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drxmxss · 4 months

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Hole in One | Taeyong x Fem! Reader

a/n: 🤭 my first little one shot yay!! i hope y’all like it hehe.

notes: taeyong is bored and rich, reader is a cart girl at a country club, fluffy and smutty, overuse of the word hole lol

warnings: smut..thats abt it !

word count: 2.6k

Enjoy!! Tysm 🩷

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“You really need to stop staring at her. It’s weird.”

Johnny’s voice breaks Taeyong out of his trance.

“I’m not staring.” He grumbles. “I’m trying to think of what I want.”

“Is he staring at the beverage cart girl again?” Mark asks, standing up straight again, holding his golf club like a baseball bat over his shoulder.

Taeyong doesn’t know why he goes with the two to play the absolute most boring game he’s ever heard of. Golf was terrible. They had to wake up at ass o’clock and dress like they were going to church to get drunk on hot beer. All the while trying to hit the tiniest balls into holes a mile away and stand in the sun for 6 hours. He had no idea why he agreed to go with Johnny and Mark to a country club in the first place. It just wasn’t his style.

Then along came the little golf cart with drinks and snacks driven by you, the beautiful beverage cart girl. Two months and a ridiculous amount of club fees and a set of clubs he didn’t even know how to use later, here he still was.

“If you wanna talk to her so bad stop making me go buy shit from her dude.” Mark says as they get into the cart to go to the next hole. Taeyong sighs, pulling at the itchy white collared shirt he bought specifically to come here.

“It’s not that simple she’s probably just gonna think I’m like these old dudes who play here to creep on her.” Taeyong says. Mark and Johnny share a look. “For starters” Johnny begins. “You don’t look like you have one foot in the grave. She’s probably happy to see us here since we are most likely the youngest members of this stuffy club.” Taeyong shrugs. “Okay what’s your next point?”.

“Second of all, whenever she sees Mark walking up to the cart she immediately scans the field for you and whenever you aren’t paying attention she’s staring just as hard as you do.” Johnny smirks as Taeyong feels his face get hot. You stare too?!?! God that’s hot. Or weird? Embarrassing? Taeyong doesn’t know.

As the boys park the cart near the next hole, Taeyong hears the sound of another cart pulling up behind them. Before he turns around he hears Mark shout “Hey Y/N!”

Taeyong feels his blood run cold.

“Hi Markie! Hi Johnny!” You shout back, waving excitedly from the front seat of your cart. Taeyong wants to die from how pretty your voice is. “I came up here to see if you guys needed to get anything? It’s hot today!”

Taeyong can’t help but stare, still sitting in the golf cart. You just look so cute in your uniform. Perfectly white cap with a tank top and tennis skirt to match. God he feels nauseous.

“Yeah Taeyong wanted something I think.” Johnny says, throwing an evil smile at Taeyong who is plotting on how he can blow up his head with the power of his mind. “Y-yeah right.” He says quickly as he gets out of the cart and walks over towards you.

“Oh so you’re Taeyong! I see you with the boys all the time but I’ve never got to talk to you.” You smile as he stands in front of your cart. “I’m Y/N.”

Taeyong feels sweatier. You can’t be real.

“What did you want hon?” You ask him sweetly, and he feels like he’s melting into a puddle. “I’ve got some chips and sandwiches and I have some chocolate in the ice chest in case you want something sweet? Theres plenty of beer and water too!”

Taeyong stares blankly, too nervous to even breathe and then says shortly “Beer. Please.”

Yep, he’s already fucked up. With any luck his mind magic worked and Johnny will burst into flames at any moment now.

You smile and nod as you turn around to grab the beer from an ice chest. Taeyong tries to be a gentleman but can’t resist sparing a glance at your ass in the pristine white skirt. Nice.

“That’s gonna be $6.” You smile, handing him the drink. Taeyong realizes he didn’t even tell you what brand he wanted at that moment and looks to see you already knew his favorite. He finally manages to smile as he hands you the cash, only to walk away awkwardly to sit in the cart again.

“Okay you boys be careful! I’m gonna circle back around later to make sure you guys have plenty of water!” You wave to Mark and Johnny and beam at Taeyong again. Taeyong’s chest hurts. You are just too sweet.

Taeyong waits to hear the turn of your cart engine, but it never arrives. He turns to see you groan.

“Damn it’s dead.” He hears you grumble.

“Everything okay?” Mark asks you, and you sigh. “No my stupid cart died. I knew it was on it’s last leg but..” You trailed off. “God now I have to lug all this crap back to the clubhouse.”

“We can help you take your stuff back!” Johnny suggests. Taeyong takes back every bad thought he had against him.

“Oh are you sure? It’s kinda far and I don’t wanna interrupt your game!” You reply. Johnny shakes his head “No it’s alright, it’s too hot today anyway we we’re thinking about leaving early anyway.”

In that moment Taeyong knew there was a God and his name was Johnny Suh.

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Once everyone had all arrived at the clubhouse, Taeyong helped you bring the ice chests inside.

“Are you usually this quiet?” You ask suddenly “I don’t mean to ask in a rude way but after seeing how loud Johnny and Mark are it’s surprising to see how reserved you are.”

Taeyong feels his face get hot again. “Oh um….Not really. Just when I’m tired. It was pretty hot out there.” He chuckles, trying to seem light.

“Ah that makes sense.” You reply. You both leave the ice chests in the main office of the club house just as Taeyong’s phone begins to ring. You signal to him that you’ll be right back as he picks up the call.

“Hello?”

“Take Y/N home.” Johnny whispers. “This is your chance man. You take her home or to your place or whatever in your car me and Mark will just catch a cab.”

“Have you lost your damn mind?” Taeyong whisper yells “She’ll definitely think I’m a creep!”

“She’s always complaining about using a cab to go home, if she brings it up just offer! Worst thing she’s gonna say is no!”

Taeyong sighs as the call ends. Time to be a man he thinks. Johnny is right the worst thing you can say is no.

He turns around to ask you if you needed a ride and finds you standing there in a regular shirt and shorts. Somehow it makes all the more attractive to him.

“Oh um. Johnny had mentioned you complain about taking the cab alot so..” Taeyong begins. Come on be a man! A man!! He thinks. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to go get dinner or something and then I can take you home if you want?”

You stare at him briefly. You think to yourself it might be weird to accept and offer from a stranger, but you also know he’s super handsome and you’d be dumb not to.

“I’d love to!”

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Things continued to go well for both you and Taeyong. You had suggested he pick something up to go after you discovered he lived in such a nice apartment and you wanted to see if he really got away with drawing on the wall. Hearing this made Taeyong almost drive off a bridge, but he obliged.

As Taeyong drove up to his apartment complex, the only thing running through his mind was you. Your laugh your smile your voice. You were so perfect in his eyes.

And now you were going to be in his apartment. He was going to have to think of some way to repay Johnny and Mark one day.

“Wow! This place is great.” You said as you both walked inside. Taeyong smiled at your enthusiasm, setting the food down on the kitchen counter.

“Where’s you bedroom?” You asked, turning to face him. “I wanna see your drawings.”

Taeyong nodded and led you down the hall of his apartment and unlocked his bedroom door to let you in. Immediately you were greeted with neon lights and drawings that littered the wallspace.

“Wow…I really thought you were joking!” You giggled. Sitting on his bed, you admired more of the drawings on the wall.

Taeyong was suddenly aware he was still wearing his stuffy golf clothes. He started to change before he caught you staring at him shirtless. Cracking a smile at you he said “Can I help you?”

You quickly blushed and looked back toward the wall, embarrassed. “Oh I’m sorry for staring..”

Taeyong felt a wave of confidence overtake him as he walked to kneel in front of you, trying to make direct eye contact. “Honestly…it’s okay. I stare too.”

You faced him now, confused. “What do you mean?” Taeyong smiled softly at your expression. “I mean the only reason I even go to that stupid country club is to stare at you in your pretty little uniform all day.”

You stare into his big dark eyes waiting for some sort of change, but it doesn’t come. He’s serious now. You feel your face get even hotter.

Fuck it Taeyong thinks, and leans forward to kiss you softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you forward. You gasp at first, and then melt into him. He deepens the kiss and you moan softly, bringing your hands up to his dark hair.

Before he gets carried away, Taeyong pulls back. “I-is this okay?” He whispers softly, kissing down your neck to make you shiver in his grasp.

“Yes yes.” You whisper back. “I know it’s quick but I know I’ve wanted you ever since you started coming to the club.”

Taeyong feels lightheaded, and laughs as he pushes you down on his bed. “That’s good to hear.” He says, laying on top of you to continue kissing you harder.

Taeyong pulls away again to lift up your shirt and bra, revealing your bare chest. You feel yourself grow shy, but before you even have a second to process your thoughts you feel his mouth on your nipple.

“Fuck” You moan. Taeyong pulls away again and kisses the nape of your neck. “Everyday.” He whispers. “Every single day I was at that stuffy old club all I could think about was your cute little face and how badly I wanted to just flip up your tennis skirt and play with your pussy.” His words make your face feel impossibly hotter and you feel your panties start to stick to your gushing core.

“Taeyong…” You moan again, this time moving your hand down his warm chest and stomach to feel his hard bulge. “Please fuck me.”

“I will baby don’t worry.” Taeyong replies. “I’m just so happy you feel the same way.” He finally stops his ministrations on your neck to sit up and move your hair out of your face to get a better look at you.

“So pretty..” He muses, making you blush even more. Finally, he pulls down your shorts and admires the wet spot on your panties.

“Aw honey I barely even touched you..You’re so cute.” Taeyong says slowly rubbing your clit through your panties making you moan louder. “Hurry up please.” You whine to him.

“I know honey.” He whispers, pulling your panties off making you shiver as the air makes contact with your wetness. Taeyong slowly pushes a finger into your hole, making you whine at how easily he slips in. “Fucking hell.” He curses, amazed at how turned on you are. (And how turned on it makes him.)

“Taeyongie please give me more.” You moan out. Taeyong pushes in another finger quickly scissoring you open after hearing his new nickname. “You are so impossibly cute baby.” He whispers again.

Finally after deeming you ready he pulls off his shorts and underwear in one go. Your eyes widen at the size of his hard cock.

“Baby do you wanna turn around for me? Just for a minute?” Taeyong asks you softly. “I wanna see your pretty ass bounce on my cock first.” His words make you hotter, and without even thinking you’re laying on your stomach with your head in one of his pillows.

Taeyong slowly caresses your back and the moves his hands to grip your ass softly. “So fucking pretty.” He mumbles, lining up his cock with your hole finally.

You both moan when he sinks into you perfectly. Not even sparing a second he starts thrusting slowly, making you moan louder and louder.

“Fuck your so fucking tight around me honey. It’s crazy.” Taeyong babbles, obsessed with the way your ass bounces against him. You can only muster up a half groan in response to him. “Aww has my pretty girl gotten herself cock drunk already?” Taeyong teases you, going faster and harder, making you scream out. “That’s it baby let it out.” He says.

After a few minutes, you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. Suddenly Taeyong pulls out of you, almost making you sob in response.

“I have to see your pretty face when you come baby flip over for me.” Taeyong says, rubbing the small of your back before you quickly move onto your back. He leans down again to kiss at your neck and face before grabbing your cheek kiss you roughly, making you whimper.

Taeyong leans back to line himself up again and slowly pushes in, watching your expression change and once he’s bottomed out he starts of hard and fast, moaning in unison with you. For a moment you think about the shy person he was just a few hours ago, and this change makes you all the more wetter.

You feel yourself reaching your peak quickly, barely making out the words. “Taeyongie…m’gonna come.”

Taeyong leans forward to rest his fore against yours to ask “Where do you want me to cum honey?” The question pushes you further to the edge as you say “Inside.”

This makes Taeyong nearly burst at the thought of it. Soon enough, you feel him getting sloppy as he whispers in your ear “Cum with me baby I know you can my pretty girl.”

Moaning loudly you feel yourself squirt around his thick cock right as he finally explodes inside you, riding out both your orgasms before quickly flopping in the bed next you. He rolls over again to lay his head on your chest as you fight to control your breathing.

“God damn.” You finally say. Taeyong just laughs as he lays on your chest, snaking his arms around your torso to pull you even closer to him.

“Hey I just realized” He says “Our food is probably super cold by now.” You both look at each other for a moment before bursting into another fit of laughter.

As he watches you get up slowly to put the takeout in the microwave and begin a movie marathon Taeyong thinks maybe golf isn’t so bad after all.

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yeen-meteor · 6 months

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I want to take a moment to try to express why i appreciate Haru's sadism as an actual serious part of her characterization and not just a funny contrast joke and 'yay girl violence!' don't get me wrong i love me some yay girl violence for the sake of it, but like. i think there's a lot to work with there for genuine drama writing, too, not just comic relief and i want to talk about it! (cw sugimura)

for all of haru's backstory and her life with her father, sure she's rich and has a lot of privileges, but the one thing she completely lacks is any sort of control. Everything about her life is being decided for her, her father has decided on the shape of her entire future, and she can't do anything to change it - she's being raised just for the sake of being outright sold as a sex slave trophy wife to a perverted creep who is certainly too rich and powerful to ever face legal trouble for marital rape. She's going through the motions, enjoying what she can of the life she has while she still has it, completely hopeless in the face of this horrifying future that other people are forcing her into. Her will means nothing, what she wants means nothing.

And then the Phantom Thieves come along, and they give her the power to make her will matter, to fight for her own freedom and happiness. And that power comes in the shape of violence, physically fighting images of all the things and people standing in her way.

But more than that, she starts to feel 'shivers of excitement' when she hears shadows begging and pleading beneath her. She feels what it's like to have something absolutely, pathetically desperate to make her stop, to deny her what she wants - and to bask in the feeling that she doesn't have to listen, she's the strong one, she can shut them the fuck up with an axe through the skull because their will, their selfish desire, their plan for her doesn't matter anymore, her will, Haru's will matters. It's catharsis, it's intoxicating, it's a rich and indulgent feeling of real actual control and the freedom that comes with it, something she's been denied all her life, and it's probably an unhealthy way to get that feeling but who cares? these are just shadows!

And that catharsis and relief and self-assured confidence she gets from that just makes her better able to be her sweetest, kindest, purest self around the people she loves! It doesn't undermine the sweet person she is, it helps it!

And then, she makes the choice to try to cure her father's brain-rotting greed and see if there's anything worth salvaging in his heart. It might not be the best choice, it could certainly be argued about, but it's her choice, it's her will, and she finally, finally feels like she's able to make that mean something-

and Akechi takes the choice away from her, and forces her to live in the future he decided for her.

I think when people write the dynamic between Akechi and Haru, they can sometimes miss the forest for the trees - 'you killed my father', without the underlying 'this was the first time i believed i ever had a choice in my own life, and you took it away from me and fucking crushed it before my eyes'. I've also seen it done very well too, and I love it! but i think a lot of writers are sleeping on the potential a bit, of haru & akechi focused stories, or even of haru as a source of drama and an interesting supporting character in shuake stories. In general, haru's potential for anger, frustration, violent desires and just a need to feel in control of her own life has a lot of potential in drama writing!

Atlus certainly dropped the ball on the akechi and haru dynamic, and kept the sadism thing as mostly comic relief, but Persona canons are all half-realized outlines of good ideas just begging for fic writers to come and actually flesh them out, anyway, so ah well!

all i hope for is that if you're a persona writer that doesn't know what to do with haru or how to use her, or doesn't pay her much mind, maybe this might inspire you or give you a clearer idea of how to write her dramatic side!

#persona 5 #haru okumura #goro akechi #i love haru so much because i also had a guro phase and a learned helplessness trauma phase at the same time lmao #send me good haru drama if you know of it or write it! <3

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thepersonnamedsam · 11 months

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is that bluey? - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: being home alone with a migraine, you turn on a show that reminds you of your boyfriend

word count: 803

warnings: if you have emetophobia, you probably shouldn’t read it…

note: i myself am currently suffering from a migraine and i am just listening to bluey to not feel so alone, yay me

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The toilet was your favourite place right now. With a blanket laid down on the floor and a cushion under the toilet, you were curled up in the bathroom. You installed a power strip, so every electronic device could be charged, such as the humidifier, your iPad, the kettle and your phone. Plus it was the only room without a window, which usually was something bad, but that day it was a blessing.

You were home alone, Daniel was away with Scotty, either training or doing some shit. You wanted him here, but you also didn’t want to disturb him. You had a migraine, it was one of the milder ones, you had worse of 'em, but still bad enough to stick to the toilet. The cold floor helped you stick to reality. You were sweating like crazy and your left side of your head was pounding. It was like your heart was in your head.

Nausea overtook your body once in a while, but there was something that helped you through it all; Bluey! Even though you usually didn’t like the blue-light of the electronics, today it was some relief because you felt less alone. You couldn’t wait until Daniel got back.

You knew the show because of Danny‘s nieces and nephews, they were always watching the show. Daniel was always invested in the show, trying to watch it at home with you, but you always refused. But now it reminded you of him, especially the way Bandit is treating Bluey and Bingo. It reminded you of him and his sisters kids. You missed Daniel, having a migraine without someone caring for you was the worst.

That’s why, when you heard the key in the door, you were so excited you almost felt your eye pop out of its socket.

„Baby? I‘m home, where are you?“, he shouted through the flat. His loud voice pounded through your head. You loved him, really, but you could’ve killed him that moment. He opened the door to the bathroom and saw you lying on the floor. His mind instantly connected the dots; you had a migraine!

„Aww my poor baby, how can I help?“, his voice now in a hush, not wanting to worsen the ache in your head. You whined and opened your arms. He snickered and tried to fit his lanky body on the floor. You cuddled into his body and closed your eyes.

„Are you watching Bluey?“, he tried to contain his excitement in his voice, but failed miserably. You hummed and he just smiled at you. „Finally“, he whispered.

„But why?“ - „I missed you, s‘all.“

After a while, you felt the nausea kicking in and you wrestled yourself out of Danny’s arms. Thank god you were already in the bathroom, because you didn’t know how long you could’ve contained yourself.

You felt Danny trying to make a ponytail with your hair and a soothing hand rubbing over your back.

„Let it all out, my sweet girl. That’s good, let it all out“, he whispered to you. You hated vomiting, it’s the worst. You were just dry heaving after some time, your body still trying to eject everything from your stomach. Tears were hitting the toilet ring and Daniel wiped your eyes with his thump.

„I know, I know, everything’s gonna be good. Just a few more moments.“

„Can you please get me a glass of water and a new ice packet?“, your voice barely over a whisper. Daniel stood up and came back with all the stuff needed. He even brought you a coke, the wives tale or getting rid of nausea. He also brought a painkiller, having seen you take one only 15 minutes earlier, but when you vomited, you probably flushed the painkiller out of your body already. He was such a thoughtful person.

Later in bed, you had a bit of a moment where you felt better. „I am so happy you finally wanna watch Bluey“, Daniel exclaimed with excitement. You giggled, you knew he’d be happy to see you watching Bluey. „It reminded me of you“, you shyly smiled at him. „Aww baby.“

„You know, I think Bingo is the glue of the family, you know what I mean? Like, she’s the piece that’s holding all of the together“, you explained to your boyfriend. He chuckled lightly, he knew you’d be invested in the kids show. „Yeah, I think so too, honey“, he whispered against your temple. He kissed it and closed your eyes with his hands. „We can watch some tomorrow, hopefully your migraine‘s gone by then.“ You nodded your head, instantly regretting it.

You put the cold packet on your neck and cuddled into Daniels side. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you even closer. „Night night, love you“, you whispered. „Love you too, darling.“

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the-wayside · 4 months

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Oooooo.

I love it.

They've taken the case structure to mirror the arc structure, so this new case is the set up for the next character arc.

Something that rang loud and true for me is that anything that happens has to be Tharn's choice. Why doesn't Chalothorn just drag him off if he's so powerful etc. blah blah blah? Phaya, who is the the Bird King God, why can't he just drag Tharn off? They can't. Tharn has to choose (and he always chooses Phaya in the end).

Phaya is driving discovering their past selves and I love that because discovering who they were helps him win Tharn now. Only by knowing what happened can he protect Tharn. And with four six episodes left, we needed the discord. We needed a fracture, a true fracture, to force, lbh, Tharn, to cross the chasm. He is in this constant state of yearning but nothing can seem to make him break his own vow. I think Tharn was harsh with Phaya when he hit him but it was almost a boiling point moment because it isn't actually about Chalothorn. It's about Phaya, and Tharn who is fighting the rising tide of his feelings constantly around him. He's frustrated with himself and Phaya. Why can't he shake him off? Why is Phaya like this? Why is he still falling for him when he knows mentally he shouldn't? Why does he care that a pretty girl is talking to him and his family? He cares so damn much that it hurts him.

So yeah, he hit Phaya because he threatened his friend, as any good friend would, but it wasn't all about that. Plus if a guy I liked tried to hit one of my friends I'd punt him too. If my friend turned out to be evil, they'd get the same treatment. Tharn is trying to be fair to everyone but all it's doing is tearing him apart. All he actually wants is to give in and have Phaya. He yearns when no one is watching because they aren't. This man isn't oblivious. He isn't confused. He's actively telling himself no and that can't last forever. And when it happens, it won't be because of Phaya, it will be because of Tharn (as I've always said).

Yai, beautiful himbo that you are. I love him so much. He's such a good friend. He is the guy who shows up in a dino costume to bury the body. It's so nice to see someone be an actual real friend. And for the guys to act like guys, razzing each other and talking about love and whatever because guys do. Not exactly like girls, but sometimes the pendulum swings too hard in TV shows and it's hard to see male characters act like actual men. Not everything is wild toxic masculinity and heavy grunting instead of talking about your feelings.

Loved it, I really did. I need the break from the tension and to ready myself for the journey to the finish. Lessgooooo.

#the sign the series #text

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iridescentdove · 9 months

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Akutagawa, Mori, Kouyo & Higuchi x Elysia! Reader

Elysia is the Herrscher of Human Ego in Honkai Impact. She is a girl as beautiful as dancing petals, and holds the power which is comparable to a God itself.

Her personality is cheerful and sweet-loving, Elysia cares about her friends and everyone else dearly. She's elegant, unique, and is a person who enjoys everything.

Soukoku, Atsushi & Ranpo Ver. ♡ Decay Of Angels Ver.

AKUTAGAWA RYUNOSUKE:

He'd be a curious lad, although not seeking much of his own personal interest because ... Dazai.

Then again, it's not unexpected you'd find a way to make even this guy fall for you. It takes time, but Akutagawa sees and uncovers the truth later on.

Honestly, surprised. A God? Really? But how? He's finally peaked some interest to see it for himself.

Wait holy shit you're so pretty i'm not ready for this–

He's gaping. Your aura is imperturbable, so omnipotent and strong. Yet, it found a hint of peace and tranquility as he felt safe and not ... terrified.

You're nicer than he thought. Given as the God of Humanity, maybe he shouldn't have been so on guard.

From there, you guys kicked it on. Albeit, slowly.

Akutagawa of course finds you beautiful. He's stole a few glances often, but refuses to admit it himself. Wouldn't say it out loud. At least not yet.

In the fight with Atsushi against Fitzgerald, you had come right on time.

And that man was no match for you. Akutagawa couldn't even believe his own eyes. You were the embodiment of power and grace.

You fought and destroyed without an ounce of anger.

Just purely going along. And he found himself just falling the moment you came down.

He's staring, with a certain look in his eyes no one has seen on him before. Was it...admiration? Softness?

You two had an actual convo. And his overflowing joy as you praised him so much, with words he always wished to hear from Dazai himself. But now, did he care?

Akutagawa loves you.

And he won't take shit from others who say otherwise. Let's just say Mori had no choice but to approve.

Privately is where he shows affection. You'd be in your God Form that he's in awe of, and just sits there quietly with you with a hand caressing your hair and outfit.

"Dazai is proud of you~" You said one day, both of you sitting at the foot of the bed. And he knew that. But...

Akutagawa simply shook his head. "He acknowledges me. However, it's no longer him I seek acceptance of." His heart beats fondly at the warm image of you.

"...It's you. Only you."

Sometimes regrets dating you seeing you dancing to WAP at 3am with Higuchi and Gin

OUGAI MORI:

Man you know this guy only likes children 12 years and below that.

But who says you couldn't adopt Elise by force

He was most likely against it at first, but well, you're...Elysia. That's all i need to say. Mori did warm up to the idea but found the thought of you in the mafia weird.

You're too kind. Too sweet. Too...colorful. But you assure you were only there to take care of Elise LMAO

He appreciates you playing with the blonde girl whenever he gets too busy, so he won't have to worry. Plus, Elise seems to really like you! Then maybe he should, as well.

Silently watches whenever you do your makeup, or look around for an outfit you find really cute.

Finds you endearing overtime.

He'd definitely try and ask you to be Elise's mom, and the fact you know he's a pedophile so you decline lmfao. BUT HE WON'T GIVE UP AHAHAHA

Dude would just smirk and go along with his day. But not without asking again later on, probably.

Though you're not from the Port Mafia, you know enough that many get hurt or even die due to the missions being given. As such, especially if it's Mori giving out orders.

So you've decided to become support! Yay!

If taken out on dangerous missions, you'd come with them and interfere if you must. You can heal as well.

...Without half killing them–

Mori's seen your God Form, definitely. It was during that one time their precious Yokohama nearly bombed down to a crisp ._.

He's lost it for the very first time, the strong, head-on facade teared down at the last moment.

There's not a day this man stops thinking about you.

Elise is always coddling your time, laughing at your jokes and playing dress up. He's learned to be used to your presence, and hopes that you'll accept him one day.

Funny enough, you did. He's happy about it. Now, you can spend your time as a happy and chaotic family <3

Tried to take you on a dangerous mission but you came out with Akutagawa and Higuchi without a single scratch.

Mori, just give up. That's a God.

OZAKI KOUYOU:

You were the first to approach. Seeing as if there had been nothing else to do, you decided to talk to her.

She was pretty! And also found you rather cute too.

Both of you just ended up liking each other overtime and started gushing about Kyouka, but anyways. It seems that it didn't take too long for her to warm up.

After all, it's a big sister's duty. You both often went to taste some good tea and sweets around Yokohama.

You knew of Kouyou's past - that strength of yours coming as a legitimate God, but then again, you don't bring it up and prefer to help in her healing process.

She's thankful for you, and probably had prayed to you when Kyouka had disappeared. She's that trustful.

But then again, you're not like them. Why shouldn't she?

You're extremely beautiful, perfectly strong. The times she'd seen you fight so elegantly was a sight to behold. It would never get old no matter how many times.

Honestly everyone is double shocked because you just obliterated everything without moving a single leg ._.

And yet again, Kouyou is fascinated and overwhelmed by your God Form. She'll never get sick of seeing it.

The way you transform into it is so stunning too.

You'll often spoil her with outfits and expensive tea just because you want to, your roles reversed. No matter what, you'd always be taking care of her.

She appreciates it. Having you around makes her heart flutter a certain way.

You're there, showing her so much kindness and being so gentle it nearly hurt. A holy being as you deserved much more than her.

But again, you're assuring her no one else is as amazing and perfect as she was in your eyes. You loved her.

Kouyou could only smile so genuinely. So bright. So this is the light? It sure has been a while.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all.

ICHIYOU HIGUCHI:

Akutagawa who? I only serve under (Y/N)

She and you are honestly the cutest couple ever. Where are the Higuchi stans? Damn this is unfair.

Higuchi first met you when you invited yourself into the base with a...is thAT AKUTAGAWA?! DEATHLY INJURED? She found no words to say at that moment.

You had taken him towards the nurse clinic, but not before staying to check if he was alright.

Higuchi alone found that strange. You weren't in the mafia.

Then how the hell did you manage to get past security, get all the way up without getting ambushed, and somehow get to Mori's office in one piece?

She saw you talking to Mori. You were carefree, sweet, and even gave him boxes of sweets claiming it's for everyone.

...Yes, she approached you herself. SLAY BESTIE

Although she planned it to be a simple interaction. It was anything about that. Because of that day, she learned so many things about you she never would have thought of.

You're a GOD?? OF HUMANITY?? YOU KNOW LITERALLY EVERYONE'S NAMES, FACES AND LOVE THEM ALL?

The fact you also claim to love her, Higuchi just stops responding and goes red.

But by the time she realizes her emotions...well...

That happened.

Congratulations, you've earned a 100% faithful follower. Higuchi thinking 'mommy' everytime she sees you in your God Form is now canon

She doesn't even need to worry. You're strong in every way, and have the entire world on your side.

Higuchi has thrown Akutagawa away <3 bye bye Sanemi

All in all, she's literally become your number one fan beside the rat ass Fyodor. She's there for you, and you're there for her. The sweetest couple ever.

She loves complimentng you, while both of you sit on the couch watching TV late at night.

And don't forget cuddles and sneaking kisses. Top Higuchi

Man i love her sm, i got carried away. Higuchi believes that you were meant to be together forever, and that she would protect your life on earth no matter the cost.

#bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #honkai #elysia!reader #bsd x honkai #bungou stray dogs #honkai hcs #akutagawa x reader #mori ougai #higuchi ichiyo #bsd kouyou

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whitedemon-ladydeath · 7 months

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SJM + Eugenics + Ableism in her Writing

thinking about how insidious eugenics can come up in writing- specifically SJMs writing. Personally I take a lot with a grain of salt bec I don't think a lot of ppl realize how fucking deeply entrenched and rooted it is in everything and more often than not its not intentional

and to an extent I don't think it was intentional by SJM. she does have a degree of plausible deniability in her story telling

however that being said:

the Cauldron "pairing mates" has allusions to being a breeding program of some kind of supernatural predestined idiocy. Sam + Melissa on Tiktok have some pretty great videos on it

However, while they think that SJM is providing commentary on the matter, I do have a different view, not that I really disagree with what they're saying

SJM has a track record of using disabilities as an aesthetic for her characters. It's often a point of suffering and/or there ends up being a magical fix (yay fantasy eugenics providing miracle cures!!! /sarcasm)

Chaol, severely injured with a spinal cord injury that left him paralyzed goes to the super special healing place to have the world's bestest healers where the magical healing trope + black girl magic collide. He spends the whole book, a duration of only six months, regaining the ability to walk, with a cane most days. Chaol spends a large part of the book feeling sorry for himself and immasculting himself. Yerene, a professional trained healer who helps him with PT snaps at him in frustration to "just get up" when he's being difficult with her Note: some of these detailed may be incorrectly remembered + I never finished the book bec I can't stand him

Lucien: he gets his eye ripped out and is literally blinded but now he has a magical eye that is even better and can sense magic and spells and all that good shit

Rhys: chronic pain; never addressed

Azriel: scarred hands and wings, but so far we've seen no real struggle or accommodation of any kind or even a real discussion on how he had to learn how to fly at an older age due to his captivity and scarred wings

Cassian: his wings were beyond shredded but between books they got fixed up right as rain. it would have been fantastic rep for this decorated veteran and leader to be disabled, esp for a culture of warriors where flying is so crucial + where thr women are also forceably mutilated and can't fly either

speaking of the illyrian women

the Illyrian Women: not being able to fly and use their limbs is a disability. We have seen zero repercussions of Emeries father (and brother(?)) for disabling and mutilating his daughter

the mental health crisis of NESTA for ONE. in both the Fandom and in the series the grating toxic positivity and lack of patience and understanding and support and willingness to meet her halfway enraged me holy shit. The tone policing, the lack of autonomy, the unaddressed childhood trauma that has made Nesta the core of who she was. it was vile and disgusting

Aelin: quite frankly should have difficulty moving as fluidly as she does. she was whipped to ribbons and beaten bloody. Her back should be full of chronic pain and difficulty

Elide: as far as I'm aware Elide isn't too bad and she's incredibly intelligent and resourceful but it's been a hot minute since I've read the series. I do remember when they talked about it at the end about possibilities to heal her ankle (they couldn't)

I haven't read CC yet but I heard that LIMBS CAN GROW BACK???? sure let's just completely erase and magically fix imputations I guess?

I find it a lit harder to forgive "accidental eugenics" when her disabled characters disabilities are either made into Aesthetics, not properly addressed, or just healed all together

and when you pair magical eugenics + aesthetics:

You get Rhysand, the most powerful high lord of ever that you just have to keep being told is the most powerful high lord ever due to his parents being mates that his father whisked away from moments before she became mutilated like all the other Illyrian Women at 18 years old to a 900 year old man

you get his entire IC who is made of The Night Courts super special powerful clique who now happen to be the most powerful illyrian EVERRRR (Cassian + Azriel), Amren who was some trapped angel of death or something and Mor who is just so super powerful a mountain quaked or something when she was born

the entire IC is a concentrated powerhouse who also uses a specific mindset of "might is right"-

-and have forced others hands across the entire series or just outright lied and stole. also trespassing and routinely breaking laws but hey

Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, Dorian, Manon are all ToG Powerhouses. Rowan is described as the "most powerful full blooded fae male alive". there's an implication that human blood "weakens" fae traits and magical abilities [this is rather common in a lot of fantasy books]

every single character in this series is seen as some sort of extraordinary person with some sort of extraordinary power or ability aside from maybe a few. Hell Chaol, the only fully human character with no powers is the "Captian of the Guard" which he got bec he's a nepo baby from being Dorians friend. He gets disabled and they immediately go to get him fixed

tagging: @feynessupremacy @bookishfeylin @andramoreaux

I thought yall would appreciate

#prev. wolfgeneralashryver #sjm critical #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #throne of glass #tog #ableism #eugenics in acotar #eugenics in tog #eugenics #my posts get good traction yall cowards better interact with these posts. i see yall scrolling whenever i talk about this

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transmasc feelings about The Sign ep. 6

I might be a little late with this but I finally realised that while most fandom discourse isn't really my thing, what I do love is reading why shows or certain characters or even a single scene make people feel a lot of things (especially when I personally don't relate to it that much). And The Sign has me sooo deep in my trans feelings, I need to share some of that.

Other people have already pointed out how Tharn can be read as a trans man, having been a princess in another life. And he's short (compared to the others). I know, not all trans men are short, but I am, so it's a trait that always helps me identify with a character.

The main thing though and the reason I'm writing this is his struggle for agency. Because in my experience, the first point of attack on trans men is exactly our agency. We're told we're just naive, confused (autistic) little girls, seduced by the patriachy to reject our own femininity. Victims of our own internalised misogony. That we can't be trusted to make our own decisions, that we need to be 'protected' by being denied our bodily autonomy.

And the way people treat Tharn feels so similar to this. Everyone is pushing him, everyone acts like they know better whether he should date Phaya and even when it comes from a good place (like with Yai) or can be seen as harmless banter, it's still a lot. And then we get the scene where Phaya punches Chalothorn and Tharn punches Phaya and I know this scene is controversial, but I love it! I don't want to comment on how well this worked in the context of the show but as an isolated scene I find it deeply cathartic to watch.

Chalothorn says he will do everything to keep Tharn from Phaya. Even if Tharn has to die.

I know it's because I'm biased but this oozes "I'd rather have a dead child/partner than a trans child/partner"-energy to me. And he gets punched for saying that! Obvs don't punch people irl if you can avoid it but seeing Phaya shut him down like that immediately was so satisfying to watch. Seeing the rage on Phaya's face alone, the same rage I feel for everyone trying to push people back into the suicidality of the closet for their own comfort, is just cathartic.

But then! Tharn punches Phaya and that is... bad, isn't it? Honestly, not to me. Phaya isn't just being a little bit pushy here, it is not the same situation as in ep 3 where Phaya also pushes boundaries but we see Tharn happily agree to the sparring match.

No, in this situation Tharn clearly states what he wants and Phaya ignores that and tries to forcefully drag Tharn away. We know that Phaya has his reasons. As an audience we know that trusting Chalothorn is the wrong choice but it is still Tharn's decision to make!

He punches Phaya and in that moment he takes back his agency, he asserts his boundaries and he isn't being punished for that. Phaya doesn't try to guilt-trip him later, he accepts that he was wrong in trying to force Tharn to come with him. This is also the reason why I don't mind Phaya persuing Tharn with such vigor, because this scene shows us that he will back off if Tharn really needs him to, and that he won't hold a grudge for being rejected. (yeah, again, don't punch people irl, but this is a tv series, it should speak to the parts of our brain that respond better to powerful images than logical reasoning)

And another nice thing this episode gives us is the scene with Yai afterwards. He still get in Tharn's business but instead of just acting like he knows what Tharn needs, he asks questions and then offers his own perspective and his support.

Because this is how you help someone in this kind of situation. Not by trying to tell them what to do (come out, stay in the closet, transition, not transition... if we stay with my trans analogy), but by telling them you will be there when things get rough. And that the thing you really want for them is to be happy.

#the sign the series #phayatharn #transmasc feelings #cw suicide mention #trans #the sign bl #the sign meta #is this even meta or just personal

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longing4d3cay · 4 months

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snakes venom || d.m

a Draco Malfoy Romance novel.

summary: Sable Blackwell is starting her first year at Hogwarts when she meets a fellow Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. At first they can’t stand eachother, but what will happen at the end of year three that changes everything?

a.n: this is my first post! yay! This is the intro/first part to a story I’m starting, I hope you enjoy it! All students start at the age of 13 instead of 11 but I did my best to keep everyone true to character and such. Draco’s love interest is a character I made. Chapter one will be posted very very soon!! Stay tuned :) Repost for chapter one, or ask to be in taglist.

warnings: some bullying. future chapters will have fluff, smut, angst and language. future chapters will each have there own warnings.

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introduction

the war begins

Sable Blackwell was thrilled for her first year at Hogwarts, following in the footsteps of her family, a long line of pure-blood Slytherins. She was afraid she wouldn't be sorted into the house her family said she'd be destined to join, you see she was much more reserved and friendly compared to her well-known and famous brother, Brom Blackwell. Not only was he known for being loud and borderline a bully, but for how powerful he was. Sable never understood why girls swooned and boys cowered to Brom, but everyone knew who he was at Hogwarts meaning evidentially, they knew who she was as soon as her last name was spoken.

"Sable Blackwell!" It was almost as if she could feel her mother and father's eyes on her as it was her turn to be sorted by the hat. There were definitely eyes on her, but of the students around her, including her older brother who was in his fifth year. She glanced around at the few students left after her, trying to avoid all of the eyes behind her as she stood up, begrudgingly to sit in the sorting hats seat. "Oh!" The hat above her announced as it sat softly on her head. "I know this one... yes.... a Blackwell." She gulped, her cheeks going red with the pressure of these next few moments. The hat chuckled and seemed to ponder for a moment. "You don't think you'll be sorted in the right house, do you?" The hat seemed to read her thoughts, god why. "Doubt me do you?" The hat replied with another chuckle. The room seemed to get quiet, even more quiet than before. "Slytherin!" The announcement making her fly out of the chair and towards the Slytherin table. She was relieved yet disappointed, relieved to appease her family, but disappointed in her doubts of being a good Slytherin.

The hat continued on as she walked down the aisle, looking for a seat, god any seat. Her eyes first scanned to her brother and his friends, giggling about. "Sable! You're not a total disappointment, I'm proud!" He hollered over the table, making her blush and hide her face away. Not even his sister was safe from his rude behavior. A seat seemed to be empty amongst other first year Slytherins, causing a grin to appear on her face before taking a seat.

She scanned the students around her at the table, avoiding direct eye contact with any of them. It was just as she expected, a group of intimidating, mean looking wizards and witches, even for first years. As she looked at the other tables, students laughed with bright smiles and she couldn't help but wish she had been sorted into the same house as the nice group of kids she had met on the train there. Almost as if it was fate her eyes met with one of the three, a bright and sweet Gryffindor named Hermione. The girl gave her a sympathetic smile, almost like she had also wished Sable was with them at that table.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." A voice came from beside her, breaking her train of thought. She almost jumped as she turned to the boy next to her. He was blonde, hair slicked back, wearing a smug little grin. "Uh, I'm Sable, Sable Blackwell." She said softly, scanning the boy in front of her, he did not look very friendly, even with that grin on his face. "I know." He said with confidence. "You're kind of a big deal in first year, my father even thinks you may hold a candle to your brother." He said with a chuckle, making the students around them chuckle as well. She was so nervous she couldn't even think of touching the food that had magically appeared in front of them. "Since you're a pure-blood I don't mind having you around, but don't even think about out shining me." Every word he said seemed laced with venom. She very quickly saw into what kind of person he was, especially from his pure-blood comment. "I- uh." She couldn't stop the stuttering words from coming out. "Yeah, okay." Was all she could get out, making the boy laugh not with her, but at her. "You won't last a minute in the Slytherin house."

With that, he turned back to his friends who continued to laugh and giggle, geez, this wasn't going to be easy, but she was still excited about starting her Hogwarts adventure.

The start was a tad rocky, but with time she made great friends with the group of Gryffindors she had met first boarding the train to Hogwarts. Hermione Granger, who was slowly becoming her best friend, was smart, quick witted and destined for greatness. Harry Potter, aka the boy who lived, also seemed to be a big deal around Hogwarts but was incredibly humble and sweet to her. Last but not least, Ron Weasley, a good hearted ginger who made everyone laugh, including Sable.

She spent most of her time with the golden trio, not really clicking with many in her house. If she was in the dorms, or doing any Slytherin activities she tended to stay to herself, well when she could. There was one Slytherin who she had met her first day, Draco Malfoy. Malfoy seemed to dislike her and she didn't know why. Maybe because she was friends with the golden trio? Harry seemed to be his biggest enemy. Or maybe because she was doing really well in class and people were starting to like her. He took any opportunity to embarrass her or hurt her feelings, but she began to get quite used to it and it seemed to make him even angrier, the less she cared. Sure at first it bothered her, but as more of her house began to like her and the more used to his annoying voice she became, she just didn't care.

The summer didn't feel that long, and Sable couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts. Everyone seemed to have a good summer, and all of her friends missed her. Everything seemed to be going well and smooth for the beginning of her second year.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" She wasn't sure what happened till she was on the floor. One second she was walking to potions, the next she's looking up to see Draco Malfoy, snarling with his arms crossed. "Did you hear me? I said watch where you're going! You're so stupid." He said, knowing it wasn't true, just spitting out mean words. Her expression grew more and more annoyed as he spoke. "Maybe you should watch your mouth, prick." Now standing, she mimicked the stance he held. "Excuse me?!" His voice going up an octave or two. "You heard me, it was an accident, leave me alone." She said before walking away. The boy scoffed, dumbfounded and annoyed that she spoke to him that way.

The rest of the year went by the same, bickering in every corridor and glaring through every lesson. "Why must you give him so much attention? All you're doing is egging him on." Harry whispered under his breathe to the girl sitting next go him. "Because-" she said, still glaring from across the way at the blonde nuisance. "He's the most vile piece of-" "Blackwell!" Snape's voice snapped through her whisper. "Unless you would like to tell everyone, I suggest against interrupting me again." Draco and his crew stifled laugher as his smirk grew wider towards her. This was only going to get worse.

Just as she predicted, year three seemed to be when it really took off. By this point Draco was picking on you more than Harry and her friends noticed. They also noticed she was becoming his bully as well, doing something meaner each time he would do something to nag her. First it seemed like self defense but the further on the year went, the most aggressive they both became.

It wasn't long before everyone knew of their rivalry.

It started with Draco calling Sable mean names in the corridors which she would say back. Then it escalated to pranks with spells or potions, tripping each other over chair legs and even ruining each others class projects, causing Slytherin to lose points.

"She's the most impossibly irritating person I have ever met!" Draco scoffed out as he paced back in forth in the Slytherin common room. Pansy, a fellow Slytherin in his year was sitting on the couch across, watching Draco like he had gone mad. "If you ask me, you have some sort of weird obsession with Blackwell." His mouth gaped at the idea of what the girl in front of him was saying. "Obsession? Most definitely not! She is simply a pest that affects my day to day life!" The girl scoffs, nearly laughs at his words before standing up, having enough of his blabbering. "Well then you figure out your little crush on this girl, and I'll be heading to bed." Draco was left in the common room, now alone and fuming. Obsessed?? Little crush?? Never, how dare she belittle his war against the enemy. He would never have a "little crush" on that girl.

This was not what he had really planned. When he had set foot in the great hall, Sable in his sights as she sat with her friends, he had no idea she was having a bad day. He had no idea how fragile she could be, and that maybe right now wasn't the best time to ruin her morning.

As cold water poured over the top of the young girls head, Harry, Hermione and Ron's mouths all fell open, like they knew what was about to happen. Draco on the other hand, standing behind her with now an empty cup in hand had no idea, however. At first he couldn't tell if it was water or tears running down her cheeks but he had a good clue as she ran off from the great hall at a fast pace, hiding her face. "Great job Malfoy! Why are you such a prick to her!" Harry yelled as he continued after Sable, trying to catch up to her.

Great. Why did he feel bad, like really bad. It was always fun watching her get mad or worked up but crying? Seeing her cry wasn't exactly on his top list of to-dos, maybe when he was a few years younger but now? All he felt was guilt. Why was he so mean to her? He wasn't sure, maybe it was her attitude or her friends, maybe even how smart she was ticked him off but he wasn't sure why he felt the need to bully her in the first place.

The more he pondered on it, the more he began to think Pansy was right, he did care about her, maybe even enjoy their back and forth in a way he didn't think was possible. He did have feelings for her.

For the rest of the short time they had that year, Draco and Sable seemed to avoid each other. Sable was embarrassed she cried that day, and a little pissed off he had to push her so far, even if he didn't know. Meanwhile Draco was just perplexed, on how he was going to handle these new found emotions for her, and embarrassed that he may have to admit it to her.

But that was for Draco to deal with next year, maybe by then, he'd be over it.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter smut #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanart #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy imagine #fanfiction #smut #fluff #angst

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bengiyo · 7 months

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I Feel You Linger in the Air Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Jom and Yai began their romance officially, and we saw further evidence that Jom's drawings are connected to the time travel or dimension hopping experience. Yai took Jom to a gay speakeasy, where James came out and expressed his attraction to Jom. Yai got jealous and turned a bit petty with Jom for a bit. However, the two had a beautiful moment where they agreed to try this. I really hope James doesn't betray us, because I liked him encouraging Yai to step up for Jom. We also confirmed that Euangphueng and Maey intentionally brought Fong Kaew to the house to distract Robert, and that Robert may be involved in the fire that killed Fong Kaew's dad and scarred her mother.

I am glad I saw a post earlier giving context that the poor women being murdered here are based on real people. Tee always has something to say about the real dangers queer people face in their lives, and it's a tense warning at the beginning of this relationship between Jom and Yai.

Unsurprisingly, the parents are anti-gay as their two queer kids suffer in front of them.

I already know this party is going to involve pairing Yai with a girl as a way to further secure the dad's power.

At least Jom has some sense.

Yai basically described what Fong Kaew is going through with this short story.

There goes Lamyai clocking them, and she's a gossip.

I have thoughts about them introducing Nuey last week, who cannot hide themselves, and Yai now being unable to do so now that he's connected with someone.

It's a good thing that Jom stood up for Prik. He has an ally who also cares about Yai to tell Lamyai to hush.

I find myself worrying about windows and sightlines a lot this episode. Euangphueng and Maey are having a moment and I'm worried that someone will see or hear.

I suspected that Maey has survived some horrible things, and this is as horrible as some of the things I imagined.

One of the things this show is getting right about existing under homophobic is the constant sense of surveillance hovering over you. Robert represents that so clearly.

Oh, sensual oils. This is promising.

This use of both mirrors with Jom out of focus is driving me insane.

Big fan of the little bit of stubble they keep showing on Yai.

Jom was loyal to Ohm. It's probably been a while since he was intimate with someone.

Intercutting the massage with Jom masturbating is one of the most erotic things I've seen that wasn't overly sex since ITSAY episode 3. The way this was shot and scored clearly indicates that they both came, or at least Yai was close.

As much as I like seeing Nonkul and Bright do sensual things as their characters, we gotta get Jom out of here. He comes from an era where he isn't a slave.

Guide is absolutely crushing this role as Ming. He has built incredible chemistry with Nonkul.

There's something private about the way Nonkul smiles that draws me in every time. Bright has a similar thing with his brows.

Yai is running around making mistakes while Lamyai is running around righteous.

And now Uncle Dech caught them, and immediately went to Yai's dad.

Even Ming, the fan favorite, is struggling with his friend being queer.

Oh, Ming, don't confess when you're drunk.

And there's the pairing Yai with a girl part of the party I expected.

Now why the hell are Euangphueng and Maey running off now? I'm gonna need all of the gays to get it together.

Absolutely obsessed with the possibility that there is a picture of Jom that survived to the modern era.

Yai, my dude, you cannot abandon the heteronormative rituals so publicly like this if you want to protect Jom.

Thinking about O'Shae Sibley, who was killed for voguing as these two dance outside.

I am not immune to BL fantasy sequences involving dances.

Why...are we rapping?? What in the Marty McFly is happening?

I am not immune to boys making out in the rain.

Okay, that horny want in Yai's face, and Jom nodding yes? They are about to fuck for sure. This is about to go south so quickly.

Yep, gay turmoil begins next week, but we may get some nice love scenes first.

That was a fantastic episode. They really balanced the danger of being outed with the inherent need to connect that bubbles over in all of us. I felt the fear for everyone's safety, but I actually really like how badly everyone was hiding this week. That's basically the point. You can't win. The only way to be safe in the closet is to be perfectly quiet and alone. You cannot have anyone if you want to be undiscovered. Two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead. Like Nuey last week, Yai and Jom cannot hide. There's no amount of careful that can hide the warm feelings between two people. This was perfectly executed.

#i feel you linger in the air #IFYLITA meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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one of my favourites gendrya moments that got completely eviscerated by that awful show/hbo is this one:

“Child,” said the singer, “put up that sword, and we’ll take you to a safe place and get some food in that belly. There are wolves in these parts, and lions, and worse things. No place for a little girl to be wandering alone.” “She’s not alone.” Gendry rode out from behind the cottage wall, and behind him Hot Pie, leading her horse. In his chainmail shirt with a sword in his hand, Gendry looked almost a man grown, and dangerous. Hot Pie looked like Hot Pie. “Do like she says, and leave us be,” warned Gendry.

as someone who was reading the books around the time that got's third season was airing (at least in my country was in late 2013/early 2014), even as young as i was back then i could see that show!gendrya was devoid of their book dynamic that made me ship them in the first place. if i'm being honest the only show!gendrya moment i like, is when they first meet each other on season one and that's it.

book!gendry wanted them (arya and him) to leave their little group behind because the boy could see that the other children were dead weight, he's harsh about it but it's true, and when he brought it up to arya, a girl who cares so deeply about the people around her and their suffering, they obviously have a disagreement, this gets burried by the moment that arya decides to trust gendry with her identity, because "only gendry was different" and because the queen was after him too.

i derailed my train of thought a little bit (sorry that happens a lot in my posts), but what i was meant to be writing is that, even when he was opposed to the idea, gendry protected and nurtured this group of little kids, all while being a kid himself, exactly like arya did.

book!arya stark's passing presence in book!gendry's life, changed him, for the better i may say. but i'm a book!gendrya shipper, so my opinion is obviously biased. book!gendry is devotedly loyal to arya, so much that we actually see him, going from a figure that dislikes and distrusts nobility, that helps arya realize that northern/tully men commit awful crimes against the smallfolk too, to a child soldier helping in a quest for revenge for the treason commited against the starks in the riverlands. and i'm not even going to dabble in the "look at my boy, he's taking care of orphaned children now" once again.

show!arya stark's passing presence in show!gendry's life ain't worth shit. and it infuriates me so much. they made show!gendry a soft boi, with an immense "lacking a backbone" problem. i can resume show!gendrya relationship into: "two people that met as children (even when clearly 25 year old joe dempsie couldn't pass as a 16 year old boy), little girl had a crush in the older boy, i guess you can say older boy broke little girl's heart (referring to the "i can be your family" scene), then a lot of years pass between then, not even acknowledging that they knew each other once in that time, and they meet again, older boy who is a man now gets a "wow, she's hot now" moment and they are now both sexually attracted to each other (yay! ig...) but of course little girl, who is a woman now, is a wickedly threatening force and a murderer, and man is such a nice guy that people think he could do a lot better. they fuck. man makes a godamn awful marriage proposal to woman, but she's too far gone to even contemplate the idea, and to even let herself recover from the trauma she has endured. and woman breaks man's heart"

if that's your thing and you ship show!gendrya, more power to you. it's not a bad thing at all, it's just so lackluster to me in comparison, even when book!gendrya hasn't taken a turn forward in the romantic direction yet. and to be honest, even i have to say that the actors did a great job portraying a romantic couple even with the awful writing in the show, but for me show!gendrya lacks a deeper connection between them, and i'm not even bothered over the fact that they didn't end up together

rip book!gendry, you would have hated class traitor show!gendry so much

ps: i think this need to be said in an environment as tumblr but i'm not hating at all joe dempsie and his gendry's performance, he's just an actor doing his job, he's just being told what to do.

#i woke up in a “ffs i dislike show!gendry so much”#that show masacrated my girl arya since the first second they showed her on the screen #but people forget that they masacrated gendry's personality too #oh god i just remembered that show!gendry is a “bobby b fanboy”#show!gendry i hate you no kidding #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #house stark #arya stark #gendry #gendrya #arya x gendry #gendry x arya #anti game of thrones #anti got

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i hate you!

another feitan smut???? yay! this one is kind of an enemies to lovers with a special order of hatefucking, because who doesn't love it when two people who hate each other from infinity and beyond are secretly fucking without anyone's knowledge?

this contains; afab reader, hatefucking (main ingredient), deepthroating, public sex, backshots, violence??, you both almost get caught, spelling errors probably because I don't proofread ngl

words: 2.1k

MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

you never liked feitan.

it was clear as a sunny afternoon during summer to the rest of the troupe and you and feitan had a rivalry that leaned into the enemy zone, from the small disagreements to the full blown screaming matches, he considered you annoying while you considered him insufferable.

but what the troupe doesn't know, is that the two of you have the roughest, nastiest, kinkiest, hate sex anyone could ever imagine, this started a few years ago, 5 months into being a spider, after a failed mission, feitan had blamed you for the failure while in return you said he got in your way of trying to kill off an enemy, you both were at the height of ripping each other's heads off until he pinned you on the floor and ravished your cunt from behind as he held your head down on the cold hard floor,, he told you it was to teach you a lesson, while it didn't necessarily work, god did that feel good.

every now and again your head would replay the scene where he would bite at your neck, drawing small amounts of blood, as he penetrated his long, girthy cock deep inside, stimulating your walls and abusing your cervix, while sometimes whispering how much of a nasty slut you are for allowing the man you claim you hate so much to dominate you, he grew great pride in how he practically humiliated you, and he knows how good he fucked you too, because you had the most powerful orgasm of your life, whenever you know you're in complete privacy, you masturbate to the thought, how he made you practically scream his name, how sorry you were for getting so out of line with him and how you'll never argue with him again, I mean yeah it completely bruised your ego, but god, it felt so hot for some reason... it took you a bit to realize you had a humiliation kink.

but anyways, ever since then, every now and again the two of you would go to private places on missions and secretly slut each other out, he'd call you all kinds of sluts, whores, bitches and all, and you loved every last moment, from the slaps on your pussy, to the end where you cum so hard your eyes roll back to the void.

you also enjoyed taking his cock down your throat, he'd call it a type of "cleansing" as he would wash your little potty mouth if he saw you getting a little too mouthy, so, he puts you in your place, like the good girl you are.

well, enough rambling, let's get into the present, shall we?

today's heist was going to be taking place in a monarchy country, the item of choice was going to be one of the rarest, most beautiful gemstones in the world, so beautiful rumor says people cry tears of joy looking at it for the first time because it reminds them of something nostalgic, honesty, you wanted the damn thing for yourself, maybe make it into a necklace or something?

as of late the troupe stayed in a luxurious hotel that's nearby the royal family's estate, from what you seen, the building was heavily guarded, but that's not a problem, 9 times out of ten they most likely aren't even nen users, so killing all of them would be a piece of cake, right now was nighttime so it was essential to get rest...

..................

"it's all your fault, (Y/N), we didn't get the treasure because you weren't fast enough to catch him."

the words that seeped from his mouth made your fists clench, you swiftly punched the wall nearby, though it made no hole, eyes landing on his small frame covered by his all black outfit, glaring daggers at the man who stood beside a large tree, though dark, you could still make out his features.

the mission ended in failure and another group of bandits managed to take the gemstone after a battle between the two, and damn were they strong.

"listen, if you're trying to get me riled up, now is not the time, you god damn midget."

feitan's brows drew forward, you can tell, he was glaring at you now. "watch your mouth, you know better than to speak to me like that."

you felt butterflies in your stomach when he said that, anger was clouding your thought though it still had room for arousal, you knew exactly what he meant when he said that, if the two of you kept this up, it could end in another hate fuck session.

"you were very close to getting him."

"YOU GOT IN MY GOD DAMN WAY!! JUST LIKE LAST TIME!! LEARN TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY!"

with quickness, your neck was now tightly held, so much so that you couldn't even breathe even just a little, his eyes, staring angrily into yours forcing you to look at him, almost growing hypnotized by his gaze....

"say another word, bitch."

letting out small whimpers, you could see that now, he showed genuine anger, not the anger clouded by the need to fuck you to oblivion, but the type where he would want to take your head off.

his grasp loosened until he released you completely, you took in the air as if you had just found out about it, you fall to the floor, legs completely giving up on you.

you couldn't even look up at him, you felt him stare down at your weakened form, hearing a small chuckle with it.

"(Y/N)....I would like you much better if you weren't so annoying.."

"and I would like you better if you weren't so damn insufferable..." you looked at him with half lidded eyes, hands in his pockets, a neutral expression.

"insufferable, hmm..?" he turns his back and walks a few steps away from you until he stops abruptly, his head turned back to look at you again, now sitting with your back against a tree behind you. "... if I really was truly insufferable... you wouldn't be screaming my name as I penetrate you..."

those words, you turn your head in embarrassment, a beat was forming between your legs, growing more and more so.

"...and if I really was truly annoying... you wouldn't be fucking me..."

feitan let out a huff and walked over to you, his crotch was close to your face just a tiny bit, but hidden away in his cloak was a growing erection.

as he stared down at you, trying to hide away the fact that it's all a front to get him to pound you, he imagined how you'd take his cock deep inside your throat, letting out muffled gags every now and then and those cute moans of yours, it's almost as if his hands came up with an answer for him, reaching for his pants to let himself out.

the tip of his cock touched the tip of your nose, you wasted no time grazing your tongue across, tasting his murky pre-cum, before taking him in whole.

feitan threw his head back, his eye closed, and his hand resting firmly on the back of your head lightly pushing you down further, it's been so long since the two of you got some action on, mainly because it's been months since the troupe got together again.

his cock was hitting the back of your throat making you gag a bit, choking, you pulled back, gasping in air as your hand jerks him off at a fast pace, your other hands fondled with his balls.

lifting his dick up, your tongue made contact with the base close to his balls, before taking them into your mouth, you had to be careful not to let your mouth close too tightly, your arm grew tired from all the jerking you were doing to him.

after a short while you take his balls out of your mouth and went back to deepthroating him, when his cock reached a certain part in your mouth he thrusted into you, catching you off guard and making you gag.

he was now face fucking you, holding both sides of your head firmly as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight, it was long enough for you to be able to tell that he was close to his climax especially by how fast he was going.

and after some time he finally came, he quickly pulled out his cock to spray his semen all over your face, leaving your tongue out, but he didn't care about that, he purposely reached for your hair.

you quickly came to realize that his cum was in your hair, you touched the front strands to feel liquid.

from the look in his eye he tried not to let out some type of laugh, seems as if he wanted to keep up the tension.

"why would you get cum in my hair?"

"why not?"

you rolled your eyes, before standing up to take off your bottoms and undergarments. "anyway, which position?"

"doggy."

you turned your back on him to get on your knees, looking at the ground to see that... it isn't that dirty, right? you stuck your ass in the air, leaving your moistened pussy out for him to see.

without a warning you felt his cock touch your entrance before sliding himself in, both of his hands rested on your sides, when the tip reached your cervix you let out a soft moan.

the softness didn't last long though, he started to pound himself into you at a rough and fast pace, making you let out a series of moans and yelps.

your ass bounced on his, as he thrusted himself into you, the sounds of skin to skin contact and your moans could be heard through the woods, as if you didn't care who caught you.

"oh my...... fucking god.... shit, your dick is so big...." you moaned out with each of his thrusts, before he tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling it back and using it as a makeshift leash as he lands a hard slap to your ass.

it hasn't even been a few minutes and you can already feel something coiling in you, as if you were already at the finish line.

until footsteps could be heard..

"(Y/N)? Feitan? where are you too?"

you could hear shizuku's voice in the distance.

"the boss told me and Shal to come look for you two, it's been almost half an hour!"

"shit..." you heard feitan say to himself before he quickly pulled out of you and adjusting himself, you got up as well and put on your underwear then your bottoms until you realize you still had cum on your face and hair..

"damnit, how am I gonna get this off?" you used the bottom of your shirt to wipe off the substance, all feitan really did was watch as you rubbed the semen he planted off of you, now it looked as if the two of you weren't fucking just now.

now shizuku was here, she was alone despite saying she brung shalnark with her, they must've split up..

"oh, there you two are, what have you been doing all this time?"

"out." you replied, pretending as if you were moaning like hell.

after that whole exchange, the troupe eventually formed again.

you all planned that within the next.... how many more months or years it'll take for the boss to call everyone back in, to steal something else.

everyone was gathering their things to head their separate ways, you walked out of the hotel building in order to take the train back to your home city, but you didn't notice that you had someone coming with you.

"you looked nice with my cum on your face."

you turned your head to see a certain short-ass standing unreasonably close to you, he looked up, now seeing his full face as he gave you a small smirk.

"oh shut up, you should've saw what you looked like when I had your dick down my throat, imagine if someone of the troupe saw you, they'd tease you for days."

your eyes landed on a man who stood from the opposite side of you, his eyes widened before he awkwardly walks away.

"you idiot, you should've kept your mouth shut."

"yeah like you didn't start it.."

but all in all, the two of you had some type of affinity for each other, maybe one day, everything would be better in the future.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #feitan #feitan portor #feitan x reader #feitan smut #feitan x y/n #feitan x you #female reader

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ownedbyfictionalwomen · 11 months

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Because you’re in mommy mode.. Sub! Abby getting all worked up while you tease her… calling you mommy, sucking ur chest.. or more dom! Abby fingering you.. and saying that you own her, and that she’s all yours

we are feeling extra mommy mode tonight baby!! let's go... yay!!! i am feeding you whores this week

warning: titty sucking, nakedness, teasing, mommy kink, mommy!reader, sub!abby, kisses

abby was extra worked up today, it had been easy to tell since the moment you woke up...

the goosebumps tickling across your chest were what woke you up, caused by the feeling of abby's hair brushing over your pert nipples. first it was her hair, and then her fingers, and then her lips and tongue... slowly awakening you into pleasure.

"mmm fuck... mornin' baby," you whispered, smiling down at her and watching how her nose crinkled with her own smile as she pulled away from your chest.

"hi, mommy," she said, laying herself between your thighs, propping herself up on her elbows and smushing your tits together with her rough palms. starting off with sweet gentle licks before giving way to harsh sucks, abby couldn't express her love for your body in words as she squeezed your supple flesh.

so she showed you.

"having fun there, my love?" you watched as abby paid equal attention to your nipples, alternating between the two- if the left one got a kiss, so did the right one.

"so much..." she giggled, gently sinking her teeth into one, watching the way your head fell back and relishing in the way you grabbed ahold of her braid.

"ah ah, be gentle, baby."

abby had then begun leaving little hickies on your skin, marking you up until it was tender to the touch.

just as she was about to head lower, you tightened your grip on her braid and pulled her back up harshly so the two of you were face to face. you adored this feeling, as her thighs straddled the sides of your ribcage, knowing that she could probably crush you at any moment... but all that power was used to serve you instead.

"i don't remember you asking mommy if you could do that."

the pouty look of sheer disdain you received from that... lead to now.

it was sunday, and you and abby had no plans, what better way to spend the day than to spend it naked and teasing your baby of a girlfriend?

when she came back from the gym, a way to channel her anger at you for not allowing her to eat you out, she opened the front door to see you lounging on the couch, bare and with a glass of wine in hand. you gave her a brief once over before refocusing your attention on the television, watching out of the corner of your eye as she balled up her fists and stormed into your bedroom.

for the next ten minutes, you lay there listening to the angry sounds abby was making: various huffs and annoyed mutterings, the shower door slamming open and closed, the drawers under the sink almost being rolled off their hinges.

then your ability to tease got so much harder when abby decided to play you at your own game, walking in front of you with her freshly washed hair falling around her shoulders and not a fibre of clothing on her body either.

oh, fuck. you resisted making any comment, biting down into your bottom lip instead and trying to move so you could see the tv, her glorious hips making that almost impossible. it wasn't until a second later, when she dropped to her knees beside you that your whole plan went to shit.

"please pay attention to me, mommy. can't stand it when you don't talk to me." abby stroked your tummy with one hand and used the other to gently grip the back of your neck, turning your head so you were looking right at her.

"say sorry... you know what for." you said, gently brushing her hair behind her ears with one hand as she rubbed the side of your neck, feeling your pulse thrum underneath.

"sorry for now asking permission to touch you, mommy. won't happen again."

you leaned in, licked her bottom lip before sealing your lips together for a few moments... "there's my good girl."

;)

#hann answers #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby tlou

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riseofamoonycake · 2 months

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Luna, listen to me...

He...

WITHOUT mask! Girl, can you think of that?!? Like, he sure is hot without it!

yay, random thoughts :)

SO HOT, SO HOOOOOOOT I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT

I am sorry for everyone, Luna is horny on main about Bishamonten.

AGAIN.

Shapes of You

⚖️Pairing: Bishamonten x Gn!reader

⚖️Warnings: suggestive

⚖️

«Can I stroke your face?»

The question comes out spontaneously, sweet and hesitant like the first spring flower that still fears the snow, and your eyes light up as you ask it. «Please… just a caress. I promise....»

Bishamonten, the powerful and inflexible Bishamonten, the one you have been calling with the names of love for some time, stares at you with severity as always: from his height, the arms crossed on the chest and with heavy breathing, which seems to swell his veins even more, his eyes are glued to your figure while you sit on the bed with your legs crossed, already tenderly open for what will follow this evening warm with hopes and scented with May desires.

You don't hesitate and lean forward with your torso towards him, the gaze imploring and the lips moistened by your tongue, which dances and moves on them ceaselessly; who knows what view the god must have of you at this moment… «I promise I won't dare more than one caress… but grant me at least this wish…»

Bishamonten takes a deep sigh and stares at you, his deep eyes filled with some glimmer of uncertainty that breaks the usual tenacity, but he doesn't give an inch. «You're weird tonight.»

«The thing is… I've never seen you without a mask before. And… well… you are so handsome without it… your flesh is exposed, your skin is ready for my kisses, why linger any longer?» You know that flattery about his physique and boasting his own beauty is not a matter that interests the great god, yet you cannot help but say what comes into your head, especially if it is the result of the veneration you feel for your beloved; and in your words full of warmth, he reads all the honesty and passion that warms your heart. And this is, yes, terribly exciting even for the monolithic God of Fortune.

«Y/N, it's me. There is nothing about me that is different…»

You hesitate for a moment, then breathe hard; and he sits next to you, stiff and contained but close, closer and closer, until his lips are pressed against your hair, your forehead and your ear. The beginning of intimacy. «… You don't need to make that face.»

You stare into his eyes, like the last of the supplicants. «Just a caress. I beg you. I know you don't like me touching you, but this once… just this once, I beg you, it's a prayer…"

The god listens to you heartily, then lowers his eyelids. And, strangely but not all that rare when it comes to you, he gives up at least a little. «Just a caress», he orders, before darkening slightly and clasping his arms tighter, in an attempt to resist the gentleness of your touch.

As if you didn't know him.

You smile, then stretch out your hands and place them on his face, hugging his entire cheek with your palm. Immediately, you feel Bishamonten panting under your fingers, and with delicate movements you move up and down the entire face, following the shapes of the forehead and nose, tracing the eyes and lips, tapping on the temples, lightly scratching the chin. Now that he is not covered by anything, you take the opportunity to play with his skin, you kiss it continuously and rub your cheeks against it, and you dare to get close to his ears with your nails, this before his strong hands trap yours and his gaze freezes you where you are. «That is enough.»

«But…»

«That. Is. Enough.»

You snort, so you can't help but smirk. «You are giving in, Great Bishamonten. I can see you're giving in… soon, you won't be able to stop me anymore.»

In response, the god grabs your arms, holds you in his and flips you onto the bed, trapping you beneath him with all his weight, pressing you into the mattress. His hair falls to tickle your chest and his teeth bite your cheek, then he barely looks up to stare at you, while his powerful body rubs against your legs. «You are calling upon yourself a long and terrible punishment. Keep going like this and it will become inevitable.»

«No punishment is terrible when it comes from you, my King», you whisper against his lips with an adoring smile, before kissing them softly, slowly, «and it was worth it, now that I can see you without masks anymore. Literally…»

Bishamonten grits his teeth, then looks away and blushes for a moment; and at this vision, you can't help but smile more, while the hands trapped under his arms take the opportunity to caress his hips, knowing very well what it follows...

«You are acting like a brat.»

«And you are sooo good at taming the brats... so why not taming this one, tonight?»

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #bishamonten shuumatsu no valkyrie #bishamonten record of ragnarok #snv bishamonten #ror bishamonten #record of ragnarok bishamonten #bishamonten

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hey! Good day :) here to ask a question!! I was wondering about your process for analysis, character analysis, theme analysis- do you just write or are there specific things you look for? I suppose I’m curious if you have an idea/general gist of what you’re doing or steps you take to do your breakdowns. I’m trying to do something similar out of interest and your works are simply fascinating to read. I look up to your writing a lot!

hello!! Can I ask how you started analysing shows, how you went about it? I’m learning literary analysis and trying to do the same for hunter x hunter but I find it infinitely harder to analyse shows. Especially since I most notably consider diction in literary analysis lol

Hi!

Thank you for your nice words anon(s) and yay! I love meta-asks <3<3<3

So, it depends on the meta. In general, I try to focus on a specific topic, which can be:

a character (arc + foiling between characters)

a theme

the use of a specific motif, when it comes to a character or a theme

These are my three favourite kinds of analyses, but there are other types, as well. For example, some people are really into plot theories/predictions. Others prefer to focus on characters from a psychological viewpoint. Some other writers like to use philosophical lens or to compare different works. It really depends on your preference.

My preference is mostly for thematic analyses. This means that my character metas too tend to use a thematic lens. So...

WHAT IS THE THEME?

In short, the theme of a story is both:

the topic the story is exploring

the moral of the story, aka a phrase which summarizes its message

Stories explores topics through characters and plot, while the way the conflict is solved tells us the moral.

Some examples:

RWBY's main topic is humanity in both its weakness and strength and its moral is that victory is in a simple soul

Madoka's main topic is wishes and its moral is that it is worth to want things and to fight for them, even if it is painful

HXH is strange structurally, but its main topic is self-search, with its moral being that a person should not focus on the goal, but enjoy the journey

All of these messages and ideas aren't just things stated in dialogues (even if someone saying the theme helps). They emerge from the story itself.

RWBY's main conflict is about a destroyed world (remnant) surviving the anger of an evil witch (Salem). If humans let hate divide them, they lose. If they unite, they win. The main thematic question is then... can humans make the right choice? And the answer is that they can, as long as they remain simple souls (Ruby, but also Pyrrha at Beacon, Blake in Managerie, Yang in Mistral, Weiss with her family, JNR when they tag along and Penny in Atlas). The main message is that several people making the right choice leads to change. And that is humanity. This is why the characters keep being asked to give up their idealism and to embrace a more utilitarian way of doing things. And this is why every time they refuse and stick to their idealism. The conflict itself keeps testing their resolution.

Madoka's power system works through wishes, so the girls' powers and their backstories are all defined by their wishes and by how they relate to them. Madoka doesn't know what she wants. Homura's wish turns into an obsession. Mami makes a wish too early and thinks only about herself. Kyouko and Sayaka make a wish for someone else and have opposite reactions to their wishes ending poorly. Finally, it is revealed the girls' wishes are literally the force that keeps the world at balance. So, the plot, character arcs, conflict and worldbuilding are all about wishes.

HXH is made up of several arcs and each arc has its own theme. That said, the overall structure conveys the main theme. Gon's objective is to find Ging, but he keeps taking detours and getting engulfed in unrelated conflicts. However, the moment he meets Ging he realizes it is not his father who defines him, but rather it is all the people he met in his journey and his own experiences. Basically, HXH's strange structure conveys the main theme.

So, the theme (both topic and moral) should emerge by the characters, the worldbuilding, the conflict and sometimes even by the structure itself. In order to find it, one should start with the topic and ask themselves "What does the story really talk about?". The answer to this question will let you understand the theme as topic. The second step is to see how the story explores it.

DIFFERENT POINTS OF VIEW ON THE TOPIC

There are different ways a story can explore a topic. Still, the best stories have different perspectives clash with each other. Very often these different points of view are embodied by different characters.

Here are some examples, with some linked metas that explore the respective stories more in depth.

Madoka (topic= wishes):

Homura is determined to fulfill her wish no matter what

Kyubey is her opposite, as they are unable to wish since they lack feelings. This is why they need to recruit girls into creating energy through wishes

Madoka is in the middle, as she wants to wish for something, but doesn't know what

Mami, Kyouko and Sayaka all explore negative effects linked to wishes, which are connected to other secondary themes. Specifically, Mami explores the consequences of an immature wish, while Sayaka and Kyouko explore the selfishness/selflessness inherent in wishes

The conflict is solved through Madoka learning about the price of wishes, but still choosing to make a wish and to sacrifice her whole self for it. This ending conveys a specific moral: despite the pain and sacrifice that comes with them, wishes are still beautiful and worth it all. If Madoka had chosen to give up being a magical girl and had ended up the series without making a wish, the moral would have been the opposite: that a normal life is better than grandiose and dangerous dreams.

Monster (topic = the value of life)

Tenma believes that all lives are equal, which is why he chooses to save Johan as a child, despite being ordered to operate a far more influential patient.

Eva and Nina believe that not all lives are equal. In particular, Eva thinks that social status and importance in society influence the value of one's life. Nina instead believes that people who commit crime should be punished and lose their lives.

Johan believes no-life has value, including his own. In his words, the only thing all humans are equal in is death.

Here, the moral is conveyed through the Tenma/Nina vs Johan's conflict. Tenma is tested in his beliefs, but ultimately does not abandon them and ends the story by saving Johan. Nina instead is asked to change her mind, as she ends the story embracing Tenma's point of view.

RWBY - The Atlas Arc (topic = trust)

Ozpin lacks trust, as he is unable to trust others, no matter how loyal or dedicated to his cause they are

Ruby wants to "trust safely". She wants others, like Ironwood, to prove themselves to her before disclosing the truth to them

Ironwood is initially on Ruby's same page, but he spirals and comes to embody the "enemy of trust" aka control. He doesn't trust others, but wants to control them.

Oscar embodies trust, as he wants to trust Ironwood since the beginning. Even later on, he keeps on trusting people like Hazel and Emerald who are his enemies.

Cinder embodies another "enemy of trust", aka manipulation. She doesn't need to trust others to work with them, as she can use their feelings and wishes against them.

Penny embodies faith, which is a more extreme form of trust. She sacrifices herself and leaves the maiden power to Winter. She has no proof Winter will be able to save Weiss, Jaune or the relic, but she entrusts the future to her.

All these characters struggle with trust and its dangers. Some, like Ozpin, Ironwood and Cinder decide that trusting is too dangerous. Others, like Ruby, Penny and Oscar realize that to trust is the only way to move forward. Moreover, they learn there is not way to trust safely. As a matter of fact the moral of the arc is that "trust is a risk" and risks mean that things can end up badly. Still, not to take risk means to give up hope.

Hazbin Hotel - You didn't know song (topic= knowledge)

This song explores the idea of knowlege. The characters are after all in the middle of a questioning, which leads to several secrets coming out. Moreover, throughout it all the characters either admit or realize how ignorant they all are. The way they deal with this lack of knowledge establishes different thematic stances.

Charlie and Emily are both naive and ignore the darkest sides of their loved ones. Charlie doesn't know Vaggie used to be an exorcist and Emily has no idea Sera ordered the exterminations. Still, their answer to ignorance is to keep on questioning. They have no idea why only certain souls are admitted in heaven. Still, they think it is important to investigate the phenomenon and use it as evidence that there might be hope for the spirits in hell.

Lute and Adam don't know why some spirits end up in hell and others in heaven. Still, they do not bother to question it. So, Adam is caught by surprise by Charlie's question and has to improvise an answer. Not only that, but even later on the duo insist that Angel not being in Heaven proves he is unholy. And that's it.

Sera does know about the extermination, as she knows the system is unfair. Still, she refuses to question it and forbids others to do the same. She is the only one whose sin isn't ignornace, but knowledge.

There is no a clear thematic resolution to the question posed by the song. This is because the series is not over yet. However, the scene sets up the theme and the way characters will deal with it in later seasons will give us the moral.

As you can see, not only whole stories (like Madoka, or Monster) have themes, but also arcs (RWBY) and even episodes or scenes (Hazbin Hotel). That said, the way to go at it is always the same. Pintpoint the main topic and start investigate how the characters or the worldbuilding deal with it. You are gonna get several stances. The one which emeges victorious is the moral.

Let's highlight that the moral is not always embodied by the protagonist. For example, in the Madoka and RWBY's examples, Madoka and Ruby are initially at a loss and come to learn the moral by the end of the story (for Madoka) and arc (for Ruby). Similarly, Tenma initially does believe the moral, but doubts it throughout the story, only to be reminded and helped by other characters (like Nina).

In any case, the way the protagonist and characters in general relate to the main theme and to secondary themes is key for their arcs.

CHARACTERS AND THEME

When it comes to theme a character can either:

Believe the moral since the beginning

Not believe the moral since the beginning

In the first case, the character either stops believing the moral by the end (negative arc) or keeps believing the moral until the end (positive arc). In the second case, the character either learns the moral (positive arc) or doesn't learn the moral (negative arc).

In short, the story keeps challenging the character on their beliefs and they must either stick to their point of view or change it, depending if they believe in the moral since the beginning or not.

Exhibit A:

Charlie's belief that sinners can be redeemed is right. Still, in the beginning nobody else agrees with her, so she is challenged by the world around her. Her objective is not to lose faith in the Hazbin Hotel and to inspire others to change their mind too. Throughout her journey, she is bound to grow too. She starts as sheltered and naive with a simplistic idea of what redemption is. By the end, she will gain a deeper understanding of redempion and will grow as a result.

Exhibit B:

Eren's journey is about realizing what freedom (the main topic) is about. The problem is that he fixates himself on the idea that freedom means no boundaries, either natural nor humans. This leads him to embrace destruction and nihilism and to lose himself. In the end, the character who realizes what freedom truly is is Mikasa. She doesn't discard her bond with Eren, but is still able to make independent choices and to live as herself. In short, Eren doesn't learn the moral, hence why he spirals instead of growing.

Charlie is a protagonist who knows the moral and will grow with it in a positive arc. Eren is a protagonist who doesn't know the moral and never learns it. This is why he has a tragic negative arc.

These are just two examples, but there can be different combinations. By interrogating yourself on how characters relate to a theme, you get better a better understanding of their role in the story and of their overall arcs.

Still, how to find themes in a story? Luckily, each text is full of hints that are there for us to interpret them.

MOTIFS

Motifs are repetitive details within a story, which are used to communicate themes.

Anything can be a motif: a line, a musical tune, a specific imagery, an object. By repeating them in key moments throughout a narrative, they become symbols, which means they can lead to bigger metaphors and convey specific meanings.

In the song More Than Anything, dream is one of the main topics. We realize it because the characters keep mentioning it. At the same time, light keeps popping up. Lucifer summons light and throws it away, Charlie rememebrs a light show Lucifer imrpovised for her. Lucifer and Charlie start the song in the shadow and they end it in the light. This means that "light" is a motif throughout the song and by seeing how it is used we better understand the theme and the relationship between the two characters. We understand that light is a metaphor for dreams. Lucifer gives up on it, Charlie is inspired by it and eventually Lucifer summons it back as he has decided to believe in Charlie's dream. By looking at the way light is used, we can see that Charlie teaches Lucifer the moral that it is worth it to fight for dreams and not to give up on them.

In the CAA of HXH, gungi is a motif that comments both the topic of humanity and Meruem and Komugi's relationship. Their matches become a metaphor of monstrosity vs humanity, as humanity slowly conquers Meruem to the point he himself chooses to live and die as a human, rather than the King of the Ants. Similarly, Kokoriko symbolically becomes Komugi and Meruem's child, in the sense they give birth to this move and evolve the game.

Sometimes, their meaning is unique to the story. For example, gungi is a motif that makes sense within HxH and can't be brought outside of the series, as it is not a real world game. It only exists in that universe. Some other times, a motif can tie to bigger sets of symbols. For example, light and shadow are universal symbols that bring with them several additional meanings:

Good and Evil

The Jungian persona shadow

In the Hazbin Hotel song the first dychotomy doesn't fit, while the second one does. Initially both Lucifer and Charlie hide things from each other (shadow), whereas by the end they show who they are (light).

In short, to analyze a story, you should find its key motifs. They are hints to better understand the theme and the characters. Different stories will use different motifs and tie them to different wider sets of symbols. To find the right ones can help a lot in better understanding a story, as a whole.

Some examples:

RWBY uses fairy tales and alchemy as its main motif, so these two sets of symbols are the most useful to analyze the series

HxH is a shonen and uses its powers and fights to convey character arcs and themes, so to analyze one's nen abilities helps a lot

Hazbin Hotel is a musical series that takes inspiration from religion and mythology. So, it is probable that the best understanding of it will come from analyzing its songs and from looking into its religion inspiration

Of course this doesn't mean you should only use one motif to analyze a story. For example, you can use RWBY's semblances to look into the characters, as well. And there are some fairy tale allusions in Hazbin too. In the end, it is about using what best helps you understand a story as a whole.

What is more, there are general sets of symbols that can be useful in most stories, such as jungian archetypes. Finally, you might want to start from other aspects of the story itself, rather than theme or characters or plot. For example, you might be drawn to the world-building and realize it is used in a special way to explore the theme. Or you might be curious about character designs and see that they have their own symbolism (for example, I believe RWBY ones do and probably Hazbin Hotel ones, as well).

SOME PRACTICAL ADVICE

I have linked in the title of each paragraph, but this last one an article by @septembercfawkes. Her posts are great to better understand narrative structure and I found them enlightening.

I think the best thing you can do is to start with focused metas. Choose a scene, a character, a motif that intrigues you and start exploring it. It is better to start small and to narrow your focus, it would be easier to organize your article.

I usually outline the contents of the meta before starting to write it. Still, it sometimes changes as I keep writing.

It can be useful to write at the beginning of your analysis what you are gonna do. It will help you remember what the point of the meta is. For example, in my RWBY allusion meta or HxH nen meta, I always start with the motif I am analyzing. I summarize the fairy tale (even if many people know it already) and I explain what the character's ability is about. It helps organizing the flow and the contents.

The more you analyze the better you become at it, so it is just a matter of starting :)

Thank you for the asks, I hope this was helpful and not too much confusing!

Have a nice day!

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Chapter Eight: Never Be Distracted

Gates Of Hell Masterlist

Word Count: 6138

Warnings: swearing, horror, blood, mentions of death, descriptions of gore?

[A/N: this is by far the creepiest thing I have ever written. I did not sleep after writing this. So yay hope you all enjoy! xoxo]

Never Be Distracted

You’re stood in a bare room, a bright white bulb flickering above you.

The room stretches into a hallway, the lights illuminating a path for you to take. But you daren’t move.

A shattering blast of noise drives you forward. You don’t even bother to look back at it. All you know is that you have to run, and keep running.

Double doors burst wide open before your hands can even touch them, leading you into a dark corner. You try to leave, suddenly feeling intimidated by the darkness, but the doors slam shut behind you, and you’re alone.

A blinking light strays you away from insanity. Creeping closer, you feel it calling, pain alighting your fingertips the longer you strayed from contact. It felt consuming. It felt… powerful.

But, as you brush against the small force, it disappears.

“Never be distracted.”

“Don’t look away.”

“Run.”

Screams and yells echo around you, floating like wind whistling past your ears. You can’t focus, spinning around in this dark and empty room. You can make out the voices. Some felt familiar. Others were terrifying.

Your eyelids squeeze shut as a sudden light is shone down on you, illuminating where you stood. It takes a moment to adjust, hand raised above your head to shield your only reliable senses.

It all came in a blur.

The doors fly back open and you stumble back. Blood soaked the walls and floors you ran down, dripping in the cold silence. Crimson lights beamed like sirens, distant screams and crashes causing your hands to twitch with every noise.

You stared down that red hallway until your eyes felt dry, gaze never unwavering from the door at the end. It kept thumping like a heartbeat, getting louder and louder. It looked like something was trying to escape.

The first splinter shattered from the door, and you just stared. You stared and stared and stared. You couldn’t blink. You couldn’t speak.

The pop of a metal hinge barely made you flinch. Whatever was crashing against the door was succeeding, the noises around you getting louder and louder, choir to an incomprehensible buzzing sound.

It finally breaks free, the wooden barrier slamming against the ground. Tears filled your eyes, staring back at a black space drawn into the blood splattered wall. But you could sense it there. Waiting.

Something shifted behind you. Head whipping back, you no longer felt entranced. An object lay on the ground beside you and you frown. Some kind of bracelet, woven by strings. It had something attached, maybe a charm. It glinted in the light.

The hairs on your arm raise. A panicked fear strikes your chest.

Never be distracted. Don’t look away.

Your eyes flicker back to the hallway, heart jumping into your throat.

It was running straight at you.

Run.

Claws rip into your skin as you scream, kicking and pushing at the body. It was digging into your arms, touching your face. The noises around you were blaring against your eardrums, something wet dripping from your mouth.

“Y/n!”

You scream louder, trying to get away, your eyes screwed shut.

“Y/N!”

Then the noise stopped. Everything stopped. All that was left was your aching breath.

Your eyes flutter open and you feel yourself falling back. Anticipating the pain, you gasp. But you never hit the ground.

“Hey, hey, you okay? Y/n?”

You focus on the face in front of you, chest rising heavily. “Steve?”

“So you literally have no other personality other than basketball?” Robin teases, bringing up her leg to rest her foot atop the seat.

“Hey.” Steve frowns, shooting her a glance. “You don’t even know me.”

“Correction. I know that you were captain of our Tigers- go, Tigers- and dated like every girl you could until around Junior year when you unexpectedly started dating Nancy Wheeler. I mean, no one saw that coming, but good for you, I guess.” Robin spewed off facts like it was nothing as Steve widens his eyes. “You throw so many parties that the school practically lives at your house, you’re always ranting about getting a basketball scholarship, and weirdly enough I am fully aware of the crush you had in middle school that you completely ruined but it’s so mind-blowing I can’t even repeat it.”

“I even know that the jump from middle school to high school turned you into a high-class douchebag except, for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.” She finished, flopping her head back to hit the headrest. “So, yeah, I know stuff about you. Most of that information came from the fact that I sat behind you in Miss Click’s class for, like, three years now. I know all of that and you couldn’t even remember my name.”

Steve fell silent for a while, focused on the dark roads ahead. Light was falling much quicker than it used to due to the dark cloud looming over Hawkins. It spread further each day. And it should have been his main concern in this moment. But right now, he hated the thought that he was driving with yet another person that hated him. And the sad part was that she had every right to.

“You’re right.” He eventually says, voice quieter than he intended. “I… I don’t know what happened to me either.”

Robin turns towards him in surprise, clearly expecting a snarky response, trying to assess if he was being serious. But what he said was the truth. He had no idea how he became someone he hated.

Maybe it was the pressure of fitting in. Could possibly be the lack of any parental figure since he was 13. But he couldn’t blame his actions on how other people treated him. He made that choice all by himself.

“You’ve changed.” She adds, breaking the silence. Her voice was softer now, still observing him with her sharp eyes. “What happened to King Steve?”

She asked with a light hearted tone, but it felt like a sucker punch to his gut.

“He died.” Steve replies simply, flicking on his headlights when the sun started to fade, before immediately switching them back off.

“Why’d you do that?” Robin asks, frowning into the black of night.

“Uh, trying not to let every monster freak know where we are?” He raises his brows and she raises her arms in surrender, settling back. Steve frowns at himself. Never before did he think he’d be catching himself repeating the same words that left your mouth.

“So…” Robin starts and Steve awaits the next wave of offensive remarks. “This friend of yours. Where exactly do we think she’ll be?”

“I… have no idea.” He admits and she thins her lips, nodding.

“Yep, yep, love a great plan.” She mumbles, her leg bouncing restlessly.

Steve had nothing else to say. No words of comfort. Just that driving force he felt to find you. It still twisted his gut that he had to drag someone else into this mess, but Robin didn’t really have a choice at the end of it. At least this way, he can try and make up those past years to her.

“Wait.” Robin leans forward, both feet planted on the floor of the car as she points, “What is that?”

He turns to her pointed direction and squints, locating the object of her worry and gulping. It looked like smoke, flames dancing at the source. Something was on fire. Maybe even exploded.

He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he headed towards it, trusting his gut and following its orders. Steve was glad he still had hope left after all of this.

As they roll past, Robin couldn’t stop the gasp escaping her lips. It was a bus, a school bus to be precise. And the entirety of it was covered in fire. They couldn’t see if anyone had been inside it, nor did they want a closer look to find out.

The most concerning part of all, was the three giant gashes running along the side of it. Something strong enough to rip through metal. Something big enough to take out an entire bus with just one swipe.

They drive around the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of a person before the sun disappeared. Once it hit night, Steve knew he would have to get himself and Robin somewhere safe until morning. He was on borrowed time to find you before it was too late.

He was scared he’d have to give up. He hated the idea of leaving you out here during night, not knowing what state you were in. It was almost funny, having feelings of worry instead of hatred. Not that he didn’t find you any less annoying, but Steve felt like he owed this to you. After all, you were willing to push aside your feelings and take him with you to the cabin. It’s just a shame your journey didn’t end there.

“Steve. Steve!” Robin patted his arm. Correction: she whacked his arm with enough force to bruise until he batted her away. He would have snapped at her if it weren’t for her outstretched finger lighting his way to unknown victory.

There, stood in the middle of the road, was a girl. She was facing away from the approaching car, staring at the rubble of a building in the distance. She bore a hoodie, the back printed with lettering.

Harrington [4] Hawkins Tigers

His heart jumps as he brakes the car into a stop, quickly glancing around him before calling out.

“Y/n!” He says and Robin turns to him with furrowed brows. He barely notices, opening his door when you didn’t respond. He’s ready to run towards you until that fear pangs in his chest.

Was it really you?

“Pass me the shotgun.” He says, reaching his hand through the car.

Robin stares at him in disbelief. “What? No!”

“It’s just in case!” Steve pleads, waving his hand around. “What if it’s not her?”

“You won’t shoot until we know for sure?” She asks with little faith in him. He shouldn’t be surprised that Robin didn’t instantly trust someone that only ever showed his worst side through high school.

“I promise.” He says and the metal is placed into his hands.

Steve creeps forward, quickly glancing down at the hands dangling by your sides. They were human, for sure. But that didn’t make his heart beat any slower.

The sound of a car door opening stopped him in his tracks and he turns to hiss at Robin, signalling for her to get back into the car.

“Get back in the-”

“You can’t tell-”

“Just go back in the damn-”

“What if-”

“Go!” He finally puts his foot down and she grits her teeth, glaring at him.

She sends him the middle finger before climbing back into the car, gently closing the door. Steve sighs, turning back.

He circles around, still calling your name, quieter this time.

When he finally sees your face, he almost drops the shotgun. You were stood deathly still, a blank expression, staring at nothing. And what he sees, he’s not even sure is real. Your eyes were completely black, the space fluttering below your eyelids like… like dust. Maybe the dark was playing tricks on him.

“Y/n.” He swings the shotgun over his shoulder and closes the space, waving his hand in front of you. “Can you hear me?”

You don’t respond, and his stomach lurches.

“Y/n, hey. Y/n?” He tries again and again, but you’re not moving. He has to do something.

“Y/n!” He raises his voice and moves forward to grab your shoulders.

And then you scream.

Steve almost jumps as you start to thrash about, trying to push away from him. He keeps yelling out your name, reminding you it’s him. But he soon realises that you have no idea he’s there, and your eyes suddenly screw shut, trying to get away from something he couldn’t see.

“Y/N!” He yells at you one final time before you finally stop, rendering you dead silent.

Then your eyes flutter once more until they return to a familiar hue. You gasp, falling back, and Steve is quick to wrap his arms around you just in time to stop the impact of the ground shattering you completely.

“Hey, hey, you okay? Y/n?” He panics, the whole situation making his stomach sick. You’re not talking, tears streaming down your face.

And then you finally notice him, glistening eyes focused on his.

“Steve?” Your voice is hoarse and quiet. You looked at him in relief before suddenly wrapping your own arms around his neck and sobbing. It was a surprise to have you willingly pull him closer, but he doesn’t let go.

Steve gently lowers you both to the ground and holds onto you. You two had never been this close before. In fact, a few days ago you would have rather died than ever let Steve Harrington touch you. But right now, that pettiness was put aside. Right now, you just needed someone to hold.

“Is everything okay?”

A small voice echoes out and you halt your cries, sniffling as you try and turn around. Steve releases his grip on you, still touching your arms with a worried frown. You try not to think anything of it and search through the dark.

“Oh my god.” Robin steps closer with wide eyes. “Y/n?”

“Robin?” You frown, trying to stand up but feeling like your legs were going to break beneath you. You instinctively grab onto Steve’s arm and his breath hitches, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he helps you stand before clearing his throat.

“You two know eachother?” He asks, glancing between both of the girls smiling at one another.

“Yeah, she’s-” You begin but Robin interrupts as she leaps forward.

“Only her best friend!” She almost yells, managing to catch you in a hug and Steve stumbles away, wincing as he holds his arms out in fear you might topple over again. “Where the hell have you been?”

“A little busy fighting monsters.” You chuckle, feeling dizzy.

She holds you tighter and you can feel her shaking against you. She always tried to hide just how nervous she got in certain situations, usually talking your ear off in attempt to calm herself down. But this time she shook like she was terrified.

“Robs…” You start, the dizziness creating spots in your vision.

“I never apologised.” She blurted, stepping to hold you at arm’s length. She opened her mouth to spew out an apology but instead her face twists in concern. “I- Hey, are you okay?”

Steve raises his head and moves closer. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.” You bat them away. Or, at least, that what you thought you did. But you were batting in the wrong direction. You blink. “Woah, okay, I think I need to sit down.”

Something chittered in the street, echoing from the far side of the darkened alleyways.

“No objections here.” Robin’s eyes were wide and she loops her arm around you, leading you back to the car.

Steve cocks the shotgun and follows, trying to anticipate danger before the danger attacks. He’s pulling the back door open for you as you crawl in, trying to stop your hands from trembling. You felt sick, and your head was throbbing.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He nods to Robin, making sure she’s safely inside the car before he slips back behind the wheel, slotting the shotgun down the side of Robin’s legs.

As he reversed, he couldn’t help his eyes anxiously flickering to his rear-view mirror. It was too dark to really see you, but your eyes glinted with terror every now and then, and he has to bite back his questions. Steve was so close to the lab now, there was no point to inevitably start another argument with you.

He hated that he was worried about someone that mutually detested him. But he hated that haunted look on your face more.

The car was silent for a few minutes, a tension in the air no one addressed. Tonight had been too spooky for everyone, and now you needed to just calm down and collect your thoughts.

It wasn’t until Robin’s voice cuts through the air that you even zone back into reality, the feel of the car soothing you into your own world.

“Woah.” Robin leans forward with squinted eyes. “Is it just me or did everything just get really dark?”

You raise your head to peer out of the window by your feet. It was pitch black and, as you glance to the windscreen, you realised Steve was driving blind.

“We need to stop.” You try to stay, but it was merely a whisper. You were feeling more nauseas by the minute, blinking back tears you couldn’t find the source for.

“What was that?” Robin turns in her seat to face you, craning her neck around the headrest. Something bubbled in your stomach.

“Stop.” You mumble, sure she wouldn’t hear you. But her eyes widen and she whips her head to Steve.

“She’s right.” She nods and Steve frowns.

“What?”

“We have to stop.” She repeats and he cocks a brow. “Seriously, Steve, you can’t even see where you’re driving!”

“No, I know what I’m doing, okay? We’re close.” He says, grip tightening on the steering wheel. As they argue, you feel your throat tightening and an unsavoury amount of saliva collecting below your tongue.

“You can’t-”

“God, do you have to object to everything-”

“When you’re being a dingus, yes!”

“A dingus? What, are you twelve-”

“Oh, shut up-”

“STOP THE CAR!” You suddenly yell out and Steve instinctively slams on the brakes, halting the car to a complete and final stop.

Before they can react any more, you’re fumbling with the handle and stumbling out onto the road. Steve’s brows shoot up and he practically bursts out of his seat and runs over to you, all while Robin sits in shock.

“Hey!” Steve calls after you as you run to what you assume is the edge of the woods, and then you kneel to the ground, planting your hands in front of you.

His footsteps skid to a stop when he hears you vomiting, coughing up what sounded like your entire stomach. Steve would know how you were feeling; he hosted too many parties to never suffer the consequences. But Steve was very sure you weren’t experiencing a hangover.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He moves closer and you hold out a shaking hand.

“Don’t.” You say softly and he bites his tongue.

“We have to keep moving-”

“Oh my god, just stop.” You suddenly snap, turning back to face him. He could just make out your features in the night, his eyes adjusting to the dark circles under your eyes. “I don’t take orders from you.”

You’re suddenly standing, glaring at him. There wasn’t an ounce of certainty in your actions, but you felt angry, and he was right there.

“You can pretend like you’re the hero, Harrington, but we both know you haven’t got a fucking clue what you’re doing.” You say and he clenches his jaw.

“We need to get to the lab, you said it yourself-” Your noise of irritation cuts him off.

“What is it with you and that lab?!” You yell out, hearing Robin’s door open.

“Everyone that loves us is there!” He steps forward, flinging his arm out in a general direction.

“No, everyone that loves youis there!” You retort, shaking your head. “You’re doing this for your own selfish reasons and you’re gonna get us all killed!”

His features were starting to blur so you rub your eyes, turning away. You knew he hadn’t done anything wrong. But god, did you need to let out your frustrations.

“Woah, settle down, lovers.” Robin interrupts, earning glares. “We can all agree that this has been a horrible day. And Y/n… we can’t imagine what you went through before we found you and I can only assume that’s why you’re acting out right now.”

You don’t respond. Instead, you lower your head and gnaw at your bottom lip, refusing to comment.

Robin sighs. “But I agree with her.”

“What-” Steve starts but she shushes him loudly.

“We’re not gonna make it there if we can’t even see it.” She points out and he shuts his mouth, placing his hands on his hips. “But we also can’t stay out here so we need to come up with something, and fast.”

“I have a tent in my trunk.” Steve offers and you both look at him weirdly. He blinks before feeling the heat rush to his cheeks. “Hey, woah, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean I have an actual tent- in my car. A plastic sheet in my car.”

“Pervert.” You grumble and he looks like he’s about to explode.

“Did you say something?” He challenges, narrowing his eyes.

“Did you say something?” You mock, the steam practically pouring out of his ears. “My head hurts, I feel gross, I just want to rest without someone almost crashing.”

“I didn’t almost crash!” Steve folds his arms and you raise your eyebrows.

“You would have!”

“You would have.” He mimics now and you make a sound of disgust.

“You’re such a child.”

“I’m the child?!”

“Oh my god, both of you, shut the fuck up!” Robin groans, dragging her hands down her face. “You’re both children! And I am not your god damn babysitter so pull it together before I beat your heads together!”

“Woah, that’s child abuse, Buckley.” Steve raises his hands, shaking his head.

“Yeah, that’s a criminal offence.” You chime in and Robin drops her shoulders, rolling her head back to look up.

“I give up.” She whispers out harshly before turning around. “If you two wanna be babies, then fine, be babies. I personally wanna survive the night but no, let’s not listen to Robin and instead bicker about our small-scale rivalry in the middle of the apocalypse.”

“Okay then, if you’re so smart, please tell us what your plan is.” Steve interrupts her and she turns back, frowning.

“Uh, what now?”

“Something would be better than nothing.” You say softly, fiddling with the sleeves of the hoodie.

“Okay.” Robin nods, expressing herself with her hands. “We- we stay in the car, right? And we’ll place the tent over the car and just... try to blend in. Is that… good enough?”

“We can’t just be in the middle of the road.” Steve frowns, peering around. “Maybe I can try and park it between some trees or something.”

“Believe me, we don’t wanna be by any trees right now.” You say, wrapping your arms around yourself. You could still see your imposter now, staring at you, mocking you.

“That still leaves us out in the open.” Steve exasperates, feeling like he was getting nowhere.

“We can always camp out there.”

They both turn to where you’re pointing in the dark, eyes widening. A clash of lightning struck in the sky, illuminating the eerie shadow long enough for Robin to make sounds of protest.

“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head, pouting. “Nope. No.”

“It’s not a bad idea.” Steve squinted, your small action of resting your hand on the back of your head not going unnoticed.

“Not a-” Robin gasps, staring at you both like you were mad. “That’s the murder house. A house doesn’t get a name like that ‘cause it’s all cute and cuddly!”

“Okay, yeah, I agree.” Steve points to Robin and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, whatever.” You sigh, not feeling nearly strong enough to be standing for much longer right now. “We’re just gonna have to risk it. We’ll put the tent over like Robin said, maybe use a flashlight and dim it with clothes or something so it’s not too bright.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Robin smiles unsteadily, already bounding over to the car and waiting on shifted feet.

“I guess it’s our only option.” Steve offers, turning away, but your stomach churns out in guilt.

“Sorry for calling you a pervert.” You mumble and he raises his brow, stopping.

“Uh… thank you?” He narrows his eyes in confusion. When have you ever apologised to him?

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” You say, more of a demand than a social courtesy.

Then you’re walking away, your steps a little more forced and wobbly than before. Steve can’t help but question every little thing you do. Not because he was frightened you might be a shapeshifter, he had left that worry behind a long time ago.

Maybe he was over-reacting, trying to find something to occupy his mind and Jesus Christ, did he not want it to be you. It was bad enough you were both arguing again. And he always did this. He found someone else to worry over so he didn’t have to worry about himself.

When you had all finally clambered into the car after successfully flipping the tent sheet over the vehicle, Steve drops the tarp behind him as he closes the door, locking it.

The sleeping arrangements had been made silently. You and Robin were in the back, happy to be facing eachother in slumped sitting positions against the car doors, while Steve stayed in the front, able to recline his seat just enough that Robin had enough space behind him to be comfortable. He also wanted to make sure he was ready to drive at a moment’s notice.

“I can’t see where I should put my legs.” Robin squirms, her worn converse bumping into your shins with every movement. “Stupid long legs.”

“Hold on.” Steve sighs, rooting around the backpack currently resting on the passenger seat. He grabs the flashlight and a spare t-shirt, wrapping the front of it like you had suggested. “Here.”

Passing it backwards over his head, Robin takes it from his hand and locates the switch, smiling.

“That’s better.” She points it at your legs and you both come up with your own solution; you bend your knees to rest against the back to allow your friend enough room to spread herself out. She sighs happily, smiling up at you. “Thank-”

Her smile drops and she leans forward. “Uh, I don’t wanna freak you out, but you look…”

As she tries to search for the word, Steve twists around in curiosity and his face falls.

It had been dark when they found you, only really making out features that were undeniably you. Now that there was light, they could see exactly what the missed.

One side of your head was covered entirely in dark red, running down to your jawline. Dirt was smudged across your cheeks, your eyes reddened like you had been crying. Steve could even see the small cuts and scratches on the back of your hands when you tried to cover your face.

“What happened?” Robin asks quietly, reaching to take one of your hands in hers. She wasn’t really a touchy kind of person; physical contact usually made her feel uncomfortable, especially when someone didn’t understand her boundaries. But she’s always had a soft spot for people that accept her. People like you.

You gnaw at your bottom lip, trying to avoid the eyes staring at you.

“Did you hit your head again?” Steve frowns and you take a breath.

“Yep.” You sound and his eyes widen. “Look, I know it’s bad and I probably have a serious concussion right now-”

“Y/n, we’re way past concussion, you’ve hit your head twice in like two days!” He sits up straight and your brows furrow at his worry.

“Okay, calm down.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You’re gonna give me a headache. On top of this headache.”

“Jesus, you should have said something!” He continued, not lowering his volume as you implied. He was suddenly reaching forward, leaning towards you and you physically sink back into the seat.

“Woah, what do you think you’re doing there, buddy?” You grimace, but he pays no attention, reaching straight past you and grabbing onto something hidden at the back.

Your eyes widen slightly. “My backpack?”

You hadn’t even thought to look for it when you woke up. It had serious supplies in it as well; food, water, first aid. Basically everything you need to survive.

“Technically mine.” He shoots a look while rifling through its contents. “But yeah. It was left on the side of the road with your shotgun.”

“Huh?” Robin looks up, snapped out of her own reality. “I feel like I’ve missed a huge chunk of Y/n and Steve’s happy-time adventures.”

“Not even a single happy-time, Robs.” You sigh. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

“Here.”

You turn to see Steve’s hand offering you white pills, a little paracetamol to help ease the pain. In his other, he held a water bottle. Without arguing, you silently took them from him and gulped the painkillers down, trying to reserve as much water as you could through the littlest sips.

“I don’t suppose you have an ice pack?” Robin asks and Steve frowns.

“Yes. Yeah, I’ve been carrying around ice in my backpack for almost three days now.” He deadpanned. Robin knotted her brows.

“Sorry.” She said with a huff, sitting back. “Just don’t want my best friend to die on me, I apologise if my panicking leads me to ask stupid questions.”

“I’m not gonna die, Robs.” You say just as you wince, looking up at her. “Well, not right now, at least?”

“If you die, I’m personally gonna climb up to heaven and drag your ass back down.”

“Yeah, like she’s going to heaven.” Steve snorts and you roll your eyes.

“Ooh, burn.” You mock and he clicks his jaw, looking away.

“Don’t die.” He says, getting comfortable. “And if you do, die silently.”

“If any of us were to die tonight, it’s gonna be out of murder.” You grit your teeth and turn to find Robin’s wide eyes glancing between you.

“You guys are terrifying. And on that note, I’m going to sleep.” She shakes her head, snuggling back into the door. “Y/n, don’t kill Steve. And Steve, don’t let Y/n die. I wish everyone a happy nightmare.”

“Story of my life.” Steve mutters before he’s silent again, shutting his eyes.

You don’t fall asleep for a little while, at least not until the meds kick in. You were never good at switching off your thoughts in the silence, especially when there are so many things lurking in the dark around you.

There was that little voice that wondered around your head, exploring the caverns on your memories, pulling out ancient artefacts you had buried as soon as you found them. That little voice right now was leading you through the tumbling series of unfortunate events you recently faced. The monsters, the blood, the shadow. That cold nightmare of the blinking hallway.

It circulated over and over until you tired yourself out from the anxiety. Once you heard Robin’s heavy breaths, you quietly reach over and switch off the flashlight. It was going to take some more time, but your eyelids were already drooping from exhaustion, sleep calling you to unconsciousness. And, eventually, you let yourself drift.

Steve assumed he was the only one awake until the light suddenly disappeared. He had blinked against the plunged darkness before hearing movement behind him. Out the corner of his eye, he could just make out your shape, your head resting gently against the back seat.

He had so many questions. So many he knew you would refuse to answer. And he knows you were never close, even when you weren’t ripping eachother’s throats out. But he couldn’t ignore how much he needed to know to satisfy his mind.

And he was getting really bad at ignoring that pit in his stomach whenever he sees you’re hurt.

You’re stood in a bare room, a bright white bulb flickering above you. It all feels too familiar.

The room stretches into a hallway, the lights illuminating a path for you to take. It takes you a second before you realise you’ve seen this before.

A shattering blast of noise drives you forward. You’ve already done this before and yet, you keep running. You don’t have a choice.

Except you’re not alone this time.

Someone stands further into the room, turned away from you. You should feel scared. But you move closer, somehow feeling safer.

You notice they have longer hair, reaching their shoulder blades. It’s the only feature your mind can decipher, like something was blocking you from the full truth. You reach out, hoping they can help.

But, as you brush against their shoulder, they disappears.

“Never be distracted.” A voice whispers out, distinctively female.

“Don’t look away.” It’s an older man this time, gruff and hoarse.

Then comes a softer voice, male, all too familiar. “Run.”

Screams and yells echo around you, floating like wind whistling past your ears. You knew they were coming and you try to search the dark for anything new. But the noise was just too overwhelming to focus.

Instinctively, you squeeze your eyes shut just as a sudden light is shone down on you, illuminating where you stood. It didn’t blind you this time, and it gave you an opportunity to view a piece to this nightmare you hadn’t seen before.

You opened your eyes to watch a silhouette passing through you, like a ghost. It ran to the front doors and pulled them apart, then it disappeared. You couldn’t make out its features either. You weren’t even sure it had any.

It all happened again. The blood soaked walls and floors, beaming sirens, distant screams.

Your eyes flicker to the door that kept thumping like a heartbeat, growing louder and louder. It would only be seconds before something broke through. And maybe this time, you’d know what it is. And not get distracted-

The bracelet.

Knowing you had time, you turn around quick enough to see that you weren’t alone again. It was the same person as before, still quiet, still faceless. Except this time they were facing you, hair clinging to their face like sweat. They were on the ground, swiping their arms in front of them like they were swatting something away. Or protecting himself.

There was a sudden shift, their shadow bleeding red. Their wrist flicked to the side as they fall back down completely, fading into the floor like they were never there. All that was left, was what had broken from their wrist.

It was the same as the last nightmare; some kind of bracelet, woven by strings. It had something attached, maybe a charm. It glinted in the light. And this time, it had snapped in half, frayed edges of the circling rope. You look a little closer, noticing a figure eight etched into the shiny metal dangling from it. Infinity?

The hairs on your arm raise. A panicked fear strikes your chest. Everything was quiet. You had looked away for too long.

Never be distracted. Don’t look away.

Part of you didn’t want to turn around, already knowing the outcome. But this nightmare had to end.

You slowly turn around.

And it was staring at you, barely a breath away.

Dark green eyes.

“Run.”

You wake up, jolting. There wasn’t a sound that left your lips, no movement from the other sleeping bodies to indicate you had been loud. You were sat silently, back soaked in your own sweat, gulping against your racing heartbeat.

Sighing, you notice the colours of morning peeking through the thin gaps of the tent hiding you, decorating the car with various slices of burning hue.

Your eyes drift to the driver’s seat, soft snores from the head lolled against the window, fogging the glass.

Then you settle on the girl in front of you, her arms wrapped around herself while her legs had been flailed across the back seats, one even over yours. She always fidgeted in her sleep, evidence from the many painful sleepovers you had enjoyed.

Something on her wrist glints in the light, catching your eye. You don’t fully acknowledge it at first, caught in the haze of your waking nightmare. Then it shines again.

A chill ran down your spine, an unhealthy thumping in your chest. How could you have forgotten?

You were the one that gifted her that charm, and you had watched her weave that bracelet onto her wrist, a satisfied smile on her face when she had tied the final strings.

Chapter Nine: An Alliance Or A Mistake? ->

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