#for someone who's not a 'main' he ended up with an awful lot of clothes xD

[kemendin]

Vanirr 'fits! This boy wears all the Jedi things none of my other characters can pull off (including a bunch of Remnant set pieces).

#swtor #swtor oc #swtor fashion #jedi consular #swtor jedi consular #zabrak #zabrak oc #star wars the old republic #swtor:vanirr #kem oc #kem screenshots #kem plays dress up #for someone who's not a 'main' he ended up with an awful lot of clothes xD

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taehyun was a man with very little recognisable clothing, to begin with. simple t-shirts, blank hoodies, and caps that were either his or not but he wasn't too fussy with in the first place... taehyun wasn't that big on fashion but he was willing to dabble in a couple of interests here and there whenever he felt like it. then of course, when the sparks began flying whenever you came rolling around the sparks doubling each time you reciprocated his feelings made it feel impossible not to combust... and the dire need to want you to wear his clothes.

as if it was a token of recognition that hey, maybe you two weren't just best friends who spent an awful lot of time with one another. and it seems like kai's picking up on it during movie night when–"hey! glad you could make–wait a minute, whose hoodie is that?"

before you can indulge in the hug that kai greets you with, he's just as quick to make you lean back so the rest of the boys can get a glimpse of what you're wearing. it wasn't anything out of the ordinary... unless you count the fact that you're wearing jeans with a hoodie–"that looks awfully familiar..." beomgyu chimes from the sofa, head lazily propped up from one of the ends to get a good look at you with squinting eyes. things were about to get chaotic and you could feel it until you locked eyes with someone who grounds you immediately with the hand that grabs onto yours.

your feet move along naturally, matching his steps as taehyun clears his throat and holds your interlocked hands up in the air for the four pairs of eyes watching: "y/n's wearing my hoodie, we're together. we'll be back in five minutes after ya'll finish screaming."

it's dead silence as you follow taehyun's cue back to his shared room with kai and he locks it, nudging you to take a seat on his bed. after a beat, he turns around to give you a smile, one that makes you smile back with the blooming feeling in your chest.

"you look good, even more with my hoodie on you."

"i'm keeping it, you're not getting it back now."

he shrugs and points to his closet with his head, "all of my clothes are free for your taking. just leave some for me."

you spread your arms out, "shut up and come hug me."

"augh," he huffs, "so needy," he says, even though his actions prove otherwise when he's on you in a heartbeat. as you sink in his embrace, feeling the way he slots his face to your neck, the quietness outside makes you curious to ask: "why're we in here? it doesn't sound like they're–"you stand corrected when on cue, there's yelling and shouting outside with a demand for taehyun to get out there to tell them the full story.

(("we're gonna have to go out, y'know? we can't stay in here forever." "eh," taehyun snorts, squeezing your waist, "we can let them wait a bit more."))

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[irritablepoe]

ok, i know i've done this analysis before though it has been an addition to another post of mine and most people only see the first post - soooo i'm gonna list the main points on here again

ok first i was like - this looks like fyodor, right? like the hair, the wound, the white clothes, and ofc the fact that he is nailed to a cross. fyodor sees himself as a kind of messiah, so it would make sense for him to think that he's dying for the sins of others. he also lies his actions and his life into god's hands as in "he's doing what god would want". come to think of it, fyodor's death might be fyodor's way of "cleansing the earth of sin" but i don't know if he sees it that way. anyways, i'm going to explain now why i think this is fyodor up there and why i think this scene already foretold fyodor's death.

now, there's so much to find in the light novel. we see fyodor at the end of the untold origins adaption and this might be a very obvious hint that fyodor's death is foretold in untold origins already. but the stage play reveals a lot, too.

first of all the stage play's summary is "an angel who murders", specifically an angel that kills their own kind.

that sounds an awful lot like fyodor doesn't it? he wants to kill all ability users after all. Now, i see fyodor in the murderer here, but i also see him in the victim bc of the following quote.

fyodor has been stabbed (not with a knife but yk), he fell with the helicopter, and he was poisoned. The heavy water could possibly count as strangulation but that might be me reaching. while most of this could also connect to dazai, he was shot by fyodor, not stabbed. it could potentially also relate to sigma, who fell with the elevator, was strangled by teruko and one could potentially say he was poisoned by fyodor's memories. also there is nothing unique about the ways they are murdered. fyodor sees sigma as an ordinary man. i'm kinda torn on this.

"if it was an angel, they would use the devine blade in their hand" like come on...

it's said in the stage play that there are 12 victims. someone in the other post mentioned that there were 12 apostles, though i don't know how this would make much sense in this context other than the connection to fyodor, that sees himself as jesus 2.0

ofc ofc there's also the judas x jesus dynamic between nikolai and fyodor here. nikolai being the one that wants to kill fyodor and "hires" dazai to do just that. though ofc nikolai regrets it immediately. also if we connect the 12 apostles that would be the 12 victims of the play or rather of fyodor, nikolai would've been beyond those victims, too. he was supposed to die.

also, i know this is about murakami BUT "the killer became the victim"!!!

idk if i have a final point here other than "look! this is connected!", but thank you anyways for everyone that commented on the last post, i included a lot of your points as well (if you want to be tagged, i'll do that ofc :3)

thank you for reading!

#thank you for reading that and thank you again to everyone rbing that last post #it just bothered me that only the first post was being rbed and idk i wanted this to have more presence lmao #if i made any mistakes or if i missed anything gladly lmk or add onto this i'd love to hear additions <3 #bsd analysis #bsd fyodor #bsd spoilers #bsd season 5 #bsd #uh yea idk if it was necessary to write this all out again but here we are xD #it's been only 2 months since i uploaded the other post??? this is crazy!

[effervescentdragon]

ferwis + orange

"It's the truck this time," George tells him and Lewis nods. "No car parade."

"Are you mad you won't be able to drive yourself?" Lewis asks and George laughs. There's flush on his cheeks and he is so young and so self assured when he says "I'm pretty sure I could drive the truck, if they'd let me." Lewis laughs and feels his full age bear down on him, but he won't let it bother him. He can't. That's the way madness lies.

He doesn't mind the truck. He usually finds Val, or Val finds him, or one of the kids dares to come talk to him if he isn't giving off extreme Stay Away vibes. Seb usually ignores them and comes over to bother Lewis, but he's too busy reassuring Mick and ignoring Charles like an idiot these days to come talk to Lewis often. He'll be retiring at the end of the season and Lewis absolutely isn't thinking about that. He'll be back. He loves racing too much to leave it all behind, but Lewis doesn't think he can take not winning anymore.

A lot of them can't, not really. Lewis doesn't think about those who won enough to satiate the hunger. He doesn't think it will ever be satiated. He doesn't allow himself to believe it. Madness madness madness.

He's in a weird mood today. George notices and gives him a small smile. He looks around, looking for someone, and his shoulders tighten as they always do when he realises the one he's looking for isn't here. Lewis knows how it feels. Lewis doesn't think about how it will feel again.

He climbs on the truck and fist-bumps whoever puts their hand up without looking. Val gives him a small smile and doesn't approach, and Lewis pushes through and goes to sit at the back. Someone will call him over when it's his turn for the interview.

He watches the crowds cheer as they pass, the main attraction. One two three. He taps his fingers on the railing. He smiles and he waves and all the while he doesn't register anything around him. Not truly, not properly. Four five. Six.

Not until someone leans on the fence right beside him. Strong perfume. Flash of blue and pink. Arm pressed too close to his. One. Two. Three.

Fernando.

There is no way for him to move without it becoming a thing. They're right behind Daniel, who's giving an interview to Sky just then. Four five six.

He smiles and turns to Fernando. "Blue isn't your colour," he says, then giggles without knowing why. Fernando looks at him and raises an eyebrow. One two three. He came to Lewis. He should've known better.

"All colours are my colours," he says. Lewis remembers many nights and many different clothes and many times they disappeared in the dark. Four five.

He inclines his head towards Daniel. "Think we could pull off the new McLaren orange?" Six. Some ghosts never disappear.

Fernando's face does that thing that Lewis remembers from another life he's lead, when he wants to say something awful but he knows he can't. They didn't use to care so much about cameras before. They used to be more genuine before. They used to be more awful. He thinks it's the exact same thing.

"Didn't you know? It's called papaya now," Fernando says in his thick Spanish accent. Lewis giggles again, because that is the most pretentious shit he's heard in a while and it's ridiculous.

"You think Ron would make us do it?" he asks, not even knowing why.

Fernando almost scowls. "He made us do many other things." He waves a hand. His hair falls into his eyes. "We were young back then. We are smarter now."

One two three. Lewis hums. Four five.

"Are we?" He asks, half serious, half not. He never knows, with Nando.

Fernando cocks his head. His grin is cocky. Six.

"Less stupid at least," he says. "Or one of us is."

Seven.

Lewis throws his head back and laughs.

#i. dont know what this is #but i love you #ferwis #one! braincell bestie #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #f1 rpf

[thousand-winters]

Hunter puts on Darius's cloak and gloves and acts like him in front of a mirror. (Could be main timeline, or it's little four year old hunter. He gets blushy when Darius catches him, but Darius loves that Hunter wants to act like him.

"Who wouldn't want to be the most handsome, smart and powerful male witch on the isles?" Darius chuckles, hugging his boy.

I feel like little four year old Hunter would probably be a little sheepish but mostly very excited to ask Darius what he thinks about it, getting into doing little poses easily and everything so his dad can take pictures. He wants to be just like his dad when he grows up, after all! Darius loses it just a little seeing Hunter's toothy grin while he holds his arms up, covered by too-big gloves and with his cape trailing on the floor behind him, to be picked up, he's practically rushing to pick up his kid and use that same cape as a sort of blanket.

Now as for main timeline Hunter? Oh, he would be mortified.

See, it's no secret that he admires Darius. Leaving aside the fact that he tried his best to care for him while they were both in an awful situation, and that he's taken him in as his parent (which for Hunter still half feels like something he should repay instead of something Darius did simply because he cares about him and wants him safe and happy... it's a work in progress), he always thought Darius was an impressive witch back in the coven days. He does have an amazing control over his specific kind of magic and was always respectable, not even because of his fancy behavior™️ but because he wasn't one to take his problems out on the scouts like some other Coven Heads.

So here he has someone who has done a lot for him, that he admires and wants to impress. And uh, oh, he does know Darius can be particular about his clothes and the fact he was imitating him is tricky too because what if Darius thinks he's mocking him? Hunter is already scrambling to explain himself when Darius says that and then he's just like "huh?" because he can't be that chill about it, can he?

Once Darius has stopped hugging him, Hunter still has enough incredulity in him to go "are you serious?", prompting a "well, yes. I am handsome, smart and powerful, don't you think?" from Darius which is so ridiculous that Hunter can't barely understand he's laughing by the time he's doing so already.

But it's Hunter, so once the mirth has calmed down enough, he still asks him if he's seriously not mad at him, and truly, why would Darius be? Hesimply gets closer and starts adjusting the gloves over Hunter's hands and the cloak so they are correctly adjusted and fit him better, while he tells him that he's quite flattered, in fact, that such a wonderful kid as Hunter would want to be like him in any way.

They both might end up a bit tearful.

#darius deamonne #hunter deamonne #dadrius #the owl house #toh #once again sorry for the late reply. life is a nightmare /lh

[rubysunnday]

sleeping beauty

a/N: i hate the word huskily

summary: painting the woman of his dreams feels like a fairytale warning: smutty ish at the end... kinda... sorta - aka lottie thinks she's written some very vanilla smut

"Thank you, Miss Elliot. I shall have it finished by the end of the month."

Y/N stood up from the chair she'd been sitting on for the last three hours, hands clasped in her lap, face calm. "Thank you, Mr Nichols. I look forward to seeing it."

She grabbed her shawl from the back of the chair and draped it over her arms, walking out the room. The Royal Academy was a beautiful building. Y/N walked down the corridor, looking around in awe, wishing she could spend more time here.

Y/N walked past an open door, peering inside as she passed. She skipped to a halt and looked back inside, double-checking what she thought she'd seen.

Benedict Bridgerton had his back to the main door, his jacket abandoned on the chair behind him as he painted a background onto a canvas. He was absorbed in his work, clearly oblivious to everything else around him.

Y/N had spent a lot of time with Benedict over recent months. They had walked around galleries and museums together, promenaded through the park - she had even been invited over to Bridgerton House for dinner.

But this was the first time she was seeing him as Benedict and not Mr Bridgerton. His walls were down and he looked... happy.

Y/N reached over and knocked gently on the door. Benedict turned, his paintbrush still up against the canvas, and looked at the door. His eyes widened and he almost dropped his palette in his hastened attempt to get up.

"Miss Elliot, I am so sorry, I did not -"

"Do not apologise, Mr Bridgerton," Y/N said, chuckling as he tried to make himself appear more presentable. "I was merely passing by."

"You've been here?"

Y/N nodded, walking into the room, folding her shawl over her arms. "I am having my portrait done by Mr Nichols. My mother insisted."

Benedict nodded, laughing softly. "Mr Nichols is an excellent artist."

Y/N hummed, tilting her head slightly, approaching Benedict. "I think we both know there is someone else I would rather have, Mr Bridgerton." She stopped in front of his canvas. "If you do not mind me asking... what exactly are you doing?"

"Oh, I am just starting a new painting," he said, turning to face his canvas. "This is just a base layer before I start the actual thing - it's a colour wash. Gives it a base that isn't white. It helps make the colours look more natural."

Y/N nodded. She glanced down at the stool next to him. "Is that a book of fairytales?"

"Hmm, what? Oh, yes." Benedict sighed, smiling. "My little sister Hyacinth -"

"Mr Bridgerton, I do know who Hyacinth is, I have been to dinner -"

"Yes, of course, my apologies. Hyacinth asked me to do her some paintings inspired by the stories in the book. Anthony and I read them to her a lot back when it came out - we still do sometimes."

Y/N gently picked up the book - which was evidently well loved. She carefully opened it, flicking through the pages and admiring the drawings within. "Which is her favourite?"

"It depends who is reading," Benedict answered, leaning over Y/N's shoulder. "If it is Anthony, it is Little Snow White. If it's me it is Cinderella. But her absolute favourite - no matter who is reading - is Little Briar Rose. Why I do not know."

Y/N laughed to herself. "So, is that the one you are painting, then?"

"Well, trying to," Benedict replied, taking the book from her. "I have. studied the drawings in here for hours and yet I cannot quite figure out the composition. What I really need is a model but unfortunately Isabella - our usual model - is away for the next few months. I am a bit stuck."

Y/N was silent for a moment, clearly thinking. "I do not know if this is at all wise..."

"But?"

"Why don't I model for you?" She suggested. At Benedict's raised eyebrows she sighed. "I know it is not proper but I would enjoy it. As long as I do not have to take my clothes off and that door remains open, we should be fine."

"I do believe Briar Rose remains fully clothed throughout, Miss Elliot, you are quite safe."

Y/N smiled. "There we go, then. Besides, I adore Hyacinth. We all know I would do anything for her."

Benedict chuckled, tucking the book down again. "And that is precisely the issue, Miss Elliot - everyone would do anything for her."

"Ok, then, tell me what to do."

Y/N stood there as Benedict looked at her, his eyes narrowed slightly in thought. He abruptly walked away, over to a large crate sat in the far corner of the room. Benedict rummaged through it and eventually pulled out several large pieces of fabric. He put them on the floor next to his easel and then grabbed a wooden rectangle block, lifting it up onto the small rectangular platform in the centre of the room.

He stared at it for a minute and then jumped off the platform and grabbed another box, pushing it up against the other one.

Y/N watched with a fascinated expression as Benedict rushed around, throwing cushions and fabric over the boxes, and placing odd items in the background.

Benedict stopped for a moment, looking at his work. He then turned to Y/N and held out a piece of dark blue velvet. Y/N took it, brushing her fingers over the soft material.

"Put that one over your shoulders," Benedict said, pulling her shawl off her arms, "and then this one on top."

Y/N obliged, wrapping herself in the dark velvet, letting it fold over her arms. Benedict then took the lighter blue shawl she had been wearing and put it over the top, the colours contrasting one another perfectly.

"I assume I am to lie down?" Y/N asked, looking at the makeshift bed.

Benedict nodded, taking her hand. He led her up to the podium and to the makeshift bed. Y/N sat down on the edge and carefully laid down, not wanting to knock any cushions off.

She looked up at Benedict, waiting for him to move. "I am your model, Mr Bridgerton," she said softly as he stared at her, "you can touch and move me."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I wouldn't have agreed to this otherwise."

Benedict took a step forwards and heistated. He crouched down beside Y/N and took her arm, his fingers wrapping around the fabric of the makeshift shawl. Y/N inhaled suddenly as she felt him take her arm but kept her composure as he moved her left arm, placing it gently on her stomach.

"Would it help if I closed my eyes?" She suggested, turning her head so that she was looking up at the ceiling.

"Please."

Y/N glanced at Benedict and then shut her eyes, nestling her head into the cushions. She could feel Benedict moving around her and she found herself trying not to breathe too loudly, for some bizarre reason.

She flinched with surprise as Benedict grabbed her legs and carefully moved them closer to the middle of the bed, grabbing the edge of her dress and straightening out, his fingers brushing her calf. He then moved the velvet as well- Y/N could feel it tugging on her arm as he pulled it onto the floor.

"Can you let your arm hang for a moment?" He asked quietly from somewhere to her right.

Y/N let her right arm go limp and allowed it to fall off the edge of the bed, hanging in mid-air. The velvet fell with it and she felt Benedict's fingers brush the inside of her wrist as he manoeuvred it around until it sat just right.

"Do you want me to take my hair down?" Y/N asked, glancing up at him as he fiddled with cushions.

Benedict turned to face her, smiling softly. "If you don't mind."

Y/N leant her head forward and roughly pulled on the pins and combs holding her hair together. Benedict came over and she felt his fingers brush hers again as he helped untangle her hair, letting it loose.

"Feel free to mess with it," Y/N told him, lying back down, trying not to move too much.

She shivered as Benedict combed through her hair with his fingers, spreading it out over the cushions and over her shoulders. Every time his hand brushed against her bare skin, her breath caught in her throat and goosebumps decorated her skin.

His hands gently pushed her chin up and he turned her head to the side, brushing against her cheekbones.

"Ok," Benedict said, his breath tickling the bare skin of her neck. "Do not move an inch."

Y/N smiled gently. "I do not dare, Mr Bridgerton."

She watched as benedict jumped off the platform and rushed over to his canvas, sitting down in front of it. He glanced over at her as he picked up his pencil and then back at the canvas.

The sound of a pencil against canvas was a rather soothing sound. That mixed with the smell of paint made Y/N feel at ease in a way nothing else truly could.

"So, why is Mr Nichols painting your portrait?" Benedict asked, his voice slow, showing how much he was concentrating.

"My mother wanted it done before I marry and am no longer Miss Elliot," Y/N said quietly. "She wanted one more of me as her daughter and not as a wife."

"Has someone proposed, then?"

"No." Y/N tried not to move her head as she looked over at Benedict. "But we all know who will."

Benedict smiled. "Apparently so." He paused his sketching and peered around the canvas. "Close your eyes for me."

Y/N chuckled quietly but obliged, closing her eyes and staying as still as she could. As he worked, Benedict began to hum quietly. Y/N couldn't work out what exactly he was humming but the sound began to lull her to sleep.

Benedict glanced over at Y/N, pausing for a moment, flexing his hand. He could tell she'd fallen asleep - her breathing had evened out and her body looked more relaxed than it had ten minutes before. Benedict smiled to himself as he looked at her - he knew she was beautiful but there was something about how she was that made her even more so.

The peaceful expression on her face. The way her chest rose and fell as she slept. He did have to admit that she looked like something out of a fairytale.

Benedict finished his sketch and immediately picked up his paint brush, wanting to get as much done as he could before he had to inevitably wake Y/N up and escort her home.

Almost two hours later, Benedict was happy with how much progress he had made. He knew he'd be able to finish the rest of it off later on either at home or in his studio.

He set his palette down and stood up, quietly approaching the platform. Benedict crouched down beside Y/N and gently shook her shoulder. His breath was stolen from him as she slowly opened her eyes and blinked, the confusion fading away as she realised it was him. God, she was beautiful.

"You did not do it right," Y/N said softly, looking up at him.

Benedict frowned. "What did I not do?"

"If I remember correctly, she is woken up by a kiss."

Benedict pressed his lips together as he smiled. "Is that so? Well, I do fear that would be improper of me, Miss Elliot."

"I do believe we can make an exception," Y/N told him. "After all, I am not going to marry anyone else, am I?"

"Are you proposing?"

"I will if you do this right," Y/N replied, her voice a whisper. "Go on."

Benedict shook his head at her antics but stood up, stepping back from the platform. Y/N closed her eyes again and Benedict walked up to her. He knelt down on one knee and gently moved Y/N's hair behind her ear, running his knuckles along her cheek and down her jawline. He leant forward and pressed his lips against hers.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open and she looked at him, a smile growing on her face. "Perfect."

"I am glad," Benedict whispered huskily. He was inches away from her and everything inside him wanted to climb on top of her. "There is another part of the story."

"Oh? Which is?"

"After the prince wakes Briar Rose up, they get married and have two children together."

"You honestly think I am putting this body through two children?!"

Benedict burst out laughing, tilting his head forward. Shaking his head, he said, "that is not what I meant."

"I know what you meant," Y/N told him.

"Unfortunately, I am a gentleman."

"Fortunately," Y/N countered, "you are already on one knee."

Benedict glanced down and belatedly realised that he was. He looked back up at Y/N. "Well, then, my sleeping beauty. Will you marry me?"

"You already know the answer, my prince."

Y/N pushed herself up and put her hands around Benedict's neck, catching his lips with hers. She pulled him down towards her and Benedict didn't resist. He swung one leg over her body and straddled Y/N, his hands on either side of her shoulders.

Y/N leant up into him, pressing her stomach against his as she kissed him, unwilling to let go. But she had to - mainly because she was running out of air.

"Are you sure?" Benedict asked, panting slightly.

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, tugging on it slightly. Benedict closed his eyes, trying not to moan as the small action sent fire through his belly.

"Of course I am," Y/N said, brushing her lips against his. "I would not still be lying here if I wasn't."

"The door is locked."

"Excellent."

"It is late. No one else will hear."

Y/N smiled against his lips. "Even better."

Benedict pressed himself against Y/N, forcing her back down onto the cushions. His hands reached behind her and he began unhooking her dress, tugging it off her shoulders and down to her waist. Y/N pushed herself up and Benedict pulled it all the way off, throwing it to the floor.

It was the first time he'd seen her in just her undergarments. And as much as he wanted to rip them off, he knew he had to savour each moment.

"One day," he whispered into her ear as his right hand danced up her thigh, "I'll draw you in nothing but these."

Y/N arched into him as his hand got higher. She dug her nails into his shoulder, burying her head in his chest. "That day better be our wedding night."

Benedict laughed, ducking his head into her shoulder. His hand moved higher still, drifting just below her stomach. Y/N groaned, closing her eyes as she gripped his shirt tightly.

"I'm sure," Benedict muttered, delving inside her and savouring the noise that came out of her with a chuckle, "that can be arranged."

#benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #bridgerton imagines #bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader

[streets-in-paradise]

Ice Cream Man - Steve Harrington x (Fem)Henderson!Reader / Eddie Munson x (Fem)Henderson!Reader

Masterlist

Word Count +5 K

Relationships: Steve Harrington x (Fem)Henderson!Reader, Eddie Munson x (Fem)Henderson! Reader 

Warnings: Steve and Eddie being touch starved dorks not so subtly fighting over the reader. I’m once more writing while listening to Van Halen, what made this be inspired (and titled) after this . 

Summary: You pay a visit to Steve at work and Eddie insists on accompanying you. He starts to try joking with you right away, feeling optimistic about keeping his jealousy in control, but the mocks end up turning against him. 

Notes: I stretched the timeline just for this to make sense. Part 4 of the headcanon series is still in the making, but in the meantime I got this idea and made it a separated oneshot. 

Tags: @losersclubisms @p-hoenix @bilesxbilinskixlahey @chalametnpeaches @thatsonezesty13 @poppet05 @starkssnarks @tasmbestspdrman @shinycloudss @slut-for-bucky-barnes @rosencolorgardens @yourthebrokengirl @alexandraoonaghives @dark-angel-is-back​ 

Steve was very disappointed with how things were turning out after graduation and, with Dustin being temporarily out of the picture, you were his main source of encouragement. That was the first summer you were spending alone in terms of not having the company of your brother for a fraction of it. Cheering up your mutual friend out of the letdown until he would find a job so his father would stop being more of an asshole than always to him was your new established priority. 

However, It was a matter of time until Eddie began to complain about his lack of time to be alone with you. Theatrical exaggerations speaking of how you were abandoning him, he would make it sound funny but the implied message was serious. Because of this other friend you were mostly seeing each other through your friendships in the club. You weren’t going to share about the particularly awful situation Steve was going through at home, simply stating that your friend needed you a lot and he was welcome to join you whenever he wanted. You knew that he would never accept hanging out if your ex bully friend would be involved, so there were not much more needed explanations to add. 

At the time Steve got the job at the mall you were the first person he celebrated with and remained his biggest supporter. You came over to visit him on his first day, also dragging the kids with you, and spent a good while chatting with his coworker. She was a hilariously sarcastic girl you recognized from school but who you have never interacted much with before. There was some serious shock in her when you introduced yourself as a friend of Steve, that she didn’t bother to hide. Guessing your school affiliations by your dressing code, too metal to not be Hellfire, she openly asked you what you were doing with him. Robin named your club ‘ the roleplay weirdos’ and that alone let you know she had to be another outcast too. A regular person wouldn’t know what roleplay was, less identifying Dungeons and Dragons as such. She wasn’t one of those ignorant people calling you devil worshippers, her reaction was more a sort of overall cringe and through that you saw she was aware it was a harmless activity. 

You didn’t even mind if she found your thing cringeworthy, it was nice to speak with someone acknowledging it as it was and your friend had to stop you from info dumping. Steve was happy to see you happy and that helped him a bit to stand the extended letdown of his first day. He was amazed by how you made everything feel better, starting with how ashamed he was while wearing his sailor uniform. He hated it, he would have wanted to hide when he saw you on the line and the realization that you were going to see him in those clothes struck him. Yet, when you were finally in front of him he heard you say it was the cutest thing you ever saw. You were fawning tenderness over him, taking his hat and putting it on to ask how it looked on you. Steve was sure Robin had to score him at least a point in the counting when she saw you playing with the hat and calling him a cutie, then touching his hair when returning it. 

A point that he got, but he had to fight for during your next visit. He couldn’t wait to see you again visiting at work, but when it actually happened the situation didn’t develop as pleasantly. You were at the last position on the line for ice cream, giggling for some reason and he noticed you were wearing a very cute sundress. He wondered if the mocks of Robin affected you or if the outfit was because of the heat, but he couldn’t help loving it anyways. You were listening to him, embracing cute things that you liked just as he showed you that you should, and you looked adorable. That romantic style was a surprising contrast compared to the jean, leather and dark clothing of your regular wearing. It distracted him, making him wishifullnessly wonder if that brief change was a sign for him. Then, he saw an unwanted face popping up from behind you that caused an abrupt end to his speculation. 

Eddie Munson, leader of Hellfire and the source of your silly laughing. He was sneaking his hands on your hips and you didn’t seem to care in the slightest, too into whatever joke he was pulling at the time. Steve didn't let the appearances disencourage him. Remembering Dustin's analogy wrapped advice like words of wisdom worthy of clinging to, he insisted on keeping focus to bring out some of his inner Bon Jovi for you. 

" Holy shit, you look beautiful today. " He praised you as soon as he got rid of the rest of the line and finally had you in front of him. " I mean, you always do but I gotta say I’m a little weak for this change. " 

The confidently delivered compliment got you a bit flustered, but an interruption ruined the possibilities to create an ambient. 

" Thanks, Harrington. I'm trying a new hair care routine " Eddie answered for you with an easy joke to make fun of him. " Glad you noticed, It means it is working. "

You inevitably laughed and that impulsed Steve to fight back. 

" Yeah, i bet is called ' actually washing your freaking hair' " 

Eddie pretended to be shocked, making use of his exaggerated mannerisms, then delivered his next verbal punch.  

" At least I don't have to wear a stupid sailor costume." He replicated, impulsively holding you tighter within the action to later try mocking him through you. " Look at that, princess. Is like watching the roman empire fall. "

" Eddie, don't be an asshole! He is my friend and I want to say hi." You softly called him out before directing at your other friend in the front. " Don't worry, Steve. I think you look super cute and it is so nice that you like my dress. It is hot outside and I felt like wearing colors." 

The self expressed tease opened the way for him to vindicate his original intention. 

" It is hot inside too now that you are here, darling. " 

You tried to dissimulate the heat in your face with some laughter. It sounded like a dorkish pick up line, but it got you a bit because you weren't expecting it. 

" Of course it's gonna be, we bring on the flames of Hellfire. '' Eddie added, providing his own dose of dorkness into an attempt of overcoming the reaction Steve got from you. " You are flame hot, sweetheart. Be careful when you touch me because I may burn." 

He got some giggling out of you and was about to consider it a win in his favor. 

" Looks like you are inspired today, i bet that occured to you because you were doing some song writing I still haven't seen. " 

It was all a joke to you, he could sense you simply interpreted the whole situation as some big joke going on between him and Steve. He couldn't blame you because he was the one massively hiding his flirting towards you in jokes. Eddie guessed that after some time with him the line between flirting and joking became blurry to you and you really couldn't tell. 

" Maybe I am inspired because you look like a fairy of the woods with that girly dress. I could write an epic poem about you. " 

" Seems like this dress is a hit. " You innocently joked. " Everyone is loving it so i guess is fine. " 

" More than fine. '' Steve insisted, reclaiming the in front of the situation with some perhaps overplayed confidence. " What's gonna be this time, sweet face?"

You requested both ice cream orders and while you were doing so Eddie was wondering what else he could do to annoy Steve into stopping flirting with you. 

It was not only about how seeing that pissed him off, he was still jealous of how much of your attention that other guy was receiving lately. Jealousy corrupted every fiber of Eddie's being every time your mom answered his phone calls informing him that you were at Steve's but he couldn't truly complain to you about that later. Harrington was a friend of yours as he himself was, so all he did was expressing his disgust on jokes. 

The idea came to him while watching how your cone was being served. A very simple joke, but he knew that you were going to love it. 

" I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passing by. '' Eddie began to sing doing his attempt of a David Lee Roth voice impersonation. " I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passing by."

Sweet chuckling, music for his ears, and your attention was all his. 

" Eddie, that is so inappropriate!" You commented. " That song ain't about ice cream at all. " 

" Of course not, we all know it is about the struggles of the working class. " He kept joking, an ironical take making fun of the sexual undertones the song had. " Isn't that what blues is all about?" 

" The Van Halen cover feels clearly like a horny guy making ice cream metaphors." You explained to Steve with a bit of shame. " Offering himself to all the ladies of the neighborhood." 

Although Eddie was annoying the crap out of him, Steve didn't seem as affected as in other occasions. 

" Very funny, I bet your friend thinks he is so clever. " He sarcastically replied before handing you the cone. " Tell you what? I can go to your house tonight and you show me the entire album. Dustin speaks a lot about that band, but he only made me hear a few songs." 

Eddie didn't let him time to even consider a small win. 

" Make line, she is coming with me." 

You tried to make his words sound less harsh. 

" Eddie misses hanging out alone with me so I am giving him all the rest of the day. I explained to him that we have been busy together and he has been a sunshine, so understanding. " 

" I would like to know why you were so busy. You were never home whenever I called." 

It was the perfect moment for Steve to make his ultimate strike, the line that would make the rival swallow his mocks. 

" Swimming lessons. " He explained while giving him his order. " I have been teaching her in my pool during the breaks from job searching. My parents are never home, so we had the house all for ourselves. " 

Everything in those sentences sounded wrong. Eddie searched for your glance as a gestural ask for explanations, but you were innocently eating your frozen treat. 

" I'm learning a bit and it's really fun." You finally commented, what didn't explain shit. 

" You are doing so well, I have to figure out a new schedule for us to continue. " Steve praised you once more. " I'm actually really proud of you."  

You hid the searched reaction in your side activity, only showing a sideways smile with your lips stained from eating. 

" I am not that good yet, but I do feel more safe. " 

" She looks amazing in swimsuits, you have no idea. " Steve subtly bragged in the comment he directed to Eddie." It all started when she told me that she never learned because she used to be afraid of wearing swimwear in public. I considered helping out with that aspect was important too, as much as the teaching. " 

" He convinced me of trying on a bikini for the first time." You added, with excitement." Can you believe it? "

Not only jealousy, Eddie was feeling literal envy of the situation that was being descripted to him. 

" That's wonderful, sweetheart!" He still cheered you, unable to do anything else because he was in no place to complain." Is that something you were ashamed of? That’s weird to hear because you are never ashamed of anything with me. "

" That was a limit I haven’t crossed yet. I don’t know if i would wear one of those in public but I got comfortable with Steve because he made me feel good about it. "  

The friend beside you listened while eating, restraining his impulse of saying anything about what you were telling to later find his way of stealing you away. 

" Let's go find somewhere to sit so you can get comfy with me. "

You agreed and followed, but not before giving the guy at the other side of the counter a proper salute that consisted of a kiss on the cheek for which you previously licked your lips to avoid leaving any stains. Seeing that you were staying in the store, he tried to keep on watch of both of you in between work tasks. However, Munson complicated things for him on purpose making sure you would be taking the seat placed in the opposite direction so he wouldn’t be able to look at you. . 

Like if she had a radar to spot his frustration, Robin emerged from the back side for more of her usual side commentary. Steve was waiting for her to declare him a loser, remove his point and make fun of him, but her conclusions took an unexpected turn. 

“ I can’t believe we just found a guy who is more desperate than you… or maybe just as desperate.” 

“ Don’t compare me with Munson.” Steve complained, refusing to see himself at the same level. “ He is a needy freak pushing the limits of that friendship just because she lets him.”

“ I don’t know, she seems pretty comfortable.”  His coworker added, in a mockfull tone. “ Although she doesn’t seem to notice the two touch starved guys ready to pluck each other’s eyes out. That’s a bit naive, she still calls you her friends.” 

Steve was disturbed by the implications. 

“ It’s not the same, I have good intentions.” 

“ The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Robin insisted. “ You wanted to help a friend, make her feel good because you are a sweet boy.” 

She made him feel guilty about that time where he helped you spread sunscreen on your back. 

“ I am looking respectfully ..  and touching only when it is needed, ok? I am not a creep.” 

“ If that makes you feel better.” She mocked him once more. “ That guy may have chocolate sauce topping and you are sprinkled with nuts, but you both seem the same flavor of dumb to me.”

That partially delivered conclusion felt not conclusive at all for him.   

“ Thanks, Robin. That definitely helped.” 

“ I bet she likes that flavor, just haven’t decided which one is her favorite topping.” 

For once, the teasing gave him something to think about. 

She switched tasks with him for a while just to avoid seeing him losing his mind over you. Bussy with the comings and goings of people, she didn't notice ríght away when you approached once more and initially wished she could have avoided it. She didn't necessarily dislike you, but your overly friendly ways were awkward. As if because both of you were outcast girls you would be expected to automatically bond, a form of socialization she imagined that you must have learned from the roleplay group. It was partially ríght, because Hellfire was very much about outcast solidarity.

" Hi, Robin!" You energetically saluted her. " How are things going?"

You were on your own, no sight of the guy who came in with you. 

" Don't you have a dude to watch over? Make sure to keep your metalhead on a leash because I don't want trouble." 

Far from upsetting you, the sarcastic joke made you giggle. Not because of the part of putting Eddie on a leash, but about how weird it was to hear someone describing him as if he was your boyfriend. 

" Eds just went to the bathroom and I know it's gonna take a while. " You casually commented. " I don't know what's wrong with him, but sometimes when we hang out he ends up rushing to the bathroom and disappears. I swear that boy must have the weakest bladder. " 

You never questioned that directly, although it worried you because you guessed it could be a side effect of drinking or some weird drug. You wouldn't want to ask him about it because you feared it could be intrusive to do so, but those relatively frequent escapades to the bathroom were concerning. 

" What's your deal with Mr weak bladder?" Robin asked you in the same casual tone, knowing Steve would be hearing. " Are you dating?" 

The question amused you. 

" No, we are just friends." 

" I don't think he is aware of that. " She mischievously commented with you. " you really need to settle some boundaries" 

" We don't have problems with that. " You quickly clarified. " Eddie is a gentleman: he opens doors for me, sometimes he calls me a princess and he has this joke where he kisses the back of my hand like a knight. Always double checks if i am comfortable with anything he tries around me, he also encourages me all the time. He is such an adorable guy, but he suffers from a bad reputation. Steve thinks he needs to protect me from him for some reason, but Eddie thinks the same about him." 

" It goes for both: either with dumb or dingus you should draw a clear line of what they can or can't do if they want to be your friends." She insisted, throwing some actual advice because the situation weirded her. " For example: friends hug or call each other ridiculous nicknames, but they don't use pet names or kiss." 

" Steve and I have kissed. " You playfully confessed, only speaking of her coworker because he was the only one she knew enough to be hearing your comments on." He has very soft lips, I bet he uses lip balm." 

It grossed her even more simply because you were sharing more than what she would have wanted to know. 

" You have no one else to come over with that sort of thing, ríght?" 

" Well, the only girls who I am friends with just finished middle school. There is also Nancy, my best friend's girlfriend, but I can't talk about that with her. Steve is her ex and Eddie scares her." 

That alone explained a lot, your naivety suddenly made sense. It was an awkward conversation to have, but you were opening up to the very first same age girl who was giving you the possibility. Fortunately for her, Steve showed up and made you shut up. 

“ Is that silence about me? Am I interrupting something?” 

Robin looked visibly fed up with him, knowing well that he was listening but playing the fool in the back the whole time. You replied before her and things could only escalate from that. 

“ I was saying that I can’t believe that you are struggling with dating because you are wonderful and our date was the most fun I ever had.” 

“ That's easy to say, it was the first one.” He joked back, attenuating his excitement. “ It was awesome for me too and you saved my ass that night.” 

“ Don’t tear yourself down. My dating history may be non-existent but that doesn’t mean I am easy to impress. I guess you must be dealing with the consequences, everyone found out you took a freak to prom and now you are blacklisted. “ 

“ It’s not your fault, he blows up every chance he has on his own. '' Robin concluded while seeking a way out of that conversation. “ Make me a favor: watch over dingus while you wait for dumb.” 

As she intended to return to the previous spot you directed a prideful glance to Steve, showing how happy you were for thinking you were making progress. The reminder of how he heard you talk about the softness of his lips was causing an effect and he attempted to make good use of it. 

“ So, has the king of weirdos abandoned you already?”

“ The correct term is Dungeon Master, and he hasn’t. He is just delayed. “ You corrected and it suddenly occurred to you to talk with him about your doubts. Talking with him was safer than asking any of the Hellfire guys and getting labeled as the club’s baby if your question was a dumb one. “ Steve, should I be worried about Eddie? “

“ In my personal opinion? He is insane.” Was your friend’s blatant reply. 

“ I mean, healthwise. Sometimes he takes long bathroom breaks: at one given moment we are having a normal conversation, then he rushes out as if his life depended on it. He can’t even look at me, he just rans.” 

He wasn’t sure of why you wanted his opinion regarding such a specific topic, but what you told was suspicious to him for other reasons.

“ I don’t know, there are a hundred abnormalities going on with that dude. Why don't you start describing to me what got you worried at this particular time?” 

“ We were over there, chatting while having our ice creams and everything was normal.” You began to tell, pointing at the spot you had occupied as if Steve wouldn’t have carefully followed you with his sight at the moment you sat there. “ He was eating slower than me and I made a joke about it. I was like ‘ It’s gonna melt, dummy. Let me help you!’, then licked the side of his that was at the highest risk to fall. I thought that he would find it funny, but he didn’t laugh and only hurried up to finish so he could take off.” 

The description was intense enough for Steve to get an approximated idea of what happened. From that ubication, you probably needed to bend over the table to reach Eddie but the position was way more compromising than what you would realize because all you wanted was to joke. Torso pressed against the surface, mouth open and tongue sticking out to lick the creamy frozen treat that the viewer was holding; Steve felt teased just imagining you like that. In some sort of poetic justice act, Munson seemed to have fallen victim to his own ice cream jokes. 

“ I’m sure he must be alright, being weird is his trademark.” Steve tried to comfort you without telling you his real opinion of the matter. “ Just let me know if he is being too weird with you, more than usual. That’s what I care about the most.” 

“ Curious, because that’s close to what he says of you. Eddie thinks that you are helping me out just to watch me get wet in a bikini.” You confessed as if it was the most hilarious take ever. “ You two are taking protectiveness too far: you are wrong about him and he is wrong about you.” 

Partially wrong, he would have added. Steve didn’t do it for the sake of watching you, but that was an accidental side benefit that he enjoyed. He was almost sure that seeing him in his beach shorts impressed you, the reason why he was somewhat guilty of whoring himself through the activity just to see if he could catch you staring. 

“ I know what you are going to say ‘ You are my friends and I love you’, but I am sure I love you more than he does. “ 

“ That’s really sweet, but very rude. “ You sweetly corrected him. “ You don’t know Eddie enough to state that.” 

“ I don’t need to because I know myself.” 

The irruption from a few customers stopped you from asking any further. You gave him the needed space to keep doing his work and before you could resume that talk Eddie came back. He was all smiles for you, whatever that was bothering him seemed behind and his sweetest side was out for you. 

“ Are you alright, Eds?” You asked him as soon as he got close to you.” What took you so long? “ 

The worry in your eyes made him feel extremely guilty. 

“ Got lost trying to find out if this place has any arcade machines. “ He explained himself, trying to sound convincing enough to hush your concerns away. “ Worry not, fair maiden, for your knight has returned.” 

That joke made you giggle and he had to complete it with the hand kiss gesture, turning you into a blushed mess that you dissimulated through simulating laughing. That time it was you who grabbed him closer, hiding your face against his neck until the outburst would end. Seeking to return the joke, you tried to kiss his hand but he stopped you halfway. You got close enough to smell soap, indicating recent handwashing, but your lips didn’t reach destiny. For some reason he didn’t want you to get there and offered his face as comfort. 

You placed your index finger over his pursed lips, keeping in mind the advice Robin gave you. Seeing his intention frustrated, he threw a casual joke about that. 

“ Is that asshole of Harrington making you be so mean to me?” 

“ Got into some girl’s talk and turns out it’s weird to go around kissing your friend.” You clarified for him. “ A really cool girl gave me a talk about boundaries and shit, she thinks this is something we shouldn’t be doing.” 

“ Was it Wheeler, right? That sounds like her thing. “ Eddie asked while defending his point. “ You know that I would never make you do anything you don’t want to. What you have to think about is if it’s about what others say or about what you want. I will always stop the jokes for you, but I can’t give a fuck about what others think of us.” 

You smiled, then gave him a peck on the lips. 

“ That’s my girl! “ He cheered you, feeling a bit in awe. “ Fuck the rules, who cares if we are weird? “ 

“ Have you found any machines?” 

He almost forgot about that part, too lost on the brief sensation of your lips against his. 

“ No, but we can keep searching.” 

You nodded in agreement, but split apart. 

“ Wait me a sec, I have to say bye to Steve.” 

Eddie stayed at the margin, choosing to observe over engage just to make sure things would be quick. If he would've followed you another argument would have started and that guy had stolen enough of your time together already. To his greatest shock, your farewell to the ice cream sailor also included a peck on the lips that he received with pleased confusion. The words Eddie told you backfired on him, which was technically logical because nothing stopped you from being weird with another friend. 

You were all his, but he had to ruin it by being himself. When he offered to accompany you despite you explaining why you wanted to go to the mall he thought that he had the upper hand. Eddie followed you there while being desperate to see you, but also expecting to get his best chance to make fun of Steve. Your freshly graduated friend was no longer a sports team star, but he was still the cool guitarist in a band and that was supposed to place him at a better spot to win you over. 

The first sight of you on that sundress sealed his fate, but you managed to overcome his most feared expectations. That secondary goal got eclipsed by his own embarrassment, even the main one was affected because of the time he had to lose fixing the problem. Thinking that you were truly worried for him made him feel awful, so horribly guilty, but there wasn’t much he could have done about it and he truly couldn’t explain it to you. 

If you would get to know the actual reason for those escapades to the bathroom your friendship itself would be compromised. The needy ice cream guy joke he threw on Steve was a mix of his observations with some blatant projection. He fell so hard for you, wanted you so badly that cooling down was sometimes impossible. 

As you were walking out of the ice cream shop he almost yelped to the feeling of you trying to hold his hand. 

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PROPAGANDA

KATHERINA MINOLA (THE TAMING OF THE SHREW) (CW: Domestic Abuse)

1.) We had to read this for English my senior year. I got so mad at the way she’s treated. She’s the titular “shrew” of the play. She has to be married off before her younger sister can get married, because that makes sense.

Then the most dogshit man imaginable comes along, and everybody thinks they’re perfect. He literally gaslights her and denies her food and water.

Fuck Petruchio and Katherine Minola deserved better!

2.) Literally the whole play is about how she is so awful that the main guy needs to change her entire personality, which he does as a challenge not because he likes her, and then proceeds to her abuse her for the rest of the play. Yet, he is portrayed as the hero, not a villain and she is shown to have “improved” at the end. People will say, oh it’s open to interpretation, it can be played different ways, it’s satire, but i don’t find abuse funny and there is a distinct lack of commentary in the play to count as satire imo. Taming of the Shrew is a tragedy not a comedy, I will die on this hill. Kate deserves better!

3.) The title isn’t joking, ya’ll. She literally gets broken like a rebellious feral animal and it’s treated as a happy ending.

ORIHIME INOUE (BLEACH) (CW: Child Abuse, Ableism)

1.) Her powers were incredibly versatile but only ever used for healing or defense. She had offensive capabilities too, but as she isn’t an aggressive person, they were barely ever used. Her healing power isn’t so much healing as it is “rejecting” the existence of something. This power could have been so insanely strong, to the point that even one of the show’s major antagonists remarked on how frightening it was, but as I said, it was only ever used for healing, and her personality held her back from using it as an attack. She was kidnapped by said antagonist for an entire arc. I’m not even going to get into the amount of times she was used for fanservice. Fandom opinion on her varies WILDLY.

2.) I realized I hadn’t added enough the first time, but I also don’t know how much I added the first so:

She’s introduced as a character to be saved. Most are, though, even the boys and men in this arc It’s also mentioned in the manga that she had horribly abusive parents, to the point the second her brother turned 18 her grabbed her and ran. This fact is removed in the anime. The evil ghost attacking her turns out to be the degraded ghost of her brother.

She in general, in light hearted moments, spends a lot of time being sexualized. Of the minor characters (as in under 18), she is the one that is sexualized the most. Usually against her will, with people making creepy remarks (despite not wearing very revealing clothes… Which Is true to life. It’s because she has big breasts).

She then gets cool abilities, but she’s the only one of the group not to get a big fight in the Soul Society arc.

She is then the SECOND female character in need of a big rescue arc (while I agree with how it was written for both female characters, intertwined with the other ones’ ingrained following of a horrible system and neglect by her adopted family and for Orihime a desire to prevent any friends from dying, the fact is the third major arc like this has a male character “defect”. So rescued are only for the girlies). During that arc she goes through a lot of psychological horror and pain that I will defend her choices in to the end. She is built up, in that arc, however, as someone whose healing abilities aren’t really healing and instead rejection of reality/rewriting reality. She is also built up as the person who may be able to destroy the Nebulously Powerful artificat that was at the center of this arc and the twist motive of the antagonists in the previous arc. And… Nothing happens. She doesn’t get to do it.

She gets some cool things in the next smaller arc, but also gets psychically fucked with (while all of them do, she doesn’t get to have the power ups or later fights. And her previous arc was her just… Being psychologically tortured).

The end arc is complex because, yes, it was rushed because the creator was injured. But her “cool” moment -while a triumph and circling back to character development - is that she gets to be in a duo-fight briefly with the main character. Not the last fight against this boss. And she never gets to do anything cool with objects or breaking things, both which would fall under her being a pacifist still.

I disagree with a lot of discourse about her being infantalized, because she seems very ADHD-I coded, as someone who has that. That doesn’t mean the author meant her more than just a “weird” girl, especially with how the state of ADHD treatment is in Japan . So we can throw in some ableism. Which gets me to the anime adaptation.

The anime was made by Studio Pierrot, which has a reputation with adapting female characters from manga to anime. Esp cially in shonen anime.They DID infantalize her (ex, changing a daydream comment from about the main guy to pee and poop??), including removing many of her daydreams and context, changing her intro scene, removing more introspective moments (she is very emotionally intelligent in the manga), and removing moments with the main protagonist. The latter is an issue because they added moments with another female character, which implies their attachment to either is solely in favor of romantic scenes with the male lead

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: Ichigo looking to the side. Someone off screen says "I… Ichigo!" Panel 2: Someone standing in front of Orihime between her and some shadows indicating people. There is a sound effect "SHOOM". Panel 3: Orihime smiles. There is a sound effect "SHOOM". Panel 4: A close up shot of Orihime's breasts. There is a sound effect "ZOOM". Panel 5: A character (Ichigo?) with stars for eyes blushes, clasps his hands, and shouts "Heaven!! I'm in heaven!!" followed by a heart. Panel 6: A distant shot of Orihime and the person standing in front of her. There's a mark of action off to their left and the sound effect "FWUP". Panel 7: Two other characters say "He… flew?!" Panel 8: A close up of a shoe as someone lands on something with the sound effect "TUMP"]

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: A shot looking down at Orihime from an angle. She's dressed in a baseball uniform and shouts "Yeah! C'mon, Tatsuki, give it to me!" followed by a heart. Panel 2: A shot of stairs with an arrow pointing to someone labeled "Kon". Kon is Bleach's mascot character. Someone off screen says "Th… …That's!" and Orihime says "Hey!" Panel 3: On the left is a close up of Orihime's breasts with an arrow pointing to them. In the bottom center right is Kon with his paw over his mouth. He thinks "Orihime!!!" There is a sound effect "BOOM" behind Kon. Panel 4: White text on a black background. The text reads "target 1: Orihime Inoue". Panel 5: A distant shot of Kon going down the stairs. He thinks "Yes! I'll play the innocent stuffed animal that just happens to be lying on the ground in front of her. Panel 6: A close up of Kon with his paw in front of his mouth. He thinks "She's got the heart of the Virgin Mary, so… …She's bound to pick me up and hug me and nestle me in the valley of paradise!!"]

(Cleanser that isn't relevant to propaganda that follows up on the previous:

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: The mascot character Kon is blushing and is in front of a large soccer ball. He thinks "And then I'll be umm-ummm-umm…" Panel 2: Kon gets hit by the soccer ball with the sound effect "WAP" Panel 3: On the right is a character after they kicked the ball. They're shouting "Dragon Bazooka!!!" There's a note by the speech bubble that that's the name of the shot. On the left is Kon getting hit by the soccer ball with an arrow pointing to him. There's a sound effect "THWAK". Panel 4: In the foreground is the soccer ball driving Kon forward. In the background is Orihime standing at home base of a baseball field; she's standing with a baseball bat ready to swing. Action lines indicate that Kon and the ball are moving toward her. Panel 5: A close up of a distressed Kon. Panel 6: A close up of a smiling Orihime. Across panels 4 to 6 is a speech bubble of Kon's saying "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"]

yes she hits him with the bat in the following page)

[Description ID: A character hugs Orihime from behind and grabs breasts while shouting "Morning, Orihime!!!" and while Orihime gasps. Orihime kicks said character in the face.]

[Description ID: A panel of Orihime; someone off-screen says "Her powers violate divine law."]

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: Orihime stands in front of a dark doorway with hands reaching out of them. Panel 2: Close up of an eye. Panel 3: A woman with black pigtails grabs Orihime from behind and covers Orihime's mouth with her hand. There is a sound effect "WHAP".]

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: Woman with black pigtails tells Orihime "You're finished."" Panel 2: Close up of woman's face. She says "I'm going to take back everything you took from me!!" Panel 3: The woman tears off Orihime's sleeve with the sound effect "SRIP".]

(Had some supposed Orihime fans - saying that as a huge Orihime fan myself - claim this wasn't misogynistic as hell because "girls do that in real life")

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: A man with a bucket tells a distressed and blushing Orihime "Oh. Be careful with that dress. It's designed so that when you close the middle, they pop out from either side." Orihime shouts "WAAAAAA!!!" Panel 2: A character shoves their hand upwards through Orihime's cleavage so that it's sticking out from between them. The character says "Okay, it's okay. Don't cry, don't cry." There is a sound effect "SHPA." Orihime has tears in her eyes and is blushing in a distressed way. Panel 3: Orihime shouts "WAAA!!!" off screen. Ichigo has a distressed or shocked face with a blush and says "Y…".]

(How an antagonist in the Hueco Mundo arc restrains her)

And one of those scenes weirdly changed and infantilized from manga to anime (these are both the official releases, not fan translations). They're not the only one but they're the easiest to show:

Manga:

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: POV shot of Ichigo looking down at presumably Orihime. Panel 2: Orihime blushes with closed eyes and says "Oh no, Ichigo!! Close-quarters combat!!" There are two sound effects: "WHOMP" and "ZING" Panel 3: A shot of from behind Orihime stands on her knees and shouting "Ow!!" A man in the foreground asks her "Orihime! Are you all right, Orihime?!!"]

Anime:

[Description ID: Anime screenshot. Orihime is lying on the ground asleep while a man looks down on her. She says "No… Not Poo-san, it's Pee-tan…!"]

3.) In the arc that literally centers around her, she is described as having a power that infringes on the territory of God because she can Reject events from happening (this usually manifests in her "rejecting" people's wounds giving her pretty much The Perfect healing ability). There is a lot of emphasis placed on this and on her personal arc about how she feels pretty weak and useless compared to her friends, so she figures out that there is something that Only She Can Do! Which is, Reject the Macguffin from ever existing. And guess what she never gets the opportunity to do? And instead watches her LI (the main character) fight multiple people on her behalf and literally die in front of her and resurrect himself through sheer force of HIS will, not hers? (Like, OK, granted that sheer force of will was born out of his strong desire to save her, but it still isn't anything SHE did.)

In later arcs, she does get more of an upgrade power-wise but it's nowhere near the scale that was implied earlier on. (this might be more because it's a difficult thing to write around if it's really that OP, but I still side-eye it a bit) And in the final arc, she's given a pretty sexualized outfit that's both given explicit attention and also played for laughs, but in a way that feels very much at HER expense.

#polls #round 3 #week 6 #new #cw domestic abuse #cw child abuse #cw ableism

[yourelosingains]

I was watching a byler video on youtube about a minute ago, and i made the horrible choice to read the comments, and someone said that Mike and El are really satisfied with eachother, and then they talked about how Mike would end up completely rejecting Will because he loves El SO MUCH, and then someone else said that breaking Mike and El would be a horrible choice and maybe even ruin the show.

A. (why did i read the comment section)

B. In what world are they satisfied with eachother? Make believe world? El won’t even interact/talk with Mike now. The love confession that was just completely built on lies didn’t even help her, in fact, it just made the spaghetti vines tighten around her even more. Odds are, she didn’t even believe it, she probably saw right through the lies he told. She seems sort of even mad at him. In the cabin, she quickly looked at Mike, walked to her room, and slammed the door as hard as she could. Mike doesn’t even love her the way she wanted him too, he loves her PLATONICALLY. Platonic with a capital P. Their relationship also had no development either, the only new thing with them is that they argued because Mike couldn’t say that he genuinely loved her. 

C. Why comment that on a byler video? I don’t think any of us like to go onto Youtube or any other social media website to watch a byler edit, just to find people commenting anti-byler stuff in the comment section. We don’t do that to you Marley and Me’s. Simply just don’t watch the video if you so happen to be anti-byler. 

D. Mike rejecting Will. That makes no sense now. In my opinion, that would be so stupid if it were to wound up happening. (Even though it most definitely won’t.) That would be awful. Why build up that storyline and byler itself for over four seasons just for Mike to reject Will? That would be such a waste. What’s the purpose of the final shot this season if byler is not going to be a thing? It might just be me, but I personally think Mike rejecting Will wouldn’t fit with his character at all. Most people would just hate Mike even more if that happened. Will being put through more pain would be horrible writing. Let him be happy for once in his lifetime. Let him and Mike be together without people trashing on them.

E. Mike and El breaking up would be a horrible choice and would ruin the show. No. A nice-going breakup is actually well needed for the both of them right now. Them just being friends (or maybe best friends) is so much better than them being in a relationship, and a lot less toxic too. With the way things are going between the two of them, there’s a high chance a breakup will eventually happen, hopefully around the 1st/2nd episode somehow. I don’t think El is even ready for a relationship in the first place, she should be her own self who makes her own decisions. Heck, last season she didn’t even know what type of clothes she liked. She needed Max’s help with that; discovering what she likes. SHE WAS NOT READY FOR A RELATIONSHIP PEOPLE. El honestly does a lot better when she’s independent, not with Mike. After she dumped Mike, her and Max just laughed on the bus and then went back to Hopper’s cabin for a sleepover. She was not hurt, or phased at all. Mike wasn’t sad about it either, he was just a mix of triggered/confused. Them officially breaking up for the last time is better for the both of them. And no, it would not completely ruin the show, for you, it might. But, not for everyone else. A fair amount of the general audience is now realising just how bad their relationship is going. An example of ruining the show would be to kill all the main characters off. 

Hope you enjoyed my first ever ted talk!

#this is so bad #i probably repeated myself at least 293847 times #ive never #made this long of a post #byler #anti m*leven #ted talk #stranger things #stranger things 4 #this is horrible #and cringy #why did i make this #byeler #pro byler

[no-face-no-shame]

"His face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come"

I've just finished watching the Netflix adaptation of "All Quiet on the Western Front" and I have some thoughts. The first one being - I haven't seen such marvelous screen adaptation in a while, despite the changes introduced to the plot. So if you're any interested in what I have to say, let me elaborate.

I'm a big fan of anti-war literature, though "fan" might be a bit of a strange way of phrasing it. But I've read enough of the "genre classics" to have some general knowledge of how those stories are usually developed (might be just me being Easter European. Specifically Polish. We know something about wars.) And AQotWF is one of my favourites, alongside "Catch 22" and "King Rat." Throughout the whole movie I was in awe of how well it translates the atmosphere of the book. How well it establishes the characters, especially Kat (I'll talk about the characters later.) You immediately submerge into their world, you feel for them and you're anxious whenever they go into battle. My big problem with modern movies is how they just don't let you connect with the characters by rushing the plot. Here it's not a thing. AQotWF says exactly what it wants and how it wants.

The visuals are spectacular. I took some screenshots I'm planning on redrawing due to how beautifully filmed this movie is. And, finally, it's not too dark!! You can see what's happening even in scenes located in bunkers or taking place at night! I freaking missed that so much. The same goes for sound - you understand what the characters say (my knowledge of German is VERY limited, still I often didn't need the subtitles because the dialogues were recorded clearly.) The lighting does miracles, it perfectly supports the mood. The usage of colour is great. I'm a big fan of close-up shots (details can add so much) and I love how this movie delivers the best of it, with focusing on the faces and especially eyes.

The music deserves its own paragraph. Scarce, used only when needed, but what an effect it gives... Again, one of the best soundtracks I've heard in a while. There wasn't a single scene where I thought to myself "can y'all cut the damn music", which happens to me more often than I wish it did. Especially the main theme uses a lot of sounds that remind of metal, of shots and explosions, perfectly matching what you see. And the music in the very last scene is just beautiful and gentle. I heard something similar in my head while finishing the book. Peace and relief.

Costumes? So damn good. Finally a movie where the costumes are well-made, with precision and care. Another reason why it's so easy to immediately get into the presented world - you just believe it's real due to what you see. Hairstyles, clothes, make-up. Everything is very realistic.

The same goes for the special effects, both in terms of explosions/shots and the corpses. The scene with tanks and flamethrowers was a shocking experience even to me, someone used to war movies, due to how real it seemed. The tanks emerge from the mist like animals, some kind of monsters. Mind you, WW1 was the first time tanks were used and they weren't as common as in WW2. The absolute hysteria of the soldiers is so real because they indeed had no idea what to do while facing a tank. The sets are very detailed, the bleak views of the battlefield and faded, winter forests are again a visual masterpiece.

Now the changes. To me the most questionable change done was Kat's death. I prefer the book version - it was more moving. On the other hand, the nonsense of his death in the movie creates his own quality. He survived a war waged by adult men just to be killed by a boy over a few eggs. Eggs that for both sides might mean either survival or death of starvation. It wasn't the stupid generals, bullets and tanks that were his end - the poor farmer boy who knew his family will starve was. Still, I'd prefer to see the book version of events. While reading I was touched by Paul's desperation and dedication to saving his friend, and by Kat who wasn't able to tell Paul that he's been hit in the head, meaning that the wound was fatal. Paul's endeavour in carrying Kat across the battlefield, at some point already a dead body, was a great summary of how during war your effort might mean nothing just because you happen to be unlucky. If it was about skill, Kat would survive. From all of them, Kat should. But he was unlucky that one damn time. When the war was basically over, he lost his own.

Another difference was the fate of Tjaden. In the book, it was Kemmerich who was shot in the leg and died because of an amputation. Here, we have Tjaden who got shot, though he doesn't let the wound kill him - he commits suicide using a fork. A pretty brutal scene I was kind of expecting at the very secnd I saw the way he looked at the fork in his hand. Interesting take on human desperation - he didn't want to live as a disabled person as it would make it impossible for him to work as a policeman (his biggest dream.) This change is quite alright with me. I know it was probably done to not introduce more characters (Kemmerich), though I'd like to see the motive of the boots being taken by Müller and then given to Paul when Müller died as well. The conflict between not wanting your friend to die and such a down-to-earth matter like wanting better boots, in the end turning out to be meaningless, is an important thing to include. Still, the change wasn't that significant and it certainly wasn't a negative one.

And then Paul's death. I really appreciate the fact that the main character of the story dies because that was the only way for his story to end. And he dies at the very end of the war, as if because he had nothing else to do. He wasn't able to return to his old life. There was nothing left of it - at that point his mother was probably already dead due to her illness and he couldn't just go back to his town and live like nothing happened. Especially surrounded by people like his father, who didn't understand the changes done to him by the war. Paul's friends were dead. He'd be able to live with that, even though there was no one left of his class. Who would he study with? But Kat was gone too and that was too much. Paul gladly accepts his death because he's died already a long time ago, during the first time on battlefield. What was left after that was a moving body that didn't have much in common with the joyful student who'd once inhabited it.

The gesture of climbing up the stairs of the bunker, into the light of the day, is a beautiful visual metaphor. We walks around the trenches and in the background we see soldiers of both sides just sitting or gathering their dead. A second ago they were killing each other. But now it's 11 o'clock. Now it's peace. And the young boy, so similar to Paul from the beginning of the movie, takes his scarf, a scarf that has once belonged to someone else, someone who had died way earlier and who was known by Paul, not by the boy. The object is carried on even though the memory died. One of my favourite things added to the movie.

To sum things up - spectacular movie. Very worth watching, even if you're not into this genre. And if you haven't read the book, do yourself a favour and read it. It's not very long and I believe it's one of the stories you just should know.

If you read all of that, here is some warm soup -> 🥘🍲 and some bread to go with it -> 🍞

#all quiet on the western front #movies #movie review #netflix #faceless #yeah remember that one peter rabbit review i wrote? i might be back on that bs even tho like 2 ppl read it #im westen nichts neues

[wonyvcts]

LABYRINTH

this is chapter 2 of my series, labyrinth. I recommend you reading chapter 1 first if you haven't.

also, i know its been 5 months since i have posted 😭 im so sorry guys i have been so busy and i did not have the time to write. thank you to those who have been waiting patiently for a new chapter and happy reading! 🫶🏻

tw/ arranged marriage, cursing, angst,

in this series, you would be playing as hwang hana.

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Chapter 2

"This girl...told her to control her drinking and now she has made a fool out of herself in front of hyunjin and his family. GET UP YOU SLEEPYHEAD!"

my mom's shrill voice rang in my room as i immediately jolted out and sat up.

"what's going on? Am I late for school?" I asked frantically, half awake half sleeping.

"Well, technically yes but you're not going to school today. I called your school earlier, saying that you're down with some flu today. That's not the point right now, get up we need to talk." she said as she left the room, closing the door behind her for me to get ready.

I groaned in my bed as I saw my phone lying on my bedroom floor.

32 missed calls from yesol.

my head started to hurt as I tried to recall the events that happened last night. How did I even get home? Who was I even with? Hastily, I typed a 'explain to you later' to yesol and got up to wash up and change out of my clothes.

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Walking down the stairs, my mom sat on one of the couches with her arms crossed, clearly unhappy.

"All you do is cause trouble young lady." She started.

"sorry mom but what did I do? I really can't remember." I replied sheepishy.

"you got drunk last night and hyunjin had to send you home."

Oh. so that was how I ended up at home- wait so that's it? I didn't cause anyone to lose $1000000 on their credit card or something?

"that's it? what's wrong with that?" I asked.

"Are you crazy Hwang Hana? You know how big of a bad impression you left on the Hyunjin's family? The first time he sends you home is when you're drunk? Are you nuts? He has a whole list of girls waiting to marry him. You're lucky his family chose you and here you are, taking it for granted." she scolded.

"So? It's better than him finding me in another guy's bed instead and plus, I don't want to marry him even, it's a blessing if his family chooses someone else. That's my main aim anyways." I retorted as i rolled my eyes.

My mom shook her head as she opened her mouth, wanting to say something but closed it back as she knew it would not end well. Avoiding another argument, she immediately left the living room. I sighed as I looked at the clock, 12:30pm. that means schools almost over. Looking at my phone, I saw a notification from Yesol.

'oh you better explain to me what the fuck is going on ms hwang. lotus café @ 1:30 pm.' I stood up and went back to my room to take a shower before leaving the house.

Upon reaching the café, I saw that Yesol was already here. Hurrying in, I immediately sat down on the chair opposite hers. She looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes.

"Got your favourite Ice brew coffee. Figured you haven't ate anything yet so I got you some glazed donuts."

"Aw you know me so well." I winked at her as she rolled her eyes.

"Seriously thought you got kidnapped last night. I almost wanted to call the police when you didn't came to school today and even more didn't picked up my calls."

Bursting out into laughter, I replied "Imagine how stupid you look if you actually called the cops."

"Shut up bitch." She replied while laughing. "So what's going on, did you hooked up with a hot guy?"

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. I shook my head and went on explaining how I was in an arranged marriage with hyunjin and how he brought me home yesterday and now my mom is upset that i have left a bad impression on his family. She listened with bated breath, mouth wide agape throughout the whole story.

"YOURE JOKING!" She screamed as everyone in the café turned to look at her. I immediately hushed her down withe embarrassment as I mouthed a 'sorry' to the other customers.

"okay so you're telling me that you're in arranged marriage with THE hwang hyunjin and he was the one who sent you home last night and- oh my god my head hurts just from all this information, and it all happened within 3 days? what the fuck?" she looked at me with confusion.

I nodded my head slowly, letting yesol process all this information.

"wait, isn't hyunjin dating kim sohyun? The one who acted as juliet in the play earlier this year for orientation and all the guys in year 1 and 2 had their eyes on?" She asked.

"yeah. so we're trying to call off the marriage but we don't know how."

"just say that hyunjin is dating sohyun! that would solve everything!" she exclaimed.

I shrugged my shoulders as I replied. "That's what I thought so too at the start but hyunjin's parents would probably break off their relationship." Motioning yesol to come closer, I looked around and whispered.

"I heard sohyun's dad passed away when she was young and her and her mom lives in an old suburb. all these dresses and branded bags she owns are all from hyunjin."

yesol nodded her head as she sipped into her mint tea.

"whatever," I continued. "I will not let this marriage happen, no matter what."

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When I opened the front gate, I saw an unfamiliar range rover parked inside. Did mom got a new car? I wondered. At the front door, I saw a more amount of shoes and heels. Hm...Mom didn't told me she was having guests over tonight.

Shrugging my shoulders, I opened the front door and to my dismay, it was my greatest nightmare. Hyunjin and his family was here.

"Oh there she is!" My mom exclaimed excitedly. "Hana was at the bookstore reading some books! Right Hana?"

When she realised she didn't get a response, she nudged my shoulder harshly.

"Y-Yeah that's right!" I gave a fake smile as I laughed. I was so trained for this.

"Alright darling, I got you a new dress. Hurry up and try it on and come down for dinner!"

oh god. i swear i cringed so hard when my mom said darling. she never called me that in my 18 years of existence.

I gave a fake laughter as I turned around and walked up to my room, holding the dress tightly. Throughout the whole conversation, i could feel hyunjin's strong gaze on me but i ignored every single one of them, not even batting him in the eye.

Upon reaching my room, I closed the door and locked it. Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths as i cursed.

'fucking hell, why did she thought it was a good idea to have them over for dinner? i swear to fucking god."

I threw one of my cat plushies (named bibby) on the floor angstily.

"it's not even your fault bibby, i'm sorry." I patted her head softly as if she was a real cat.

After contemplating on the floor for awhile, i decided to just get tonight over with. It shouldn't be that bad. I thought to myself. I headed over and wore the dress mom got for me.

It was a black tight fitting dress and it was pretty, i must admit. Putting on some lip gloss, i fixed my hair and went down.

"There you are! What took you so long? Hurry up sit down!" My mom ushered me to my seat. Looking up, i accidentally made eye contact with hyunjin. Hurriedly, i looked away as the chef placed the last dish on the table.

"You look so pretty Hana!" Mrs Hwang complimented.

"Thank you Mrs Hwang." I replied while smiling as she smiled back.

"This looks fabulous Mrs Seo! Thank you for having us over tonight!" Mrs Hwang added.

"My pleasure, Mrs Hwang." my mom smiled as she motioned for everyone to dig in.

"Hana! Heard you want to be a fashion designer." Mrs Hwang asked.

Looking up, I immediately replied. "Yes, that's right. Im currently taking up a fashion course at school too."

"Hyunjin wants to be a professional dancer. But, I have been convincing him to take over the business." Mrs Hwang smiled and looked at Hyunjin, who seemed to be feeling down about this topic.

Glancing at Hyunjin, I saw that he was lost in his thoughts, playing with his food.

"Hyunjin, so what dance do you major in?" my mom asked him with a wide smile.

Everyone waited for an answer but hyunjin seems to have not heard her. Saving him from trouble, i kicked his legs from under the table slightly, making him to jolt back to reality. Looking up at me, hyunjin apologised for his behaviour. I motioned him to my mom as i cleared my throat.

Immediately getting the hint, hyunjin apologised and said, "Sorry Mrs Seo, what was your question again?"

"Oh that's alright. Which dance do you major in again?" She asked for the second time.

"I major in hip-hop. But on and off, i do try other dance styles." He answered politely.

"Oh i see. Hana also major in dance. Do yall see each other often?"

"Not really, she majors in contemporary dance, it's in different sections and besides shes in year 1. we do see each other in the hallways sometimes but that's about it."

"Alright then. please do take good care of her, she can be quite a hassle sometimes." my mom said as she thanked hyunjin.

i swear to god. did she have to.

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After much more talking and laughing, i swear i could feel my cheekbones dislocating from faking my smile and laughter.

"We have a vast collection of wine here. would you guys like to take a look?" My mom asked.

"Sure!" Mr Hwang answered excitedly.

"You two have fun!" Mrs Seo winked at both of us as we smiled back awkwardly. Once they were gone, we just shifted in our seats uncomfortably.

However, this time, it was Hyunjin who broke the silence first.

"Not going to thank me for bringing you home last night?Okay, rude much." Hyunjin chuckled.

"Shut the fuck up I saved your ass earlier on we are equal now." I replied.

Smirking, he said, "okay whatever you say wifey."

I immediately let out a snort while covering my mouth. "oh god please don't use that, i almost puked out everything I ate."

"oh please, i'm sure you liked that."

"yeah you wish."

i don't know when and i don't know how but we started talking comfortably. it was actually not bad talking to hyunjin. he might seem like those typical play-boy kinda thing at the start but he's not that bad to pass off as a friend.

"so, how are we going to call off this marriage." i asked.

"I do have some ideas.." hyunjin started.

"speak."

"you're friends with han jisung right?"

"mhm."

"you can tell your mom that you developed feelings for him and that you want to date him."

Bursting out into laughter, i answered, "oh please, my mom would never fall for that. jisung and i have been good friends since kindergarten. we have never liked each other and never will. we might seem like a couple but trust me, we are just playing around. Besides, my mom knows how much I want to call off this stupid marriage."

At that moment, the three of them came back with wine bottles in their hands.

"Did the two of you have fun?" Mrs Hwang asked.

"uh yeah, we did." Hyunjin replied.

"Thats good to hear, alright thank you for coming over Mr and Mrs Hwang, come for dinner again next time." My mom said as she bowed to them and I did the same too. The three of them then bowed back.

"goodbye Mr and Mrs Hwang and Hyunjin." I said as I opened the gate. Before heading out, hyunjin whispered at my ear swiftly.

"goodnight wifey."

I shivered as I sent him a death stare. he just smiled back cheekily. As expected, he might have a girlfriend but he's still a fuck-boy-play-boy who just wants sex. Rolling my eyes at him, I smiled at his parents as me and my mom bid them goodbye and wished them a pleasant night.

Once they were out of sight, my mom started.

"So me and Mrs Hwang was thinking.."

'oh god this could not be good.' I thought to myself.

"We've decided that we let you and hyunjin live together!"

"WHAT THE FUCK"

#skz imagines #skz hyunjin #stray kids #kpop #skz x reader #enemies to lovers skz #skz

[foxghost]

Joyful Reunion

Translator: foxghost @foxghost tumblr/ko-fi1 Beta: meet-me-in-oblivion @meet-me-in-oblivion tumblr Original by 非天夜翔 Fei Tian Ye Xiang Masterpost | Characters, Maps & Other Reference Index

Book 4, Chapter 42 (Part 4)

In Ye, an auspicious bout of snow over New Year’s Eve foretells the coming of another year of bumper harvests. On the first day of the year, Duan Ling is bodily wrapped around Wu Du, sprawled over his chest. Wu Du got drunk last night, and his snoring wakes Duan Ling. Duan Ling gets up yawning.

Wu Du stops snoring as well. Soon enough he’s also getting up blearily.

“Put on more clothes!” Wu Du frowns. He makes sure Duan Ling gets his clothes on properly, then grabs him as he tries to get out the door to wash his face and brush his teeth before letting him go outside.

Outside the door, they light the firecrackers to bring in the start of the year. It’s a bright and sunny day, and the children have been waiting for a long time to come in and kowtow Duan Ling and Wu Du. Smiling, Duan Ling gives them each a red packet, while Wu Du sits in the main hall drinking his tea dressed in a set of black brocade martial artist robes edged in embroidered golden Qilin, jade-encrusted belt, and black boots, looking quite the master of the house.

Once they’ve finished going through the new year morning customs, the soldiers’ kids come over to get some lucky money, then it’s the womenfolk’s turn to come to deliver new year gifts. The governor’s estate remains lively the whole day through. After that, Fei Hongde returns; Duan Ling drops everything else to wait on him as someone of the younger generation ought to, and serves him tea, saluting him for the new year.

Sun Ting is the Acting Defender of Hejian for now, and everything has been stabilised. Finally, Shulü Rui comes over to salute Duan Ling, and only then is the day done. It is already dusk.

On the third of the First Month, they’ll be putting their large-scale spring project into motion, so they still have a lot of time. But tonight Duan Ling closes the door and calls in Chang Liujun, asking him to relate exactly what Mu Kuangda is planning.

Since he’s deigned to take their side, he’ll have to prove his allegiance. Duan Ling asks Chang Liujun to hand over everything he knows about Mu Kuangda and has him sign it with a palm print before considering him accepted.

But Chang Liujun doesn’t actually know a lot about Mu Kuangda. At least he’s not like Chang Pin, who has essentially been a steward for all of Mu Kuangda’s properties, managing everything himself.

“Who on earth was Chang Pin anyway?” Duan Ling asks. “When did he meet Chancellor Mu?”

“I heard them bring it up before, but only once or twice. Chang Pin used to be an orphan and was going to be sold to Liao. Chancellor Mu’s intervention was what ended up saving him.”

When Duan Ling thinks about it, it does seem an awful shame that a resourceful, intelligent man like him had died in such an arbitrary fashion under Lang Junxia’s sword. No matter how smart someone may be, there’s no way for them to get away from a sharp blade.

“Is Mu Kuangda still keeping a private army?” Duan Ling asks.

“I really don’t know.” Chang Liujun keeps repeating, “This is everything I know. Chang Pin would leave the chancellor’s estate once in spring and once in autumn every year to run errands for Chancellor Mu. That I already told you.”

Publicly, Chang Pin had said he was heading out to collect on rents for Mu Kuangda.

“If he does have a private army,” Wu Du says, “then he wouldn’t have utilised Han Weiyong’s underlings.”

Using Han Weiyong’s underlings is the least secure way of doing business, but in truth, it’s also the wisest. That’s because aside from Wu Du, no one else in the world could have figured out where those assassins came from.

In Mu Kuangda’s entire life, the only mistake he made was trusting Duan Ling.

“The thing is, he’s been on guard against me this whole time too,” Chang Liujun says. “The only person he trusts is Chang Pin.”

This is an extremely dangerous affair; Duan Ling keeps getting this feeling that Mu Kuangda must have some contingency plan hidden away. A man of such ambition must be accordingly prepared. There’s no way he would commit regicide in a situation when he had no plan.

“I suggest you send Chang Liujun back to him,” Fei Hongde says. “For one, he could use this chance to redeem himself, and for two, he can investigate Mu Kuangda.”

“No.” This time, Duan Ling shakes his head and says to Fei Hongde, “That’s not the most secure solution. Mu Kuangda no longer trusts him.”

“He’ll trust him. As long as he’s given a valid reason.”

“No. No way,” Duan Ling says. It’s not the first time Duan Ling had rejected a suggestion from Fei Hongde. "No risk can be tolerated when it comes to this.

“I’m not going to let him go back there. And there is another valid reason for that,” Duan Ling says to Fei Hongde. “Master Fei, please trust me. Letting Chang Liujun return to Chancellor Mu’s side would actually jeopardise things.”

Duan Ling knows what Chang Liujun and Mu Qing are to each other, but he hasn’t told Fei Hongde. He knows that Chang Liujun would do anything to Mu Qing, and if he lets Chang Liujun go back right now, he may just take Mu Qing and escape on an impulse.

He understands how Chang Liujun feels far too well; it’s just like how his own father used to feel all those years ago. Sometimes, his father would suddenly say that when he saw Duan Ling’s smile he thought he may be able to give it all up; that he may as well abandon everything in the south and leave the clamorous central plains behind for someplace where no one would be able to find them, so they can live out the rest of their days in peace.

Fei Hongde doesn’t have a son. He can’t possibly understand this mindset.

Duan Ling believes that Chang Liujun must have come to see him because he figured he may as well try and see what would happen. Ever since the assassination failed, the south had set out an impenetrable net just waiting for Chang Liujun to return to Jiangzhou. The only reason he came to negotiate with Ye was that he had nowhere left to run. If the negotiation had failed, then his next move would have been to risk going back to Jiangzhou and taking Mu Qing with him no matter what anyone says.

“In that case, you will have to be the one to return to him,” Fei Hongde says.

Wu Du’s expression darkens. Duan Ling ponders this for a long time, but he cannot help but admit that Fei Hongde will always unerringly voice the simple truth.

“You’re quite right, Master Fei Hongde. Indeed, I plan on heading back to Jiangzhou, but first I must figure out which direction my investigation should take.”

Duan Ling trusts Li Yanqiu, but he dares not put all his hopes on Li Yanqiu. He’s already tried trusting someone completely once, but no matter what, he thinks humans can never win against fate. Caught in the maelstrom of destiny, he must take action. Otherwise, looking back afterwards, all that’s left would be regret.

“Let’s leave it at that.” Duan Ling stretches and yawns, and tells Chang Liujun to go get some rest. “In the next little while, I’ll need some time to investigate, to prevent any possible unexpected mishaps.”

Duan Ling doesn’t mention what he has planned next, and Wu Du doesn’t ask him either.

Spring comes rather late to the north, and throughout the endless First Month, the snow never melted. But as soon as the third of the month passes, Duan Ling hands down the order to push through their new policies. Caravans sent by Yao Fu arrive to exchange with Hebei what the other lacks, and they’ve brought seeds as well.

Meanwhile, Wu Du takes the army and roots out all the nearby fortified bandit strongholds in the mountains. They used to say that bandits run amok in Hebei, but now it looks like they’re not worth much. Most of the able-bodied men in their prime had operated in Hejian, and Qin Long had taken almost all of them away last time to assassinate Li Yanqiu.

Duan Ling doesn’t go out of his way to punish them this time — after all, there wasn’t much left of those fortified strongholds but less than two thousand old and infirm, women and children. Duan Ling asks Wu Du to take them all out of the mountains and settle them in Hejian. Those willing to marry are matched, and those who don’t want to marry can go ahead and live on their own.

On the day the snow melts and the fields are to be ploughed for spring, a letter from the south arrives. It’s delivered by a Black Armours soldier, carrying a handwritten missive from Xie You.

Duan Ling can’t be sure whether Xie You knows who he is; perhaps Li Yanqiu only told him to go investigate, but there is one thing he is sure of — Xie You already knows that Li Yanqiu is planning to deal with Mu Kuangda.

The letter contains the answer to what Duan Ling had inquired, regarding Chang Liujun’s origins. Xie You had used the Black Armours’ extensive network to verify Chang Liujun’s story. Among the information is a list of the family members of the Suns of each generation, thus Duan Ling calls Chang Liujun over so he can ask him about them. Chang Liujun is able to answer all of his questions.

This can’t possibly have been looked into beforehand and memorised. After all, when Mu Kuangda sent Chang Liujun to carry out the assassination, nobody could have predicted that Chang Liujun would come specifically to Duan Ling for asylum.

Xie You’s letter also lets him know that Mu Kuangda has had no dealings at all with what was once Xichuan’s Sun family, and he’s never sent anyone to look up information regarding the Suns either. So now Duan Ling can finally stop worrying and give Chang Liujun the antidote.

“When are we going to head back?” Chang Liujun stares at the antidote. “Are we leaving now?”

“Not yet. I’m only giving you the antidote.”

“Waking up without martial arts all of a sudden feels like one less thing to worry about, actually.”

That’s what he says, sure, but Duan Ling knows that Chang Liujun is more concerned about what’s going on in the south.

“Be patient,” says Duan Ling. “If you dare run off on your own then don’t blame me for anything that happens.”

“I won’t,” Chang Liujun hastens to say. Since he’s sworn his allegiance, he’s naturally not going to change his mind. And yet Duan Ling knows full well that Chang Liujun is still more or less worried — worried that when it’s really the time to beg for leniency, whether or not Duan Ling can exonerate Mu Qing.

“Just stop prattling on already.” Wu Du feels like he’s getting callouses from all of Chang Liujun’s nagging. “Why are you so long-winded?”

Chang Liujun had repeatedly tried to get assurance from Wu Du that Wang Shan can save Mu Qing for sure, that His Majesty thinks very highly of Wang Shan because he once saved His Majesty’s life … Wu Du is already extremely annoyed with him.

A new year begins, and nature takes on a new look. The Fifteenth of the First Month had come and gone, then the Second of Second. On the Third of Third2, a bunch of Ye’s single men search for mates by the riverbank, each and every one stripped down to the waist. All of a sudden the river is just full of muscular young bodies — Duan Ling can barely stand to look away.

“What’s there to look at?!” Wu Du says, “Stop staring.”

Soldiering men all have well-defined muscles, and Duan Ling can’t help going for another glance or two before he’s taken away by Wu Du on horseback.

“It’s the Third Month already.” Soaking in the hot spring, Duan Ling says, “Nothing’s happening in Jiangzhou yet.”

“Are you in a rush to go back?”

“Chang Liujun is in a rush,” Duan Ling says. “From where I’m sitting it looks like he’s finding it a bit hard to sit still.”

“You need to trust your uncle.”

That sense of foreboding in Duan Ling’s heart grows more intense every day, just the way it had when he was waiting in Shangjing all those years ago. But with Zheng Yan by Li Yanqiu’s side, nothing bad ought to happen to him.

But back then Li Jianhong also had Wu Du by his side.

Duan Ling tries to calm himself. He knows that no matter what, this will be the last year he and Wu Du will be spending in Hebei.

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Tell me a EdxRegulus for send a ship like..the bois >>

Sadly the vast majority of this wouldn't be canon for these boys, since they were both such "good boys" that they wouldn't go against their families' wishes and Pureblood mania and romantically pursue each other while Regulus was still alive...but hypothetically, if Reg had survived the War and Ed had rebelled against his awful parents without Reg's death spurring it on...

who made the first move: Arguably -- and this is from their canon -- it was Ed! When Ed graduated Hogwarts, he gave Regulus a square locket as a token of their "bond" and a showing of his eternal support.

“Sure, I won’t be there with you…but well, this will. Maybe that’ll make fighting your battles alone a little easier.”

Regulus went on to wear that locket every day under whatever high collared robes he'd chosen to wear. In a world where Regulus survived, he'd continue to wear it more openly, even while wearing Muggle clothes without collars.

who kissed who first: Interestingly enough, Regulus! Ed is the pragmatic one in their relationship, so for the longest time, he sort of resigned himself to the fact that he couldn't have the future he'd always envisioned -- namely, succeed in the music industry, marry and have a family with someone his parents would approve of -- with Regulus. And even after breaking away from his parents' toxic arses, Ed would have a hard time coming to grips with the fact that he'd never succeed in that, after how hard he worked to try to earn his parents' love and acceptance. Regulus, being the more romantic of the two, would definitely likewise have trouble with the thought that he'd fought for a man who would try to kill the only living being in the Black family home who loved him unconditionally (namely, Kreacher) and who quite honestly wanted a world where people like him didn't exist…but Reg would be the one who'd be idealistic enough that he'd declare his desire and intention to stand by Ed, no matter what might happen to either of them, as well as to clarify his intentions if Ed didn't take him seriously. Therefore Regulus would be the one who'd both physically act on his feelings and full-out confess first.

who started the relationship: Ed. Regulus may have confessed his feelings first, but Ed was the one who -- after taking some time to collect himself and his thoughts and get over his own hang-ups about never being able to earn his parents' approval -- broached the subject of a formal relationship with Regulus. Being the sort of person who always wants to know what he was doing and where he was going, Ed didn't want to get into a relationship with Regulus unless he knew what it was going to look like and that they were both in it for the long haul -- once he was assured of that, he was ready to settle down and be Regulus's forever.

who remembers things: Ed. He's always been the planner out of the two, so he's the type to have a calendar keeping everything straight.

nicknames for each other: Ed calls Regulus "Reg" or (in private) "babe." Regulus usually just calls Ed "Ed," like everyone else excluding Chess Thornton @cursebreakerfarrier does, but also (in private) "dear," "sunshine," and "handsome."

who is more likely to pay for dinner: *snorts* Ed certainly tries to do it, a lot of the time. He's a very generous sort, so he loves spoiling and otherwise taking care of Regulus. Regulus will sometimes beat Ed to the punch, though -- after his mother Walburga passes away and especially after Sirius makes it clear he wants nothing to do with his family's money or house, Reg ends up being the main inheritor of the Black estate, even while technically disowned, so he has a decently sized pocketbook.

who normally cooks: Ed again! Again, he loves spoiling and taking care of Regulus, and feeding him is a great way to do it. Regulus loves watching Ed cook, though -- he thinks his other half looks really handsome, his sleeves rolled up and cooking at the stove in an apron.

who remembers anniversaries: Both! Regulus because he's the romantic one and Ed because he's the planner. Regulus usually tends to do spontaneous romantic things, while Ed plans out the entire bloody day.

what would they get each other for gifts: Ed writes Regulus songs constantly, but he also likes buying Regulus new clothes, cuff links, watches, or other kinds of jewelry. Regulus buys Ed new records, art pieces, tickets to concerts and Quidditch matches, and (after seeing how charmed Ed was by a fan giving him a giant stuffed wolf) stuffed animals.

most trivial thing they fight over: Fighting over who pays the checks when they go out on dates. 😂

how often do they fight: Not often. Both of them are very sensitive people who long to make their loved ones happy, so they actively avoid angry confrontations. They're more likely to have serious heart-to-heart conversations if they sense the other is upset.

who uses all the hot water: Ed. Hey, this boy's in a famous magical boy band: he can actually be a little bit of a diva.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Ed. Ed ends up taking charge of paying all the bills, given his flair for organization.

who leaves their stuff around: Honestly, neither of them. Both Ed and Regulus were strictly trained by their parents to put things back where they belong, so they're both rather tidy people.

who remembers to buy the milk: You'd think it'd be Ed given his flair for organization, and yes, perhaps Ed is the one to make the grocery lists more of the time, but Regulus I see as the one who does most of the errands and gets the groceries most of the time, since Ed's so tied up with work when he's not at home.

who controls the netflix queue: Regulus -- Regulus is more of a reader than Ed, so I could see him ultimately being more of a movie person too. Ed would honestly be very willing to let Regulus decide their evening entertainment, if he was very opinionated about it.

who steals the covers at night: Neither of them -- I see both Ed and Regulus as being very touch-starved, so they'd be clinging to each other more than the covers.

who cusses more: Ed, but only by a little. Both of them were trained so early not to swear by their families that they never fully break down that wall and use a lot of swear words, even in the heat of anger. In Ed's case as well, being one of the older, more senior members of his band, he feels like he has to set a good example.

who does most of the cleaning: Regulus, because of how all-over-the-map Ed's schedule is. Not that Regulus minds -- he used to have to clean up after his brother Sirius all the time, and Ed's messes are nothing in comparison, given how sensitive Ed is about not giving Regulus too much work to do.

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Helping each other dress in the mornings. Regulus and Ed are both so touch-starved and longing for praise and validation that these two love combing each other's hair, showering each other with compliments, and making sure they each look their best every day.

who’s the cuddler: BOTH.

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Most often Ed is the big spoon, while Regulus is the little spoon. A lot of that is because Ed is taller and bigger than Regulus, though.

who’s more dominant: Technically Ed, since he generally has more of an opinion of what he wants from the off-set, but he and Reg do switch off quite frequently. Regulus knows exactly how to make Ed melt into putty in his hand, both when they're intimate and otherwise.

who is the dirty talker: Neither. These two are all about praise and worship, so neither of them is that turned on by dirty talk.

what do they do when they’re away from each other: For Ed, it's generally either work for his music label or writing songs. For Regulus, I could actually see him taking a job either at the Ministry or for a non-profit organization, maybe in promoting house elf rights. I could see his idealistic bent taking his life in a very different direction, once he realizes just how misguided his parents' way of thinking really is.

what would they do if the other one was hurt: If Regulus was hurt, Ed would initially turn into a dear in the headlights: mind blank with panic. Then, once he recovered, Ed would immediately barrel over and try to help however he could, whether it was getting Regulus out of danger, trying to heal the injury, or even just shielding Regulus from further damage. If Ed was hurt, Regulus would flip out. He would lash out with surprisingly violent ruthlessness against whoever hurt Ed -- much like his older brother Sirius would, if he was in the same position.

a headcanon: Regulus is gay. Ed is pansexual. Neither of them were ever brave enough to express their sexuality openly while they were at school, though many suspected it.

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Summary: Peter is determined to tell the reader he loves her. Here are the three times he tries, and then one time he finally gets it out.

Warning: Some language, sexual innuendos (no smut, not yet), a little angst, reader has a nickname. Just a lot of fluff. I didn't proofread, so I apologize

Follow up to Glad You're Home (you will want to read it otherwise this won't make sense)

Part three is up!

“So when you’re gonna tell her?”

“Is this a question or another Tik Tok thing?” Either way, Peter find Miles’ timing to be awful considering they were in the midst of going after a pair of robbers.

“It was a question….but that is a line from a song that was in Top 40 radio, so you’re improving!” Peter didn’t expect to get a lot of Miles’ pop references-considering the ten plus age gap-but when MJ started teasing him about living under a rock, he wanted to do better.

MJ.

Despite three months of dating, there were still times he had to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming. That all this was real. He could easily get behind the multiverse being real, the fact that there were other Peter Parkers-who also were Spider-Man-that existed in other universes. That was easy for him to wrap his head around. What he couldn’t wrap his head around was the older Peter’s suggestion that there was someone out there for him. It was just easier to accept that he was an outlier, that he didn’t have an MJ, that he already had a soulmate, and she was long gone.

And then he saw her. She was breathtaking, which was honestly the main reason he tried leaving at first when during their initial meeting because he knew if he stayed, he was going to be absolutely smitten by those bright eyes and smile that lit up the room by the end of the night.

But she refused to let him go, which made no sense in his mind until he heard that nickname, which simultaneously made everything in his mind click and send it into overdrive because shit that was MJ, his MJ, who was only inches away from his face, tending to his wounds.

“So do you have a plan yet on how you’re going to tell her that you love her or you going to wing it….no pun intended?” Miles asked, dodging a huge piece of metal that had been thrown at him.

“I have a plan.”

“Like an actual plan…..or like the ‘plan’ you had when you tried to ask her out?” Miles asked. Peter was glad he had a mask on so no one could see his redden face.

“Hey stranger, what brings you here?” You asked after opening up the window. You were surprised that it was Peter, not Miles, standing outside on your fire escape. He appeared to be in much better health compared to when he was brought to your place the night before. It was strange to see him outside of that spandex suit

“I…I wanted to bring back the clothes I borrowed,” He said, holding up a folded shirt and pair of sweatpants.

“Did you swing around while carrying clothes? Because that would be impressive, although slightly impractical.” You said, stepping outside to join him.

“No, I….I have my backpack. I keep all my stuff in it,” He pointed to the one he was carrying, “You were joking, weren’t you?”

You giggled, “Little bit. So is there a reason why you’re giving me these clothes?” You paused, “And not Miles? The owner of said clothes?”

Shit. He didn’t think this through.

“Uh, I figured…you know you see him more than I do, and this way, you can……” He stumbled, face turning red.

“Do you want to go grab lunch?” You asked, hoping to put the poor guy out of his misery. It was clear that the plan was to come over and talk to you. And the beginning of the plan was really good. He just hadn’t thought it all the way through.

He sighed, relieved that she was able to pick up on what he was trying to do, “Yes. I would love that.”

“Awesome. There’s this new Italian place I’ve been wanting to try, but it’s a date spot so I didn’t want to go without a date,” You explained as you began to crawl back into your apartment.

“Date?” He squeaked out. You looked back, a grin forming on your face.

“Yes, that is usually what you call it when two people have kissed each other and go out to lunch. Is that okay?” You asked. You would be really surprised if he wasn’t okay with it, but now would be the best time to find out.

“That is….more than okay.”

She was the one to initiate a date. Peter was thankful because it had been so long since he dated that he had no idea what he was doing. Usually his strong suit was quick comebacks and witty remarks, but his brain felt like cotton whenever he saw her. It wouldn’t be the last time MJ had to initiate things.

“So….this isn’t sushi?” He asked. You rolled your eyes because this was the fifth time he asked.

“Peter, it’s called Poke,” You explained before taking a bite of your bowl.

“It’s Hawaiian,” Miles added.

“But….it contains rice, raw fish, and stuff like avocado and seaweed.”

“Yes, those are common toppings people put on a Poke bowl.” You weren’t sure why he was having such a hard time grasping the concept. It was also entirely possible he was being an ass on purpose to get you to crack.

“No, those are things you put in sushi.” Peter remarked.

“He’s not wrong,” Miles whispered to you.

“Okay…fine. But sushi usually has all these things wrapped up and sliced into neat little rolls. This is not a neat little roll,” You motioned to your bowl.

“So, it’s deconstructed sushi. Why don’t they just call it that?” He remarked. You could see the smirk forming on his face.

“Because it’s not sushi. It’s Poke,” You held up your fork, as if that would make him realize he was wrong.

“It literally has all the same ingredients as sushi, it’s just in a bowl!”

“Why are you so upset about this?” Miles asked.

“Because it’s sushi! It should just be called sushi!”

“Wow, I didn’t know my boyfriend was so adamant about the name of a food he won’t even eat.” Your eyes widen and your hand flew up to cover your mouth. You two had been dating for a little over a month but had yet to label things.

“What did you call me?” Peter asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“I have to pee, I’ll be back,” Miles said, getting up quickly so he could watch from the sides without being involved. He would say he wanted to stay out of the drama, but the truth was he couldn’t pick between the two of you if his life depended on it.

You looked up to make eye contact with your favorite bug boy. It was time to own it.

“Boyfriend. That is what I’ve been calling you whenever anyone in my apartment tries to set me up with their nephew or delivery guy. At first it was to emphasize that I wasn’t interested, but also because,” You paused, “I want you to be my boyfriend.”

His face was hard to read. It reminded you of the look he had when he discovered your nickname the night you two had met.

After what felt like an eternity, he grabbed your free hand, entwining his fingers with yours.

“I would like that too,” He said softly. You see his eyes beginning to water and could imagine the wide range of emotions he was experiencing. You knew this was a big deal for him, which was why you hadn’t been pushing the need to label things.

“YES! Finally!” You two turned around to see Miles standing by the soda foundation machine, first in the air.

Peter hadn’t minded when she initiated their first date. Nor did he mind it that she had initiated the boyfriend-girlfriend conversation. But there was a saying: once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three times is a pattern. And it definitely became a pattern for her to take charge when it came to many firsts in their relationship.

You two were watching a movie. You texted Miles, telling him specifically to not show up. You had on the lowest cut t-shirt you owned and the jeans that made your ass incredibly difficult to ignore. You had your head in his lap, playing with the ties of his sweatpants. You really thought it could not get more obvious than this.

And somehow, Peter Parker remained oblivious to all your hints. You were pretty sure if you took your top off right now, he would just ask if you were feeling warm and offer to turn on your AC.

So it was time for Plan B.

You sat up and swung a leg over him, straddling his waist.

“I need you to rail me,” You enunciated every word, refusing for there to be any misinterpretation.

He heard you loud and clear. It was obvious by his widen eyes and shaky hands that were resting on your hips.

“Oh?” Was all he could squeak out.

“Now. I need you to fuck me. Now.” You breathed heavily. He nodded his head and before you knew it, his hands were gripping your thighs, allowing him to stand up and carry you to the bedroom.

She had initiated a lot. And while that was one of the many things he loved about her, Peter couldn’t help but feel…lesser. Like he wasn’t pulling his weight. You had created all these memorable, magical moments and he just wanted to do the same.

Which was why Peter was determined to say it first. He wanted to be the first one to say those three big words. He knew you felt the same way and were just holding it back-trying to take things slow since this was his first relationship in years. He needed you to know that you were the best part of his day, of his life.

“Are you going to tell her tonight after her show?” Miles asked. Peter looked up to see the two robbers were properly webbed, no way of escaping.

“I mean, I don’t know if that’s the best time,” Peter started.

“That’s the perfect time!” The two looked up to see one of the robbers looking down at them, the other nodding in agreement.

“Have….have you been listening to our whole conversation?” Peter asked, unsure whether to be embarrassed or upset.

“We were curious. It sounds like you really like this girl.”

“Uh yeah…I do, but it’s not exactly something I tend to talk about with the people I’m fighting with.”

1.

As much as Peter didn’t want to admit it, those robbers had a point. Tonight would be a good time to tell her. He and Miles were seeing the show she was currently in. He had flowers, had put on a suit jacket and tie. If there was any time to tell her, it was tonight after the show.

“Alright, I’ll stay back here. You tell her that you love her, you kiss, then I’ll hug the both of you and remind you how Miles Parker is a great name for a kid.”

Peter groaned, covering his face in the flowers so no one could see how red it was.

“I’m just saying-“

“Miles.”

“It’s a great name and a great way to honor the person who brought you together.”

“You realize in order for that to happen, I have to tell her I love her, she says it back, and then we have to get married. You do realize that’s a long process right?”

“I’m aware Peter. But it’s always good to start thinking about these things now-“

“Please just stay behind.”

“Peter!” He looked up to see you standing there, backstage. You were still in your costume, running towards him.

“I got you bro…..over there,” Miles said, running off. At least he was now picking up when the two should be alone.

You stopped running once you were several inches away from him. It wasn’t the first time a significant other had seen you perform, but something about looking out in the crowd and seeing him, seeing Peter with that big, lovesick grin you loved so much, was exhilarating.

“Are those for me?” You asked, pointing to the flowers. There were sunflowers, your favorite.

“Actually, they’re for the crew, I was just blown away by their performance.” You laughed, playfully grabbing his shoulder (you could never hit him-even if it was pretend). He leaned in, bending a bit so you and him were at eye level.

“You’re incredible, has anyone ever told you that?” He whispered. You were thankful you still had your stage makeup on, which made it harder for people to tell if you were blushing.

“Yes….but I like hearing it from you,” You teased. You leaned in to close the gap because you were tired of waiting. It had been maybe six hours since you last kissed him and yet it felt like the first time again. You broke away for air and he rested his forehead against your’s.

“MJ, I-“

His sentence was cut off by a cast member calling-no, yelling-your name. You broke away to see your cast motioning for you to join them back on stage, most likely to take a group photo.

You sighed, “I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back. I promise.” Before he could say anything, you ran off, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.

Peter sighed. The moment had come and gone. He would have to tell you another time. Maybe it was for the best? You probably wanted this to happen in a more private setting.

As soon as the picture was taken, you ran back to him, your eyes gleaming.

“What was it that you were trying to tell me before we were interrupted?”

“Oh, nothing. Just….I’m amazed by you,” He said softly.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” Seemingly out of nowhere, Miles was there, wrapping the two into a group hug-which was a common occurrence.

“Uh….why?” You asked, not seeing the daggers Peter was sending with his eyes, along with mouthing the word ‘No’.

“Why? Because,” He made eye contact with Peter and his eyes widen, “Oh. Because…you guys are just great together. You know, as soon as Peter told me he was single, I knew you would be great for him, MJ.”

“If you’re asking to make a speech at our wedding again,” You started, “I already said yes.”

“I’m sorry, you told him he could do what now?” Peter asked. You laughed as you motioned for the two to come back to your dressing room. You weren’t completely serious, but seeing Peter’s reaction to you mentioning the idea of your wedding was always fun to see.

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2.

“Babe, you know the recipe only calls for three cloves of garlic. You do know that, right?” Peter asked as his wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m aware. And the recipe is wrong,” You said as you peeled another clove.

“Is there a vampire I should be on the lookout for?” He asked, pressing his nose into your hair.

“I just like garlic. Garlic makes everything better,” You remarked.

“Yeah, except your breath,” He muttered into your hair.

“Oh please, like you would go without kissing me,” You said, walking over to the trash can to toss out the scraps of garlic skin.

You felt something sticky latch onto your hip. Before you could say his name, you were back in his arms. You had a love/hate relationship with his web shooters. It terrified you, but was also insanely attractive when he used them on you.

“You….” He paused, trying to think of a comeback, “….are not wrong.” You threw your head back to laugh. He leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your neck. You wrapped your arms around his back so you could stay like this. Stay in his arms as he pressed soft kisses up your neck, up your chin, and finally, to your lips.

“Peter,” You sighed into his lips. It took every ounce of you to not say those three words. You didn’t want to be the first. You wanted him to say it when he was ready.

“MJ,” You leaned your head back so you could see his face, “I….I-“

“It smells amazing in here! What are we making tonight?” Peter closed his eyes to take a deep breath, as that was the only thing that could stop him from yelling at the kid.

“Teriyaki chicken,” You told your neighbor.

“Please don’t encourage him,” Peter whispered to you. He would give Miles a hard time later for interrupting a moment he knew the kid wanted to happen, once you were out of earshot.

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3.

“You know, it would have taken us less time if we had just swung to the top,” Peter said as he climbed what seemed to be an endless set of stairs.

“I’m still reeling from that time when Miles swung me around,” You told him, looking back to smile.

“No offense to Miles, but he’s still working on swinging around,” Peter commented.

“How’s this, you can swing me around….from your Aunt May’s doorstep to the street,” You offered.

“That’s a waste of my web shooters,” He retorted, pretending to be offended.

“So is this view truly the best view of New York City? Because I usually like to burn my thighs in a different way,” You smirked, raising an eyebrow.

He was thankful that they finally reached the top, mainly so he didn’t need to respond to how much she liked having sex with him, because the thought still made him speechless.

“Alright, here we are,” He said, opening the door. You had long heard of his favorite spot, but until now you had only heard about it, never seen it in person.

Having lived in New York City for nearly ten years, you’d thought that you had seen all the breathtaking sights by now.

“Wow,” was all you could say as you stepped out onto the rooftop. It was easy to understand why this was his favorite spot. It was quiet, the sounds of cars and people below making great white noise. It was subtle, reminding you they were still there but not overpowering. All the different colors of the lights below blended, creating a beautiful illusion.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. You looked up to see him with that smile that made you weak at the knees every damn time.

“Thanks for taking me to your spot Tiger,” You whispered, blushing as he pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“Of course. I figured it was time I share my favorite spot with my favorite person,” You rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him. The sight of you, looking up at him with your big, bright eyes, made his heart flutter.

He cradled your face in his hands, stroking your jaw with his thumb.

“Hey tiger,” You whispered. It was moments like this you wouldn’t trade for the world. The world got to see Spider-Man, but you had Peter Parker. Peter, who was so sweet, so gentle and just full of devotion and adoration for you.

“I….I never thought I would feel this way about someone again.” You nodded your head, encouraging him to keep talking. Since you knew about him being Spider-Man from the get-go, it made things easier to talk about. Specifically, the past you two had before meeting each other.

“If someone had told me a few months ago I would be feeling this way, I would have told them they’re crazy. But….now you’re here. And I-“

An array of sirens-both police and ambulances- interrupted him this time. You groaned in frustration.

“You have to get that, don’t you?” You muttered into his chest.

“No, Miles said he could do the patrol himself tonight.” It wasn’t so much that he said he would, moreso that Peter asked him to.

“That was nice of him. What…what were you saying before we were rudely interrupted by the NYPD?” You asked, getting a chuckle out of him. He leaned down to gently kiss your hand that was he holding.

“What I’ve been trying to say is, MJ, I-“

This time it was his cell phone that interrupted. The catchy jingle, alerting him that something Spider-Man related was on the other line.

“You…should probably get that,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment. You knew something serious was going on if Miles was calling him while on duty.

It took everything in Peter not to throw his phone off the Empire State Building. He begrudgingly picked up, “Yes Miles?”

“Hey man, you know how I said I got it tonight?”

“Yes Miles, I remember that. Very clearly.”

“Well, I don’t have it.”

Peter sighed, “I’ll be there in five minutes.” He hung up and grabbed your waist.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m not going to make you walk down all those stairs. That would make me a horrible boyfriend,” He said, making sure you were secure in his arm.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, don’t you fucking dare-“ Too late. You were flying and didn’t feel bad how loud you screamed in his ear.

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4.

Waiting was the worst part. You knew he would do his best to be safe-he made more of an effort to keep himself safe while fighting since you two started dating-but the possibility of him not returning was always in the back of your mind.

You had to force yourself to sit on the couch, your back to the fire escape. Looking at it would just make things worse. You tried reading a book, but his words just kept replaying over and over in your head.

“What I’ve been trying to say is, MJ, I-”

You wanted to throw his phone off the building so badly. You had a strong feeling what his next words were going to be, and you were desperate to hear them.

You still worried. Even though it was faint, and their appearance was rare, you could still hear that voice in the back of your head, telling you that this was too good to be true. That he didn’t feel the same way, that you were just a steppingstone. That one day he would find someone else, and you would be left in the dust, just like before.

It was why you had been so careful not to say it first. You didn’t want him to feel any pressure, to feel like he had to say it just because you said it. You wanted it to be genuine, for it to happen when he was ready.

The tapping of your window broke you away from your thoughts. You looked up to see him and relief filled your body. You ran over to the window, opening it so he could come in.

“You okay?” You asked, scanning his body for any injuries. You noticed some minor cuts, nothing too awful.

“You should see the other guy,” He laughed as he came in. He’s had a key for about a month now, but he never used it.

“I hope you gave him a punch for me. You know, for ruining our date and all,” You said as you inspected the cut on his upper chest. It seemed to be the worst one he had tonight, the one that would require some attention. You grabbed his hand to lead him back to your couch, your first aid kit already on the coffee table.

“I may have,” He said as he sat down.

“Alright Tiger, you know the drill.”

“You know, I think at this point in our relationship you can just ask me to take off my clothes for you.”

You rolled your eyes as you got the bandages and wipes. He rolled his suit down so that you could get a clear look at the cut. You began to clean it up with the wipes, because you will be damned if he gets an infection.

He couldn’t help but notice how cute you were when you focused on something. Your nose would scrunch up, your eyes narrowed in on whatever it was you were doing. He noticed it right away when he first met you, as you were tending to his wounds.

“Do you know why I wanted to leave that night we first met?” He asked. You stopped, looking up at him.

“Because…you were afraid of me knowing your identity,” He made that very clear.

“No.”

“No?”

“I knew if I stayed, I would be head over heels for you by the end of the night. I….you were so beautiful and warm and the idea of having feelings like that terrified me.” He didn’t hide how terrifying this was for him. How it had been so long since he had been with someone, that he had been able to convince himself that he wouldn’t have someone, that he didn’t deserve it.

“I’m glad I didn’t let you go,” You said, a small smile creeping across your face.

“Me too,” He whispered. You grabbed a bandage because you really wanted to kiss him. You placed it on his chest, knowing that would keep it from bleeding further, which would allow him to heal faster. As soon as it was on, he pulled you into him. You rested your forehead on his, feeling at peace now that he was safe and back in your arms.

“What’s up baby?” You asked. Touch was Peter’s love language, but something was different tonight.

“I never thought this would be possible,” He said softly into your shoulder.

“What would be possible?”

“You.” You almost wanted to turn away due to the intensity of his gaze, “You….healed a cold, bitter heart. You loved me back to life. I don’t want to imagine where I would be without you.”

You wanted to make some sarcastic comment, so you could quickly wipe away the tears forming in your eyes. But you knew it was no use-he could hear your heart beat from a mile away.

“I love you so much and I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last two days because I….I need you to know. I love you.” It was all over when you saw his eyes were glassy, just like yours.

“Peter, I love you too,” it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. You had been keeping those words inside of you for so long and now you felt free to say it.

It was hard to kiss when you both had a huge smile on your faces, but you made it work. He gently hooked a finger around your chin, which allowed him to place sweet, small kisses all over your face, declaring his love for you between every kiss. You laughed, trying to chase after his mouth with your’s.

In that moment, only the two of you existed. Just the two of you, in your apartment, on the couch that was the focal point of that fateful night where Peter Parker was brought to you and you fell in love with each other.

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I think I found the Justin Hammer experience in Foodieverse). It's the mouth that seals it... https://everywhereist.com/2021/12/bros-restaurant-lecce-we-eat-at-the-worst-michelin-starred-restaurant-ever/

I've been tagged in this story a couple of times and I've kind of been waiting to discuss it because I knew once it started making mainstream news that the Bros folks would have to respond. Which they did, with an amusingly overwrought essay by one of the chefs (link below in the Today article).

More than anything I'm curious about a lot of context we don't have. Geraldine DeRuiter, who wrote the initial essay, is apparently experienced in fine dining, so the meal must have been pretty bad, because a) this looks like a lot of stuff I've seen featured on high-end and moga restaurant pages before, b) some of the dishes (the rancid ricotta, edible fish paper, the cuttlefish gelatin) have been on the restaurant's facebook page as featured dishes, so they've been around a while, and c) extremely long meals composed entirely of tasting flights with no main isn't...like, super weird, at that level of dining. (Although apparently they got 27 courses when they expected 13, so that's...certainly something.) So it appears that this isn't a question of culture conflict, that DeRuiter knew what she was getting into.

That being the case, I believe that the food itself must have been truly awful. Absolutely the issue with the allergens -- just plain not feeding a person with allergies -- is really out of this world bad. Restaurants at that level generally either happily accommodate dietary needs or completely refuse to even consider it and state so loudly and repeatedly so you won't go there. To say you will do it and then not do it is the kind of thing that can lose you a Michelin star, because exceptional service is a part of the rating. But given that some of what was discussed was reasonably to be expected given the dining situation, like...that must have been some really bad food.

So that leaves me to wonder what the deal with the restaurant itself is. Are they dealing with a service/labor shortage like much of the world? Did something happen to the chef and someone else filled in? Or did something go drastically wrong in the kitchen?

I feel like Today did a really good job of covering the story and to their credit reprinted the essay by Chef Pellegrino in its entirety per his request. What stood out to me in the article was that the essay was written by Chef Pellegrino, but DeRuiter didn't go there to eat his food -- she went there because she'd heard great things about one of the other chefs, Isabella Poti. One does wonder if perhaps she had the night off and has been rather carrying Bros on her own for a while.

But the behavior of the waitstaff suggests that this is a more structural issue, that either something has gone very wrong at Bros very recently, or that it's a long-term case of the emperor having no clothes, of DeRuiter just being the first person to point out that "rancido" dish, which has been on the menu as far back as summer 2021, is rancid cheese. (It looks like it's actually cheese in a rancid butter sauce.)

One even wonders if perhaps the greater level of attention we've all been paying to food service because of the pandemic has allowed a certain class of diner to finally puncture the flimsy pretenses of upscale restaurants. Certainly Pellegrino's defense of his food as something that asks complicated questions and doesn't serve up shallow "boring great master in a museum" meals does not incline me to think he's considering the nutritive or flavor value of his food. But it's not like I haven't seen that precise level of pretention before in plenty of Michelin-star restaurants (everything Grant Achatz does comes to mind). What he's saying is not new if you pay attention to high-end dining and the critic-chef forever war that plays out in newspaper reviews all the time. Perhaps we're just simply done with eating figurative bullshit?

Or something else is going on. I'd love to know what.

Overall, I do think it's important to remember that while it's not good to serve bad food, to ignore allergy requirements, or to write nonsense about it once caught in the act, these are human beings playing out a truly minor drama on a fucking world stage. Whether or not Bros is a bad restaurant, I don't know that it really deserves the worldwide scorn being heaped on it. There's a story there that I want to see, but I don't want to see these people tormented by millions of twitter users in the meantime. So while I think it's fair to discuss it and I hope I've done so fairly here, I want to remind everyone that when you do, it pays to be civil, cautious, and kind.

#food #restaurants #high end dining #molecular gastronomy