dragged out over a season for sure. and it’s sad to lose the dinner party where she and roman make fun of tom’s suits, but you’re right, Bad Succession shiv would have to work up the courage to defend tom against the elitism of her peers.

i had some vague thoughts about Bad Succession tomshiv, which your ideas align with, in terms of tom and shiv being more bland and conventionally sympathetic, and this being accomplished by focusing on external interpersonal factors sabotaging the relationship, removing blame from tom and shiv themselves. the issues would be Misogyny (in the most direct, non-systemic way possible) and Her Evil Dad. the struggles within shiv regarding the harm she causes tom to maintain a feeling of safety within the relationship would get phased out pretty quick. I’m thinking when tom proposes, she’s hesitant. She says “I think you should know, before you get too close… I’m Damaged”. but over the course of their marriage she lets down her armour and learns to Love In A Healthy Way. as for their career ambitions, they would eventually learn that Love is the most important thing. tom would have an emotional moment where he says “i love you, not your money, you” (bc in this alternate universe that’s 100% unquestionably true, deep down beneath the seductions of wealth and power he’s just a boy from saint paul who fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the world) and at the end they’d run off together to a trailer park

also Their Song would be Uptown Girl. sorry to steal that from kendall’s kidnapping fantasy vehicular manslaughter extravaganza but Bad Succession would have used it here first

[sea-owl]

As You know i've been practically stalking all of your Bridgerton posts, and i'm sorry. I'm not exactly new on Tumblr but i'm always on it for a few months and then I disappear for years so i'm not sure about the protocol? (Kinda like "don't like a pic from past years on IG) but I wanted to ask...

Do we have Peneloise in The Older! Penelope AU? Or is it more of the kind of relationship Daphne would want with Eloise?

Also, in the Peneleus AU does Eloise know? Did Violet tried to pair them up? Was Eloise on board because that meant they could be spinsters together? Was Portia having an aneurysm? Was anyone suspicious of her not trying to marry his son? Or they assumed it was because she did not want to lose her power as Lady Featherington?

Oh, I don't mind, I love seeing old posts get love and reading others' thoughts on them. If only the new ones got love, that would be rather boring. Plus, none of my Bridgerton posts are even a year old yet.

For the Older Penlope AU Penelope's Bridgerton best friend is Benedict, they're the same age with only one year apart, and they do their artsy stuff together. There would be a nine year age difference between Penelope and Eloise in this au so at most Penelope sees Eloise as either her best friend's little sister, or a pseudo little sister no different than her own younger sisters like Felicity.

I can see Eloise having a crush on Penelope when she's younger. She sees Penelope as this older girl who does things she likes like reading and writing. She's a spinster too and already best friends with Eloise's favorite brother. Maybe she's a little heartbroken when she comes to the (wrong) realization that Benedict and Penelope are going to get married once Benedict has things sorted out. But having Penelope married to her favorite brother isn't too bad either.

When Benophie and Polin announce their engagements, along with Benedict and Penelope explaining they never saw each other as more than best friends Eloise's jaw dropped. First she was wrong, which she says she never is, and second, she could have been the one to steal Penelope away?!

For the Peneleus AU, no Eloise does not know. Penelope has been told her whole life very strictly that no one was to know her true gender. Obviously, her parents know, and her older sisters have some vague memories of Penelope instead of Peneleus, but they were so young it could be played off as imagination. Phillip knows too, but he's "technically family since he married cousin Marina," and Penelope has gone to him all the time about advice for medical plants, despite the fact he's not a medical doctor Pen! This trip to Romney Hall is the first-time people outside the family knew of Penelope's true gender, and she can't exactly hide it with that baby bump.

Also, the Pen and Eloise friendship would be tricky in this au. I would like to have them friends, but I would have to be more careful about how to figure it out. Penelope would have been more guarded due to her secret and mixed with how nosy and unrelenting Eloise can be, I could see it causing a huge amount of tension between them. That's not adding into the fact of how rude, and somewhat childish show Eloise can be. Penelope took over as Lord Featherington at a young age in au, and we've already seen her get annoyed at Eloise in the show with how obsessive she was over Whisteldown. I can see it playing out as them as friends when they were younger but by the time Penelope was thrusted into her position as head of the family. I can see them drifting apart because frankly Penelope has things she needs to do that Eloise would not or possibly refuse to understand. This is would also probably be around the time Penelope would go to Anthony for advice about being head of the family. They would probably get closer again once the rest of the Bridgertons are slowly told of Penelope's true gender.

I think some would be suspicious of Portia not trying to marry off her son. Some would probably at first chalk it up to how young Peneleus is when he becomes Lord Featherington. I don't remember if I picked which one I wanted to use, but it would range between 14-17 if I was going to go with the father's death date as in the books or in the show. Most Regency men didn't marry until their 30s so it wouldn't be a surprise if Peneleus chose to focus on the barony and establish his career, possibly sow his wild oats before settling down. Others who are aware of the Featherington debts probably assume Peneleus is working on fixing those that he can't be bothered to look for a bride. Also, he has siblings, it wouldn't be the first time a lord decided to make their nephew their heir. Of course, now that Penelope has her own heir cooking in the oven that might complicate things.

When Penelope told her mother she was pregnant, Portia most definitely almost had an aneurysm.