#if we come back to WA without them for another year

[zee-rambles]

Lets. D0. This.

(Please note: Post will be updated as I find more resources and think of more strategies)

(Please do not re-use gif without permission…unless it’s to save Rise…)

Mutant May

YOU can watch Season 1 and Season 2 of RISE right HERE!

So I’ve seen a a lot of people still wondering if Rise of the TMNT can be saved.

There’s is a lot of hope, especially with the boom of fans joining the fandom after the movie dropped last year, people making more art on tumblr, twitter, tik tok, and so on. But also a a lot of doubt, especially after JJ Conway’s post on twitter.

BUT…I still think there is a chance…a GOOD chance. WITH ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW! Why?

We live in the internet. Information is more then easy to get out now thanks to social media. There is all kinds of ways to get the word out to people. Let’s abuse it. 😎

Fans have brought back shows before.

We need a MAJOR push through social media, more fans, more art, it’s up to us…and I think we can do it!

Fans convinced Netflix to bring Sense8 back for a finale

Fans convinced fox to bring back “Futurama” after it was cancelled in 1999.

Hey Arnold got the jungle movie thirteen years after the show was cancelled

Animaniacs got a 3 season revival 22 years after it stopped airing.

Brooklyn 99 was cancelled in 2018, and the fans convinced NBC to pick up the series.

Arrested Development was canceled after 3 seasons, but AFTER it was cancelled, it grew an audience and they made it come back!

Fans saved the original Star Trek in the 60s with letters.

They did it. Why can’t we?

So what can we do?

Well…

1. PETITIONS TO SAVE RISE that we can all sign…

PETITION 1 (The strongest one, but the more petitions signed, the better!)

PETITION 2

PETITION 3

PETITION 4 (save the content that was cut/we missed)

PETITION 5! (Make an ROTTMNT season 3)

2. Pester Nickelodeon and Netflix on social media (THE BIG ONE Y’ALL, THIS IS THE MOST DIRECT AND IMPORTANT)

Be polite, be non-toxic (don’t be rude or mean, the boys would not want that, and the Nick/Netflix won’t listen), but be LOUD, PASSIONATE, AND ANNOYING! Ask for DVDs of the show/movie, and then BUY THOSE DVDs!

MAKE SURE TO ASK FOR THE FULL ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW TO COME BACK, INCLUDING ANDY SARIANO AND ANT WARD.

Sample DM/Letter (but try to come up with your own. Too many repeats and they will ignore it)

“Dear Nickelodeon/Netflix/Viacom, I can’t tell you how much Rise means to me, and I really love that you put the show on air. But it was not fair that the show was cancelled before it got the chance to reach the audience it deserved, only because of a few bad reviews and a lack of advertising. The show is great, there’s tons of fans, tons of art, and people, including me, want so much more! Please bring it back! We want the original crew to come, Flying Bark, for the show to get it’s full second season restored, and it’s five season run like it was originally intended. People hated the 2012 TMNT when it came out, but it got it’s chance and now there are people that love it. Why can’t Rise of the TMNT have the same? It’s clear that the creators love their work and there’s a growing fan base for it. Rise just came out at the wrong time, but it deserves it chance to shine.”

The more personal you made the letter, the more you say what Rise means to you, the better.

As for me? I’m sending them a picture of Pizza Pigeon with the #wewantmoreriseoftheTMNT and #saverottmnt

Request movies/seasons on Netflix.

Ask for Rise Season 2, another season, another movie. Just keep asking!

Nickelodeon’s facebook page (Look, I know that facebook is a relic at this point, but the more people go there and PESTER Nickelodeon, the better!)

Rise’s facebook page

Leave good reviews. Share. Leave TONS of comments

Nickelodeon’s instagram

Nickelodeon’s Twitter page (treat carefully, there be Musks out there…only use if you are over 18)

Nickelodeon’s TikTok

Niceklodeon’s letter inbox

Nickelodeon, 1515 Broadway, New York, NY 10036

Rugrats was brought back because fans bombarded Nickelodeon with letters saying they wanted it back. Might as well cover our bases. This one is a BIG DEAL!

Nickelodeon’s Corporate Number

1-212-846-2543 Call them! Annoy them! Ask how we can get their attention! Tell them why you love this show! Why it deserves to come back.

Contact Paramount

Paramounts Request form

Official Fan Page Rise’s Instagram

The more followers the better.

Netflix’s instagram

Netflix’s facebook

Netflix’s Twitter (Treat carefully. There be MUSKs out there…only use if you are over 18)

SPAM NICKELODEON’S EMAILS!

[email protected]

[email protected]

[email protected]

[email protected]

If anyone has any more, any deeper more direct points of contact, or more ideas, please share!

3. Leave good reviews for Rise anywhere and raise awareness everywhere you can!

One of the key reasons Rise did not do too well because it was unfairly review bombed before people could give it a chance…so get out there on tik tok, IMDB, Rotten Tomatoes, and ESPECIALLY youtube.

Make reviews! Analysis! JOKES! Support other content creators! When the Rise Reanimated video comes out, share it like no tomorrow!

No one paid attention when How to Train Your Dragon came out, but word of mouth and people saying it was good, made it the success it was. Let’s repeat history!

Anytime there is NEW RISE CONTENT on Nickelodeon’s YouTube channel, watch it, share, spread it.

Share this post on social media, across various sites, use the information here to spread awareness about how people can help and what they can do. Be relentless! (Like Leo in Lair Games)

Ask influencers to review, react, and give RISE a chance without placing judgement.

4. Make. ART!

Draw, Write, TWEET, Make MERCH, Sell MERCH, Make Tik Toks, Videos on YouTube, posts on instagram, discord, what pad, demanding more Rise, spreading the word, and just showing how much you love this show! Not only will it attract attention, but it’s also good for all of us. There will be more Rise content either way.

Make sure to @ nickelodeon on ALL of your art! SPAM THEM! ANNOY THEM! DROWN THEM IN LOVE FOR THIS SHOW! Demand DVD’s and Blue rays of the SHOW AND THE MOVIE! It’s not fair that we can’t have access to it!

PLAY THIS GAME!

If you see official Rise MERCH in the while, buy it if you can! Also support as many rise content creators as you can. If you can’t draw? Write! If you can’t create! Like! Share! Comment! Support each other!

Rise April ART Challenge

Keep in mind…there WILL be pushback.

Companies as big as Nickelodeon and Viacom care about their bottom line: $$$…money. BUT pushback, whether they are taking down your videos on Tik Tok, striking artists on twitter, mean that they’re taking NOTICE. So don’t. Give. UP!

One last thing to remember: DO NOT harass fans for enjoying other versions of TMNT

Even though Rise is the first and only TMNT I have ever loved, I don’t believe in shaming other fans for looking forward to, or enjoying other TMNT series. Gatekeeping like that was what stopped Rise from (heh) Rising as high as it should have. All Rise fans are welcome, and all TMNT fans are welcome. Rise deserves to reach more fans, it deserves another season, and it does not need to knock down other TMNT series to do it. Show them your love and your need for more Rise, without making other TMNT fans feel unwelcome.

Share, spread the word, give it your best shot! A village can move MOUNTAINS! SO let’s do it.

So that in the near future…we can MAKE THIS JOKE!

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt leo #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #netflix #instagram #nickelodeon #viacom #paramount #facebook #signal boost #social media campaign #petitions #turtles #underrated show #flying bark productions #manifesting

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:12 am]

(cw: f!reader, Jaehyun is an asshole, angst with happy ending)

Yesterday had been a bad day. Scratch that- the last 14 hours had been bad. You had gotten home, tired from your day out with friends to find Jaehyun getting ready to leave.

“Oh, sorry I forgot to mention I had plans tonight. I’ll be back later, ok?” He had said casually, kissing your cheek before heading out the door for the night.

That had been right around seven. Then 11 o’clock rolled around and your texts went unanswered. 3 o’clock and your calls were being ignored. It had caused a huge anxious ball of nerves to form in the pit of your stomach which kept you up until now. Every time somebody in the hall would come home, you’d think it was Jaehyun. Someone in one of the other apartments would make a quiet noise and your head would snap toward the door. The caffeine from all the coffee you were drinking was giving you as much anxiety as it was energy. All your texts to mutual friends sent through the night had only been answered a few minutes ago stating they hadn’t been with Jaehyun all night. If he wasn’t with them then who was he with?

You started another pot of coffee when finally the front door opened. A haggard looking Jaehyun dragged his feet to the living room and threw himself onto the couch. “Oh my god! Jaehyun, are you alright?” You asked, rushing over to his side to not-so-subtly look for wounds.

“I’m fine,” came his voice, muffled by one of the throw pillows.

“Where were you? I called and texted you a dozen times. I was so worried.”

“I told you I had plans,” he sighed.

“Having plans now means you can stay out all night without letting your girlfriend know?” You asked while your annoyance for his nonchalance grew and grew.

“I had too much to drink and I had to stay at my friend’s house, ok?” He replied, standing from the couch to head to the bedroom.

“Why are you being so evasive? I texted all your friends and nobody was with you!”

He threw his hands up, turning to face you, “I hung out with a friend from elementary school, I went to her place, we had a few drinks, my phone died, and now I’m here. I’m at home. I’m hungover and I’m tired is that it?”

“But I talked to your friends from elementary school and they said they hadn’t seen you,” you reply quietly.

He groaned loudly, tilting his head back, “I hadn’t talked to her in a while. She sent me a DM and we started catching up and then she invited me to hang out.”

“So you hung out with a girl who you haven’t seen in years after she randomly messaged you?”

“That’s what I said, yeah,” he nodded.

“And you didn’t tell me where you were going, who you were with, and stayed out all night. How do I even know you’re telling me the truth right now?” You ask incredulously.

His eyes widened in surprise, “What are you trying to suggest right now?”

“I’m not suggesting anything Jaehyun. If your series of events sound fishy, then maybe it’s because they are.”

“I didn’t cheat on you,” he states shakily.

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, brushing past him to walk to the bedroom. You begin changing out of your pajamas and into an outfit to leave the house, wile he nervously gnaws on his lips. You stay silent and blank faced while you move around the room to get ready.

He finally speaks up while you grab your purse, “Where are you going?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention I had plans? I’ll be back later, ok?” You parrot his words back with a condescendingly sweet smile. His mouth opens but no sound comes out as you walk out the door.

You don’t return until early evening. You feel refreshed and relaxed, a weight off your shoulders, until “I’ve been calling you all day! Why didn’t you answer me?”

“I got busy. Decided I should hang out with one of my elementary friends who keeps swiping up on my stories and just see how he was doing,” you lie, moving to the couch.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Jaehyun deadpans, “You didn’t actually do that did you?”

“Who knows? But whether or not I did, why is it ok for you to act that way but not for me?” You ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, you can see the tips of his ears turning red, and some small, tiny, part of you is beginning to feel a little guilty about your actions. He sighs out deeply, “I’m sorry. I mean that. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that and I promise you nothing happened. Even if you didn’t think anything did, I want to reassure you that nothing happened with her.”

“Thank you,” you nod curtly in response, “I spent the whole day shopping by the way.”

“I promise I won’t ever do anything like that again either. Not just because it was totally out of line, but also because I remembered why I stopped talking to her. She was kind of a bully all those years ago and nothing has changed. She wanted to talk about all the drama and problems she had with people when we were 7- it’s been like 20 years!”

You laugh quietly, “why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“That’s the worst part! She had my phone in phone jail because I started texting you back while she started a movie. That’s why I started drinking so much, and she made me sleep on her floor because her couch was quoted not a resting couch. And! She told me she was gonna have a whole reunion party and I was the only idiot that forgot how rude she was as a kid and didn’t block her. So again, I’m sorry and I promise it will never- ever happen again. I will let you chip me like a dog and put me on a lea-”

You held up a hand, “Jaehyun stop talking please, I already got the full story and I’m not doing that. Let’s move on ok?”

He sighed happily, “I’m blocking her too. Her instagram, her number, her facebook, her MySpace, her twitter, her X, her profile on LinkdIn, her threads, her Pinterest-”

You laughed loudly, covering his mouth with your hand, “Stop! I get it!”

“And I’m telling everyone she’s still awful.”

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun drabbles #jaehyun timestamps

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Cuddles

“I wouldn’t call that cuddling,” Nico says, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “I would call it sitting near one another.” 

Across the infirmary, awaiting medical attention from the busy Apollo kids, Annabeth rolls her eyes. “He had his arm around you.” 

“You put your arm around me all the time,” Nico rebuts. 

“You were leaning on him!” 

“I was tired!” 

Annabeth slumps sideways in her cot and stares at him, unimpressed. 

Nico refuses to budge. Cuddling is not resting your head on someone when they offer to let you nap on them! Cuddling is, like, prolonged, sideways hugging, or something. He and Jason do not cuddle, and even if they did (which they do not!) they wouldn’t do it at the campfire, for Hera’s sake. 

“Fine,” Annabeth concedes without averting her intimidating gaze. “What about when you two took a nap under Thalia’s Pine? That was definitely cuddling.” 

Heat rises up to Nico’s ears. He turns around to face the countertop, littered with empty bandaid packaging and unportioned nectar. “It was not, and you’re weird for remembering that.” 

“You’re weird for refusing to admit you like cuddling with Jason,” Annabeth says. She’s long since perfected that I’m right, you’re wrong, shut up tone, the one that makes Nico bristle. 

“How does that make me weird?” he grumbles, slicing even squares into the pan of nectar. “I spent the last, like, four years of my life doing everything I could to avoid human contact. How is it weird that I wouldn’t want to admit to something like that.” 

For a few moments, Nico almost mistakes Annabeth’s silence for a victory. He finishes with the nectar and turns back around, ready to gloat and everything, and is instead met with the worst possible thing: Annabeth Chase wearing her planning face. 

“No,” he says immediately, putting a hand out, as if he can physically ward off whatever bullshit he’s about to get dragged into. “No.” 

“I think we need an outside opinion.” 

“I think you’re concussed, do not go spreading my personal business to camp!” 

“Not camp,” Annabeth flaps her hand at him, and does not refute the concussed accusation. “But definitely some trusted individuals, who have insight into your cuddling habits.” 

“I’m not above getting on my knees and begging you to drop this,” Nico says. He’s fully serious. He will do it. Anything to stop this from going any further, anything. 

Annabeth glances him up and down, like she’s sizing up how serious he might be. 

He clasps his hands together. 

She flops back in the cot. “Nope. I’m too invested now. I think I’ll ask Hazel, first-” 

“Dude-” 

“-and then Connor, he knew you when you were a baby, he’ll have some good insight.” 

Nico buries his face in his hands and groans. 

Annabeth Chase gets her concussion treated, then turns around and runs back to her cabin to draft an honest to the gods survey to hand out to what she deems as a trusted, reputable group. 

Any group with Connor Stoll and Percy Jackson in it is anything but reputable, in Nico’s mind. As soon as he hears that Annabeth’s really gone off the freaking deep end about this, he finds the darkest corner of camp and hunkers down to hide. 

The best thing to do when Annabeth’s got an idea? Weather it. She’ll either find her own solution, or she’ll lose interest. Nico hopes, for his reputation's sake, she doesn’t get any further than the distribution. 

Upside to this shitshow: Nico has time to clean his cabin, finally. A valid reason to tell Will that he genuinely cannot come do archery practice today, a valid reason to kick any and everyone off his porch, lock his doors, and play CDs on his radio as loud as he can tolerate. 

It is, unfortunately, one of his most productive days as of late, and as Nico lays on his newly-swept floor, sweaty but satisfied, he almost forgets the whole situation occurring at the hands of one stubborn daughter of Athena. 

Almost. 

“Nico?” 

Three knocks on the cabin door. 

“I can hear your music, I know you’re in there. If you want me to go away, that’s totally fine, I just- y’know, want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll leave you alone in a minute.” 

Nico rolls over, squishing his face into the hardwood for one deeply satisfying moment. Then, with all the reluctance of a man who is going to face embarrassment head on, he pulls himself up and trudges to the door. 

Jason, at the very least, has the decency to look worried rather than amused. He’s got his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his head tilted off to the side, his glasses off-center like they always are. He’s frowning, kind of. He looks like Mrs. O’Leary when Nico tricks her into thinking he’s got a treat for her. 

“I’m alive,” he says, as dry as he can manage. The CD skips. 

“That’s good,” Jason says. “I, uh, hear Annabeth’s keeping herself occupied.” 

Nico’s temple pulses with something not-quite-achey, but nearly there. 

“Just- come in,” he huffs, stepping aside. Dammit. “If anyone’s going to explain it, I would really rather rip the stupid bandaid off.” 

“Laughing at me feels kind of insulting, going to be honest,” Nico mutters while Jason hunches over himself, cradling his stomach, downright howling. 

“She’s- She’s up in arms- about cuddling!?” 

“I don’t know! I don’t know, Percy’s stupid bullshit is rubbing off on her and she’s losing braincells, Jason, she’s losing her mind. We need to find something new for her to build so she stops trying to instigate shit in my private life!” 

Jason slumps sideways onto the floor, half-laughing, half-panting. His leg presses solidly to Nico’s like this, sitting side by side against his bed. 

Nico turns his head up and away and forces himself not to notice. 

“She just cares about you,” Jason says. He stays down. Nico can practically feel how hard Jason’s heart is pumping from all that laughter. 

Jerk. 

“She cares about drama,” Nico says, though he knows it’s not totally true. Piper has gotten her more involved in the social life of camp, which is a good thing, really. Nico thinks it’s really cool that Annabeth has been able to come out of her own shell, after spending her whole life trying to prove herself, trying to be above everything, better than, the best. 

But does she have to do it at his expense? 

He rubs his hands over his face and sighs. 

Jason sits back up. 

“Are you really that upset about this?” he asks, his voice softened into a tone Nico got used to hearing in the days post-Cupid, the tone of a hero. “I know it’s still hard for you, to be comfortable and everything-” 

“I’m not upset about it,” Nico says. Admitting it makes his cheeks flush, but it’s the truth, and Jason has more than earned that with him. “I’m just…embarrassed.” 

“Awe, why’s it embarrassing? I mean, I get from your perspective, y’know, why you might find that embarrassing, but even if taking naps and stuff is cuddling, it’s not like it’s hurting anything,” Jason says. Then, softer, maybe hesitant, he adds, “right?” 

Nico’s heart tugs annoyingly into his ribs. “It’s not hurting anything, Jason, I’m not…I don’t know. I just feel a lot of things, I guess? And it’s a lot of, like, I-I don’t know how to react, when people poke fun at something I’m still- still getting comfortable with. I like being comfortable with you.” He pokes at the rips in his jeans and continues to ignore how much of Jason is pressed up against his side, how natural it feels to just sit with him like this. 

“I like that you like being comfortable with me,” Jason says, his own version of teasing, though one that Nico knows and understands and likes. He knows that Jason’s reassuring him by prodding at him like that. 

The next track on his CD starts to play—Jason turned the volume down, but didn’t shut it all the way off. They’re both too awkward in pure silence, but sitting together when there’s other background noise that means they don’t necessarily have to talk has become a staple of their hang-outs. There’ve been many an afternoon where Nico sets up on the floor of the Zeus cabin with his new, growing Mythomagic collection, while Jason sketches out temples at his desk. 

They’re so comfortable around one another, nowadays. 

Nico brings his knees up and nestles his chin on them, frowning at the opposite wall. 

Are they maybe too comfortable? If other people are starting to look at them interacting and put weird labels like cuddling on it? Isn’t cuddling something people who like each other do, anyway? Friends don’t cuddle. 

Nico feels his ears burn hot at the implication. Is that what Annabeth was trying to say? Does she think Nico likes Jason? 

He brings his arms up to cover his mouth. He chews on his lip. 

…does, Nico like Jason? 

 (to be continued) 

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #cuddles #fanfiction #TW for what could potentially be outing #(though it's implied that Annabeth will only speak to people who know Nico's sexuality) #WAHOO!!!!!! #this was fun to write I like writing shenanigans #Nico and Annabeth's friendship is precious and dear to me and I want to continue this sometime #pjo #jason grace #nico di angelo #hoo #jasico #aright I'm gonna try and write something quick for another prompt to make up for missing yesterday

[strwyofthesun]

forgive me, goodbye

pairing: re2r!leon x f!reader

word count: 3k

synopsis: you and leon have been high school sweethearts and graduated together in 1990. but after graduating from military school and pre-med, trouble arises once leon becomes busy with being a police officer, while you start preparing to leave to the UK for med school.

cont: slight fluff, angst, high school sweethearts, college au, hurt/no comfort

a/n: for my filo readers, this is very loosely (like you have to squint to even realize it) based on raining in manila by lola amour because ive had lss and i can't stop listening to it!

part 2 here !

“—So, as we all bid farewell to this chapter of our lives, I want all of us to look back on what made us who were are now and look forward to the people we will become. Congratulations Class of 1990! We made it!” You exclaimed loudly into the mic. Everyone cheered and hugged one another in celebration of graduating from high school.

The principal smiled widely at you before you handed him the mic for his closing message to everyone. “Thank you to this year’s valedictorian for her heartfelt graduation speech. My dear students, I am so proud of all you. Congratulations!” Cheers and shouts once more echoed in the auditorium. You walk back into the crowd of students, looking for a certain someone. Amidst the bustling crowd, you spot him in his toga with medals around his neck, certificates and diplomas being held up on the right and a bouquet of roses in his left. You hurriedly ran towards his direction and stop right infront of him.

“There’s my valedictorian, I’m so proud of you love.” Leon said as he handed me the bouquet and planted a kiss on my forehead.

“Aww, Leon you didn’t have to…”

“Pft, I want nothing but the best for my girl. You deserve it [Y/N].”

“I love you so much Leon, I don’t think I would’ve survived high school without you.”

“I love you too [Y/N]. You’ll be fine with or without me. But of course you’re better off with me.” Leon said as he winked at me.

He was always such a tease. Ever since 7th to 12th grade, you couldn't believe that out of all the traits that he could keep, it had to be that one. But, it was okay, after all, all that teasing did lead you to fall for him and it was the best thing to have ever come out of your high school experience. People always said you had your head stuck in a book 24/7 and that you had no chance at love if all you ever look at was texts on a book. But now, they’re eating their words, because not only are you in the happiest and healthiest relationship with the school’s heartthrob, but your relationship with Leon outlasted almost all of your batchmates’s relationships combined. Not only that, but you also graduated valedictorian of your batch and was always a consisted honor student while dating Leon.

You had to admit that you and Leon were a walking cliché. Top student falls for the school’s heartthrob, where haven’t you seen that? But God, even if it was a cliché it was the best thing to have ever happened to you. It wasn’t always smooth sailing though. In 7th grade, Leon was always a pain in the ass to you, and it didn’t help that you were always paired up in almost every pair or group activity and project given. He wasn’t always so cooperative, he teased and picked at you, and he was always pre-occupied with either his friends or football. Yes, he was a jock, an irritatingly good-looking one at that.

He never really noticed your efforts when it came to those pair and group assignments the both of you had until one day, in chemistry class, you had held your head down, planning to rest for a little while. Little did you know that you would be waking up in the hospital. The doctor said that you had overworked your body so much to the point where your immune system had weakened drastically. Leon heard this and visited you the following day in the hospital. Your parents were aware of Leon being a big weight on you because you’d always rant to them about him so it was no surprise that when Leon entered your hospital room, he wasn’t exactly greeted warmly by your parents. Even so, they left you and him to talk privately.

“Hey [Y/N]…” Leon said as he looked at the floor. “Um, I brought you some flowers, roses, to um, brighten up your room.” He said awkwardly

You looked at him up and down with a sour look on your face before thanking him. “Thanks… Leon…” He sighed and sat at the foot of your bed.

“Look, I’m sorry… I should’ve helped you out. If I known this would’ve happen-“

“Well, it’s a bit too late for that don’t you think?” I spat back as I cut Leon off.

“I know, I know… So, to make up for it, I’ve told the teacher about me not cooperating and they have decided not to affect your grade because of my shortcomings. I’ve also come here to ask you what other assignments we have so that I can do it while you’re here. I promise I will prepare a good quality output, I’ll send it to you for checking so that you won’t have to worry.”

You were surprised at Leon’s sudden change of heart and were touched by his dedication to make things right for you. You face softened and you breathed out a small sigh.

“Thank you Leon, I’ll send you a list of what needs to be done later on. Thank you for visiting too…” You smile timidly.

“Please, don’t thank me, it’s the least I could do after everything I’ve caused.”

“Come on Leon, accept my thanks, it’s not all the time I get to say that to you.” I joked.

“Alright, alright. Fine, I accept the thanks and you are welcome. I’ll leave you be now. Rest up, recover quick okay?”

“Okay.”

Leon gave you a smile before turning around to leave, but before he left the hospital, he talked to your parents and apologized for the trouble. He even offered to pay the medical expenses to which my parents declined. They said that if you forgave him, then they forgave him too.

On school days while you were at the hospital, Leon would always text you at lunch about what happened during the morning classes and at the end of the day, he’d text you again to tell you what happened during the afternoon classes. He gave you notes, the assignments, recorded lectures, and even stuck to his word about sending you the group works. He really did seemed like a changed man.

8th grade came around and Leon had confessed his feelings for you, to which you reciprocated. And from then on, the two of you have been dating ever since. And something you love about Leon was that he knew that you were a strong, capable, and independent person. He never interfered with your plans and always emphasized that he wanted you to always prioritize yourself over everyone else including himself. Leon supported you in all your endeavours, the competitions, the events, everything. He was and always is your number one fan and you will always be his. Every game he had, you were present. You stood in the front bleachers with the largest banner out there and screamed your head off every time he scored a point. You were everyone’s typical movie high school couple.

“So Leon, what’s your plans for college?” You asked curiously. He never really talked about what he wanted for his future but since we were now high school graduates, it was high time to start thinking about our future plans.

“Oh, actually, I enrolled into a military academy in Raccoon City!” He said excitedly.

“Looks like someone’s excited.” You chuckle.

“Well, yeah! I mean I’ve always wanted to help people out and I think this is a good place to start.”

“I’m so glad you’re doing something you’re passionate about, love.”

“I’m assuming you’ll be pursuing your pre-med course in the city as well?”

“Mhm, that’s right. I can’t believe how fast time flies. We used to be dumb kids arguing over assignments and look at us now.”

Leon looked at you and grabbed you by the waist to pull you into a hug. “I didn’t expect myself to fall for a brainy genius like yourself.”

“And I didn’t expect myself to fall for a sweetheart of a jock but here we are.” you said as the both of you laughed together.

Summer went by and you and Leon had moved to Raccoon City to pursue each other’s passions. The 4 years passed the two of you quickly and you were soon attending each other’s graduation. Seeing Leon in his uniform standing proud and tall made you feel all sorts of things. You can’t believe how far he’s come. Saying you were proud of him was an understatement. At your graduation, you spotted Leon from the stage along with your parents holding up a camera and recording you. He was the absolute cutest boyfriend out there. He treated you and your parents out at an expensive restaurant in the city to celebrate. While at the dinner table, your phone starts ringing. You check to see who was calling you and saw that it was one of your professors from your university. You excused yourself from the table and picked up the incoming call.

“Good evening Ms. [L/N]”

“Good evening madam, is there something you would like to discuss with me?”

“As a matter of fact, there is. If you remember, I helped you apply for a prestigious medical school in the UK yes?”

“Yes, I recall.”

“I come bearing good news! You have been accepted on a full scholarship! I am so proud of you Ms. [L/N].”

You covered your mouth from shock and turned back to look at your parents and Leon who seemed very curious about the call.

“Thank you so much madam for helping me with this opportunity. I will get back to you with my answer in a few days.”

“No problem, take your time. But if I were you, I would grab the opportunity already.”

“I have to consult my parents first madam but I appreciate the incentive.”

“Alright, please do inform me later on your decision. Goodbye and congrats!”

Your professor dropped the call and you go back to the table with Leon and your parents and let them know the good news.

“Oh my God! I’m so proud of you [Y/N]! We’ll pack your stuff right away once we get home!” Your mom said eagerly.

“I’ll help you pack too!” Your dad chimed in.

You laugh at the reactions of you parents but realized that Leon had been rather silent.

“Leon?” you said as you held his hand under the table.

“Hmm? Oh! I’m so proud of you too, love. I can’t believe you’ll be studying in another country…” Leon said as his voice slowly faded. You squeezed his hand and looked at him with a face of concern. Before he could speak again, the waiter had given Leon the bill which he paid for and later your parents left earlier than you leaving Leon and you behind.

“Love, is there something bothering you?”

“I’m… I’m gonna miss you a lot [Y/N]… But, I don’t want to hold you back, you know that.”

“Oh Leon…” You pulled him into an embrace and said, “I’ll miss you too Leon. But I’m not leaving yet, so let’s make most of my time here okay?”

“Okay… I love you [Y/N]…”

“I love you too Leon…”

In a few days, you started getting ready to make your big move to the UK. Meanwhile, Leon had begun working as a police officer in the Raccoon City Police Department. He was always preoccupied with his job and you were busy with all the files you needed to tend to and the preparations you had to ready for med school and all the other likes. As the days progressed, the stress started to feel overwhelming and it did not help that Leon was not as available as much as he used to be. You respected his time and if he wouldn’t want to hold you back, you wouldn’t hold him back either. So you kept to yourself. All the stress, the worry, the nagging thoughts of moving to a new country alone, the pressure put on you by your professor was immense, all of it was driving you borderline insane. Juggling everything on your own felt so tiring but you never once thought of asking Leon or anyone for that matter for help because you did not want to bother them and because you wanted this for yourself. You had no one but yourself to blame. But the opportunity is right there, and you couldn't risk it slipping through your fingers.

It was a week ‘till your departure and Leon had finally decided to visit you after his long shifts at the RPD.

“Hi love, are you ready for the big trip?” He asked while trying to put on a smile on his face but it was evident that he was too tired to even put an effort.

“I don’t know Leon…” you responded.

“What’s the matter?” he asked sounding concerned.

You snapped at Leon and sarcastically replied, "Oh, thanks for finally asking.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think Leon? You haven’t even bothered to check up on me all those days ago?”

“Well I’m sorry if I got too busy with work!”

“Too busy? Would it have killed you to send me at least one text asking how I was?!”

“I didn’t want to disturb you! I knew that you could handle it on your own.”

“But Leon I needed you! Where were you when I needed you?! I was practically going insane already!"

A deafening silence fell upon the room and no one dared to look at each other in the eye. You broke the silence and spoke up once more.

“Look Leon, if this is the current state of our relationship now, I fear that this won’t last once I’m further away.”

“[Y/N]… Are you…?”

“I’m breaking up with you Leon.” You never imagined those words ever coming out of your mouth but there it was, seemingly echoing in all four corners of the room making it all the more painful that it already was.

“You can’t be serious [Y/N]…”

“I am serious Leon. I can’t do this anymore…”

“Fine.” Leon said as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

You watch him leave as tears start to run down your face. It hurt that you had to do what you did, but seeing how he didn’t even fight for the relationship broke you even more. At the back of your head, you were relieved because now, he wouldn’t have to face the days where he would need you but you were not there for him. He wouldn’t have to constantly worry about you and your well-being. He wouldn’t have to miss you so much that it made his heart ache that he could not see you. You have spent 10 years with each other and were now so used to each other presence. Being away from him pained you as much as it pained him, and nothing could have eased that.

It's 2 hours ‘till departure, you’re at the airport simply passing the time while your parents kept you company. 1 hour left, you start to remember all the memories you’ve made in the city and can't help but shed a tear because all you could ever think off was Leon. 30 minutes, your parents comfort you and held you in their arms as you cried and wallowed in your sadness. 20 minutes, you compose yourself as your flight is near. 10 minutes, bid your farewell to your parents and start walking to the gates until you heard a voice call your name.

You turned around to look for where the voice came from, “Leon?” You mutter as you frantically search amongst the people looking for him. You spotted Leon dashing towards you and threw his arms around you as a desperate attempt to keep you for leaving just yet.

“[Y/N] please, just wait…” he panted.

“Leon, I need to board the plane, I have to go-“

“Please… think about it, think about us. I know long distance is hard but it’s something we can get through together! I know we can! So please! Don’t just leave me like this…” Leon begged as he pulled away to face you. His eyes were swollen and red, you could tell he had been crying for days straight.

“You know it’s not just about us… You have your whole future ahead of you, and I have mine. Don’t let me stop you from that.”

“But I don’t see my future without you in it. Please let me be selfish for once let me ask you for us to try again.”

“You know I can’t do that Leon…”

Leon looked at you with glass eyes and let you go. “I’ll be waiting for you [Y/N]… However long it takes."

“Leon… Don't...” You cupped his cheek and caresses it gently wiping away his tears.

“Forgive me, goodbye.” You let go of Leon and kissed him one last time before turning your back on him and walking straight to the gates. You hear Leon’s sobs and it took everything in you not to look back, when all you wanted to do was run into his arms and say “I do want you back, I’m sorry for trying to leave you.” But you couldn’t. You knew deep down that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw everything away for Leon. And you knew that he knew it too.

As the plane took off, you look out of the window and silently said goodbye to the life you once had and said hello to the new life you will live.

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[bunnyyamor]

daddy kink

[ OCTOBER 27TH ] TOJI FUSHIGURO x fem! reader (step-dad au)

synopsis; you had wanted to trick or treat with your whole family but your mom was busy on halloween night. so instead you were stuck trick or treating with your step dad. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, daddy kink, pseudo-incest, age gaps, pet-names, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies-to-lovers, jealous! toji, over protective! toji, dirty talk, beta read!

notes; so i changed the layout a wee bit, but this is by far my fav fic i think ive written. idk its my style aesthetic and i love her lol. also toji is one of my favs cuz he is so fine so enjoy bbys. pls remember to unhide mature posts in tumblr settings and comment, like and reblog!

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“so i’m thinking we’ll hit up the neighbors house, then maybe go egg some houses.” your mother raised her brow with a glare. “then we can come back home and eat all our candy while watching spoooooky movies,” you moved your fingers in a scary way. “that’s the plan. so what are you going to wear this year?”

“actually, honey. i’m not going.”

“what?” your mouth widened in shock. you were looking forward to this day for a whole year. “but you had your whole outfit picked out and everything.”

your mother rolled her eyes, annoyed, “i know. look, it’s not like i chose to not go. they have me wanting to come in for another shift.”

you were texting on your phone, pissed. “then tell them no. literally i got this day off for this, so can you.”

“it’s not that simple. i don’t know why you can’t do anything on your own?  i already told you i tried, enough, what do you want from me?”

“you never hang out with me anymore,” you pouted. “it’s always work or that man.”

your mother snapped at your face, “watch yourself. that is your step-father.”

“he is nothing to me,” you crossed your arms. “he is just a dude you’ve been with for a while that stays at our house.”

“i want you to respect him, y/n. he is a good man.”

footsteps boomed down the stairs. there he was. the man that was with your mother for almost 2 years now. toji fushiguro. it looked as if he had just come out of the shower. he was wearing gray sweatpants without a shirt and his hair dripped on his shoulders. “hey baby,” his voice was raspy as he kissed your mom. 

“jesus fucking christ. put on a shirt dude.” you shouldered him as you walked by. 

“y/n!” your mom shouted. 

you saw in your peripheral vision toji’s face darkened in anger. but you didn’t care if he was angry. he could suck it!

“what mom? i’m being a good girl.” you slid over your couch and laid there, upside down, texting on your phone, trying to make late plans. “maybe i’ll ask my friend if i can go to a party. aye, that’ll do it. i can go get wasted.” you chuckled. 

you knew your mother was probably rubbing her temple and your ‘step-father’ was consoling her. he literally made you want to vomit. he made you angry and his presence was a nuisance to you.      

“y/n, you know how we feel about you going to those parties. besides i don’t really like your friends,” toji crossed his arms. he had a way of making your mother think exactly like him. even if she was half on your side and thinking she would immediately turn her morals to his. your mother treated your step-father as if he was all knowing. she listened and did everything he told her. it bothered you so much. 

you jumped up from the couch and made your way to toji’s huge form. he was humongous, broad shoulders, muscles galore, he almost touched your house's ceiling. he was a huge man. that didn’t intimidate you one bit. “you can’t tell me what to do. this is my house, my mom, and my life.”

toji smirked, “that’s true but i also am your step-father.” he took one step closer to you. the air shifting between you two. his arms were crossed over his chest. you never realized how thick he was on his chest area. they literally protruded under his arms. still, even with his size, you didn’t want him to think he won. 

“i know who you really are. you can’t fool me. and you will never be my father,” you uttered the words so that only you and toji could hear. you thought that would break him but instead it grew a gleam in his eyes. something shined within him that made him break the smirk into a toothy grin. he was playing your game. “whatever. i’ll just call megumi and hang out with him. we’ll go trick-or-treating.”

“megumi texted me. he’s going with yuji itadori actually. so, it looks like it’s just you and me sweetheart.” toji winked. 

you threw your hands up in the air frustrated. “yay,” your mom clapped her hands, “daddy and daughter time.”

you went upstairs and got changed in your ballerina costume. maybe you could separate from him and hang out with your friends. this was supposed to be a family gathering but of course, your mother had to ruin it. 

you came downstairs and as you came down you noticed your mom was gone and instead toji sat on the couch. something was different with him. “you done?” he called out. 

you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to turn around. he stood up and turned and you knew that something was different. you felt different with your step-dad. toji smirked as he showed up in a nightwing costume. each muscle outlined, his hair disheveled, and he was wearing the eye mask. he leaned against the couch, you couldn't help it but divert your eyes to his cock. it was outlined as well, and…huge. you gulped. “wow you look-”

“cool?” he slowly walked over to the end of the stairs. “not so boring?” his eyes slowly made their way from your legs up to your face. “ballerina?”

you did your makeup pink themed and you wore a cute gloss over your lips. your lips were pursed out, all innocent looking. you were all pink and girly. super feminine. even painting your nails red. you wore a pink leotard with a sheer pink skirt. the leotard was tight, showing all your curves and ass. you looked like a cake topper, a cute pink macaroon. any man would want to take a bite. 

“sweetheart, you look so beautiful. so perfect, delicate.” he whispered as his hands traveled up your legs. you didn’t have a snappy comeback. instead he made you flustered. his eyes held some kind of villainy within him. his neck curved, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stared up at you as if you were an angel. he looked guilty and wanting at the same time. his eyes were half-lidded. you noticed the way he sniffed the air, sniffing you. his big, calloused hands looked so gigantic against your legs, covering your entire calf as he rubbed it lightly and squeezed it gently. “you ready?” his voice was hoarse. 

you covered your face, wanting to hide your emotions and feelings. you were only human. “yeah, whatever. let’s just get this over with, old man.” you pushed him aside as you walked in front of him. you realized he was staring at your ass. 

what was wrong with your step-father? he was your mother’s boyfriend! and yet why did you feel dirty? why did you feel that if something happened today you would let him do whatever he wanted to you? why did you want him to do something to you? why was he acting this way all of a sudden? 

everyone was out. the night was young as so many families walked around the neighborhood in their costumes, wanting candy. you knew the town, knew the houses, the streets so you walked around like you knew everyone, it was true you did. toji looked at you with pride. the way you walked around, not afraid, acting like you were the main character. a part of him was irked by your rudeness but also he couldn't help but stare at you. he couldn’t help but be attracted to you. 

“let’s pause here,” you said. you had put a spray around your hair and neck that was sparkles. it twinkled in the moonlight. this caught toji’s attention. you smelled like vanilla and looked like a diamond. all your sparkles catching his eye. you whipped your phone out and leaned your head against toji’s shoulder. “let’s take a selfie and send it to mom. she wants one.” you lied through your teeth. you looked away as you said this lie. 

toji grinned evilly. “mom? or more like you?” his face dipped to your height. he pushed you against a fence, caging your small body with his. you winced, finally breaking, he was winning. your tiny hands pressed against his chest, strong and plump. you were hot. toji was pinning you against the fence. his face was only centimeters away from yours. “c’mon baby. you can tell daddy the truth.”

“i-i-it’s. okay fine. doesn’t matter. mom will like it.” you shouted, hiding your face. you were never bashful or shy! why were you becoming like this? he made you this way!

“okay, let’s send her a selfie.” toji all of a sudden picked you up, arm under your ass as his big hands gripped your plump thighs. “what the fuck?” your body was placed on his shoulder. the sides of your leotard rising higher from the movement. your heart was beating faster than ever before. “toji, what are you doing-”

“toji? angel, i’m your step-father. call me daddy.”

you gulped, “f-fine. what are you doing, daddy?” you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. you also felt wetness down at the name. 

“i’m taking a picture with my sweet baby girl. alright, say cheese!”

you hated him. hated him more than ever in this moment. he was playing with you and your mom. he was messing with your mind. you knew it wasn’t because he actually liked you, it was because he wanted to get back at you for earlier. “n-no! i don’t have to listen to you.” you crossed your arms. the side of your ass was pressed next to toji’s face. toji raised his brow and shook his head, “good girls listen.” his mouth then turned to bite a piece of your ass peeking from the leotard. it was a light bite and then his tongue peaked out and licked the bite. “c’mon, smile.” 

you jumped but was held still by toji. “toji-i mean, daddy!” your step-father just bit your ass. and you liked it. you liked it so much. you wiggled on his shoulder. finally, you smiled and toji took the selfie. he came out so attractive. his jawline was prominent in the photo, he looked like a model. his smirk making his scar above his lip prominent. you were wide eyed looking innocent in the camera. more from what toji just did seconds ago and from where you were seated. toji carried you like you weighed nothing.

he put you back down and you felt dizzy from everything. what were you feeling? “send me that picture,” toji’s hands landed on your shoulder then traveled up to around your neck, caressing your skin there. “i think you look so beautiful in it.”

why were you so quiet? you decided, toji wasn’t going to win. you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

you both went to a door. you knew who lived there. it was a guy that you knew had a crush on you from when you both were in high school. of course, you never liked him but you wanted toji to realize you didn’t care about him and his actions. 

toji knocked the door for you. he was behind you most of the day, keeping an eye out since it was night. you weren’t going to lie, you did like how protective he was over you. you felt safe with him. he always had a shoulder wrapped around you or his hand on you to make sure you were always with him. always standing behind you, close by, so close you can smell his cologne. 

“thank you daddy.” you smiled wide. excited for what was gonna happen. the door opened and low and behold it was the guy that had a crush on you. “y/n? wow, welcome! damn, you look good.” he eyed you up and down. you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was toji’s and it was tightening around you. you looked up behind you and saw his face. if looks could kill! he looked so scary! he wore a scowl and his eyes were dark, full of anger. 

you rolled your eyes and popped your butt out to the side, placing your hands on your hips, posing. “you think so baby? aww thank you, love!”

the guy leaned against the door frame, coming closer to you. toji pulled you back so you fell back against his chest. “i’m her boyfriend.”

“wh-what?” you were about to fight toji. trying to turn around to protest but toji held you in place. “so, back off.” he threatened with a glare. 

the guy backed off, throwing his hands up, surrendering. “damn, sorry man. i didn’t know. well, here’s some candy. enjoy your trick or treat y/n.”

you rolled your eyes and said a quiet “thank you.” you bent down to pick up the candy in the plastic jack o'lantern bucket. you noticed the guy backed away to look at your breasts almost spilling over. you knew toji would not like it. you heard toji grumble in the back of you. but you also noticed that when you bent over your ass by accidently grazed against toji’s dick, you felt it was hard! “c’mon baby. let’s go.” he grabbed your arm, dragging you away. 

you both walked without saying a word. most of the streets were empty, people heading home. toji acted weird, walking in front of you this time, which was something he didn’t do this whole time. 

“daddy?” you called out to him. 

“i can’t believe how you acted. the way he looked at you.” you saw toji rub his temple and bang the fence beside him with his fist. 

“it wasn’t my fault! he was the one all up on me. i was an innocent bystander. what was with the whole, oh i’m her boyfriend?” you imitated him. 

toji turned around, anger evident on his face. “sweetheart, i saw the way he looked at you, daddy knows that look. when a man wants to ravage a sweet girl. the way he looked at you made me so angry, so disgusted.” toji’s jaw clenched. “if i said i was your boyfriend, i knew he would leave you alone.”

you were so done. you shook your head and resumed to walk, wanting to be ahead of him and by yourself. you shoved against him, “whatever. i can’t stand you! i try to like you! try to give you a chance! you think you can play with my feelings and emotions. the way i feel!”

toji grabbed you and picked you up to press you against the fence, like earlier. caging your body. 

“not again with this!” you tried to push him away from you. 

toji clenched the sides of your head and dipped his head to press his feverishly lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, heated. the smacking of lips. you tried to not move your mouth but you couldn't help it. you needed to kiss him. you wrapped your tiny arms, compared to his, around his head to deepen the kiss. 

“daddy, i want you.” you moaned in the kiss. 

“i know baby. i know.” his tongue dragged into your mouth. fighting with your tongue. both breaths hot. moaning and groaning. teeth gnashing. your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. your body was automatically attracted to his, wanting to be pressed against him. 

“we shouldn't do this.” you said. 

“i know.” toji agreed. but then his lips went to your neck. you suck in the air as his plump lips touched the vein on your neck. he could feel your pulse, how rapid it was. you were excited. you wanted this so bad now. 

“you know i hate you so much,” you pushed toji’s head closer so he was licking all your neck. 

“i never hated you. i’ve tried to fight this feeling. but you are so stubborn, such a bad girl.”

you dragged his head back to your lips. you bit his lip. the flesh between your teeth as you dragged it out. eyes directly on his. 

toji picked you up, desperately, his hands under your ass, groping and squeezing your flesh. “you in this outfit. fuck. you really were testing me baby. daddy wanted to fuck you really bad.”

you grinded on his hands. loving how thick they were and veiny. he was very handsome as much as you hated him. “please daddy, fuck me. make me yours.” your eyes were innocent.

toji finally ripped his eye mask off, so his face was plain. you wanted to see his real, raw emotions while he fucked you. he held you with one hand, kissing you sloppily, while the other hand was starting to rip your leotard. “daddy, i’m not wearing underwear! everyone is gonna see me.”

“over my dead body,” he growled. “i’ll rip my costume and wrap it around you.” he ripped the fabric of the leotard that covered your pussy. 

when it was finally gone, you shivered slightly from the cool october air hitting your wet pussy. “i’m cold.” you pouted. 

“don’t worry. daddy, will make you all warm.” toji smirked as his thick fingers slowly touched your cunt. you gasped from the touch then hummed at the feeling. he knew what he was doing. “just like that.”

“baby likes this?”

“i would like it more if it was daddy’s cock.”

toji played with your wetness between his fingers then he lifted the fingers into his mouth. eye contact never leaving as he sucked his fingers dry. “wow, sweetheart. you taste so delicious. does this pussy belong to me?”

you nodded, so hot. his fingers circled your clit, making your legs shake from the nerves. he played with your folds, stretching them slightly. “you ready?”

you looked down at his pent up frustration. it was huge and it wasn’t even uncovered. “yes,” you said low. you were scared. you never fucked someone so big as him. 

“don’t worry baby, daddy will go slow for his angel.” he kissed your forehead as he unzipped. he took his swollen cock out. it was super thick, dripping already with need. he saw you that way as well. he was very much attracted to you. 

toji lifted your legs over his arms. your pussy wide and displayed for him. “look at that pretty pussy. all for daddy. it is so beautiful.”

he was wet and you were soaked. his cock slid it slowly into you. it was perfect. he fit you like a puzzle piece. it went in, inch by inch. “that’s it. take it.” his breath was shaky. you knew he wanted to fuck you hard, wanting to dive into you. but he took it slow. finally he bottomed out. 

“oh my god,” you moaned. moving your hips for him to go fast. 

“already baby! i just put it in. you naughty girl.” toji’s hips went back and forward. both of you getting wetter and squelching. skin sticking. “but if that’s what you want, my baby gets what she wants.” suddenly, toji’s hips started going quicker. he was humping up inside your cunt, your juice dripping down his cock. 

“yesss right there. fuck! yes daddy! right there daddy!” you hugged onto him. your grip tight. his balls slapped against your cunt. his thick cock was dragging in and out. this was not making love, this was pure, straight up, fucking you. he was feral. biting onto your shoulder. 

toji grunted, pounding inside you. nonstop. he was holding you and fucking you. sweat was dripping down his temple. you were pinned against someones fence, being fucked out of your mind. toji kissed you again while he fucked your brains out. loving how you clenched around him. how tight you were. 

“god i feel so full, daddy,” you cried. 

“that’s okay. take it. take it.” toji noticed how you pulsed around his dick. he loved how every time his cock came peeking out of you it was covered, drenched with your cream. you looked so perfect. so angelic. breathing harshly, trying to take all of him. lips puffy, eyelashes thick with tears from the stimulation. your hair was starting to stick to your skin from the sweat. you looked like his favorite vision. he wanted to remember this moment. paint a picture of you this way. his tongue licked inside your mouth, opened mouths making out. his cock and pounding didn’t stop. it went faster, fervently. needing. it was unstoppable. he was unstoppable. if someone was watching let them. you were worth it. he didn’t care in that moment about your mother, he wanted you. wanted to take you to a lair and fuck you everyday every second. you were his drug. 

“daddy, i don’t think i can last longer. i’m gonna cum!”

“go ahead baby. cum for daddy.” he growled as his forehead rested against yours. wanting to see your face. wanting to see how you looked as you took all his seed. 

“ahhhhh!” you shook, grasping onto toji’s shoulders. 

toji didn’t stop. he loved to feel your goopy-ness drip on his cock. it was warm and felt like a  velvet blanket of a waterfall onto him. 

“i’m so fucking lucky,” he whispered to you. “shittt, fuck,” he grunted as he finally came. not able to last because your pussy walls pulsed against his shaft, milking him for everything he was worth. 

“i love you daddy. thank you daddy, fuck,” you kissed him again. it was sloppy, disgusting. saliva everywhere. but you wanted him to know you were his but if he could be yours. 

“i know. i know.” he moaned against your lips. he was still into you and when you both calmed down he slipped out of you. before you could even ask him anything, he ripped his top in half and wrapped it around your hips. he held onto your hand to walk with you but you tripped. you were too weak and held still on the fence.

“i got you.” toji picked you up bridal style. “how bout we cuddle on the couch and watch spooky movies?

your tiny hands touched his face in a feather like touch, “okay. also, i don’t hate you as much.”

toji walked with you cuddled in his arms, he was smirking. “i know.”

#cry baby *🧸* #jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fic #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro toji x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji

[jaycewrites-192000]

Heartbreak

Summery: Little sis experiences her first heartbreak and doesn't come home. How will the twins react?

Paring(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

Rating: SFW

Warning(s): Angst(happy ending), harsh language, two-year timeskip, no one dies

While the Kawata twins were protective of their younger sister, they could not control her every move. They had no real say in what their sister did in her personal life, especially when it came to her romantic relationships. But that doesn't mean they wouldn't step in whenever they felt that their sister was being taken advantage of.

However...when they did eventually have to step in, they wouldn't have until it was too late...

"A date?"

A tall male tilts his head, his scarred lip slightly pouts in concentration. "You actually let your sister go out with someone?" He laughs. The young man from across the counter readjusted his hair net, already feeling a headache coming along from how tightly it pressed his blue curls to his scalp. "Hakkai, I can't keep my sister from dating someone." He turns to meet his eyes. "But I'll kill him if he hurts her." His voice deepened into a more intimidating one.

"Hey! Hey! You're starting to sound like me, little bro!" His older twin spoke up from one of the tables he was cleaning. "W-well, I think it's great that you're so trusting of her." A blonde male said nervously. "Of course we trust her Takemitchy." Said the younger twin. "But that don't mean we trust who she's with."

"Damn right!" His brother yelled. "I can tell that motherfucker got tricks!"

"Smiley, don't scare the costumers." The blue hair twin says calmly. "But yeah, I agree."

"Then uh...why not stop her?" Takemichi asks. "If you have a feeling he might pull something?" The younger twin leans on the table. "We tried. Then sis got all up in our faces about it." He explains. "But that's what happens when you fall in love with someone. You'll defend them to your last breath, even if they treat you like shit. As her brothers, we can only do so much. She's our family, but family can break apart when it comes to stuff like this. So we're taking a step back...for now."

"Angry, you want him dead just as much as I do, yeah?" Smiley asks. Angry nods. "But we promised not to get involved." Angry further explains. "Not until we're really sure about our suspicions. We might end up doing more damage."

And that's how it was from the start, the twins agreed to stay out of it. They would only get involved if their sister told them just what was happening, and if not that, if they saw it happen for themselves...

Later that night, the twins were awaiting their sister's return. She should have been back hours ago, it didn't help that she didn't so much as call or text either one of them. Now their frustrations turned into worry and concern.

"Still nothing." Angry said as he moved his phone away from his ear. "You?" Smiley shook his head, his grin haven faltered. "Nope. Looks like we're gonna have to take matters into our own hands." Angry nods, the hand that he held his phone shook as he placed it back into his pocket. Without another word, the twins left their home, and hurried onto their bikes. They raced off into the night, in search of their little sister.

The very first stop, was Y/n's boyfriend's home. Smiley and Angry didn't need to find out from her just where he lived. They knew it as soon as they started dating, because of course they did. Why wouldn't they? As overbearing as it was, they were grateful for their paranoia and suspicions in the long run.

The two hopped off their bikes and walked up to the entrance of the house, Smiley banged on the door. "Tanaka! Get your ass out here!" He yelled, not caring if he was disturbing the neighbors. After a minute, the two could hear the door unlocking, opening to reveal Y/n's boyfriend, Tanaka.

"Oh shit-"

"Yeah you better believe oh shit." Smiley grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him as he walked, Angry was quick to follow. "Hey man! Wait a second! Just wait-" Smiley threw Tanaka up against a near by wall, still clutching onto his shirt. "Where the fuck is our sister? Huh!?" Smiley yelled, grinning, teeth bared like a feral animal.

"And I suggest you answer quick, motherfucker. My little bro is getting antsy." Angry glared at Tanaka, tears brimming his bright blue eyes. Tanaka raised his shaking hands defensively. "I-I don't know man!"

"Wrong answer!" Smiley delivered a strong left hook to Tanaka's face. Blood dribbled down his face from the sudden impact, Tanaka whimpered in pain. "Last chance! Where the fuck is she!?"

"L-Like I said!" Tanaka whimpered. "I don't know! She left after I..."

"After you what!?" Smiley growled. "I-I broke up with her! That's all! I swear! I don't know where she went! I swear!" Smiley yanked Tanaka off the wall and threw him down to the ground. Tanaka groaned as he hit the hard ground, he curled in on himself, incase Smiley continued to beat him.

Instead Smiley stormed back to his bike. But before Tanaka could rest, Angry crouched down to his level, in a soft voice he said. "If I catch you around her again...I fucking kill you. Got it?" Tanaka nods furiously, blocking his face from any blows that he might receive from the blue hair demon.

The twins head back home, hoping that in the time they were gone, their sister would have return. To their surprise, they saw their leader leaning against his bike in front of the house. The twins parked before approaching him. "Mikey-Kun? Why are you here?" Angry asks. Mikey smiles. "Just dropping off your little sis."

"She's here!?" Smiley gaped. "Yeah, Emma brought her back to our place. She looked in pretty bad shape. Something happen?" Mikey asks. "Her piece of shit boyfriend dumped her." Angry answers.

"Yikes. I suck at relationships, good thing she didn't tell me anything about it. I would be no help at all." Mikey laughed.

"Thanks for bringing her back. We owe you big time." Said Smiley.

"Don't think nothing of it. Just helping out some friends." Mikey got on his bike. "I'd go easy on her, see you around." He said before driving off. The twins looked at each other before heading inside.

They walked to their sister's room and knocked on the door. From inside came a faint, "come in". The twins walked inside her room, their sister was laying in bed, covers up over her head. Angry was the first to speak. "Hey, you alright sis?" He asked softly. There was no answer. "We know what happened." Smiley said next. "Just so you know, we took care of the bastard."

Y/n poked her head out from the covers. "You kicked his ass for me?" She asked. The twins nodded. "Damn right. He broke our sister's heart, he's lucky we didn't kill the fucker." Said Smiley. Y/n smiled slightly. "Thanks you two. I just...I just don't know what I did wrong. I was so good to him. And he just dumps me out of nowhere!"

"Asshole." Smiley muttered. "He doesn't deserve you sis. You are way too good for the likes of him. He was a pussy anyway."

"Smiley's right. He didn't even put up a fight. He practically pissed himself when he saw us." Said Angry. Y/n chuckled. "He did, huh?" She sat up and wiped her teary eyes. "He never was much of a fighter."

"He couldn't protect you while we weren't around. You're better off." Said Smiley. "Eh." Y/n shrugs. "I got you two to protect me until I find someone who actually has some balls." That made the older twin laugh. "We'll make sure you pick the right guy next time." Said Angry.

"Oh no. You guys will chase everyone I meet away! I'll make that choice then let you guys make your examinations afterwards."

"You won't like our opinion either way." Angry muttered. "Hey as long as you don't kill them." Says Y/n with another shrug. "No promises." Smiley tells her.

"How about we take you to your favorite arcade? Will that cheer you up?" Angry asks. Y/n nods her head. "It would." Smiley pats her head. "Alright then, first thing tomorrow we'll go. Until then, get some sleep." The twins started to walk out of the room.

"Hey, you guys?"

The twins turned back.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you both."

The twins both smiled. "Anytime sis."

#nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

[vashtijoy]

when is a rival not a rival?

I want to have a look at the word that’s used for rival here. That’s 好敵手 koutekishu. Also, let’s talk a bit more generally about how Akechi relates to Joker.

First of all, look at those kanji. We’ve got 好, meaning liking, preferred, good, pleasing, or even love. We’ve got 敵, “enemy”. Lastly, we’ve got 手 for arm or hand, but that’s part of the base word 敵手 tekishu—a rival or an enemy, or one of two well-matched enemies.

So what do we get if we make it a “good enemy”, a koutekishu? ejje.weblio tells us it’s an arch-rival, or a worthy opponent. It is distinct from the English word ライバル, “raibaru”, in that it doesn’t mean “a nemesis who is always at odds with you”. raibaru is the word Joker and Akechi typically use—a semi-friendly “let’s get each other”—but at these two intense moments very near the end, it gives way to a statement of something very much more. 

koutekishu is an old word. It gives the statement a formality; it gives it weight; it gives it a literary quality. Note that this isn’t Akechi saying this, with all his formality; it’s Joker. And the more common equivalent usage today is いいライバル ii raibaru—literally, “good rival”, with the 好 of koutekishu substituted for ii, meaning “good”. Does that more modern usage appear anywhere in P5? Well, yeah, since you ask.

Akechi こんな立場じゃなきゃ、いいライバル同士になれたのかもね⋯ konna tachiba ja nakya, ii raibaru doushi ni nareta no kamo ne... Under different circumstances, we could have been great rivals... or perhaps even friends. [lit. If we weren’t in this situation, maybe we could have come to share a worthy adversary relationship.] Imagine if things had been different. The fun we could have had, fighting each other. We might even have been friends.

ii raibaru doushi ni nareta means “we could have become each other’s worthy adversaries”. and it is so stunningly hard to put into sensible English that I’m just going to take liberties out the wazoo with my own translation, which is the bit in bold.

“great rivals” looks like a misreading of ii raibaru. But I like the localisation’s “rivals or perhaps friends”; it sums up the nature of a “worthy adversary”. You like them, you respect them, or you find them fascinating; you wish they could fight alongside you, but because of irreconcilable differences, you oppose them forever. Don’t forget Akechi’s repeated “you truly are interesting”, 君は面白い kimi wa omoshiroi and variants: “you’re interesting, you’re fun!”. Akechi thinks Joker is fascinating. “You’re so interesting” is something I’m sure he says to a lot of people he needs around, of course—but over the course of the year, it becomes true.

So Akechi takes a moment here to think about what might have been, before he puts it behind him—forever, as he intends it to be.

akechi and his reluctant worthy adversary

[oh so many screencaps below the cut]

Akechi’s language repeatedly hammers home this idea of the “worthy adversary”.

Here’s confidant stage 7. This is the first of the four end stages, where everything goes to shit: Akechi has his kill order, we’re into Sae’s palace, and the plan is in motion. Yet in this confidant stage, he seems to give Joker not one but two chances to back out—that is, of course, to prove unworthy of him. Because, as long as Joker is worthy, this fight only ends when one of them is dead—and if Joker is unworthy, then he isn’t deserving of Akechi’s attention or interest.

First, he tells Joker things are in motion that he cannot control—or perhaps, that neither of them can control. Maybe it’s yet another of the parallels he sees between the two of them; Akechi’s path, after all, has struck quite a few obstacles he likely never intended, of which Joker is only the most recent—because back in July, he was still telling the SIU director that the Phantom Thieves would inevitably self-destruct, without his direct involvement. Things are far more complicated now (don’t forget confidant stage 8 is next), but this is still not where Akechi intended this to go, earlier in the year.

Note the sad sprite. I come and go on these; I used to think the very emotional sprites were always performative, but I think I’ve changed my mind. This seems like a point that’s genuinely bothering him, that he has to manage away.

Then there’s the next one, at the end: Akechi offers Joker the chance to dump his friends, do a heel turn, and join him. You can’t actually do this; he seems kind of shocked that he’s misread you, if you agree to think about it. But he wants to see if you would do it:

Of course, Akechi can’t accept, even if he really wants to; even if Joker turns out to be kind of a slimy turncoat there being room for only one of those per game But (and this is to do with quite another facet of Akechi) by giving Joker two chances to back out, Akechi has done something else: he’s shifted the responsibility for Joker’s death onto Joker. Joker’s had every chance to walk away, and he hasn’t done it. You can’t say Akechi didn’t try—and now their fight is going to go all the way....

Here’s the “worthy adversary” chat, from the same scene. Akechi gives Joker the “we are so similar and yet we are on opposing sides” speech. They are, of course, and some of it IMO really is because Akechi is playing detective:

Lastly, here’s confidant stage 8, with Akechi adopting his fucking side-on "I will shoot you now” pose to throw the glove, lol:

Like, seriously: 

SERIOUSLY:

anyway I do love all of this. From the end of confidant stage 2 onwards, this is the softer side of what’s going on in Akechi’s head. This is how, until he’s stripped of his masks in the engine room, he is interpreting their whole relationship: Joker is Akechi’s nemesis, his equal and opposite, the only one who can match him—but who he can never allow to match him. Joker is Moriarty to his Holmes—because it’s all part of his detective fantasy, one of the fantasies that inflates him.

And as long as all that is there, he can’t properly see anything else he may feel. Everything that happens goes into that framework for him, where he’s caught up in a great rivalry with one of the very few people he truly notices. While Joker, of course, is down for the rival thing, but can’t approach the intensity Akechi affords it, because... well... I think we all know why.

#persona 5 #shuake #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #goro akechi #japanese language #p5 meta #how do i always forget the meta tag

[swanimagines]

Part 2 of this so read that first if you haven't yet. If you're not sure, a little reminder: reader is Alex's cousin who's trying to help Dream escape after Alex ate his words about it.

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x gn!reader

Word count: 595

@angelofdarkness2468 asked to be tagged on this (reminder I don't do character taglists but I can tag people on occasional pieces that caughts their eye, like part 2's or a piece I'm showing a snippet of, and of course serieses would have taglists if there's ever gonna be a series in my blog).

Your heart was still hammering in your chest even when it had been ten minutes after you walked out of that basement. You hadn't heard any sounds from the basement which made you think of all the other options there might be, it looked like breaking the summoning circle hadn't been enough.

So now you were pacing back and forth along the courtyard, abusing your brains with all kinds of plans you could come up with. One idea didn't lead to another, though; each time something would click into place but then again nothing seemed right or practical so far. And as soon as you'd get a grip on an option you immediately discarded it for some reason or other.

But then your uncle's scream suddenly appeared into your mind. The one that had scared you half dead a couple of years ago.

"You can't sleep on duty! Haven't I told you already?! Imagine what that thing would do to all of us if you fell asleep, you would doom us all!"

You smirked.

***

"Oh Y/N, you're such a sweetheart," Louis sighed as you presented him and Oliver with fresh sandwiches and coffee. "You're sent by gods, I swear."

You risked a glance at the man imprisoned, feeling his eyes on you and smiled. "Something like that."

They began munching down their sleeping pill-infused sandwiches and equally fortified coffee, and you nodded.

"My dear cousin wants me to keep talking to the prisoner, so please excuse me. Enjoy your meal and lay back, I'll keep an eye on the prisoner." You gave them a smile before making your way back to the man, whose eyes were on his guards, and then slowly shifted to you again.

"Hi," you greeted softly, smiling at him once more. His face remained blankly expressionless, but you took him looking at you as a sign he was listening to you. Also the fact that you saw his brow twitch ever so slightly in curiosity, even when no other reaction came. You looked down to see the summoning circle still broken and sighed, lowering your voice even further. "I thought that'd be enough, but guess not."

You couldn't tell whether or not you succeeded in breaking whatever magic they used to put him under, though from what little you could understand of it, the circle was an essential part and without it, him escaping could be easier. At least in theory, you were no mage and you had never participated in your uncle's practices.

The man looked down at the smudged part of the circle as well, and then glanced at the guards who had now finished their sandwiches and were now sipping their coffees while reading the newspaper.

"Are you able to break through if they fall asleep?" you asked, your lips basically just moving and not much sound coming out, but you knew the man heard it as he turned his eyes on you again. And something in his eyes confirmed your question even when his facial expression still didn't change, and you smiled triumphantly at it. "Good."

His eyes shifted back to the guards again and you followed his gaze to see Louis yawning. He turned back to you, and you could once again read his words from his eyes.

You should leave.

"Okay." You nodded and quickly turned to make a few steps before pausing for a moment. You took a deep breath before speaking softly. "I'm glad we met," you added quietly before continuing to walk, just in time to see both guards dozing off.

---

Part 3

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[doitforbangchan]

I'd Rather Overdose

Mingi x reader who is an addict

TW: Drug use, alcohol use, addiction, angst, cursing, not a happy ending.

This story jumps around time a lot, but I don't think its hard to follow.

Not proof read. We die like men

Listen along while reading for the full experience.

Can't let go I can't let you go I try but I always know  I wish you was holding me close  Can't be without you I'd rather overdose

Mingi watched you practically melt into your couch. He should have known better than to hope you'd be sober when he came over. There were multiple empty alcohol bottles on your coffee table in front of you. Sighing he made his way to your drooping form. “Come on Y/N. We gotta get you to bed.” 

You blearily looked up at him, noticing him for the first time, with a smile now gracing your face at the sight of your lover. “Min you made it.” You weakly held your arms up for him to grab you.

“Yeah Y/N” He scooped you up and felt you nuzzle into his chest. This is the you he can't live without, the sweet you. “I always make it to you.”

When your fucked up on them pills you can’t hear me cry Without them your sick and we both know why  Pint after pint till the well runs dry  If only you loved me like you love getting high 

You were shaking, your whole body alight with the motion as if you couldn’t control yourself. He knows you can't. 

“When is enough enough, Y/N?” He could see the withdrawals setting in hard. 

“I’m f-fine Mingi. I’m just a little sick. It’s just the flu.” 

Yeah. Just the flu. That's why there were scattered pill bottles littered around your apartment. Bottles with other peoples names on them. That's why your hand mirror was lying face up with a razor blade on it. Sure, it was just the flu. 

Suddenly grabbing your mouth, you ran towards your bathroom barely making it in time to let out the contents in your stomach. Not that there was much.  He stood in the doorway and witnessed your downfall onto the floor. Mingi couldn’t just let you suffer there alone so he pulled your hair out of your face and rubbed your back.

I know that you hate me and I hate me too I can't get over what I did to you  You tried to help me and it wasn't going through  I hope that you miss me cuz I miss you too 

Mingi couldn't take his eyes off you from across the club. He hadn’t known you were going to be here with your friends or he wouldn't have come out with his. Even in the dark club he could see how run down you looked. Worse than the last time he saw you, a few months earlier when you were throwing him out of your home. 

This time you looked like a shell of your former self. He watched you pound shot after shot as if it was water. He felt the guilt creep in as he watched. He couldn’t help but wonder if you getting this bad was his fault. Mingi only wanted to help you. He thought rehab was going to be the solution to your addiction. In hindsight maybe an ambush with your parents who you haven't seen or talked to in years wasn’t the answer but he only meant well. He didn’t know it would lead to you saying you hated him and you wanted him out. He could still feel your small fists colliding with his chest. 

Mingi saw your head turn in his direction. Your eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to focus when they landed on him. There was a saddened look in your eyes now that you’ve noticed him. Turning back to your equally as wasted friends you tipped another shot down your throat. Mingi hoped you missed him at that moment, like he missed you. 

Please don't walk away I'm too high please dont look me in my face  You lose faith with every pill I take  I can't be without you i'd rather die today

It didn't matter anymore. The pills going down his throat proved that. If this is what it took to keep you then he would do it. Being high with you was something he was used to anyways. It’s how you met, having the same plug. It was usually only him getting pot and the occasional party drug. Pills were new to him. 

He was getting too fucked up to notice the look on your face when he swallowed those pills. If he hadn’t already taken some an hour prior he wouldn't have missed the shame that crossed your eyes at his actions. Mingi was becoming like you, for you. 

You’re too blind to see you have a disease  Love pills and whiskey more than you love me  Pint after pint erasing our memories  If only you loved me like you love smoking weed 

Mingi had you in his lap now, the smoke you inhaled previously now being transferred into his mouth. Your kiss tastes earthy, dirty almost. There was a lingering of the whiskey you had consumed mere moments ago on your breath. 

This had become his new normal. Come over and get high with you. Downing bottles of booze until you both became numb. Beggars can't be choosers, though. 

“I love you Mingi.”You were slurring, could barely get the words out. You wrapped your arms around him, relaxing into his skin. “I love you so so much. Please don’t leave me.”

He was sure you did love him. Not as much as you loved getting high, but he would take what he could. 

I can't let you go I try but I always know  I wish you was holding me close  Can't be without you I'd rather overdose

If this was the life you were going to live then fuck it. Mingi will stand with you and love you the best he could. He couldn’t let you go again. In his arms is where you belong, fucked up or not. He would rather overdose than lose you. 

A/N; I have been thinking of making this for the last few days. I do not condone drug use! be safe out there y’all

#Spotify #song mingi #ateez #no happy ending #angst #ateez x reader #ateez fic #mingi #mingi x reader #was all in my feelings today

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Till Death Do Us Part Yandere! Captain Price x Ex Wife! Reader. Chapter Two.

Authors Notes- And here I am back again with yet another chapter of Till Death Do Us Part. Sorry, it's took me so long to update this fic. Life you know? But enough rambling as you know by now I like to mention any trigger warning in my Authors notes. So, this chapter will feature Obsessive thoughts, alcohol use, and stalking. If none of this is your cup of tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly.

Now, without further ado here's Chapter Two!

Chapter Two.

Months had past since Price had finally gave in to you and signed those godforsaken papers, after months of talks, or him trying to convince you to reconsider, hell he almost begged you to change your mind and yet nothing worked. And now here he was months later watching as you gathered up your belongs. Your plants, and countless books he had bought you years ago, to your cat. He swore you loved that damned thing more than you loved him it seemed.

He leaned against the wall as he watched as you and your brother packed up your belongings ready to take them to his place. He said nothing, he had told you that you could stay but you only shook your head, a faint smile on your lips. He was really losing you wasn't he?

Watching as you gathered the last of your things you looked over shoulder at him, a sad smile on your lips. Lips he had kissed countless times over the years and now you were gone. Sighing Price pushed himself off the wall and began to pace around the nearly empty house, his house now he guessed. Christ it was quiet too goddamn quiet. No sounds of Zipper meowing by his food bowl. No sounds of you moving around the kitchen humming to yourself, no ticking of that damned grandfather clock.

This isn't a home... Price thought, anger forming in his chest. Not anymore. However, this was far from over. He had t come up with a plan to get you back, one way or another. You were going to be back in his arms once again.

***

Another couple of months passed. And you were slowly adjusting to your life as a free woman as your sister-in-law had called it. And you were at a loss as to what you should do now? Should you take up a hobby? You always said you would like to take up writing, you had always wanted to publish a novel or two you loved reading in your spare time when you were married so why not? Sadly it was easier sad than done really. Sighing you got up and entered the kitchen, Zipper at your feet meowing, his big blue eyes looking up at you as if to tell you that his food bowl was empty.

And that was true...sorta. But you knew better you had fed him not even an hour ago. Shaking your head at him as you dumping the contents of your mug into the sink, before looking around your small apartment, you could unpack, but honestly you weren't really feeling it, perhaps a walk would do you good. Nodding to yourself you grabbed your sweater and tugged it on before heading out the door. Perhaps this fresh air would get you out of this slump. Grabbing your keys you stepped out of your apartment, and into the cool evening air.

Out for one of your little walks, Y/N? Price thought as he watched you from his truck, a frown etched on his face. Hadn't I warned before that going out at night was dangerous? And he had countless times and yet you always insisted on going for walks a night. And of course there were times when he would accompany much to your annoyance but he knew how dangerous the world was knew what lurked around every corner. Knew that if he so much as left you alone someone would take you away from him. So here he was watching you as you went about on your way. Completely unaware that he was watching you.

How were you fairing since the divorce? Did you have those lonely nights like he did? Sitting at the edge of his bed unable to sleep , his thoughts nothing of you, memories of the times the two of you spent together. You haunted him, and if he was being honest? It was driving him mad. He needed you back. Taking a puff of his cigar he continued to follow after you, scoffing at how unaware you were, if he so wanted he could snatch you up without warning. And maybe he should, snatch you up, lock you away so that you never leave him again.

Price watched as you disappeared into a little cafe. Obviously you needed a hot chocolate. Your favorite. Leaning back in his seat Price watched you through the window of the cafe as you talked with the cashier, laughing at something they said, his heart skipping a beat when he saw you laugh, he missed your laugh. God how he wished he heard hear it. To be the one that was making you laugh. He continued to watch you as you took your hot chocolate and moved to head towards the door, only to stop when the man sitting at one of the tables spoke to you, Price watched as the two of you continued to talk, anger swelling in his chest as he saw you laugh.

I think I've seen enough. He thought, before pulling away from the curve and driving home.

***

"You all right, John?" Laswell's voice cut through Price's thoughts the very next night, her eyes glued on her friend, noticing that he had dark circles under his eyes and he just looked exhausted. She knew the divorce had been hard on him, she knew he had done everything in his power to keep you, everything except dropping to his knees and begging you to stay, that is.

"I'm fine..." Price said. Taking a sip of the beer that was sitting in front of him. A lie, and he knew that Laswell knew that he was not in fact fine. Hell, the entire 141 knew that something was wrong with him he had been irritable a lot lately, snapping at Gaz or Soap without warning, hell, even Simon, who was currently sitting on the either side of him at the bar, watching him from the corner of his eyes was giving him a wide berth. And as for Laswell, she had been his friend for years, knew how absolutely devoted he was to you, and you to him, and she had been equally shocked when she had heard about the divorce.

"Have you heard from Y/N, since then?" Laswell asked.

Price shook his head. Funny, even when he tried to live a normal life, tried to bury himself in work you always somehow managed to find your way into his thoughts. He never knew how you could haunt him so. Turning to Laswell he shook his head, he knew Laswell was also your friend, and sometimes the two of you got together for drinks or dinner sometimes.

"I'm giving her space...for now."

Laswell frowned. There was something Price wasn't telling her. Something in his eyes as he downed the rest of his beer, all the while Simon watch him. No, Price was not fine, and he was going to get to the bottom of things as he watched as Price stood up, paying for his drink and leaving. Simon looked to Laswell, seeing the worry shining in her eyes. Before he too stood up and followed Price out. Intent on getting to the bottom of things.

Seeing Price disappear into his office he wasted no time knocking on the door, and was quickly greeted by Price.

"Can I help you, Simon?"

Simon said nothing as he stepped into the captains office, Price closing the door behind him as he looked to Simon.

"Funny, that's what I was going to ask you." Simon said. taking the seat across from Price.

Price looked to Simon, eyebrow arched. "What do you mean?"

"Lately you've seemed off since the divorce, snapping at everyone around you. So, here I am offering to help you in anyway I can." Simon said.

Price was silent as he looked to his lieutenant, opening his mouth he was about to help him that he was fine, that he could deal with this himself, but suddenly a new plan formed in his head, a plan that would have you back in his arms.

"Actually," Price said, taking his seat once more, lighting up a cigar as he looked to Simon. "I think there is a way you and the others can help me."

Authors Notes- Sorry this chapter is kinda dry, but I assure you think are gonna pick up in the next chapter.

#Chapter Two #Yandere! Captain Price #Ex Wife Reader #cod mw2 #tw obsessive thoughts #Tw alcohol use #Tw Stalking #Ghost wants to help

[endlessthxxghts]

Goodbye, 2023.. Hello, 2024!🥂

Hello, beautiful people.💚 2023 is now coming to an end, and although there is so much I have to say about these past 12 months at a personal level, I’ll try to keep it brief (in roughly 800 words LMAO) and stick to our beautiful fandom world I love so dearly. 

I am absolutely not new to reading fan fiction—to reading all these fucking amazing stories that keep my hyperfixations well-fed😅 As a matter of fact, for the majority of this year, that’s what my tumblr consisted of—purely reading😅 

What I am new to, however, is actually contributing to this beautiful fandom. I’ve always loved writing, and I’ve written a few tiny stories for myself in the past. I just never would’ve thought—on one random day in September—that I would post them for the world, and I never would’ve thought that they were good enough to be loved by so many of you. It baffles me—still, after every new story I’ve put out, I still get surprised and feel a tremendous amount of gratitude for the love you guys give to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I’m learning to love myself more and more every single day, and in that, I’m learning to appreciate my abilities. To appreciate the skill that I’ve honed, and in doing so, I want to give back in the way that I can—through writing stories that put the biggest of smiles on our faces that our cheeks hurt, through writing stories that we can see a figment of ourselves in it, through writing stories that make us feel a plethora of emotions but ultimately make us feel loved.

I don’t mention this often, but I am physically disabled, and because of that, I have to physically rely on another person to help me with everything—showering, feeding me, using the restroom, etc. Ever since I could remember, I vowed that I would give back to everyone in the only way I can: through my verbal abilities (hence why my career goal is to become a clinical psychologist💚), and—naturally because of that—through my writing abilities. My only hope in this world is that I can provide others with the warm and welcome feeling that I’ve been surrounded by all my life, even if I can’t take any action to do so. I’ll always find a way. 

But okay, I digress (this is me keeping it brief, I apologize). I also wanted to take a moment to specifically say thank you to those who read my work. I’ve only been posting and writing for you guys since late September—only a little over three months!—and I have nearly 800 of you constantly cheering me on and providing me with the sweetest of support I thought could never exist for someone like me. I seriously wouldn’t be here without you guys. You seriously have no clue what your words do to me; they are my driving force, the fuel that keeps me going, the hugs I need when a story gets a little too complicated for my easily-frustrated brain because I just want it to be perfect for you. Thank you. With my entire heart, my entire soul, my entire existence: thank you. I can’t wait to see where 2024 takes us. I love you all. So much. 

And I want to give a special special thank you to a few people—whether we message each other, or we just constantly have given each other unconditional support, or simply I just admire and am inspired by you—who mean so much to me. Your support and guidance as I began my journey is irreplaceable. I’ve learned so much from each of you in our own unique way, and I’m inexplicably excited to enter 2024 with you guys by my side. I’m truly honored to be able to know you, even if it is solely online. @katiexpunk @janaispunk @toxicanonymity @bearsbeetsbeskar @farmerlarrry @joels-shitty-puns @tightjeansjavi @mandoisapunk — All my love to you beautiful people, and I can’t wait to continue being one of your loudest cheerleaders throughout 2024.

And to @javierpena-inatacvest… I don’t know what I was expecting out of making my presence more known on this lil platform, but I definitely wasn’t expecting to make a best friend out of this. And I definitely wasn’t expecting a lifelong best friend, at that. You don’t know this, but you entered my life at a time that I was struggling. There was something I was missing… something I was needing. Little did I know, that something was you, and I’m endlessly grateful. Your existence in my life is truly one that is irreplaceable. I don’t know what I did to be so lucky—but whatever God or all-knowing being did this, I’ll be giving them offerings now and until the day I die. Thank you for letting me in, and thank you for letting my crazy ass be a part of your journey. I love you, friend.🌚💚

Happy 2024, everyone!! This will be our year for prosperity in every aspect of  our lives. I just know it. 

Endlessly yours, L. 💚

#endless thoughts fics #joel miller fanfiction #francisco morales fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #happy new year #i love every single one of you #giving all of you big wet slobbery forehead kisses

[gatitties]

Problem

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─ Summary: Aoba's boys have a problem and you get their attention by trying to help your friend

─ Warnings: oikawa

0 > 1

It's not like a 'story' itself, so it won't have an ending as such, although there is some continuity in some chapters, it can be read separately, the numbering is just for convenience!

"Ahh, Iwa-chan that hurts!"

He took his hands to the affected area, caressing it to try to soothe the pain caused by the fist of his best friend who had an irritation mark on his forehead, he was tired of his captain's nonsense.

“Stop teasing Kentaro you piece of shit."

While the duo of friends continued arguing, two other third-year boys laughed as they commented on things they saw on their phones, apparently they were memes. Kentaro was gripping a volleyball too tightly, he was frowning, surely frustrated by Oikawa's words and not being able to beat the team's ace, he began to mercilessly hit the ball against the wall. The first years boys, well, Kunimi was sleeping lying on one of the benches while Kindaichi desperately tried to wake him up by making all sorts of strange sounds. Yahaba and Watari were practicing at the back of the court, watching as chaos succumbed to their beautiful team, surely they were praying that the punishment would not be too much when the coach returned from attending to his business.

The echo of the door resounded above all the commotion, everyone froze when they saw the terrifying smile of their coach, they didn't know what awaited them but surely from their teacher's face it was not good at all.

"We have to talk."

"Repeat to me why I have to go."

"Because it will be super cool! Besides, you didn't like sports or something?"

"No."

"Well, it doesn't matter, you have to come with me, please!"

She begged grabbing your forearms, shaking you from side to side, her insistence winning this time, letting a long, dramatic breath slide past your lips.

"Fine, fine, but only because I have nothing to do."

"You never have anything to do."

"Shut up."

The happiest girl squealed excitedly thinking of the thousands of ways to declare herself to her supposed crush. You two walked to the gym, you calmly with your hands in your pockets while yawned and the other in a messy bundle that tried to calm down by pressing the folds of her skirt.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"Why!? Haven't you heard what I've been telling you at recess?"

"Not much, you know I was concentrating on eating, priorities."

Your classmate sighed exhausted, explaining everything again but in a more summarized way, after a few minutes you found out that she wanted to declare herself with a beautiful and emotional love letter. Too typical. You arrived at the gym where the Seijoh men's volleyball team practiced, the surprise was seeing many girls sitting there, at least it was surprising for you.

'Since when have all these people been such fanatic?'

You sat next to another group who were whispering something about a cute boy, chocolates, and love.

'It's Valentine's Day and I haven't heard? Wait a second… did I feed the cat?! Mom is going to-'

A lot of high-pitched screams hit your eardrum being dragged off by a pack of what seemed to be crazy female fans. You looked for your friend to realize that she was among all the young women, exhausted, you left there waiting for the circle to dissipate so that you could return home with your classmate. You couldn't see it until a boy with strangely spiky hair brought out the man who was apparently being harassed by the previous group who now looked disillusioned, among them was your friend who was holding the letter tightly in front of her chest. You sighed heavily when you saw the girl's expression, you looked for a second at the letter and the boy who was dragged as if he were a scolded son, the other girls had already left practically disappointed.

"Bring me that."

You grabbed the letter from your friend without letting her react in time when you started walking in the opposite direction.

"N-don't wait n-"

You ignored her, you were already only a few steps away from the boy, when you were close enough you touched his shoulder to get his attention, although you not only caught his attention, but also all the people who were there due to the discussion of the men who was stopped by you.

"Hey, I'm so sorry but he's busy."

The spiky-haired boy seemed quite tired of these situations, he really should have been paid for having to put up with all these messes.

"Iwa-chan don't be mean, she's just a cute fan."

Iwaizumi clicked his tongue letting go of his captain, waiting to one side, holding back the urge to hit his 'beloved' captain's head again, he crossed his arms watching his friend smile falsely at you who remained by his side, looking silent interaction.

"What do you need darling?"

"This is stupid" you whispered, placing your fingers on the bridge of your nose "Here, it's from her."

You pointed to your friend who was walking clumsily over there with her face red as a tomato.

“I-I-I'm sorry, s-she usually very direct."

She gave a small curtsy to the jock duo, who looked at the newcomer in confusion while you yawned scratching the top of your head.

"Hey, I did you a favor."

"It was supposed to be a romantic scene!"

"Huh? That's stupid, besides, do you even know him enough to fall in love? He seems a bit of an idiot."

An arrow stuck into Oikawa's body while Iwaizumi enjoyed the moment, he didn't know you but he already liked you.

"O-Of course I do! He's nice I just know!"

She gasped moving her arms from side to side, exaggerating her point, you just rolled your eyes slightly pushing your friend away for leave the gym.

"I'll pretend I believe you just because I want to go home."

You walked away from her taking out your phone to answer some messages, leaving your friend in a mess next to her crush, after other apologies and bows, she ran after you to catch up with. The boys' volleyball team was silent for a few moments, watching as you two walked out the door remembering the talk they had earlier with their coach.

"We have to talk." most of them remained static "you are an excellent team on the court but the training sessions are beyond me, not to mention the constant problems you cause." they all looked at each other, sharing complicit glances "Until you find a manager who can put up with your nonsense and knows how to control you, I won't plan any practice matches again."

Silence reigned throughout the court and was not broken until people interested in the sport, or a certain popular boy, began to enter.

They had a problem.

#haikyuu #haikyuu xreader #aoba josai #aoba josai x reader #reader #fem reader #reader insert #Oikawa #Iwaizumi #haikyuu x manager reader #manager reader #manager miniseries #i love this team pls #oikawa is a warning yes

[absolutebl]

hi! i graduated from film school this year & i've been reading thru ur blog for weeks now. u've talked abt cinematography before & it's a subject i'd love to hear more of ur thoughts abt. which shows do u believe use cinematic storytelling (framing, staging, symbolic parallels, lighting, color coding) to their advantage the most? shows which benefit from a rewatch/slower watch in order to notice visual details & which can be analyzed in terms of visual language. which would be ur top picks? ty!!

OOO, what a good question.

10 Best Uses of Cinematic Storytelling in BL 

Okay, I should say up front that this is not BL's strength.

Second, I work tangential to ET but my degrees are not in film studies. So, much of what I know has been gleaned from coworkers and just floating constantly in and out of the industry, I may not always use the right terms. 

The post where I get the most weedy about filming technique is actually the one where I talk about different directors in BL (their styles, camera preferences and camera angle choices, that kind of thing). 

BL Directors - Overview

Finally, for each pick, I’m going to talk first about what I liked about the story, and then how the filming technique is used to serve that. 

1. Restart After Come Back Home AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de

Atmospheric study in rural Japan meets complex family dynamics built on a romance framework of city boy meets country boy. It’s beautiful and icy sweet. Slow moving in places but ultimately worth your patience. Full review here.

This was the first BL that came to mind when asked this question. This movie highlights Japan’s sweeping atmospheric style (learned at the feet of Kurosawa) applied to a very simple little BL story about coming home. Like with HIs the move, the Japanese countryside itself is a major player and character, but unlike His this movie really makes use of its beauty as a metaphor for possibilities and acceptance. Some of the establishing shots are truly breathtaking. The use of color and shadow is also tailored without being brazen. The film uses it to contrast the the two leads, one of whom is closed off from his family and his home and, to a certain extent, life but open to love, and the other who is open to all sensation and the outside world, but closed off to love. How these two men are filmed, framed, and lit is interwoven with these traits - dependent on their internal emotional states and whether they are together or alone. Cold lighting, sometimes too direct, when they are feeling exposed or challenged, darker cool hues when they are internally reflective, warmer even angry reds and golds when they are coping with emotions around connection and intimacy with each other. And finally the closing shot of bright full day, revolving sparkles and lens flairs that’s implying a forthright acceptance and unity, not just of each other, but of themselves. 

It is, simply put, a really beautiful movie to just watch as a visual piece of art, we are so lucky it also happens to be BL. 

2. I Want to See Only You AKA Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai

This is a beautiful piece of cinema well acted, about two boys who are opposite personalities and grew up together. It is very pretty and this is the kind of atmospheric elegantly performed BL that only really comes from Japan (complete with dead fish kisses - what you thought Korea invented them? oh no). I felt like I was “supposed to like it” more than I did. Ultimately I was left feeling as if I had seen it all before. So for me this was lovely but slightly unmemorable. 

Another show that is VERY similar is His the series (I Didn't Think I Would Fall In Love AKA His - Koisuru Tsumori Nante Nakatta). Only it has a beach setting. 

I mention these two in this post and at this juncture, because they are very stylistically Japanese but lack intentionality to their filming. So they feel workmanlike in a way that I often accuse Thai BL of.. It’s almost as if in coming from Japan they can’t NOT be pretty about it. Like good filming technique is so expected, it’s part of the DNA. In actually, both these stories might have been served better if the filming were more gritty and raw, sticky, like BLs from Taiwan or the Philippines, but Japan (like Korea) doesn’t do that. 

3. Seven Days

Never doubt my ability to recommend this show. One of the best live action yaois ever made, with perfectly structured angst, fantastic characters and acting, and no problematic tropes (rare in Japanese BL). The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat there’s still some cute mutual kisses.

Seven Days pretty much used the original manga as a storyboard with just a few exceptions. And yet because it takes itself and it’s characters seriously (this in not a slapstick JBL) it’s softer and less cartoony than most Japanese live action yaoi. The color pallet is muted, and staging and farming is almsot too simplistic but somehow smooth and organic, rather than choppy or stilted. It looks genuine, not fantastical (see Korea coming up). The cuts are gentle with us, it never feels hurried or rushed, even though this is not a very long piece. It’s classy without being in your face about it.

This is spot on cinematography entirely subsumed by a story. It’s point (if ti can be said to have one) is that it doesn’t have a point of view, and therefore the story just shines. Never once will you feel thrown out by a perfect shot, and yet, every shot is perfect. This is cinema FOR story. This director trusted the script and the actors implicitly and did not feel the need to do anything fancy, which is, in and of itself, remarkable. This is like a perfectly executed piece of sushi. It doesn’t need anything, no sauce, no seasoning. The filming itself relishes its own simplistically.   

I actually picked these first 3 BLs intentionally, and all from Japan. Because I feel like they kind of show the range of Japanese cinema has when it is being subtle. By which I mean less derivative of manga and owing much less slapstick. (See something like My Love Mix Up.) 

So now let’s move into the relm of manga filming styles. 

4. Minato’s Laundromat AKA Minato Shouji Koin Randorii 

As of writing this post this show hasn’t ended yet, so not review, you can read my watch along here. But I am still picking it on the basis of the way they use doorways and transitional spaces to represent where the characters are in their different life stages and emotional development (and how they flipped that at the end). 

Also this BL is cribbed directly from the manga, shot for shot in places.

This show is an exploration of how maturity is defined under the contest of an age gap romance, roles in society, and liminality - crossing the threshold form child to adult, from fear of love to acceptance, from immaturity to maturity. The series uses characters in doorway, reaching through them, crossing them, and notions of inside spaces versus outside spaces to represent this. I talk about it a lot in my watch along so I won’t rehash here but it is actually BRILLIANT. 

5. Old Fashion Cupcake

This show had me from the moment they broke the egg yolk with the chopsticks in the opening credits. It’s about a younger man with a long cherished crush on his boss (who is ten years older and going through a midlife crisis) who decides to save and seduce said boss with pancakes. It’s wholesome, comforting, sexy, and a very necessary narrative about still having hope, interests, and openness to affection at any age. It’s coming of age/queerness packaged in a subtle critique of expectations around masculinity and love and loneliness... and it’s beautiful. Full review here.

The filming style is very much Japan’s close camera work, super tunneled into spaces, confined and almost, but not quite, claustrophobic. It’s using that to highlight how trapped by inertia Nozue feels, and how trapped by his feelings Togawa feels. Nozue in particular is filmed at home hidden, hiding, in the dark, shadowed, and withdrawn - as tidy as his place is, it (and how he occupies it) is an extension of his loneliness and self isolation. 

The cinematographer is using that in contrast to the moments of pull back and central framing when the couple is shown sitting and eating together, usually brightly lit, showing them both opening up to each other and, in Nozue’s case, to sensation. 

The very final shot of the series, with the big cheerful window, and Togawa feeding Nozue across the table is a representation of how freed they both are by their acceptance of each other. 

Not to mention the way the food is shot in this show, and how food and openness to new sensation are used (and filmed) as an allegory for sexual awakening (lust in terms of indulgence - I will never get over those hamster cheeks) and consequently (ultimately) fulfillment. 

More on Japan’s cinematic style here. 

6. Cherry Blossoms After Winter 

Korea took on early Japanese sweet yaoi but gave it their signature softness and precise production style with a STUNNING color palette (beautiful pastels and sun-saturated over-exposure), manga framing style, some traditional BL character archetypes, that tiny edge of bullying roughness and out-of-control seme, plus FINALLY a palatable take on the stepbrothers trope and it was, in a word, classic. Sophisticated and understated CBAW is not slow, it’s just subtle. 

This show is dream-like, as if the whole thing took place under cold water on a warm spring day, dappled sunlight slanting through trees above. Is there plot or peril? Not really. Do we care? Also, not really. Look, I can’t help it, I’m old school and so is this show. I grew up reading sweet yaoi, and this was THAT YAOI just on my screen. There’s no objectivity with me and CBAW. It’s a beautiful pastiche and I loved it for how it made me feel and what it reminded me of. It’s not flawless, but it is a wonderful experience. It’s like a Maxfield Parrish BL. Is the filming style serving story, I’m not sure, but it is serving nostalgia. 

7. Color Rush

A unique paranormal twist elevates this classic high school drama into a pitch-perfect allegory for the queer coming out experience and one of the best BLs of all time (I will fight you on this). 

It’s no accident that I chose so much Color Rush for my screen caps in the post on yaoi framing styles. It is SUCH a manga (yes I know, it’s Korean). The cuts from one shot to the next could actually just have stepped off the page. If  Wes Anderson did BL it’s be something like this. 

Of course the use of color is just phenomenal - the range of hoodies, and the different backgrounds. The marriage of simplistic wardrobe with simplistic setting is about precision not the mundane. How Yoo Han is using color to seduce AT ALL TIMES is intentional brutal as we are never to forget the threat this entails (our POV and this movie’s is entirely Yeon Woo). Color is the vehicle and the predator, the danger and the light, it is sexual awakening, it is being gay, it is embracing the monster within - right up to and including the color rush itself as something essentially orgasmic. I can tell you, purely on the basis of the fact that the manwha was in black and white, that this BL must be better that its source because it had color to use in its storytelling. Because it had color to play with. If that’s not the visual voice of cinematography telling me a tall tale, I don’t know what is. 

I will never get over this show. 

8. Semantic Error 

Korea hit it entirely out of the Parks with Semantic Error by doing a university set BL featuring everything we expect from BL just done exactly right. It has Korea's signature quality executed perfectly, and added bonus good story, great pacing, stunning visuals, and fantastic chemistry. You cannot ask for more from a BL, let alone a KBL. And the film team was part of this. 

Frankly I would have used screen caps from Semantic Error as much as Color Rush in that post on yaoi framing techniques, but I wrote that post too long ago. This BL owes more to its Japanese roots than any other Korean BL I’ve seen: story, characters, and filming style. That image above with the backlit windows and the empty classroom? Could have popped out of Takumi or Boys Love (would have been more blue toned though), not just classic BL but the beginning of BL. 

This is another KBL one where the use of color, particularly contrast, is incredibly strong. In this one cool vs warm tones are tools for characterization. (Usually they are used for mood, but not really in this show.) JaeYoung is usually wearing warm tones or shot in warm lighting and with warm backgrounds (reds, oranges, yellows), except when he enters SangWoo’s space. SangWoo is the opposite, almost always in cool tones and lighting (greens, blues, purples). So we get this fire and ice contrast between the two of them, with the lighting playing up who is “winning” the argument or the intimacy levels by being either warm or cool (or transitioning between them in the course of the shot). When JaeYoung manages to crumble SangWoo’s defensives, it gets warmer, when SangWoo is in charge of the narrative drive, it gets cooler. It’s very clever. 

I think Korea is particularly good that this tonal character association and mood enhancement because they use it in high concept Kpop MVs all the time. 

9. Cutie Pie

Very high production and a lot of visual references to yaoi gave this show a whiff of Japan but ultimately it stayed firmly in Thailand’s BL camp veering from absurd to appealing to annoying and then back to absurd again. If you can roll with the arranged marriage conceit and very lifestyle D/s relationships, the chemistry is spot on even if the plot is naff and sappy and driven by miscommunication. Watch this one for the pretty, give it a pass on depth. 

But if it has so little story for the cinematography to support, why did I pick it? 

I like the setting chosen (it’s no accent this is top of my list of best Architecture in BL) but I also love the clean filming style, it’s very very manga for Thailand. Cheewin does this well sometimes (see alos SCOY). Not really the best BL by any stretch of the imagination, but there is something candy bright about this one that really harkens to reading yaoi, and Thailand just doesn't do that very often. This is why I chose it. 

Wardrobe, setting, and color choices are all used to really highlight the differences between the characters in terms of age and life stage. Also Zee has really learned how to push his physicality since Why Ru U? so that his body positioning in particular just looks EXACTLY like the seme of some 2000s yaoi. 

10. Until We Meet Again 

UWMA is a work of narrative genius, and all the actors all turn in stellar performances, it is the best Thai BL from a storytelling perspective. It’s two interwoven narratives, present and past, of lovers who have been reincarnated in order to find each other again and forgive each other (and their families) for that past. 

But this is a strange one to chose for this list, since the cinematography is workmanlike at best. There’s repeat cuts and other annoying tics, and general hallmarks of New’s style as a director (which is, quite frankly not particularly stylish). BUT, one of the fun things to watch for in this BL is how New contrasts central framing with peekaboo (AKA dirty) framing with regards to the two lead couples. 

Korn & In, the past selves, are secretive, scared, and hiding everything. They are usually filmed with things dirtying the screen: walls, and other objects, so we get this voyeuristic feeling of always peeking around a corner at them, and seeing something we shouldn’t. The few times we see their intimacy fully framed it’s at night, staggered, and/or off center. This illustrates not just the secrecy but the instability of the relationship. 

Dean & Pharm, the present selves, the camera treats as a representation, in part, of Dean having learned from his past not to hide who he loves. They are often filmed full figure, and centrally framed, full lighting, bold and direct, standing upright, holding hands, or kissing. 

In other words, New is using framing techniques to highlight in a way the couples “outness,” the state of their relationship, is related to the outside world and also how they feel about it and themselves.

And there they are, my 10 picks. 

Honorable Mention: Light on Me 

The filming in this show was precision engineered. The frame was kept uncluttered, characters appeared exactly in the center, there was little visual noise, and the lighting was full on, even in night shots. To me this reflected the character of TaeKyung - honest and almost stilted in his mannerisms. I feel like the director filmed this series as if the show itself were TaeKyung: careful and clear and specific.

This may come off as one-note or simplistic to a casual viewer but it’s actually quite difficult to film something so precisely and still make it interesting to watch. It forced the viewer to focus almost entirely on the actor’s faces, their nuanced emotion, and their interpersonal relationships to the exclusion of all else. Lucky for us those actors served the lens beautifully.

There is literally NOTHING distracting about this directing style. It’s like the camera was a neutral white room, a well-lit gallery in which the narrative hung suspended for us all to stand and stare at in hushed silence.

I mention not so much because it serves up story, because it doesn’t, but because it is the opposite, it allows the story to serve itself. 

All my stuff on the BL filming side of things: 

Yaoi filming, staging & framing techniques 

Favorite Uses of Metonymy In BL 

BL Directors - Overview

Lighting

Diffuse point lighting

Backlighting & Silhouettes 

Unidirectional focused lighting 

Spotlight on romantic couple moments 

That lens flare moment 

Framing

Staggered couple framing

Linear cinematography + near perfect framing, in distance shots 

Central Aperture Framing 

Peekaboo Framing 

Acting

Favorite Subtle Character Attributes 

Ohm’s Acting 

Gun's Acting

We Best Love: Seme/Uke & Sam Lin’s Acting Screen Presence (Charisma + Experience)

Saint’s Physicality  

OffGun & The Evolution of Chemistry for a BL Pair 

Why Nanon Korapat's Acting is FANTASTIC 

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Archival Updates: Tracing, context and misrepresentation.

Hello again folks! It's been a while since my last post but I'm back to give an update on cataloging for the sources of Ugigiugi's tracing, and would like to discuss something else that has come to light during this search. I’m going to be a bit more serious for this topic as there’s been an alarming number of discoveries involved. First off, content warning: This post will contain discussions on the subject of Sexual Harassment as I’ll be discussing one of Ugigiugi’s comics and how her tracing of other's artwork changes the context of the original images.

If this topic disturbs or makes you uncomfortable, I would recommend skipping this post entirely.  However, if you can handle the discussion and the image samples, please feel free to click below.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The most obvious issue with Ugigiugi is her massive tracing history. This is well documented. As of now we have a total of 85 found sources from her tracings alone. I’m certain there is more out there waiting to be discovered and confirmed. But, I felt with number of sourced images being so high and continuing to climb, it was enough to warrant this update. The amount of tracing uncovered so far is pretty alarming and given how many different types of media/fanart/comics/etc have been sourced, she's clearly been at this for YEARS. I’ve personally never dealt with this big of a serial art tracer before in a fandom space and there's an important discussion that needs to be had on why this behavior is so damaging beyond the obvious. I’ve already gone over the differences between tracing, copying and referencing in my last big post. We know based on the current art pieces already in public that Ugigiugi had no issues with taking stuff without permission nor crediting (aside from Alchemivich's resource blog of in-game sprites) and just blatantly putting her self-insert into artwork. However there’s another trend that I've uncovered with her tracing method: Changing the context and tone of the original art in order for Ugigiugi to “create” her “fanworks”. Most of the time she tends to draw her self-insert in various scenarios but there are other things she does. Let’s go over her “Play With Us” comic featuring herself and the tweels, Jade and Floyd. Like so many other fanart pieces, Ugigiugi once again has traced and copied to create her comic. Here are the sources we have so far in a side by side comparison. I apologize for the quality of some of the images. These were sent in by various people.

Artists: (All have been added to the Artist source list!)   Picture 1 - yyy1205u, Picture 2 - 71 Picture 3 - びた / bi__ta Picture 4 - mekoorou For those who need a translation, the first image is a simple Floyd/Prefect fanart. The second image is from a three image panel where the twins are teasing Azul by hanging on Yuu and wondering if Azul will do anything. The third is a comic panel from a page that's Azul/Yuu with the twins coming in and standing by Azul while he’s talking with Yuu and playfully disrupting him. The last one is a Yuu image reference with Ace and Deuce also present. None of the original art pieces we have sourced had any connotations of “raunchy humor” if you can even call it that. Ugigiugi traced panels/images and stitched them together to make her "fraken-comic", completely changing the tone of innocent fanart and comics to make her own, ruining the original subject matter. I'll be frank: People can choose to interpret characters however they wish in fanwork, including exploring problematic subjects. This is why fandom space is separated from canon space. In the end, it's personal preference if you choose to engage with that sort of content or not. That being said there is something very wrong with Ugi twisting other’s people artwork to serve her needs for this comic. When this comic was originally called out for it's subject matter, Ugigiugi had stated it was all “teasing”. Some will agree. Others will disagree. That's not the issue here. The real issue is that the original fanworks she stole/copied from have been misinterpreted and bastardized to make her own poor crafted "comic". And the blatant tracing isn't the only red flag. While I understand that the TWST cast are marketed as the “Villain inspired or Bad boy” themed with their own personalities and flaws, there is a fine line between knowing what is “mature” teasing/flirting vs what obviously has the undertones of sexual harassment. Here are just a few samples of the comic that we will show with the undertones.

The language used and the images she drew give this comic a very jarring case of tonal whiplash given how the comic started out so innocently with the twins simply walking with her. She even has her self-insert telling the twins to stop and get their hands off her, and Floyd clearly has his hands around her neck, choking her.

There’s nothing really “teasing” if it’s obvious one side of the party is uncomfortable but then there’s a complete 180 with her self-insert's reaction that makes zero sense given how she responded a few panels ago.

It's one thing if a fan wants to explore darker and more mature subject matter with characters or cast them in roles of sexual harassers/ Yanderes/serial killers/etc. However, it’s another thing to take another artist's work and repurpose in a way that was not intended to be. That is beyond insulting. In fact, it's down right disgusting. This  "comic" was done in incredibly poor taste. It wasn’t even tagged properly. (No “S-Harrasment” warning tag, only a basic “read more” warning). Ugigiugi took light hearted fanart pieces and jumbled them up to create this total mess therefore ruining the actual context of the source materials she stole. There’s also one more thing I do have to address with this discovery!

We don’t have all the sources for every panel in this comic, and I can’t say whether or not certain panels were taken from anything 18+, Yandere comics or  other “mature” media. However, I can say that with Ugigiugi having copied and mixed in different pieces to create this "franken-comic", she’s chosen to use other people's art to present one story while the original art tell another. That adds further insult to the injury of having art stolen. Because when the context is changed, it's harder to know which tags or categories we should be looking through to find the actual sources. She has no respect for the integrity of the original art nor respects the original creator's time, effort, or storytelling within each art piece she’s taken. I’m uncertain how much else will be discovered given the amount of things we’ve found so far, but should we eventually run out of leads and can no longer find anything else; I’ll work with a few others and consider creating a tally of all the art pieces we have for an archive. We'll likely make some type of master post with all sources and side by side comparisons as proof along with the number tally. But those will have to wait until we can no longer find anything else as we’d like to find as many artists as we can for that post. So please bear in mind that! In the meantime, I would like to stress again that while I am immensely critical and dislike Ugigiugi, I’m once going to remind everyone that my findings aren’t meant to be used for harassment of Ugigiugi or anyone else who still followers her. This is merely an update for archival purposes and adding another bullet point to the discussion of why tracing is bad in the long run, especially when it comes to changing the context and tone of an art piece or a comic. ~TwstedPomeTea

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I can just see the two years of Sophie being at school without Benedict in the Meet me at Midnight AU poor Ember is knackered from sending owls along with Benedict’s constantly and him sending her flowers and treats weekly as she gets through the week and rewards for her amazing marks

Colin trying to point out other guys for Sophie and Mike and Phillip being all “dude… Cavender really? Never gonna work.” And Mike already claiming godfather dibs on their babies and asking to officiate their wedding and Colin just wanting to cry at the talk

And then Benedict turning up on Hogsmede weekends

Colin finally coming to his senses and finally realising that they’re clearly made for one another, but I can see it being something like a freak accident in Potions or something (Colin accidentally putting the entirely wrong ingredient into the potion and it blowing up on Sophie or someone deliberately trying to compromise her NEWT project) and shes rushed to either the hospital wing or it’s so bad she’s took to St Mungos (cause we know I love a bit of angst) and Benedict turning up, having been in the middle of painting completely frantic and heartbroken at it all and Colin finally getting it…

And actually it being Colin who asks Benedict if he wants to come on their interrailling tour because he doesn’t want Sophie to be sad and away from him for too long

Colin had been really looking forward to starting their sixth year of Hogwarts, specifically because with his older brother now graduated he no longer had to endure Sophie and him being besottedly lovey-dovey 24/7 as they had been throughout the second half of fifth year and all summer long. At long last there would be semblance of the Awesome Foursome as they used to be before Sophie and Benedict got together, and Colin hoped thinks would revert to normal.

However Benedict still continued to annoy his brother without being physically present as every single damn morning Sophie would stop listening to whatever Colin was saying as soon as Clement had swooped in or Ember had crash-landed with a letter in tow from her boyfriend. Eagerly she'd open it then and there and turn all heart-eyed as she read through his correspondence, which caused Colin to roll his eyes because what could they possibly have to write about to each other every single bloody day? And it wasn't just letters; Benedict would also send her packages containing treats every Friday as well as photos and small paintings he had done just for her.

As annoying as the couple was, Colin thought he at least had until Christmas before he'd have to suffer the ordeal of playing third-wheel to them back at home; but much to his chagrin on the first Hogsmeade weekend of sixth year he came to an abrupt halt as soon as he laid eyes on Benedict when the gang entered The Three Broomsticks Inn. Sophie had squealed in delight from her boyfriend's unexpected appearance and had jumped into his arms before they grabbed a table and Benedict bought them a round of butterbeer. Colin simply couldn't believe that his brother would go so far as to encroach on their Hogsmeade weekend just to spend time with Sophie, and spent the rest of the day grumbling under his breath in a sulk, which the rest of the group paid no mind to as they enjoyed their trip in the local town. For the rest of the year Benedict met them on every Hogsmeade trip and while he would happily hang out with them as a group, for a couple of hours at least he and Sophie would break off by themselves to spend some time alone, something which Phillip and Michael (like the absolute traitors they were) affably encouraged them to do.

Sophie and Benedict were still going from strength to strength heading into seventh year and while Colin had at this point become accustomed to the fact that they were very much an item, it didn't mean his exasperation caused by their relationship had eased any further. Fortunately for Colin, on the first Hogsmeade weekend of the new school year Benedict was away, and so the friendship group remained in tact without any hangers-on and it felt nice to have Sophie's undivided attention within the group again after so long. However, it didn't go unnoticed by other students that Sophie's boyfriend hadn't made it to their regular Hogsmeade meet up as he had done for the previous year.

"Oi, Bridgerton." Cavender sidled up to Colin just as they had left Charms. "Is it true Sophie and your brother are on the rocks?"

"What?" Colin asked, not having anticipated the line of questioning.

"Well he was a no-show at the weekend, wasn't he? So it's got people talking that they've broken up, and on top of that apparently he's stopped sending her letters; so have they?"

Colin opened his mouth to clarify that the reason behind Benedict's absence was because his brother had gone abroad with Henry and Wetherby to visit several European art galleries, and as a result his correspondence with Sophie had been reduced to every third day compared to their daily back and forth.

"I'm not sure." were the words that ended up leaving Colin's mouth instead. "It's between them." he shrugged and tried to ignore the growing feeling of unease forming in his stomach due to his fibbing. "Why'd you ask?"

"Well if she's been dumped then I'd be the first in line to offer her a shoulder to cry on." Cavender smirked darkly. "So if you're saying there's a chance,"

"Look, I wouldn't know." Colin interjected. "He's my brother and she's my best friend so I just stay out of it."

"No, I get you." Cavender winked at him before giving him a pat on the back and sauntering off.

Colin decided to shake off the gnawing in his stomach that he had just done something wrong, and instead opted to think that the conversation was perfectly harmless and wouldn't lead to any far-reaching consequences further down the line. And everything seemed that way until several days later when during break time in the courtyard where he was hanging out with Phillip and Michael, Sophie stormed up to him with a furrowed look of consternation across her face.

"Why did you tell Cavender that Ben dumped me?" she asked point-blankly in lieu of any greeting.

Phillip and Michael whipped their heads to Colin as disbelief contorted their expressions.

"I didn't tell him that!" Colin spluttered, since those words had never actually left his mouth.

"Well then why did he have that impression after talking to you?"

"I... I don't know." Colin swallowed, even though he knew exactly the reason why.

"Really? So you didn't give him the go ahead to hit on me and offer to show me a good time?!"

"Colin, what the fuck?!" Phillip swore as Michael closed his eyes and shook his head exasperatedly.

"I never fucking said any of that!" Colin argued, frustrated by whatever yarn Cavender had spun to Sophie.

"Well why did you let him think he could?" Sophie exclaimed.

"Look, he was just asking if you were single because he was interested-"

"And did you put him right?" Sophie interrupted. "Did you tell him that I'm in a loving relationship with your brother, or did that slip your mind somehow?"

"Sophie, I didn't encourage him!" Colin insisted - ignoring the fact that he did nothing to discourage his peer either. "But is it so wrong for someone else to show interest in you?"

He wasn't too surprised by the bewildered expression of fury pulling on Sophie's face in response to his question.

"I have a boyfriend!" she stated.

"Exactly, and he's all you've ever known." Colin replied. "All this time you've had tunnel vision for Ben and Ben alone and you've never thought to look around and consider anyone else, that there might be others out there who like you just as much or maybe even more than Ben and you're missing out."

Sophie stared at him like his head had just shrunk to the size of a pygmy puff. She glanced to both Michael and Phillip before staring incredulously at Colin once more.

"I'm in love with your brother, Colin! Why the hell would you want me to be considering anyone else?!"

"Oh so you think Ben's back home holed up in his room pining after you hour after hour? You think he isn't going out with Anthony or his mates and checking out other girls, being tempted by other girls, having fun with other girls as he waits for you to graduate school? Because if you think he isn't then you're far more naive than I thought you were. So excuse me for trying to help you realise that there's plenty of other fish in the sea for when Ben outgrows you and ends things!"

Sophie stared at her best friend, her mouth open ajar and her eyes glistening with upset from what he had just thrown back at her. Colin maintained her gaze, if only to ignore the daggers Phillip and Michael were glaring into him in his periphery. He was expecting a rebuttal, for Sophie to scream something back at him; but instead she shook her head miserably, turned on her feet, and marched off. Phillip glared at him and strode straight after her, catching up to her in seconds as they went back inside.

Colin wasn't shocked when he received a smack around the head a second later.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Michael growled at him. "Why would you say any of that to her?"

"I'm just preparing her-"

"Preparing her for what?! When has your brother shown anything other than utter love and devotion to her?"

"They're too young to be this settled-"

"Oh what, you mean like Anthony and Kate? You mean like your parents were?" Michael retorted. "Face it, this has nothing to do with you looking out for Sophie's best interests! This is just you being a massive fucking prick for no good reason!"

Michael began to storm off too before turning on his heel to face Colin again.

"And Cavender? Really? Of all people to stand back for and let them have a shot with her, that's who you gave the go ahead to? You really are a fucking idiot." Michael swore before kissing his teeth and shooting Colin a dirty glare before stalking off.

For the remainder of the term Colin had to lie in the bed he had made for himself as only Michael maintained his companionship (and Colin was sure that was only reluctantly since they shared a dormitory and sat together in most of their classes). Sophie went out of her way to avoid him at every single turn and Phillip aligned himself with her while making it clear to Colin he wasn't going to forgive him until Sophie had, judging by the stony-face he was always met with from him whenever he looked over in their direction.

Back at Aubrey Hollow for Christmas, Colin had anticipated some sort of showdown, having expected Sophie to tell all to Benedict about their falling out but much to his surprise his brother seemed puzzled by the recent division between the pair. Colin had thought he and Sophie would have to talk eventually since they would share his bedroom like they always had, but instead his parents had allowed Sophie to share Benedict's bed now that she was eighteen. It meant that there was little to no crossover between them over the course of the festive break and even if she wasn't with Benedict, Sophie surrounded herself with the rest of his family to keep Colin at arm's length. It was just as Colin was starting to think their friendship was beyond repair that there was a knock at his bedroom door and in walked Benedict and Sophie hand in hand, though the latter didn't look quite so thrilled to be there.

"Okay look," Benedict started with a sigh, giving Sophie's hand a squeeze as he looked to his brother, "I don't know what on earth has happened between you two since you both refuse to talk about it, but this can't go on. I know how much you mean to each other, you've been best friends all this time and I'd hate to see you fall out over... well, whatever it is you've fallen out over, okay? So, I'm going to leave you to talk things out and I just hope that you can make amends. Really, I hate seeing you both like this and I just don't see what could have gotten between you for this to even happen in the first place."

With one last squeeze of Sophie's hand and giving her a quick peck on the cheek, Benedict gave an imperative nod to his brother before exiting the room and closing the door after him. Silence hung between the two friends, with Colin sat on his bed while Sophie hovered in the middle of his bedroom with her arms crossed, both of them equally uncomfortable as the other.

"You didn't tell him anything?" Colin broke the pained silence.

"As much as I can't bear to be around you, I didn't want to see Ben beat you up or duel you for what you said." she replied.

He nodded, appreciative that in spite of her disdain for him that she still considered him enough to not want to set Benedict on him and upset the relationship between the brothers.

"I know you clearly don't like me and Ben being together, and I know we irritate you... but I never thought you were cruel enough to say the things you did. That you thought I was punching above my weight with Ben-"

"No, no, no, no, no!" Colin jumped to his feet, immediately concerned by Sophie's croaking voice. "Sophie, I never thought for a second you were punching with him, that's not what I think."

"Then why did you say-"

"Because I'm the world's biggest arsehole! Everything I said was just me being hurtful and pathetic for no other reason than... I don't even know why. Sophie, I really am so sorry for upsetting you and saying a bunch of things that had no weight behind them. You're right, I was cruel and I was not just a lousy friend but a lousy brother for painting Ben out to be like that just to be a dick. I don't expect you to forgive me and honestly I wouldn't blame you if you never did, but I miss our friendship so much. Ben's right, you mean so much to me and I hate not being friends with you. I just want to make things right between us again-"

He stopped short when Sophie threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, an embrace he immediately latched onto and hugged her back in equal measure, relieved by the physical show of forgiveness even if he didn't think he quite deserved it.

"I've really missed you too." she told him. "And I'm sorry for upsetting you-"

"Nothing you've ever done has upset me." he assured her. "I'm entirely at fault here, Soph. I'm just... I'm just a stupid piece of shit, really. And don't try to say I'm not."

"Well okay, if you insist." she exhaled with amusement into his shoulder and Colin was just relieved to have his best friend back and to be able to make laugh again.

Once they had returned to Hogwarts the Awesome Foursome were reunited once more, with Michael and Phillip both willing to move past the fallout now that Colin had Sophie's forgiveness, and the reunion arrived just in time as preparation for their NEWTs kicked off. Together they studied and revised and kept each other sane, though Sophie seemed noticeably distressed more than usual ahead of the exams, but that was understandable with the pressure weighing down on them all more than ever to do well.

A welcome break for the gang was Quidditch, with Colin and Michael as Hufflepuff beaters, and Sophie and Phillip as substitute Ravenclaw seeker and keeper respectively. While Colin and Michael helped their house romp to victory in their second game of the school year against Gryffindor, Sophie and Phillip were called up as last minute substitutes ahead of Ravenclaw's match against Slytherin.

When he wasn't playing for Hufflepuff, Colin was one of the student commentators and so his voice was echoing around the Quidditch pitch during the Ravenclaw versus Slytherin game, barely trying to conceal his bias for the former team with two of his best friends playing on it (regardless of his two younger sisters playing for the opposing team). Slytherin were being thrashed by the competition, with little to no chance of ever defying the odds, and their fate was all but sealed as soon as the snitch appeared and Sophie sped off to claim victory for her team. Colin boastfully narrated his friend weaving her way through the stands in her chase of the fluttering golden ball, watching her intently as she reached out to catch the snitch - but then in flew Cavender.

Cavender was one of the Slytherin chasers and yet there was a beater's bat in his hand. It would be understandable if one of his beaters had dropped it and he had managed to catch it for them, or even if he was using it to hit an oncoming bludger headed his way; but there were no bludgers at his end of the pitch. Instead he was soaring towards Sophie armed with a bat, his face red with a demonic grin; and while aiming for her, he swung.

Despite being on the opposite side of the oval pitch, Colin heard the crack as loud and clear as if he was right next to it. Gasps went up all around the pitch and across the stands and everyone watched as Sophie dropped instantly from her broom, falling like a ragdoll towards the earth below her. Someone's yelling was sounding all around, but Colin was too hysterical to realise that it was coming from him crying out into the microphone as he watched his best friend plummeting through the air - until Phillip snatched her up in his arms after making a desperate dive for her.

Colin barely even remembered how he got from the commentator's box to the infirmary, it was all a blur; all he could focus on was his best friend lying unconscious in the hospital wing as he clutched her hand. Phillip, still in his keeper's uniform, was clutching her other hand, and Michael was holding her ankle at the end of the bed; all three of them praying for her to wake up soon. Sitting on a free neighbouring bed also shaken up by the events were Colin's three younger sisters as well as Posy and Penelope as they worriedly held vigil for Sophie's health.

He didn't know how long they had been sat waiting there for any news when suddenly the doors to the hospital wing burst open and Benedict stormed in, followed after by his parents and Kate. As soon as Benedict caught sight of Sophie, Colin could see his blanched face pale even more, and Phillip swiftly moved out of the way to allow a frantic Benedict to take his place in holding her hand.

"What on earth happened?" Violet gasped as Edmund stared in horror at Sophie while Kate brought a hand to her mouth.

"A member of the Slytherin team hit her over the head with a beater's bat." Professor Danbury explained.

"By accident?" Edmund swallowed.

"No." Daphne, dressed in her Slytherin Quidditch robes, shook her head right away. "It wasn't an accident."

"He snatched Eloise's bat from her and just took off after Sophie." Posy said.

"Why would someone do this to her? Who could want to hurt her?" Violet shook her head in shock.

"Unfortunately Mr Cavender has been causing problems for quite some time now." Professor Danbury exhaled, and Colin watched the way Benedict kept his teary-eyed gaze focused on Sophie and gently caressed her face. "He's been reprimanded for several years for harassing some of his female peers, and sadly Sophie's been his most recent target."

"What do you mean?" Kate asked.

"Since the start of this term Mr Cavender has been reported for verbally abusing Sophie in the hallways, spreading false rumours about her around school, and making sexually inappropriate comments towards her."

Colin's face fell and he cracked his neck towards the headteacher, stunned by the revelation that Cavender had been targeting Sophie behind his back. Though, when he cast a look at his friends, both Phillip and Michael seemed just as taken aback by the news as he was. How on earth had none of them been aware of what was going on with their own best friend?

"What? If that's the case then why weren't we informed?!" Violet demanded to know, frowning at the headteacher for answers.

"It was other teachers and prefects who reported the harassment to me. Mr Cavender was warned and given punishments on several occasions, and I even called Sophie to my office to let her know we were doing everything we could to put an end to the situation. I told her I'd contact you as her guardians to inform you of what was happening but she begged me not to." Danbury explained. "She insisted she didn't want any fuss and that she didn't want to concern anyone undeservedly. I explained that we needed to let you know regardless but she pleaded with me not to and justified that if the situation was put to rest that nobody needed to be informed. She was so desperate for there not to be any trouble that I relented but I asked her if she was at least confiding in her friends about it, that she at least had people to talk about it with, though now I realise she really was trying to keep it all to herself, the poor thing."

Colin felt a pit burrowing in his stomach, an endless abyss of guilt that Sophie for whatever reason didn't feel comfortable or think it worthwhile to let anyone know about her ordeal by the hands of Cavender - a guy who he had essentially stood back to allow to go after her. When he looked to his brother he saw tears trickling down Benedict's face, utterly devastated that his girlfriend had been suffering in silence without telling anyone.

"Is she going to be okay?" Edmund asked despairingly to the matron as she joined them.

"She will be, though she'll be here for at least a week."

"How bad was it?"

"She suffered a fractured skull and swelling to the brain," Colin hung his head, clasping Sophie's limp hand in between his as he processed the severity of her injuries, "but I've already administered Skele-Gro and given her an elixir to ease the swelling. She'll be in quite a bit of pain when she comes round but I'll keep her medicated until she's fully healed and recovered."

As much as everyone who loved and cared about Sophie wanted to stay, the matron restricted the amount of visitors meaning the majority of them had to leave for the time being. With the matron estimating it would be a few hours at least until Sophie came round, Kate was able to encourage Phillip, Daphne, and Eloise - all still dressed in their Quidditch attire - to go change their clothes and she coaxed Posy, Francesca, Penelope, and Michael to get something to eat as well. As she shepherded them out of the hospital wing, Violet and Edmund followed Danbury to her office, wanting to witness for themselves Cavender's repercussions for his horrendous actions. It meant Colin and Benedict stayed by Sophie's bedside, sitting in forlorn companionable silence as they waited for her to wake up.

Colin kept looking from the state of his best friend, the bandages around her head offsetting the seemingly peaceful tranquility of her slumber, to his brother who was clearly suffering from heartache as he rested his face against the hand of hers he was clutching closely, intermittently pressing his lips against her hand as he willed her on to be okay. The guilt was eating Colin up inside, seeing what Cavender had done to his best friend, and all because he had been an immature brat over Sophie's relationship with his brother.

"I'm sorry." he choked out after they had been sitting there for who knows how long.

"What?" Benedict blinked a few seconds later, so fixated on Sophie that he barely registered his brother's voice.

"I'm sorry. For everything." Colin trembled. "This is all my fault."

"Colin?" Benedict frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"It's my fault she's lying here. That she's got a fractured skull and fricking swelling on the brain."

"Col," Benedict reached out and touched his arm, "this isn't your fault. It's that cretin's; he's the one who attacked her and has been harassing her. This isn't on you."

"He asked me if you two had broken up." Colin blurted out. "Back in October when you were away in Europe and didn't go to Hogsmeade, and I should have just shut him down then and there... but I was a prat, I was so stupid and thoughtless and instead of telling him you were still together I just acted like I didn't know. I never encouraged him to actually go after Sophie but I didn't discourage him either... and now he's done this to her and been harassing her all this time and it's all because of me, because I was petty and jaded for no fucking reason and... I'm the reason she's lying here." he sobbed, hating himself inherently for all the pain he had caused Sophie by giving Cavender and inch and thus letting Cavender take it to a mile.

He had never felt low, so pathetic, like the worst friend in the whole world - and then Benedict reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Colin, listen to me; this is not your fault." he intoned.

"It is-"

"No it's not. Cavender is the scum of the earth. He's the one who's inflicted his harassment on her, he's the one who battered her over the head; that is not on you." he insisted. "I remember him when I was still here and he's always treated girls horribly. I'm surprised he hasn't done something on this scale before to get himself expelled. I even remember when Sophie and I started dating, I caught him eyeballing us on several occasions, but now in retrospect he must have been zeroing in on Sophie. As much as it hurts to think about, I reckon he's had her in his sights for quite some time and was waiting for any opportunity to swoop in. He might have thought if we had broken up then she would have been easy for him." he shuddered.

"But if I hadn't told him I didn't know,"

"No, Col. You could have told him to get lost then and there; but does Cavender seem like the type to take no for an answer? It wouldn't have mattered if you had told him no or told him you didn't know; he was going to go after her no matter what. So please; don't you dare blame yourself for this. He's the only person I blame for this." Benedict swallowed as he sadly looked over to Sophie.

Colin nodded, accepting that Cavender was a nasty piece of work and knowing if the roles were reversed he wouldn't let Benedict or anyone else blame themselves for the awful actions of a reprehensible monster.

"But I am sorry for how I've treated you guys." Colin said, needing to make his apology known while he had the chance. "I have been such a dick towards you two when you didn't deserve it."

Benedict stewed on his brother's apology for a beat, rubbing his thumb against the back of Sophie's hand as he watched her pensively.

"Can I ask why you were so rattled by us being together? Do you think we're not going to work out or is it feeling like a third wheel,"

"I don't even know." Colin shook his head. "I was just shell-shocked when I found out you were together. I just never once thought you two might ever get together or considered anything of the sort, so it just threw me through a loop. I didn't know how to process it. Then I guess there was a bit of jealousy that you stole my best friend from me... but I was just being an immature brat, I know that now. I just clung onto that petty resentment even when everyone else was telling me to get a grip and chill out."

"Well, I am sorry for upsetting you." Benedict said sincerely. "If you felt betrayed we didn't tell you first, or even admit to you that we had feelings for each other before we got together. Maybe it might have been better if we had."

"It might have done... but I honestly think I was just... just being a child about it all." Colin admitted with a sigh. "Because when you two got together we came back to school and the dynamic changed. You two were always together, you were always tagging along with us, and then Phillip started going out with Lucy, and then Michael started dating anyone and everyone; and suddenly we were less of a friendship group doing everything together and everyone was doing what they wanted to do... except me."

"But you've dated people too." Benedict noted.

"Yeah but only because everyone else was so I thought I might as well. But all I wanted to do was hang out just the four of us, like it had always been... I think I was basically too scared of growing up and falling behind, and I think I placed that blame on you and Sophie because if you hadn't got together... I don't know, maybe we'd still be the Awesome Foursome and doing everything as a group, but that was unfair of me to view it like that. And besides, changes are going to happen no matter what, that's life I know... I've just got to deal with it better."

"It's okay, you know. To be scared by change. It's perfectly natural." Benedict told him, his tone as kind and brotherly as it had always been whenever he had given him advice. "Just talk it out. Whether that's with mum and dad, or your friends, or me; we're always going to be here for you whenever you get scared. You know that, right?"

Colin nodded and shot him a small smile. "Thank you."

"Any time." Benedict smiled back, relieved that they had at long last talked things out.

For several minutes they silently revelled in the progress they had made in rebuilding their relationship after nearly two years of the unspoken divide that had grown between them, both of them glad that they were united and had someone to lean on as Sophie rested between them.

"Um, did Sophie mention to you that us lot were thinking of travelling after we've graduated?" Colin gingerly asked.

"Yeah, she mentioned it." Benedict nodded.

"Did... did you want to come with us?"

Benedict clearly hadn't been expecting the question as his head snapped towards his brother and his brows sprung up.

"Wait, really?"

"I knew Sophie had been hesitant when we were talking about it, and I know she must have been weighing up her options figuring she couldn't ask if you could come to keep the peace; but it would be stupid of me to want to exclude you."

"I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable-"

"You wouldn't." Colin shook his head. "Truly you wouldn't. I might have been a dickhead and in denial for the longest time; but you make Sophie happy and she makes you happy. You've both been happier than I've ever known you ever since you've been together, and I don't understand why I tried to stand in the way of that - man, I've been such a dick." he huffed with vexed mortification of himself. "I love you both so much and all I want is for you both to be truly loved and utterly happy; and you're the happiest when you're together. So please come with us. It would mean the world to Sophie."

A soft smile broke out on Benedict's face and he nodded. "I'd be honoured - just don't get expect me to pick you up and take care of you when you're getting shit-faced."

"That's fine - but you've got to keep it down in the bedroom; I don't want to hear any of that for the sake of our relationship."

"Deal." Benedict chuckled.

Colin went to make another joke when their attention was stolen by the groaning from the bed - Sophie was stirring.

"Sophie." Benedict gasped and jumped to his feet, clutching her hand closer. "Sophie, are you okay?"

The groaning turned into a pained hiss and Sophie struggled to open her eyes properly.

"It hurts." she whimpered.

Without being asked Colin immediately ran off to grab the matron, leaving Benedict to reassure Sophie, gentle soothing her through the pain that must be affecting her head. When the matron accompanied Colin back to the bed she delicately explained to Sophie her injuries and told her she needed another dose of the potions that had already been administered, but warned her they had horrible tastes and would cause her some unease for a few minutes before the painkillers kicked in. Like a trooper, Sophie endured the medicines but as she settled again she winced in agony as the elixirs worked their magic.

"Squeeze my hand, Soph. As tight are you want." Benedict told her and rested his free hand on her shoulder to let her know he wasn't going anywhere.

"Same here." Colin added.

"Colin?" she wheezed. "You're here too?"

"Course I am. And the matron's gone to get everyone else. We've been so worried about you."

"But I'm going to be okay." she whimpered, half trying to comfort him, half uncertain that she would.

"You're going to make a full recovery, sweetheart. It just might hurt for a while longer." Benedict assured her and rubbed at her shoulder.

"Okay." she swallowed with a timid nod.

"Just think good thoughts, Soph. Look forward to all the chocolate we're going to get you to eat for your stay here." Colin said and smiled as soon as his mental image prompted a smile from her. "And you can also look forward to our interrailing trip. Ben's going to come with us, and we're going to have the best time, I promise you."

"Really?" she looked from him to Benedict. "You're coming too?"

"Colin invited me." Benedict told her encouragingly. "I wouldn't pass it up for the world."

"Oh I'm so glad." Sophie smiled, though winced again from the pain of the Skele-Gro affecting her skull.

"Take it easy, Soph."

"Well then, stop making me smile about what I've got to look forward to." she teased back, though it was then followed up by an involuntary cry as the potions continued burning their way through her system.

"It's okay, Soph. It's okay." Benedict tried assuring her, though Colin could see how awful it was for his brother to watch his girlfriend writhing in agony.

"I hate feeling weak." she croaked out.

"That's the last thing you are." Colin stated. "You're the bravest, strongest person I've ever met. So don't you dare think so lowly of yourself."

"Okay." she whined and when another wave of pain went through her she dropped a hold of Colin's hand and instead gripped Benedict's hand between both of hers. "Oh, Ben..."

"I'm right here, baby. I'm going to stay right by your side, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

Colin looked to his brother and in that moment he saw for himself just how utterly devoted and in love he was with Sophie; and after everything she had endured in life, that's all Colin ever wanted for her, and at long last he fully accepted that she and Benedict were meant for each other and that there could be no one else who could love her better than his brother could.

Knowing Sophie well enough, Colin knew she'd much prefer to not let anyone else see her like this because as much as she hated feeling weak, she hated being viewed as weak even more. He told Sophie he'd preempt the arrival of the others and get them to wait outside the hospital wing until she was ready for visitors, which she was gratefully relieved to hear. He gave her shoulder a reassuring rub and then made his way to the doors of the infirmary, but before he left he took one last look at Benedict comforting Sophie through her affliction, watching for a beat as his brother continued to soothe her as best as he could. Safe in the knowledge that his best friend was being cared after by the person who loved her most, Colin let out a sigh of relief and exited the room.

#asks #you wanted the angst door opened well here ya go lmao #meet me at midnight au #harry potter au

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Signed With Love (Blue Lock)

(This isn't results of the Poll- I'm working on that one this weekend aerjaejkjaer)

Heyo everyone! :D So I was talking to a dear friend of mine (You know who you are- hi bestie :3) and we got to talking about Chigiri and his ticklish knees! He's such a shy sweetheart that deserves the world, and thus this fic was written! Thank you so much friend for being such a big part of this fic and inspiring me with your adorable headcanons! :D

Summary: Bachira learns of Chigiri's knee injury and decides to investigate. While he's at it- he learns something rather interesting about Team Z's princess.

“Hey, how’d you hurt your knee?” Bachira asked as he plopped down before Chigiri; starting the redhead out of his thoughts.

“How did you..” Did Isagi tell him?

“The monster told me. He sees all.” Bachira poked one of them, smiling when the other boy shifted. “It watches you, you know? It sees you guarding your knee or rubbing it when it aches.”

“Does it now?” Chigiri subconsciously went to guard said limb, stopping himself halfway. Bachira followed the hand to his right knee, leaning in so his nose nearly touched it. “Ah, this is the problem limb. So…” He peeked up, raising his brows.

“I tore my ACL a year ago. Since then, I’ve been too scared to run on it.” Chigiri pulled it closer to him, looking at it with mixed emotion. “At least- until recently.”

One person was all it took. Isagi’s relentless faith in him still rang through his head, pushing him to finally break the chains holding him back. He felt himself smile at the memory.

“Ah yeah! You’re pretty fast too!” Bachira nodded, eyes still on Chigiri’s knee. “So where’s the ACL? Is it right…here?” He reached out to lightly trace the top of the limb, going straight down the middle.

“Mmph! Y-Yes.” Chigiri huffed, shivering at the feeling. Bachira, ever the observant one, peeked up at him with curious eyes. Without any verbal warning, he did it again.

“B-Bachira!” He squeaked, eyes widening as he slapped a hand over his mouth. Bachira Beamed.

“Oh? What was that?” He cooed, adding a second finger to the party. Chigiri twitched at the feeling, shrinking into himself as he covered his smiling face with his hands. “Was that a squeak or a giggle?”

“It wa-hasn’t anyth-hing!” He glared over his fingers, squirming when Bachira rested his entire hand against his knee. “D-Don’t!”

“Why? If it was nothing, you wouldn’t care if I did this, right?” Bachira slowly pulled his hand upward like a jellyfish rising in water. This earned him another squeak, the giggle clear as day in this one. “Oh ho ho! So you’re ticklish!”

“N-No, no I’m n-not!” Chigiri reached out, grabbing Bachira’s wrist. “I’m not.”

A brow was raised. Chigiri felt his face warm.

“Okay…maybe I am.” He ducked his head, hiding in his hair. Bachira snorted.

“Too cute…” The dribbler looked around the room, patting Chigiri’s knee as he stood. “Wait here.” Seconds later, he was gone, running across the room towards Kuon and Gagamaru.

Maybe he should slip away? It wasn’t the first time Chigiri did it. The perks of being the quiet one. Still, something kept his butt planted in his spot. Before he could reflect on it, Bachira was back, a black marker in hand.

“Hey hey- you stayed!” Bachira sounded pleased, popping off the cap. “Give me your leg!”

“Why?” Chigiri pulled it closer in suspicion, eyes narrowing.

“I wanna sign it! You know when someone breaks a bone or gets a cast? Everyone signs it and puts something nice! I wanna do that for you!” Bachira gestured to the limb, eyes dancing. “Come on, I promise I won’t draw a dick!”

“I’m not wearing a cast.” Chigiri pointedly ignored that last part. “There’s nothing to sign.”

“I can sign your pants.” Bachira tugged on the fabric in question, rolling it in his fingers. “It’ll work. Come on, I missed my opportunity when you had one! Everyone else got to sign it but me!”

“What are you- we didn’t meet until Blue Lock!” Chigiri couldn’t help but laugh, letting out a huff of stupefied mirth. “No one signed my brace- it was black; you wouldn’t be able to see it anyway.”

“That’s depressing.” Bachira deadpanned. “Let’s fix that!”

“Bachira…” Chigiri tugged at the ends of his hair in thought. The material of the pants was fairly thick, he probably wouldn’t feel it. And given how eager Bachira looked, he doubted telling him no was an option. Giving in, he nodded. “Fine. Just..don’t draw a dick.”

“Got it!” Bachira cheered, scooting closer so he was hovering over his knee. “What to draw, what to draw…Oh! Let’s start with this!” He reached down, tugging the leg of Chigiri’s pants flat before placing the marker at the tip of his knee. “Don’t move.”

Turns out, the pants material did nothing to protect him.

“Ehehe! B-Bachiihira!” Chigiri all but jumped out of his skin when the marker started moving. Waves of sensitivity shot up his leg, forcing breathy giggles up his throat. “Hohohld on, it tihihihkcles!”

“I know, we’ve established that.” Bachira winked at him, grinning like a goon as he continued drawing what felt like a smiley face. “This marker sucks! How come Kuon only ever uses dying ones? I bet he huffs them when everyone’s asleep- that’s why they’re so dry.” He went over the eyes of his little face a few times, earning a string of squeaks from the redhead. “You squeak alot, huh? You’re like a little mouse.”

“D-Dohohon’t call mehehee thahahaht! Ahehahahaha!” Face on fire, Chigiri covered his face with his hands, doubling over into the sleeves of his sweatshirt as he Bachira continued detailing his design, adding little cheeks to the smile and deepening the outline. “Iiihihihihis it dohohohne? Ahehahaha, Plehahahhase tehheehll me it’s dhooohohne!”

“Not yet, Miss Impatient! I need to sign it!” Bachira snickered, shaking the marker beside him to get more ink. “Let’s see, should I use my full name, or just my last name? Oh- should I include my Monster’s name too? It gets pretty sad if I don’t.”

“Whahahat’s the moohohnster’s name? Chigiri peaked over his fingers.

“Maleficent Oliver Notorious Salvador Techrise Exorciser Rondha the Fifth.” Bachira smiled, laughing hysterically at Chigiri’s wide eyed shock. “I’m kidding! Its name is George. Back to the signing!”

“Wait, noohohohoohoho! Bahahhahhachira!” Chigiri squeaked in laughter when the other boy attacked his knee again, drawing out the letters of his name one thick letter at a time. “Dohoohohohon’t puhuhhhuuhut yoohohohur fuhuuhuhull naahhahahahme!”

“Relax, Chi, I’m just putting ‘Bachira’. With these small knees?” He wiggled his fingers against Chigiri’s leg, making him jump. “I can barely fit my name as is. Okay, B…A….C…or was it an H…?”

“Ahehahahaha! B-Bahahahchira!” Soft hiccups mixed with Chigiri’s giggle fits, resembling the squeaks he was making- just softer and higher pitched. “Juhuhuhuhust ihihihinihihiitial!”

“But I already wrote half my name! Hang on- I’m almost done.” Bachira colored the last ‘A’ In his name, snorting when Chigiri grabbed his wrist. “Hehe, too much?”

“Juhuuhst…juhuhuhust a sehehehecond.” Chigiri rested his forehead against his legs, gasping for breath. His entire body felt tingly- even if it was only his knee getting tickled. Looking up, he met Bachira’s smiling face with a tired smile. “Hohoohw…how muhuhuch do you hahahve left?”

“Just one more detail. No looking though!” Bachira covered his work with a hand. “Sit back- I’ll be done in just a moment.”

Chigiri eyed him suspiciously before doing just that, already giggling when Bachira pressed his marker down. “Ahehaha! Juhuuhust fihiihhinihsh alhhehheady.”

“Aaaaand, done!” Bachira tapped the newest creation with the marker, capping it closed. “Tada! Take a look!”

Chigiri groaned, exhausted from the entire event. Slowly, he stretched out his leg, taking in Bachira’s work.

Sure enough, there was a smiley face, big eyed with an equally massive smile and cheeks. He even had little eyebrows. Below that was Bachria’s name, the ‘I’ dotted with a misshapen heart. The ink was fading in and out- some parts near invisible compared to others, and when he tugged his pant leg up further to get a better look, it stretched some.

A bit of a mess for a signature, but a sweet gesture all the same.

“Do you like it? Huh?” Bachira asked, bouncing on his knees. Chigiri stared at it for some time before he turned to the other, a shy smile on his lips.

“I love it. Thank you.”

~~~

“Making shorts? Isn’t it still winter?” Kunigami asked some time later when he found Chigiri carefully cutting around the knee of his pant leg. “Huh- they let you do that here?”

“I got the okay from Ego. He gave me new pants.” Chigiri reassured him as he finished the last cut, gathering up the freshly cut cloth band, Bachira’s art piece centered in the middle. “Besides- it’s worth it.”

He wore that little leg band at every game since.

Thanks for reading!

#Blue lock #chigiri hyoma #bachira meguru #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #Drawing on knees akrekjarjkeark #this honestly could be read either romantic or platonic whatever floats your boat earjejrajrjea #Thank you so much friend for inspiring this fic and being such a big part of it :)