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star-sim · 4 months

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"nooo! she's taken!" ☆ enha maknaes

☆ non-idol! bf! enhypen maknaes x celebrity! fem! reader ☆ summary: you are a very well-loved celebrity, and your relationship is finally revealed to the public. ☆ genre: fluff, another poor attempt at humor, it's very silly ☆ warning(s)? none! lmk if you'd like to see this w the hyungs! hyung ver.

sunoo ☆

so youre a famous actress

you have your official instagram account

and then your personal one, that you only allow family and personal friends to follow

sunoo, your bf, also has an account on instagram

since most of you friends and family know him, it's not uncommon for him to take your phone and post on your personal account

one of those "hai guys i stole her phone 🤭"

all in good fun

so one night, you and sunoo and cuddling

it was one of those vibey nights

the lights were dim, candles lighting up the room with their orangey hue, light music playing in the background

laying on you and sunoo's shared bed, his face buried into the crook of his neck while you run your fingers through his hair

its honestly so soft and warm and comfy :]

the two of you aren't really talking to each other, just basking in each other's presence

and eventually you begin to doze off

at first sunoo was like "baaaaabee!! why did you stop touching my hair"

but then he realized you were asleep

so after givng your cheek a soft peck, and tucking you into the soft blankets

sunoo physically goes >:]

he takes your phone and decides that he's going to spam your personal account

because tbh he does this a lot and it's funny for everyone involved

sunoo takes very silly pictures of you and him

pictures of you sleeping, ones at very silly angles (ik he takes the most FOUL 0.5s)

on your story he posts them with also very ridiculous captions

theres one of you sleeping with the caption "mimimumuimuiu"

another fisheye lens one of sunoo with the caption "hai i stole [name]'s phone 😈"

but he also posts some sweet ones

like one where you're dozing off in his arms w the caption "she's so cute"

sunoo gets mushy at some point

like his captions go from funny to "im so happy that i get to call myself [name]'s boyfriend, i feel so lucky to be with such a beautiful and talented woman"

that's great!

really!

that's wonderful!

but.

there's just one problem

one

teeeeeeensy

weeeeeeeeeensy

problem

he was using the wrong account.

he was posting all this on your official, business, 7.8 million follower, instagram account.

and not your personal account.

!!!!!

😱😱😱

he doesn't notice until 20 minutes later his phone blows up with articles and text messages

and when he notices

sunoos like OH SHIT

he shakes you awake

and poor boy is so apologetic :(

"baby i'm so sorry i didn't mean to out our relationship like that i should have been more careful-"

but when he explains it to you

you kinda just laugh

and go back to sleep

HELP

sunoo deletes the stories but people already screenshotted them

yeah... so this blows up

i feel like they would become memes

like the ones of you sleeping become reaction memes or even worse part of those tiktok meme slides LMAOAOAO

a lot of people think it's adorable

and you do too

but sunoo is so embarrassed

poor boy

he was writing out entire think pieces on your instagram story oml

OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TERRIBLE

there's definitely articles that come out about this

and yk how on articles theres a title page with images

one of the images is of you ofc

all these news outlets use your super professional HD MODEL pictures of you

like ones where youre a goddamn SMOKE SHOW, the "who is she?" ones, the ZOOWEE MAMA ones...

and then they use one of the foul images that sunoo takes of himself that are like 3 pixels

like the 0.5 lens ones 😭

nevertheless, there is a happy ending

everyone thinks its so sweet

including you

and when people bring it up on interviews you're able to just laugh about it

jungwon ☆

we joke abt jay and sunghoon and sunoo having mad side eyes

but i think we forget the FATHER of INSANE SIDE EYES

YANG JUNGWON HIMSELF

you're a singer/artist

and you just released a new EP!

on tiktok, you're making promotional videos to promote your new songs

looking like a cutie, popping off, as you always do!

anyways in many of them

you're in front of a glass door

or a mirror

so as youre being an absolute cutie promoting your song, in the background in the reflection you can see jungwon making faces

NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAKING FACES AT YOU

but bc sometimes there's ppl walking by and being judgy

jungwon is giving them mad stink eyes and it's caught in the reflection of your videos

i don't think a lot of ppl notice it until someone points it out

and when they do

theyre like

WHO TF IS THAT 😭

ppl are making tiktoks simply zooming into his face LMAOAOAO

and then a few days later

the paparazzi released pictures of you walking with jungwon, holding hands and on a date

and when ppl see it

theyre like

hmm...

that guy looks a lot like the guy in the reflection...

and then the dots connect

like sunoo, i think jungwon is embarrassed

everytime someone brings it up jungwon hides his face in your neck

and he wears that cute little bashful grin

but honestly it's cute

so just hug him and kiss his lil cheeks and he'll be okay

it kinda becomes viral on tiktok

so you make a few video stitches about it

you stitched the og video that pointed out jungwon's face in the background

your stitch was just a video of jungwon being embarrassed and freaking out

like bro was on the floor, hands in his hair

jungwon was in the trenches sorry 😭

there's another stitch where jungwon explains himself

he's dressed in a suit and tie and speaking so formally like he was making an apology video or something

"i would like to address a recent clip of me making inappropriate facial expressions-"

"babe you don't need to be so formal, it's a tiktok"

"you shant say that, i must do this for this is my will"

BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE ☠️☠️☠️

#freejungwon

riki ☆

youre an actress that's very popular

except some ppl hate you bc they think hating popular people makes them interesting *eye roll*

safe to say.... riki is your NUMBER ONE DEFENDER

like he is the ring leader to all of those [name] stan twt group chats

he's the one leading those discord raids on your hate groups OH MY GOD 😭

he has multiple accounts and he fights every person that dares tarnish your name

twitter is his battlefield and the keyboard is his sword

anyways one day riki is so deep into an internet fight that he GETS DOXXED 😭😭

like it wasn't even graceful

i think he'd make fun of one of your haters

and the hater goes "wanna see something funny? :)"

and BOOM

ADDRESS

IP ADDRESS

FULL NAME

PERSONAL EMAIL

PHONE NUMBER

dont actually dox people guys its not funny

when riki gets doxxed they get his full name right

and the hater, his assailent, and their little posse start searching his name on social media to further dox him

and BOOM #2

THEY FIND HIS INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT

now riki isn't stupid

so his ig acc is private

however.....

the profile picture of his acc is a selfie of you and him kissing

they also did research on him and found out that you and him went to the same high school...

in fact they found miscellaneous pictures posted online of you and him a few years back... holding hands n shit....

SHIT

this goes viral over night

its so bad that even news headlines are covering it

"TWITTER USER @[NAME]LUVER1209, HOT ACTRESS [NAME]'S MOST NOTORIOUS INTERNET DEFENDER, IS REVEALED TO BE HER BOYFRIEND 😱😱😱"

i feel like the public's reaction to this would be really light-hearted

like i think mst ppl would be cheering riki on

"he's so real"

"oh my god i think i was mutuals with @[name]luver1209"

"this is what true love looks like"

you have super loyal fans and riki's mutuals so they support you too

except i do think theyd be in shambles, but in good fun

"i just found out [name] has a bf im going to flush myself down a toilet"

"i can't believe she chose @[name]luver1209 when his fancams are so shit... THAT SHOULD BE ME!!!'

"i've been here waiting in line for three years and this random @[name]luver1209 swoops in and takes my woman..."

riki's stan account gains a lot of followers

and so with your permission

he posts a selfie of you and him

probably with a cheeky caption like "KISS MY ASS!!!!"

i feel like people go back and watch old talk show interviews and stuff

and if you zoom in

you'll see riki in the front rows cheering the loudest 😭

bro is everywhere

in the future there's def a moment where like

you're at a live talk show

and the host asks you about the fiasco

and you can literally just point to him in the audience like

"yeah my boyfriend's right there-- hi baby!"

and riki from the audience, behind his phone that he's using to record you like its a fancam, is like "hi baby!" back

i dont think the media even calls him riki, he's stuck as @[name]luver1209 forever

not that he minds

😭😭😭

hyung ver.

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heliads · 7 months

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Hi!! I miss your Derek fics so much so how’s one where you and him are in a casual relationship if yk what I mean when all of a sudden there’s a mishap that causes him to pull away and end up ghosting you because he caught feelings and is terrified of them, you still try to get in contact with him but got tired of it and that’s when Derek comes back basically begging for a chance to fix it🥺

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Derek Hale knows he’s gone too far because he’s no longer nervous waking up to hear someone else’s heartbeat next to him. Derek stays alone, always; it saves him the trouble of having to think about saving someone other than himself if he ever wakes up to another roaring inferno. Derek is good at being alone. It’s never something he’s struggled with, even as a lone wolf without a pack. He still talks to other people on occasion. It’s fine.

He’d thought it was fine. Derek had almost gotten to the point of convincing himself of it, and then he started making mistakes like entertaining himself with someone else, and by the time it occurred to him that he was long past the point of no return, there was no way he could ever end it. So he lives with it, it’s fine. Until it isn’t.

Derek Hale has never been the type to get caught up over a girl. He did it once, then swore it would never happen again. There is the idea of Derek, the lone wolf; Derek, the man with a heart colder than ice. He wouldn’t go so far as to describe himself as a womanizer, but he’s dated not one but two of the women who’ve tried to kill him and the other wolves in town, so maybe he should start thinking about raising his standards.

He did, though. That was the problem. Of all the people in this world, good and bad and outright bloodthirsty, Derek found the one woman capable of waltzing right past his best defenses and laying claim to the very organ he thought would never be bothered with again. Derek has long since assumed that, so long as it keeps beating on schedule, he’d never think about his heart unless someone was actively ripping it out of his chest, but Y/N changed that. She changed everything.

It was nothing at first. That’s what he promised himself the first time he woke up in an unfamiliar room that definitely wasn’t in his apartment complex. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he picked up on the sound of someone else breathing evenly next to him, but Y/N had woken up not long after him so they’d been able to talk things through. They’d both agreed that it was a one time thing, the result of years of rising tensions against supernaturals in Beacon Hills, and would never happen again.

The second time, Derek was no less taken aback, but a little more disappointed in himself. Usually, when he makes his word, he sticks to it for longer than a month. He’d left before she woke up that time. Didn’t stop him from crawling back, though. He can blame it on the alcohol that doesn’t affect him, the battle rush of adrenaline he’s long since learned to master. Excuses are easy. Falling is easier still.

Derek doesn’t fall, though. He won’t. Even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him. Derek can lock himself up and cut away his heart and distrust his mind until any conceivable feeling dies off from lack of oxygen. It wouldn’t be the first time. Somehow, he doubts it’ll be the last.

This is all well and good, but it doesn’t work as well as it should. Even now, blinking the last of the past night’s sleep from his eyes, Derek sits up slowly in his own bed, and the sight of Y/N there next to him isn’t surprising. Not at all. His internal alarm system stopped going off around her a long time ago. Hell, he gets more uneasy the longer he goes without seeing her instead of the other way around.

A year ago, he would have called that a mistake. Hales survive because they trust only each other. Y/N may be an ally in this eternally war-torn town, but that does not make her someone he can afford to keep around. Still, when he carefully lifts himself out of bed to avoid waking her, when she comes out of the room about half an hour later in one of his shirts, when Derek can’t quite tell where her perfume ends and his cologne begins, he wonders to himself if he hasn’t already crossed that line a very long time ago.

It doesn’t matter. None of this is real. He doesn’t make her breakfast, she doesn’t say goodbye. They just go about their lives as if the past night had never happened at all, as if none of the nights before that, all stretching out in one vast line of pale, bedsheet-white dominoes do not exist between them. You cannot topple what you do not see, and Derek’s eyes are snapped shut tight.

He’s started noticing things, though, against his better judgment. The furrows in Y/N’s brow vanish while she’s asleep, but they appear again when she looks around at her house or his in the morning and remembers something she’ll never tell him. Her shoulders always rise and pinch together right before she leaves without a word. Derek has started making himself scarce whenever she wakes up. It’s better for both of them if there’s no opportunity to stay any longer.

Most of all, Derek takes care to ensure that whatever happens at night does not affect either of them during the day. Y/N’s more closely allied with the McCall pack than whatever dregs are left of Derek’s ill-gotten attempt to seize power with his own batch of betas, but he still sees her often enough on wolf business. Derek has no doubt that Scott has caught on to the fact that they’re seeing each other, but neither of them will bring it up so long as it doesn’t become a problem.

A couple of times, Derek has felt Scott’s eyes on him like an accusation, burning holes into his shoulders whenever Y/N shows up late or seems listless during the discussions. Derek wants to throw up his hands and declare to anyone who cares to listen or blame him that he’s doing his best to make sure he isn’t the cause, but he doubts any of the younger pack members want to know that he’s specifically trimming off any stem of feeling before it takes root. He’s doing his best, at least. Surely that counts for something.

Still, he can feel their judgment like a plague, even outside of passing glimpses. When Scott McCall shows up at Derek’s door to ask for his help with a sudden hunter shootout at the hospital, Derek can still see the awareness in the back of the kid’s eyes. Y/N’s got her own thing going, Derek wants to clarify, she’s long past school-crush days just like him. They’re both adults and they can do what they please. High school sweethearts all die by hunters’ arrows. The ones who survive don’t play by the rules.

Scott will never bring it up, though, so Derek won’t, either. Instead, he just accompanies Scott to the hospital, where he slashes and stabs at anyone who tries to shoot at him. These sorts of things are becoming normal occurrences by now; Melissa McCall and the other doctors are probably sick of it, but what can you do?

Derek’s only half paying attention. He focuses enough to keep himself alive, but it’s easy to go on autopilot. The hunters will always attack, and they will always defend. Some will get hurt. They’ll heal in time to start the game over again. Nothing new.

It should be nothing new. It is, until Derek rounds a corner and he sees one of the hunters shooting at Y/N’s back. She’s distracted taking out someone else. She won’t react in time, Derek knows it, he can feel it in his bones like a bad frost, and Derek– he actually screams, a guttural shout of despair, and he hurls himself at the hunter. The gun goes flying out of the guy’s hands and into a corner of the room, blood spatters following it a second later. It’s alright again. Y/N is fine.

Y/N, actually, is staring at him in confusion. “What was that about?” She asks slowly.

Derek catches a hazy glimpse of himself in the glass panel of a nearby door and realizes that he looks mad. His eyes are wide, startled, glowing; his claws are out and dripping with gore. “He was going to shoot you,” he says, a little unsteadily, “You weren’t paying attention.”

She shakes her head slowly. “I was, Derek. His gun was empty. No more bullets left, I heard the empty barrel click a minute ago.”

Derek stares at her uncomprehendingly, and Y/N has to cross the room, pick up the fallen hunter’s weapon, and pull the trigger several times until Derek understands. She was right, no ammunition was shot. It was a complete misfire on his end, and something that he should have picked up on far before he decided to strike. If Y/N could hear that the gun was empty from across the room, Derek should have known it from where he stood.

He knows what this means, then. It means he’s making mistakes, and mistakes get you killed. They get everyone killed. Derek hasn’t made a mistake like this in a long time, because he never let anyone in, but he has now, hasn’t he? He’s known it for a long time. Y/N means far more to him than a prolonged one night stand. He has feelings for her, of a depth he couldn’t decipher if given a thousand years trapped inside his own head. Derek Hale has fallen in love, but this love will destroy him. It will make him weak.

And, fuck, Derek knows how this is going to end. How it always ends. He is a fire, consuming everything in his path; burning down his family home; choking the last breath from the lungs of anyone foolish enough to love him. If Y/N realizes that he loves her, if she does something so terrible as to love him back, she will fall before the year is out. They always do, and it will be his fault again, his fault like it was for all the others.

He moves before he knows what he’s doing. Y/N is calling after him, he thinks, but Derek is already rounding the corner and out of the hallway. Hunters in his path are killed by a wolf that might be Derek, if Derek was aware enough of what he was doing to act on anything more than animal instinct. Instead, he just keeps going like a bloodsoaked robot until Scott tells him it’s over, and then he leaves. He does not check in with the rest of the pack. He does not check in with Y/N.

In fact, he does not speak with her again. She tries texting him afterwards to see if he’s alright, and then even shows up at his door when he’s unresponsive for days, but Derek just waits silently in the confines of his apartment until she goes away. She can probably hear his heartbeat, but it doesn’t matter. This will benefit both of them. Neither Derek nor Y/N can afford an attachment like this. He’s already started slipping up in the heat of battle. Who knows what sort of deadly error he will commit next?

If he thought the McCall pack’s judgment was bad enough before, they’re downright diabolical now. He can’t speak to them without being on the receiving end of a thousand hateful stares. Every time he so much as crosses their path, you’d think he murdered their entire family. It’s unreal. Don’t they know he’s doing this for the best?

It’s not like Derek enjoys this, anyway. It’s unnatural. He’s started waking up at odd hours of the night, reaching out for someone who isn’t there. Derek rises with the sun and stares at the empty other half of the bed. He starts to get up quietly and then remembers that there’s no one around who’s still sleeping, so he can be as loud as he pleases. It feels wrong when the floor creaks.

He’s started creeping closer to the door whenever Y/N stops by. He hovers right by the threshold, listening; he can tell by the inflections of her voice that she’s starting to give up hope, and then she stops coming. When a week goes by without a single word from her, Derek thinks that he should be pleased because he’s finally saved her from himself, but instead, all he feels is alone.

It’s not a good feeling, this. Derek thought he would be able to shake off any and all feelings for her in a matter of weeks, but even a month later, he’s still in a terrible state. Lydia starts taking pity on him, he thinks, and actually treats him like a normal human being again, which kind of makes it all worse. He doesn’t want her compassion. He wants–

He wants Y/N. Waking up alone again, hands curling into fists around empty sheets, Derek realizes the earth-shattering truth as if from a dream. He wants her. He wants her more than anything. If this is safety, Derek doesn’t want it. He hates not knowing if she’s alright. He hates thinking that he might have hurt her. If this is the cost of keeping them both alive, Derek would rather be dead.

He throws on his clothes, headed towards the door in a flash. He wakes up early, always has; if he can just get over to her place before she leaves to go to work, maybe it would be okay– maybe she would still want him– maybe he would be enough, now that he knows without a shadow of a doubt that she is for him–

Y/N doesn’t open her door at first, which is, admittedly, justified. Derek’s cheeks flush with shame remembering all the times he’d pointedly ignored her visits. However, she’s better than him, always has been, and opens the door eventually. He looks at her, breathes out at last, and says– “I miss you.”

Y/N arches a brow. “You do?”

“I do,” Derek repeats, “And I’ve been– stupid, really, and I shouldn’t have been. I know better than that.”

Y/N folds her arms across her chest. “What made you change your mind?”

“I realized I love you,” Derek says. It’s only five words, but it makes Y/N sway as if she’s been shot.

“You’re just saying that,” she whispers faintly.

Derek shakes her head. “I’m not the type to throw those words around. You know that. You know me better than anyone, Y/N. Tell me if I’m lying.”

He waits. She stares at him, but at last she nods slowly, and says, “You love me?”

“I love you,” he affirms. Then: “Can I come in?”

A ghost of a smile haunts her lips. “Always so forward, aren’t you?”

He laughs a little, actually. It surprises both of them, Derek the most. “I thought you liked that about me.”

“I do,” she admits, and steps aside to let him pass. Derek lingers by her side, he can’t help it. Moments like these were meant to be treasured. He may have messed up too many of them to count, but for once, Derek can start again. He intends to make the most of it.

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pagodazz · 6 days

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NO SERIOUSLY HOW THE FUCK DO YOU WATCH EMH AND SKIP STEPH'S BLOG WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT WHAT'S THE POINT. Like I get why someone might skip the tapes even though they're important because they might assume it's less connected or something, BUT HOW THE FUCK ARE PEOPLE SKIPPING CYSTW WTF

you would be SO surprised at the amount of people who have not taken the time to look at ANYTHING. I've literally gotten so many people telling me they never knew Vinnie had been taken advantage of by the priest. like MF. DID YOU READ THE CORENTHAL LETTERS??

I think alot of people in this fandom are actually very sexist (even if they think they aren't) because they'll ignore all the women who even DARE to interact w the emh guys which is so unbelievably frustrating. They have to be purposely ignoring that stuff bc so many people are unaware of the terrible things HABIT has done. And yk from one look at my acc I obviously enjoy his character, but I'm definitely not gonna DEFEND this mf shouldn't be DEFENDED. cuz he's AWFUL.

They'll see Steph as an obstacle in their way to Evan even though she's literally JUST as important as the rest of the guys. LIKE Y'ALL SHE WAS WITH THEM IN FAIRMOUNT... SHE WAS THERE!!!!! they're so unaware of emh's connection with Bible verses thanks to Steph's posts with the floods.

Steph's story is something that is majorly needed for the plot AND to advance forward, if we didn't have Steph we WOULD NOT have an answer for Jessa. The dead characters of emh haunt the narrative, even when they're long forgotten, Vinnie still carries around the guilt for it all.

It's honestly SO UNBELIEVABLY UPSETTING HOW PEOPLE TREAT STEPH, I'd say recently maybe it's gotten a little bit better, but PEOPLE STILL ACT AS IF SHES A BAD GUY. like no she didn't bully your favorite emo dude, she was a WOMAN GRIEVING THE LOSS OF HER ONLY FRIEND, HER ONLY FAMILY and they could not HANDLE HER!!!!!!!

#everymanhybrid #slenderverse #emh #steph emh #damsel emh #canyouseethewords

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alfiely-art · 4 months

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Major Akuma Kun (2023) spoilers, warning you rn

Yk what gets me about this show is that it would've been really easy to make Strophaia a big bad evil villain who simply uses Ichiro and manipulates him for his own gain. But they don't. They make a point to show that Ichiro loves Strophaia, and that Strophaia loves him, too. That's why Strophaia wants to release everyone's light, I think- or at least, a big part of the reason. He wants to free Ichiro, to have him by his side- and to do that, he needs to have Ichiro be like him.

Unless Ichiro has some special powers aside from being Akuma Kun, he's really just some normal boy. Strophaia was surprised that he had some hidden destiny. This tells me that Ichiro specifically wasn't needed to free the woman in chains. But Strophaia wanted him to do it. He didn't want anyone else to do it, he wanted Ichiro to be the one to choose to free himself and everyone. And he would have, if Shingo and Mephisto II didn't take Ichiro.

Strophaia feels as though his loved one was taken from him, was stolen. That's why he wants to torture Shingo, even after the man is near death already. He didn't care to torture Mephisto III- he was honestly just a casualty in this whole thing. Something to push Ichiro to the edge of grief so the flute would finally break. In his eyes, his beloved Aeshma was stolen and forced into a role he never wanted to have. And honestly? He's not too off the mark. Ichiro had a lot of trouble dealing with this destiny that was thrown onto him, who wouldn't?

It's Strophaia's love that pushes him to do what he does. He's older than almost everyone in the show, save for Satan. But he loves this human. This seemingly random human who was abandoned by his kind.

It's Ichiro's love that both causes Strophaia to almost win, and also the thing that defeats him. For now.

It's just... idk. In a lot of shows they have the protagonist go up against someone they hate, someone who's harmed them or their loved ones and seemingly has no good qualities. But when shows make the motivation love? Ourgh. Ourgh. It's so good. I don't even mean romantic love here. Platonic, familial, any kind of love. Love isn't this pure thing that will solve everything. Love is messy. Love is hard. And I really like how they show that. All the people Ichiro loves hurt him in some way, and he hurts them back, too. Not out of maliciousness- simply out of being human. Despite, yk, a good portion of the cast being demons. But I digress.

I really hope season two takes a closer look at all the.... conflicted feelings Ichiro definitely has. Strophaia is most likely returning, considering they didn't use that scroll. I want to see where their relationship heads. Honestly, I can see a redemption or a double down from Strophaia.

Another thing I wanna point out is how desperate Strophaia was to stop Ichiro from using the flute. He shields himself with his wings, he looks downright terrified. He's begging, repeating "Aeshma" over and over as his voice cracks. It's just. So gripping. Strophaia had all the confidence in the world that Ichiro would come back to him, and not only did Ichiro not do that- he aimed to kill him. Like. Ourgh. Obviously Strophaia needed to be defeated, man's was hurting people, but. Imagine the betrayal. Heck, how Ichiro feels. He's doing the same thing he did all those years ago, what accidentally separated him and Strophaia in the first place- what started the cracks in the flute!!! It's just!!!! Ourgh!!!!!!!!!

#akuma kun #rambling #i hope this made sense #when i say “love” i dont only mean romantic love by the way. just. love in general #love seeing characters having messy feelings and struggling to figure them out.#akuma kun 2023 #strophaia #ichiro umoregi #textpost #long post #analysis???#idk man. i just really like how they did it #akuma kun spoilers

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harryjpotter-shitpost · 10 months

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I can give Dudley the redemption arch because he was a child following after his parents (very abusive behaviors) but people are really defending Petunia and Vernon???? What the fuck?? Like it pretty much says in the first sentence of the whole series that they’re assholes! And it is canon that both Vernon AND Petunia were physically, emotionally, and mentally abusive to Harry until the last moment he left private drive.

The only reason I can give Dudley any kind of redemption or forgiveness is because we see him change in the books after the Dementor attack. I don’t think he and Harry will ever be close or very friendly, but I can see them having a civil relationship at least for their children. Or even just to make up for their shitty childhood that they shared together, as Dudley was also abused too. But this would definitely be after years of therapy and trying to make amends, it wouldn’t happen until many years after the war was over.

You would be surprised on how many posts I’ve crossed where people almost worship Petunia and say that Vernon is the one who forced her to hate her sister!!!

I believe that Dudley deserves redemption cause as you said he was a young person living in a very toxic environment. However, I’m always rather conflicted on how his relationship with Harry is post-war. I’ve read a few fics that had different perspectives on what their relationship have come to, and they’re all very interesting! But I’m not set out on one opinion. Sometimes I think Harry would try to leave it all behind him, but sometimes I think that maybe they’d reconnect as Dudley was obviously a very huge part of Harry’s life (even though it was horrendous) and the same goes the other direction. But I’m sure of one thing; I don’t think they’ll ever have a “close brotherhood” kind of relationship. Maybe sending presents over the holidays or reconnecting every few years, but never close, yk?

But anyways let me get back to my rant about Petunia. It’ll be under the cut :)

CW: mentions of abuse

Let’s get one thing straight: Vernon did not make her hate Harry nor was he pulling the strings in that house and the abuse regarding his nephew. It was Petunia. She collected ALL the hatred in that house and made sure it was taken out on Harry. Why? Because she’s a petty, small-minded and disgusting woman who abused the power she had over a child. All that to let out some of the childish jealousy she had against her DEAD little sister.

Here are some quotes from the books to use as a starting point:

“Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn’t have a sister,”

“They didn’t want Dudley mixing with a child [Harry] like that.”

“she [Petunia] always got so upset at any mention of her sister.”

"He [Vernon] cleared his throat nervously. ‘Er — Petunia, dear — you haven’t heard from your sister lately, have you?’ As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn’t have a sister. ‘No,’ she said sharply.”

“Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he’d heard the name ‘Potter.’ He decided he didn’t dare.”

“‘Harry’ [Said Petunia]. ‘Nasty, common name, if you ask me.’”

So these quotes are from the first chapter of the first book (Philosopher’s Stone).

As you can see, pretending the Potters don’t exist is a mutual decision from both sides and it seems that Petunia is more bothered by the mention of her sister than Vernon is because when he tries to bring up the Potters his main concern is upsetting Petunia. Never once does he mention his own disgust with them when trying to bring them up. No, it’s Petunia’s reaction he’s worried about. This doesn’t seem like a behavior of someone who is forcing his wife to hate her sister.

If anything it seems to me that Petunia have explained to her husband how much she dislikes the mention of her sister (and her sister’s entire family too) and so Vernon got the memo that the Potters should never be brought up. Which shows that Petunia is the one who fuels the hatred for the Potters in their household.

Now I’m not saying that Vernon is completely innocent, no he’s hates the Potters too. But his is more personal. After the whole double date incident when he felt that James was taking the mickey out of him and undermining his power. A bully like Vernon who likes to show off his money and power being insulted by a teenager made Vernon hate James’ guts.

“…James was amused by Vernon, and made the mistake of showing it. Vernon tried to patronise James, asking what car he drove.”

“Vernon could not tell whether he was being made fun of or not, and grew angry. The evening ended with Vernon and Petunia storming out of the restaurant.” -Pottermore

And I think that Vernon usually likes to pretend that the people he hates don’t exist, he’s way to high to be bothered by a cocky teenager who ‘doesn’t have a future’. He feels way too superior. During his wedding he made sure not to give James any attention, but made sure to return the humiliation he felt during the double date.

“Vernon refused to speak to James at the reception, but described him, within James’ earshot, as ‘some kind of amateur magician’.” -Pottermore

After Vernon obviously felt satisfied with his comeback, he never gives James a glance.

That’s why when mentioning the Potters he doesn’t even mention the double date incident because technically who’s that James next to him?? No, his wife’s reaction is the main concern.

And that’s the difference between the hate Vernon has towards the Potters and Petunia’s hatred. Whereas Vernon hates James specifically for undermining him and his money and power, Petunia hates them all because she ‘knows’ she’s less superior and special. This fuels her jealousy and anger towards them.

Therefore; Vernon’s ultimate superiority and Petunia’s ultimate loathing.

And you can see that Petunia already has it out for Harry even though she hasn’t met him yet; calling his name “Nasty”. Now I know some of you might interpret her sentence as Petunia criticizing her sister’s choice of names, but if that was the case she would’ve claimed the boy’s misfortune of having such a name or the kid’s misfortune on having parents like the Potters. But no, she mainly focused on the child. Which gives the impression that she’s disliked Harry the moment she knew about him.

“she [Petunia] received from Lily and James the announcement of Harry’s birth, and after one contemptuous look, Petunia threw it in the bin.” -Pottermore

These things sets the foundations for her dislike towards Harry. So when the moment comes where she actually meets him, he will be connected to the ‘detestable’ announcement and the ‘nasty’ name.

Then the times comes where she has to handle that child’s responsibilities and raise him.

And she did take him in, no one’s denying that, but this happened:

“She did it grudgingly, and spent the rest of Harry’s childhood punishing him for her own choice.” -Pottermore

She spent the rest of Harry’s childhood punishing him for her own choice.

She took him in. She hated every single moment of having to raise him. So she made sure he was punished for it.

If that is not abuse as some people like to say, then what is exactly???? Punishing an innocent child for taking him in? Are you guys serious?

That’s why her character disgusts me so much. I cannot stand her at all. Because if anything this is a psycho level of behavior. A sane person wouldn’t dream of hurting a small animal let alone a child. Her nephew.

And as for Vernon’s hatred towards Harry it stems out of the humiliation he felt when he met James. The fact that Vernon made sure to return that humiliation during the wedding satisfied Vernon and he didn’t have to think about James anymore. But Harry ( the carbon copy of James) serves as a constant reminder of that feeling, so his hatred towards Harry stems out from his injured masculinity. As Pottermore says:

“Uncle Vernon’s dislike of Harry stems in part, like Severus Snape’s, from Harry’s close resemblance to the father they both so disliked.”

So ya this is my rant about them. Sorry if this is all over the place, English isn’t my first language and this topic pisses me off so much🙂.

And I’d like to conclude that I hate them both, but hate Petunia at tad bit more :)

#cw abuse #the Dursleys piss me off so much #harry deserves better #that poor thing was punished for nothing #don’t let me catch one of y’all defending petunia #I’ll genuinely loose it #she’s one of the most vile women #i could write more about this topic #but i think this is too long already #golden trio #4 privet drive #petunia dursley #vernon dursley #aunt petunia #uncle vernon #harry james potter #dudley dursley #harry potter #harry potter series

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leviachanmybeloved · 2 years

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Strawhat cuddling Hcs

This is how I think the Strawhats would cuddle:D I already wrote for Luffy, Zoro and Sanji, so you can check those out here!! GIF not mine, creds to the owner! Also, choppers and brook's is platonic!!

Nami

So, I feel like she'd be really cozy.

That's the vibe I get from our lovely navigator

She's not that big of PDA, but hand holding or resting your head on her shoulder she can do

She enjoys soft touches, it makes her feel all fuzzy and warm

She also likes it when you lie down on her chest, vise versa

She also enjoys little kisses littered all over her skin, it flusters her

I feel like she'd be super cuddly aswell-

She def likes eskimo kisses too, especially if it’s before bed.

Just soft touches, nose rubs and soft snuggly snugs

ESPECIALLY IN WINTER OMG😭😭😭

She’d cling to you or like- be closer to you more often since it’s colder

omfg i need a cuddler like her so bad😭😭

Usopp

Yes

Best cuddler

He just looks so warm and nice and comforting

Def a 10/10 to cuddle with

He’d def say some sort of joke or tell one of his infamous stories

I feel like he’d enjoy light soft kisses

but i feel like he’d just like rubbing ur cheek with his and just staying squished there

He’s very ticklish but like- in the weirdest areas

So he’s always giggling in some way shape or form

Like, you lightly graze your fingers over his back or chest and baby would be giggling like a school girl

He also likes hand holding and like- arm linking when the crew is exploring a new island

You needed to drag him off the ship bc you weren’t gonna let his “i cant get off the ship disease” stop him from being the brave warrior of the sea

But i also think that he’d use exploring a new island a reason to be close to you yk?

someone else to hide behind<3

But yes, cuddles with usopp are soft and calm and just😩😩

Chopper

Soft and sweet

Need i say more?

Like a lil teddy bear🥹🥹

I feel like he’d be making sure every five minutes if you’re comfortable and if you’re ok or need anything

bc chopper is very worried abt his favorite person<3

He likes headpats and hugs

Even maybe like- laying his head in your lap-

He’d def deny liking it, but he’d be doin his little dancey dance while denying it-

10/10 bc we love chopper<3

Nico Robin

Motherly love

I adore this woman omg-

She’d be so calming and so so sweet🥹🥹

Warm and sweet and motherly

Definitely plays with your hair while cuddling

I feel like she’d give forehead kisses

Or like, on your hand

Especially if she’s like- holding it while walking

She’d occasionally bring your hand up to her lips and place a gentle kiss on it

possibly even mumbling words of affirmation

go to her when ur stressed

do it

she will run a bath, get your favorite drink/snack, place some candles around and make everything comfortable for you.

and she’d even offer to wash your hair and massage your back✨✨

even if she didn’t have a mom herself, i feel like she’d take care of others how she wished she could be taken care of

I feel like likes holding hands in public and small kisses here and there

not really all out like a certain love cook

but she’s great with affection, and not just touch

but all in all, robin AND cuddles????

100000000000000/10

Franky

He smells like cola

is very comfortable for a cyborg

if he sees you’re cold, he’d like- heat up like a heater and warm you up

he’s very boisterous, but i feel like he’d be a good cuddler nonetheless

i feel like he’d hum a tune to you while you’re on his chest or by his side

he does give me dad vibes so i feel like he’d be reading his newspaper and you can just lie there, listening to his breaths

he likes cheek kisses

idk why

he just looks like he’d like them✨

loves pda

not afraid to hug you anywhere or wrap an arm around your shoulder

he’s great at comfort

if you need a ear, he’s ur guy

if you need to cry, he has tissues

if you need to beat someone up, you have him and literally the entire crew

he’s there for u and at the end of it all, with ur permission will hug you

then he’ll make you laugh by doing something dumb with usopp

all in all, franky is a SUPER cuddler

1000000000/10

Brook

He’s very uh- harsh to cuddle with

yk him being a skeleton

so i feel like he’d just link arms or hold hands

he’s very calming to be around though, so that makes up for the little physical touch

he’ll make you a cup of tea or your favorite drink, then like- play some music or some small talk

he’s very comfortable to be around and he has a heart of gold

he cant do kisses cuz yk- he has no lips

YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO

But if he did, hand kisses and like- eskimo kisses

but brook is very very sweet so he gets points for it

i need someone like brook rn🥲🥲

Jinbei

Another dad, but just as comforting as the others

Very comfy

feels like a pillow

He is, much like the rest of the crew, very very comforting and welcoming

I feel like he’d like hand holding, arm linking and maybe even piggy back rides

He’s a great listener and has great advice/tips

He isn’t one for smooches, but if you asked for one he’d go for the forehead

Jinbei would also let you sit on his lap and just stay there

as much as you like his presence, he enjoys yours tho he’d never say anything abt it

jinbei and cuddles?? yes

1000000000/10

#anime #nami #cat burglar nami #usopponepiece #usopp #straw hat pirates #strawhat crew #tony tony chopper #nico robin #cyborg franky #franky one piece #brook one piece #jinbei #one piece #one piece fluff #strawhat fluff

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bthump · 2 years

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This is the first time I ask something, but I love your takes on Griffith and every griffguts related analysis soo I was wondering, what would you like to see in berserk’s next chapters? Ever since it was announced the manga was going to continue I felt morbid to see Casca taking lead of the whole plot because of her hatred towards Griffith, but I’m not sure if that’s something I’d really like, nor how it’d go, neither if Casca even will feel such an intense hate for Griffith (sorry if there are grammatical mistakes, English isn’t my first language)

Thank you very much!

My biggest hope and dream is that Casca will use the behelit, sacrifice moonbaby - possibly along with Griffith as a package deal, which presumably wouldn't kill Griff but may inconvenience him - and become an apostle out for revenge.

I think it would be a perfect way to turn the story dark again, incite Guts to lose it himself and be taken over by the armour, give Casca something active to do, and demonstrate her trauma in an epic, story-altering way.

I don't think Casca is going to take over as protagonist though - she'll still be a secondary character no matter what happens, I'm sure. But I do hope that she does something major that drives the plot forward and changes things up, and I can't imagine anything more fitting.

Like if the only payoff to twenty years of regression thanks to demon rape trauma is that she yells at Griffith and cries I will be thoroughly unimpressed lol. I can't imagine a moment we've been building toward for 200 chapters in a story all about revenge and despair coming down to an exchange of words, you know? This is exactly the type of feeling Miura invented behelits to express.

Plus it's a perfect way to give Casca's trauma the significance it deserves without actually having to write a realistically traumatized woman lol, which Miura seemed pretty averse to doing.

And I do definitely think that she will hate Griffith. I don't think forgiveness is on the table, I don't think she'll want to move on and live her life in peace away from him, I don't think "Your wish may not be her wish" refers to Casca wanting to settle down and raise a family and Guts wanting revenge, or Casca wanting to rejoin Griffith, or anything like that.

Like, maybe that's wishful thinking lol because I would hate any of those things, but I genuinely do think that the idea with Skull Knight's warning there is that Guts is the one who wants to be able to move on when he restores Casca's mind but Casca is not going to be his nostalgic comfort object. We already saw hints of that with the way she can't look at him, frustrating Guts ("What the hell am I going to do now?") and I think it's going to come to a head in the next few chapters.

Plus the way Casca was more readily able to blame Griffith during the Eclipse, expresing anger while Guts only expressed sad resignation... I can easily see Casca actually wanting revenge more than Guts ever did. And man there's something nicely poetic about Griffith having originally been the one to show her that she can fight back and kill the men who want to hurt her, and Casca describing herself as his sword back in the day, if now she's the one after revenge. And then you have Guts' musing in the cave in chapter 130 that he doesn't deserve to get revenge on behalf of the Hawks since he abandoned them - compare that to Judeau and Pippin saving Casca, demanding that she survive because she represents the Hawks. I would love to see her take over the revenge aspect of the story.

tbh though I don't really know what Casca might do in detail if she does become an apostle - it couldn't just be Ganishka 2.0. I think that Skull Knight and Danann are planning for this to happen so I guess maybe I see her becoming a weapon for them? Yk they can give her magic power ups or whatever and aim her at Falconia and see what happens. I envision this as negative, like Elfhelm/SK essentially turns out to be an antagonistic force here using Guts and Casca for their own ends. But that's about all the detail I got for this theory.

Thanks for the ask!

#ask #stillapieceofgarbage2006 #a #b #theme: speculation #character: casca #arc: f #theme: revenge

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rad-fire-vixen · 2 years

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Dear Rad-Fire-Vixen.

Good day, I noticed you turned off anon, this makes you a pussy. I hope you realize and know this. So, friend, buddy, where you from? Me personally, California, but that's probably obvious haha. Now, I just want to know, what colour was your dads belt? Actually, bad question. If, somehow, you have a father, and he did end up beating you, you probably wouldn't have ended up like this. You, my good friend, are a perfect example as to why kids probably SHOULD be whooped. Well hey, if your dad didn't beat you, I'll do it instead :P. But hey, I'm not trying to say anything twitter-worthy; however I could totally use the belt to hang you instead. What about an abusive ex, did he hit you? Or she, or they, I don't judge. Though, maybe all it would take is a good man to fix you, or a good woman, or a good whoever, but you'd probably get some yk if you were simply a better person. I mean, how does one end up as much of a failure as you? You must have seriously fucked up somewhere in life. But hey, thats alright, I don't judge. But oh my god would life be better if you just.... stopped. You know what I mean? If you stopped. Whether that be breathing, posting, whatever, if you just stopped. This is unrelated, but I wonder if you were taken and held for ransom, would your family pay it off? Or would the loss be acceptable due to monetary concern. How much do you think your life is worth? You are not safe, and never will be. Not trying to be a weirdo or anything, its simply a message from some guy on the internet, whether you heed my warning is up to you.

Yours truly, Jonathan.

why are you telling me your life story, you loser? that thing you’re looking at right now? that’s a mirror, not a window. but nice try, moid. also i have never turned on anon. it’s always been off.

this is unrelated, but did your mom tell you recently that she regrets keeping you instead of aborting because she’s revolted by the coomer incel you’ve become? and that she would’ve been so much happier without you sucking her life away? and that even your dad can’t stand the sight of you because you’re a waste of his climax? if you were kidnapped and held for ransom, would your family hold a party because you’re finally no longer a threat to every woman and girl you come across? because i definitely would. not trying to be a weirdo or anything; this is just a simple statement from me.

sincerely,

a woman that you’re trying to get validation from because your own mother is ready to retroactively abort you

#radfems do interact #male receipts #the fact that you think you’re threatening to me in any way is fucking hilarious #male bullshit

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maria-eve-falcon · 2 years

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We were jet set Bonnie and Clyde part 2

part 2 : just a random day (somewhere in May ): A lingering bottle

Joe walks in the bar , looking around for Garrett . it’s a party , everyone was already dancing around laughing, some chatting in a corner . He decides to just go to the bar and call Garrett.

“Hey” a certain tall, blonde woman shows up with a beer bottle

“Oh hey.. “ He says confusingly . Should he talk? Like actually? But she ignored him, right? Just a couple of days ago? Should he even have responded to her? He gets a bit anxious at the thought of doing something wrong.

“You ok?” she asks. “You seem lost,”

“Yeah I’m fine, you?” he interupts her

“Yeah good, you with someone? Mackenzie?”

He gets a bit taken as she remembers his friend’s name. Weird that she is not even a friend but just a co star he hangs out with. And she did not remember him. He chuckles to himself just to find a curious taylor confusingly looking at him

“Oh, umm no, I am with garrett actually”

“Oh” she says flatly, “did you think I forgot you?”

Blinking at her he asked why she thought that.

“Oh nothing , you looked like that. Also I could not talk to you at the met so..”

“To be fair , I did think that, but you here remember my co star so”

She laughs at his remark .

“No seriously, it’s astonishing for someone like you to remember someone like me let alone my friends or colleges”

“Well I’m flattered tbh”

“No, I’m serious!”

“Ok mr. serious, “ he chuckles at her words. “but it’s nothing special yk?”

“What?

“The thing you said,” she thinks then says again “ more like nothing about me is that special actually,”

“Oh what do you even know?” he thinks out loud in a whisper

“What?”

“What what?”

“Did you say something?”

“No I didn’t!” he shrugged.for a moment he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her how special she was. “Remember she has boyfriend joe , she definitely knows that she is special , also, she is a celeb and known, why would she not know that?!”

“Oh” she says. A part of her wanted him to say that she was special. It was part of her she was not feeling lately. Well, other than the fact that Tom Hiddleston was dancing with her. She knew he had a bullet that day, maybe she should have taken it and dodged the one she had been carrying. But oh Taylor’s mind did not tell her that bullets are to dodge not to take, no matter if it was tom or adam. If it’s a bullet you had no chance sweetie.

“Wait , maybe bullet is not the best metaphor, specially for tom” she thinks

The long silence finally caught their attention. “So” they said in unison

“Umm you go first” joe said

“No you go “

“No you”

“No, ummmm” they laughed nervously, he started scratching the back of his neck before asking her whose party it was.

“Oh it’s Lily's husband, you know? Caleb ?”

“And Lily is..Aldridge?”

“Yup!”

“You see , it is a special thing”

“What?”

“Remembering people and their exact friends” he smirked “ couldn’t be me”

She sheepishly smiled at him.

Suddenly the lights go out

“What the-” she starts and the lights come back.

“Sorry , maybe it was a cut” says Lily who comes forwards towards Joe and taylor.

“Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ exclaimed Tay in the most excited and loud voice she could possibly have.

Ok someone is already drunk? Joe thinks. And laughs in his mind.

“Oh shit I’m too loud,” thinks Taylor as she hugs Lily.

“Was I too loud?” she whispers to Lily in the hug

“No, but.. Maybe yes” Lily says pulling away from her

She playfully bites her tongue and goes for another sip out of her beer bottle and realizes why she felt drunk as no drops of the liquid come out.

She bites her lip as she asks for another bottle to the bartender. And even she knew it was not the best choice. But she can’t, she just can’t stop drinking.

It just feels like she will be less fun in those minutes without any drinks in her hand as if it was a potion for her confidence. Or maybe she was just drunk.

“Another one?!” Lily snaps at her like a mother. After all her daughter was not with her now, a mother needs a child to mother one, and she found one. “ you just had a whole bottle!”

“No , no! It’s for joe ok?”

“Oh..” Lily looks at the guy a bit far away from her , staring at the gateway looking for someone, like he wanted to yeet out of it.

“Joe?” Tay snaps her fingers at him.

“Umm yeah?”

“You are lost , again.” and taylor can’t believe she was being insecure about a person who wasn’t even caring .

Suddenly he notices Lily. “ Hey, Lily!” he invites her to his hand, which she shakes with gratitude.

“How are you? And caleb? “

“I’m ok, and yeah he is too. So , you here with tay-?

“Garrett” he interupts.

“Oooo” she looked at Taylor who was about to pour the drink in her mouth like she was thirsty after a long hour of walking.

” I thought it was for joe” lily indicates to Taylor flatly.

Joe finds himself confused and looks at both of them before getting what tay was doing and laughs.

“You finished the first one already?”

Tay makes a face at him which reminds him the way she had mocked him before, and laughs a little again.

“Apparently she bought you this,” Lily mocks Taylor,”But too shy to tell you, you know?! She thinks your too much to ask”

He laughs slightly as Taylor turns bright red. He notices, just to mistake it as her tipsiness.

And for a slight moment , he can’t help but admire how cute she was. “You know? Let's go outside.. It’s getting too crowded.'' Lily suggests. “Also it’s great out there!” “Sure!” Joe responds. He hates the crowd anyways.

They got outside on the balcony which was also, without a doubt, crowded. But it was very beautiful. The moon looked like a dimple of the sky. She saw Lily taking slow steps to move inside the bar as soon as she was sure of Joe and her being on the balcony. And she knew why that was. And she also sensed what Lily sensed.or maybe Lily did not sense it. But there was no way it was going there.

“So, can I have it?” the blonde man beside her raises his hand slightly and puts it on hers.

She couldn't help but feel her heart racing for no reason at all, “could he?” she asks herself.

Just to find him grasping the bottle instead of her and putting the ice cold bottle on his lips. She exhales.

“Sorry” he said, “I did not even as-”

“It’s ok,” she smiles, ”I bought it for you after all,” she lied. Because this is when it all goes trembling. Her confidence to stand straight, her smile and the worst are her thoughts. They all come back. Her fears that she doesn’t wanna fear, the thoughts she doesn’t want to think. “Calm down taylor..you’re okay..focus on something else” she thinks. And sighs. She looks at the man beside her.

It’s crazy how they keep meeting each other at random places. And how she was laughing in her head about how his buzzcut looked real funny in every angle but couldn’t help but be fond of his attitude. And the way he was drinking from the bottle , his hands slightly wrapped around the bottle that being the first time she noticed how big they were. And as his lips touched the bottle, they looked careful and delicate, like kissing flowers. And she couldn’t believe that she was thinking this of all things. What will Adam think? She thought. And there it was. She didn’t want to think.

“You ok?” Joe asks her with a concerned look. “ you look kinda faint and pale”

“Yeah? yeah..I’m fine”

“You sure?” he takes another sip of beer and the light perfectly shows his large fingers. She felt another hit in her stomach. She thought that she was such a slut. Like Adam would always tell her. Or maybe she had a problem in her stomach for not having enough food and just alcohol. She laughs to herself. “God I am soo fucked up.”

“What?”

“Uhh nothing”

“Oh ok” and they both stay silent.

Joe hates situations like these. He just hates it when the other person doesn't talk. Because he doesn’t talk either.

He would love to talk to the blonde.like the day they met, her hair was still bleached making her rock a platinum blonde version of her. But unlike then he has hair now. A little hair but not a buzzcut.at least that gives him confidence.

“Let’s go there” she pointed to a separate place , a dark shadow separate from the balcony of the bar.

“Is that even allowed?’

“Idk, but they’ll allow me! Like who could be a bigger vip in here then me?” “oh shit that was bitchy” she couldn’t help but regret those words.

Joe on the other hand didn’t mind. Little taken aback that she’ll say that but he laughed and said.

“No lies spoken”

They tiptoed to the side of the balcony. It was empty.

“Better” she whispered.

“Why? I thought you’d like to be with people”

“I dunno..hating the crowd is becoming my personality i guess”

“Ditto”

“Really?”

“I always hated the crowds..it made..kinda made me feel idk..lonely in a way you know?”

“Why?”

“It’s just.. I function bad and get nervous in front of too many people..specially if I don’t have people I know with me” he laughed

“You know me”

“No, I mean yes, I mean I know you..but I don’t know you”

She gives him a confusing look. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Umm” he looks at the sky. Half moon. Shining bright like a full moon. He couldn't help but wonder if the sky was sad or the moon was too happy.

“Hello!?” Taylor tries to get his attention.

“Yeah?”

“You were answering me I guess?”

“Oh yeah..” he starts, “you know how in darkness a little light shines really bright?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah..that’s why I was trying to figure out if the sky was too dark..or the moon was too bright” he smiles fondly facing the sky.

“You’re annoying”

He looks at her smirking. “I know that but.. Why?”

“You said you know me and at the same time you don’t. I don’t know about you but any human would be confused” she smirked back

He laughed slightly and stretched holding the railings of the small balcony , the bottle that she gave him in his hands. The drink was getting on his mind. Her eyes watched everyone of his muscles stretch, even though he still had his coat on which fit him perfectly she could tell he looked nice underneath

“Well…” he began, “ I know you for like..well..see this. I have seen you twice before this right? And for like 5 seconds.Then, how do I know you? I know like 1 to nothing about you”

She smiled. “That’s true,” she said. “Maybe making people feel like they know has gotten into me”

“Hmm” he looked at the sky again. “That you do good to be honest”

“Really?”

“Hmm” he looks at her. “I don’t usually take bear from pop stars I know for like 2 seconds or don’t like,” he smirked.

“You don’t like me?!”

“I don’t like your music”

“Seriously?” she looked at him with an annoying face

“c’mon..I really don’t like your music. Your talented but yeah”

“Ahhh” she smiled, biting her tongue. “It’s ok if you don’t like my music, I don’t like it either”

“now that’s one white lie”

“No seriously..it’s just..” she takes a step closer to him. She couldn’t tell him how much she wished she did not make music or have this much popularity.”it’s just..too nostalgic..and sad”

“What are you looking at?”

“The moon” joe looks at her, and says, “it’s very pretty”

“Thanks”

“I meant the moon.”

“I know” she laughs,”I thanked you for something else”

“For what?”

“For not knowing me.” she says oblivious to his stares.

“anytime”

she looks at him. Then they just pause. And she could swear it was great to have a nice silence. A peaceful one.

“Right,you have listen to my music, so which ones did you hate huh? honest opinion please”

“I’m never gonna lie to you “ he laughs teasingly

“Why?”

“I don’t care what you think” he smirks.

Now that hurts. “Ouch!” she says playfully.

“Wait where are you going?”

“I don’t care about you either.”

“No wait uhh, hey!”

He calls after her.”I was kidding” more like flirting.

“It’s ok..I was kidding too” she comes back to her place. She doesn’t wanna meet the crowd. It’s better to have an enemy or hater than fake friends and smiles.

“So”

“So….?” he looks at her curiously.

“Which songs?” she laughs slightly, he gives the half full bottle to her.

“Oh , that?” he thinks,”some random ones”

She takes a sip.”that’s it? No names?”

“Ummmm bad blood?”

It made her laugh, god it was weird. “That’s all you remember?”

“Well you have my fav artist as a feature there so..”

“Uh…you like kendrick? And rap like any other white boy I believe”

“Well, I do like kendrick and eminem and..well..kinye..but not rap that much”

Kanye. Ok yeah he is a white boy at the end of the day. Maybe he is not a fan. Or maybe he just likes his music.

“But I prefer indie better”

“Really?” She really wanted to thank him for changing the topic. “I love indie too! I just basically love sad”

“No matter how much you complain about writing it” he chuckled.

She smiled. At least he was listening.

So they were chatting for a little while .

And Joe’s phone rings. “Sorry, gotta take it”

“Yeah sure.'' She felt like it was a date. God she hasn’t been in a conversation like this.she hates it. She hates how she can’t remember the last time having a date or a dinner or just a long enough conversation with Adam.she couldn’t help but think god how a knowing-a-person conversation turns into an awkward silence in months. Just like her and adam. As soon as the honeymoon phase ends, it’s gone. Puff.. nobody thinks about what’s after happily ever after.

“Yeah..ok yeah. Don’t worry pat, I’ll get it as soon as I’m home ok? Don’t worry. It was old anyways. What was gonna go with it anymore? God, ok I’m in the middle of something , oh and yeah I’m sorry for not checking up. It's really busy here. Bye, bye”

“God,” Joe whispered.

“Home or boyfriend?”

“Wha-? Oh” he laughed, holding his stomach.

“First of all, little brother. Second of all I like boobs too much to be gay” he winked.“oh shit" he thought. “Sorry that-”

“It’s fine and I am sorry..like I just said you’re gay without knowing you.”

“I thought you were kidding”

“Only half,” she laughed. “God, how long are we here?”

“Like half an hour,” he says.

And suddenly the dark side of the gym by national was on the speakers.

“God I love this song” Joe says.

“Wait, I haven’t heard this one, is that the national”

“Yeah, pink rabbits”

“Wait, you didn’t say you like the national too!”

“I don’t like it” he smirked, “I love them”

She twirls in the sound of music. The booze is still in her hands, tilting as she does. It’s been a while since she danced, alone. Without anyone watching. Any moves she made were irrelevant now that she danced for herself. And then she felt a pair of ocean blues on her. Shit.

She slowly and steadily gets back next to him. Not being confident enough about what he was thinking about her right now, she focused on her feet then his eyes. Which were still looking right at her. She felt weird. But they felt nice. She really wanted to look at them ,knowing what they looked like,breathtaking.

and he just wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t. She looked soft and peaceful while she just twirled to herself. He takes the bottle from her once again,in the dark the tips of their fingers touch.. Slightly slipping,longingly. He sips the beer cursing to himself.

“Why did you stop?”

“What?” she blushed really hard at her foolishness

“Umm twirling?” he gave a toothy smile.

“You’re cute,” she laughed. “Yup I’m drunk” she thought

“I know that” he winked.”but because I am cute, and you are cuter, may I ask you for a dance?”

“Wait, was that smooth?” he couldn’t help but feel insecure inside as she was in a long pause. And he was sure he screwed up.

“God that was smooth” she thought. But no. She couldn’t. She won’t. She can’t. She just can’t dance with him. It’s a dangerous game, she knows all too well. She played enough cowboy and has a boyfriend. But god she wanted to know how his moves were. But no, she won’t, she just can’t. And she won’t. And now she has to reject him,politely. “Why is life getting harder than it already is?” she thought.

“Well I would, but dancing is a very dangerous game. It always ends in catastrophe.”

He chuckled remembering her dancing with a stranger in the met gala.she looked real pretty dancing. Mad moves. But of course she rejected him.

“Wow you're good with words.”

“Thanks” she smiles. “I like scrabble”

“Wait..really?”

“Yeah! Do you like it?”

“Do you play online?” he asks. “Yeah I love it”

“Me too! And yeah I play online with my friends. Do you?”

“Actually I didn't, but now I do cause work,” he smiles.

It’s crazy how much he misses his friends. He would never be in a small dark balcony at a party like this. Not like he would complain though cause she was a great company but still. He missed being home,

“So, can I get your number?” she asked. “Oh no no no, that’s fucked up taylor.” she thought.

He smiled nervously at her.He was a little uncomfortable ,but didn’t mind.

“Sure, but in one condition”

“And that is?” She didn’t even care what the condition was. She was just relieved he was ok with it and hoped he didn’t think of her as a creep.

“You have to give me yours. I mean let’s be honest, I would not like to be ghosted . and I am too stupid of a bloke to wait for you to play me the whole day. And you’ll end up being all I think for the next week” he smirked after finishing whatever the half bottle of beer made him say.

It was not only making him say stuff but also making him see things even in the dark. All he could see was her.

The way her hair was. The way her eyes were as she didn’t answer. And all he could describe them as , even though he has a good vocabulary, nothing except tenerife sea. For some weird reason that was all he could describe them as.

“Maybe we should go back in there” she says in an oblivious way. And he didn’t mind. Being glad not to give her his number.

“Ok”

They get back to the floor. Looking around a bit just to not find any of their friends.

“Guess garrett has better things to do then see you”

He just shrugs.

She laughs.

“Well…..” he wanted to say something back, like how her bf wasn’t here. But it was just too bad of an idea.

“Well what?”

“Nothing”

“Keep being this boring and people will definitely ghost you more”

“Yeah..then it’ll be soo bad no one will even fuck me.” he made puppy eyes

She blushed. “What is he saying? Is he crazy?” she thought. Who wouldn’t wanna..

“Was that in appropriate?” he asked

“What?” she couldn’t hear him. The noise was too loud.

“Nothing”

“You’re boring,” she giggled.

“Well I’m white, rich, cishet and straight sooooo I don't think I’m that interesting” he yelled and smirked. She laughed.

“Hey..I thought I got ghosted!” Garrett yelled at joe.

“Who could ghost you? Pretty face?” Taylor laughed.

“Jeez..get a room” Joe laughed back.

“Where’s lily?”

“Cara and others are here,” garrett started,”an-”

“Who else!?” Taylor cut him short.

“Umm martha and karlie..oh! And gigi”

“Oh god ..I gotta go.” she looks at her phone and sees nemours messages. She scrolls through the texts and the names and leaves the balcony.

“By-” before Joe could finish, she leaves, not looking at him for once. “Bye forever ig” he smiles thinking.

“Hey gal!” gigi and karlie squeak. “Where were you?”

“Hey,” she hugs them. “Just somewhere talking to someone.” she didn’t tell them where and who. She felt like she wanted joe to be a secret. Like just the two of them. Even if anybody asks , she could deny that she knows him. It was soo funny. Like notting hill. No one knows that they know each other without themselves.

And she loved it. And she pulled her best yet the worst moves as she danced with her friends.

The sound of music kicked out as she saw the recent texts sent to her. Adam. 15 texts from adam. And on the same topic that made her drink a whole bottle tonight. Met gala.

He hated that she had danced with some other male. He said how she was such a slut for doing so. As if , he doesn’t go to pubs, dance with other girls, and do god knows what, all night long. And he didn’t even tell him where he was these days.

How does he expect her to do so? And still she does. And she just danced with tom. “What’s the big deal? Why he has to be so insecure? When she was telling him everything and he is just being…distant..sooo distant.” she thought. These thoughts fluttered in her head , kicking the music that she had actually heard of before and wanted to dance on.

This time it was the Met Gala after party she attended. Like he even kept tabs on where she went after the Met Gala which was not that highly publicized.

She felt so frustrated. She remembered how in LA he was in a pub soo close to her, he didn’t take like an hour off for their date. It was the only date they had planned in months. And the next day she went to the bar party of lily’s after she fought with him about it. where the Met Gala had also come up.

And he was the one who didn’t wanna come with her. Then why was he questioning her now? He had no right. He lost it himself.

“Hey babe” cara came out of nowhere and hugged tay from the back.

“Hey cara” she hugged her back.

“Wanna get a shot?”

“nah..I think I already had too much” she gave her a weak smile.

Cara shrugged and went outside where music was louder. Taylor looked beside her to find Gigi standing.

“Is he troubling you?” Gigi sipped her drink as she asked taylor.

“N-”

“Look,” Karlie started. “These things happen! A lot! Like I mean me and josh have these phases” she put her hand on taylor’s shoulder. “I know this is new to you but trust me, I’m experienced”

She just looked at Karlie once and didn’t feel like explaining anymore.

She really wanted to tell someone how weird he was. And she wanted to discuss those women on his chat list. And how they had fought in his range rover until they saw the paps.

She wanted to talk her heart out, but her friends' eyes didn’t say they wanted to hear. Well, she knew they wouldn’t.

Karlie was too experienced, Gigi was too entangled with problems.

The only people were cara and lily who were nowhere in sight.

She felt like she needed to zone out. She opened her phone just to shut it off again. It’s too much already and then there was more.

She looks at cara, carefreely dancing. She wants to be that now. Her head spined and her stamuch churned as she got up from the chair but she just wanted to dance tonight. Enough was enough for a long time. She sighed.

She took her purse and went to the balcony she was with Joe moments ago. It was so easy to talk to someone who was judging and not judging you at the same time yet not feeling any tension in the air at all!

Which reminded her about the other day when she was talking to the blue eyed jet black haired and how easy it was to talk to him. Tom hiddleston. And she remembered how he asked for her number in the after party. And how freaking nervous he was. And she had just smiled and took his phone.

And Adam? She remembered he just was soo full of himself since the first day. She thanked god for not telling him that she had in fact given her number to Tom the stranger.

'Text alert'

Her phone lit up.

"Where the fuck are you , you fucking cunt!" It read

And that was exactly when she understood what she had to do. She deserved to be treated better!

She walked right out of the balcony straight to where the bar was.

"Where'd you go?" Karlie asked.

She ignored her question, took a paper and scribbled something on it and left.

Karlie stared at her confused.

She saw Caleb and other men together in the balcony with Joe nowhere to be found.

Garrett saw her looking through the crowd and pointed towards the coat hangers. She looked at what he was pointing at and saw a certain blond she was looking for.

She walked towards him without even looking at Garrett. Garrett smirked and looked at the others.

She walked fast towards the blond opal blue eyed and pushed the little note in his freezing palm.

Maybe this was just the booze or she just needed to be crazier. Or maybe, just maybe this was a good idea in progress

The blond unfolded the paper completely startled by the blonde literally almost running in heels out of the balcony.

"Hey I'm gonna leave. Bye" Taylor said and gave a look at Karlie and left, not giving her a chance to even say anything.

"By-" and the classic red lipped was already gone before karlie could finish.

#taylor swift #love love love #conversation with friends #life #swiftwyn #hash #joe alwyn

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cafeinthemoon · 3 years

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The Home I Crave - Chapter 1

Title: The Home I Crave

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Tobirama Senju x reader

Rating: teen and up

Word count: 1317

Chapter: 1/?

Symbols: ⭕ | ➕ | 💛 | ▶️

Warnings: Lots of angst, bottled up feeligs, fights and heated arguments

N. A.: Dont mind me, I’m just putting a self indulgent fic out there lol The idea for this story has been on my mind for months, but I never found an opportunity to write it vecause I was too worried about all the unfinished works I already have, but yk who cares about that? Let’s be self indulgent because we deserve it

Summary: Your clan kept some business with the Senju since the Warring Period, but now the Hokage of Konoha and head of the powerful clan, Hashirama, wants to strengthen their alliances with your family through marriage. You, the eldest daughter of your clan’s head, is the chosen woman to represent your side of the treaty, while the other part will be performed by Tobirama, Hashirama’s younger brother and a man you’ve never met in your life.

“So why don’t you leave me alone

Say you were wrong”

(Plumb, Jekyll and Hyde)

As the eldest of five daughters in an important family, you always knew that more was expected from you in the primary aspects of life. To primary, of course, your family understood the duties of a woman of your class, which could be summarized in training to be the good wife in an arranged marriage. The same destiny waited for your sisters as well, but you were the one to open the way for them.

Your family was not only a noble one, but the clan’s head’s family. Being a clan of warriors who fought side by side with the most prominent of the Land of Fire during the Warring Period, all of you were raised as capable kunoichi taught since childhood to value the shinobi ways. Joining forces with another powerful clan through marriage was then the natural goal imposed to you.

You weren’t the greatest enthusiast of it, but neither you were its main antagonist. You thought you could do it as your mother did and just move on with your life. Would there be room for love in your life after you get married? No one knew, but it could be good. Maybe if you got some time to know the man chosen to be your husband, to talk to him a few times during the engagement period, the seeds of such sentiment could have been planted. When you compared your clan’s standards to others you were allied with, you could say yours were liberal as no other and your father was a reasonable man, so that you were counting on his wisdom in that sense: he would introduce the candidate to you first, you would discuss his strong and weak traits and come to an intelligent conclusion both for you and your family.

Well, this is what you were expecting. But life doesn’t always gives us what we expect.

One day, you just came back from a training session and were cleaning yourself in your room. Your parents came to talk to you, and just by their cheerful expressions, you sensed something extraordinary – but much expected – has happened.

When you questioned them, they alternated between themselves to explain the situation.

- A messenger just came from the newly-formed Hidden Leaf Village, y/n dear – your father started – The crest on his clothing indicated that he was sent by the Senju.

- By their head himself – your mother added, uniting her hands in joy.

The Senju head? Who was he… Oh, of course, Hashirama, the same man who was chosen to rule the ninja village he created alongside the Uchiha. The news were spreading fast, and you heard of many clans deciding to join them everyday. Considering that you had some business your own clan had with the Senju, it seemed that your turn has come.

But you didn’t hear the full message yet.

- Hashirama-sama is inviting us to a meeting at the Hokage’s residence – your father continued – He wants to discuss some details about the already existing alliance between the Senju and our clan. According to the young man who brought the message, his leader is studying a way of strengthening our connections. And he wants to do this as soon as possible.

As soon as possible? Indeed, things were happening fast these days when the war is over and people were directing their efforts to different projects.

- You must have heard that he recently united the Senju and the Uzumaki by marrying the young Mito, their head’s daughter – your mother pointed out – Now, he wants to propose the same type of alliance to us!

So, it finally came. The arranged marriage. You should have seen it coming when the word alliance was mentioned. Still, you were interested now: the Senju were one of the most powerful and influential clans of that time, as old as it could be, just like the Uchiha and Hyugga, so marrying someone from them wasn’t to be taken lightly.

- You, being our first daughter, are naturally his main interest in this, y/n – your father explained – Alongside the man chosen to represent the other part...

The other part – your future husband. Who was going to be the chosen one? Maybe one of the Hokage’s closest men of trust, or a cousin or…

- His younger brother and advisor, Tobirama.

Younger brother? You crossed your arms.

- I… I didn’t know Hashirama Senju has a younger brother – and in a lower tone – I thought he lost all his siblings in war when they were kids.

Your father laughed, if at your ignorance or your morbid comment, you couldn’t tell.

- No, dear, he still has a brother who works by his side since the creation of their village. According to what I’ve heard, this young man is competent as no other: he takes care of the paperwork when his brother is too busy, mediates negotiations, presides meetings and perform all the boring part that falls on your shoulders when you have an older brother who is too invested in changing the world’s politics.

You needed a moment to process all you’ve heard. So Hashirama Senju still had a brother, and he was the backbone of his political career. And now he was intending to take a new step on the alliance you’ve already had with his clan by setting a marriage between this brother and you. You thought about it: men like this one were necessary in any system that wants to keep functional, because they were the only ones who could get used to have all eyes to their work and no time to rest. Smart, wise, they usually were; a pleasing company outside the office, well, that was debatable. But with a few of them you could to talk to.

You tried to show some amusement by the news, in respect to your parents who were so excited for bringing them to you, as well as to give this man you didn’t even know the benefit of doubt. Maybe a few practical questions about the meeting would calm down your anxiety.

- So, Hashirama is inviting us to a meeting at his office to discuss the this marriage and for us to meet his brother.

When you asked that, you sensed a hesitation in your parents’ manners that you didn’t like. What was wrong?

Your father was the first to speak.

- Well, actually we are not going to see Tobirama in this meeting, dear. He was sent to a mission in the Land of Wind and must not come back before the date set to the encounter. However, his brother and him came in agreement about the marriage with a young woman of our clan and set the conditions to the treaty, so that he knows everything that is going to happen while he’s away.

You definitely didn’t like this arrangement. You would be there to discuss something that would change your whole life and the other main part wouldn't even come to look at your face? Something like this just couldn’t have much chances to end up well, no matter how good were preparations that the Senju man could have done. You wanted to tell this to your parents, but something held your tongue: they probably have thought of this while talking to the messenger and even dedicated a line to these worries in their written response to the Hokage; besides, you wanted to see how things would unfold. You’ve learned, in your life as a shinobi, that one gains much more when they show patience rather than precipitation, so you would wait until the day of the meeting to see the rest. Of course everything would be fixed during it, and all your doubts and insecurities about this arrangement would be clarified.

Of course they would be.

#naruto fanfiction #tobirama #tobirama x reader #tobirama senju #tobirama fanfiction #tobirama fanfic #hashirama senju #mito uzumaki

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alaskasmonsters · 3 years

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No Strings to Hold us Down | Takami Keigo

(spoilers for chapter 299 ahead!)

requested by @waffleareniceandfluffy: can I request a hawks x reader where yk how ehe in the car with best jeanist faked his death all that yeah and he says he’s free of his shackles can you do where they’re both free and they discuss his backstory (reader is childhood friend she knows about his abuse) and can you include any other thing chapter 299 with him as like can u make it hella angsty but with a little fluff and definitely a fluff ending.

part two

pairing: takami keigo x fem!reader

w.c: 4.269

warnings: spoilers for ch. 299, some amount of angst (with happy ending), mentions of neglectful parents

a.n: so this took me a hot minute and i’m so sorry you had to wait for so long! it’s also like 4 k words and i don’t know how or when that happened i-... i hope it’s angsty enough and i hope you like it! please enjoy :) <3

The silence hung thickly in the air of the freshly washed car, weighing heavily on you. A glance to the side told you that Keigo was still asleep, head propped up against the window.

He’d fallen asleep as soon as you’d taken off from the hospital, the only sign he was still alive was the even lifting and lowering of his chest.

You knew he was fine, Keigo was the most stubborn person you knew and as long as he hadn’t given up yet, there was nothing that could keep him from going on. Still, there was this little voice at the back of your head, barely an itch, that urged you to make sure just once more, if he was still alive, still breathing, still going.

He’d taken a lot of damage during his battle with Dabi. The villain hadn’t held back, hadn’t even hesitated when he’d burned his wings off, almost ruining the cells in his shoulder blades they were sprouting from beyond fixing, before he had moved on to his face and neck, leaving nasty burn marks behind wherever his hands had reached.

You remembered when you had stormed into his room, ignoring everyone who told you to take care of your own injured first, to take it slow, saying Keigo needed rest now, and you had first laid eyes on his battered form. The bandages covering his body, the absence of his wings, the peaceful look on his burned face as he was still sleeping soundly.

For a moment, a never ending moment, you had thought he was dead. You wouldn’t have known what to do then, when Keigo had actually left you behind, all alone in a big cold world, a world even colder without his silly jokes and genuine smiles. It had been awful, that feeling of dread, heavy and suffocating, that had taken a grip on your throat and squeezed.

Then the beeping of the vital signs monitor had reached your eyes, barely audible through the ringing of your ears and the loud beating of your eyes and you’d been able to breathe again.

Since then you hadn’t left Keigo’s side, even denied Best Jeanists help when he’d suggested to accompany the two of you. He’d wanted to drive, since you were still heavily injured, but you’d denied.

It felt too personal, visiting the house of Keigo’s mother, a woman you’d only met once before but had heard too many stories about, to not be by Keigo’s side when he had to face her after years of separation.

Luckily, Best Jeanist had realized this and instead agreed to meet you back at the hospital later, leaving Keigo and you alone on your ride to your destination.

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw your friend’s body stirring, straightening out of his hunched over position, his eyes blinking open tiredly before he seemed to recognize where he was.

“I’m sorry. I fell asleep,” the robotic voice of the translation app he was using, chimed through the car.

Another reminder of how close Dabi had gotten to him, you thought.

You glanced at him, your eyes falling on the muzzle he was wearing that prevented him from using his voice.

You smiled at him, hands tightening their grip on the steering wheel as you stopped at a red light.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re alright.”

You seemed to repeat yourself around him a lot since he’d woken up. “It’s okay.”, “I’m glad you’re alright.”, “How are you feeling?”. At this point you felt like a broken record. If he noticed, Keigo didn’t mention it.

“I’m glad that everything with Best Jeanist went smooth,” the voice chimed back.

You remembered when Keigo told you about it. The plan involved Best Jeanist. Before he’d even asked the man himself about it. He probably hadn’t been allowed, the commission usually forbade any exchange of important information between the two of you, but Keigo never cared.

He had always told you anything, it’s been like that since forever.

The rest of the 40 minute ride was endured in silence. Keigo was looking out of the window, eyes unfocused, and you tried to focus your attention back on the street. The concerned voice was pushed to the back again.

You arrived soon after, parking the car in an empty spot and exiting the vehicle together with Keigo. The mansion at the end of the street caught your eyes immediately and you were once again impressed how much money the commission was willing to spend to keep their little pet obedient.

“Is that it?” you asked, covering your eyes against the blinding winter sun.

“Inside that house,” Keigo assured, passing you without giving you a second glance.

You let out a sigh, sensing his nervousness, maybe even fear to see his mother again. Locking the car, you followed after him, stomach churning with something you could only identify as dread.

When you arrived at the door Keigo rummaged around in his pockets before he pulled out a key card. He hesitated, grip tight around the little piece of plastic, before turning to you and typing a few words into his translation app.

“Before I fully recover and show my face again...you know there is something I need to be sure of.”

Maybe he felt like he had to explain himself, as if you didn’t already know exactly why he came all the way here to see his mom again after he hadn’t even bothered to keep in touch with her the last few years. His eyes were searching your face, hand on the handle and you gave him a soft nod.

“I know,” you replied quietly.

He opened the door wide and you entered the house.

It looked just as spacey and clean as the outside let suspect. The interior was beautifully put together, the furniture was expensive looking and excessive. It looked all very tidy and you knew that the way everything was decorated has probably been the work of interior designers.

Something about the fact that the place reminded you strangely of where Keigo was living stuck with you. His apartment was just as clean, just as nicely decorated by the hands of strangers, just as well put together.

How ironic.

The similarity of it. Mother and son both separated and still connected through the hands of the commission, the organisation the woman sold her son to.

It made you feel sick, no matter how much Keigo acted like it didn’t bother him, it just seemed to anger you twice as much.

How these people working for the Hero Public Safety Commission managed to make it appear all nice and clean from the outside, sweeping all the unpleasant details under the rug. They made Keigo the perfect hero, paid off his mother and ensured their comfort, ensured your comfort to him. Only to have the man in their debt.

The commission loved how close you and Keigo were, if only to use your friendship against you and use it to their advantage. Although it had only been him they had taken in, fixed up and trained for years, you were just as much controlled by them as he was. Due to your friendship.

They didn’t think of you as talented or as perfect as him. Hawks was charming, impressive, loved by the public, the number two hero! You weren’t even in the Top Twenty, your quirk wasn’t as flashy as most of Japan’s Top Heroes’ and you weren’t as loved by the public either.

You were only useful to them when it came to the dirty work, keeping Keigo in line that was (and you hated it hated it hated it), being the one responsible when he had to get punished after a mistake he made because it was on you when you didn’t pay enough attention, wasn’t it?

And only because the two of you had been childhood friends. Because you knew Keigo better than anybody else in this world, even himself. Keigo did have no issue sacrificing himself, burning himself out in the process if that meant he did a good job. You were the one who had to ensure he was at peak performance at all times.

Of course, being the commission, they had also used their sources (you didn’t believe it was Keigo who had told them, he would have never done as much) to uncover your awful past and find out about your family home just to use those things against you. As leverage. As if Keigo’s safety and wellbeing wasn’t motivation enough.

Your past was filled with pain and regrets.

Your mom, who’d left you with your dad after you were born and your dad who’d turned to alcohol and drugs to numb the pain.

The man had neglected everything. His health, his job, his life...you. So it had been your responsibility to keep the both of you afloat. You had started shoplifting when you were merely old enough to tell the difference between left and right. Everything you’d stolen, you’d taken to keep your dad and you alive.

The commission knew about this and liked to use it against you. It didn’t matter that you’d only been a child, old enough to know better for sure but too young to see any other possibilities for your hopeless situation.

You had met Keigo back then, too, when you’d been 7 and he’d been 8, after you had stolen from a small shop and accidentally caused havoc when you were caught and ran away, causing two cars to crash into each other when you’d crossed the street without looking, which forced one of them to swerve the other way so it wouldn’t hit you.

Keigo had found you hiding behind a group of trash cans in an alleyway crying, saying his feathers had tingled and that’s how he knew something had happened in the city. He had wanted you to return what you’ve stolen but when you had told him in tears about your situation and begged him not to tell anyone he had taken pity on you. Making a promise to not snitch on you if you were being more careful.

That’s how you’d become friends.

Although he’d gotten in trouble for leaving his house, beaten and screamed at by his paranoid piece of garbage of a father, who believed he’d tried to rat him out or something...That didn’t stop Keigo from seeing you again.

You would both sneak out in the middle of the night to see each other, meeting in forests and on playgrounds all around the town. He’d share food with you or bring you little things he’d managed to sneak from his dad’s newest gig.

Since that day in the dirty alleyway, Keigo had never stopped taking care of you. The both of you felt connected through your abusive fathers and (in Keigo's case emotionally) absent mothers. You both had scars you'd rather hide with everyone but never each other and you both felt lost, unable to be yourself in a home you didn't belong in.

You had realized, even at your young age, that you could never let him leave because you’d never find a person like him ever again.

So when the commission got involved, when they took him away, isolated him from his old environment, which involved you as well, your heart broke.

Although Keigo, sweet caring Keigo (who now had to go by Hawks. Commission’s orders.) still never entirely left you. He’d asked the commission for one more favor beside taking care of his mother and him. They had to ensure your safety, get you away from your father and into a better household.

You were the very first person he’s saved and although he tried to downplay it you knew he was proud of the fact that it held him together on days he didn’t feel much like a hero.

These days, it was rather often...

The house remained silent, the calls of the robotic voice for Keigo’s mother echoing through the big room.

No answer followed.

You looked around the room, noticing that what you had called clean before was really just the absence of everything that was supposed to tell someone that this mansion was inhabited. No dirty dishes, no books or newspapers lying around, not even a glass of water on the sink.

“Do you think she left overnight?” you asked, strolling around.

Keigo didn’t answer your question so you turned around to see him standing with his back to you, something clutched into his hand. Curious of what he had found you stepped up from behind him to look over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of what looked like a letter addressed to Keigo.

From his mother.

“Did Dabi use people for this...? How did he even get this far...?”

You hummed softly, reaching up to grasp his shoulder tightly. Keigo had already suspected that it must have been his mother to tell Dabi or people Dabi sent about his real name and family background. Still you knew there was a little part of him that had hoped this not to be true.

Now, though, with the letter that his mom left behind in her abandoned home, there was no doubt about it.

His shoulders sacked and his body hunched over as he let out a deep sigh, barely audible through the muzzle.

“Guess it really was my mother that leaked it then,” for some reason even the robotic voice sounded heartbroken about the fact.

You reached up to card your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, or rather the part that wasn’t covered by bandages.

“I’m sorry, Kei,” you mumbled lowly.

He leaned into your touch and let out another deep sigh, the tiredness that had been edged into his features ever since he had woken up in the hospital bed seemed even more prominent now under the cold lights of the living room.

“When the name “Takami” had been taken from me, the relationship between my mother and i had finally disappeared. I had always thought i was fine with that,” he explained, the robotic voice breaking the silence again.

“What i thought of as being saved was just me turning my back on everything. Even on you, y/n.”

You looked up in surprise at his words, staring at the back of his bandaged head with furrowed brows.

“You’ve never turned your back on me, Keigo,” you assured him, giving his shoulder another squeeze.

How he could even think that he’d ever done as much was beyond confusing to you.

Keigo reached to put his hand on your hand, the skin warm against yours and the touch comforting. He tightened his grip ever so slightly.

“Yes I did,” the speech assistant continued, “After we’ve met again a few years back, I’ve run from you, kept my distance, because you represented what i wanted to be but couldn’t.”

After we met again a few years back.

You’d seen him in the news one day, when you were still training in hero school, and recognized him immediately as your childhood friend, even after all the years you’d been separated.

The huge red wings were a distinct tell.

You had run out of the Starbucks, leaving behind your freshly ordered drink to where you’d heard the incident had occurred. Out of breath and disheveled from all the running you’d gotten there just in time to reunite with Keigo for the first time in years.

Since then you’d never left him out of your sight again, too scared you’d end up losing him again.

Hearing Keigo say that he’d tried the complete opposite, keeping a distance to you because of what you’d represented, something he wanted to be but couldn’t...what did that even mean?

“A guy who helps people...”

Your hand felt cold when Keigo dropped his own again, letting it hang off to his side.

“That’s the only thing that’s returned. Actually it’s refreshing,” he continued.

The air around you felt heavy, suffocating, just like earlier in the car, just like when you’d stepped into his hospital room. Although now the reason for it was a completely different one.

“What do you mean?” you asked quietly, your voice barely a whisper.

“The commission is currently at a stand still, y/n, in total dysfunction.”

You swallowed thickly at the reminder. The commission, the one thing haunting the both of you whenever you were with each other, the organization holding Keigo in an iron clasp and ensuring his obedience with your help...since the Jaku Hospital Raid, since Dabi exposed Endeavor and Hawks, the number 1 and number 2 heroes of Japan, they’d been silent.

Scarily so.

“There is no one to give me orders anymore. And they won’t be able to control you anymore either. I won’t let them.”

You took a step back away from the man when you noticed how violently he smashed the screen, his shoulders tense and the recovering wings under his jacket bulking.

“Keigo...” you tried weakly.

“They won’t get to abuse your kindness anymore, have you chained to me..”

You didn’t have to see the look in his face to know what emotion was displayed on it, neither did you have to hear his voice.

Your heart dropped at the words, at the bitterness he so desperately wanted to put into them but couldn’t because of his injured throat.

“Keigo,” you repeated, this time with more insistence.

“I know why you did it. You wanted to return the favor. I saved you, you save me,” the electronic voice sounded awfully smug all out of the sudden.

Your stomach twisted, a horrible hot sensation built in your chest and you had to clench your jaw to stop yourself from saying the first thing to come to mind.

Which would have been an insult.

You clenched your fists, pinned them to your side as you stared at Keigo’s back, your face twisted into an ugly expression.

“No, fuck that,” you spit, “how dare you?”

His face came into view when he turned half to look at you over his shoulder, eyebrows lifted in surprise at your outbreak.

You snarled, unable to contain the hurt as tears started to build behind your eyes.

You’d always been an emotional crier and you really hated it.

“It’s not about a favor. Don’t say shit like that.”

Hawks cocked his head, eyeing you for a moment before he fully turned towards you. His posture was more relaxed than before but there was a question behind his eyes.

He lowered his glance only to type in the next words...

“What? You care about me so much, sweetheart?”

You scoffed, wiping at your eyes in frustration.

“You know i do, stupid bird brain,” you said, still angry.

How could he even believe for a second that you endured the commission’s whining and yammering out of guilt. How could he not know how much you cared for him after all the years you’d been by his side now, after all the times you’d been there for him.

Keigo grasped your wrist, stopping your frantic wiping to push them away and make place for his own hands, thumbs softly brushing the wetness from your cheeks.

He found your eyes, his own wrinkling at the edges.

“No chains left,” the phone chimed.

You watched in anticipation as Keigo reached behind him, hands moving to his neck, and removed loosened the clasp, pulling the muzzle off.

Now you could see the smile, too.

“To shackle us down,” he told you with a hoarse voice.

“Kei,” you scolded him, looking down at the muzzle between his fingers.

You took a step towards him, closing the distance between you. Then you reached forward to gently run your fingers down his throat. The fabric of the bandages was rough against your fingers.

Hopefully he hadn’t started talking too soon.

“Y/n.”

You looked up at him and caught his eyes that were staring down at you with a determination you’d seen directed at you so often before, but couldn’t deny they had still the same effect on you as if it were the first time. Making your head all dizzy, that was.

“When we’re driven into corners, we find liberation. That’s when a true person’s nature rears its head. That’s why Bubaigawara was such a great guy,” he explained, gripping your wandering fingers into his hand, holding them close.

“At heart, he was desperate to be a help to others. I also want to be like that.”

You smiled up at him, squeezing his skin between yours.

“You’re already like that, Kei. You’ve always taken care of me, haven’t you?” you teased, hoping to ease the tension between the two of you a little.

“I think it was more the other way around, y/n.”

“I don’t-“

“Without you...i would have never known what it is like to have someone care for you. To have someone by your side no matter what. To understand...i think i would have never understood what it meant to love.”

You froze, staring up at Keigo with wide eyes. He tightened his grip around your hand, feeling that you wanted to draw back, instead keeping you close, thumb softly stroking the back of your hand as a way of calming you down.

“I think i love my mother, but that’s more out of obligation than anything,” he explained, searching your eyes but you couldn’t tell what he was looking for, “I never feel like i have to be anything than me when i’m with you. Nothing about being with you feels forced, or like it’s an obligation. It’s just...us.”

The room was spinning suddenly as you felt something cold wash over you. Your chest tightened, your heart daring jump out with every harsh beat against your ribcage.

He couldn’t be saying what he was saying...right?

He didn’t mean that. He couldn’t mean that.

“Keigo...are you saying you love me? As in...in love with me?” you wanted to laugh, just a little, to lighten the mood, but it got stuck in your throat on its way out.

Unlike you the man in front of you looked calm, not at all deterred by your panicked state.

“Yeah, I do. I think I have for a while now, but i didn’t fully realize until recently.”

Still gripping your hand in his left one he raised the other to your face, gently cupping your cheek. You leaned into the touch instinctively.

A faint smile tugged at his lips at your action.

“It’s alright if you don’t return my feelings, but I think you do.”

You frowned in thought.

You’ve never thought of the man in front of you as anything else than just Keigo, the kind hearted boy whom you met in a dirty alleyway, the one that brought a little girl food and presents every now and then. The teenager who wrote letters once in a while to keep you up-to-date. The man who you spend your free days with, eating chicken and watching movies.

You meant it when you’d said you wouldn’t leave his side, not if you had any say in the matter. Now, you weren’t entirely sure what you meant with that.

Stay with him? Forever?

Maybe Keigo was right.

He was always able to read you better than anybody else, just like you were the one to know him best as well. That’s also why he noticed your inner turmoil just by looking at your screwed up face.

“May i kiss you?”

Your breath hitched, warmth spreading through your chest as your heart fluttered in your ribcage.

“Yeah.”

His lips were warm against yours, the touch soft and delicate. Like he was testing the waters, giving you the opportunity to pull away if you wanted to.

The feeling was foreign to you. You had kissed other people before, quick pecks, sloppy kisses, passionate making out...But this, this felt different to all of them.

He kissed you gently, carefully, holding you with a delicacy you weren’t used to.

Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees suddenly grew weak, hand reaching out to curl around the back of Keigo’s head, urging him even closer.

He pulled you in, accepting the closeness happily as he deepened the kiss. The taste of toothpaste invaded your mouth.

Your mind went blank, the only coherent thought you were able to grasp was that you were making out with Keigo...in his mom’s house.

How ironic.

Your lips tingled when the two of you parted again, the aftertaste of peppermint lingering on your tongue. The warmth in your chest had spread to your face and you weren’t sure if you were blushing out of embarrassment or glowing because wow...that was something.

Keigo was staring down at you with an undefinable look in his eyes, but he looked happy, content like this and it made something in your chest flutter softly.

You did that.

“I-“ you started but the wide grin spreading on your face against your will, growing despite your attempts to suppress it with a bite to your tongue, made your voice die with a squeak.

The man chuckled, the outline of his wings moving under the fabric of his jacket and the thought of Keigo ruffling his wings joyfully in response to your obvious happiness...you wanted to kiss him silly.

“I think i love you, too, Keigo.”

He might have been the happiest bird man in the whole entire world when you said those words and for a moment...just one small moment, you really felt like the two of you could be free.

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atlantis-scribe · 3 years

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idk the bit about Rodney being misogynistic bc he got taken advantage of by an older woman feels kinda uncomfy. like it veers too close to a justification for his misogyny. (ik in a real person this wouldn't like excuse his actions but since he's a fictional character it's like kinda trying to paint his worse actions in a more positive light, yk?) and like in real life people don't become misogynist/etc for like. a particular reason like that. seems kinda iffy idk

don't mean that as an attack on you or op or anything, sorry if I came off to harsh or anything! just kinda made me a lil uncomfortable (bc like I have seen similar things with other characters in the past and it always seems a lil sketchy to me)

first of all, you don't have to apologize. I get harsh anons sometimes, and they don't often feel the need to explain themselves lmao. also, I love getting asks like this; they make me all thinky :)

and you're absolutely entitled to your feelings of discomfort! while we're talking about fictional characters (which are vehicles for all the nasty or complicated thoughts & feelings that would get us shunned in polite society), discourse surrounding them still reflect a lot of things outside fandom (i.e. in the 'real' world). there is still that responsibility to be careful with the beliefs and ideas we promote.

having said all that, Rodney McKay is definitely the epitome of a 'problematic fave'. while he is a protagonist in the narrative sense, some of his more obvious flaws can make him a difficult character to like (or in my case, to justify liking heh).

as for the whole backstory headcanon, I can understand why it wouldn't sit well with many people. it does seem a bit shoe-horned and, having seen the same kind of justification for other Favorite White Male Characters' terrible behavior in other fandoms, I can definitely see where you're coming from.

(btw, I can't speak for OP but I'm glad you sent this ask, so at least I'm afforded the opportunity to reclaim my honor explain myself haha)

any kind of abuse should never justify horrible actions or behavior that one has been given a chance to change or rectify. in this case, if Rodney had been a victim of an older, female sexual predator in his youth, then that still doesn't excuse his misogynistic tendencies (and outright sexist comments & actions). it can certainly explain it, though, which is what I find so compelling about the idea.

the thing about Rodney ( & Stargate + all its characters) is that he's very much a product of his time. while today's media still exhibit a lot of backward tropes and tasteless stereotyping, we've started to find more and more artists & creators who are willing to apply nuance and care to their writing / art. though I'm sure pioneer Stargate fans have made their metas and criticism of Rodney already, his flaws as a character are even more easily brought into sharp relief now because he is not the kind of character that ages well.

if you've been following me for quite some time now, you probably have an idea why I like him. it's not the easiest thing to be, a Rodney fan, but I always make it a point to not excuse any of his bad traits. however, it's also no fun if all I do is bend over backwards to justify why I enjoy his character so much, which is why (since his writing is so inconsistent and there are so many gaps to his backstory) fans like OP and I, whenever we're given the opportunity, try to come up with bits of headcanon to tie a few loose ends together.

I certainly won't fight anyone about it, and I'm very much welcome to arguments that would debunk these ideas, but I'm acknowledging it to be a pretty neat concept. do I think real people (or even fictional characters) who are as terrible with women as Rodney is must have been abused by women when they were younger? hell no. does the headcanon make some kind of sense for why he is the way he is (which, again, is more a product of bad writing than any deliberate characterization)? I think it does.

so it's really more, 'if Rodney had been sexually abused by an older woman when he was younger, then that contributed to his misogyny,' and less, "if Rodney is misogynistic, then he must have been sexually abused by an older woman when he was younger'. there's an important difference that (I'm not even gonna euphemize this because it is rampant) so many fans defending their faves often miss.

I love Rodney for all the bits that I love about him, and I try to appropriately handle all the rest that I don't. what I wouldn't give for Rodney to have had better and consistent writing (one that, while not necessarily erased, at least properly addressed his flaws). that's why I like Trinity a lot even though he messed up so much in that episode. it had been an opportunity for growth.

[ tl;dr check second to the last paragraph lol ]

for reference: this is the post anon's talking about.

also tagging @frankthesnek in case she has something to say :)

#sorry anon if this got long #you give me an inch i take a parsec lol #stargate atlantis #rodney mckay #meta #ask #kit things

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The Uncanny Counter

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Who knows me for a while knows that since the first episodes I loved it and yeah, I loved it till the very end and now that it's over I feel like I have lost a part of me. It was the best part of the week: wait for the weekend to have some hours of this amazing drama.

Plot: 1000/10

General things I loved

That evil spirit thing is something we kinda see in some dramas, but I liked the way it was showed here: people who have bad feelings are the ones who are possessed. The fact they work in a noodles restaurant was different and funny too.

The teamwork

The whole Yung thing, the way they've become counters, the way their hair changed (and made all of them look more like a team, like a family), the way they defended each other and supported one another. That was what made me love it the most.

So-mun's growth

We could watch our So-Mun growing, his development through the episodes was notable. Not only as a counter, finding new abilities that no one thought he could have, but also the way his mind has changed. He got more mature (we can definitely see that by the two last episodes, in which he cared for Hyeok-u, even though that boy has bullied him for a long time). He learned how to control himself and that made him even more powerful. He became that superhero he created with his friends.

The FANTASTIC TRIO: So-Mun and his friends

Of course by the ending of the drama, with all that fights against the Super Evil Spirit we missed some scenes of his adorable friendship with Ung-min and Ju-yeong, but when it was all over we knew for sure that nothing has changed between them. They're the perfect trio. So-mun's friends were always there for him, protecting him when he was weak, cheering for him when he was sad. And now that he is stronger, he knows how to protect them. By the middle of the drama we saw him protecting them with his life against the bullies. Now that they're safe, he promised to keep caring for them with simple things, that means a lot. I also found it adorable how his friends were able to understand the situation os So-Mun. He could get himself healed, but couldn't tell them how. He had to go out suddenly to catch some evil spirits, but couldn't tell them. But they understood, because all that mattered was that their friend was finally healthy and happy. That's beautiful.