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Canidae - Geto Suguru

Ah, my first hybrid au and full on yandere piece for jjk! A momentous occasion, I hope everyone likes it lol, femme reader btw. 7.5k words

part two

Content warnings: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, kidnapping, not a/b/o but there’s mentions of going into heat, size difference(although I’m not sure how well I wrote it), talking about a past murder(but no actual killing), choking, stalking, dumbification, kind of shy/skittish reader, drugging(w/ pills and w/ a syringe), brief mention of drug usage, needles, slimy men...there’s a lot of slimy men in here

(S/N) = stage name

It’s been about two months since you ran away from home. You try not to think about it, but in the quiet moments of the day, the hours that you should be using to sleep before your next shift, during meals and even at work, it creeps up like a sickness that just won’t leave.

You hadn’t wanted to leave your home, even if the people there weren’t really your family by blood. After being adopted by the Getou family in your late childhood, you thought life would get better. They seemed like a wonderful family of fox hybrids, all silky black hair and cunning little smiles. Although they weren’t in your same species family, as a house cat you could get along with them easily, a subtle praise to evolution for making foxes more like cats than dogs.

“Hey house cat, stop sulking by the bar and go talk to customers.” A slap on the wall next to you jolts you out of your thoughts and into the loud and bustling world around you.

“S-sorry boss.” Ducking your head away from your furious boss, you adjust the skimpy shorts and crop top that truly did nothing to hide your skin. Working at a seedy hostess bar wasn’t exactly the plan when you ran away, but they were the only place willing to hire you.

Looking out across the crowded bar floor, at least you didn’t have to worry about going out on the street and handing out flyers to get customers tonight. There were several men of different species and ages, sitting at the bar with dark liquor or having pretty bunny girls pour drinks from overpriced bottles at private tables.

Taking a glance at what table you’d been assigned, your stomach twisted in knots. It was a table full of lion men, their business suits wrinkled beyond hope and their manes even more disheveled than what was normal for a lion.

“Hey pretty kitty!” One of them shouted drunkenly, waving a large clawed hand at you as you shuffled closer.

“H-hello.” Giving a nervous wave, you felt a little better at seeing a coworker - a red panda hybrid - sitting between a few of them.

“Ah this is (S/N), she’s a newbie!” The girl, who called herself Fuyumi, announced. Holding up her glass in salute, she took a sip.

“Fresh meat huh?” Suddenly, all eyes were on you again, but the atmosphere shifted. A predatory look was shared between the group and a few men got up to let you slide into the booth, next to your coworker.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” A lion purred loudly next to you, putting a heavy hand around your arm and squeezing your shoulder.

“T-thank you! Let me- let me pour you a drink?” Shrinking under the weight and his lecherous gaze, you grabbed the liquor bottle they ordered and refilled a few drinks that needed to be topped up. Your ears were pressed flush to your head from the nerves, tail slightly puffed up behind you.

“So, your name is (S/N)?”

“Mhmm!” The stage name was something you thought of on the fly, trying to make it the least like your real name as possible. Accepting a drink from Fuyumi, you tried to ease the anxiety pricking at your skin.

Listening in on a story being told by one of the men, you tried to act like you were paying attention. Faking a smile, laughing loudly and keeping the drinks full - those were the only things on your mind. Not the clients walking by being escorted to secret back rooms or the people so obviously snorting something up at one of the tables in the back.

“(S/N), you’ve been quiet!” The man with his arm around you shook you side to side, his eyes falling to your breasts moving and being squished together when he squeezed you to him. “Tell us about yourself!”

“Uhm-” Taking a quick glance at Fuyumi, you cleared your throat. “Well I’m new to Tokyo-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He cut you off, an eager look in his eyes. You shook your head obediently. Even if you did have a boyfriend, you couldn’t say yes. You had to be seen as attainable, just within arms reach if they wanted to have you for themselves.

“That’s good, the boys in Tokyo won’t do you any good.” A man to your left chimed in. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his hairy chest covered in golden fur. “But the men in Tokyo are a different story.” He winked at you and you forced a giggle up, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your slight displeasure.

“Yeah, what you need is a man, (S/N). You seem so nervous!”

“House cats usually are.” Fuyumi piped up. Grabbing your chin, she pursed your lips with the tips of her white painted claws. “Isn’t that right?” Cooing at you like a baby, she shook your head and turned you to face the men at the table. “(S/N) was so nervous for her interview she nearly cried!”

A round of mocking teases sounded at the table as Fuyumi let go of you, some of them calling you a ‘poor baby’ while others offered to buy you another round of drinks to help you feel better. Your face burned, embarrassment and the close proximity of all the bodies around you making a light sheen of sweat glisten on your skin.

“I’m fine now, though, promise!” Biting your lip, you did as you’d practiced before your shift: putting an arm under your breasts, you pushed it up and tilted your head down, looking up at the men from beneath your lashes. “I feel much better with all these big strong men here.”

It made you sick, the way they all leered at your body and visibly adjusted the front of their pants. Ordering a few more bottles for the table, the sick feeling refused to leave. It clung to the back of your throat, rising bile that refused to be swallowed down.

Hours later, as the sun began to rise and proper members of society were starting to head to work for the morning, you were finally done with work. The table of lions had bought your time for the whole night, their egos boosted by your show of submission.

“You actually did okay tonight, house cat.” Your boss grunted, thumbing through the cash she was counting. “Here’s your cut.” Holding out a handful of bills, you knew better than to question how much was in it. The last time you’d tried to speak up about being shorted, your only window was shattered by a brick and it cost all of your money to fix it.

“Thank you.” Nodding politely, you took it from her hand. It felt slightly larger than normal, but you knew it wasn’t the full amount you’d been promised to receive when you started working. There was always a bit taken off the top, and since you were a newbie, even more.

Quickly changing into baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, you slinked out of the club's back entrance with your hood drawn tightly. Located in the red light district, no one batted an eye at you or where you worked, but it wasn’t them you were worried about.

Running away from home meant running away from the only family you had left, an over controlling big brother with an obsession. An obsession with you. Ever since you met, got adopted all those years ago, he had been infatuated with you.

As a young, freshly teenaged fox, suddenly acquiring a little sister had been exciting. Especially when it turned out you weren’t the same species. He always wanted to be around you, ask you questions about what it was like to be a cat. At first they were innocent, asking about your diet and favorite toys, but as he got older, his interest in you skewed.

You saw the search history on his computer, he spent hours researching cat hybrid heat cycles and when the best time to mate was. He started to go through your phone, taking it away from you under the guise of just being an annoying older brother while secretly looking through all your messages. Always getting jealous if you hung out with friends or didn’t want to sit in his room with him. And his friends knew about his obsession, feeding into it and talking about how much they wished to have a little sister like you, and if he’d be so kind as to share.

Your older brother became more obsessed with you while he was looking for a job after university. Spending hours applying for jobs and going to interviews, he wouldn’t shut up about getting a good job and moving out with you. And when he finally got that good job he always mentioned, that’s when you had to run.

Walking with your head down through the streets, waiting at a crosswalk to pass had you on edge. Just remembering the way he held your hand in public with a grip tight enough to cut off circulation had you shoving your hands into your pockets. A couple walked across the street with their arms around each other, and suddenly the suffocating weight of your brother's arm around your waist as he slept in your bed with you was back.

Forcing air through your lungs, you ran the rest of the way home. It wasn’t a long way to the crummy apartment block you called home and you were inside your cramped studio space and crumpled against the door in no time.

It didn’t always feel good to be in here with it’s water stained ceilings, barely usable pipes and the one, barely big enough window near the front door. You could hardly call it a home, it was just a room with the mattress you bought second hand and the clothes you ran away with strewn across the floor with a tiny kitchen shoved into the corner and a bathroom that surely wasn’t up to code.

But for now, it felt amazing. Your running had only exacerbated the exhaustion you had from working such grueling hours, and just crawling over to your dirty bed took all the energy you had left. With the sun beginning to rise properly into the sky, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

The sudden alarm from the crappy phone you bought was what woke you up, the early evening sun and the sound of your neighbors yelling at one another through the walls pulling the last few bits of sleep from the edges of your mind.

And so do the set of crystal blue eyes staring in at you from your window, one that not even you can see out of because it’s too high.

“Sat-” The name catches in your throat, and when you blink again the eyes are gone. Rushing out of bed, you rip open the front door and look up and down the hallway. But there’s no one there, no bright white arctic fox fur to be seen, and certainly not the man attached to it.

Gripping the door tightly in your fingers, you linger in the threshold. The longer you stayed out, the more the vivid eyes watching you sleep became a memory, something your overworked mind must have conjured up as it went from sleeping to being awake. With a shaky sigh, you step back into your apartment to get ready for your next shift.

Meandering through the busy streets, you passed by shops that were starting to become familiar to you. There was the odd convenience store, a few illegal gambling dens with restaurant fronts, strip clubs and sex shops.

With time to kill before your shift, you dashed into a convenience store, it’s stark fluorescent lighting a nice switch from the everchanging neon signs outside. Scrounging up what little pocket change you had, you bought the cheapest food possible and sat down at the tiny table near the windows.

Eating slowly, trying to savor not only every bite but every minute before going back to work, a flash of white caught your eye as the convenience store door was opened. The little jingle that played was the only indication someone had actually entered, you barely saw the door open or close.

You could only see a glimpse of the pure white, not even a full on look. Glancing over your shoulder, you didn’t see anyone standing in the aisles, no ears stuck out to give you an indication as to who had come in.

But there was the feeling of being watched that had you on edge. When you turned fully away from the window to look at the store behind you, there wasn’t anyone watching you, yet the feeling still stuck. The target on your back had just been shot dead center, a sharp pang of fear gripped your heart the longer you looked at the seemingly empty aisles.

“Long way from home, little kitten.” A familiar face emerged from your right, but it wasn’t the man you thought it was.

“N-nanami?” It was a shock to see him in a neighborhood like this, his pristine suit more fitted for the financial district a few train stops over that he sometimes visited for work. He was in his usual suit, the one he liked to wear when he was over at your house, and his blond ears and tail were as immaculately trimmed and proper as ever.

“Hm, you’re not calling me Kento-nii anymore?” He said scornfully, sliding into the seat next to you and leaning his elbows on the table.

“Sorry, Kento-nii.” Bowing your head, you turned back to the table as well. Clenching your quivering hands in your lap, your claws dug into your skin to try and ground yourself. Kento hadn’t even said much and yet you were ready to pass out.

“Why’d you run away? You know we all miss you.” Leaning his head in his hands, Kento stared out the window at the people walking by. His lip curled a little in disgust, and a low growl rumbled from the back of his throat. “This isn’t the place for a girl like you.”

“You know why I had to leave.” Staring down at your hands, your eyes burned as you blinked away tears at the memories forcing their way back to you.

“I don’t. Enlighten me.”

“Kento-nii, please-” Your voice trembled, catching in your throat as it broke.

“Tell me, (Y/N). Why did you leave?”

“S-su-” It made you want to throw up just saying his name, so you didn’t. “He killed our parents.” Saying it out loud made the painful burn behind your eyes grow stronger until you were blinking hot tears down your cheeks.

“That’s not true.” Kento said calmly while turning to you. “Your parents died from-”

“Don’t lie for him!” You shouted, finally looking up at Kento. As soon as your voice raised, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, forcing your head against his chest and pulling you into a tight hug. Dipping his head down, Kento’s chin brushed your ears as he pressed his lips to them.

“Listen little kitten, you know better than to raise your voice at me. And you know better than to lie.” The fingers around your neck tightened and Kento dug the tips of his claws against your pulse. “Your parents died in a murder-suicide, nothing more nothing less.”

“Let go!” You sobbed, thrashing around in his hold. It was truly useless to try and fight against him. Foxes - and truly, a lot of other hybrid types - were much larger and stronger than you. There wasn’t any chance you had at trying to beat him in strength, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try.

“Calm down, you’re making a scene.” Fully enclosing his hand around your neck, Kento squeezed the air from your throat and shut down the subsequent scream that followed. Reduced to whimpering, you stilled your body and tried to tug his hand off.

Gasping and choking when he finally let you go, your body was weak from the lack of oxygen and you fully slumped into Kento’s hold. Struggling to catch your breath, there was little solace you could find in his hand stroking between your shoulder blades.

“Come home, (Y/N).” He said gently, like he was coaxing a child into eating their unwanted vegetables.

“No.” Shaking your head weakly, your body trembled violently. Kento didn’t need to speak for you to know he wasn’t pleased with your answer, the pregnant pause that followed was enough.

“Why must you be so difficult, hm?” With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Kento let you sit upright again. Tsking at your bloodshot eyes dripping with tears, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped your face clean.

Your lower lip shook as you looked up at him, honey colored eyes to match his blonde hair. Vertical pupils stared back at yours, the only thing the two of you really had in common.

“I’ll ask one more time: will you come home with me, (Y/N)?” Cupping your cheek, Kento wiped the snot dripping from your nose and the drool that had started to drip past your lip. “If you say no one more time, I can’t promise anything.”

“Kento-nii…” Sniffling pathetically, you blinked hard and shook your head.

“(Y/N).” Groaning in annoyance, Kento dropped his hands and put his head back. “I don’t think you’re listening-”

“Y-you listen to me!” Standing up abruptly, your chair fell over from the force and loudly clattered to the ground. “I’m never going back there! Not ever!” It was dangerous to shout at Kento, especially as you saw his pupils begin to dilate. Out of all your brothers friends, he was the one who took the rules most seriously.

Grabbing the food you had left, you ran out of the convenience store. As your feet slammed against the pavement, you didn’t dare look over your shoulder to see if he was chasing after you. Kento hadn’t been the type to play those sort of chase games back at home, but the desperation to have you back in that house was strong enough that he just might follow you.

Running all the way to the clubs back entrance, you slipped inside and hid in the storage room. No one truly bothered to come back there anyway, it was the perfect place to hide behind a few untouched boxes until it was time for your shift.

“Hey house cat, someone personally requested you.” Your boss grunted when she saw you, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

“Who is it?” Attempting to look at the clipboard in her hands, you didn’t quite catch the name of the person that was written down.

“Who cares, it’s some rich fox wearing glasses. He’s at the back, you can’t miss his white hair.”

“What?” Your eyes shot open, heart stopping as her words bounced around your skull. It was too much of a coincidence that Kento had found you and now a white haired fox had requested you.

“Hey.” Grabbing you by the shoulder, your boss glared at you and turned your body around. “Get to work already and stop zoning the fuck out. You don’t want to make me put you on flyer duty do you? There’s some weirdos out tonight that would just love-”

“No! No, I’m sorry ma’am. I’ll get going right away.” Stepping away from her tight hold, you tried not to tremble as you walked to the back table. As you got closer, your knees nearly gave out on you as the fear you had was materializing right before your eyes.

It was indeed Gojo Satoru, your brother's best friend and the deadliest arctic fox you’ve ever come to know. With his pristine snow white hair and ears, keen blue eyes and those trademark dark sunglasses he wears, there was no mistaking him.

“Hey, little sister.” He crooned as you slid into the booth next to him, keeping a healthy distance between the two of you. “Missed ya.”

“Toru-nii, why are you here?” Keeping your eyes locked on the melting ice in his cup, you could barely breathe from the weight of your fear. There wasn’t anything that Satoru couldn’t - or wouldn’t - do. He’d always been the smartest, the strongest, he could beat any hybrid in anything he set his mind to, even with clear biological differences set between them.

“What do you mean why am I here? I’m here to see my favorite little kitten at her new job!” Throwing his arms open wide, Satoru had an easy smile on his face despite your obvious discomfort. “Although, I can’t say you’re doing very well so far. My glass is still empty.”

Wordlessly, you stiffly poured him a drink and slid the glass over to him. Pouring one for yourself as well, you clinked your glasses together when he raised it and took a short sip. Usually you didn’t drink on the job, getting the bartenders to mix you something that was mostly pure juice. But tonight you needed to take a bit of edge off.

“Please just go.” Forcing the words out of your tight throat, a wave of nausea washed over you as Satoru put his hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t leave here without you.” His lips brushed your ears like they used to back at home, but this time he wasn’t whispering crude little jokes to get you to giggle. Sliding his hand from your shoulder to around your ribs, Satoru quickly overwhelmed your personal space with the size of his body.

“Toru!” You gasped as his claws dug into your ribs, threatening to push through the spaces and break them entirely. Tugging on his hand, you looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to your lonely little table in the back.

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Kento already tried to be nice and you were just so mean to him.”

“T-toru-nii, please!” Desperate tears sprang to your eyes as every word he spoke was punctuated with a tightening grip around you.

“And here I thought we trained you to be a good girl, (Y/N), I really did. But good girls don’t yell at their big brothers, they don’t lie and-” Satoru broke off to send a charming smile to a few passing hostesses before returning to you, “They certainly don’t run away.”

A choked sob racked through you, drowned out by the loud music being played overhead. In your struggle to get his hand off, you hadn’t realized Satoru slid you onto his lap until it was too late and he could wrap both long arms around you.

Forced to lean back against his lanky body, his fluffy white tail wrapped around yours, deftly hugging it close to him. Engulfing your scantily clad body, Satoru burrowed his nose between your ears, inhaling the scent he always said he liked back home.

“I’ve always wanted to see you wear something like this, ya know.” Thumbing the edge of your crop top, Satoru dipped his fingers underneath the fabric. “Always wanted to dress you up and play pretend, be my cute little hostess for the night.”

“Stop.” Grabbing his wrist, your eyes desperately searched for someone to come save you. But being seated at a table so far in the back of the club was playing to Satoru’s advantage; no one really paid attention to the back of the club because that’s where the truly shady things happened.

“C’mon kitty, play with me.” Satoru whined, bouncing you on his lap a few times. He was always childish, always whining for you to pay attention to him whenever he got the chance, and now was no different. You couldn’t see it, but you knew he had that trademark silly smile on his face regardless of the fact he had a death grip on your body.

“Toru-nii.” Jutting your lip out in a pout, you finally lurched your upper body forward enough to look at him over your shoulder.

“There’s that cutesy little face I missed.” Cooing at you, Satoru loosened his grip enough to let you sit sideways across his lap. Forcing you to wrap an arm around his middle, Satoru kept a tight grip on your back.

“Toru-nii…” Fiddling with the fabric of his shirt, you stole a glance at the eyes staring right through you. “Why do you- why are you helping him so much? You know what he did, I don’t-”

“I helped him do it.”

“What?” Your jaw fell slack and you stared right at him.

“Look, there’s no point in lying to you.” Leaning forward, Satoru grabbed his drink and took a generous swig. “I helped your brother kill your parents and stage it. We even practiced on a few drifters before moving onto the real deal.” Satoru’s smile had fallen, an unfamiliar serious look taking its place.

“You have no idea how long we all planned it, all three of us. Kento took care of your trust fund and the insurance, I subdued your parents and got them in position, and Suguru was the one who pulled the trigger.”

Tears were streaming down your face, smearing the makeup you’d put on, dripping into your open mouth. All other noise in the club fell away, leaving your ears ringing loudly from the silence in your head. Air was barely coming in or out of your lungs, your throat too tight to properly breathe.

“We had it all planned out perfectly, but then you just had to go and mess it up.” Satoru landed a swift slap to your thigh. “You just had to be a bad kitty and run off.” A second slap knocked the air back into you and your body jerked back.

“Toru-nii, why?!” Your scream was loud enough to be heard over the music, and Satoru looked around at the few curious eyes that were now looking at you, his ears flattening against his head as he forced a smile.

“We had to do it (Y/N), so we could all live together as a pack.”

“B-but we already had one.” Sure, you didn’t necessarily need to live in a group but it was nice to be in your adoptive family's pack and be surrounded by their love and care.

“That one...wasn’t the right fit.”

“For who?” Sniffling loudly, you wiped the snot from your nose. “Who wasn’t it right for?” It had been perfectly fine for you. There wasn’t any fighting, no strained dynamics and when your parents were alive, there wasn’t an overbearing older brother trying to completely consume you.

“You’ll do much better in the pack we have now, (Y/N).” Gripping your upper thigh tightly, Satoru leaned forward to press his lips against your ears once more. “Your big brothers will take great care of you.” A sound got caught in your throat, something halfway between a gasp and a scream.

“T-toru-Toru-nii.” A fresh wave of tears pricked your eyes and you blinked hard to keep them at bay. “Can I use the restroom? I just- I really need to use it.” Satoru stilled for a moment, sizing up your words and his options.

“Alright, but be quick.” Slowly releasing the tight hold he had on you, you could finally breathe again. Sliding out of the booth, you bolted to the employee bathroom and collapsed against the far wall.

There wasn’t a way out of the club without Satoru seeing. Even if you ran out the backdoor, he would still see you coming out of the bathroom. The front door was no use, there were too many people you would have to maneuver around.

“And then I said- what the hell, house cat? Are you drugged out?” A few bunny girls walked in, their long floppy ears decorated with silk ribbon. They never really spoke to you, but they weren’t mean to you either.

“My client- he’s just- I-” Stammering, you couldn’t find the words to explain the situation.

“Is he being a fucking freak?” Sauntering up to you, they tugged you up from the floor to lean against the sink counter. Sighing loudly as you nodded, one of them pulled out a small baggie from her bra, a few red pills tucked safely inside. “Here, slip one in his drink and he’ll be out like a light. Then you can have security escort him out.”

“No, he’ll notice.” Satoru would notice without a doubt if you tried to slip something into his drink. He was always watching you, sometimes more than your brother was.

“Alright well I’ll mix a drink and bring it to him, tell him he gets a free drink as a first time customer.”

“You’d do that, really?” You were nearly beside yourself with a sudden rush of hope.

“Yeah, why not? It’s been a while since I’ve had to drug a client. Plus, we can’t have our newest recruit quitting on us already!” Giving you a cheeky wink, the girls sent you on your way, promising to handle it swiftly.

Returning to the table, Satoru pulled you onto his lap once more. You didn’t struggle or make a single peep as his arms wound around you again. His grip was much softer now, not threatening to bruise and crush you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the girls you talked to walk to the bar. They didn’t look at you at all, going straight to the bartender and whispering a few things in their ear. Attempting to make conversation with Satoru, you didn’t have to wait long for them to come to your table.

“Hi sir, we heard it was your first time here!” One of the girls shouted, bouncing on her heels and making her ears flop around.

“Mhmm, so we thought it would be a nice treat to give you a drink on the house!” Another girl came up, setting down a bright pink cocktail. “Go ahead and try it, I bet you’ll like it!”

“Hm, okay.” Shrugging his shoulder, Satoru grabbed the drink and took a sip, smacking his lips together at the flavor and then taking another. “This isn’t bad, thank you!”

“Of course sir, our pleasure.” Winking at the both of you, they walked away slowly, keeping their eyes on Satoru and fully turning away after seeing him down half the drink.

Satoru always did like a bit of liquor, and it would quickly be his downfall. The drink was a sweet fruity concoction to mask the bitter pill as it dissolved and Satoru’s deadly sweet tooth was hooked immediately.

You didn’t even fully wait for him to pass out before getting out of his lap. His heavy head bobbed side to side, his words slurred not like you’d heard before and his arms had fallen slack off of you. Only his droopy eyes could seem to follow you, silently demanding you to stay in place.

Throwing on your outside clothes in the back room, you kept your hood tightly drawn as you ran from the club. You weren’t worried about pissing your boss off and having to deal with the repercussions, you wouldn’t be returning to that place ever again.

Bursting through your front door, you grabbed whatever clothes you could and shoved them into your bag. The small stack of bills you kept hidden in the bathroom was a welcomed weight to your growing pile, there was enough to at least buy a train ticket and a hot meal a good distance from Tokyo.

Under the cover of the moonless night, you tried to stick to the back alleys on your way to the station that would take you out of town. It paid off to live in such a seedy area, you knew all the ins and outs and where to go to avoid being seen.

Popping your head out from an alleyway, the street before you was deserted. A long string of old warehouses called the street home, their brick and mortar facades well worn from time. Dodging the streetlights as best you could, you could practically taste freedom on the tip of your tongue.

“Oh little sister.” A voice rang out into the dead street, an eerie song sung on the lips of the one man you’d never wanted to see again. Keeping as still as possible, your eyes burned from not blinking, and your lungs from not breathing.

His slow, methodical footsteps scraped across the cement ground, echoing in the silence and heightening your anxiety with every slow drag of his feet. As the sound drew closer, you pressed yourself against the doorway of a warehouse. There wasn’t any way you could outrun your brother, so you had to devise a plan to outsmart him when he got close enough.

“Little sister, I’ve been looking for you.” Suguru came to a halt right in front of you, his towering build casting a shadow over you in the already dark alcove. He was wearing what he had on the last time you saw him, a simple black tracksuit and his favorite slides. His hair had gotten a little longer, resting a few inches past his shoulder blades with the top half in a bun.

Quirking a brow, Suguru hummed low in his chest, reaching an arm out and resting a hand next to your head. His long black claws scraped against the wood of the door, his hand easily large enough to encompass your whole face and then some. The natural musky scent of his body was sickeningly familiar, like you’d only gone just a few hours without smelling it.

“Tell me, did you have fun playing hide and seek with your big brother?” Flashing two rows of gleaming white and perfectly straight canine teeth, Suguru leaned over you, the expanse of his chest blocking out any wiggle room. “I hope you did, because I’m done playing now.”

“Y-you’re not my- my big brother anymore.” Screwing your eyes closed, you twisted your head away from him as much as you could.

“Don’t say such things, (Y/N), you’ll hurt my feelings.” Suguru laughed dryly, clearly unamused.

“Getou li- ahh!” In a flash Suguru had his other hand around your neck, lifting you up to dangle on your tiptoes as he choked you.

“Don’t you ever call me that again, do you fucking understand?” Staring at you with unblinking eyes, Suguru squeezed hard. When your eyes started to roll to the back of your head he let go, stepping back slightly to let you fall to the ground.

Struggling to regain your breath, you tried to crawl away through the small gap left between the wall and him. You barely got one full step before Suguru grabbed you by the back of your hoodie, forcing you to stand and practically dangling you in the air like a doll.

“What’s this?” Seeing the sliver of skin underneath the hoodie, Suguru wrenched it off of you. Your sweats came off shortly after and you were exposed to the elements and his growing glare. “Care to explain why you’re half fucking naked?”

“G-” You started but quickly pressed your lips closed at the sharp look he sent you. “Suguru, just let me go.”

“Answer my fucking question.” His tone left no room for further argument, and you slowly drew your arms over your exposed midriff.

“I started working at a...a hostess bar.” Your words hung in the air, the weight of them heavy and clinging to every part of you. Suguru’s face made no change, the only thing that tipped you off to his anger was the intense flaring of his nostrils.

“My precious little sister has been working at a hostess bar for the past two months? You’ve been dressed like this every night, getting stared at and perved on by god knows what kind of men? You ran away for this?” Suguru’s voice was far too steady for the situation, spiking the already high adrenaline in your blood.

“Suguru please-”

“And it seems you’ve forgotten the number one rule. You know what you’re supposed to call me.” Backing you up onto the door again, Suguru’s fluffy black tail flicked out behind him, it’s long drawn out shadow swaying back and forth.

“You’re not my brother.” Licking your lips nervously, your eyes followed his tail. There was no way you could look him in the eye after saying that. Suguru began to laugh, a cold and hollow sound from the base of his throat that sent a chill down your spine.

“And why exactly is that?” Slamming both hands down on either side of your head, he leaned down to make eye contact with you, his pupils blown wide against his already pitch black irises.

“You know.” Forcing the words out of your mouth, you curled into yourself as much as you could.

“No, I don’t.” Speaking slowly, Suguru waited just a few seconds before slamming his hands down again. “Tell me little kitten, right now!” You let out a piercing scream, covering your face with your hands.

“You killed our parents! You killed them and I heard you fucking do it!” Coming face to face with your adopted brother, the man that killed your parents in cold blood, and having to talk to him about it were all making your head spin.

“No, no I didn’t do that, honey. You’ve got it all wrong.” Suguru’s voice dropped low, instantly adopting a soothing tone. His fingers toyed with the edges of your ears, brushing the soft fur gently. “Mommy and daddy...they had problems. And I know it must be hard to believe, but they did it to themselves.”

“You’re such a liar!” Smacking his hand away from your ears, you glared at him, frustrated tears stewing on your lash line. “I heard you shoot them Suguru! I heard mom-” Your voice cracked, and the tears began to stream down your face. “I heard her tell you not to do it.”

Falling silent, Sugurus face remained neutral. His hand remained in the air from when you smacked it away, and the only indication he was still alive was the subtle flicker of his eyelids and the way his chest barely moved as he breathed.

“I knew I should have drugged you more.” He finally broke the silence, putting his hand back on the door to keep you trapped. Everything Suguru did felt like you were watching it in slow motion. The way he drew in a deep breath, expanded his chest and arms out wide and then drew you into a tight, bone crushing embrace all felt like it happened too slow. Like you should have been able to prevent it.

“Suguru!” You screamed his name from the top of your lungs, throat quickly going raw from the volume of your shouts. “Let me go! Let me go!” Writhing around, you felt the air quickly being squeezed out of you.

“It doesn’t matter now though. It’s all in the past!” Laughing to himself, Suguru took a few steps back, going to the middle of the deserted street and under a light post. “That’s right! The past! No need to worry about it, what’s done is done!”

“Su-Sugu-nii! Sugu-nii please!” You finally broke. You finally called him what he had trained you to call him for all those years. Your precious big brother.

“Oh how I missed hearing you call me that!” Still laughing, Suguru let out a loud hum. “I think I should record you saying that so I can play it over and over whenever I need my fix.”

“Sugu-nii, please!” The tears of frustration were now turning to tears of fear and desperation. The squeezing had stopped, you could just barely suck in air, but your feet still dangled off the ground. “Please let me go- this isn’t okay!”

“What does a dumb little kitten know about what is and isn’t okay?”

“Sugu!”

“You’re just a stupid little baby who got scared without her mommy and daddy and ran away. Well don’t worry, my darling sister, Sugu-nii is here to take care of you.” Nuzzling his nose against your ears affectionately, Suguru sighed contently. “We’ll be a family again, just like before. You’ll be with the pack just like you’re supposed to.”

“I’m not- not even a fox, Sugu!” Your chances of leaving his hold anytime soon were quickly diminishing, there wasn’t much you could say - if anything - to convince him to stop. “I don’t need to live in a pack, I don’t- I’m not a canine at all!”

“Hm, like that matters. Foxes act more like cats anyway.” Shrugging his shoulders, Suguru put his hand on the back of your head, raking his nails softly against your scalp. He was holding you now like a baby doll, the arm that had previously been crushing you against him now coming to rest under your bottom and cradle you.

Something caught your eye, making you twist away from Suguru in hopes that it was someone that had heard the screams and was coming to save you. Your heart deflated just as quickly as it swelled when it was Kento who had appeared, a metal briefcase in his hands.

“Look, Kento-nii is here. Go to him.” Putting you on your feet, Suguru nudged you forward. Your knees locked, refusing to move toward the imposing figure.

“It wasn’t nice to drug Gojo like that, little kitten. He’s passed out in the back of the car as we speak, you’ll have to apologize to him when he wakes up.” Kento closed the distance between the two of you, eyes glowering and brows tightly knit together.

“How did you-”

“You think just because you run away we can’t track your scent? How do you think we found you at the club after you so rudely left our conversation? Just a few sniffs and it was like you walked us right there.” Flicking the briefcase open, Kento’s face was obscured as he began to dig around for the contents. “I was waiting by the backdoor of that shitty little club, I had a feeling Gojo wouldn’t be able to convince you to come back and you’d make a run for it again, and you did. It was far too easy to call up Getou and let him know.”

The words Kento was saying were barely sticking inside your head, your complete focus going to the loaded syringe he had pulled out from the briefcase and was now holding in his hands, an almost bored expression on his face.

Taking a step back as he took one forward, you bumped into Suguru’s chest. He made a tsking noise, quickly sliding an arm under your chin and another around your middle to keep you from moving.

“Stop! Stop, Sugu-nii please!” The tears that dripped down your face didn’t matter anymore. Your voice going hoarse from all the screaming didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. At least, nothing you wanted mattered.

“Just try to be calm, little sis. Kento will be quick.” Suguru chuckled darkly, resting his chin atop your head. Any further words you had dissolved into frantic screams as Kento grabbed your arm and wrenched it away from your body.

Pushing the needle into you, he injected you with a serene face. Like he had practiced this before, almost as if he was a doctor giving you a flu shot. Whatever was in the syringe was gone quickly, Kento unloading the whole vial into you before calmly placing it back in the briefcase and shutting it.

“Don’t cry baby.” Suguru cooed, pressing a flurry of kisses on your head as he loosened his hold and began to wipe the tears off your face.

“Sugu- Kento-” You were losing track of the world and fast. Things blurred together, the crisp edges of Kento’s body were melting into the brick walls behind him. Your limbs were giving out on you and Suguru was quick to pick you up and cradle you like he had done before.

“Sshh, just go to sleep.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Suguru whispered softly, giggling at the way you closed your heavy eyes and relaxed into his embrace. “We’ll be home before you know it. One big happy family.”

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nhinxsworld · 2 years

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yknow what to celebrate Kuroos birthday I will be posting my twt dom!kuroo bf and his v cute gf series that I used to upload on wattage but comepletly deleted

it starts of very slow but essentially is just a row of kinky smut LOL

these are very very messy btw

Part 1 | Part 2

Kuroo x reader

warning: pet play ; super fkn long ; low key kinda cringey ; gags ; spanking; master/pet ; pet names puppy / mutt / princess ; usage of slut and whore (?)

very caring dom bf kuroo :) has a timeskip kind of thing where it reflects their past

"Tetsu." you whined as he puts his arms around you. His breath tickling your neck "What is it princess?"

His hands feeling you up and down "We haven't had time for us in while now did we?" he asks as his hand travels between your thights giving them a knead.

"Who's fault is that huh?" you told him and he just laughs kissing your neck making you squirm "I'm sorry baby, but it's my last year with the boys, I wanted to spend some time with them."

"I know...I'm not stopping you from that, it's just I feel lonely without you." you said as his hands get undneath your shirt over your tits pulling it off "I missed you."

"Aww baby that's real sweet of you. I missed you too." his touch send shivers down your spine "But that doesn't mean you get to send me those naughty pictures when I'm training."

"You've been on mind all week." he says and takes of your shorts as well "Real bold of you to send such things when you know I was with the team 24/7, did you want someone else to see them baby?"

"Did you want me to get all hot and bothered when I can't reply and help myself?" he continued and bends you over his lap a little slap placed against your skin making you groan.

His hand rubs circles on your butt "come on answer me baby."

"Did you want to get me agitated?" he asks and you nod and another slap lands on your skin, this time a bit more firm then the last "Speak when you're spoken to."

"Yes..." you mumbled.

"Come on continue." he tells you.

God, fuck you were struggling, your sweet dorky boyfriend was no where to be seen. It's like a switch in his persona.

Kuroo is your adorable and caring boyfriend, who always looks out for you. He is always the first to check on you, to ask you how you are, to tell you he loves you.

A sweet guy who can be a bit of dork and nerd sometimes, definitely a show off. You can almost see him as the older brother type or well a kouhai.

But what sometimes seems like his dorky could also switch pretty quickly. To someone who easily provocates his opponents. He can be very competitive and serious.

A rather dominant behavior shines behind his kind facade.

You've learned that pretty quickly, when you met him.

You've fallen for the tall sweet guy, who I always nice and cooperative.

Before you two even got together he was always down to help you in little things when it came to school related things, or just carrying some stuff around school.

But when you two seemed to have taken a interest in each other he showed a rather flirty side.

At first it was some corny pick up lines to just signal you his interest making you giggle.

The first date, he was all sweet and kind holding your hand as he took you out. He'd take you to his games and would try even harder to impress you.

That's when you started to see the more serious side of him, the more competitive side.

He starts to corner you and he is fairly tall, basically towering you "So sweetheart how'd you like the game?"

Kuroo was pretty smooth with everything he does, you're a stuttering mess whenever he corners you. Most of the time he'd just ask little things, but things started to become more suggetsive.

"You're kind of like a puppy." he chuckles as he had you in that cliché kabedon hold again.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asks and you nod.

"It's adoring really." he tells you and brushes through a strand of your hair "but if you want to be with me, we might have to work on that."

"We've been pinning for each other for a while now. Don't you think we should make things official? I might show you a bit more about me." he says his pointy placed under your chin his tumb at your lips.

"So what do you say? Won't you be my girlfriend?" he asks.

Of course you agreed that's how you two got together.

He kissed you for the first time that day and you cannot forget about it.

What you wished to be a innocent sweet kiss turned rather hot steamy, when he started to touch you up in back of the locker room.

But things didn't go futher then kisisng and bit of touching.

He had told you it was just a foretaste for what's about to come being in a relationship with him.

You though it was just another one of his corny jokes and pickup lines back then, but he really meant what he said.

It was more and more common for him to stop you in your tracks to drag you somewhere, just to make out with you.

He was still as sweet as ever when you two hung out, just sometimes he gets a bit handsy.

It made you a bit nervous at first not being used to so much affection, but you didn't hate it.

Actually you always carved for more, he never gives it though. He had a thing to leave you breathless and then ditch.

You cannot remember the amount of times he left you breathless in some corner of the school and then just skipped off telling you to have a nice day.

He would be the death of you.

At some point you just wanted to beg him for more and perhaps that's exactly what he was waiting for.

One day you asked him to help you with a assignment. He was more then happy to come over and assist you.

Your parents adored him, telling you could not find a better boy then him and you could only agree.

He was all cute again explaining you every little thing you didn't understand. He give you a peck for each thing you've understood. An angel he is always patient with you.

Kuroo loves having you sit on his lap when doing things.

With each thing you understood the peek got a bit more passionate and it didn't take long for them to turn into kisses.

In the end when you two were done, you two were basically making out and as always he pulls away first smiling "Good job baby."

He ruffels your hair with a proud smile, but that's not exactly what you wanted or well needed.

Not when he has his hands around your waist and tight just a second ago.

This man always gets you heated up and then dips.

Not this time though.

You pulled at his sweater and he just looks at you "Something the matter?"

"Touch me more." you told him and he hums his big hands running over your skin.

"Please Tetsu." you started to beg him "Please don't stop."

He chuckled a evident grin on his face "oh?"

"Please." you repeated too shy to look at him.

"Took you a while to ask." he says and pulled you to face him "But I didn't want push things, you seem rather shy."

You looked st him with those big eyes "I'm sorry..."

He just laughs and gives you a soft peek to the forehead "Don't worry baby there is no need for sorry's, I can be real patient, if that's what you need."

His hand rubbed up your thigh "I've been waiting for you to ask me baby. I've been dying to hear you beg for me."

"I hope I didn't make you all too desperate." he says with that smirk on his face. You loved and hated it so much.

At this point you were so used to his touch yet he never fails to leave a shiver down your back.

"How far are you willing to go?" he asks as his hands slipped under your shirt.

Warm hands just drawing over your skin, you were a bit ticklish and squirmed.

Shy to answer he just snickers and takes his hands out your shirt and just puts his arms around your waist, he leans his head on your shoulder "it's cute how shy you are, but I'm not going to do anything, if it makes you unsafe or uncomfortable." he says and gives you a little peek to your cheek, just cuddling you for a bit "tell me to stop, when you feel like it. Does that sound alright?"

You blush and nod your head "Sounds good..." his chest was warm on your back and the way he held you was so close.

That day he took very small steps, he promised to make things as loving as possible. To caress you and make you feel special.

He'd only show you love.

He is abnormally patient at the smallest whines he'd stop and kiss you.

Ever since then he only became more bold, after that. He touched you more and more and you craved him more and more.

His touch was always so sweet and addicting.

Things started to play out and he showed his dominant behavior. He doesn't hesitate anymore to bend you over his table when you two are alone.

It doesn't matter to him anymore, if you two are still in school. If you look appetizing in that skirt, he will press you against a wall just to touch you.

You're awlays so willing to follow whatever he does.

Not scared to get on your knees for him when he asks you to. Even if you two are on school ground.

The thrill of one day getting caught gave you anxiety, but Kuroo was always with you and reassured you nothing would happen.

It's you twos last year now and you had already applied and been accepted in the same university.

God were you two excited for it, though he is a bit sad to leave his team. He is excited to continue with you.

"Ah...I wanted you so badly..." you told him truthfully "I missed you so much during camp."

It was kind of a unspoken thing to not bother him during training, he takes it pretty seriously specially since he is the captain.

Meanwhile he doesn't bother you when you had important things to do. Doesn't come between you and your friends at all.

Only on rare occasions you two would bother each other, but more in a teasing way.

May Kuroo be jealous about something or you just wanting his attention there is alot of teasing between you two.

It would be boring without wouldn't it?

"Is that so?" he asks as his hands touched your thight, he loves how his hand could almost wrap around the top of your thight. He loves how much taller he is then you "did it excited you? Knowing you can tease me and I can't do anything about it? Having that tiniest bit of control?"

"Did you like that though?" he asks you and another slap that just makes you cry out to him.

"Kind off...." you whimpered.

He raised a brow "Only kind off?"

"Hmmnghh my hands don't feel like yours..." you told him truthfully.

Kuroo is more then pleased to hear that, his little girlfriend who used to be so shy and cute was so needy now.

He hums and slaps your face this time making you face him.

"Such a cute face." he tells you "Well you did make it until the last day so it didn't bother me too much. Did you touch yourself before that princess? Don't lie to me."

You shoke your head "wanted to, but didn't. Promise."

He gives you a sweet kiss "I believe you, pretty." he says before spitting in your mouth "Doesn't mean you're not getting punished, you're mine pretty. Every inch of your body is mine."

His hand at your throat and he makes you swallow his spit a malicious grin on his face.

"You understand that right?" he asks and you nod.

"As much as I don't like others touching what's mine, you're not allowed either." he simply explain "We've been through this."

"Don't look at me like that." he chuckels "wasn't it obvious?"

He sighs shaking his head "I was really exited to comeback home and have you baby."

"I love you so much." he whispers and draws over the curve of your back "I would have given you everything you need." he says soflty his other hand circling your nippel "worshipped you like you deserve."

"But that can wait." he says "Because only good girls get such nice rewards right?"

You nod your head crying "yes..."

"Who are you talking to silly?"

"Yes....master."

"such a good girl but for now I'll treat you like a desperate little slut, who can't go a week without cock filling her up. I'll teach you manners again." Kuroo says as his hand lands on your ass again.

"So what are you princess?" he asks.

"Desperate slut for you."

"What would you do to get my forgiveness and my cock?"

"hnghh anything, this cock slut would do anything." he runs his fingers through your hair so softly "That's right."

Kuroo looks at you with those loving eyes and sighs "Where do we start today?"

He chuckles seeing you shake "Don't worry nothing too harsh." his hand pulls a box out underneath his bed.

"Unless you misbehave." he adds and pulls pulls out a couple items "Come on arms behind your back."

You did immediately and he ties them in place, the restrictions seemed nice enough, soft even.

"Nothing bad right?" he asks as he binds your eyes and puts a gag in your mouth.

You shoke your head soflty.

Soon you felt a all to familiar leather of the paddle he sometimes uses drawing over your butt.

You can practically feel the goosebumps appear on your skin, it was scary and exciting feeling.

"Scared of me?" he asks and runs his warm hand down the same placed the paddle went.

When you shake your head he chuckels "Good, you're my pretty slut, baby."

"You should never be scared of me." he says and the paddle hits your skin in a loud noises and you moan painfully against the gag.

"You're always so loud the first couple slaps." he says as the second one lands. He held your throat with his other hand feeling your voice vibrate when he hits you "it's adoring how both your face and ass flush in such a pretty colour."

He can feel a bit of wetness on his hand when he held your face "Already drooling like a little bitch?"

"We're only at the second spank." he laughs "Are you already soaking too? Are you becoming a pain slut? Does master need to find different punishments?"

You shoke your head and his finger find themselves between your legs "hmm not yet. Keep it that way."

"I don't want you leaking while you're supposed to get punished. You think you'll manage that?"

You nod your head and he starts to spank you again not just your ass but you're thighs as well.

At this point Kuroo knows exactly what he is doing. He knows where to not slap you too hard.

With a paddle or his hand it didn't matter that much to you, but sometimes when he likes to unpack bigger things like a crop or twase he is always careful not to hit you too hard anywhere that isn't your butt.

He never touches your ankels or neck unless he wants to choke you.

Kuroo knows you and your pain tolerance by now. He never takes things too far and if he does he is the first to apologize and fix it.

You're a drooling and crying mess in his lap fighting the urge to let any of your fluids escape your pussy as he wishes.

It was starting to hurt a sick feeling in your stomach, full of needs.

The way one of his hands is so soft just drawings so comfortingly on your back while the other held that paddle leaving your skin with bright pink plotches.

He had taken the gag out of your mouth after the first couple spanks "Hmm how is my sloppy bitch? Got the gag all covered with your spit."

It's difficult for you to answer as he continues to slap you and you try to not be too loud.

He pulls at your hair almost a bit too hard "Come on where are you manners? Didn't master teach you better than this dumb slut?"

"I'm sorry master...." you whined "hh thank you for training me."

"That's right baby." he says as you felt a soft slap in your face and he lighten his grip on your hair "so let's start anew who do you belong to?"

"Hmmm this mind and body belong to master, he can do whatever he wants with it. This stupid bitch isn't supposed to touch what's masters." you cried and he starts brushing through your hair massaging your scalp so softly.

"What else?" he asks as more slaps land on your delicate skin and with each slap you thanked him and apologized for you mistakes.

How you shouldn't be touching yourself and how you shouldn't be teasing him.

"awww my baby." Kuroo coos as his hand is between your legs "Such a good girl."

You weren't all wet and dripping like you'd usually be and honestly your thights were shaking from how hard you were trying.

He draws over your pussy with his hand "Kept yourself all clenched up huhh? Was it painful? Let me sooth you."

"It's okay baby." he pulls of the blindfold seeing your tears.

"My baby did so good." he says lovingly as he pulls you to his chest your arms still tied together and makes you straddle him.

"My pretty sloppy puppy drolled all over herself." he sighs as he hold your face in his hands whiping of some tears and droll "Give master a kiss."

His lips on yours and he can feel how your droll was dripping down his chin when you two kiss.

Kuroo doesn't mind a bit of mess, he doesn't mind at all.

"I love you master, won't do anything bad." you whined and he kisses your temple "I love you too baby, I know you're a good girl. You're the best girl actually. Next time you can just ask me how about that? If you're feeling needy and I'm not around just ask me."

"I won't bother you?" you ask him softly.

"Baby you're never a bother to me." he tells you and kisses your cheek "Never, you could spam me everyday and I wouldn't get sick of it." he always likes to reassure you, that you're never a bother to him. Even if he is out or training, if you truly needed him he'd drop eveything just for you.

"If you want to show me that pretty body of yours sure. Who am I to complain, when my pretty doll want to show me how absolutely stunning she is." he chuckels and kisses your neck "Just warn me beforehand hmm?"

"Think next time you want to send me something, surprise me be creative doll and I might reward you for wanting to tease me, who knows?"

You smiled excited nodding your head.

"So? Does my doll want me to make her feel good?" he asks and you nod your head "Please master."

"Good girl." he kisses your hair as his hands spread your vagina for both of you to see "aww do you get exited when I talk to you?"

"Yes, I love masters voice." you answer him shyly "When master praises me or tells me what to do. I get really happy and exited."

"You're so cute." he snickers as he plays with your pussy for a bit teasing you.

"Are you happy when master touches you too puppy?" he asks and his fingers rubbing so slowly at your clit his other hand pinching and tugging your nipple so soflty.

Your voice breaks when he teases you like that "Yes, yes, so happy when master touches his puppy."

The raven haired man is more then happy to touch his whiny puppy "pretty you're basically grinding against my hand."

"But that's okay." he chuckels "I missed you too. Show me how much you missed me."

He pulls you closer to him and your started to rub your chest against the fabric of his shirt while your cunt continued to grind against his hand.

"Such a needy pup." he runs his hand through your hair "Something you want?"

You were panting and moaning against his shoulder. Your nippels so hard as they touched his firm chest and his soft shirt fabric, finding friction.

Meanwhile your pussy was so wet just gliding over his hand hoping for more, you wanted his finger inside you so badly. You needed them desperately.

Mouth basically watering, drooling from the thought of him touching you with his big hands and filling you up with his thick cock.

You just wanted to hold him and ride him while he touches you in all the right spots, but your arms were still tied behind your back.

"Please master, this needy mutt needs you inside of her please." you begged him "want master so badly."

"Be more specific baby, what do you want inside of you? Where do you want it?" he asks as he pulls you back from him, his finger finding your tongue pulling it out making you droll "fill her up here?"

He stuck his finger down your throat making you gag before pulling them out again.

"Or does my baby mean down here?" he says as his other hand tease your butt "or here?" it dripped to your needy cunt.

"There please there master, please let me have your fingers inside of me." you begged again "stupid puppy needs masters finger inside of her....only he can make her feel good. She can't even do it herself, please master."

He laughs "Awww did this dumb mutt try to finger herself?" he asks as his finger pushed inside of her aggressively making her groan.

"Doesn't even know where it feels good on her own body?" he asks as thrusted his finger in out and you shoke your head "Poor little puppy didn't get to cum even though she though of master?"

You nodded your head as you moaned like a bitch in heat from his finger thrusting in out of your pussy. Your tits desperately rubbing against him still and he starts to grope them.

"Did you play with your tits too?" he asks as he leaned down to lick and suck on them "Didn't feel as good as masters hand and tongue?"

You shoke your head again "no...didn't feel as good as master."

His teeth tugged and pulled at your nipple making you cry in pain and pleasure.

His finger stopped thrusting into your cunt instead he he started to press and curl his finger against that very special spot that makes you a mess and in need for more "tried to find this?"

"It's really easy baby." he tells you as his finger rests on that spot "I'm sure my puppy isn't that stupid to not find this spot, but I guess it makes the difference between you and me, my hand is much bigger then yours."

"I can reach so much deeper then you do." he chuckels as he made his point by just clawing that spot over and over deeper and more then you could reach.

"You need me don't you?" he chuckels and you nod crying.

"No need to cry over that baby." he whipsers "master loves making you feel good, he loves when his little puppy is so desperate for him, he loves it when you beg him to let you cum, because you're in such dire need. I want you to be like this for me."

Your voice pitches up and loud moans escape your lips as he touches you with each sound you make he is only more amused.

"Master please, please, please can I cum? Need it so badly, please, please, please." you plead him and he nods "Of course puppy this is exactly what I want. Cum all over my fingers puppy, show me how good I make you feel. Make a mess for me."

With just his words and couple more rough touches and him holding you in place you cried even more cumming on his hand.

He smiles and pulls his hand out your cunt, you were panting heavily leaning on his shoulder.

"Such a good girl." he tells you and ruffels through your hair so soflty "Look at me."

You pulled of him and looked at him with your glossy eyes he whiped them for you with his clean hand and showed you his other one which was glistening with your cum.

"My messy puppy." he chuckels and licks it off his hand.

"Ah...master...that's...uh...I'm sorry.." you weren't sure what to tell him and he just laughs "Oh baby I've told you, to me you taste the sweetest no need to be shy about it."

"There isn't anything about you I don't love. You don't need to be insecure about anything with me." he smiles and licks his hands clean as if to proof his point that he loves eveything about you.

"I've told you so many times puppy, when will you learn?" he asks and looks at you "Do you want me to teach you again?"

Shaking your head he snickers "It's not really your choice you know? But I guess we can postpone that for another time."

"Thank you master."

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bigsteeb · 4 years

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this is gonna be a long post so bear with me, growing pains got a b i g emotional reaction out of me & I need to share my thoughts & feelings about it because jesus fucking christ.

ok first things first, someone hug this boy immediately. he’s sat in his room, still in his pajamas, in day time watching dog copter. this whole scene is just steven going “lol I’m sad, I’m gonna comfort eat & stay in my pajamas & watch a kids show I watched when I wasn’t as sad haha” & it’s not only upsetting, but relatable too fuck. his room is a mess along with him eating ice cream at what I assume is morning… making it his breakfast? geez steven. also idk if it’s just me here but in this shot he looks… bigger? like ignoring his body size shifting later on in the episode he looks a lot wider than he usually does when paul & drew board episodes to me, he’s rivalling etienne & maya’s steven’s wideness. did he… get chubbier from comfort eating? how much time has passed since together forever for him to put on weight if he has? this could literally just be steven slouching or his pajamas making him look bigger but as someone who is an advocate for the body positivity shown in su & suf it has me curious. I want to hug this soft, sad boy. It could also be due to how steven’s design fluctuates through the animation process, it’s never really on model all the time.

the grunting noise he makes in this scene is very distressing, as are other moments from the episode too. a glimpse at the glow-bracelet he proposed to connie with is enough to physically pain him? fuck me man. is he leaving his room where there’s already ice cream… to get more ice cream? sobs. also the puns in this shot. I cant? slow burn?! you’re evil crewniverse. not to mention his body size changing throughout this scene, god this poor lad.

screams, this was when I started worrying. the boy is now in an environment he has never been in before & is feeling extremely uncomfortable & vulnerable. look at the lines under his eyes, his sad eyebrows & pout I hate it. also don’t even get me started on this part. the slight raise of a voice being enough to send him into panic?! fuck I hate how much I relate to that.

here’s where I immediately broke, no god damn pun intended. seeing steven’s skeleton, steven’s fucking skull, like this pained me. that crack on his skull is from fucking jasper in jail break. I can’t express all of the visceral emotions that were going through my body at this. there was intense sadness for steven, extreme anger at jasper & the gems for allowing shit like this to happen to him. turns out he’s not as resilient as we thought he was. each hit he takes physically breaks him & then his gem instantly heals his wounds, my heart fucking broke at this. think back to everything that happened to him, everything that physically hurt him. it broke him I can’t deal with it! then there’s what priyanka says to steven next;

“you seem to of made a series of miraculous recoveries, but that doesn't change the fact that you experienced trauma. you’ve recovered physically but, have you recovered mentally?”

this part here along with her reassuring him that there’s nothing wrong with his brain, how childhood trauma can have an impact on how your body responds to stress & how you act in your social life, the usage of the word “cortisol” too. this stuff being in a children's tv show is incredible. the writing for priyanka describes trauma simply enough for kids to understand, but for adults to fully realise too. folks, steven has ptsd. there wasn't one bit of sugarcoating about it or nothing, this is canon fact & it hurts me. for so long have I wanted steven’s emotional issues to be alked about, to not only be brought to steven’s attention but to the audience’s too.

everything that has happened to him has built up to this moment. this moment where his behaviour & coping methods are finally making sense to a large majority of the fandom, & to steven himself. he’s hurting; physically, mentally & emotionally, & he isn’t coping well what so ever about it. his emotional support system is complete garbage, no one regularly checks in on him & folks just take steven at face value like “oh yea glowing pink? he’s fine it’s just steven” but he’s the bad person?! I hope a lot of you out there who genuinely believe steven is a bad person re-think yourselves after this. dealing with trauma is tough as shit. some days you even wonder if that one thing that fucked you up is really worth being labelled as trauma. I still can’t believe this is the route they’re taking, if he doesn’t get some form of therapy by the end of future I’ll be furious.

then things begin to spiral as he remembers what happened with connie. he clutches his chest in pain & begins changing size over intense amounts of stress & it was extremely distressing to watch. steven immediately reassures connie that this isn’t because of her, but because of everything else that happened to him. however. I believe that that’s a slight lie, he wouldn’t of spiralled if he hadn’t of remembered the proposal, steven you fucking himbo. he continues to reassure them both that he’s fine, just that he needs them to leave so he can calm himself enough to control himself.

then this happens.

“I. CAN’T. BE AROUND YOU RIGHT NOW!”

this was fucking intense. he means this literally in 2 ways btw. his body size shifting over the stress he’s feeling is a danger to both connie & priyanka in this moment, but it’s also because of how it started. being around connie hurts him. he’s not mad at her though let me make that very clear, just that thinking about what happened when he tired to propose to her is sending his head in a fritz. he did what he did full of confidence in together forever, for connie to then make him realise how silly he was being. these two are destined for each other, but that advice from ruby & sapphire has really fucked with him. he looks up to those 2, looks up to garnet, their relationship is so strong & stable. for them to give him that advice & to then scream “DO IT!” in his face is incredibly tasteless imo.

then greg gets here. I knew connie was calling for either greg or the gems when she was on her phone as she left the room, fuck yea connie I love you. the breathless, strained “thank you” from steven towards connie for calling his dad? g o d. connie telling him she’ll be there for him when he’s ready?! g o d. these next boards were done by rebecca, I knew immediately when I saw steven’s face. it makes sense that rebecca boarded these, because fuck.

how do I move on from all of the stuff I’ve been through? how do I live life if it always feels like I’m about to die!?

I’m tearing up as I type this. when I first heard the leak of this audio I so badly wanted to believe it, but to also believe it was fake too. I was an emotional mess off & on for about 3 days over it because I couldn't stop thinking about how fucking distressing it was. like… shit steven. he seriously feels this. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain he felt just saying this in front of his fucking dad. he is hurting badly. this boy, this sweet sweet boy we’ve watched grow & develop into the person he is today is distraught about his future & life. it is… soul crushing to watch this. a group of friends of mine have found joking about the episode as a form of coping with the intensity of it & as much as that’s valid as fuck, any joke coming from this episode feels morally wrong to me. I can’t bring myself to join in it feels terrible even thinking about laughing at it to cope. I love them all, but I can’t bare myself to join them. this moment ending with greg comforting steven, telling him he’s here for him & all of his struggles, got me weeping. greg is possible the best father figure I’ve seen on tv, let alone a kids tv show. he’s amazing.

the final scene right here is lovely. greg making steven a hot chocolate & listening to him vent, reassuring him over his worry for his future. this right here is exactly what steven needs. someone to talk to, someone he could trust to talk about his feelings to. this the start of his support system, tag on peri from in dreams, bis in bismuth casual as well as connie from the past few episodes & it’s already looking great! even when greg eased him about being there for him steven still feels guilty about him leaving his tour, leaving his tour because he got a phone call from connie about his son being in need & steven feels guilty about it. fucking hell man. I did enjoy how the episode ended though, with that little moment between the both of them;

“just get some rest kiddo. you don’t have to solve all of your problems in one night.”

“yea. thanks dad.”

it’s a great message too, all of your struggles can’t be dealt with all at once. I’ve used a similar analogy before but it’s like removing a dead tree. you have to deal with all of the little things surround this issue first before you get to the deep, harder stuff. along side the message about trauma they’re both very important messages, I’m glad they exist in the show.

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one more thing before I end my thoughts & feelings over growing pains.

this ending shot;

as soon as I saw the frog mug my mind raced back to the promo for this scene, & this whole moment to come entirely. if you remember this moment has the first set of leaked audio within it, the audio of the gems basically cornering steven about him not opening up to them. christ pearl even gets mad at him for his gem building a wall behind him, protecting him from them. it’s common knowledge, I hope, that steven’s gem reacts to his emotional state. pearl herself has said this;

“I think your gem is reacting to your state of mind.”

his gem building this wall? it felt like steven was being threatened by them. this scene now has awful connotations with it. because since we now know what the pink mode is doing to steven, how actually painful it is, think back to these;

yea. fuck the gems. I’ll let it slide if steven, greg or priyanka haven’t told them about what happened at the hospital. but if they do know, if they know how much it hurts steven being in his pink mode & still press into him about it I’ll see red. with steven’s trauma & now ptsd being cemented into the show I fucking hope garnet, amethyst & pearl get held accountable for what they put on him as a kid. that shit will not slide with me if they don’t. do not condone what the gems put him through. do not condone the gems for making steven feel like he had to be his mum for them. just… don’t. please.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk lmao sdngsjfhg #this episode fucked me up in more ways than one #i dont even think ill simmer down about it before next weeks episodes either #it was… a lot... to listen & deal with #i care deeply about steven as a character #& see it being canon that he has trauma & ptsd… possible c-ptsd #it fucking breaks my heart #god dammit it crewniverse #i hope you handle this with extreme care #i trust you but still… jesus christ #steven universe #steven universe future #su spoilers #su future spoilers

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vampireqrow-moved · 3 years

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hey so I agree with a lot of the stuff in your post about the transphobia involved in the origin of the pansexual label, but I just have one question: what are the actual impacts of people with good intentions calling themselves pan? If you don't hate pansexuals and consider them bi, why type up a paragraphs long manifesto on the harms of the origin of the label if it means the same thing in the way that most non transphobic people (your audience) use it? a lot of identities can be used in transphobic ways (like bi and lesbian and anything really) and plenty of valid identities from problematic roots and evolve over time as people use them differently (queer, transsexual). so how is a person with good intentions using a not-perfect label in a way you don't like a threat to the community? if someone is using the label pan transphobically, wouldn't their bigotry exist independently? if pan people do not act in transphobic ways besides using the label pansexual, realistically what is changing if they call themselves bi beyond holier-than-thou aesthetic activism? plus, a blog on the internet isn't going to get everyone to stop identifying as pansexual, especially considering multiple prominent celebrities ID as pan. so why spend all that energy quibbling on semantics because some bi people use a slightly different word when you could be worrying about Literally anything else? just feels like you want to find something to argue about lol. extremely disappointed that I had to break a mutual

im going to respond to each thing you bring up chronologically- im not trying to nitpick or prioritize certain things you say ill just forget things if i go out of order and i dont want to miss something important. ALSO! i will be typing less formally (like keysmashes and shortening words n stuff) in this response than my og post bc its 1am as im starting to type this so im tired but i want to be clear that i am like. taking this seriously and im not like. mocking u in anyway if it could read that way?? i hope not but just in case anyways here it goes!

in terms of actual impact people with good intentions identifying as pan: honestly im not sure the full scope of the impact this has, so ill only be speaking to what ive personally seen which might not be all. but like... id argue my younger self has good intentionals iding as pan. i wanted to support trans people, even if i didnt understand a lot of the nuance involved. as a result of this, i developed a sense of superiority over other bisexuals and a mentality that bisexuality was a primitive and lesser sexuality. that mentality is harmful, and although im not sure if it affected bisexuals around me (of which there are many most of my friends are bi ajfjfjf) its still a harmful mentality and can easily hurt people even if i specifically didnt. also using it even with good intentions, which i know many people have, still spreads and further normalizes a label that imo can not be separated from its transphobic origins. this effect is not as extreme as other forms of transphobia and biphobia by A LONG SHOT. the bi community faces a lot of other issues but that doesnt mean this one isnt worth addressing if that makes sense?

if i dont hate pansexuals: ik this is part of a larger point which i will adress but i specified this in my post bc i see a lot of other posts that are negative towards pansexuality have "i hate pan ppl" somewhere in it or a close equivalent. i do not shame these ppl for their anger, i just wanted to be clear i think a lot of pan ppl are bi ppl with good intentions choosing a label they dont fully understand based on a misunderstanding of bisexuality.

why write a paragraphs long manifesto on the harms of pansexuals origin: ok 😭😭 the real reason here is that im literally just bad at summarizing. like thats literally it. i also like talking, its a bad combination. plus ive been thinking abt this for like. over a year im not even kidding and just like i have a lot of thoughts and figured if i was going to bother making my own post instead of rbing someone elses that i might as well get everything i wanted to say off my chest. ALSO BTW i literally got an ask like a week ago that was several paragraphs long asking me to explain my thoughts on why pan was harmful and some other stuff so like. this is partially responding to that and partially just me wanting to air my grievances ? idk if thats the right expression 😔😔

why write the post if my audience of people who identify as pan arent doing it in a transphobic way ? again sorry i didnt really understand the phrasing so i hope this is a vaguely correct summary!! um but like... again imo i think pan cant be separated from its transphobia and like. again imo iding as pan is like. a transphobic action/choice? obviously one transphobic thing does mean someone necessarily is like officially a Transphobe (it CAN be depending on the action but i dont think that applies here) but that doesnt mean there arent problems with what they did. this is like very complicated, but like. someone doing something harmful without the knowlege that its harmful doesnt make that person a bigot by any means it just means they didnt know. and i feel thats the case here? a lot of ppl (myself included until recently) know next to nothing abt pansexualitys origins so a trans inclusve sexuality might seem like a safe and good bet just because they dont know too much abt it, and like? i cant hate those people cause that was me for 5+ years and djgjfjdj you just dont know what you dont know!

basically i think iding with a transphobic label is inherently a singular transphobic action that doesnt make the person transphobic by itself, but is still a transphobic instance.

a lot of identities can be used in transphobic ways like bi, lesbian, etc.: this is true and a point i attempted to make on my original post, but i might not have clear enough. my issue with pan is specifically that it is a transphobic response to a preexisting identity. lesbian isnt an attempted trans inclusive indentity that replaced an identity that already existed (which have many trans ppl identifying with the og label). transphobes can use whatever labels they want, but transphobes using a label vs a label having a transphobic origin is very different. bigots use inclusive and supporting language for their bigotry all the time but language that originated with that bigotry is worse.

many valid identities stem from problemstic origins (like transsexual and queer) but the words evolve: ok my paraphrasing is a little weird there. anyways. the thing here is that. those are slurs. reclaimed slurs that can be empowering to many people, yes, but slurs nonetheless. reclaiming a slur is taking a harmful word and wearing it as a badge of pride. first off, pansexual is not a slur (ur not implying that in anyway just. saying) and it isnt being reclaimed when people dont treat it as having harmful origins. transsexual is the way some people identify but ppl acknowlege its a slur and originates from transphobia. ppl love to act like queer isnt a slur, which is an issue in and of itself, but just. factually it has historically and is currently being used against ppl with the intent to hurt them. pansexual isnt on the same level as these and other words like the f slur, d slur, etc. pansexual originates from trans and biphobia WITHIN the community and not outside of it, and most pansexuals dont see themselves as reclaiming the title because they dont think anythings wrong with it in the first place. and reclaiming it just seems unnecessary considering its history? theres no empowerment from using pan as a label as opposed to queer or transsexual, and it just divides the bisexual community for no reason.

how is a person using a not-perfect label a threat to the community? ok i dont think its a threat but still an issue if that difference makes sense? id like to reiterate a few things ive said before, but for me personally, it made me look down on bisexuals and see them as lesser, and it made people around me see pan as the "trans inclusive" sexuality as opposed to bisexuality, and basically its usage just leads to further biphobia. is this the worst of biphobia? no!!! but its still biphobia and why not attempt to target and minimize that? i have no way to singlehandedly stop biphobia, but my post might get through to my friends who id as pan and that small thing is better than nothing.

if someone used the pan label in a transphobic way, wouldnt that bigotry be different from people using it not transphobically?: someone claiming all bi ppl are transphobic and only pan is the acceptable label is obviously a lot worse than someone iding as pan and saying bi/pan solidarity but again, the second isnt not an issue because the first one is a bigger issue, its just a smaller issue in comparison. i wouldnt say the bigotry is different, one is just worse than the other, but it still has the same problems.

if pan people dont do anything transphobic other than id as pan then what changes with iding as bi over pan other holier-than-thou activism: its just one less person using a transphobic label? which isnt that big but it might lead to their friends stopping iding as pan and cause fewer people around them to see bi as a transphobic identity. which is small scale stuff, i wont try to blow it out of proportion, but thats still a step in the right direction and hopefully more people follow with it. its not terribly huge or lifechanging but something small that may only affect the people close to you is still something rather than nothing.

a blog the internet isnt going to get people to stop iding as pan: oh absolutely not. honestly i expected to get unfollowed/blocked more than change peoples minds regarding the pan label (im surprised i only lost two followers so far honestly) but again, someone literally asked me to do this and i wanted to be clear on my stance on the label, since in the past ive been supportive of it. im not expecting the post to get more than five likes, its more directed to my followers rather than the internet as a whole. im not expecting a large impact, im hoping to change the minds of my followers and friends who id as and support the pan label. thats it. if something bigger comes from it- great! but thats not what im aiming to do.

prev point + many prominent celebrities id as pan: the first name that comes to mind is someone im not a fan of for separate reasons but thats irrelevant. i mean im repeating myself a bit but some celebrities in the past validated and made me feel excited abt my identity as a pan person when they came out, and it justified the label to me, even when i had doubts. i have never interacted with a celebrity and do not plan to change their minds abt their identity. again, my post was for my friends and followers and maybe who ever was scrolling through the biphobia tag and decided to read my post.

why spend that much energy worrying abt the pan label instead of something else: ive spent waaaaay more energy thinking abt a singular meme i didnt like regarding my favourite rwby character so like. maybe i just overreact to things lol. maybe i have a lot of energy and since i cant talk my friends ears off abt my favourite fruits or the different voting methods i learned in my math class or what would dreams taste like, then i gotta put my energy into something. idk. i have a lot of energy and honestly? this didnt take that much. but i felt it weighing on me as my friends talked positively abt the pan label, when i felt guilty for the superiority i felt over my bi friends INCLUDING my best friend and favourite person in the world so like. i spent enough energy worrying abt it, and like. in hindsight since its been over 12 hours since posting it, im thinking abt it less. i was more worried abt feeling dishonest with my friends than actually worrying abt pansexuality, but i figured i owed them an explanation for why my feelings around it had changed.

just feels like you want to find something to argue about: okay i DO love arguing but im not pulling this out of my ass for fun. its in response to posts ive seen on my dash, asks i recieved abt pansexuality, and my way of letting people know my views have changed and why since i know at least some people are curious.

i am sorry to lose a mutual as well, and i genuinely hope things go well for you, but uh yeah thats that.

again, if people have further questions im willing to answer them i just might take a while bc i have school and other stuff 2 do but uhhh yea sorry if im clogging ur dash sjfjfkkf

#asks #long post #anonymous #pansexuality #biphobia #transphobia #my post

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lactosecarrotsoup · 5 years

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My thoughts on Sean & Finn’s kiss

This will be long and of course contain spoilers, as if you can’t tell by the title... thingy. So, be warned. This will also contain my opinion(s); which is a very sensitive subject in this fandom.

We’re all entitled to our own thoughts, opinions, beliefs, etc.

With that said, let’s get started!

For those who are new to this game... I will give you a short summery. Life is Strange is a video game series ran by DontNod. A great company who loves to make players cry. This season has new characters from the other season and DLC. This season takes place in Washington where you play as a 16 year old boy, Sean Diaz, who’s a regular teenager. He loves drawing, skating, and of course stereotypical teen stuff such as drugs and parties. Taking away the partying and drug usage, he’s your typical shy-ish guy. He also has a little brother named Daniel, he’s 9 years old.

Both of them are Hispanic, including their father (Esteban), making this season’s cast more diverse than the first season, where the main characters were mainly white.

Speaking of their father, he dies. Yep. After Sean forces Daniel out of his room, Daniel runs to their hot-headed neighbor and accidentally spills homemade zombie blood on him. Sean over see’s the neighbor about to hurt Daniel and rushes out the house, protecting him. After a few racial slurs/crude remarks to Daniel, Sean decides to fight him. Sean shoves the neighbor onto a small rock (which I still dont understand how that injured him), and he lays on the ground in shock/going unconscious.

A cop shows up and hell breaks loose. The cop only see’s the “blood” on the neighbors shirt and Daniels, thinking nothing but the worst of the situation rather than questioning them. The dad comes out, trying to reason with the officer and he gets trigger happy, shooting Sean & Daniel’s dad, killing him. Daniel screams in shock/anger/horror and Sean blacks out. Whenever he wakes up, the entire street is destroyed and more people are dead/unconscious. He grabs Daniel and they runaway, not wanting to get involved with the crime. It’s later found out that Daniel has powers (similar theme to LIS season 1) and can move objects with his mind.

More shit happens, yada yada yada.

NOW.

Episode 3 just released. In episode two, the brothers meet quite a few people. But most notably for this post, Cassidy and Finn. These two are regular friends (or maybe even “fuck buddies” as Finn and another girl described their relationship), who are a lot like Sean and Daniel. Cassidy left her old home life to live on the road. Finn, I can’t remember if he said anything or not. But I would think it would be for the same reason or something crime related.

Anyways, point is, they all group together and live in the woods. But, they all also work for this dude who runs a farm with nothing but pot.

Yep.

A nine year old and sixteen year old kid are working at a pot farm.

This leads to Finn, Cassidy, and Sean to get high, drunk, etc.

Finn get’s a hair up his ass and decides; “Hey, why don’t we steal all the cash from our boss? Who cares if he may know about Sean & Daniel’s backstory, has security footage evidence of them, and shotguns?!”

Cassidy is against this. But you, the player, have the option to accept or refuse his plan to rob the big dude with the cash.

And in the words of Chloe Price from season one; he’s got some “hella cash”

SORRY I HAD TOO.

But still, you can either rob from the guy or go against it. But HO HO HO! This choice doesn’t matter that much. Finn does it anyways (with a fUCKING NINE YEAR OLD HELPING HIM AND RISKING THAT KID’S LIFE) and Cassidy gets upset and worried. So, if you disagree with Cassidy, you end up meeting with them anyways so you can stop them. You get in trouble either way, btw.

But, let’s back it up.

If you agree to join Finn’s plan, he’s happy and you have the chance to romance him. Which, at first thought (including mine), was great! In the first season, Max was bisexual. You can flirt/romance with Chloe and/or Warren. With Sean romancing Cassidy and Finn, the developers made him bisexual.

But... it’s not all roses. Let me give you my first reaction. I do actually have it recorded.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGJ8lg5clHM

2:29:55 - 2:34:24

If you don’t watch it, basically I was excited and shocked. I didn’t like Finn at first but in that moment, I shipped them. I wanted Sean to be happy and happy enough to open up about his sexuality, if he hadn’t already.

But, I realized something.

Finn is most likely 20+. Sean is still 16. This means Finn is an older guy kissing a minor, which is of course, illegal. Not to mention that earlier in that episode, he was teaching Daniel to throw knifes and such. He smokes and drinks and admits his sexual relationships in front of a kid, too.

Speaking of his sexual relationships, it would be highly toxic if Sean and him dated/had casual sexual intercourse. Just based on Sean’s personality and how he had a crush on that Jen girl in the first episode, and how close him and Cassidy warmed up to each-other, he wears his heart on his sleeve. One thing this season has done WONDERFULLY is not distribute toxic masculinity. Sean and Daniel have both cried several times. Most men don’t like to talk/show their feelings because they feel weak and such, which is horrible. No guy should feel that way and should openly express them-self.

Sean does this, which is amazing. Yet, still can harm him.

Right after you agree to Finn’s plan, you can kiss him. Throughout the episode, he also flirts with Sean. Of course you have the CHOICE to kiss him... but it’s only after you accept his agreement. You can kiss Cassidy (and sleep with her) but she will storm off, angry, without kissing you, if you agree to Finn’s plan. Which is reasonable. Or, you can lie to her, saying you thought his plan was dumb, and she’ll kiss you. Both reasonable (in my opinion) responses to each situations.

But, how come you can’t kiss Finn regardless? Sean can say no and they could still talk about their feelings, leading to a kiss. Instead, they do nothing.

Finn is manipulative. He used Sean’s emotions to get to him. He probably noticed how close him and Cassidy were and how much love he has for Daniel, openly saying it every now and then, and wanting to protect him. Finn noticed how open Sean is and took advantage.

Imagine if this wasn’t a choice base game and the story automatically follows Sean agreeing with Finn.

He flirts with him throughout the episode and is very charismatic. Since Daniel notices how close Sean and Cassidy are getting, he rants to Finn. Finn takes in this information and uses it against them. He becomes “cool” in Daniel’s eyes by being super chill, rebellious, and showing him how to violently protect himself/hurt others. In a sense, he becomes Daniel’s temporary older and “cooler” brother, making Daniel look up to him. With Finn’s flirting, he admits (once again, if your choices didn’t matter) that he has feelings for some guys.

Finn takes note of this.

The idea pops into his head to steal from the man who runs the pot farm... thing. I’m an innocent bean who hasn’t done anything harder than prescribed drugs for anxiety and stuff. So forgive me if I’m getting these terms wrong, LOL! But, the point still remains, he tells Daniel who is automatically on board. I doubt a 9 year old boy truly cares if they have enough money or not. I bet his main thought was “If I do this, then Finn will think I’m cool! He’ll treat me like an adult and so will others.”

In fact, I bet you that was his exact thoughts, just based on what he said to Sean and how he acted towards others.

If you really look at it, guys... it looks similar to a Mark Jefferson/Nathan Prescott relationship in season 1. I’m not going to go into many details for the people who haven’t played/watched season 1 yet, but I’ll give you guys a basic rundown by what I mean.

Nathan was mentally ill. He suffered from possibly multiple disorders and had an abusive father. His father wanted him to be the best of the best, not for his sake, but for the families sake. This got to Nathan and he hated his father. Mark Jefferson was a teacher who noticed this, befriending Nathan, and becoming a fatherly figure. The two teamed up to do sickening plans and crimes together which ended up getting them caught in the end.

Now, who does that sound like?

Daniel just lost his father and he’s angry. He probably has PTSD and anger management issues, based on how he’s acting and the situations he’s been through. Finn is an older figure and tricks Daniel to follow his plans and crime, as they’re stealing. They end up getting caught by the boss no matter what they, Sean, Cassidy, or the player does.

Sean is in the same boat, minus the anger issues. He probably suffers more from depression and PTSD (since he talks about the past a lot to others and how they know their story). Since he does talk about his feelings, Finn uses to his advantage.

When Sean agrees to the heist, Finn and him (can) kiss as an award. An award for falling into his trap and doing whatever he wanted.

Nathan got fatherly love and praise from Jefferson, resulting in him to continue their disgusting plans in order to feel loved.

Sean (and Daniel) and becoming the Nathan of this season.

We have to watch out who will be our jefferson.

I also have to address another elephant in the room.

We’re the reason this happened.

If you go through old DontNod/Life is Strange official posts (I suggest instagram or facebook, where i saw mine), I saw nothing but comments saying how much they want Chloe and Max back. I assume this is because of how you can romance Chloe. They want their love story/friendship to continue. Even though we did get a comic series based on them, it wasn’t good enough.

DontNod probably got sick of it and forced this to happen. While they were probably writing Cassidy as a love interest in the beginning, and Finn as probably just a random stranger or a brother of hers, the noticed all the hate and said “fuck it!”

As a result, we got the chance to kiss Finn... before you could write him off by injuring or killing him. Which, many people were pissed about.

But if you REALLY think about it, we were the cause of that. They probably didn’t want that, wanting to focus on Cassidy and the actual story. But many people wanted LGBTQ+ moments (which is understandable) but didn’t want Sean and Daniel’s story. Or they did get involved in their story but wanted a LGBTQ+ character.

The story of Life is Strange (both seasons + DLC) is nothing more but teens/young adults finding themselves through very difficult times. This with the responsibility of super powers, which are hurting those around them. It’s not meant to be a romance. It’s meant to be a drama, sci-fi, and angst story. (And thriller bc of Max’s nightmare bc that shit scared me)

While yes, I was happy and excited at first about Sean & Finn kissing. I was happy that there was potential for things to be “normal” and Sean to be happy, there was a lot of red flags. The age differences, the manipulation, the parallel's, and how forced it was.

Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk! Before you leave a hateful response, please know my opinion is valid like yours and others. Not only that, but I’m not the first to point some of this out. :)

#lis #life is strange #lis 2 #lis 2 spoilers #life is strange 2 spoilers #sean diaz #daniel diaz #life is strange 2

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akane171 · 2 years

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Considering the SPN fandom, I would be very surprised if there aren't any fics of that...😅

Jup, just one person only focused on continuity, consistency, details etc would be brilliant...😫

Yes, citing. The worst devil you can encounter in life... Like, seriously, not enough that it's a confusing mess anyway, but then there are also different approaches to this confusing mess and it feels like EVERYBODY is doing it differently...😫😑😭 (Thanks for the "cheerleading"😂😊🙈)

Unfinished, unwritten, po-tae-to, po-tah-to 🤷🏻‍♀️ An unfinished fic just means it still has stuff to come that is yet unwritten🤷🏻‍♀️

(Ahhh🤣) Ohhh, yesss😍 More of Karamel, Baree (Btw, I'm still grinning like an idiot over that name, but he's SO ADORABLE!) and the kiddos💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

Considering there seem to be at least 2 more Arcs to PiaD and the way most prior Arcs had about 20 long-ass chapters, I don't doubt that you'll finish before LW🤣

"Surviving"?😂😅 Oh god, what kind of language classes did they make you suffer?!🙈 But Ohh, it's actually a pretty common phenomenon that people's English improve with watching/writing stuff cause practical usage and authentic experience blahblah 😍🤩 (sorry random unnecessary explanation about language learning🤦🏻‍♀️)

I mean, it's already on my list (which has like 13 languages or so I still wanna learn), but I've been slacking on spanish and romanian and should probably pick those two up properly first since I already started on those...😩 I swear, I need more time to just do stupid shit like binge stuff, write fanfics and LEARN languages and practical skills and all this stuff one would like to but never gets around to learning😭 (I just googled that sentence... "A beetle sounds in the reed"?🤔 Did you mean sth by that or did you write it cause apparently(?) it's the hardest tongue-twister?🤣)

HAHAHA 😂

Soonish?🤨 Hate you? ...WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING TO OUR POOR KARAMELY COMEDIC DUO IDIOTS?!?! *Goes to grab the protective bazookas* 😭 ...Wait, please don't say Kara is gonna be an idiot with her feet absolutely down her throat like in that bar scene in S2 when she went to tell Mon-El she would never be with him because of the way he is...🙈

That Cartoon is one of the classics🤷🏻‍♀️😂

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I know. As much as i like to stay away from that fandom, they created some amazing shit xD

I mean, come on, how much one person could cost? On the other hand, maybe IGNORING canon was something what they simply do, because they were too dumb to follow their own story. The fact the s6 made absolutely no sense, is just a cherry on the top *sarcasm*

What can I say, my friend, the pain of higher education xD

There is the difference. Unfinished fics need to be finished. About unwritten we can speculate and have a nice conversation :PPP

Happy to hear XD i mean, there was two names for the dog i could have chosen, Kazan and Baree. I think we both can agree the choice was obvious xD i can't imagine a dog called Kazan chasing butterflies xD

Yep. On the other hand, my other ideas for otehr kms fics are extremely long and complicated, but well, you don't look like you would wnat to talk about them, so :(

I mean, typical English classes? Learning grammar and vocabulary in not effecting way, learning shit you will never really use with normal people etc. Learning it felt like, dunno, learning some math issues that you KNOW you will never use in life too and becasue you are not going to choose some science college degree, you don't see any sense in learning it. So, in that case it was surviving. The moment I started needing it, I started really learning it. Aka, bascially, reading fics and books some time later xD... and writing fics, because some people refused to write things I wanted to read, lol

Oooooooooh, that sounds super cool! So you learn languages in th easy way? I'm so jealous! I have learnt French and German in school, but never really got to the higher level than "i want to buy beer" xD And i have learnt Japanese for 5 years at university and I can say more in it (but seriosuly i have too come back to it and refresh it).

In my case, I feel comfortable in a foreign language when I can think in it. What means I feel like that only about English and Polish xD

It's our most famous Polish line for kids and we use it when we want to scare foreigners away :P

My beta did her magic, so it will be post soon! No, don't worry, not this kind of angst. What probably means, you should worry about other stuff xDDDD

Yes, it is, and the opening song just drill into your BRAIN (xD) and after so many years I still can sing it xD

#my fam

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Oh hey there, Gabi. Long time no see. Hope your summer is going well as if I don’t already know because I follow you on Instagram, and I hope your med school prep isn’t destroying you I’m going to grad school in the fall, so girl I can only imagine. EDIT: GIRL HOW DID YOU POST A CHAPTER TWO DAYS BEFORE YOU MOVED AND STARTED OVER IN ANOTHER PLACE FOR FREAKIN’ MED SCHOOL

LMAOOOO FWIW I didn’t start over, I literally moved like 30 minutes away (and my family did a solid 75% of the work because what are big over-involved Puerto Rican families for). Summer was GLORIOUS. And 6 months ago, loooooool, I’M THE WORST. But you’re the best. This review is the best. Hope you’re crushing grad school (I know you are instinctively but I also know you are because I’ve talked to you about it and despite your humble nonsense I can tell you’re killin’ it). ANYWAY, diving on in to this literary masterpiece of a review:

Anyways, let me start by saying, literally every time you post a new chapter, I think “I’m ready, let’s go”. But literally, every time I read a new chapter, I am not ready, and you slay me every single freakin’ time. Dude, I have no clue how you do it, but every time, I die. Any more deaths, and I’d be a freakin’ Winchester.

A/N: looooool that’s incredible because every time I post a new chapter I think ‘this is it, this is where everyone realizes I don’t actually know how to write, it’s been fun’. But in all seriousness, girl, the fact that you make a point to send reviews after every chapter and go into detail like this is just–like honestly it’s reason enough to crank out 30K words of my bullshit. Not even kidding. If literally no one but you read this story I’d still write it because getting your hilarious whip-smart reviews are life. It’s so appreciated. It’s so appreciated.

Off the bat, while you may believe this is a “filler” chapter, it is a damn good filler I wish I could write filler chapters as nicely and uniquely wtf. If you meant filler as in full of wonderful delightfulness, then yas girl this is the filler-est of filler chapters. Because if you meant this is some fluff piece that has nothing of substance, if you thought for once second that we aren’t thriving off the Bamon drama of the Steroline giggles, we’d all have to chase you out of town good thing you’re already moving.

This chapter is amazing, and on a personal spiritual level, I still can not get over your similes. I know that sounds silly and amateur, but while you’re hella awesome at metaphors, your similes, dude, are unique af, and every single time I write something that barely resembles something you’ve written, I’m staring at my screen like what the actual fuck is the nonsense? Sooooo, rest assured, this chapter is awesome (to be explained in great detail), and you’re awesome too (also to be explained in greater detail).

LMAOOOOO CASSIE I HAD TO LOOK UP WHAT A FUCKING SIMILE WAS HELP ME WHY AM I HERE. But DUDE, I actually have some words to say about this, the first ones being - GAH. Thanks so, so much love. I’m beaming. The second ones being - I ALWAYS think they’re weird when I write them. Seriously. Like that feeling you said you get when you try getting creative with a description is the exact same one I get -ROLL WITH IT. I had to learn that by just sucking it up and posting shit with unusual descriptions and then seeing what kind of feedback I got for it (which tbh makes it sound like I’ve been doing it for a while lololol but I actually just recently started challenging myself to get more creative with my descriptions for things). It actually came from constantly reading writing with cool imagery (Six of Crows was a great one!) and realizing that they never fell back on tired/common metaphors. They always used something unique (Kaz’s voice being like dry leaves scattering across pavement or w/e? Lmao you know how I felt about the constant descriptions of Kaz’s voice but I loved that one). I’m clearly nowhere near that level but I’ve definitely taken to stopping a few times while writing and going, ‘Wait. This is a chance to come up with something cool. Slow down. Do better.’ Cause tbh I have no instinct for it. I don’t think in creative metaphors or similes or whatever. But if I labor over it for a minute or two I can maybe come up with something, so yeah, THE POINT OF ALL THIS BEING - it probably sounds a lot better to a reader than it will to you. They feel and read unnaturally to me because they don’t come naturally to me, lol, but the people reading probs don’t know that so trust yourself! Do it! Knowing you and your talent they’re probably incredible.

Okay, so, in an attempt not to be mundane, let’s go through this fav line by fav line please forgive me if I just rewrite the whole chapter because ff.net doesn’t let you copy/paste

“She remembered feeling alarmed, a little helpless, like a plastic bag caught in the middle of a hurricane” (us FL girls can spot one another from miles away) (but also???? great simile). Poor Damon, but also poor Bonnie. This girl is just tryna help—it’s the core of her being, tbh—and this boy is too proud. Not like proud-proud, but that oh-shit-I’m-exposed proud. You know. A/N: AMERICAN BEAUTY REFERENCE WHADDUP. Lol I was channeling that plastic bag shot at the end of the movie. Granted there’s no hurricane in that but you know, us Florida girls put hurricanes into everything. And yeah, that’s a great read on Damon. His pride/confidence is something he uses as a shield more than anything, which isn’t to say it’s fake exactly, but more so something he relies on to stay detached and not really have to deal with things. It’s easy for him to be like ‘world sucks, I don’t care’. Anytime anyone sees below that confidence/armor, though, it’s really destabilizing for him because it makes the reality of his fears/anxieties harder to ignore, ya know?

Kai calling out “Friends?” is the most relatable thing. He’s a murdery little bean.

“And sure, maybe she’s being a giant, hypocritical pot to his doesn’t-deal-with-childhood-trauma kettle…” Yes girl, these lines are really awesome. Also, I like how Bonnie recognizes the cycle right away. She’s like ‘been there done that broseph’.

“Do you have any pop tarts?” this girl asks. Lol when you stress eat. Btw, we never find out if she got them??? I need answers???? I feel like Kai could 3D print pop tarts if he needed to.

“Toodles”: I had a friend (loose usage of the term) in hs who used to say that, for real, and it’s funny ‘cause she was this gossipy diva (Bekah?) and reading this just sent me back. Also, toodles is such a passive-aggressive thing to say, especially for Care. I don’t think toodles has ever been said without the backing vocal of ‘I hate you please die’.

“… the prospect of going through the whole song and dance made her bones ache, it was so tiring.” FINALLY, CAROLINE, YOU’RE FREE OF THE CURSE I can tell not really, but, at least, we’re getting through some of that warding doe. RIGHT!? Lol I was excited to put that bit in because it was sort of my attempted nod to everyone reading that it was okay (actually encouraged!) to feel frustrated with Caroline’s constant mood swings because she herself hated them. They weren’t meant to be read as a some ‘fascinating complicated girl’ thing, you know? I feel like a lot of shows (esp. with male writers) like to write these female characters that are difficult and volatile for the sake of being ‘interesting’ and I kind of wanted everyone to know that I wasn’t going for that. Caroline’s coming from a place of fear. She knows what she’s doing isn’t fair. She knows it’s angering and more trouble than it’s worth. And even more than that, she hates it just as much as everyone else does, and by the time we hit chapter 16, she’s finally too drained to listen to that frantic instinct to self-preserve. She just throws caution to the wind and lets it go. It’s still scary for her but what can you do. But you’re right, she’s getting there!

***Side Note*** when is Tyler gonna be a thing, I need some sma Tyler in my life rn Me toooooooo he’s my husband. He should be popping in for 18 or 19!

Stefan’s recap of what happened, “you planned the homecoming dance at the same time as the football game”/”False” is great. I really love your back-and-forth dialogue, like always, ‘cause it’s natural and it’s funny as hell. Idk, when I write it (or sometimes when I read other people’s), it doesn’t have that same fast pace hilarity. Maybe that’s just me. It’s definitely just you cause I’ve read your dialogue and it’s hilarious, but one thing I’ve found that super speeds up dialogue is removing the dialogue tags. Seriously. Makes a world of difference. Like I don’t think it’s even possible to write an extended snappy exchange with dialogue tags tbh, cause your mind will just naturally slow it down to read the description. Half the time I go back to edit, I’m just removing unnecessary dialogue tags or descriptions that felt needed at the time. It helps if you can pick dialogue that sort of speaks for itself in terms of how it’s said, too (and realizing that once you’ve set the tone of a conversation, you really don’t need to keep re-emphasizing that tone - it really only needs to be addressed if there’s a shift imo). Also, I’ve kind of found that leaving out subjects can both make dialogue sound way more natural and also speed it up. Like even in the example you used below: “You’re ridiculous”/ “Effective” / “Terrifying”/ “Productive”/ “And impressive as hell” it wouldn’t read the same if it was: “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m effective.” “You’re terrifying.” “I’m productive.” “And you’re impressive as hell.” See how it slows it down? And throw in dialogue tags and it’s even slower. “You’re ridiculous,” he said. “I’m effective,” I countered. “You’re terrifying,” he replied. “I’m productive,” I quipped. “And you’re impressive as hell,” he concluded. To me that just completely changes the speed/flow. So yeah, there’s my unsolicited advice on snappy dialogue, lolololol.

Caroline’s interjection: “Systematic overview” lol

“You’re ridiculous”/ “Effective” / “Terrifying”/ “Productive”/ “And impressive as hell”—ooooo, Stefan! Your heart-eyes are showing!

***Side Note*** so, uh, are we ever gonna find out what Stefan allegedly did? Muahaha yes. Kind of. Iz cute.

His deadpan face eased into a smile—one of those twinkling, warm ones that reminded her of honey spilling off a spoon—and predictably, annoyingly, her stomach did a flutter—gold. I feel like you can really get away with lines like this when it comes to Steroline because a) Caroline is a writer and b) Stefan is a Disney prince I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU USED THAT BTW I’M GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF BUT DUUUUDE LISTEN I have so much fun writing in Caroline’s PoV because I can write things in a way that I can’t with other characters. I think you’ll see a lot of that in 17 when Caroline dives into her Matt history. And Stefan’s fun because he’s such a fucking sap so I can get as dumb as I want. He has a scene in 17 where I’m like ‘jesus christ dude get a grip’. Damon’s my annoying son because he’s closed off as hell so I always have to keep his thoughts muted and on-the-brink-of-something. Bonnie probably comes the most easily. Anyway, there’s my response to a question that was never even asked.

“It was the elephant in the room, big and obvious and floating over their heads like a light-up blimp. None of this frothy, chit-chat matters, it read in a glitzy, scrolling marquee, waving its animatronic trunk, y’all are fake.” … Does it ever get exhausting? Knowing that you’re literally the best at this metaphorical imagery thingies that need an actual name so I can use it and throw it in your face like, look at this gabi, think about what you’ve done? I almost cut that out because I thought it would feel random! See? That was one of those ‘pause’ moments where I almost left it as ‘the elephant in the room’ and then was like ‘you can do better than that’, and then after I extended it I was like ‘that sounds weird as hell but whatever roll with it’. So roll with yours, girl!

“An awkward beat passed as they regarded each other in the bright, exposing overhead light”/ “the lighting too clinical for such a personal conversation”. So, recently, coupling physical and metaphorical description has really been my jam, and I am so totally digging this. I have this weird thing where I feel like the lighting has to be soft for intimate conversations and if it’s not I’m like not in the right headspace for it, looool. So I’m glad you’re weird about that with me!

“[Katherine] was tough. Cynical. Her arms would lock tightly around him, jaw set, damning the world and the fucked up people in it.” Nice glimpse at the infamous Katherine Pierce. Can’t wait for a possible cameo from her in the future. NYE! Hopefully. I might be overselling NYE.

“Melted, really, like a clock in a fucking Dali painting.” Ok so like, do you Google this shit or is your brain just going a million miles a minute, coming up with stellar ways of impressing us (me)? Like jfc Gabi, calm down. LOOOL okay that one was instinctive because I compare legit every melty thing to a Dali clock. My sister’s cat has no bones and liquifies into whatever space she inhabits and we call her a melted clock.

“Floaty, useless goddamn feathers” this is cute i’m fine

“The Tylers” mention: Tyler believes in love? Is Tyler a Stefan, and that’s why Defan gels? Does Tyler have a girlfriend or boyfriend or a something?!?!? How cute! I feel like the best way to describe Tyler is like… surprisingly well-adjusted. Like he definitely had some shitty things go down in his life (abusive dad), but he had a loving mom and an unexpected support system in Damon and Katherine and because of that, he’s grown up to be this easy-going, confident guy. He’s definitely got a wild streak because of Damon and Katherine, but even when he went out with them they always kept an eye on him, always kept him out of the real dangerous stuff. He grew up loved. So when it comes to romantic love, he’s a casual optimist about it. He’s not some heart-on-his-sleeve romantic, but he believes it’s out there. His issue is kind of that he gets along with everyone (one of those types), so no one’s really knocked him off his feet yet love-wise. “The Carolines”: oh shit, called out. I love that he can read her like a goddamn book even though they aren’t anything under the surface at all. Like that just shows how good he is at this. Yessss, love that interpretation. I kind of wanted to emphasize how much he has everyone pegged so that it would heighten the contrast to how much he keeps having to redefine Bonnie.

“She’d cracked his varnish”—nice—“so thoughtlessly, like it wasn’t something he relied on”—oh shit—“and for what?/ “For shits and giggles? To see if she could?” Like usually I can handle these lines I’m lying but how sad and fucked up is it that Damon thinks Bonnie was only kind to him for something. I totally understand his mindset (like get where he’s coming from), but jfc honey, Bonnie is the Hufflepuffiest (which kudos btw for using the house for both ships, nice nice, I’m honored on behalf of us honey-badgers) and she literally didn’t try to help for anything. He def. struggles with the idea of people being kind for no reason. AND YAS GIRL HONEY BADGERS UNITE! KINDNESS EVERYWHERE! YOU get some kindness. YOU get some kindness! ERRBODY IN DA CLUB GETTIN KINDNESS.

“He scoffed again, shaking his head—worry. Concern./ “Unwanted things.” CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IS THE SHIT, MAN. All us writers out here (or just me idk) are screaming and, probably totally weeping.

“Her eyes looked a little buggy in her magnifying goggles, hair in a mess of curls, and instantly, unwantedly, he felt a bit of the cool distance warm right off him.” Oh silly boy. Like you can actually resist how adorable Bon-bon is. Also, love nerd!Bonnie, can she come back some more? I’m going to incorporate it into 17! I think. Lmao I will now.

“It means I don’t need you to fucking fix me.” Yikes, dude. I always worry that those mood-shift lines aren’t going to pack enough of a punch so I love when you single them out.

“One little emotion glitch”… It’s really interesting you put it this way. Stefonnie are all heartstrings and mush, and Daroline are very ones-and-zeros, very programmed-and-defined. And this ties into Kai’s “logic” speech, because while these no-strings-attached sillies think they can avoid what makes us all human, they’ve got another thing coming. These fools are just as sappy-feely as their romantic counterparts. TRUEFAX.COM I wanna change the story description to just that ^^

“Relax.” IF THAT SHIT ISN’T THE MOST ANNOYING THING EVER I HAVE NO IDEA HOW BONNIE DIDN’T DECK HIM RIGHT THERE. Not to call him out, but my boyfriend does this whenever I get worked up, and I’ve warned him, next time he tells me to relax, he’s getting hit. I literally read Damon’s “relax” in my bf’s voice, and I got so irritated. (Great job). I THINK YOU MEAN YOUR FIANCÉ WHHHAAAATTTTTT

“Your blood type was ‘tequila’.”

“Does that bother you” / “Not as much as it bothers you” OOOO GIRL EXPOSE HIM YAS another line I hoped packed a punch.

“Cat, is he lying?” lol when do they actually name her Never.

“Casually vibrant and loose” reminds me of sunshine for some reason. Sunshiny Caroline is my fav.

“Bonnie’s Caroline. Spirited. Brassy… A hell-raiser with a sparkling stare and a laugh like a bell.” Stefan, babe, stop.

“Badgering the witness!” LOL I’m using this in b&b, you’ve been warned, bye DO IT.

“Memory Lane was closed.”/ “Detour to Platonic Avenue”: good, good, keep it up. I love how they end up talking about it anyways? And it’s lowkey a daroline convo, but without a doubt, Damon would flirt it up, and it’d probably end in more sex, but these two goofballs I swear: “Told you I was the class skank” and “it takes years of training” but also “No room left behind” “Nothing is good enough to make me forget about how much I hate heights” / “I am” OH SHIT IT’S GETTIN’ HOT IN HERE. But also????? Excellent example of what I was saying (re: daroline convo); Caroline lapsed into her natural, flirty confidence, not even realizing GIRL HOW AREN’T YOU REALIZING how something so saucy, that would naturally turn on Stefan, can’t be said so casually. HAHAHA honestly as I was writing that I was like ‘careful what you wish for steffy bear’ because like you said, that is natural Caroline. She’s confident, flirty, vibrant, etc, and if Stefan was already falling for the prickly, self-preserving version, how did he expect to survive this one, you know? I don’t approve of these characters’ dumb ass decisions I just write them.

“You’re Lawyer Dangerous-ing me, aren’t you?” and “Wow, I ruined you.” Love it. I feel like Kol pulled this shit on Caroline, and she lowkey trusts her brother, so she fell for things like this all the time. LOOOL Kol’s such a menace.

“You didn’t think you were Buttercup, did you?” / “That’s embarrassing”: I love sma Stefan so much. I liked tvd at one time, but that’s for another day lololol we’ve discussed this.

“Ugh, montage love” I’m sorry Gabi, are you in sma too? ya know every now and then I have to insert my frustration with how dumb everyone is.

“Was it real if the sun started to fade after a few years? Was it real if the gravity weakened and he had to struggle to stay in her atmosphere? Was it real if another planet got pulled in, too, one he could never see because it was always on the exact opposite side of her, moving in tandem with him, eclipsed by her glow?” Shit, girl. Like, go home already. Gah, thanks love. Another case of ‘pause. Think. You can do better.’ I’m telling you, you just have to roll with it!

“I don’t regret a second of that” oh Stefan, you lovesick fool

“I’m like a human Bermuda Triangle” love

“Just give him the Disney Prince look” and the process of him going through it, and him being like, “This is just my face” I’m dead.

“Danger Zone” lmfaoooooo, followed by “Whatever, Piss Pants”. Sounds like a classic Caroline x Kol moment Honestly, it was so nice to write them just having an easy convo, lololol. And TOTALLY a Care x Kol type exchange. Oh, Kol. I can’t wait to write him over the Christmas chapter(s).

“Bonnie knew the ball was in her court to be the bigger person” to “…they all made her feel caught between telling him that everything was going to be okay and asking him if he wanted a gold fucking star.”/ “Unfortunately, the latter seemed to be winning out.” Okay, so I have to admit this: this “petty, four-year-old” Bamon is a little shamefully like me and my boyfriend. We’re like the diluted version of bamon in this fic. I’m the nerd/caring one, my bf is the cynical/well-read one, and we’re both petty af, and our form of affection is kinda like bamon’s back-and-forth. I mean, we’re not as fucked up at all, but idk, I see parts of our relationship in bamon, which is why they are otp does that mean I think ryan and I otp? maybe but I don’t like being gross. Anyways… FIANCÉ RYAN. CASS IS GETTING MARRIED Y’ALL. I OTP YOU GUYS ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US SO IT’S FINE.

“Must be depressing” / “Don’t worry about it” / “Just means it doesn’t matter” / “Because isn’t that the human way?” Ooooo this shit boils my blood this is the kind of crap ryan pulls sometimes omg but moreover, this baiting thing is so aggravating. Say what you want to say and be done with it! WEDDING BELLS AND RIIIINNNIIINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG LMAO literally any mention of you and Ryan’s going to bring that response out of me bye

“I mean, didn’t you tell me last night that your biggest fear is that something’s wrong with you and it’s only a matter of time before everyone else figures it out?” and Bonnie’s internal monologue “her head was caught in a hum as she tried to shake off the burn of hearing her biggest insecurity thrown in her face, casual, smug”. I got to admit, Gab, you really know how to write ‘em. Like I was literally hanging on every sentence like oh. My. GOD. DAMON WENT THERE.

Side Note: this whole scene had me all sorts of fucked up, and like damn girl, you really know how to write ‘em. Like I felt for Bonnie. Not in a personal way, but like having someone just throw your deepest fear in your face? Someone who you were just warming up to? Like shit.

GIRL thanks so much, that scene definitely took some tweaking. I always stress about those moments because it takes me so long to get a sense for exactly what kind of mood I built (cause I’m almost like… already in the mood when I start writing it so I don’t actually know if I built it or not? Like if someone who wasn’t me would feel it through the writing alone? Does that make sense? I always try to explain this and fail). But anyway, gah, so glad this pulled you in. Like it’s one thing to try and be funny and fail at it (my life) but for some reason it’s way more nerve-wracking to me to try and be dramatic/intense and fail at it.

Kai’s crème-bru-yay is like opening Pinterest and seeing the first promoted post lol.

Damon’s “would it kill you to stay for one dessert” and her “it might kill you”, which I translated to “I might kill you, you fucker” Exactly what it meant.

The Bon/Kid talk. Nice. I love how it parallels to the Care/Stef talk earlier (dunno if you did this on purpose?) Nope, but I’m going to pretend I’m put-together enough of an author to do things like that and say of course.

“I don’t even know what your vulnerabilities are, Damon!” Have you read Lee’s “Parachute” bamon fic. Damon asks, “Do I ever say anything I don’t mean?” and Bonnie says something like Uh yeah, you say whatever will bother people the most. That. That is so true, and I didn’t realize it until I read it in her fic. Noooo, I haven’t, but now I really need to!

He was a friggin’ serial killer and they’d played right into his game Jesus fucking Christ they were all going to di—I love how off the rails Bonnie’s thoughts are. Like she’s stilly lowkey pissy at Damon, but at the same time, she’s like we’re gonna die. LOL that’s why Bonnie’s the easiest for me to write, because I too am often balancing serious emotions with cracky off-the-rails thoughts.

“I’m sorry but what the everloving fuck, dude?” So, first, amazing line lmfao; second, amazing scene, my friend. Damon, somehow, talking Kai down? Like who would have thought? “Not a good look, man.” I’m dead.

Jk that line is getting it’s own number. Just reading it makes me think that Damon must’ve said something like this to Tyler. Must have. Like, maybe Tyler’s talking about how he got into a fight at school, or maybe about how he screwed things up with a girl—idk idc, big brother!Damon is a good look. Toootally! I was 100% channeling big bro!Damon there, and I definitely hoped people would connect it back to Tyler. Tyler’s just someone that Damon wants better for, you know? Like him and Katherine take him along on their wild rides but like I said earlier, Damon definitely doesn’t want him to live the same kind of life or make the same kind of mistakes/sacrifices he’s made. So I can totally see him steering him off that path if he senses him heading down it. And just in general, so happy you liked that scene. It was one of the scenes I was most pumped for ‘cause I live for feels, and I thought it showed really cute sides of both Damon and Kai.

Kai’s fun fact about Dante, and Damon’s plain, “Bummer” lol.

Kai’s “Did you mean what you said earlier…thinking I was cool…?” I seriously don’t know how you made a serial killer adorable but how dare you :D

“Boyish, almost, like he was some angsty teen she’d walked in on listening to Britney Spears”, oops you did it again I’m hilarious my friend, you played with my heart for fantastic similes. Like, this one just epitomizes what you wanted it to, this sheepish, caught-in-the-moment-of-a-good-deed kinda thing. Like, Gabi, stop Yeeeesssss that was exactly what I wanted to get across but I wasn’t sure I got it across so YAY. Goes to show you. You never think that of your own stuff. Idk why this review response is turning into a giant PSA on cutting yourself some slack with your own writing but CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK WITH YOUR OWN WRITING PEOPLE.

‘you are so much more than you think you are, you piece of shit’—see, that’s my kind of “terms of endearment”. LOL mine too.

Caroline vs. Cat, illustrated by “Are you trying to die?” is very much like me vs. a cat except I’m super allergic, so I’m doing the dying LOOOOOL love ya, Cas.

“Stefan!” She blustered out of her room with a scowl, padding down the hallway in Bonnie’s too-small Gryffindor slippers. First off, Caroline calling Stefan. Secondly, Caroline calling Stefan to be a meditator between her and the cat. Thirdly, why does Bonnie had Gryffindor slippers if she is clearly (eh) Hufflepuff (she could easily be Ravenclaw tbh). LMAO so I made them Hufflepuff at first and then I remembered Bonnie had a Gryffindor shirt and I thought it’d be funny for her to just randomly have paraphernalia from every house because she can’t decide who she is and goes through phases where she’s super convinced she’s one house and then it changes a few months later.

“Tide of amusement”/ “Wash of endearment”: teach me your wayssss I read that as ‘teach me your waaaavvveeesss’ we’re both hilarious

“Saint Stefan”: I really like (and appreciate) that Caroline is the one calling him this. That it’s not some jealous brother, but some girl who blatantly misunderstood him and is coming to the conclusion that maybe this savior complex isn’t as bad/ingrained as she thought. Honestly even just reading ‘jealous brother’ gave me such TVD PTSD. Gross. I’m with ya, girl.

Stefan’s advice, “Dazzle him with that Rebekah charm” literally is the most Dad thing I’ve ever seen lmao

“Demon.” / “Demons everywhere.” Lolololololol

“Do your thing. Give me the sisterhood spiel or whatever Hallmark collection it was you were planning on plagiarizing.” Well shit. I’d probably pay to hear Damon and Rebekah’s verbal sparring. LMAO Damon vs. Rebekah would be amazing. I feel like they’d be fast friends, which makes me laugh because Kol would totally idolize Damon and yet him and Rebekah would loathe each other.

“But more importantly… Tiffany will be social media stalking you every inch of the way, seething with jealousy, so take a lot of pictures.” I love how she gives the realest advice, and then brings it to Rebekah’s level lol. I feel like big sister!Caroline is something we were deprived of and didn’t know it. Hahaha you know Rebekah would totally ignore that shit if it didn’t circle back to making her nemesis miserable. But sister!Caroline is definitely something I want to do more of, so I’m so happy you liked that side. Christmas time will give her and Kol some quality time (and Mama Liz!)

“I’m going to need some tea,” she says lmao.

Oh this is the thing I was talking about when I referred to Lee’s fic: “he’d know before he’d even opened his mouth that he was going to hate what came out” and “why the hell had he even gone there? He could’ve just told her he needed space”. Very similar. You guys had the same revelation. That’s rad - I definitely have to go read her fic. Lee’s writing is always brilliant.

“Unfortunately, the hole he’d just managed to dig himself into had an echo, and the only sound in it was the disbelieving crack in Bonnie’s voice when she’d confronted him about bring up her parents.” Right in the heart.

“But maybe she thought he was a megadouche” he cares what she thinks! “Maybe she was waiting for him to prove that he wasn’t.”

“You missed a spot” / “A harsh spray of water cut him off from the pull-out faucet she’d shot straight at him”—if this petty shit isn’t me & ryan CAS AND RYAN ARE GETTING MARRIEDDDDDDDDDD

“And mean.” I love that tack on, it’s so childish, but epitomizes how she can’t even stay mad at him. “Very, very mean.” Their childish bits are my favorite parts to write. It’s in full-swing in 17.

“I just had a really shitty week last week.” Oooo glimpse into the past. Like Bonnie’s with the Enzo/Klaus mention. More of that ahead!

“And don’t stop calling me kid.” / “It’s cute and I like it.” Can they just kiss and be together already omg You would think but everyone in this story is stupid.

“And he was struck by the most bizarre impulse to kiss her” see, even Damon knows!!!!

The “pep rally” / “I was actually a cheerleader for a bit in college” convo. Classic Bamon

“Try not to do anything secretly heroic while I’m gone.”

“Maybe he was allergic to pep” / “maybe he was high on it” Damon and Bonnie sitting in a tree… D-E-N-Y-I-N-G

THE ALMOST STEROLINE NAME DROP I WAS ACTUALLY GRINNING LIKE A MORON WHEN I READ THIS MUAHAHA it was so stupid and I cackled writing it.

“I think I need to talk about Matt”/ “And I think you should probably tell me about Elena”. What? Caroline Forbes is talking about exes? Is doing something healthy that’ll further her relationship with Stefan? THERE IS SO MUCH PRIDE IN MY HEART – Also, I think this was a great way to end the chapter ‘cause it’s super cliffhanger and also super like a tvd episode, you know? Great, excellent, fantastic job! RIGHT? LOOK AT HER GO! She’s ready to confront some things! And because I took six months to reply to this and have the benefit of actually having the scene written now, I can tell you that she’s really going there. Saying things she’s never said out loud. It’s a hard scene for her. But she’s determined. So it makes me so happy that you’re proud of her (I’m proud of her!), and hopefully the next chapter will make it a little clearer why she is the way she is (and why it took her this long to get there). Also, YAY for show-like endings! You know that’s what I’m going for ;) TBH that’s a large reason why the chapters have gotten so long - I want like a whole episode in a chapter with a beginning, middle, and end, and I want them to set up a story for the next one, and for four central characters that usually ends up taking me about 8-10 scenes, loool. So I’m glad you like it that way, too ;)

Okay, so this is longer than I hoped, but I’m sure you won’t mind. Take your mind off med school, off the whole moving thing. Anyways, thanks a bazillion for being this awesome author that interacts with her audience, who puts at least 1000% percent into this fic when, really, you don’t gotta, and ya know… thanks for fulfilling the need everyone has seen tvd died (there were only 6 seasons right?)

Definitely only six seasons. And girl, psh, thank you for making all of the things you listed above worth it. Seriously. You guys make writing this story a legitimate joy - I literally have you in mind when I write. I anticipate who’s going to like what. Whose going to have a problem with what. And it makes me a better writer. Seriously. Anyway, you’re as lovely and witty and talented and kind and weird and wonderful as ever and I expect detailed updates on you and Ryan’s royal wedding every week and NEVER EVER APOLOGIZE AGAIN FOR WRITING A LONG REVIEW WHO ARE YOU KIDDING YOU’RE MY SUN AND I’VE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT I’LL SAY IT AGAIN IT TAKES ME FOREVER TO RESPOND BECAUSE I LEGIT CAN’T THINK OF A REPLY THAT’S WORTHY SOOOOO THANKS FOR MAKING MY LIFE K BYEEEEE

#reply #review #six mornings after #16 #cassie's review #that's going to be a tag #because it deserves its own tag #anyway here you all go you're welcome for bringing cas into your life #meta #submission

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keenregine · 5 years

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Thunder only happens when it's raining Often times I dream, I’m on the verge of my own death, including my ‘actual’ death (such as, last inhale and exhale). And I don’t think it’s a coincidence. This is not a suicide note btw, this is not me wanting to die and give up, well not just yet. lol jk This is just me, unfolding my dreams, bearing the only parts I remember at least. I admit, within these past months I’m circling in a vortex of an emotional wreck. But I can handle it just fine. It doesn’t show in public, no one knows about it. But little by little, I managed to recover. Thanks to my outstanding coping mechanism. And also to those people who helped me without them knowing that they’re actually helping me in some way. But most times, I’d rather face it myself. Okay, enough. Hooray for the long intro. It always starts with me being chased, whether by someone I know or not. The weather is always gloomy, raining or just plain grey. I ran and ran, always running but not knowing which way I’m going. Then cut. Enter next scene, I’m walking into a grass type graveyard, it was a heavy ass rainy day. But Im not getting wet, (that’s what she said, fuck you Michael Scott! haha) As I was walking past these muddy grounds with my feet getting heavier by the minute, I saw these few people from afar and I approached them. I came in closer, then I realized I knew these people, they’re all dressed in white. Some of them my high school friends, relatives and hometown neighbors. All of them sad-looking, sulking and even some are crying loudly. I sat beside one of my closest high school friend and asked her, “Hey, why are you all crying? What’s wrong?” She didn’t respond, she continue sniffing and blowing her nose like there's no tomorrow. Then, I asked the same question all over again, this time lightly tapping her shoulder. Same thing happened, no response. I walked around more, went to a bunch of people gathered in circle looking down and crying more. Then finally, I saw my own physical body, lying in a coffin just below the ground. Standing above was my mother crying, clutching onto my picture that I don’t remember when exactly it was taken, I never looked so peaceful in a picture. Then I woke up, not really sure how I should really feel about it. Then comes another pallid dream. Me being chased as usual, this time by the authority. I’m actually impressed how fast I can run. In my dreams, like literally. lol I run so fast that some of them got tired from chasing, but there’s this one man left. Kudos for his unceasing dedication. The place was in my hometown, riverside. Near the place where I grew up. I jumped to the river, under the bridge. Hoping he won’t see me from there. But he did, the river was getting fuller and fuller that I had no choice but to float myself. While I was struggling, I saw this man dropping something in the river, like an effervescent tablet. By the moment he dropped this, I felt my body stiffened. You guessed it right, it was a poison. Now, for the interesting part, which is very surreal. I actually felt that out-of-body experience. I saw my astral form leaving my physical body. That kind of feeling! Awesome! Coolest thing I’ve encountered. Then I woke up, looking rather confused again. But this time, I was less scared. Less worried. Just wondering why these kind of dreams keep on coming. Now, this blog won’t be called “keenregine” for no reason if I haven’t done a research on that. Coming up next. What I read about always having ‘death-dreams’ plus how it truly relates to my own life right now. Hihi Thank you for the support guys. You know who you are. *wink Interesting fact: This entry has been edited maybe around fifty times. And I would be really fucking upset if I find another mistake. A wrong spelling, wrong word usage, misplaced punctuation marks etc. If I have to be really honest, rest of my entries have gone through the same process. I can't be an editor. lol Kbye *not OC, not ever

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fancymuffinparty · 7 years

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A Foolproof Plan

Rating: G -T; for comic mischief.

Pairing: EreAni, Eren x Annie. Hints of other pairings.

Summary: How would Annie Leonhart ask her date to the Sadie Hawkin’s Dance? Here’s how! (No guarantees that it will all go smoothly… especially when your friends are idiots.)

Word Count: 1678

A/N: I love the RBA trio. Btw, this is slightly crack lol. That is all.

“Have you asked anyone to Sadies yet?”

If Annie Leonhart had to hear that question one more time…

Shiganshina High School’s Annual Sadie Hawkins’ Dance was but a week away.

All of her buddies had successfully asked their dates. Sasha was going with Connie, asking him after one particularly heated night of karaoke. Mikasa and Armin were going as friends, the crafty usage of a fortune cookie ultimately sealing the deal. Krista asked Reiner before first period with the help of a few others, each wearing t-shirts spelling out: S-A-D-I-E-S-?

Krista insisted on being the question mark.

Ymir coerced Bertolt using a charming combination of cleverly arranged Hershey’s kisses and brute force, putting on a show for everyone after his basketball game.

Someone managed to record the entire spectacle and upload it on YouTube. The video had over a hundred thousand hits last time Bertolt checked, lowkey dying of embarrassment but happy to have a date to the dance nonetheless.

At first, Annie was unsure if she even wanted to go, but her friends just wouldn’t give her a break.

“Come on, Annie!”

“Don’t be lame!”

“You have to go!”

The crew continued egging her on for the next couple days, reminding her that her crush had yet to be asked.

“I heard Eren doesn’t have a date yet.”

“You should ask him.”

“Do it!”

Annie was surprised Eren hadn’t been asked by anyone. When she mulled it over, the hints he kept dropping her at lunch made it seem as though he was waiting for her to ask him.

Hints within the realm of: “Wow, it sucks that I haven’t been asked to Sadies yet!”

And: “So I heard you haven’t asked anyone yet, Annie. Interesting…”

The real kicker: “Just so you know, Annie, I’m not doing anything Friday. Huh. That’s funny. Friday just so happens to be Sadies! What a coincidence, right?!”

Okay, okay. It was pretty obvious what he was trying to convey.

But how was Annie Leonhart going to play this out?

Everyone else had asked their dates in such cute and clever ways.

Mikasa practically went out of her way to ask Armin! A fortune cookie with the proposal written on the little piece of paper inside. A fortune cookie! A fortune cookie? Like, who does that?!

Sasha went all out with her Karaoke plan, stealing Connie’s heart by crooning away with songs like ‘Baby Come Back,’ and ‘Do Ya Think I’m Sexy.’

Krista had planned her proposal weeks in advance, ordering the special-made t-shirts ahead of time.

Ymir was going to be hard to top. No doubt, she made Bertolt an offer he couldn’t refuse, given her persuasive methods. It’s hard to say ‘no’ when a hottie with more sass than freaking Deadpool has you in a near chokehold and throws Hershey’s (and then literal) kisses all over your face.

In front of everyone at a varsity basketball game.

Annie was never the super competitive type, but she didn’t want to seem lazy either.

She couldn’t let her friends show her up, especially since it was their senior year.

It was do or die. Now or never. All or nothing.

This was it. Today was the day.

Annie Leonhart was ready to ask Eren Jaeger to the Sadie Hawkin’s Dance!

The only thing left for her to do was to time this out right. For now, she’d have to be quiet and remain perfectly still.

With the help of Reiner and Bertolt, she devised a foolproof plan, needing only a large cardboard box and a bag of gumballs.

Said bag of gumballs were in her hands. As for Annie, she was hiding in the giant cardboard box, carried delicately by Bertolt and Reiner as though they were handling a sort of ‘package.’ Seeing as how she only weighed around one hundred and ten pounds, she may as well have been a feather; no match for the muscular arms of her assistants.

The plan was for Reiner and Bertolt to ‘deliver’ the box containing the petite Annie to Eren’s house and from there, before Eren could open it- Booyah!

She’d burst open from the inside and surprise him!

Such a genius, she was!

Annie could make out a few distinct sounds from her position inside the box, readying herself mentally when she heard Reiner ring the doorbell to Eren’s house.

The door opened, followed by a slightly audible conversation.

“Reiner? Bertolt?” Eren looked back and forth between the two in confusion. “What are you guys doing here?”

Bertolt was sweating nervously, as usual. Reiner had the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Special delivery for Eren Jaeger.” Reiner had one hell of a hard time suppressing a hearty laugh. It was making his stomach hurt. His lungs especially needed the release.

Eren raised a brow as the two gently lowered the ‘package’ to the ground.

“What’s this all about?” Eren asked.

Bertolt began stuttering. Reiner took a step back.

“Why don’t you open it?” Reiner clapped his hands together, figuring that was a good enough cue for Annie. He wanted to see how the rest would play out

“Uh… okay.” Eren shrugged.

Before he could move to try and open his package, he was taken aback when the box started… moving.

Inside the box, poor Annie began worrying. Why couldn’t she jump out in a glorious blaze like she’d seen in the movies?

Shit, she thought. I can’t get out!

“Guys,” Eren stammered, “is there something… inside the box?”

His question went unanswered as Reiner’s eyes widened in horror. “Bertolt… when I said ‘use the glue on the kitchen counter,’ you didn’t happen to reach for the yellow bottle, did you? The one with the missing label?”

Bertolt nodded. “Uhh… well… yeah. I used that one”

“That was super glue, Bertolt!” Reiner shouted in agony. “Shit!”

“Oh, no!” Bertolt gasped.

Eren grimaced. “So, how the hell am I gonna get this thing open?!” The box kept jumbling around. Whatever, or whoever, was inside seemed desperate to get out. “And who the hell uses super glue instead of ya know, TAPE, to seal a package?!”

“We ran out of tape! Look, there’s no time to explain, Eren! We gotta get it open!” Reiner hastily picked up the box and tried frantically to pry it open with no more than his bare hands.

“I don’t think that’ll work, Reiner!” Bertolt implored the blond beast to settle it carefully on the front lawn and then quickly said a prayer. “Forgive me, Annie.” He whispered.

To the horror of those in his presence, he began kicking the sides of the box in an effort to weaken its construct.

“What the hell?!” Eren gasped.

“Bertolt! No!” Reiner ran to stop his friend from continuing. “That’s not how we’ll get it open.” Reiner rolled up his sleeves. “This is how we’ll get it open.”

With that, he began punching the top of the hefty cardboard box, with the intention of doling out enough damage to free the enslaved Annie from the package’s restraints.

Eren could only watch in shock, frozen where he stood like a deer in a headlight.

He came to his senses when he heard something inside squeal in distress.

“Stop!” Eren dashed over to stop the idiots from causing any further damage. “Didn’t you hear that just now? It made a noise!”

“It did?” Bertolt and Reiner asked in unison.

Eren paused for a moment and sighed. “This isn’t some kind of prank, right?” The chances of them messing with him were high, but the concerned looks on their faces appeared genuine.

When both giants shook their heads, Eren exhaled sharply and began walking to his garage.

“This thing is indestructible. I’m gonna go grab my dad’s chainsaw.”

Bertolt and Reiner nearly choked at his suggestion.

“You can’t be serious!” They cried out in sheer defeat.

“What choice do we have?!”

Just when all hope seemed lost, the box rumbled and jumbled around, like a volcano about to erupt.

Though the boys had no way of knowing what was happening, it wouldn’t be long before all their worries could be cast aside. Thankfully.

Annie, by the grace of gods above, hadn’t been harmed by the barbaric acts of her friends in their attempts at freeing her. She had been placed in the box with loads of bubblewrap and crinkle-cut paper as a means of cushioning her inside.

As a fall back plan, she had brought a special ring gifted to her from her father; a ring with a small sharp folding blade sheathed within.

Using the blade, she began methodically tearing away, finally managing to free herself after a few swipes.

Annie burst out of the box and stood up victoriously. After briefly dusting her knees, she reached for the bag of gumballs at her feet and made her way over to where Eren was standing.

All three boys were at a loss for words, watching her as though she had just risen from the grave.

“Here.” She handed Eren the gumballs nonchalantly, like the last few minutes never happened. “Open it.”

“Annie…” Eren couldn’t formulate a proper sentence, voice emptily trailing off.

Bertolt suddenly lost consciousness and fainted, to which Reiner gathered him in his arms to catch his fall. He fanned away at Bertolt, casually offering words of encouragement while trying not to laugh.

“Calm down,” he sighed. “Everything turned out all right.”

In another setting, Eren had hurriedly opened the bag of gumballs and fished out a small note inside.

The note read; I finally have the balls to ask you to Sadies.

Awh! Such neat hand-writing, too!

Eren smiled and looked back at Annie, pulling her in for a hug.

“Took you long enough,” he said, squeezing her tight.

Annie smirked, completely satisfied.

Although her plan hadn’t quite worked out the way she had intended, it was certainly one for the books.

Who else could say their date was about to use a chainsaw to free them from being stuffed inside a box?

Suffice to say, she definitely outshined all her friends- and even managed to surprise herself.

#ereani #ereannie #ereani fanfic #mywriting #ereani fanfiction #ereannie fanfic #ereannie fanfiction

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spaceorphan18 · 7 years

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Finding Kurt Hummel: The Break-Up

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4x04: The Break-Up

Alright - time to rip off the Band-Aid. It’s been four and a half years, and I think that’s been ample enough time to revisit this episode with a clear head and an open mind.

This episode, though, man. It split an already fracturing fandom in half, and it really never recovered. And I think stories about fandom and what went on at the time really out does the story here itself.

I will say, though as an aside, that season 4 was meant to be a new and fresh series -- the introduction of the Newbies symbolizes that. The whole idea of makeovers symbolizes that. And hitting the self-destruct button on all the popular couples was a symbol of that. From what I can tell, the writers wanted a fresh start with season 4.

And while I like season 4 (more than season 3), and while I think that Klaine needed some actual story, I don’t think the mentality that the show needed to start over was the best one for the longevity of the show. However, there’s another time and place for that discussion. I’m mainly focusing on the story itself here.

Anyway, it’s funny to me -- that there really isn’t /that/ much Klaine in this episode. Just enough to do the damage it did, and shake up the the couple -- who never really fully come back together until the end of the series. It’s a fascinating and frustrating arc - and here we go.....

Some Introductory Notes

Before we get into the Kurt stuff -- something I need to add.

The paralleling of Finchel. One thing that does outright frustrate me is that Klaine doesn’t get to be their own story. No, Finchel and Klaine have very different things going on within their relationships, I get that. But the thing is -- Finchel gets meatier things to do. I understand that they’re the A-Couple, and that the show wants to do more with them, therefore they get better development. But selfishly, as a Klainer, throughout the season it’s difficult seeing Finn and Rachel get developed conversations while Kurt and Blaine get a watered down version of a similar thing. But more than that -- this is one time I wish Glee wasn’t so hell bent on paralleling all their stories -- because everyone’s stories work better on their own, not being tied to someone else’s.

I would say Brittana had it easier being a more individual story, but they were neglected for a long, long time after this, so you know, issues everywhere, lol.

Brunch

Before we jump to Kurt -- Blaine and Brittany are lamenting about their relationships in the opening sequence. Blaine talks about remembering when every day felt like Valentine’s Day. And that’s where I think that both Kurt and Blaine fail a little bit. Relationships are not always going to feel like Valentine’s Day. Sometimes they’ll be hard. A lot of times not. But sometimes yes. And this reliance on how everything is perfect -- how everything is their storybook romance -- is what does them both in. It doesn’t allow for either of them to make mistakes.

We open Kurt’s story with him cooking breakfast -- and is in a relatively good mood. Oh, bb, the fact that you are so unaware of what’s going to happen in the next few days makes this even more heartbreaking.

I need to note that Kurt wore earplugs to bed -- as he did probably did in high school cause he did not want or need to hear any of /that/.

But anyway -- Kurt senses there’s some major drama about to happen in Finchel land, and he has no desire to be any part of that. He’s gonna go sneak off to the park and watch drug deals, lol.

BTW - during the next Brittana scene, there’s some Kurt shade, as Santana talks about how improbable it was for Kurt to get the internship. The show knows, sometimes, when it’s being ridiculous. And as I said in the previous episode, it’s not about realism. It’s about the character story.

Call Waiting

While Kurt’s gonna somewhat fuck this moment up -- I’d like to point out that he’s the one who called Blaine. Also - Blaine’s pic of Kurt is Kurt’s student election campaign poster.

Alright - so this one little scene has a lot packed into it.

First of all -- you can tell they’re at least trying. They have phone dates, that I assume they both set up. But I’m guessing that Kurt -- being caught up with this crazy new job, and having to take care of phones for Vogue.com, probably is keeping him understandably busy.

Yes. This scene points out that going out in the real world after high school is different. You have more responsibilities. And things that were important in high school seem smaller when you go off to college.

Blaine, however, is still a year behind, and still in that world that Kurt left. And Blaine is not handling things well on his own. As he says often -- he’s a bit lost, and unsure what to do on his own. But this is also where the fear of losing Kurt comes to head. Blaine’s insecurities and self-doubt are all rolled into one, and couple that with Kurt being carried away with this new life brings Blaine to the (incorrect) conclusion that Kurt doesn’t need (or want) him anymore. And that his relationship is done.

Kurt misses Blaine. There’s a lot in his facial expressions that show he really does. When Blaine lists off all the things he misses doing with Kurt (note - the implication that they both miss the emotional and physical parts of their relationship (my god, they’re allowed to mention they have sex)) Kurt is right there with him, frustrated by the situation, too.

But I think the thing that is somewhat missed during these break-up discussions is that Kurt isn’t exactly handling all of this well either. Kurt trying to express to Blaine that with the absence of NYADA he has to find some direction, and Vogue.com might be that opportunity that he shouldn’t miss, isn’t exactly the easiest conversation. (Not to mention that Kurt doesn’t seem to do well in general when Blaine gets overly clingy.)

Also - Blaine’s looking for some kind of comfort, and instead Kurt’s hanging up on him to get the latest gossip from Joan Didion. Not cool, Kurt.

But -- as I’m sure I’m being a broken record -- neither is dealing with this long distance stress well. Blaine is under the impression that the worst has happened, Kurt has forgotten about him, and his relationship is over. Meanwhile, Kurt is ignoring the issues as much as possible, believing these things will all magically work out. Nope to both.

Also - Blaine’s ILU as Kurt hangs up. Ouch.

Haunted

Alright - so this is the part that’s hard for me to untangle because we’re in Blaine’s brain here -- and I’m not always the best a figuring his head out.

Blaine’s singing this duet with Finn -- and it’s about the two of them feeling out of place and out of sync with their significant other. And Blaine’s haunted by the Kurt he sees in his head - this vision of Kurt from when they first met (Vision Kurt is wearing the same outfit from Never Been Kissed). There was a time, in Blaine’s head, when everything was perfect and man he’d like to go back to that time so he can feel okay.

But interestingly, Vision Kurt is season 4 Kurt, too. A Kurt who has changed, and is not the same person that Blaine used to know. He’s almost this foreign entity that seems like he’s judging Blaine.

So, here’s my interpretation (which Blaine stans can correct me on if I’m totally off). Through the circumstances of his life and his type of personality, Blaine craves emotional validation and is the type of person who needs to be told (and told again) that he’s valuable and needed and wanted and worth being with, etc. And Kurt used to feed that emotional neediness on a regular basis when it was the two of them and they did everything together.

Now that Kurt’s gone, Blaine is not getting that reassurance on a regular basis and because of that he feels lost. He tries reach out to Kurt (as shown at the beginning of the sequence) but Kurt’s not there. So Blaine decides to take the easy path (the dark side!!) and find someone who will quickly fill that validation. And this is where Eli C and the cheating comes in. Maybe if he can find that intimacy with someone else he’ll be able to feel better -- and it will help take away the sting of feeling left behind by Kurt.

It’s also a rash decision, btw, one where Blaine clearly didn’t think it all the way through. Because it’s really going to blow up in his face. But -- here’s my thing, there are a lot of things that go into this, and it’s even more complicated, I think, than I’m giving it credit for. But I’m going to move on and get back to Kurt, since it is my Kurt meta. I’m hoping that when I do the podcast, lots of smart Blaine fans will help me untangle this further.

Callbacks

So, I guess Kurt decided it was fine to go play third wheel with Finn and Rachel, lol? But anyway - Kurt’s getting all dressed up to go sing at a bar. I don’t know much about clothing meta, but I’m sure someone can discuss the purpose of black and red in the wardrobe. Not to mention, I read something about the usage of mirrors in this episode, but I don’t remember what.

I will say -- I never thought about the name Callbacks before, but I think it’s intentional - not just because of the connotation to the theater world, but because this is a callback to the good ole days for Finchel and Klaine. And yet, it’s not the good ole days anymore.

This is totally the face of someone who is unhappy their boyfriend showed up unexpectedly. (Actually - the longer I stare at it, the creepier it gets, lol)

Also - remember that meme of people who bring foliage to the loft means bad things? Blaine brings roses -- this is not going to be good.

I don’t know what’s with me and taking ridiculous screencaps. But I love Kurt hiding behind his flowers. (He’s actually smelling them.)

But man - I mean, best night ever, right? His boyfriend is there unexpectedly. (And they share a kiss -- why does stupid Rachel have to interrupt that?) His brother is there. They’re gonna go singing. Best night ever, right?

They go to Callbacks, which is so, so pretty. I love all the Christmas lights.

And, oh Kurt. He really just doesn’t get it. He’s happy Blaine’s there and they can start making their New York memories. He does see that Blaine’s sad -- he’s obviously but not blind. But he has no idea that Blaine’s been struggling to the extent that he’s been struggling. Kind of like in Dance With Somebody. Kurt sometimes doesn’t get it until Blaine spells it out for him.

And I would like to state right here that while I do think its both of their issues that lead to this break up, while I do think Kurt was (unintentionally) being neglectful of his relationship -- as Blaine says himself in DWS -- ‘talk to me, tell me you’re unhappy, but don’t cheat on me.’ And I didn’t bring that up to throw back in Blaine’s face (I kind of hated that when people did that) - it’s more of -- this is a lot more difficult when you’re on the other side of the fence.

And these two have always had issues with communication. Tell each other your feelings you stupid boys!!!

Oh Kurt -- you’re just in such a happy place before all this goes down.

Blaine, as he sits down at the piano, says he’s going to sing a song -- the same song he sang when he first met the love of his life. A song that has become very much their song, and is representative of this fairy tale romance they have going. And look at Kurt’s face -- he’s over-joyous that Blaine’s singing this song. He loves this. He loves that it’s supposed to be a romantic overture yet again.

There’s a lot of love and reflection on Kurt’s face as Blaine starts singing.

And this might be a good place to talk about a misstep Kurt has within his relationship. Blaine has been all these wonderful things for Kurt. His prince, his knight, his first kiss, his first love. They’ve shared so, so many intimate moments together. But -- Kurt sometimes has trouble seeing Blaine as a real boy -- one who isn’t perfect, who won’t just wait around for him when Kurt needs him, who has troubles and issues and is going through something a bit bigger than Kurt understands.

But this song -- this break down that Blaine has is the first time Kurt really, really gets to see first hand that his relationship is not fairy tale perfect. The illusion is coming apart.

This scene, this rendition of Teenage Dream, is one of the most powerful and heartbreaking scenes in the entire show. (I mean, Kudos to Darren Criss for this -- I think it’s one of his best acted scenes in the show.) It’s ironic in so many ways, as the performance just goes off the rails. It’s fascinating how Blaine just breaks down -- he is no Disney prince here. He’s a slobbering mess, rushing through the whole thing because it’s all too painful. And man, how many of these lines are just plain ironic now?

And the longer it goes on, the more Kurt knows that things are wrong, that something is terribly, utterly wrong, though there’s confusion in his expressions as well. What the fuck happened? He doesn’t know. But this isn’t the Blaine he’s used to. And he doesn’t really know what is going on.

Not Really a Walk in the Park

You guys remember when this scene was filmed, and there were people who witnessed it first hand (why did they shoot this in public?) and that was a sucky night for fandom? At least Chris and Darren seemed to have fun, lol.

Anyway -- I need to bring up American Horror Story for a second. Why? Because at the time Ryan Murphy was writing the first season of that. And in that season, at the beginning, the husband cheats on the wife, and the scene where the wife confronts the husband is almost exactly verbatim this next Klaine scene. It, like, freaked me out when I watched it -- and then I checked the dates and that AHS episode was written before this.

This whole cheating thing is a trope that Ryan Murphy goes back to again, and again. I don’t know why. But I feel like that framework should be kept in mind when discussing RM’s projects. I can’t not look at it in that light. And while we can talk about legit reasons as to why Blaine decided to cheat -- I feel like it can’t be stressed enough that this is also a trope that’s indicative of Ryan Murphy -- and that he has a tendency to write all his couples this way. And that cheating in RM’s world is somewhat a different thing than cheating in the real world.

But on the bright side, that AHS couple worked it out in the end. And so will Klaine.

Getting back to the scene....

When we start out, there’s a physical distance between the two of them. They’re not holding hands, Blaine has his hands in his pockets. Kurt’s unsure how to act. I’m guessing this relationship has never felt this awkward for either of them. And Kurt can’t avoid the inevitable forever -- so addresses the subject straight on.

Kurt’s so nervous as he asks Blaine what’s going on. He can feel it, feel that this is not going to be a fun conversation.

And then Blaine says he was with someone - and the bottom just drops out completely. Because out of all the things he was worried about -- Kurt probably never thought that Blaine would say that.

Oh man, do these two know how to hurt each other in the worst ways.

To Blaine, removing the emotional intimacy has been the worst. But to Kurt -- removing physical intimacy has always brought about his insecurities. As we’ve often talked about, touch is a huge thing to Kurt. He doesn’t let anyone in, he doesn’t let just anyone touch him. And here’s this boy who Kurt’s let in, and having that connection, not just that emotional connection but the physical connection - where sex and love are intertwined and where Blaine being close to him was not only Kurt’s way of knowing he was valuable but Kurt showing how vulnerable he can be, of letting Blaine into his heart, is incredibly important.

And here Blaine says that no only has he had that physical intimacy with someone else, but he shared something Kurt considers sacred with a person who doesn’t really matter. (Kurt is first fearful that it was Sebastian -- someone who has always brought about Kurt’s insecurities. But having it be someone faceless. Someone who doesn’t ultimately matter is almost worse.)

And this just shatters Kurt. The person he thought he loved and knew more than anyone else in the world, he doesn’t know any more. Because never in a million years did he ever think Blaine could hurt him so deeply.

The temptations line by Kurt is really interesting here. Did have Kurt have other people hitting on him? Maybe? Maybe not. But this goes to Kurt believing that his relationship would be fine without tending to it. Kurt’s fine with commitment. There could be one guy, there could be fifty. He loves Blaine, he’s with Blaine, that’s all that matters. And he’s secure with that. But, love and relationships are more than just believing everything’s going to be okay as Kurt finds out here.

I’ve seen this comment floating around, and I agree with the assessment -- usually the show lets Kurt pretty cry. Kurt’s break down here is not pretty. It’s downright ugly crying. (And this is where I give Chris kudos for his acting. Damn, I can’t imagine going to that place take after take.)

Anyway - it’s fascinating that everything changes from this moment forward. No more fairy tale romance. Welcome to the adult world kiddos.

So -- instead of extending the argument -- we move into the song Don’t Speak. Which was, apparently, Darren Criss’s suggestion. Thanks Darren. Lol.

It works well for this group of singers -- it’s heart-wrenching and works well for both of these couples. It’s not a personal favorite, because this song depresses me to no end, but it works.

Breaking it down a little --

Blaine sings:

I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believe this could be The end

That stands out to Blaine’s headspace. It’s not just about the romantic relationship -- it’s the fact that the friendship isn’t intact as it once was either. And I think that’s a huge element that they both miss throughout this break up.

Kurt (with Rachel):

It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real, well, I don't want to know

It’s interesting -- because Kurt, when things get emotionally difficult, had a tendency to not deal with them head on. Not until he’s forced to, really.

Kurt and Blaine:

Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me, cause it hurts

This is the chorus and the main point of the song. Neither of them really want to deal with it because it sucks. It’s literally the worse. And yet -- you have to eventually deal with it anyway.

Kurt (with Finn):

Our memories, well, they can be inviting But some are altogether mighty frightening

This is interesting -- I think it’s that the memories aren’t as comforting as they once were. For Kurt -- everything he once believed was true and good is now tainted, and how do you look back on that fondly? Right now he can’t.

Blaine (with Rachel):

As we die, both you and I With my head in my hands, I sit and cry

Oh, Blaine -- this speaks to his helplessness at this point.

Hey - remember when we wanted Klaine in bed together and they gave us this? FU RIB!

I actually really like the cinematography out in the park. That shot with Blaine and Kurt lined up but not actually facing each other is pretty powerful - as it shows where they are now in relation to each other. The stuff in the beds, eh, not a fan of the split screen stuff. Plus, oy, Finchel-ness.

I can’t really imagine how the rest of the night went, tbh. I’m shocked Kurt didn’t kick Blaine to the couch. But I can only imagine there was a lot of crying, and a lot of not facing each other, and little to no sleep. And then Kurt left and went into the other room to think....

In Mourning

I’m guessing Kurt’s been in that chair for a long time. He tells Finn that he feels like he’s going to die. And that six months ago, he would have never guessed this would have happened. Well no -- you never thought this was going to happen at all. It’s called life, and life is throwing curveballs.

Kurt’s waiting up for Blaine -- but later Blaine will say that he left without Kurt talking to him. What gives? Well -- Kurt’s so hurt, and so shattered, and it’s a lot to process and take in and I can imagine that even though I think Kurt wants to yell and scream and fight, he’s also emotionally exhausted. What does he really have to say in right this second? You can’t undo things that have already happened, nothing is going to magically make it all feel better. So yeah -- I can see Kurt wanting to say so many things, but in the end, it’s easier to just let Blaine go.

I read some great meta once, and I wish I had a source to back it up, that Kurt doesn’t feel like Kurt here. And someone wrote about why. Because Chris usually plays Kurt as poised and controlled in his actions. And none of that is here. But this is a Kurt who is emotionally raw and defeated. He’s just kind of in a state of existing. His heart is broken, his world doesn’t make sense anymore -- he’s just there. (Man -- I’ll have to see if I can find it -- cause whoever wrote it, wrote a much more eloquent analysis than I ever could.)

If this episode wasn’t already depressing enough -- consider this.... This is the last time Finn and Kurt have a scene together. And it’s a little chilling when you think that Kurt’s wearing black, and telling Finn goodbye as he leaves the loft quietly. Obvious, I’m texturing this on in hindsight. But it’s already a bittersweet moment. It’s heartbreaking when looking back.

I always wished they did a little more with Kurt and Finn as brothers than what they did. But I’m, weirdly, glad they had this little moment as their last scene.

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I have to mention here that we go back to McKinley for a while because Newbie/Jarley drama. And here’s my thing -- this feels so, so jarring compared to the rest of the episode. Glee season 4, when not talking about the newbies, kind of goes back to that season 1 adult grittiness. And all the emotions and break up stuff feels like it’s apart of that. Stopping midway to do a story about high school students most of us don’t care for yet (or ever) is frustrating -- and really highlights the disconnect between these two different kind of stories.

Also a note about the Left Behind thing. I get that this is supposed to be a realization of the theme -- being left behind by someone, as Finn, Blaine, and Brittany are all feeling that. But did we have to waste so much time with it being a literal thing?

Also, meanwhile there’s mild trouble with Wemma. So they get in an argument. While I’m glad they didn’t break up, yet again, it’s obvious they just wanted to stick them into the final group number. We could have done without the newbie stuff and had Wemma get an actual story for it to make more sense.

A Metaphor

Well -- by the time Kurt gets back to work, he’s his composed self again. Something small that fascinates me -- Kurt’s staring deeply at this note from Blaine, and when his coworker Chase comes in, Kurt jumps a little, startled that his thoughts have been interrupted. And then Kurt closes off. He doesn’t give Chase details about what happened, he doesn’t even make eye contact. Kurt goes inward while he hurts, and takes pain on his own.

He tells Chase:

Kurt: I’m okay. I’ll be okay.

He’s already entering this defiant mode. He wants to be fine -- he wants all the pain to stop and not to be able to think about it. Of course, he’s not. As much as he wants it to, the pain of this break up is deep, and isn’t going to magically go away. It’s going to take a lot of time and a lot of healing before Kurt really is fine. But meanwhile, he’s going to try his damnedest to present himself as fine.

Kurt trying to be fine while trying not to break down crying. Oh, bb.

Also this exchange:

Chase: Is he cute? Kurt: The cutest.

You don’t magically fall out of love with someone when these things happen. (Not that I wanted Kurt to do that -- but I’m just trying to show the complexity of the situation here.) Yes, Blaine hurt Kurt very deeply. But Blaine also loved Kurt very deeply, and Kurt loved him very deeply, and those feelings are very intertwined. And I feel like that’s an important comment to make -- cause it’ll come back later. But also because, Kurt can claim he’s fine all he wants, that doesn’t make him actually feel fine.

So someone might yell at me if I don’t mention the flowers. Yes, yes, they’re a call back to Asian F -- when Kurt gave Blaine flowers. Red and Yellow mean friendship and love and a deep connection. Oh, a stab in the heart for sure.

But -- there are two other big things (that irk me a little) that I need to point out before we leave this scene.

First of all, Blaine’s note. I kind of hate it -- because it feels juvenile and belittling of the severity of what Blaine did. The note doesn’t feel like Blaine, and I just don’t like it.

Secondly -- it took me forever to figure this out, but Kurt throwing the note away is a metaphor for Kurt dumping Blaine. That’s when the Klaine v.1 ends. With a metaphor. And it bugs me. Because both Brittana and Finchel get dialogue -- actual scenes that show that their relationships are over. And Klaine gets a metaphor.

And no, I don’t know what I would have wanted instead. And in some ways, Klaine gets better things. Their story is the one that gets the most development in season 4. They’re the first ones back to each other. They get way more focus than Brittana will ever get, and more interaction than Finchel. Their relationship is the least dead? But I suppose there’s that lingering feeling, that I suppose isn’t that fair to say, like the Tongue Tied montage -- I wanted Klaine to have just a little something more.

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Kurt isn’t in the episode again until the end. But before I get there, a couple of points.

1. When Blaine returns to McKinley he chats a little with Finn -- and Finn (understandably, I may add) berates him for hurting Kurt. But my heart breaks for Blaine. Because Finn has come back home too, but he has a support system -- he has his parents, and Will and all the kids look happy to see him. Blaine is alone. Really alone. Oh, bb. I’m glad you get Sam soon.

2. Brittana -- I like the scene that they get at the end. It’s funny, as much as they leave it open ended (this isn’t an official break up) I always felt like it was the most definitive break up of the three. In fact, until they actually got back together in season 5, I thought maybe the show was done with Brittana for good. (I have to wonder how much fan involvement had something to do with them getting back together.)

3. Finchel -- I have many thoughts about Finchel. Idk - if you guys are interested, I’ll write up a post. Long story short - I like their conversation (minus a couple small things) at the end and they were definitely /done/ for a long time. (The weren’t supposed to get back together until the end of the series.)

Back to the Start

The ending group number is The Scientist. And, well, damn, if this isn’t the perfect ending song for this episode -- as it really does well to encompass all of the issues among these couples. (I suppose, though, it helps when the show purposely gives these couples similar issues and themes to work through.) It’s an incredibly heart-wrenching and effective performance.

This song is a reflection of better days and how easy it can be in the beginning and harder as it goes along. (It’s about a lot of things, I’m simplifying)

But Kurt’s verse:

I was just guessing At numbers and figures Pulling the puzzles apart

Well, FU again RIB -- as obviously this is a nod to the line in Teenage Dream about being each other’s missing puzzle pieces.

I should also mention the flashbacks, as there was an uproar about this -- which I don’t believe was unjust. Finchel and Wemma (who don’t really even have a big conflict in this episode) get a flashback to their first kiss, while Klaine and Brittana noticeably don’t get kisses but other moments. And with Klaine I sorta by, since that was back to their start. But still -- if you’re gonna show couples kissing, show them all. C’mon, Glee. Don’t piss us off even further. Klaine’s first kiss would have worked just fine here.

But anywya... But man, if there isn’t some juicy Kurt-related stuff to sink my teeth into. Because this is just ‘the incident’ -- and now we have all the repercussions.

No one ever said it would be this hard Oh, take me back to the start

And thus, the show has officially hit the reset button. Welcome to a new world, guys. It’s not gonna be easy.

#finding kh #kurt hummel #Did I miss anything?#Probably #I'm emotionally exhausted after doing this for five hours #I'm gonna go bake a cake now

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