#this started off as a joke between friends but honestly... its just true!

[faggotsnufffilm]

Georgie Cooper is bigender and bisexual ...

Just a peek into my twisted psyche

[bri-cheeses]

| June 4th | Prompt: Love | Word count: 815 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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“Gather round, everyone!” Slughorn called out cheerfully, herding students towards the cauldron at the front of the classroom. “Today we will be brewing one of the most famous potions in history. Can anyone tell me what this potion we have here is?”

Barty barely resisted rolling his eyes as some Ravenclaw eagerly answered the question, looking way too proud of herself for getting it right. Really, anyone with eyes could tell what the potion was, especially with the way Slughorn had introduced it to the class—amortentia, of course, the potion of love.

Slughorn went on and on about the potion and its history, which, frankly, no one cared about, then finally told everyone to find another partner and start brewing.

Naturally, he and Evan immediately latched onto each other. Next to them, Dorcas, Regulus, and Pandora set up their own station and hunted for ingredients.

But despite having been paired with his friends, the next two periods were torture for Barty. True, pure, unrelenting torture. The fumes from the cauldron rose up and gave him a headache—and the incessant giggling going on in the classroom did not help with the pain pounding in skull. In addition to this, the fires the students all had lit in order to make their potions caused the room to overheat to a miserable temperature.

Honestly, Barty felt as though he were being cooked alive.

Things only got worse once they were done brewing. The pale pink liquid sat in his and Evan’s cauldron, taunting Barty with curiosity and fear of what it might smell like. He had actually been breathing through his mouth for the past couple of minutes, not wanting to get a whiff before he absolutely had to.

Next to him, Evan didn’t look like he was in much better shape. Somewhere between the start of class and now, he had unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows, displaying his strong forearms. He was clearly overheated based on the pink coloring his cheeks, and he was staring at the cauldron like it had personally offended him. Barty could see that he was breathing through his mouth, too.

“Alright, everyone, take a step up to your potions! And make sure to get a nice, deep smell!” Slughorn chuckled, and a murmur spread through the classroom.

Barty glanced at Evan.

“You wanna go first?” Barty asked.

Evan grimaced slightly, then took a hesitant step towards the cauldron, and Barty watched him closely as he breathed in. His eyes fluttered closed as the various smells hit him, his long lashes ghosting over his skin.

“What do you smell?” Barty questioned, extremely curious as to what Evan would smell in a love potion.

“Snow,” he said, eyes still closed. “Vanilla, the ocean, and—” he faltered. His eyes opened, then blinked as if he were trying to reset.

“And what?”

“Nothing,” Evan muttered. “Your turn.”

Barty gave him an odd look, not failing to notice the way Evan’s had paled since smelling the potion. He didn’t comment on it, however, as a tight ball of nerves gathered in his stomach.

He leaned over the cauldron. That pink liquid was still taunting him, playing some sort of cruel joke.

Might as well get it over with, though.

So, steeling himself, Barty breathed in.

Campfire smoke. Pumpkin pie. The smell of rain.

Roses.

Barty stumbled back, legs tripping over each other in his haste to get away. Evan wordlessly caught him and helped him find his balance, but Barty shrugged his touch off.

“What did you smell there, Crouch?” Regulus asked from where he and the others had been brewing their potion.

Barty looked over. An amused look lingered on Regulus’s face, having apparently watched the entire thing, and Barty had the feeling that Regulus knew exactly what he had smelled.

“Nothing,” he said shortly. “Just usual things. Smoke, pie, the like.”

“Smell anything else?” Pandora inquired innocently from beside Regulus.

Really? Her, too?

“No. That was it,” Barty snapped, turning back to Evan, who was looking at him with an assessing look, his head tilted.

“What?” Barty asked.

“Nothing,” he responded, going to gather his things.

“‘Nothing,” Dorcas echoed softly from behind them. It was quiet enough that Barty got the impression it wasn’t meant for his or Evan’s ears, so naturally, he strained to listen. Next to him, he could tell that Evan was doing the exact same thing.

“They both keep saying that,” Dorcas continued, still whispering, “but they do realize we’re not as oblivious as they are, right?”

Barty and Evan looked at each other in confusion at their friend’s words.

“Do you know what she’s talking about?” Evan asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Barty shook his head. “No idea. But we’ll get to the bottom of it, won’t we?”

A grin spread across Evan’s face. Barty loved it when that happened.

“That we will, Crouch. That we will.”

[lixielovess]

"and i still dont care, i only care about you and how you feel. if it meant that I'd have to kill everyone in the world except for you and then myself just to prove that i love you, then I'll do so."

hyunjin x fem!chubby!reader

warnings: reader is insecure about her body, implied ED, swearing

genre: angst, fluff

hyunjin was a childhood friend of yours, you always hung out with him and you enjoyed being around him. but you were always considered the 'ugly' friend by your other friends, sometimes your family and you yourself agreed sometimes.. ofcourse he never did, he thought you were absolutely beautiful, tough he never said it.

when you were in junior high school, you could never be friends with anyone without someone shipping you two, but with you.. everyone always considered it as a joke. like you were a joke, people kept teasing hyunjin about liking you and he always denied it, and you believed him. he was never harsh about it he was genuinely nice, he was always polite with it but it always seemed to hurt you. you loved him, and deep down he knew he liked you aswell.

he was the handsome popular guy and you were just another one of his fangirls who just happened to be one of his friends. though you did have girl friends alot of girls seemed to hate you because you were friends with hyunjin, saying that you only hung out with him to distract yourself from how fugly you actually are. and honestly you thought the same, it was to the point you starved yourself and had to go to the hospital because you didn't eat the normal amount of food a healthy person should eat for about a month, but despite not eating almost anything at all you still looked like that.

and suddenly when you were in highschool in senior year when in the schools garden, he stood infront of you, bouquet in hand looking straight into your eyes "y/n y/l/n i-... i loved you.. i always have.. so please-" you cut him off. "is this some sort of joke..?" he froze up, confused, time seemed to stop as he just stared at you completely confused "what?"

"did one of your friends force you to do this? did you lose a bet? do you think its funny 'confessing' to the ugly chubby girl?" you we're used to it, guys confessing to you, going out with you because it was a dare or a jokey joke. but its happened to you over and over again for too many times to the point where you couldn't tell the difference between that and the real thing... and when someone actually had feelings, that someone being hyunjin, you turned him down because you didn't trust anyone that said they liked you, either way if it was true or not.

"Y/n-" "save it." angry tears welled up in your eyes as he just stared at you in disbelief "listen! please- im not joking! i genuinely do-" you grit your teeth, holding in your tears as you try not to break down sobbing "i thought you were my friend, hyunjin."

"i am! and i want us to be more than that-"

"Liar! you don't like me, i know you don't. you denied it since we were 10 and even until now you still do. feelings don't change overnight. i cant believe i thought you were my friend, never talk to me again you piece of shit" you ran off into somewhere, you dont know where you just walked. a few hours later you somehow arrived home, you waltzed into your room and just locked yourself in there.

days go by and you return to school completely ignoring him, everytime he came to talk to you, you just brushed him off like he was nothing.

your friends still hung out with him, and they brought you along when they hung out with him, but what else could you do? not hang out with your friends who've known you for years..? no. eventually you forgave him and tolerated him, and started hanging out with eachother more and more.

it wasn't until recently when you guys were alone, he took your hand and looked straight into your eyes when he confessed, again. "i.. i just wanted you to know that it wasnt a joke, i genuinely did love you back then and i didn't care about how you looked you were absolutely beautiful regardless. and i still dont care, i only care about you and how you feel. if it meant that I'd have to kill everyone in the world except for you and then myself just to prove that i love you, then I'll do so."

[ttarpii]

satisfied - sakusa k. - Prologue

May 5, 2014 ~ 800 words

m.list

For as long as she could remember, yn had the privilege of Sakusa Kiyoomi's presence in her life. In the beginning, he was just a subtle light that would creep in through the blinds of her heart, but day by day, his light would eventually envelop her being in a soft, yet persistent warmth, and their souls would intertwine into a beautiful knot of friendship.

Everyone has their special person, their other half that complements them in every way. Someone who can tell how you feel without a second glance, someone who can soften your heart when times are tough, and bring out the best of you, all while simultaneously healing the wounds that you didn't even know you had. Sakusa had always been her special person, and she liked to hold onto the greedy feeling that perhaps, she was his.

For the majority of it's existence, their relationship was that of best friends, and neither questioned or addressed it, because, what was the point? When they were kids, anyone could tell that the pair were inseparable. But as people grow up, the concept of two people of the opposite gender being "just friends" becomes more and more unfeasible. In highschool, their classmates didn't ignore the gentle privilege that only yn recieved from the moody spiker.

"Yn, aren't you gonna confront that new girl? Its embarrassing how hard she's tryna get with Sakusa.."

"Why would I care if she wants to date him? They'd make a cute couple honestly 🤔"

"so you're telling me there's seriously nothing going on between you guys?? You're joking right..? I've known Sakusa for 2 years and the only times I've seen him smile are when he's with you, AND TRUST ME, MY INSTINCTS ARE TELLING ME ITS LOVE. 😏"

"I mean.. I've never really thought about it that way before, but I'm sure it's just because we've known eachother so long 😭"

"you're stronger than I could ever be yn, you have this total hottie at your beck and call and you don't like him a little bit?? 😔"

Conversations about their relationship were frequent, and they only grew day by day. At first, Yn was annoyed. Sakusa was her best friend, and it felt like people were insulting their decade long friendship. But as the conversations only dragged on, she started to tolerate them, and then, she started to listen. It was undoubtedly true that Sakusa treated her differently from everybody else, and it was also true that he was indeed very handsome. She never noticed it growing up, but his curly locks framed his face in the perfect way, and his eyes had a special charm to them that fit his chiseled features. Not to mention, the moles adourning his face only added to his beauty. It wasn't long until she realized her feelings. That what she thought was platonic was actually much more complex.

Her friends and peers would only feed her delusions, and eventually, she started to act differently around him, hoping he'd maybe take the hint, confess his undying love for her, and then make a dashing proposal asking her to be his girlfriend. The changes were subtle, she would start wearing makeup around him, be just a tad bit more touchy, and of course bring up romance every so often.

But even if the changes were subtle, of course her best friend would immediately notice them. And of course, he would react, right? But, he didn't? And maybe that was the first sign that something was off. He never gave her any hints back of the possibility of liking her. And eventually, she could tell her efforts were in vain, because the comfort they typically had was gone. An outsider wouldnt have noticed anything, but she knew. There was an uncertainess in his smile, and his voice and touch wavered. She had been wondering when he would recognize her efforts, until she realized. She finally figured out the quintessential fact that shattered her world. The eyes he gave her were special, but they were always set for something else. Sure, he was different with her, but with volleyball, he shown the brightest, and she knew her presence could never give him what volleyball gave him.

He knew of her feelings, but he would never like her back.

It was a simple, yet obvious conclusion. She had been making a fool of herself, how could she call herself his bestfriend if she couldnt even notice how he felt about her? They were strictly platonic, nothing else. In a fit of embarrassment, the extra attention she gave him vanished quickly, and were replaced with larger walls intended to protect him from her evergrowing feelings. And as they grew up, these childish feelings of hers only grew, but as they increased she would only get better at hiding them. Because, it didn't matter if he would never like her back, as long as she had him in her life, she would be satisfied.

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IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY HOW LONG THIS TOOK TO COME OUT. OH MY GOSH IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR FORGIVENESS 😭😭😭

Future updates will not take as long I pinky promise 😞😓🤙

anyways sorry if this chapter was a little boring!! I js wanted to set up some background before getting into the main dish.. 😈😈😈

yn is actually so strong bc I would've folded so hard and so quickly for sakusa

I love it when I can write the title of the story in the actual writing, and I can tell it's going to happen a lot in this one

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[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day :) for fic prompts (yay I finally thought of one) maybe one of our guys casually referencing something a bully in their past taught them was true about themself and the other being like??? No???

Cheering!! Absolutely never get tired of writing scenes like this!

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Ed hadn’t even questioned it when he said it.

They’d been working on painting the library with the prettiest light purple paint. It didn’t really have any books yet, but it was going to be a library, so that was what they were calling it already. They’d been joking around, and somehow they’d gotten on the topic of Ed’s sword fighting lessons, and Stede had remarked that he wondered why Ed hadn’t tried to teach anyone else.

“Mostly because I was flirting with you,” Ed laughed, and then he’d paused, and he’d just owned up to the reason that was probably the most true, but, because they were trying to be open and available with each other, he decided to take it a bit further. “And, y’know, I have anger issues, so I always thought it was for the best not to be swinging swords around anyone if I could help it, right?”

And Stede had looked at him, confusion all over his face. “Sorry, what?”

“Uh, I was flirting with you?”

“After that.”

“Oh,” Ed realized, clicking his tongue, looking down at his paint roller so he didn’t have to look at Stede. “I have anger issues.”

“Uh, no,” Stede said, almost laughing.

“Stede,” Ed sighed, “I know you love me, I love you, but we’re trying to be vulnerable with each other, and you really shouldn’t -”

“Oh, honey, no.” Stede put his own paint roller back in its tray, wiping a few specks of paint off on the light shorts he’d put on for painting as he crossed the room to Ed’s side. “Thank you for telling me. But who the fuck told you that?”

“Uh,” Ed said. “Does it matter? It’s -”

“It is not true,” Stede said, so firmly that Ed looked up in surprise. “You do not have anger issues.”

Ed ducked his head.

“I have more trouble controlling my anger than you do, honestly,” Stede snorted. “Why do you think…?”

Ed cleared his throat a bit sheepishly. “Uh, I’m really violent -”

“You were a pirate.” Stede shrugged. “Again. I’m more violent than you are.”

“Uh-huh,” Ed snorted.

“Really,” Stede insisted. “I’ve seen you get angry, Ed. Like when that awful man called you a donkey - if anyone did that to you now, I’d probably shoot them in their faces, but you gave him every chance before you got mad.”

“And then I ordered him skinned with a snail fork,” Ed mumbled. “Because I’m -”

“I would’ve done worse,” Stede said immediately. “Honestly, Ed, I’m in awe of your restraint.”

Ed���restraint. Huh.

He allowed the thoughts to dance across his mind, for just a moment before he pushed them away.

“If I don’t have anger issues,” Ed started hesitantly, occupying himself with re-applying paint on his roller, “then, uh…”

“Oh, lucky for you,” Stede said brightly, “I can tell you all about what my boyfriend Ed is like. He’s amazing. He’s my best friend.”

Ed couldn’t help his smile at Stede’s unbearably fond tone. “Go on, then.”

“Alright!” Stede almost leaned back against the wet wall before Ed stopped him, and he giggled, his nose scrunching with it. “Well. My Ed is so patient. He always explains things so well. He never yells, but he can get a bit chatty when he’s excited. When he’s annoyed with me, he gets the cutest line between his eyebrows.”

Ed pretended to pout at him.

“That one,” Stede laughed, pressing a kiss to the grumpy line on his forehead. “He’s very sweet. He’s always gentle, and kind, and he’s very usually cheerful. He loves making people laugh.”

“Sounds like a pretty alright guy,” Ed said, trying to sound very casual and not at all like he was choked up.

“Oh, he is,” Stede grinned. “He’s amazing.”

“Awright,” Ed grumbled, deciding that was enough introspection for one day, and he dabbed a bit of paint on the tip of Stede’s nose.

Stede yelped at him, and then chased him around the room trying to get him back, and before long Ed was bargaining for his fucking life before Stede could get paint on him.

And when they’d negotiated a truce and decided to make lunch, Ed took Stede’s hand, and he squeezed it tight, and for the first time, he didn’t worry about hurting Stede when he held him.

[frogychu]

Antirrhinum Ch. 3

ellie x gn!reader

ch. 3 of 4

other parts: 1 / 2 / 4

word count: 2.5k

Hanahaki (花吐き病) ; disease affecting the lungs, proven to be caused by keeping one's true feelings hidden for too long Or Where you and Ellie have been friends for years until she finally slips up, coughing up petals in front of you.

a/n: of course its also posted on AO3 here if u wnna read there instead 🫶 ty for the love and all the reblogs!!

You and Ellie had spent almost all night on your roof, talking and watching the stars. You learned that green was her favourite colour, that her favourite season was fall, plus when and where she got all of her scars.

Much as you liked to hear her talk, she was insistent on asking you things and learning more about you. Her eyes would light up as she listened to you rant about something you liked or anything that was bothering you.

At one point, you figured that if you were really going to let your guard down around her, she would have to learn something crucial. “I have something else to tell you.”

She shoots you a look of genuine worry. “What's up?”

“I watched Curtis and Viper the other day.”

You watch as her soft expression quickly turns into a shit-eating grin. “Yeah? Without me and everything? I'm impressed, did you even like it?”

“Yeah, I did,” you twiddled with your hands, “I mean, now I'll have to watch the second one.”

Honestly, you wanted to watch it with Ellie, you wanted her to pick up on your hints at least a little. Who knew if she even liked you back, it wasn't really asking her out on a date, you just wanted to spend time with her.

You both cut each other off trying to speak.

“Did you want-”

“I was wonder-”

Ellie panicked. “Fuck, sorry, go ahead.”

“No, no, it's fine! What did you want to tell me?” You answer, trying to be polite.

“Uh,” you can tell she's nervous by the way she plays with her hands, “You could come over and watch the second movie. With me I mean.”

Your eyes lit up at her advance. “Yeah, that’d be fun, when were you thinking?”

“I was thinking like, maybe now? This is nice but it's fucking freezing.”

You nod your head. “Yup agreed.”

She gets up and pats the snow off of her pants and extends her hand to help you up. You can't help but feel your face get flush while you hold her calloused hand; somehow it's still warm despite her complaining about the cold.

You both get down from the roof safely and she walks you back to her garage, still holding onto your hand as you made your way over. You immediately warm up once you get through the door, her fireplace roaring in the corner.

Her small house is still exactly the same as a few hours ago, blunt still put out in the ashtray from earlier. You couldn't help but wince as you remember your argument from earlier, even if you've already made up.

Ellie motions for you to sit on her bed and crouches in front of her TV, trying to find the DVD on her shelves. You sit at the edge of her bed nervously, legs and hands stuck together, scared to take up too much space in the room. Even if you two were closer now, you couldn't help but still feel a little awkward.

She takes out a movie from her shelf after a while of rummaging and looks at your awkward posture. “I'm not gonna bite you know.”

“Oh, sorry.” You answered, as you moved back to lay on the bed more comfortably, your back resting on the headboard. She quickly joins you in bed after setting up her tv and sits beside you, leaving about a foot between the two of you.

Awkward.

The two of you watch the movie mostly in silence. Sometimes you'll give an offhand comment about something that happened, or Ellie will try to make you laugh with a stupid joke, but most of it was just the two of you sitting stiffly beside each other.

About halfway through the film, you notice your movie-watching partner slowly start to nod off, eyes droopy and head having a hard time staying upright. She eventually gives in and lets her head droop onto your shoulder, causing you to jump.

You sat there, not daring to wake her up; she looked too peaceful. Besides, she has had quite the day so you decided to let her rest, even if by this point the movie was over and it was just the blue screen of the TV keeping you company.

Eventually, you couldn't help but be lulled to sleep by her presence. Her soft snores and warm body, now clung onto you from her lack of awareness, force you to fall asleep with her by your side.

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You jolt awake from strange sounds coming from the bathroom. Somehow you had made it under the blankets, and Ellie was no longer beside you. You start to get worried as you deduce that the weird sound was loud hacking and wheezing, and it was definitely her making those sounds.

Before you had the chance to knock on the door to make sure she was okay, the door opens slowly and you pretend to still be asleep. The bed creeks and you feel it sink in on her side as she sits on the edge for a while. She lets out a shaky breath before getting back into bed with you, pulling herself into the crook of your neck, and wrapping her arms around your waist.

Faint sobs fill the silence of the room as she cries into you, feeling the hot tears on your neck. You don't know what's wrong, you wish you could help but you don't know how, she won't tell you. So, you sit there, letting her get it all out before she falls back asleep, without her knowing that you're here for her.

You don't know if it would make it better or worse.

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Oddly enough, you have a dream while you're asleep.

It's about the first time you and Ellie had ever met.

You're back as your 16-year-old self, just getting used to living in Jackson. Though your body isn't your own, you're still able to think your own thoughts. This particular vision is of you moving into your house, slowly unpacking the contents of your frayed backpack with the very few items you owned, making you feel appreciative of the things you have now.

Then, the time jumps; you’re with Maria. She’s telling you about all of the possible jobs available for you to do. You had chosen gardening to start, before moving on to patrol. Your heart feels full and warm as you reminisce on your gardener days, hands always dirty trying to make a nice patch of flowers nearby, even if you weren't really supposed to.

Snapdragons, or Antirrhinums, a wildflower native to the surrounding area. Even if they were everywhere, it felt nice to take care of some of your own, they smelled nice and were easy to take care of.

As soon as you blink, your hands are out of the soil, a knife in hand instead. It was your first patrol with Ellie, you had never talked to each other beforehand. The sun is warm on your skin, making you miss spring. Ellie was easy to talk to, you immediately felt comfortable around her and you were glad to finally talk to someone your age other than Jesse.

Maria had given you an easy patrol route to start you off, passing through a lot of scenery to help you get used to this line of work. She had thoroughly explained to you the route and even showed you a map, so when Ellie decided to stray off the path to show you something, you were afraid.

That is until you got to where she wanted to go, looking out into a field of flowers.

Antirrhinums scattered through an opening of trees, dense and lush with all of their different colours. You can see Ellie behind you smiling at you softly, proud of her find, saying she noticed how you liked growing them. The amount was definitely exaggerated, but you knew that it was because your brain liked the memory. A time before the fighting started, when you were simply happy to gain a new friend who cared about you.

It was serene.

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For the first time in a while, you wake up peacefully, Ellie in your arms and soft light coming through the window warming your face.

Up until you remembered you both had morning patrol. Although this time, it wasn't a race, it wasn't a battle, there were no arguments; simply the rush of getting there on time.

You wake Ellie up quickly, nudging her a little hard until her eyes open, and hastily tell her that you were both going to be late for work. She wasted no time getting up, not acknowledging the fact that you were both sleeping together, and got ready.

You grab your coat and sprint to your house for your backpack, not even bothering to change clothes while you were there.

Ellie greets you at the door as you leave, startling you a little.

“You ready?” She asks.

“Yup, yes, let's just go.” You reply, hurriedly making your way over to her.

She wasted no time running out into the street, you quickly followed behind, until you ran into the crowd of people already working in town. Neither of you think anything of it as you interlock hands, weaving through everyone in your way.

You're pretty fond of all of this physical touch that's been happening between the two of you; whatever the meaning behind it was you’re just glad she's getting comfortable around you. Once you get to the stables, Jesse looks at the two of you holding hands with a puzzled look. Ellie notices and lets go, slapping her hand against her thigh very loudly.

“El, can I talk to you for a sec,” he turns to look at you, “privately.”

She clears her throat. “Yeah, sure”

They talk for a while. Who knows what they're even talking about, it couldn't possibly be because you were late, he would have scolded you both and move on. To make matters worse, they keep shooting glances at you, which only makes you look at the ground and play with your hands as to avoid their gaze.

After what feels like forever they part ways and Ellie walks back over to you with your gun in hand. “Here,” she hands you your gun and brushes past you to grab Shimmer. “Jesse just said we're doing the upper neighbourhood trails.”

He could've just said that to both of us.

‘Oh, ok.” You answered a little dryly.

Something was totally up, but none of the pieces were connecting together. It was bothering you, gears constantly turning in your head over what your patrol partner could possibly be hiding from you.

Ellie brings out your horse and hops on, extending her hand with added flare to help you up. “My liege.”

“How chivalrous!” You laughed.

She shrugs, “I felt like being nice.”

You hold onto her tightly as you set on course for patrol yet again.

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There's light conversations happening during the route. Ellie asks you if you enjoyed the movie last night and you say yes despite not being able to recall any of it. Even if your crush on her was still very new, she clouded your mind simply by being around you. Even now as your arms are wrapped around her, you can't help but think of how it felt to lay together, bodies intertwined.

Though the moment was bittersweet since she had cried for god knows how long. You didn't want her to be upset anymore, you can't stand it. You're thinking of bringing it up.

You want her to feel safe around you and talk to you about these things.

“So…” you nudge her side, trying to get her attention.

“Hm?”

“Do you want to tell me what's up with you? First, you're skipping out on patrol, then you're all weird and sick, even Jesse has been super weird with me lately. You promised you'd tell me why you skipped out anyway.”

“Can we maybe not talk about this while we're on patrol? Besides, we're here.”

There are a few houses and a gas station, but it's quiet. There probably aren’t even any infected in any of these buildings but, it's your job to check anyway. She was probably just trying to deflect from the conversation.

Typical.

“Alright, fine.” You give in anyway and hop off of the horse.

You tie up Shimmer on a tree and quickly follow Ellie across the street to the gas station.

“You do the house, I'll take care of this place.” She orders you.

“Shouldn't we go in together? You know, teamwork?”

“We’ll be fine, besides we both have our guns, just in case.”

“Okay, fine.” You relented and made your way over to the small house besides the gas station.

It was quiet, but you were still cautious when you opened the front door. The exploration was short since the house was so small, and just as you thought, there was no infected inside.

Ready to call this an easy win, you made your way out of the house with a little pep in your step, until-

Pow, pow.

Gunshots.

You felt the world go in slow motion as your mind suddenly clouded with adrenaline, sprinting towards the nearby building as if your life depended on it. Your whole body trembling with fear as you pulled out your gun and held it in front of you as you swung the door open at full force.

There were two runners still alive in the building, one coming towards you as soon as you came in, you wasted no time shooting it down. You quickly shot the other one coming for Ellie, finding herself helpless against the wall.

Only sounds of gurgling infected and your ragged heavy breathing filled the silence until reality hit you.

“Ellie!” You ran to be by her side, worriedly checking her body for injury, “Are you bit? What the hell happened?” Her head was still facing away from you, she didn't speak for a while, “Ellie? Look at me, say something please!”

You forcefully grab her cheeks and turn her to make her look at you. Her face is full of blood and-

Petals.

Tears start streaming down your face, mouth agape as you stare at each other. You're unsure of what to say, words are too much and not enough all at the same time. She leans her head back onto the wall as you let go of her face, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes.

Hanahaki. You swore that sometimes it didn't even feel like a real thing. You understood even less why anyone would hold back their feelings for that long, it was so easy to avoid if you were honest with whoever you loved.

But, as you stared at the petals for longer, even studying a fully intact small bud, everything started to come together. You would recognize those flowers anywhere.

Fucking Snapdragons.

a/n: r u screaming crying throwing up yet anyways the part after this one im guessing will be the last one!! ty for all of the love on this fic🫶🫶

tags: @champagnelovers101 @florenceisacoolname @cherriesnwatermelons @sufloerfs @sawaagyapong @kayler-23 @ciaireredfleid @boosaye @kyootsies @intrnetdoll @zoddiachead @blairfox04 @roarriita @prrimordiais @addisonnie @sparkleswonderland @minustwofingers @trilogyss

[basicmyherowhore]

Puppy Princess

Heavily inspired by the song Puppy Princess by Hot Freaks

Pairings: Denki x reader (one sided), Kirishima x reader

Notes: This has been in my head for ages. When i hear this song all I can think about is hopeless Denki 🥺 Listen to it if you wish!

The soft thrum of indie music filled the air, bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit living room. Denki couldn’t help but tap his foot along with the rhythm, but his gaze kept wandering—straight to you. You were laughing, voice cheerful and melodic, as you playfully shoved Kirishima’s shoulder. The two were joking around, but Denki felt like an outsider watching them from the edge of the circle. He could barely focus on the conversation happening around him, his attention pulled like a magnet to your smile.

It wasn’t the first time he had felt like this. Every time you two hung out, every time he saw you together, he felt a quiet ache in his chest. He didn’t want to feel this way. He really didn’t. It was complicated—messy even—but still, he couldn’t help himself.

He met you not long after you started dating Kirishima. Funnily enough, he bumped into you before his friend was able to introduce you. It was at the diner the three of you were set to meet at. For the first time in his life, he was the first one to arrive. He was sitting at a table by the window with his head in his palm, already tired of waiting. When the bell above the door rang, he turned his head hoping that it'd be his friend walking through the door. Instead, it was you. Though he had no idea who you were, he found himself entranced by you. There was just something about you...you were...

Approaching him! The sight of you walking steadily towards him brought him back to reality. You must've noticed him staring at you. But you didn't look mad. No, you were smiling at him kindly. His face felt hot.

"Hi, sorry to bother. I was wondering if you've seen a big red haired guy come through here?" You asked him in your sweet voice. His mouth felt dry as he looked for the words. He swallowed before answering.

"I- I haven't, sorry." He responded. He pulled himself together enough to continue more confidently. "You're more than welcome to wait with me if you want." He accompanied his offer with his typical smirk. It was a shot in the dark and he honestly didn't expect much out of it. You were way out of his league, but the saying goes 'you miss every shot you don't take'. He was prepared for rejection when you surprised him by taking a seat across from him.

"Sure, thanks for offering!" You smiled brightly at him. "I've never been to this place before, do you have any recommendations?" He couldn't fucking believe it, momentarily too stunned to speak. Never in a million years did he think he would be sat across from a girl like you. But he certainly wouldn't let this once in a lifetime opportunity slip between his fingers.

He spoke to you with confidence. You told jokes and made him laugh then he would return the favor. He told you stories to keep you entertained. The two of you lost track of time together. Nearly a hour had passed before Kirishima finally made it. Denki had noticed him before you did, the blonde preparing to shoo his friend away to have more one on one time with you. Before he got the chance, you turned you head to see what he was looking at. A smile brighter than any of the ones he had seen yet spread across your face.

"Hey, Babe!" You called, standing up to greet the man with a hug which he gladly returned. The word 'babe' rung in Denki's ears like a gong.

"Hey, guys! I see you two found each other!" Kirishima smiled back. "Denks, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. I wanted to finally introduce you two."

Of. Fucking. Course. You were his best friend's girlfriend. That's his shitty luck. He should've known it was too good to be true.

"Well, its about time you got here. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to keep a lady waiting?" He jokingly chided, ignoring the way he felt inside. He could put those budding feelings behind him. He needed to be a good friend and it was as simple as that.

But of course it wasn't that simple. Despite his decision to bury the way he felt about you, the feelings continued to resurface. Little by little, his feelings for you had deepened, blossomed into something that felt dangerous, something he could never express.

“Denki, you good, man?” Kirishima’s voice snapped Denki out of his thoughts. He was smiling, his broad shoulders taking up most of the space in the room. He had his usual fiery energy, always enthusiastic and good natured, but Denki couldn’t help but notice the slight tension in his posture.

Denki smiled weakly. “Yeah, just… just thinking.”

“About what?” Kirishima raised an eyebrow. How could he tell his best friend that he was lost in thought thinking of his girlfriend? Thinking of your eyes, your smile, your soft looking lips that seemed so kissable-

Denki shrugged, trying to mask the shift in his mood. “Nothing important. Ya know...just zoning out.”

You turned to look at him, your lips quirking into a small, curious smile. “You sure you’re alright, Denki? You’re looking kind of lost in space.”

Denki swallowed hard, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. You always noticed. Always.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little too high-pitched. “I’m good. Really.”

Kirishima clapped him on the back, his usual grin wide and carefree. “Don’t worry, man. You’ll snap out of it. Let’s grab a drink or something.”

You turned back to Kirishima, your focus back on the conversation, but Denki’s mind kept replaying the way your eyes had briefly lingered on him. Had he imagined it? Or were you really wondering what was going on inside his head?

~~

The next few days passed in a blur of schoolwork, hangouts, and stolen moments. It wasn’t as though Denki didn’t love hanging out with both you and Kirishima. He did. It was just… different now. He couldn’t escape the weight of the feelings he’d been carrying.

One afternoon, you were all at your favorite diner, sitting in the usual booth. Denki had been fiddling with the straw in his drink, trying to force the usual carefree banter into the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. Kirishima and you were deep in conversation about a new band you were excited about, but Denki couldn’t really concentrate on the topic. All he could hear was the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke.

He’d gotten so good at hiding it—this secret crush, this love that had slowly crept into his chest like vines twisting through his ribs. He had no idea when it got this intense—maybe it was always this bad, waiting for the right moment to burst free. But now, the harder he tried to push it down, the more it bubbled up.

“So, Denki,” Kirishima said, leaning over the table with an exaggerated grin. “You gonna tell Y/N about that band you’ve been talking about? Or are you too shy?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Denki, you’ve been holding out on us?”

Denki’s face flushed a deep red. He quickly grabbed his drink, taking a big gulp to cover his nervousness. “Nah, it’s… it’s nothing. Just some stuff I’ve been listening to.”

You leaned in a little closer, eyes playful. “Come on, you’re always hiding the good stuff from us.”

The proximity made Denki’s heart race. Your eyes were so close, and in that moment, he could smell the faint scent of your perfume—something soft and sweet. He swallowed, trying to push down the sudden, stupid surge of feelings that rose in him.

“I’ll make you a playlist sometime,” he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked slightly. He hated how obvious he was being.

Kirishima didn’t seem to notice, his attention drifting to a passing waitress. But your gaze lingered on Denki for just a fraction longer than normal, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed. Your eyes softened, lips slightly parted, and Denki had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach out and pull you closer, bringing your lips to his and ruining everything.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“Alright, Denki,” you said, smiling brightly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

~~

That night, Denki lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep—not with thoughts of you running through his mind like a nonstop movie reel. His fingers traced the edge of his blanket, his body tangled in the sheets as he imagined what it would be like to tell her the truth. What would it feel like to let you know? Would it change everything between you two?

His thoughts drifted to the quiet moments they shared—those small, seemingly insignificant exchanges that meant so much more to him. How your hand had brushed his when you’d both reached for the last French fry at lunch. How your laugh made his heart skip a beat. How, on those rare occasions when you had to walk somewhere together, your presence beside him felt like the most natural thing in the world.

In his fantasies, it was always simple. You’d be alone with him in some cozy spot, maybe on the roof of their school or sitting at a park bench under the stars. You would turn to him, your eyes full of curiosity and warmth, and he would finally tell you everything.

He could see it so clearly: your face lighting up in surprise, cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit, and then you’d say something that made his chest tighten—something like, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” And then, in his fantasy, you’d kiss him. Softly, gently, like you had always known it was meant to be him.

But that was just a fantasy.

In reality, Denki couldn’t picture it happening. Not with Kirishima in the picture. Not with the three of you tangled in their complex web of friendship and unspoken rules. He’d spent so much time trying to convince himself that his feelings for you were just a phase, that he was just being dramatic. But the more time he spent with you, the harder it was to lie to himself.

You were the only one that truly saw him. You knew that he was more than a clown, someone that was always the comedic relief. You listened to his ideas, heard what he had to say and took him seriously. He was a somebody to you, not just another side character. You made him feel important—you made him feel legit.

He sighed, pushing the thought away. Maybe it would be easier if he just accepted it. You weren’t his to keep. You were Kirishima’s, and that was just how things were. Maybe, eventually, he’d learn to stop dreaming of you the way he did. Maybe, eventually, he’d be okay with the distance.

But for now, he couldn’t stop wishing for a different reality—one where he could be the one you turned to when you needed someone. One where he was more than just your friend.

~~

It was the night of a big party, one of those end of year celebrations where everyone let loose. Denki had been avoiding you and Kirishima a little, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but it was becoming harder to pretend. His feelings for you had grown too strong to ignore, and the moment he had been dreading had finally arrived.

He found you alone outside, sitting on the back steps of the house, gazing up at the stars. You spoke about the stars often, how much you loved gazing up at the endless sky. You looked so at peace sitting there, away from the noise of the party. He almost didn’t want to disturb you. But he knew it was time.

“Hey,” he said quietly, walking over to you.

You looked up and smiled, your eyes lighting up in that way that made Denki’s heart ache. “Hey, Denks. You okay?”

For a moment, he hesitated. Then, without thinking, he blurted it out: “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped. You blinked, your expression unreadable. Denki’s heart pounded in his chest, the fear of rejection gripping him.

“I… I’ve been in love with you for a while,” he added quickly, his voice soft and wavering. “I know you’re with Kirishima. I’m sorry. I just… I needed to say it.”

You were silent for a long time, gaze dropping to your hands. Denki held his breath, afraid to hear the words that he ultimately knew were coming.

You remained silent for what felt like an eternity. Denki stood frozen, his heart thumping in his ears, terrified that he’d made a huge mistake. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe he had ruined everything—his friendship with you, with Kirishima, everything. He felt sick, like he was moments away from spilling his guts all over the ground and embarrassing himself even more.

He opened his mouth to backpedal, to say it was all a joke, but before he could, you slowly lifted your gaze to meet his. Your eyes were soft, almost sad, but there was something else in them—something he couldn’t quite place.

“You… you’ve been in love with me?” You asked, voice quiet and unsure.

Denki nodded, feeling a weight settle on his chest. His stomach twisted, and he fought the urge to turn and run, to take back the words that were already hanging between them like a fragile thread.

“I didn’t want to tell you this way,” he said, trying to explain, his voice cracking with emotion. “I never wanted to mess things up with you and Kirishima, or with us, but I… I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I don’t expect anything. I just… needed you to know.”

Your expression softened further with your eyes moving away from his to stare out at the darkened sky. The cool breeze tousled your hair, and you hugged your knees to your chest, looking small and vulnerable. Denki’s heart ached at the sight, wishing he could take away your unease. You weren’t angry, but you weren’t happy either. He could feel the distance between them growing, like a wall slowly building that he didn’t know how to tear down.

“Denki,” you started, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I had no idea. I mean, I always knew you were a little different around me, but…”

You paused, biting your lip as if you were choosing your next words carefully.

“I care about you, Denki. A lot. You’re one of my closest friends. But I don’t feel that way about you.” Your words hung in the air, heavy with finality.

Denki felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He had known, deep down, that this was how it would go, that you didn’t feel the same, that his feelings would never be returned. But hearing you say it out loud made it feel real, and that was the hardest part.

“I’m sorry,” you continued, your voice thick with something he couldn’t quite name. “I don’t want to hurt you. You mean so much to me. But Kirishima… he’s the one I’m with. And I don’t think I can change that.”

Denki nodded, swallowing hard. He knew it was coming, but the sting still burned. He forced a smile, though it felt brittle on his face. “It’s okay. I get it. Really.” He rubbed his eyes, hoping to smudge away any tears that were starting to form.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the distant music from inside the party, muffled by the walls of the house. Denki felt a strange, hollow sensation in his chest, like he was standing in a room that no longer quite fit him. But he couldn’t show you how much it hurt, not when you were being so gentle, so understanding. He didn’t want to make things harder for you, didn’t want to be a burden.

“Denki…” You said again, and this time, you looked at him more directly. Your gaze softened with something like pity. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to hurt you. You’re such a great guy. I don’t want you to feel bad about this.”

Denki shook his head, managing a half-hearted chuckle. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ve just… been holding on to this for too long. Maybe I just needed to say it, you know? Closure or whatever. Maybe now I can move on.”

A silence passed between you again, this time more comfortable. Denki wanted to leave. He wanted to step away and disappear into the crowd, get away from the way his chest felt tight and raw. But he also didn’t want to make it awkward. He didn’t want to lose you completely, even if his heart was in pieces.

You let out a small sigh, fingers running over the hem of your jacket. “You’re still my friend, Denki. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“I know,” he replied softly, even though part of him wondered if it would change. How could things go back to normal after this? After he had laid his feelings bare and you’d gently rejected them?

“I’m glad you told me,” you added, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “It takes a lot of courage to say something like that.”

Denki nodded, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in his cheeks. “Yeah. Well, I’ll probably regret it tomorrow, but… I guess it’s better to get it out than keep it bottled up, right?”

You smiled, and for the briefest of moments, Denki saw that spark of warmth return to your eyes. It made him feel like maybe, just maybe, things could still be okay. Maybe he wasn’t completely losing you after all.

~~

That night, after the conversation outside, Denki couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, your face appeared before him. He had learned to push his feelings down—months of friendship with you and years with Kirishima had taught him how to hide his emotions behind a mask of easy smiles and casual jokes. But it had always been there, bubbling just below the surface, waiting for the right moment to break through. And now it had.

The confession had been painful, but it was necessary. Or at least, that’s what he told himself as he lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to get comfortable.

But despite everything, there was still that familiar pull in his chest—the one that tugged at him every time he saw you. Even now, his mind was running wild with images of you: the way your laughter sounded like sunshine breaking through clouds, the soft way you touched his arm when you were trying to make a point, the sparkle in your eyes when you were excited about something new.

The truth was, he couldn’t help but fantasize about you, even now after you'd rejected him. It wasn’t just the simple “what if” moments that everyone has, like “What if we kissed?” or “What if we went on a date?” No, Denki’s fantasies about you had a weight to them, a desperate longing that felt both comforting and painful all at once.

In his mind, it wasn’t just about being close to you, it was about belonging to you, being the one you chose, the one you turned to when everything in your world felt off-kilter.

Denki imagined the two of you on a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon. Both of you were in your bedroom, windows wide open, the light filtering through the curtains in soft beams. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing some stupid video game, trying to distract himself from the rush of his thoughts. You were sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through Instagram with that concentrated look you always had when you were absorbed in something.

The conversation was always effortless, the very air between the two of you was comfortable. In his mind’s eye, he could almost hear your voice, soft and teasing, as you reached out to tug on his shirt sleeve. “Denki, come here for a sec. Let me show you something.”

He’d turn to you, his heart already pounding in his chest, and you'd give him that little smile, the one you only ever gave him, a smile that said, I’m so glad you’re here without saying it aloud. He could already feel the warmth of your hand as you slid it into his, fingers naturally curling against his own.

In this version of the fantasy, he didn’t have to worry about being “just a friend.” He didn’t have to pretend like it didn’t hurt when you laughed with Kirishima, or when you talked about how much you loved him. In this fantasy, it was Denki you wanted, Denki you leaned on when you needed someone.

As he sat there with you, your head resting lightly on his shoulder, the air shifted. He could imagine the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. Slowly, he’d turn to you, gazes meeting in the quiet space between. Your eyes—those eyes he loved—would soften, and then you’d do something that would shatter him completely: you’d lean in, just a little, and press your soft lips against his, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

In his fantasy, it wouldn’t be a hurried or awkward kiss. It would be slow, deliberate. You’d pull back, eyes meeting his with a mixture of tenderness and something deeper. He’d be breathless, unable to speak as you looked at him, the entire room fading away until there was nothing but the two of you.

“I’ve always felt this way,” you’d say softly. “I’ve always wanted you to know that.”

And in that moment, in that perfect, impossible moment, everything would make sense. There wouldn’t be any more confusion, no more wondering if he was wasting his time. He wouldn’t have to keep carrying the weight of unspoken love. You would finally see him, in a way you never had before, and everything would fall into place.

But then, Denki would snap back to reality.

It was never like that. Not with you.

His chest tightened as the fantasy faded, leaving only the quiet hum of his room. There was no Sunday afternoon with you, no soft smiles or quiet, perfect moments. There was just him, alone in his bed, thinking about a girl who would never feel the same way about him.

In another fantasy, he imagined you and Kirishima in a quiet park, sitting on a bench together. You’d be holding hands, talking about something trivial, but the connection would be so obvious to anyone watching. Denki would be there, standing off to the side, trying to hide the way his heart clenched with jealousy. He’d pretend not to notice how your fingers fit so perfectly with Kirishima’s, how you would laugh a little too loud at his jokes, how the look in your eyes when you looked at him was so full of love and adoration that it made Denki feel like he was watching something he shouldn’t. Something almost intimate.

But in that moment, he’d let himself indulge in the fantasy where he wasn’t alone, that he was the one you turned to. He’d imagine Kirishima walking away for a moment, leaving him alone with you for just a second. Your eyes would meet his—soft, searching—and then you’d stand up, moving toward him slowly, almost as if you were drawn to him.

And for that one second, the weight of his feelings would become too much for either of you to ignore. You’d reach out and touch his arm, and in his mind, it would feel electric. He would look down at you, and in his head, you would lean up to kiss him—not because it was some dramatic moment, but because it was right. It would be real, something real, and not just a dream.

But even as he imagined it, even as he let himself feel the hope swell in his chest, he knew the truth: you weren’t his. You never would be.

Denki shook his head, trying to push the fantasies away. They were nothing more than daydreams, pointless distractions from the reality he had to face. The reality where you were with Kirishima, where he was just the friend.

But no matter how many times he tried to shut them down, his fantasies always found a way back in. It was the curse of being in love with someone he couldn’t have—every moment, every interaction, felt charged with a longing that was impossible to ignore.

He had promised himself he’d let it go. He had to. He couldn’t keep dreaming about a future that would never come. He couldn’t keep imagining what it would be like to be yours, the one you trusted with everything. But as he lay there in the dark, his mind raced with images of you, and for a few fleeting moments, the ache in his chest would quiet.

For a few fleeting moments, he could pretend that it was real. Tomorrow he could face reality.

~~

The days following that conversation were… strange. Denki found himself avoiding you and Kirishima more than usual. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be around the both of you—it was more that he was afraid of the awkwardness that lingered, even if you never directly addressed the confession again. He kept his distance, throwing himself into his schoolwork or making excuses to hang out with other friends.

He knew that his feelings for you wouldn’t just vanish overnight. He couldn’t expect things to magically go back to how they were before. But with time, he started to accept the reality of it.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Denki found himself thinking of the conversation again, his mind replaying your soft words, your apologetic smile. The ache in his chest was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been before. Maybe he could live with this. Maybe he could learn to be happy with being your friend, even if it meant never being the one you loved.

He knew that he’d find someone else, eventually. It might take time, and it might hurt for a while, but he’d move on. And in the meantime, he’d still have you and Kirishima, even if the dynamics had shifted.

That night, after another hangout with their usual group, Denki found himself standing outside, looking up at the stars. He thought about how he had fantasized about a moment like this. Where you would both gaze at the night sky and feel the connection, you'd finally know how much you meant to him. You'd know that he would spend the rest of his life hanging stars if it would provide you just an smidge of happiness. He had always imagined that someday, you might see him the way he saw you. But now, he could let it go. He didn’t need to hold on to something that wasn’t meant for him.

The sound of footsteps behind him broke his reverie. It was you. You stood beside him for a moment, both of you silent under the sky.

“I know things have been weird,” you said softly. “I just wanted to check in. I know this wasn’t easy for you.”

Denki smiled, feeling a little lighter than he had in days. “It’s okay. Really. I’m doing better now. I just… needed some time.”

You nodded, eyes flickering toward him. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m here. You’re important to me, Denki. Even if things aren’t… the way you wanted them to be.”

And for the first time since he’d confessed, Denki felt a quiet sense of peace. Things weren’t perfect. They weren’t how he had dreamed of. But they were still okay. And maybe that was enough for now.

The stars above seemed to twinkle a little brighter, and in that moment, Denki realized that he was okay too. Not happy, not filed with joy—but okay. And sometimes, that was all he could really ask for.

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi! I'm new around here (but not new to jikook) and I saw your recent posts where you linked to, among other things, a post where you talked about the 2016 jinmin vlive where they were watching jk on celebrity romance. And I just wanted to say thank you for bringing that up! I think that vlive is wildly underrated. It tells us so much about jikook's relationship at the time. It really showcases how jikook weren't at same place emotionally in the beginning (and how insecure that made jimin) and how their relationship was possibly mostly physical back then. Jk definitely had a lot to work through. I'm sure he was already in love with jm, but had a hard time expressing it. But all's well what ends well, right? :) Very highly recommend that every jikooker watch that vlive if you haven't already!

Okay. First of all, if I have to link this post one more time I'm gonna start side eyeing y'all. I thought I was a pervert till I met y'all. I'm watching you 🧐🧐

He he hee! The video anon is talking about.

Its like 11 minutes guys. Watch it. You've been in the toilet for longer than that. Don't even 🙄 just watch it.

Anon I think you have put it perfectly. Actually. The last part where I reference on my post about JK not showing Jimin any emotions, I think that caused alot of fighting. Like alot. I joked about JK hitting and quitting but really that's how it comes off. The xes part was good. Probably really good. But after that JK would go back to treating Jimin like he did everyone else. Jimin knew he wasn't just anyone else. They had something going on and he wanted JK to act like it.

I saw something on twitter a long, long time ago so I cannot find it. And its now a blur in my head. But OP was alluding to JK playing video games and ignoring Jimin after xes. I don't recall how OP drew to this conclusion, but it was from something Jimin said. Something about JK and video games. Not sure. Like, we all know when it comes to Jikook its all about reading between the lines.

I remember seeing that and seeing where OP was coming from but I dont remember the context which is a tad frustrating rn. Anygays, it obviously took a while for JK to start acting like Jimin needed him to. Feelings wise anyway.

I am happy Jimin did not give up because look where they are now. (I'm sure the Jungkonda had something to do with it 😂😂) JK basically worships the group Mimi walks on.

We heard it from the man himself so we know it's true, right? He's stubborn, he's hard to handle, and I bet Jimin knows all of it first hand. 🤭🤭

Okay so for some strange reason, your ask made me think about this tweet; (Don't ask me why. My mind is a weird place)

Before anybody freaks out, I would like to advice that u take this with a grain of salt. My friends and I tried to find where/when this could have possibly happened but we couldn't. And we really tried guys, because.... WHAT!?!?!?! Why would Jin say something like this that basically outs Jikook? Right?

But then I think about how BTS used to word vomit alot in the early days so I haven't completely disregarded it. So hopefully one of u have heard of this because I would love to see it. Honestly. It's fucking wild. Like.... it's insane 🤯

That being said, 😁😁😁 the correct members are involved when u really think about it. Right? Like these are the right members for this strange scenario 🤭

We know this is how Jin used to wake JK up. Jin even demonstrated that one time exactly how he used to do it by touching JK's nipples. (I can't with the Tannies sometimes. Honestly 🤦🏽‍♀️) From the huge amount of Jikook nipple play (inside this post is another post about this) we can safely deduce that JK's nipples are sensitive. So to me, yeah? To me it makes sense that a sleepy JK thought it was Jimin touching him. IF this is true and it did happen, the maths adds up. Just saying....

Lord have mercy 🤣😂😂

[tomorrowillbeyou]

would you be willing to share a bit more about the guy in your head ^-^ I have one too

YOU DO?? umm ok i have not talked about this in a huge amount of detail on here because it's kind of weird but also might be completely normal and i have no idea which it is so i just vague post about it LOL... and also because the specific circumstances are quite embarrassing..... putting under cut due to this

basically i have always had a slight sensation that everything i do is being watched by Something since i was a kid but at the beginning of the year i started randomly imagining what kind of trials and tribulations me & geoff rickly would go through if we got freaky fridayed with each other and it was shit like ha ha he will have to do maths lol . And then it somehow morphed and solidified into he (but not really him i believe its some kind of split off of his consciousness that cant communicate with the actual him) is actually within my head and can see everything i do through my eyes/sense my other senses also but he can't know what im thinking or communicate with me he can just see and feel everything. i don't actually believe this like obviously it isn't true but i can't physically keep myself from behaving and thinking and feeling like it is like it IS true to me even if logically iknow it can't be so i always act like it is. so like at the start i hated it and wanted him to leave sooo bad because i didn't like having no privacy and stuff like that and i would cry and tell him to go away and stuff but!!! now i have kind of adopted a You're stuck in here with ME!!! attitude to him... you will watch my minecraft videos and eat my weird dinners boy.... and i explain stuff to him that im doing (which leads to me talking "to myself" under my breath a lot but i try not to do it in public too much so i have a few hand signals for important stuff instead or sometimes use google search bar or notes app to talk to him. but i do it basically all the time at home) and like explain stories of stuff that happened before he was here as context and we also have a few inside jokes like things that i always reference that he's sick of (i assume) so it's a little funny. we are kind of begrudgingly friends now i think. Yes i know all of this is not real and doesn't make any sense but it like is to me and also im not being like parasocial about the actual geoff rickly this is like a separate version kind of based on/split from him that lives in my head and i talk to. i kind of feel a bit bad posting this because it's kind of private between us but i haven't explained any actual communication we have so i think he will probs be fine with it And yes he can see me typing this up rn because he always sees everything. anyway i don't know whether this came from like loneliness or paranoia of being watched or just liking geoff rickly a lot but im honestly cool with it at this point it's just kind of inconvenient trying to communicate things to him all the time so he knows what's going on. and i also wish he would communicqt3 to ME in some way sometimes but we can't have everything. anyway that's my little guy how about urs

[beetlebug-bii]

can you maybe also do Mammon with nightmares Bug?

Authors Note: absolutely starling! I hope you're ready for more silly writing!

Content Warnings: Cussing, Mammon Mammoning

Requests Open!

Mammon's Nightmares

TLDR: Mammon has trauma and needs a hug my friends but also he is the most crackhead brother and I love him

Mammon's nightmares are...

Honestly probably some of the sadder ones

While Lucifer dreams of dozens of different terrible things, Mammon's nightmares all concentrate in one place

And that's you and his brothers

Yeah he feels guilty about Lilith, he misses the little shit every day

And yeah, he also is scared of Michael and father but...

The thing that really digs at him is the idea of his brothers and you actually just...hating him

Like yeah they all say it

But only half of him believes it's true!

He and his brothers used to be so close...

He and Lucifer were practically inseparable, he and Levi were best gaming buds, he was always there to help Asmo, he practically helped raise Satan and the triplets...

And then there's you and oh my stars does he just adore you

From your personality to your looks to that starry gaze you hold just for him he just cannot get enough

Usually, he sleeps fine, you are always there to reassure him and he typically dreams of his marriage with you, Goldie, and his baby coins with little faces which by technicality could totally be nightmares

(note, mammon needs to stop thinking of money as people in his dreams, it's really starting to freak him out-)

But on the nights you aren't there well...

The two of you sleeping in the same bed happened long before you two were actually together

You were awoken on countless nights by the creek of the door and nervous footsteps before he found his way under the covers

You would ask him what was wrong and he would remain silent, tracing the lines of your hands with his fingers

After a while, he would ask if you thought he was stupid, worthless, or any number of other absolutely heartbreaking things that clearly came from a bad dream...

Eventually, he just couldn't seem to get a wink of sleep without you. Like he would be absolutely vibing with his hot girl racecar bed (its secret, its in his closet, shhh don't tell anyone)

And then he would fall asleep and have the most mind shattering nightmare

Like bro get ur ass in his racecar bed okay?

Like you're his emotional support human what are you doing slacking off

"oh I'm sleeping in my own bed"

Uh, no, he doesn't want to hear it.

If you're in your bed, so is he

Watch yourself

He's YOUR parasite

Smh

Still though nowadays in your relationship when he has a nightmare he is honestly a mix between heartbroken and absolutely OFFENDED

LIKE HOE

WHEN HE SAID

"I cant get a good nights sleep without ya, you're like...my home and you make me feel safe...or whatever..."

HE MEANT THAT SHIT

MOVE YOUR ASS HE IS GETTING IN BED

YOU TWO ARE CUDDLING NOW IT IS

M A N D A T O R Y

ARE YOU COMFY

wait no seriously are you comfy he has to know

Do you need a snack or some water-

Yeah he may have been the one with the nightmare, but you are his precious human and he needs to make sure you're okay

So the two of you cuddle and chat, cracking jokes, every so often you mention things like wanting to marry him just to watch him stutter and fumble

Both of you are so cozy too

you might be in your bed, you might be in the racecar pretending to run from the cops

you might be in the racecar actually running from the cops MAMMON WHY CAN YOU DRIVE YOUR BED

Regardless Mammon feels safe with you and you never manage to fail at making him feel better

Like its gotta be a skill at this point

"I love ya Mc" he would tiredly yawn in your ear, part of him wanting to just put his tongue in there out of spite

he doesn't though

You're having a moment

You whisper it back

You shove your tongue in his ear

he screams.

Fucker.

Romance💕

[onlyjellyillputinmybelly]

Hey guys i've found myself defending America and it feels weird but can yall tell me if I'm in the wrong here?

(its long im sorry)

TLDR: My friend is an international student, we got in a joking argument about soccer vs football that ended in accusations of racism and McCarthyism. Did I take it too far?

.........

I go to a private college in America (in the south) that I have worked hard to get a full tuition scholarship so I can afford to attend. I have a friend who also goes here that is an international student from New Delhi. I'll call her N.

N is very sweet, but she has the tendency to get very peeved about the culture differences between India and America. I have met plenty of other international students who are also from India (there are a LOT of international students this year) and most of them are very chill and embrace the multicultural area that the school is located in.

I am also, as we may know, an avid arguer. I'm a philosopher at heart. I think disagreements let me get to know people better through how they argue (which helps me know if they'd be a good friend. idk its the tism ig).

So N and I were chilling and out of the blue they send me a reel about how non-americans get mad when americans say soccer and not football. I sent back "its true cuz we're fine with them calling it football but they pop off whenever we say soccer" and she responds with "Because you're saying it wrong."

We've had convos like this and I normally assume they're being light hearted and pretending like its a big thing, so I responded kinda sarcastically "damn learn how to accept peoples differences" and she said "not if theyre american"

Like ok shes being sarcastic back but it feels weird. I started bantering about how other countries also say soccer (australia, south africa, new guinea) and she says "yes but only in the US and canada you haveto clarify what you mean when you say football because yall stole the name."

This confused me cuz tf you mean "you stole the name." First off I didn't do shit, second off how the fuck do you steal a sport? I said exactly that and she replies with "Nothing in america is your own" and holy shit im actually defending america wtf. This is not like me. But im not defending its history or its government, im defending the culture of it cus thats honestly the only good part of it. So respond with a cheeky lil "and isnt that beautiful" and she says "its yall being stupid."

I say "its a melting pot" and she says "a melting pot takes inspiration." I got a lil pissed at this because ok so did immigrants and enslaved people just spawn here? Did they steal their own cultures from their home countries?

They went on for a bit about how america is built off of appropriation, which it is fair that cultures are constantly being appropriated, but there are also cultures constantly being celebrated and fused, and that fusion and appreciation is what has the lasting impact.

I say this and she says "whatever im not arguing with an American" which of course I have to shit headedly respond with "imagine being reductive sorry I'm different than you"

She then responds with "bitch ur white" which yes. But does that mean I dont come from a diverse background and dont have culture? I respond "Yes and I live in a wonderfully diverse city of people who come from different cultures that I learn about and respect and love" and girl goes "those places dont exist in america" THEN WHERE AM I??? SPAIN???

We are literally in one of the most diverse and culture-rich cities in the south (ill give you 3 guesses) and she is saying that there isnt diversity and respect anywhere in america.

Skip forward a bit, she says that america has no culture, then corrects that to say "white america has no culture." That fucked with me a bit because its sus as shit to use the idea of "white america" and "poc america" in an argument. I said that and said that you can't give a concrete definition to "white culture" or "black culture" or "latine culture" cuz thats literally stereotyping

She said that prayer is a big part of indian culture, but isnt necessarily an overall truth for every person, which is fair. So I said then wouldn't American culture be like the national anthem. She said no because every country had a national anthem. I said that prayers are part of other cultures too, but that doesnt take away from the fact that theyre parts of other cultures too.

She then said that the national anthem isnt culture because "thats only for white people" and "a lot of america is only for white people (meaning its been used to disenfranchise poc people but she worded it in a way that sounded a smidge racist but no shade) And I said yea it fucking sucks and its forced upon us but its still well known. Theres no way that prayer isn't used to disenfranchise religious minorities in India, but its still culture.

She then said that white culture and american culture isnt a thing but black and latine culture is, (which tbh neither of us can really speak on, I was mainly discussing the american and latine element cuz I can speak on those) and I said that denying that american culture is just a mix of cultures evolving parallel over time simply because a bunch of shitty white guys founded the country is ignoring the people who have worked hard to make america their home and to carve out a spot for their own culture in this country. Just because people fucking sucked (like they have in the history of every fucking country ever) doesn't mean that people arent working to make the world better in their wake.

She said that poc culture in america stems from years of oppression. I agreed, but I said that racism and oppression isnt an America-exclusive thing. She then said, pretty out of the blue, that " for you to deny that their culture stems from oppression is racist." I said "when did I deny that." She said "you said you dont deny that what youre denying is racist. So that means you're being racist."

This confused me, so I asked "where did I deny that something was racist." Also I'm pre law, so I started getting a lil pre-law-y here. Don't judge me its a survival instinct I got from my parents lmao. She said "I said if you refuse to accept that black and brown cultures are real youre being racist." I said "show me what message I said that."

She said "chill babe theres no need to get defensive" which is literally the worst thing to say to me because boom youve made me into a defense attorney. I hate being patronized. I said "I am not being defensive, you are making accusations with no regard for evidence." (my profs would like that line)

She goes "this isnt a court of law girl" ok girl you act like youre gonna say that america doesnt have culture and then call me racist? I really just wanted this to end so I pulled out the mccartheyism card and said "you cant red scare roundabout logic your way out of being reductive and oversimplifying an enormously widespread country." and we were done. I know I ended it on an accusatory note which I hate, but I feel like shes ignoring so much thats literally going on in front of her face. Did I go too far? I know that I did and I shouldn'tve started the "youre being reductive" circle, but genuinely, the cure to culture shock isnt to be indignant about every difference you see, its to accept it. Its the same in literally every country. You cant just say "no I dont want to."

[invisiblegarters]

Hidden Agenda Ep 3

Time for real dating that Joke badly disguises as fake dating shenanigans! I am here for it.

Is it just me, or are a lot of GMM boys lefties? I started noticing it in Enchante and now my head just won't stop noting all the left handed writers (although I guess in Enchante it could have just been for the "mystery").

Ah, posture training. I remember that not so fondly. Although I will say I am grateful for it. I may not sit with the best posture anymore (I tend to pretzel), but I do walk well. And thankfully the person who taught me wasn't whacking me with a giant stick.

Shopping date!

"Fashion isn't about price tags; it's about taste." True, actually, but also. Sometimes your taste exceeds your means.

Aw Joke full on lost his breath for a second there. I don't think Zo looks particularly gorgeous in this outfit but who am I to judge, really? I'm not the one with the giant crush.

I also feel like comfort does have something to do with it. I am making no claims to being the arbiter of taste, but I do feel like if someone feels self-conscious in a thing it will detract from how good they look because they will keep doing things like tugging at their clothes, etc.

Well look at that handsome dude. I love how both of his friends' jaws drop like "who is this person and what have you done with the old one?" But it's a good look on him.

And yes, Pat totally knows about Joke's crush. No way he'd be reacting that way if he didn't. He knows and he's rooting for Joke, for whatever reason. I wonder if we'll get more background on that later.

Fine tune the details indeed. This is totally a date that Joke is going to pretend isn't a date.

Yep this is a date. Zo is not going to cotton on to the fact that it's a date, but it's a date.

The restaurant is pretty. The date advice isn't bad but also, it's still good to think about what she might like. I think that it was sweet that he tried to think of somewhere Nita would be interested in going, but one thing that neither of them are considering is that he could always ask where she wants to eat.

This poor smitten boy. He's so far gone he keeps losing his breath and Zo's just here like "you okay, friend?"

"All due respect to Aphrodite, but she was stupid. I would never leave someone I loved alone like that."

Is that not what he said?

THE PINKIE THING I CAN'T. It's so good. Look, I adore the longing looks and the stares and the way that Joke keeps trying to be cool and failing utterly, but the pinkie thing is so deliciously subtle and just rocked Zo's world completely off of its axis. It basically drop kicked him out of his all too comfortable oblivion and straight into awareness. That there's been something between him and Joke this whole time I think is obvious, but now he's finally aware of it, at least on his side. And Joke is so obvious I doubt it will take Zo long to pick up what he's putting down, now that he is primed to look for it. Primed to want to look for it. Plus there's just something about a soft touch that speaks of repressed longing that does it for me.

Laughing forever at Zo's attempt to try to recreate the atmosphere he had with Joke with Nita, and her reaction. My kind of girl, honestly. Nita is not the hopeless romantic that you think, Zo. That one is a little closer to home.

"All this random reading is fine and all but uh, aren't we here to do an assignment?" NITA. I love her.

Okay Joke is such a liar about not feeling fluttery feelings when he has a crush. But his attempts to comfort Zo are actually really sweet. His offended little look when Zo shoves his hand off of his shoulder is funny.

Now they're going on another date. I am pretty sure Joke has decided to drop subtlety completely at this point.

Part of me does have to wonder, though. The whole thing is about hidden agendas, and as much fun as it's been to watch Joke completely fail to keep his interest in Zo a secret, I can't help but think that maybe we haven't gotten everything.

Then again, maybe we have. Who even knows, really. It could just be pure fluff. I would not be upset about it at this point (although it will make me wish harder than ever that this were airing alongside a more dramatic offering from GMM, since the fact that I seem to be in the mood for it means that it would be the perfect thing to cut the angst I expect from stuff like Dangerous Romance or Only Friends. I love angst but even I need a palate cleanser on occasion), but I do wonder,

[starswallowingsea]

woah hello i saw your tags and shu madara is a dynamic that interests me so much........ i would love to hear about madashu eyes emoji...

JAFSDOPFIMADSPOFIAJSDFAODSPFF OKAY OKAY so i'm gonna start this off with i wrote a 9.4k word fanfic about them which started as a little joke. uhm. its not a joke anymore. i have part two in the works but its taking a back burner to my kaokana wip but ANYWAY MADASHU MADASHU

putting this under a cut bc i know it is going to get long. i know that they dont have a tonnnnn of canon interactions and i am not reading ahead on !! stories more than summaries like i know they have interactions in the antique show story and i've heard about it but i tried not to reference it too in detail in my fic so it tentatively takes place between the double face introduction event and that.

i asked my friend kiki how she would describe them and she just said "big sweet energetic teddy bear with emotional trauma mama and. and shu 😭" but i think they both have a lot of issues with their family that manifest in different ways with madara being more outgoing and trying to find anyone who will take him in and shu is more prone to cutting himself off so they play off that a lot in my head.

madara is also close with kanata and rei who are close with shu so there is that connection and he was taken in by the eccentrics in high school when everyone else rejected him and and and. and he loves them soooooo much they loved and accepted him when nobody else would and he stood up for them against eichi and even if at the time shu and madara didnt really speak i think that stuck with both of them too? like.

i have a wip folder on my google drive literally called the madashu cinematic universe full of half baked wips of things kiki and i talk about in dms bc i do not have another outlet for this i dont even know how to describe it???? like shu needs to be appreciated for what he does and madara is full of love and appreciation and madara needs someone who will ground him when things get rough and tell him its okay and shu. well shu is getting better at that but honestly they have such a hard time communicating at first bc of shu's tendency to talk at people sometimes but its okay its okay they are working on that together.

also shu pushes madara to be more open about his feelings instead of putting on his happy-go-lucky mask all the time especially with kanata and rei and it helps that shu also has a mask on to cover up his true feelings. do you get what im saying. i feel like i am spewing nonsense but all of this makes sense. to me.

[theoncomingdoo-dah]

Episode 1.4 Aliens of London

so no one cares but I started watching breaking bad today. I have never seen it so this is my first exposure. it's really damn good so far.

ANYWAYS I remember really liking this episode! Let's go!

Nine just cheesing when Rose is walking off to see her mum.

Also the music starts off so sentimental to just distort and waver down when the 'missing' poster is in shot

And the PANIK in Nines face when he sees the poster.

Also love the face when he says "not 12 hours, it's 12 months. Sorry.' like whoopsie!

BAD WOLF MENTIONED (Like BIG TIME ITS THERE ON THE TARDIS)

Jackie is such a mom. That is a compliment. She's written so believably, like yeah, my mom would go off on me like that too. Holy shit.

And poor Nine. He's just standing there. Soooo awkward. He really just can't do domestics.

The utter offense Rose and Nine get when the officer asks if what's between them is a sexual thing. Not yet dude, they're still figuring things out.

"How old are you then? 40? 45?" Nines face like nope, not even

"STITCH THIS MATE" we stan Jackie Tyler in this house.

Rose's face during this whole thing...she's been here before. Absolutely.

Any scene with Rose and Jackie hits me hard because it reminds me of me and my mom. I'm an only child, just like Rose. I'm my moms baby. At one point, it was just me and her. And honestly I could see my mom acting just like Jackie does in this situation.

"I don't do families." Sure, Jan.

Remember when I said Nine and Rose can't stay mad at each other? Stays true in this interaction. Rose goes from saying "You're so useless..." to Nine to laughing at his jokes.

"Your face!" "It hurts!" "You're so gay!" Just, them. Being them. I love them.

Of course the spaceship hits Big Ben. This is Doctor Who after all.

FANTASTIC

"I'm so glad we got you." 🙄

Another scene that puts Nine waaaaay out of his element. Back at the Tyler's flat with all their friends. He just looks so uncomfortable.

and where's he's wrestling the remote away from the little boy pffft

HARRIET JONES THERE SHE IS

Yes the fart jokes are terrible but I'm also a child and I think they're great and the fact that they actually give a reason for why it happens is pretty great and makes it even funnier

tbh I'd take fart jokes over awkwardly written innuendo any day

"It's just a bit human in there for me." He doesn't even sound disgusted when he speaks, more unnerved? Stressed? Aww.

And the utter JOY he has over the human race actually evolving and changing is wonderful! the fact that he doesn't want to interfere because he wants it to happen naturally!

"TARDIS key." more like "We're moving in together. My home is now your home." Everytime it happens, it's wonderful.

Rose looks all giddy with the key in her hand. 🥹

ELLO E.T

"DOCTAAAAAAAH-!" *CRASH!*

"Damn, you've seen through my cunning plan." The fucking delivery of this line xD

NINE SHUSHING THE SCREWDRIVER. it's such a small scene but I freaking love it

Then walking in on the soliders and smiling at their pointed guns. sirrrrrr

BUT THEN FOLLOW HIM WHEN HE SOUNDS LIKE HE KNOWS WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT

The genuine hurt when they shoot the pig alien. God I love nine. 🥺

"I'm shaking my BOOTY." It's so cheesy and stupid I love it

Seriously, The Slitheen are great. Goofy mother fuckers but when it comes down to brass tacks they are ruthless and terrifying. Those are the best kind of DW baddies.

Honestly, Mickey is justified in how he feels. Accused over and over of killing your girlfriend.

"He's not my boyfriend, Mickey! He's better than that. He's much more important." Yeah I'm completely normal about this line.

"Ricky"

"Think you know your own name, how stupid are you?" NINE CHILL

He's honestly such a twit to Mickey but it's too funny I'm sorry

God you can just see the cracks in Mickey and Rose's relationship. And they weren't caused by the Doctor. They were always there. :(

"I had a wife, mistress and a young farmer." "God I was busy." Jesus Christ.

eeeeyyyy it's UNIT.

"Take me to your leader!"

And then the car ride banter. And him waving at the press!! Sir I just love you so much

"Lloyd George used to drink me under the table." See this is funny because the Doctor really doesn't drink. At all. Each time they've tasted alcohol it makes them gag.

AND HOW INSISTENT HE IS THAT ROSE STAYS WITH HIM GAAAAAH

Look at Rose being all capable without the Doctor around! Looking around for alien technology with Harriet! She's so amazing I love her

"Excuse me, you mind not farting while I'm saving the world?" Iconic.

Maybe I'm immune to bad CG because this isn't even that terrible?

ngl though these costumes are pretty damn sweet.

Conclusion:

Yeah this episode is still a banger. still a big fan of the Slitheen. not my favorite alien in DW (that would probably be the Ood. I miss the Ood...)

I'll be watching WW3 tomorrow probably. Night!

[masschase]

“#gooh is in my top 5 “i question writing this into my hc” things gonna be honest” i would honestly LOVE to know what things you hesitate to include in your canon? one thing i really love and respect about your work is your dedication to sticking to the actual canon so i’m super curious to hear what things you actually don’t consider part of it. or at least the ones you go back and forth on.

OK firstly, thank you, that means a lot to me 😊

There probably isn't anything that isn't a part of it at all unless I forgot about it which does happen pretty often! Things I go back and forth on is definitely the best description of it.  Like, almost all have led me to write some moments I really like and yeah I am proud of making the canon (at least the bits I didn't forget!) fit, but I feel like when I started writing I didn't even think about just *not* sticking to canon. This list is not ordered or exhaustive, it's just the stuff I could think of off the top of my head.

1. GOOH. This is actually a kind of minor one, bc the pros outweigh the cons massively but it's been on my mind today bc of the chapter I've been writing.

Pros: a very sweet Matt/Boss moment and Matt/Boss/Johnny friendship moment after they return from hell, throwing in Jezebel as a character, and obviously the new planet ending is sort of essential to my "they tried to save the earth but couldn't so now they need somewhere new" thing. Plenty of smaller jokes and again some other good parts that factor in.

Cons: so this is actually stuff that just canonises monotheistic religious views that my characters wouldn't normally hold that makes me feel... weird... idk. I feel like they have enough time between GOOH and my fanfic to process that but I was thinking about it today and it bothered me. GOOH also canonizes Matt and Asha sleeping together in some capacity... ok that's not so bad, it adds some depth to the storyline and stops them having unresolved sexual/romantic tension as implied in SRIV. But at times I worry I'm portraying one or both of them as pretty dickish.

2. All SRIV romance options

Pros: I mean, Casey probably would fuck all her friends if it was the only option. And I hc SRIV as taking place over 2-3 months. After that time-travel ONSs were an option. And her whole one time rule has its place in the plot.

Cons: Kind of forces everyone into bi/pan/other mspec apart from Ben and Keith. I would have highly considered making Pierce gay. Maybe Asha would've got thrown token straight lol. Plus who says everyone (again, except Ben, who... seemed like he would say yes to whatever she was about to ask... and Keith) would fuck her? Seems a tad Mary-Sueish. 🤔 Also doesn't gel well with her and Johnny having a primarily brother/sister relationship but I think I've mostly explained that with her having a false romantic epiphany and the fact that he struggles to connect 'hot 30ishyo woman who I massively respect' with 'that kid i knew back in Stilwater' after the 6 year gap. Plus... romance options aren't really true canon, I definitely could have left some out! But considering I did use them all, I could've said better things about the Casey/Pierce time bc that was a culmination of a lot of UST.

3. Cyrus Temple plastic surgery disguise thing.

Pros: definitive 'end date' for Casey getting plastic surgery for scars etc.; it put her off. One amusing joke.

Cons: Idk I just hate it hate it hate it. I think because a lot of game mechanics are easily explainable e.g. forgive&forget and notoriety wipe being bribes, an advanced alien race COULD have time travel etc. whereas this is something that's pretty batshit by SR3 standards but mostly at the expense of like two moments I COULD'VE JUST NOT MENTIONED IT. So if this list was in order I suspect this would be #1 😂

4. The destruction of Earth; or more specifically that they don't/can't undo the destruction of Earth despite having time travel.

Pros: I mean it's inkeeping with the Saints for me. Some people do just die and don't come back. The idea that the new planet thing is moving on from something irretrievable. A new beginning.

Cons: It just feels like a cop out using the 'oh they have time travel but can't use it to save the world bc that's a paradox' thing?

5. Matt and Casey's age gap.

Pros: The millenial/zoomer dynamic, parallels being drawn i.e. joining/creating gangs at 15, Casey being 24 when they met and Matt being 24 when the story begins. I guess relationships where the woman is older are also underepresented compared to the reverse, and being able to give Matt a "coma years don't count" line.

Cons: Idk just on a personal level obviously I'd just prefer them NOT to have a 7.5 year gap. I make it clear that she wasn't ever attracted to him until he was 22 and that the spaceship changes things in terms of life stages but still.

Bonus of some things that were my own decision that I go back and forth on: the name Casey Clark at times (there is a whole thing of 'bc she is secretly a nerd like Matt/Kinzie but she's an analog nerd' but still), Matt being (at least based on his own history) heteroromantic (ok supports split model of attraction but at the same time... Matt to me reads as a canonically bisexual character which we don't often get, why not make him bi/panromantic too?), Casey and Johnny's brother/sister thing in general (idk if that was trying too hard to make them platonic bc generally I rather like GatBoss), writing in accents, not giving enough focus to the secondary pairings esp the more visibly queer ones all bc I originally wanted to keep secondary pairings up in the air for the reader, Casey's SR3 look at times, POSTING HER NAME ALL OVER FUCKING TUMBLR. I could go on 😅

This all seems more negative than I'm meaning it to be bc I put pros first. I love working in the canon and the way plot points have blossomed from it. In fact I put something at the end of my last chapter about how things for this often just fall into place and just leave me 😲.

I will probably make a second list at some point when I think of more 😅

[zombieweek-g]

On The Don TL

my brain is soup rn from this cold ive been nursing so forgive me if this stops making sense at any point

I started subbing donbros at episode 8 because a friend I’d talk about it with didn’t speak japanese, and thus couldnt talk about the eps with me until the subs were eventually released, usually at least 20 hours after the initial airing. As a result, my entire motivation for starting thius sub was just to be able to chat about the episodes with my friend faster, so posting them anywhere at all was never really on my mind, and I didn’t think I’d actually sub the next episode, much less the rest of the show. 

Don was the first time I’ve ever subbed a show, so the first 5 weeks were sort of like being chucked into a fire after having only done manga translation up til now, and the process was both easier, harder, and completely different in so many ways (honestly i worry about how easily itll be to switch right back to scantalation lol)

working with such a small window in between the ep airing and actually releasing the sub definitely made for some occasionally sloppy mistakes, and more often than not I’d just get completely off track for one reason or another. If you ever noticed my sub released like 12 full hours after airing rather than the normal 5 its because i was either caught up in a game or a show (there was a solid 2 weeks where the sub was delayed because i was binging doctor who (sorry)). 

There’s so much I feel like I could talk about in regards to the personal journey I went on subbing this show and its hard to even think of how to put it into words, I graduated from university and started working in the span of subbing this show, if feels like a joke. I figured out that I was trans because of this show (not totally true but it did happen in the timeframe).

That’s also not even to talk about the people I’ve gotten to meet while subbing this show, like, people I’d always held in high respect for their work that I’ve gotten to work with because I started doing this. It feels insane how much of my online presence has changed because of this show, like a year and some change ago this was a dead blog, I didn’t post or RB anything and if you look at my posts prior to january 2022 im pretty sure you could count most of my posts on your fingers. There’s such an insane amount of stuff I owe to the work ive done on my sub and even still i cant put it into words.

I was actually really worried I wasn’t gonna be able to get this sub out because I’ve been sick as a dog for about 3 days now, yesterday I was literally bedridden for half the day worrying that I might not be able to even sit at my computer because of what turned out to jsut be a really bad cold. The effort I’ve been able to put into other stuff too thanks to this is crazy to me, like I fully didn’t expect it to turn out so well for me. (like the blog that posted last weeks tl for me is actually just my alt I use for streaming, another thing i only really started doing because of the motivation I got from going this!)

Whether or not I keep subbing sentai, I’ll be having my manga projects taking focus more going forward, especially with how many I abandoned mid tl last year (nexus and kaixa manga both coming soon hopefully.

It’s hard to put into words just how much this show and the support I’ve gotten with my janky speed tl means to me, and for anyone who read this thank you so much for the support and encouragement over the last 10 months, because it really has meant the world to me.