#i was just suddenly overcome with the need to write with these themes

[pens-swords-stuff]

Absolutely obsessed with the bittersweet, nostalgic and pensive mood that comes with the end of summer. It's so hauntingly and achingly beautiful. I want to capture that so badly in a WIP someday.

#writing #writeblr #undine speaks #i was just suddenly overcome with the need to write with these themes #and had to shout it out into the void #because i couldnt contain it

[golden-flute]

No one asked for my opinion on The Sun and the Star, but I’ve been thinking of nothing else since I finished the book, and I have to write my thoughts or I will explode, lol.

Fair warning: Spoilers and long-ass thought dump ahead.

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On the Themes

I picked out a few different themes that I found carried through the book:

Self-acceptance

Living with trauma

Embracing change

What healing looks like

I thought they were brilliantly approached because there was a lot of nuance for each theme. Particularly when you consider that these are pretty heavy topics for middle-reader age groups!

The biggest theme directly relating to Nico was this idea that it's possible to embrace your trauma, to accept it, and to grow around it. In his case, it's literal, with the Cocoa Puffs hanging around him now like a little parade of Walmart Ghibli Sootballs, lol.

I think that Nico was working through his trauma well before he ever heard the prophecy. The fact that he was able to accept his darkness so easily once Nyx forced him to confront it was more a mark of how far he'd already progressed than it was a big moment where he was suddenly magically healed from all of his baggage. The entire purpose of the Cocoa Puffs was to act as a physical representation of Nico's existing trauma. They will always be a part of him, but they don't define him. He's simply accepted them and freed himself from them without avoiding the fact that they'll still be there. That's such a healthy place to be, particularly because I think a lot of people tend to fall into the same trap of toxic positivity that Will did....

Many people who are natural healers and problem-solvers often fail to realize that being healed doesn't always mean that pain has totally been eradicated, hurray. In their minds, there's always some way to fix broken people. And I think that's why Will's conversation with Persephone was so important for his growth. I think he always saw Nico as someone who needed to be fixed, and to Will, that meant that Nico must hide from his trauma, or ignore it. Will's story arc centered around his acceptance that he can't (and shouldn't) always try to heal people "his way." With Nico, he had to get on his level, see him, and accept his pain. I've known people in my life who tend to avoid negative emotions because they think it's totally bad. But hiding from the pain can often make it worse. Darkness only grows stronger in the shadows, after all.

Nico and Will's internal journeys were two sides of the same coin in that respect. I loved it. Nico was ready to accept his trauma, but in a way, Will had to accept it too.

By the time they reach Nyx, these internal struggles had been mostly resolved and simply need to have their big final moment to totally hit home. But there's another kind-of-subtle-but-also-not theme for Nyx that ingeniously ties into the idea of questioning gender and sexuality. Nyx sees things as black and white. Even her own children, who are more than their labels, have to fit into these perfect molds in her mind. She's the BBEG because she struggles to change or to accept others changing around her. Talk about a heavy topic, right? But then at the end of the book, this idea of change is also beautifully encapsulated in Nico and Piper's discussion about sexuality labels. Particularly from Piper's perspective, since she's still figuring herself out and just going with what feels right in the moment. People are beautifully complex creatures who are capable of being something new every day.

On Characterization

Over the years, I've discovered that I gravitate toward the reformed, darker characters--the gloomy cinnamon rolls, if you will. Nico. Laudna and Caleb from Critical Role. Hunter in the Owl House. Zuko. Kaladin from the Stormlight Archives. Riku from Kingdom Hearts. So on and so forth. Something about their stories is so compelling to me. Perhaps seeing them overcome their own trials is a symbol that light comes after darkness, which is a message I have clung to my entire life, because it gives me hope for myself. And that’s exactly one of the messages I got from TSATS. This time, it was Nico’s turn for a reprieve from his trauma.

Y'all. Nico's a fucking NERD. The moment we met him as a little kid, he was talking everyone's ears off about Mythomagic, and he revealed he had a pirate phase and... yeah, he's just a nerd. His carefree personality took a huge nosedive after Bianca was killed, and then he became this unrecognizable dark creature of vengeance. I know some folks felt that he was really out of character in TSATS, but I find the shift just harkens back to the themes of change. Nico's transforming before our eyes, guys. Though Apollo's series and into TSATS, he's come to a place of peace where he could let go of his anger and his darkness... or at least accept them. And that's given him the space he needed to kind of get back on an even keel. He's finally able to return to his natural progression as a hyperactive dork. That's what we saw in TSATS and I loved it so much for him.

I found Will's progression really interesting as well. He's always been seen as the intrepid healer with a sometimes-literal glowing halo around him. In this story, the tables were turned and he had to accept that he needed support sometimes too. But more than that, this is the first time we've really gotten inside Will's head. We've only ever really seen him from the perspective of Nico (his admirer) and Apollo (his affectionate father). But this time, we were able to get Will's thoughts, and he's... not as perfect as we expected. And I love it. No one is perfect, and I think that in the absence of more information on Will, people sort of developed headcanons of him that understandably made the TSATS version of him a bit jarring. But if he were this perfect pariah of a character, that would hardly be interesting. I really enjoyed that in the first half, he spent so much time complaining about the Underworld, because it just meant there were some lessons for him to learn as well. He's complex, just like the rest of the PJO cast.

Other Incongruent Thoughts

Guys, I'm dead. When we finally heard the fated prophecy, I was... really underwhelmed. It didn't feel like it was literarily as impressive in the same way the other prophecies had been. It just... wasn't very good poetry. But then Dionysus criticized the rhyme structure and called it "a bit forced" and I was like "Hang on..." Come to find out, Hades made up the prophecy to get Nico to go save Bob! Can you just imagine Hades sitting at a desk, surrounded by crumpled pieces of paper, writing bad poetry that's convincing enough to get Nico off his butt and into Tartarus? I'm deceased.

The reunion between Nico, Maria, and Bianca BROKE me, y'all. I was full-on sobbing and my eyes were swollen this morning when I woke up. I was confused by how they were there, since past books said that they'd "moved on," insinuating they'd tried for rebirth. But I saw another post someone made about how Hades (or Bianca?) mentioned that they were the barest of essences remaining. I'm not saying it very well, but it made a lot more sense, and I hadn't caught that insinuation in my read-through. But I absolutely loved that we didn't get this reunion until after Nico had already accepted his trauma. If this meeting had come before, I'm sure he would have fought to "save" his mom and sister--I mean, he even says it in the book. But by that point, all he needed was to say his piece and get some closure, and that was enough for him. It was a mark of how much he's grown, and I just... *chef's kiss*

I love Hades. He's genuinely a good dad. Well... sort of. Maybe not at the beginning of PJO. But he, too, is changing his ways and taking more of an interest in his children. Or at least Nico. I wonder if we'll ever get more Hazel/Hades content? But Nico pretty much confirmed that Hades was around when he was a kid, and Hazel said the same thing in a previous book, which is more than pretty much every other demigod can say, so there you go. By Olympian standards, Hades deserves that #1 Dad mug.

I was really surprised that it took over half the book for Nico and Will to make it to Tartarus! Don't get me wrong, there was still plenty going on, but I was so used to the idea of Percy and Annabeth dropping in at chapter 2, it surprised me!

Anyone else peep the really big typo on page 401 of the US hardcover? "My mother is Bianca di Angelo, and she loved me and my sister." I stared at that for a long time last night wondering if I was going crazy, lolol. From what I've heard, the typo has already been fixed on the kindle version of the book, but those of us with physical copies have got the OG mistake. Whoops, lol!

I'm having a hard time discerning if the "'Dam it,' said Nico." on page 352 is a typo or not, for the pure and simple reason that there were so many dam jokes in PJO. And somewhere else in the book, Nico actually says "Damn," so... was it a typo? The 'dam' joke didn't really have a purpose for being there, and it wasn't repeated later, so I feel more like it might have been another typo?

We got a little Percy and Annabeth action! And Sally and Estelle! I have to admit, I was a little disappointed that Percy and Annabeth had already forgotten about Bob. Especially since Percy's whole growth in the House of Hades was to realize how many people he'd left behind. I never expected them to join Nico and Will in their Tartarus journey, but they apparently brushed him off so fast I got whiplash! What was that about? I wonder if we'll get more on that in the short story that comes out later this year?

We got a little mention of Damasen in this story as well, and obviously if he hasn't regenerated yet, there wasn't much they could do for him. But... I'm surprised that Percy and Annabeth didn't mention him or ask Nico to keep an eye out for him as well because he was there at the Doors of Death, making the same sacrifice as Bob. Will there be another Tartarus rescue mission in the future? Nemesis told Nico that any future journies into Tartarus would be unsuccessful. While I feel like it's unlikely we'll get any more Tartarus field trips, those little asides made me wonder if Rick Riordan's got more ideas floating around that he wanted to leave open for later, just in case.

They used the words gay, bisexual, and lesbian! I don't think this book series has ever done that before! I have a sneaking suspicion that this was part of Mark's contribution to the book. RR usually tends to talk around those words--he'll make it obvious, like when Apollo talked about his love for Hyacinthus, but I don't think Apollo ever actually used the word bisexual to describe himself (correct me if I'm wrong). I think that it was a really good step forward for children's literature. If you're going in, go all in, you know?

Lil Nas X made an unbelievable appearance! Lol! Though I have to admit, the inconsistency of the timeline of references sometimes gets me. Like many books ago, some character probably dropped a reference from ten years ago, and a year or two in book time, we get a Montero reference. Like, it's a small nitpick, but that inconsistency always pulls me out of the story a bit. Yeah, you heard right--I'm totally fine with the issues everyone else had with the books, but the weird timeline of references messes with me, lol. That's where I draw the line! That's not the say the Lil Nas X reference wasn't spectacular, though, lol.

Do I... like Mr. D now? I love Dionysus from the mythologies, but Mr. D was always so... blegh. But he's like legit a decent person to Nico. He shared his popcorn! That. Was. HUGE. Hahaha.

We finally got the full scoop on Nico's first trip to Tartarus!

The nickname "Night-Light" is endlessly adorable. And then Will ruins it by turning around and calling Nico "Death Boy" lol.

The trogs were never my favorite mythological creature ever, but they grew on me in this story.

So... Menoetes and Geryon, huh? Menyon? Geroetes? What's our ship name? Lol.

Will having the hots for Persephone was not on my bingo card, lol! I did really enjoy their talk, though. It really set up Will's character arc very nicely. And I loved that Persephone seems to be taking a leaf out of Hades' book and trying to be a bit kinder towards her stepchildren. It's not their fault, you know?

I'm seeing a lot of reactions to Nico's coming out story. I agree, that's one part I felt was a little bit forced. Introverted people can have moments where they're feeling brave and don't mind an audience (Hi, I'm exhibit A), I wouldn't say it's out of character per se. But it was a little bit... shall we say out of context? Since we didn't get the actual scene, but Nico and Will's recollection of it?

I really liked Gorgyra. The random chapters of stories from Nico and Will kind of jarred me a bit, but I think they were a nice touch, but would have been too much if they'd all been told chronologically. I agree with Rick and Mark's decision to split those up.

Amphithemis was a trip! I wish we could have lingered a bit more on Nico being upset at Will for tricking him away. I was glad that Nico at least asked Hades to free Amphithemis.

I saw some complaints that Nico and Will were super cringey around one another. To that, and as someone who's ace, I say... most couples are cringey around each other, particularly young couples. Nico and Will are still feeling out their relationship, and they don't have the years of friendship that Percy and Annabeth had that made their relationship so easygoing. I think Nico and Will's relationship is a bit more realistic in terms of first loves.

I loved the frank conversations about PTSD. I eat stuff like that up, because when I read it, I can just imagine someone else who really needs that sort of representation reading this book and finding comfort in characters like them.

And I'm literally out of space. I had no idea Tumblr had a character limit, but I hit it, lol. But if you got this far, thanks for reading!

#the sun and the star spoilers #tsats spoilers #spoilers #sun and the star spoilers #tsats #the sun and the star #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackson #hades #sun and the star

[ma3mae]

This might be kinda dumb but imagine this. Tecchou and s/o are in their first days of their relationship and they haven´t share a passionate kiss so could i request hc of tecchou and s/o sharing their first passionate kiss?

Cherry Sweet Kiss!

Summary: It's been two weeks since you and Tetchou officially got together but something seems to be missing... a surprise might help with that, no?

Genre: tooth rotting fluff, gotta brush my teeth after this. Also def suggestive themes here!! 😩✋

A/N: The way I nearly cried writing this, had to hold myself BACK from writing smut but im also too immature for it so... ill just imagine the rest.. .😭

Tetchou x Reader!

Like the schedule of the both of u are just fucked up so hard 😭 hes already working at ungodly hours and even if ur working hours are "fairly" normal, its still difficult to get some time together

Being together with one of the Hunting Dogs wasn't easy at all.

It was already a fight getting together at all since weird schedule + oblivious tetchou kept putting some bricks in your ways of entering a serious relationship

Even after having overcome that hurdle, the both of you havent had enough time together, only seeing each other during the day or night for short moments before one of you needing to leave

yet after a not so planned sudden "date" (which involved him just suddenly dragging you out of your house) things progressed faster than you expected...

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"T-Tetchou, where the hell are you taking me?!"

"Just wait, we'll be there soon." He merely stated, glancing down onto your shocked face, his lips twitching slightly upwards as he continued to make his way with you in his arms, carrying you in a traditional bridal style.

You arms would tighten around his neck with each jump, twirl, hell even flip as he made his way to god knows where.

For anyone else it would nearly seem as if he was showing off but you knew that it was just his way of reaching that random place faster.

Was your heart thumping loudly from the fact that he just yanked you out of your own house and began to ran with you in his arms like a lunatic or...

That it actually even seemed somehow romantic to you since it felt as if the both of you were running away into the night together...

A halt in his movement yanked you out of your thoughts.

The sudden hitch in your breathing let a soft smile appear on his face as he slowly and steadily let your feet touch the ground, his eyes not leaving your face, engraving your beauty in his mind forever.

"Do you like it?" He asked as he let you take in the sight before you, watching you take a few steps forwars towards one of the many cherry blossom trees covering the field.

"It's... It's more than beautiful... But how come we are here?"

You had a slight hunch on why he had brought you specifically to this place yet you didn't want to get your hopes up, too afraid of the potential rejection it could hold.

"You said that you had wanted to watch the cherry trees but couldn't because of work. So when I found this during a mission some days ago, it made me think of you."

Ah, the surprise turned out better than expected.

All his worries melted away as he saw how the moonlight would illuminate his favorite features on you. Your face, your hair, the way your eyes were twinkling brighter than the stars as you stepped closer to him.

Everything about you was and is breathtaking for him.

"Honestly... You never fail to surprise me, Tetchou." You told him as you felt your eyes sting, gently letting your hand rest on his cheek as he put his over yours immediately, wanting to feel more of your warmth.

"I love it very much. Thank you for taking me here."

Yet your words didn't seem to reach him quite as you wanted, a slight furrow between his eyebrows as he cupped your cheek, wiping something off of it with his thumb.

"Then why are you crying?"

He asked, confusion laced in his voice as your breath hitched at the sight of a clear stain on his gloved thumb.

"I... I don't know... I think I'm just really happy right now and-"

Trying to gulp down the lump in your throat, you stepped closer to him, pressing your bodies against his as you wrapped your arms around him, him immediately latching onto you as well.

"I just missed you, you know? Being this close to you like this. I know we are together and we'll be spending much more time as a couple as well but... I didn't like how we wouldn't see each other at all for the past days and-"

"I missed you too."

Moving his hands towards your face, he let them cup your soft cheeks, tilting your head slightly upwards, gazing into your teary gaze as his began to glisten as well.

"Getting together with you was the happiest day of my life. I didn't like that every time one of us would be home, the other would be gone. But that won't happen anymore."

The gentle breeze let his soft strands graze his face, petals crowning his hair before he gently pressed his lips onto your forehead.

"I've talked to Fukuchi about it and I won't let anything come between us."

"But your work is important too..."

He tilted your face slightly to the side, pressing his lips onto your right cheek.

"It is but you're more important."

Pressed his lips onto your left.

"And I want to be there whenever you need me."

Before pulling back to put his forehead against yours, his gaze having never left yours even once.

"Why go so far for me? I don't want you through so much trouble because of me..."

You tried to move your gaze away from him yet his eyes were just truly too captivating.

"Because I love you, Y/N. And I'll say it to you every day. Even after the both of us would be in graves, I'll still continue to hold and love you. Nothing will ever change that."

How could you stop your tears from falling after such a heartfelt declaration?

Cupping both of his cheeks, a smile graced his lips, mirroring yours.

"Then I'll do the same for you. You better be ready because I can be pretty clingy"

"It's okay because I'll just never let go of you."

Were his last words before he finally pressed his lips against yours, both of your feelings flowing strongly into it, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, him letting a hand gently grasp the back of your head while the other slid down to a stop at your hip, grasping it to pull your body even closer to his.

You felt him swipe his tounge at your bottom lip, you immediately opening your mouth for better access. You felt him smile into the kiss as he deepened it without hesitation.

A small moan escaped you as you felt his hand slid down onto your ass, him having accidentally squeezed it out of excitement.

He let his teeth graze your lip before pulling back, the both of you heaving as the color on your faces matched the beauty of the cherry petals around you.

"As beautiful as it is around here, I think we should slowly go back home. Don't want us to catch a cold out here."

He let out a hum at your words as you felt him squeeze his arm a bit tighter around you.

"One more. One more and then we'll go home."

You laughed under your breath at his words before pressing your lips onto his once more, a breeze letting soft petals fall onto your flushed bodies as the moonlight continued to shine brightly under the night sky.

You were willing to take the risk of being sick the next day if it meant spending your time with the love of your life in such a place like this.

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well u were the only one who ended up being sick but dw ur future hubby will take care of u 💅

Just stop him from feeding you a weird combo or you'll be inhaling the amongus potion and turn into the imposter 🤡

Jk but that night would truly be one of tbe most memorable ones, the other ones being some in your bedroom.... 😩

This turned out longer than i wanted omg. I recommend listening to the houseki no kuni soundtrack bc it rly set the mood for the romantic scene. Now i'll cry bc i also want to be kissed under the cherry trees by HIM 😭😭😭 also didnt properly proofread this bc i gtg go to work soon but i hope you'll like it!!

#bsd x reader #bsd tecchou #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou fluff #suehiro tecchou

[a-multi-fandom-maniac]

Trust Me

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Paring: The Riddler x reader

Requested by @yourcaptainkira64 :

“Hello, can I request a paul dano riddler fic if you write for him. Tropes I like are forced proximity and friends to lovers. Maybe even a yandere riddler of you're up for that (because he's kinda crazy). Lol happy writing!

Warnings: Themes of obsession, stalking, swearing, mentions of injuries, forced proximity (?), hints of one-sided love, friends to lovers, no use of y/n, first person pov.

Note: My first post! I hope that this is okay, I’ve only seen the movie like twice so I hope this fits your request😅 I also just googled riddles so I’m sorry if they’re kinda stupid LOL, enjoy! <3

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The nights were long, and seemingly never ending.

Crime, murder, vengeance; The city of Gotham was the birth place and home to the bad seeds and the innocents, though nowadays it was difficult to differentiate the two from each other. If you’ve lived here as long as I have, you learn to never trust what someone claims themselves to be…no matter how well you know them.

It was nearing 3am at the Gotham general hospital, marking the twelfth hour of my shift. An attempted store robbery turned shootout nightmare landed twenty-three people in the hospital; no fatalities, but a few close calls. Originally today was an off day for me, but we’re understaffed and the crime rates are rising once more.

But then again, what’s new?

I slumped back into the old chair in the empty break room, reflecting back on my night. Hour after hour of running from room to room while the police are breathing down your neck isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but someone has to get it done. I love what I do, honest, but there’s times where I question myself…but then again doesn’t everyone?

I drag hands down my face as a half-hearted attempt to rid myself from the pure exhaustion taking over my body when I heard my phone ding. I sigh as I lazily reach for it from the pocket of my scrubs and unlock it, as a small tired smile reaches my face.

It was Edward. He’s been my friend since I made the move to Gotham from where I used to live. We’ve gotten close over the years, while many say he’s…different-I find him kind.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary to check in on my while I was at the hospital, but it was a little odd that he was up this late. I opened the message to see what he sent.

Huh.

It was a photo of the sky. You could barely make out some stars peaking out from behind the stormy, smog ridden clouds- but they were there. Typically, Edward would send a little joke or something like that while I was at work but scenery pictures were new. I began to type a reply when suddenly he sent a follow up message.

Edward: What blooms like a flower whenever it rains but shrivels up when it stops?

I scoff out a small laugh. A riddle, what else would I have expected. On most days I love trying to solve his riddles, but tonight drained me of any energy I had left to try to solve it. I sent back a poor attempt of an answer as I gathered my things and approached the entrance to leave when my phone went off once more.

I slowed down to look back to my screen and upon reading the message, my body began to feel a sense of…something.

Edward: An umbrella. Make sure to use the red one outside of the entrance, it’s there specially for you. Get home safely.

I reread the message twice while looking around the almost empty sterile halls that surrounded me. I slowly approached the automatic sliding doors as my ears picked up on the heavy pelting of rain hitting the concrete. The flickering outdoor lights provided an eerie ambience as my eyes jumped from left to right until-

Ding!

Edward: To the right is where you’ll find what you need.

My heart spiked as I whipped my head around in all directions, observing. He had to be here, how would he know?

“Edward?” I quietly called out.

No response.

My chest begins to feel tight as a newfound feeling overcomes me. Something I had never felt before around Edward.

Fear.

Eventually, the lights stabilize themselves for long enough for me to notice the splash of red contrasting against the wet sidewalk. I drag myself over in the direction of it, making sure to be aware of my surroundings as I pick up the object.

An red umbrella, the one from his message. I was frozen in place. In the moment, this didn’t feel like a simple act of kindness. It felt scary; like a dream where you know it will become a nightmare at any given second.

“What the hell?” I whisper, voice shaking.

Suddenly, there was a startling bang to my left as I felt my legs move on their own. I began running as fast as I could, dropping the umbrella in my moment of panic. The only thing I could think of in that moment was the desperate urge to be safe in my apartment until the sun rose.

By the time I reached my place my heart was nearly beating out of my chest as water dripped from my face as I locked the door. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t even put together a coherent thought. I let myself shut my eyes for a second before clumsily reaching for the light switch to the left of me and flicked it on. I peeled my eyes open as I adjusted to the light, when I stopped breathing at the sight before me.

Spread across my living room were pictures of me. Everywhere. Pictures of me going to work, me sitting in my living room, even me out on a coffee date with a guy my friend set me up with. My throat was dry as sandpaper as I tried to swallow my fear and walk closer. My legs shook like jello and it felt like I could feel my bones rattling inside my body. I slowly reached my hand towards a picture as I brought it to my face to examine it.

It was the coffee date image…except red marker was aggressively scribbled over my date while a big circled surrounded my smiling face, drops of ink spilling down to the bottom of the picture. I dropped it as if it was on fire as I backed away. I continued examining my apartment when I spotted a light yellow envelope on my coffee table.

I picked it up and turned it around, it was addressed to me with a smiley face next to it. I ripped the envelope open and reached my hand into it, pulling out the contents within.

It was a card?

“Okay..” I breathed out, feeling a little relieved. There was a picture of a caricature heart on the front with the words: what is mine that only you can have?

I tried to think, but my mind was foggy with unease. I opened the card.

My heart <3

I began to inch backwards, trying to calm down. This couldn’t have been from him, no it was too..too crazy. Edward wasn’t crazy! He was a sweet guy who worked in forensics and liked stupid jokes and riddles. He wasn’t capable of-

My back suddenly made contact with something behind me as I loudly gasped and flipped around, heart sinking in my chest down to my churning stomach.

A green figure loomed over my shaking body, eyes burning holes through my head as we stared at each other. I couldn’t see the intruder’s face, but I knew those eyes anywhere.

“Edward?,” I shakily whispered, seemingly stuck in my spot. My brain was screaming at me to run and get out of there, but my body was stuck in place like my shoes were glued to the floor, “what..what are you doing?”

He called out my name as he reached out to me. He placed his green faux leather covered hand on my face, moving down to caress my cheek. I should have ran, but I couldn’t help but feel my stomach flip in some weird way.

“You made it safely,” he said, smiled evident in his muffled voice. His eyes were squinted happily from behind his clear framed glasses, “I was worried about you when you didn’t take the umbrella I left you.”

He paused as his piercing gaze subtly hardened as he continued looking into my eyes.

“Why didn’t you take it?”

My breathing began picking up again. I hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

“Edward-“

“NO!” he suddenly yelled as he backed up, pacing around the open space of my living room. My heart stopped as my body jerked at his sudden outburst.

“I tried to help you! I’m looking out for you so no one else needs to, why can’t you just see that?”

He stopped his pacing as he came back over to where I was stood. He, surprisingly, gently grabbed my arms as he looked back into my eyes.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted; For you to be safe with me. No one else,” he said with a forceful undertone to his voice.

I felt tears making themselves known in my eyes, and the burn of my nose trying not to cry. I was terrified, but at the same time comforted by his words.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I whispered, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

His eyes seemed to soften as his grip loosened on my arms, but still keeping me in place.

“No,” he said while repeating my name, “no no why would you think that? All of this is for you! I would never dream of hurting you, you mean too much to me. I care too much about you to let you slip away from me.”

Oh.

Oh.

He…cares about me. I should be scared. I should be terrified out of my mind and screaming for help, praying someone will answer. Or that the signal would light up in the sky and I would be saved.

But I didn’t feel afraid from his words.

I sniffled as I scanned up when down his body, examining what he was wearing and then back up to his eyes. I slowly reached for his glasses and mask as his body stilled while I revealed his face.

Edward. It really was him.

I looked at his face in silence before finally speaking.

“You won’t hurt me?” I quietly asked, “I need to know if I’m in danger, no matter how much I know and trust you.”

He suddenly had a dark look in his eyes as my words. He cupped my cheeks in his hands as he leaned in close to my face.

“I would rather die than cause you any harm.” he answered, “Trust me when I say that I will keep you safe from anyone or anything that tries to hurt you.” He paused and leaned in closer.

“I would kill anyone who even looked at you the wrong way.”

He moved his face next to my ear.

“You have my heart, and I know that I have yours.”

My breath hitched at his words. He was right. Edward always made me the happiest whenever I was stressed, especially at the hospital. But could I bring myself to love him when this is his true self?

He pulled away and looked into my eyes once more. It felt as if he could read every thought going through my mind.

“Just let go and let me take care of you, let me love you,” he begged, a desperate look in his eyes, “that’s all I ask. Please trust me.”

I couldn’t look away. I gave a small smile and a hesitant nod, and that’s all it took.

“Okay,” I whispered, mind racing a million miles a minute.

“I’ll trust you.”

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#the riddler #paul dano #the riddler x reader #the batman #fanfic

[botwstoriesandsuch]

actually the whole hylia doesnt fit into the themes the zelda games go for makes a ton of sense (ive never considered it before)

i remember reading a book a few years back where "gods" suddenly got involved. i dont remember the plot but i do remember how off it felt, like the agency of the characters got flushed down the drain

Yeah I’m not saying Hylia doesn’t belong in the Zelda games, but her place is definitely to just serve as a symbol. Hylia as a character with agency wouldn’t fit into the themes of Zelda, and I think may interpretations/speculations about her role in TOTK and other games forget this.

Like you said, as son as gods get involved, it risks tampering with the role of the actual characters, as it creates a whole new sense of power scale within the world. There is a reason Link fights Demise in skyward Sword and not Hylia. The struggle between Link and Zelda and Demise/Ganondorf is meant to skew the sense of power away from our heroes, because it seems impossible for mere mortal humans to stand against gods and demons. That is what is supposed to make Link and Zelda’s journey so dramatic and engaging. If Hylia were a character that could change the tides of their battle, it ruins that dynamic. It just becomes a struggle between two gods and not humans actively fighting against the powers of the universe.

Hylia is the tool by which the Hylians in world have a chance to fight against Ganondorf with the reincarnation cycle. While lore wise, it is her vs Demise and whatnot, but That’s not the focus of these games. The focus must always be on Link and Zelda overcoming the obstacles of Ganondorf. Because they are the actual characters with story and relatability. If Nintendo wanted to make a story about good gods versus bad gods then why would Link and Zelda even need to exist across every game? The common denominator is a human struggle against the forces of the universe, whether it be about the horrors of growing up or grief and trauma—to have any of the protagonist’s struggles aided by the goddess goes against the point of everything. They have to heal and win despite everything being stacked against, not because Hylia finally becomes powerful enough to save the day or whatever.

And also this same point goes to you guys that legitimately think she’s evil. She’s not. Shut up. She has no personality for you to even base that on. She’s literally just an inanimate plot device.

Anyhow, TL;DR it’s fun to ponder about lore and whatever, I genuinely don’t care and I do love seeing fan writing and art that expanded upon it. But realistically I believe it makes zero sense to think Hylia would appear as a character in any Zelda game period. You can’t realistically predict any story lore with Hylia cause she isn’t a character.

#This comes mainly from a place of being told I’m dumb for not considering Hylia more in any of my analysis #I have. You’re dumb. Make your own theory post and see how the evidence helps you. #(The evidence you think you see is not there and is wishful thinking towards your own biases)

[good-beans]

I'm curious, what would your ideal FE be?

And do you have any particular FE concepts in mind?

Ooh thanks pal this was really fun to think about 👀

So, I don’t think it’s what you meant, but my ideal FE game would be a spin off game of only the Deliverance getting into lighthearted shenanigans after the war. There’s enough dungeon exploration and dealing with the remainder of monsters/terrors left by Duma to keep the battles consistent, but it’s mostly just cute supports and everyone having a good time :’) 

And there is one concept idea I’ve been toying around with a bit – it’s basically the dual-path style of echoes meets time travel without any actual time travel that hurts your brain lol

Tracking the Valentia/Valm similarities between fe13/15 brought me so much joy, I think it’d be super cool having a game set up to focus on that. Specifically, I’m thinking of that movie Your Name (spoiler warning for that). The game would focus on two leaders who suddenly gain the ability to communicate with one another. Maybe they even do a full body swap? Or they swap places and never actually meet each other, but meet the army the other is leading? I'd need to weigh the pros and cons of the specifics

Each mc learns to care about the others they are meeting, becoming invested in the others' adventures even though they are confused by the strange country. At some point it’s revealed that they actually live in the exact same kingdom, just separated by thousands of years. Looking closely, you start to notice exact consequences from one plotline to another: in one chapter you plant a tree and in the future it’s big enough to be a whole map location; you decide to leave a volcano alone and that place is completely wiped off the map in the future; etc. 

After the reveal, there's a lot of fun you can have with the armies. There can be a manakete character who’s in both groups, but has clearly overcome whatever they were struggling with in the past. There can be great-great-etc-grandchildren in the future army with obvious resemblance to their ancestors. You can have the past army start making purposeful decisions to help the others, burying chests with weapons and aid.

I remember being shocked in Your Name when it was revealed the protagonist you’d been following all this time was killed in the past, so it was unavoidable. Awakening has proved they can write a heart-wrenching “fate is not set in stone” theme, so I’d love to replicate a twist like that. The future army just checks their history books and realizes the army they’ve been communicating will falls in X battle or is betrayed by Y ally, then is unable to reach out to warn them. Though, if they did warn them, would their timeline cease to exist? Should they warn them? 

I was originally picturing the main characters as ancestors, and their related bloodline allows them to communicate/body swap. However, it is fe, and I'm not immune to the potential for a sort of forbidden-love-across-time thing!

#thank you for the question :D i probably wouldnt have written it out so thoroughly otherwise haha #yeah im the biggest supporter of 'stories should end when they do and we dont need sequels to everything' but also. #i could play a thousand games of the RGB trio just fucking around 😂 #i do love time travel stories and i think you could have a ton of fun with something like that #fire emblem #fe echoes #rose posts #ask

[nyx-b-log]

another short week this week, tho in my defence i've had more to do than usual.

started and finished to be taught, if fortunate by becky chambers and it was okay...? you can tell it was her first published work and honestly i think her writing thrives better in longer books. there's still that tender feeling to it that i've loved in all her work, but everything else sort of missed for me.

i've also started the whalebone theatre by joanna quinn and i'm actually enjoying it a lot more than i thought i would! i'm not normally a historical fiction kind of person but the characters and writing in this are pulling me in! (but, it's also a ww2 book in the second half, smth i very rarely enjoy, so this may change asdfghjkl). the blurb is a bit misreading, given that it says the main character is cristabel and when you start the book one, she's three, and two, there's a loooot of other POVs.

for manga i finished vol 7(!) of mushishi which includes the first double chapter in the series, which also is a call back to a chapter in like vol 3, so that was nice. ginko continues to be The Man, and there was some more good comedy in this one. possibly my favourite volume so far. you know what i'm gonna put the rest of this under the cut cos i NEED to talk about this in more detail asdfghjkl if you've not read mushishi, please please read mushishi

it also included the only part i vividly remember from when i watched the anime (over ten years ago?), the chapter lightning's end.

seriously, the way it expresses so much generational trauma in just a few pages is incredible (cw for implied attempted suicide, on page attempted infanticide, and general sad things):

(read from right to left, i've laid it out in double page spreads as if you had the book open.)

(if this doesn't work on mobile i'm so sorry)

basically this is the internal thoughts of the mother in flashback, covering from the point her own mother marries her off to someone despite the fact she's in love with someone else, then when she gets pregnant and doesn't want the baby so tries to kill herself but has to give birth anyway, then when she attempts to kill her own child by getting him struck by lightning because she doesn't know how to love him and it's crushing her, and then that last double page spread... the look between him and her in those last two panels is just 👌 fantastic

i also liked how it resolved (spoilers, ig) in that the mother doesn't just suddenly overcome her own trauma and become able to be the mother her son needs, and the son isn't expected to just deal with it. it's not smth i'm used to seeing, and i appreciated it.

bonus shoutout to the hunting chapter, which draws on horror themes and has some god tier art in it. the page with the birds? incredible.

#books #bookblr #reading #to be taught if fortunate #becky chambers #the whalebone theatre #joanna quinn #mushishi #legitimately love mushishi #i will be on this soapbox forever #the whalebone theatre is pretty long #so i think that might be all i read next week #we'll see #please ignore my fingers #and mousemat #there was also an incredible (sfw) doujin i read on pixiv #which i have to mention cos it was so good #but also it's not available in english yet #sooooooo #not queued

[undeadorion]

I’m 38 years old. I’m on my....5th? attempt at college. And for the first time EVER, not only am I taking EXTENSIVE notes in class but I’m trying to work out a weekly schedule?!!?! 

Ignore people who tell you to just DO a thing. Find whatever tools it takes to make it happen. 

Writing it all out in plain ink just turns into mush when I look over it. Typing it out is too rigid. Trying to do things pretty and aesthetic takes a lot of time and space. The paper I like most is usually super expensive the writing lines are super tiny for my giant meaty hands. And the good pens make my hand cramp. Then I’d lose which ever notebook I was using, or get bored of it. So everything was scattered. 

I kept trying apps, but the tools all too often sucked. There wasn’t enough variety. Or there was too much. Or they poorly emulated real tools. Or the canvas was too small or too low res. And I still had the same problem of paper in that things were a jumbled mess and I could never find anything. And for a long time, even the best apps that processed handwriting didn’t understand my scribbles. 

Then I started to wonder if anyone had made a digital bujo app. When I started a few years ago, there wasn’t. But maybe now? I didn’t find anything specific, but I found tons of general digital notebook apps of all sorts. I tested out a bunch and eventually settled on GoodNotes. The tools were a bit limited, but you could use any color, it had a solid highlighter option. And the best thing of all....you could import any paper or template you wanted. And anything handwritten was SEARCHABLE!

I went a little nuts trying out different designs. Started trying to design a whole journal. Then I made a dot grid paper based on the Dracula UI theme I use elsewhere. And it was like something unlocked in my brain, but the door would only open a crack. but I was suddenly taking notes for every class. In great detail. Something I haven’t been able to do. Ever. Not in high school. Not in several years of college. 

Then I remembered a notebook that looked super charming, the hobonichi techno cousin. I could never afford a $60 notebook, so I set out to create a highly modified version for myself.

Once I got all the details sorted it was like I shoved that door fully open. 

The moral of this long winded lesson? Do whatever it takes to overcome your block. Especially if that block is executive dysfunction. Even if it’s a way to maintain the novelty factor, do whatever it takes. Even if it seems counter-intuitive or unconventional. A distraction that takes over a whole day could lead to just what you need. Just go for it. 

Also, yes. Those notes reference a fucking T1 line in the year 2022. Because my teacher thinks it’s 2004, apparently. 

[good--merits-accumulated]

today we are thinking about tragedies

specifically, tragedies compared between my dps fair folk au/the italian renaissance au. this was bc i was writing the fair folk au today, and a lot of it is taking on this weird tragedic bent - and out of those two this is the one with the happy ending! what is going on????

but i think i know why. the fair folk au is just full of characters who believe wholeheartedly in the inexorable hand of fate. like, when todd swears fealty to neil? the only reason neil lets him do that is because he thinks he'll be dead within the month! he's convinced he'll follow the fate of all his family, to die in battle. and on his part, one of the biggest takeaways todd gets from the fairy realm is that of the dominance of nature; it giveth, it taketh away, etc. and so he is always half-convinced that as the only human here one day the earth will simply reject him like a foreign body and he will die... it's a miracle he's survived this long anyway.

and then BECAUSE all of them believe so much in the trappings of fate, these little omens start popping up everywhere. ravens on todd's windowsill. a shadow in the shape of a cross on the throne room floor. after he swears fealty to neil todd accidentally cuts himself on his blade, turning the oath into a blood covenant, an action that he sees as an omen of death. (sidenote; this scene actually marks the second time i've written a scene where someone licks blood off their fingers and it's a reference to the bible. ffs. something needs to change)

anyway the point is that both of them are convinced that the worst is yet to come, so the worst starts popping up around them. the eye sees what the heart feels and all that. you only see that which confirms your worldview. so then when they get their happy ending, when neil's father dies and none of them follow him and the land accepts todd as one of its own... it absolutely blindsides them. like, all the elements of tragedy are there! they're ready to be mixed! and then suddenly this one guy is so full of endless love and devotion that he turns it into a victory instead. (which is again playing into mythological themes - the love between a fairy and a human being enough to literally rewrite the story...)

so how does the renaissance au measure up to this? well, very simply, the renaissance au is about how TWO men hold endless love and devotion for todd - and how he holds endless love and devotion for everyone around him - and how none of that is enough to stop fate from getting them in the end anyway. and it's also about the decayal of love and devotion - see todd's naivete and optimism crumbling after years at the mercy of milanese politics - see andrea's desire to be a heroic saviour of the people crumbling as he evolves into the same kind of tyrant he deposed. and really the difference is simply that everyone in the renaissance au sees what fate has in store for them and starts kicking and screaming to get away from it... yeah, it's a whole self-fulfilling prophecy kind of thing. (interestingly this also shows up in the environments of both aus, which i didn't recognise until now; the fair folk au takes place during night or these murky times, twilight and sunset - and the renaissance au is almost always set during the day - todd dies with the midday sun streaming through the windows of the duomo di milano. you become what you avoid!)

so. tl;dr... what?????? i don't know, this got away with me. summary: the fair folk au gets a happy ending because the love and the devotion is enough to overcome fate; the renaissance au is a tragedy because the love and the devotion were never enough to even counter fate, but you already knew that, and you tried to do it anyway. somewhere in there there's a theme on how supernatural evils are forgiving and malleable but man-made evils are immutable and vicious. good things only come to those who accept!

#yeah... this got away with me #begone. i'm thinking about the Themes #does this even make any sense #tristan writes

[minteyeddevil]

Hey! I just saw your Asmo-dirty doctor writing and that was sooo good! Can I request another dirty doc themed one? Actually Asmo is so fitting there, but if you find it boring to do another Mammon would be an interesting choice (lol, Mammon doc) and Satan is so fitting there💖

Hey, I am the one who asked the Mammon/Asmo/Satan dirty doctor stuff. That is my first ask, so sorry, but I left out some info. I hope it's not a problem, sorry for me being a newbie. So I need the reader to be female and the doc stimulate and examine her breast really throghoutly... Maybe even checking that why she cannot reach orgasm and help her with that. I'd appreciate that if you could mention the sensation of latex gloved hands on her most sensitive bodyparts too.

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(No worries anon, specifics do help me, and I appreciate you clarifying what you were looking for. Hope you don't mind that I make the doctor Satan for this one! Also will be tagging as fem!mc for anyone who wants to avoid it!)

TW: Vulgar language, use of latex gloves, overstimulation

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With how long MC has lived in the Devildom, her body has been exposed to a plethora of high leveled sin. The phermones and bodily chemicals that make up her functioning mind have had quite the toll on them at this point, and she needed to have a physical check up, in order to see what could be done to help her further adjust to the state of the under realm.

She gave a deep sigh as she rung the flimsy excuse for a hospital gown in her hands nervously, waiting for the doctor who was to perform the physical on her. Lucifer had assured it would help, that there could be a medication, a potion, or even a spell they could use on her to help normalize how she was feeling.

Anything that triggered a cardinal sin for her would make the urge of it ten fold, especially that of lust and greed. She found herself constantly needing to be touched, an ache in her core that needed to be satiated; though when overcome with said lust, she found herself having trouble bringing herself to full climax. Maybe that was also something she could bring up with this doctor...?

She snapped from her thoughts when the doctor finally entered, only for her to gape slightly when she was greeted by the Avatar of Wrath.

"S-Satan? Wait, you are my doctor...?"

He nodded, speaking matter-of-factly. "As the fellow leaders of the Devildom under Lord Diavolo, we all tend to share responsibility and each take on a position every so often. It turned out to be my time as the doctor of the infermary. I hope that does not bother you."

She flushed slightly as she watched him grab up a pair of latex gloves, pausing before he put them on to hear her reply. She shook her head.

"No, I don't mind! It's rather reassuring to have it be a...doctor that I know and can trust instead of some random demon."

He smiled at her, though something in said smile made her stomach do a backflip.

"I'm glad. Now, lay back so we can begin the examination."

He pulled on his gloves with an audible snap, stepping to the head of the metal framed table where he could place his hands by MC's head. He ran his fingers along her hairline, down each side of her face until they rested behind her ears, touching what she assumed to be her pressure points there. He moved down further, bending over her slightly so that his hands could come to to her chest, pushing down the dress from her shoulders a bit to run his fingers along her clavicles.

"Heightened sensitivity," he mumbled, noticing the goosebumps taking over her flesh as he continued to touch her.

"I suppose the phermone levels in the Devildom really do effect a human far more than demons. Your body seems to instantly react to any little touch I give. Though does it hurt, or feel good, when I touch here?"

He shifted her dress further, exposing her breasts to him. His gloved hands came down to cup her, giving each mound a tight squeeze, her nipples rubbed by the latex. She tried to hold in the small squeal she made, giving him a small nod.

"I-It...It feels good, actually."

"Hmm. Good. Now how about if I do this?"

He pinched each nipple, twisting them a bit before giving them a slight tug and releasing them roughly. He repeated the motion a few more times. When she nodded in agreement once more, he hummed in return, this time not saying a word before leaning over her and taking a harden bud in his mouth.

Her backed arched at the sensation, moving her further up the table and causing her head to lean over the edge and come face to face with the front of his slacks. A prominent bulge greeted her, and she gasped at the sight.

Going off of pure impulse, she reached out to undo the zipper of his slacks, eliciting a deep groan from his mouth around her nipple when she reach into his boxers and pulled out his hardened cock. Before she could get the tip in her mouth as she wished, he pulled away from her, swatting at her hands.

"The examination is for you, not me, my dear," he corrected, moving around the table and out of her reach.

She keened in frustration, though suddenly gasped when he pulled her gown completely off, tearing the flimsy strings that held it together. He pulled her down to the opposite edge of the metal table, spreading her legs open as he looked her over closely.

"Have you been playing with yourself since you arrived here?" he asked bluntly, pulling up his chair to be level with her cunt displayed for him.

The flush that spread through her body gave him his answer, but he still wanted her to vocalize it.

She finally nodded. "Yes, I have."

He pressed a hand to her cunt, thumb and forefinger spreading her labia so he could see her hole, twitching and leaking. He used the fingers of his free hand to tease her entrance, watching it stretch as he pressed a single one in.

The rubbery latex covering his fingers felt so foreign inside her, but the warmth from his skin inside the gloves made it feel delightful. He soon pressed a second finger in with the first, pumping and curving them as he searched for her sweet spot. A thumb came up to work her clit in time with his fingers as well, and he could already feel her body tensing under his ministrations.

"Have you brought yourself to orgasm before? You seem to be stimulated rather quickly from just this little bit I am doing to you."

She swallowed the sudden dryness in her throat, giving another shake of her head. "I-I, um, I haven't been able to make myself, ya know...I'm not sure why though. I get so worked up so easily but I can never reach it..."

"Maybe you need clitoral and vaginal stimulation simultaneously. It works that way for some women. Let me just..."

She gasped loudly, his fingers finally finding their mark.

"There it is," he said almost cheekily. "Now, just relax. I can give you some relief."

His fingertips worked the spot, pressing into it roughly over and over, as his thumb drew right and hard circles around her clit. The rubbery feel of the latex dragging along her internal walls made her moan and keen, bucking her hips in time with his pumping. She could feel that boiling heat in the pit of her belly, a spring winding tighter and tighter until it snapped, and she was sent careening into the hardest orgasm she had ever felt.

Her back arched off the table once more, and she cried out his name as she rode out the waves, until her body began to finally relax. She slumped on the table a panting mess, her limbs still slightly twitching, but gave out a loud gasp when she felt his fingers push back inside of her.

He found the spot once more, rubbing it hard and in fast circles, his thumb back on her clit. She weakly pushed at his arms, trying pull out of his grasp.

"W-Wait...I can't...too much!"

"We need to help elevate your hormone levels now. This is the best way to do so, MC. So let me take care of you like a good doctor would."

She cried out as his fingers continued to work her, the lips of her cunt puffy and red from his roughness. Her clit was swollen and overstimulated, but he continued to work it in circles, watching her face as she hit another high, her voice hoarse from her cries.

He helped her come down from this one slowly, his fingers still pumping in and out of her until he saw her limbs finally relax and go slack. He pulled his hands away from her exhausted frame, and stood to remove and throw away his gloves.

She noticed, though, as he stepped away for that moment, that has cock was still out in the open, now flushed almost purple at the tip, leaking copious amounts of precum. He caught her staring though, and gave her a slight smirk this time, and she could see the 'doctor' mannerisms begin to leave him as well.

He stepped up to the table once more, positioning himself between her legs, his cock nestled between the puffy lips of her cunt. He removed his jacket and tossed it to the side, leaning over MC with a sinful glint in his green eyes.

"One more part of the examination, MC. Do you think you are up for it?"

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me nsft #satan #fem!mc #request #fanficiton #overstimulation tw

[dutchdread]

Hi again, I'm the same anon from your last ask. So my next question then is why would you consider it to be a bad story if Cloud ends up with Aerith in the end? You also say Cloud and Tifa supposedly have something going on, but even if they did, Aerith doesn't know that. Neither Cloud nor Tifa tell anyone, or even show that there's anything going on between them throughout the whole story. Did you see that in Remake that Aerith even asks Cloud if Tifa is someone special and he says no?

Thanks for the question. Your question is comprised of two parts, why Cloud ending up with Aerith would be a bad story, and then the secondary part about Aerith not knowing about the history between Tifa and Cloud. I think understanding the later will be helpful to understand the former so I'll start with that. This goes back to what I said in my last reply concerning the difference between thinking someone is a bad person, and thinking they're a bad character. First off, let me just make clear that I don't judge Aerith too much concerning her behavior in the OG, since as you rightly state, she didn't really know that there was anything going on between Tifa and Cloud, she probably knew there was some attraction there, but nothing about the extent or the history. And if in the remake it turns out she's actually blissfully ignorant I'll be more lenient there as well. However, in my opinion the remake heavily implies she does realize there is a thing between Tifa and Cloud. You mentioned Aerith asking if Tifa was Clouds girlfriend, and him replying "no". However, as always, there is context here, for starters, the scene doesn't end there and then. Aerith replies knowingly "but she's someone special". Moreover the scene is also only one scene in a series of relevant scenes concerning Clouds relationship with Tifa, which starts with Jessie asking about who Tifa is too Cloud, this plotpoint then continues through Aeriths flower. When Aerith gives Cloud the flower she mentions that his girlfriend will love it, then later when Aerith asks him who he gave the flower to Cloud says he doesn't remember, and Aerith calls him out on the lie. The question is then answered when Aerith goes to the 7th heaven and discovers Cloud gave it to Tifa, prompting a smile from Aerith. She figured it out, actually, she probably figured it much earlier, but now it was confirmed. She had a hunch about Tifa, just like Jessie, Cloud was defensive at first, then evasive, but ultimately, Aeriths hunch was correct, Cloud gave the flower to Tifa. He can pretend all he wants, Aerith knows. Personally, I think she smiled because it reminds her of the future. Throughout remake Aerith is hinted to know more than she lets on, and that's especially true concerning Tifa and Cloud. When Tifa is kidnapped she pushes Cloud to go after Tifa, calling Tifa Clouds special person. If I recall correctly she even uses the same terminology that she used to describe Elmyras husband. She actively tries to make Tifa jealous by calling Cloud her bodyguard, and then she straight up tells Tifa to follow her heart. She gives me the distinct impression that she knows perfectly well where Cloud and Tifas hearts lie, and is trying to push them into action. This is borderline confirmed during the Aerith resolution where she basically straight up admits to knowing more about Clouds feelings than she actually should, assuming you think that this apparition is at least somewhat related to the current Aerith in some manner. The thing that really clenches this in my opinion is a trace of two pasts, where Tifa straight up tells Aerith about her and Clouds history. If Aerith doesn't get it by then, then she's being willfully ignorant. But lets say she does indeed not know, that would to some degree absolve her as a person. But it would still make her a bad character, because WE, the audience, know. We know that Cloud is supposed to end up with Tifa, we know that's how the story goes. And when you rewrite old stories in such a way that you take things away from one character, just to give more to another character, you run the giant risk of insulting the characters involved. You see this in things like the star wars sequels, where they effectively character assassinated Luke Skywalker in order to artificially make Rey seem better. But there are two reasons why this doesn't work, for one, it tends to create Mary-Sue like characters who just get given everything, and two, it inherently causes the fans of the other characters and stories to resent the character that's taking it away.

People don't like people who are simply handed everything, even fictional ones.

In a sense, this is also why Cleriths so often seem to hate Tifa, because they feel like Tifa took their story away from them. The difference, of course, is that Cloud ending with Tifa is a part of the original game itself, while Aerith coming back to life and ending up with Cloud would be a 25 year retcon which would blatantly disadvantage one character in favor of another, this in turn would reek of favoritism, which in turn would generate bad blood in the player. A character who needs to take away from other characters in order to be put forward is not a good character. Good characters add to the characters around them, not take away, that's what Aerith in the OG does, that's what Aerith ending up with Cloud, would not do. This effect would then be magnified by Aeriths already over importance to the plot. Having the universe revolve around one character generally isn't good writing. One of the things that makes Lord of the rings so timeless and beloved is that Frodo is just a small hobbit in the grand scheme of things. Likewise, one of the key elements that makes FFVII so appealing to human nature is Clouds humanity and lack of importance. The fact that Cloud turns out to not be a soldier 1st class, but just a grunt who wasn't good enough, who still ends up being the one who saves the world, speak to the human spirit. Aerith living and ending up with Cloud wouldn't be just a small difference where the overall story would stay the same with only the love interest switched, no, it would inherently ripple effect into all other aspects of the story. From the smallest details to the overall themes of the story, from directing to the personalities of characters, everything would be effected and all of it would fall apart. I could go over a hundred examples but I'll limit myself to some of the smallest and largest. Stories have a flow, where what is happening follows logically from what came before. It's not that it's impossible to write a story where two characters that are roughly similar to Cloud and Aerith fall in love, get separated by death, and where the Cloud character mourns and pines for her after she's gone. The problem comes when you add in Tifa, Zack, and all the other context and details of the story. Consider Zack, if we take the concept of Zack as it relates to Cloud and Aeriths relationship and boil it down to the essentials we could see it as a story about a girl falling in love with a boy because he's channeling the spirit of her dead ex, the main internal conflict the characters need to overcome could then be the question of whether these feelings are true, or whether they are just the shadow of her feelings for the old boyfriend. On the surface, this premise works as the basis of a story. The problem lies in the execution. If you write such a story there are a few things you can and cannot do. For one, you have to make this love exceptionally obvious, you can't tell a story about whether or not feelings are true if you never even get to establishing the feelings in the first place. One of the key things you need to do for this is establish the two characters central importance to the others internal emotional arcs. The first thing you DON'T do is establish a second female character and have Clouds emotional arc revolve mainly around her. If you want to tell a story where Tifa and Clouds relationship turns out to just be friendship, while Aerith and Cloud turns out to be love, then you show the scenes establishing that. However, whenever Cleriths argue for a story like this they have to assert that Cloud no longer loving Tifa is just something that happened off-screen and is never mentioned. But if this were true, this would be extremely important to show. So again, if this is the story, then this is bad direction, aka, storytelling. Scene choices matter, if your story requires you to assume that the scenes you're shown aren't important, and that the crucial bits have to be imagined to happen of screen, then that's bad writing. And the reason you can't suddenly do it now, 25 years later, is

because of a thing called "set-up". Even if they were to change to story to suddenly direct it as such now, it would constitute a drastic change of direction, which means the larger 2-decade long story we've been told is no longer a single coherent whole. If the story in remake is that Cloud always loved Aerith, then why wasn't the ground work for that lain 25 years ago? If you want to say that the story is about Cloud loving Aerith, and ending up with her eventually, then you can't have Cloud not speak her name for the second half of the original game, and devote that time completely to establishing port-mortem that Cloud wasn't himself while with Aerith, and that his true self has deeply ingrained feelings towards another woman. And not some minor character who exists only as a plot-device, some fake hurdle designed to try to raise some fake tension, but Tifa, a character who is routinely established to be the "heroine" of the game, someone of equal importance to Aerith who cared for Cloud while he was in a coma, whose history with Cloud started his internal character arc, whose history with Cloud resolved his internal character arc, and who lives with Cloud 2 years later.

And the same thing goes for Zack, it was possible to write him as negligible when it was just FFVII, if you ignored the addition of Tifa and JUST focused on the Zack element as a side character. But the addition of Tifa and the existence of Crisis Core cause the narrative to become disjointed when trying to view it as a single story. This is why people so often want you to ignore Crisis Core, because they understand that if a conclusion of a story is that Zacks role isn't that important, then why did your story spend an entire game cementing the importance of Zack? One of the things I hear most from Cleriths is "why couldn't Cloud just get over his childhood crush on Tifa and fall in love with Aerith? It happens in real life" , or some other variation of "why couldn't this happen?" But this shows the problem with how they want the story to go, because stories aren't real life. Anything CAN happen in a story, but not anything should. Stories have a concept called " checkovs gun", if a gun is introduced into a story in the first act, it has to be fired somewhere down the line. If the gun turns out to not have a role in the story, why was it there? But the same thing doesn't apply in real life, in real life, chekovs guns almost never fire, with few exceptions, real life is a bad guide to how to write stories. Stories written like real life, generally suck. If characters in stories behaved like characters in real life, half their lines would be "uhhhhh", and half the scenes would be them sitting on the couch having meaningless unrelated events happen.

The entire flow, pacing, and sequence of events is wrong in a Clerith version of this story. In order to sell the idea that FFVII is a story about Aerith and Cloud getting together you first have to sell the idea that all these plot threats concerning Tifa essentially don't matter. But if they don't matter, then why are they there? What purpose do they serve? What purpose does Tifa serve? Or Zack? In order to "fix" their preferred interpretation, Cleriths need to get around this problem, which causes them to have to re-interpret everything that happens and twist it in order to create the appearance of a coherent story. This requires them to resort to minimizing characters, character assassinating characters, and generally misrepresenting everything that happens. I think there is no bigger indication of why Cloud and Aerith getting together would suck as a story than looking at how the people who propose this version of the story look at Cloud and Tifa as characters. What follows are some excerpts from the dumbest person I've ever debated.

This went on for over 200 replies, this is not a mentally sound interpretation of the story, but this is what you need to believe in order to get the Aerith/Cloud love story to work. You're forced to minimize Tifa and her importance to the story, and you need to demonize Cloud. So basically you have two options here, you either have to say "all this stuff with Tifa and Zack, doesn't matter", all their scenes, all those plot threats, they all aren't a part of the larger story being told and ultimately amount to nothing. Or two, you remove all those scenes or rewrite them to instead focus on Cloud and Aerith. And both those approaches suffer from the same basic problem, they're both effectively going "screw everything, all that matters is Cloud and Aerith". Which brings me back to my earlier point. If your story is pushing everything aside in order to hype up the main character, you're not writing a good ensemble story, you're writing a bad fan-fiction. This is the writing people HATE. Cloud is no longer a sad but likable character with complex motivations and feelings who wasn't as important as he thought he was, no, he's cliche self-insert main character that the world revolves around, who every girl genuinely loves regardless of whether or not it makes sense, even though he's a complete asshole who abandons children and takes advantage of women just because he's "lovesick". No other man could ever compare, a week with him braindamaged and you forget all about the man you pined after for 5 years. Aerith is not compassionate to a man who blames himself for his failings and thinks he'd do more harm than good, she's compassionate to a piece of human filth who refuses to go save children because he doesn't care about them. She's not just a girl with a big destiny and a tragic fate, no, the universe itself resets to make sure she gets laid. Tifa isn't a powerful woman who devotedly supports the man she loves through his darkest hours, instead she's a weak unimportant doormat without self-respect who even in 2 decades could not measure up to a week with Aerith. Zacks connection with Cloud doesn't come with complex implications about Aeriths feelings, Zack never really mattered, his entire story of getting back to her? Doesn't matter, it only exists to show how much Aerith must love Cloud to choose him over Zack. The entire lifestream reveal concerning Cloud? Doesn't matter, nothing matters, it's in the past. The central reveal of the story isn't important because Clouds true self suddenly likes Aerith now.....good writing. etc, etc, etc. Where Aerith was once a part of an ensemble cast, the heroine of the external plot, tasked with saving the world through her powers as an ancient, while Tifa as the equally important heroine of the internal plot saves Clouds through their shared feelings, now everything instead revolves around Aerith, and the other characters only exist in service to her, not as characters in their own right, but only to make sure she and Cloud gets together, like every hated mary-sue in history. The pain of her death? Gone, the impact and nuance of the story? Gone. Literally everything that made FFVII special? Gone. And concerning the small, even the little details would no longer be coherent, Cetras thematically guide people to the promised land, note: "GUIDE", but now Aerith would suddenly be the promised land herself. The through-line of Cetras "returning to the planet"? Gone, if Aerith doesn't die that doesn't link to the story anymore at all. Tifa's bar being the 7th heaven, aka, the final heaven, aka, the promised land where Aerith guides Cloud to? Suddenly a meaningless name. Tifa's last name "lockhart" being a direct hint towards the "tender feelings locked up inside Clouds hart"? Completely trivial, the feelings weren't that important to the story. And I could go on for hours, every aspect of FFVII, from small to large, would be fundamentally poisoned if Cloud ends up with Aerith.

I could rewrite the story to make it work, but that's the point, then you'd be rewriting the story in order to diminish every other character and story in favor of Cloud and Aerith. Which brings us back to it becoming a horrible fan-fiction where no one and nothing matters except Cloud and Aerith. It's ok to write unimportant characters, it's not ok to make your important characters unimportant in retrospect in order to wank off another character. Thanks for asking.

#cloti #FFVII #ffvii remake #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough

[kotachii]

Summary: Monster Trio reacts to seeing that their S/O who was a former slave for the Celestial Dragons and has a slave marking on their arm (GN! reader) Pairing: Luffy x Reader | Sanji x Reader | Zoro x reader

Requested by: 🌈-anon Note: I changed the request slightly because one of the themes I’m not too comfortable writing, I hope that’s ok!

Luffy 

When people think of Luffy being angry, they usually imagine the explosive type where he will be angrily shouting and spurting whatever is on his mind

However, what they don't know is the scariest type of anger from Luffy is the quiet type

And this was his reaction when he saw the mark on your shoulder blade

His hands would be balled into fists, his expression darkened and the smile he usually had completely leaving his face

"Those damn Celestial Dragons..." Luffy murmured

You could barely recognize him now-- this was rage. He was beyond furious

And you tried to calm him, you've seen what the Celestial Dragons are capable of and you don't want Luffy to get involved with them, for the better

However Luffy wouldn't listen to a word you're saying

"No, it's fine Luffy, I'm here now right? They're in the past now," you tried again

But once Luffy has decided on something, he is not going to change his mind, "It's not fine, (Name). It's not," a slight pause and he resumes, now shouting, "I'll never forgive them for hurting you. I'll punch every last one of them and make them pay even if I have to go through hell and back!"

Sanji

Out of the three, Sanji's initial reaction would be the most emotional

He would grab your arm where the tattoo is very tightly, suddenly overcome with emotions

It was a mix of anger, sadness and hatred for the people who did this to you

Sanji would be very upset with himself for not being there for you earlier, it will definitely bother him for a long time

He finally lets go of your arm and lights himself a cigarette, trying to process this

He didn't want to make it seem like a big deal --- even thought it is -- because he knows you are insecure about it and he doesn't want to drag more attention to it than needed

But he can't help it, it just churns him on the inside

So despite his best attempt to keep cool, you notice that his head is hung low and tears dripped out of his eyes

"(Name), I'm sorry I wasn't there for you earlier. But you don't have to worry about it anymore, as long as I'm here, none of them would lay a hand on you."

Zoro

Zoro often portrays himself as if he doesn't care about a lot of things, but the truth is that he does care

He cares A LOT

But he chooses to not to show, he doesn't want you to mistake it for pity or anything

The only thought on his mind was, why couldn't he have gotten to you earlier?

He knows he can't change the past, but the least he can do is change the future

And while he is going through this entire mental debate, his hand that was still gripping your arm tightened so much that it was starting to hurt you

"Ow," you yelped, awkwardly hoping that he would let go

His grip only loosened slightly

"(Name), I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to save you before. But I'll keep training. I'll keep getting stronger. And I'll make sure that my name echoes through Marijoies."

#one piece x reader #monster trio x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #luffy x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece #sugarwrites

[giggles-and-freckles]

Okay woohoo some fic recs incoming!!!! These will probably be all over the place, but I’ve just got to scream about them for a second!!! PS gonna try to do these more frequently because this is fun!!!

Click below the cut if you dare!

Declarations by Nny11

Summary: A series exploring Obi-Wan and Ahsoka's relationship as Grandmaster and Grandpadawan.

Okay, so this is one of the first fics I can genuinely remember reading with a heavy emphasis on the relationship between Obi-Wan and Ahsoka where I was like 'hey oh my god I love them?’ It was a monumental moment for me because now I am so obscenely ride or die for them and I truly do think back to this fic often with utter fondness. 

A moment I loved: 

“From a certain point of view,” he finally conceded, motioning her to start again. “At least I know you’ve learned something from me!”

“Well I couldn’t learn the secrets of your hair routine!”

the flood comes rushing in by @kenobilovebot

Summary: "I have done this for you. I have put you first." Or, Anakin finds out.

A little bit of sith!Obi-Wan? As a treat? Hm, well...all right!!!!! I don’t want to say too much here because I would really prefer you read it than read any more of my mindless babbling but–it’s good.

A moment I loved: 

He can hardly think around the smothering darkness that has so wholly encompassed his master, so effectively destroying the light that has always been. He’s always been able to reach for it at the worst of times. Now he can’t feel it at all.

a time to say goodbye by Sokaless

Summary: Ezra isn't the only one facing the temptation of change in the World Between Worlds. Just minutes after facing Vader, Ahsoka falls through a portal seventeen years into the past and must relive her final encounter with Anakin and Obi-Wan without drastically altering the future. But Anakin Skywalker taught her many things. How to push her luck was one of them.

This is a short and sweet time-travel fic that finds Ahsoka back in that moment in the hangar with Anakin right before they unknowingly have their last goodbye. She knows more now than she did before and struggles not to say it all. But the theme of learning from loss is really special and powerful and I feel this sad sort of closure when I finish (I say that actively because I have...read this fic several several times). Painful, poignant–all the best things.

A moment I loved:

One last thing she learned from Anakin- teaching a lesson often requires holding your student to higher standards than you hold yourself. 

With the knowledge that she’s holding him to a standard she herself might never reach, Ahsoka tells Ezra, “I’m asking you to let go.”

good morning, sun by @katierosefun​

Summary: “You look miserable.” Ahsoka dropped her hand, spun around. Obi-Wan stood behind her, one arm carrying a cloak and the other half-extended to Ahsoka. [or: After she leaves the Order, Ahsoka has one last encounter with Obi-Wan.]

Let’s see how many of Caroline’s fics I can get away with posting before someone reports me. This one-shot is full of all the good post-wrong jedi stuff. Soka and Obi have a conversation at Dex’s that hurts a lot but also feels real and I will never not respect Caroline for understanding the nuances of the disaster trios intricate and intimate relationships with each other and how they shift and mold around different circumstances. This feels so authentically them that it hurts.

A moment I loved: 

What came out instead was a small, half-choked sound.

When Obi-Wan opened his arms, Ahsoka fell right into them. “It hurts,” Ahsoka said, her voice cracking. “A lot.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan replied thickly. “We’ll take care of it.”

You Haunt All My What-Ifs by @kckenobi

Summary: But then she saw the way Obi-Wan’s lip was quivering, and his eyes were shining, and she realized— He hadn’t called because he needed to tell her. He’d called because he needed her. “Obi-Wan,” she breathed. “Oh, Obi-Wan…” And she wanted to reach out, to hold him. To be his refuge, his shelter, his home. Instead she just watched as he shook his head, palmed at his eyes, apologized. She reached out. Touched the hologram. It flickered. — [Satine and Obi-Wan—then, now, and every echo of what if between them.]

One of the first fics that got me on my Obitine grind!! Just the right mix of angst and angst to create the perfect recipe of absolute sorrow. These characters feel so real I could reach out and hug them–and oh, how I want to after this incredible little fic.

A moment I loved:

And then suddenly she was thinking of every little what if—the other paths they could’ve taken, the millions of ways they could’ve ended up here. She imagined a future where he’d stayed. She saw white weddings, crying infants, painting nursery rhymes on a pale bedroom wall. She saw herself rolling over in the middle of the night, bumping shoulders, feeling his warm breath on her face. She saw family dinners, rushed breakfasts as they hurried the kids off to school. She saw laughter. She saw a lifetime. And at the end, she saw herself old and gray, holding his hand, his eyes the last thing she’d ever see.They had arrived at the end now. But she was not old and gray.

Dying Words by @cloudyskywars

Summary: Anakin is trapped beneath a collapsed building, and has one final conversation with Obi-Wan.

One of my favourite febuwhump contributions from within the mountain of wonderful fics that the second month of the year created!! Some good ol classic Obi & Ani pain. Hint of a deathfic...but mostly just the moments leading up to it. And they...hurt. Also!!! Melanie took the care to make Anakin’s final words be about Obi-Wan, which is very special to me for the reason she includes in her author’s note.

A moment I loved:

“And,” he said, “if you ever see Ahsoka again, tell her she was the best padawan I could have asked for.” His breaths were coming in rapid pants, now, and the room was spinning out of focus. “Obi-Wan?” he asked, voice barely audible. “Yes, Padawan mine?” he responded, his own voice shaky as well. “Thank you for being my Master,” Anakin said.

i’m only me when i’m with you idiots by @renegadeontherunn

Summary: who let Obi-Wan pick the holo? and where's the remote? they might need a bigger blanket. 

[or, Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan have leave on Coruscant and holo night is the perfect excuse to all squeeze onto a couch together, bicker, and be, well, a family]

Fluff, fluff, fluff! Yes, please! My dear Fiona does a wonderful job wrapping these three up in a blanket and plopping them in front of a holo for a night of witty banter and so-cute-I-could-melt platonic cuddles. I love these three, I love this fic!

A moment I loved: 

“You met a civilized Padawan? Couldn’t have been ours.”

get home by @curse-of-men

Summary: After a mission goes wrong and Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker goes missing, it is up to Obi-Wan Kenobi and Ahsoka Tano to bring him home.

[or: a Grandmaster and a Grandpadawan go on a road trip to rescue chaos personified]

What? Me? Rec’ing another Obi-Wan and Ahsoka centric fic? HUH? Hehe, I love that Lou says this is the missing Obi & Soka arc in their author’s note because um, did they look into my heart and know that’s what I most desire? Anyway, this three-parter is incredible from start to finish and I demand you all go read it immediately. :-)

A moment I loved:

Making their way to the cockpit, Ahsoka tilts her head into Obi-Wan’s general direction and says: “You know, Master, Anakin would probably think things so far have gone excellently.” Obi-Wan returns her look and sighs.

“Now you surely must get why I am so worried about this.” Ahsoka grins and gestures back and forth in the empty space between them with one hand.

“For what it’s worth, I think we make a good enough team.”

we stand here, together by @nightdotlight​

Summary: Master Depa Billaba and Padawan Caleb Dume.

Windu worries for them, out in the wider galaxy. Waging war, while he and Anakin sit here, waiting.

But he trained Billaba, and Billaba is training Dume. Anakin once took lessons from her, when he himself was a Padawan, and he knows she is skilled enough by far, to ensure that both she and her student make it back to Coruscant safely.

It’s ironic, that when cut off from the Force he can understand other people better than he has in years.

ZOWEE!!!! This fic made me ugly cry on my conference period at school!! Ha! Another fic that culminates in, er...death. But!!!! The lead-up! Ooh, baby! The writing style of this one is also very fresh and unique which I appreciate as someone who essentially reads the same thing eight million ways (by choice, mind you!!!! and loves it every time!!!!). This is just an absolute gem of a fic. Queue: your best crying playlist.

A moment I loved: 

Depa, her Padawan braid hanging from her shoulder, hugs him around his middle and drags him to the training salles. The whole way, her laughter follows them– warm, like summer rain. Like the smallest, most ephemeral moments of happiness.

Her smile feels like a sunset on his back, and Mace smiles back even as they spar, as green and purple clash over and over again in a dance unique to teacher and student.

He does not need to reach out to know the galaxy is at peace. When they take a break from their own spar, Mace feels a light tap on his presence in the Force; when he turns, Ahsoka Tano stands there in training robes, her own Master a few paces behind– and beside him, Obi-Wan Kenobi, face lighter than it has been in years.

Her Padawan beads hang from her headdress; when she smiles at the banter behind her, turning to retort, they catch the light, and the half-formed impression of those beads torn asunder and held in gloved hand is dissipated by the glare.

Only Hope by @tessiete

Summary: The infamous "Year on the Run".In the wake of her father's death, Satine is assigned two Jedi to escort her safely back to Mandalore, but in the chaotic aftermath of a civil war, there is more at stake than one person's survival. Together, they work to unite Mandalore, overcome ancient grudges, and bring peace to a world ravaged by bloodshed.

Man, oh man, do I love a good year on the run fic! And man oh man am I loving the heck out of this one. It’s in progress so go ahead give it a bookmark and a subscription while you’re at it!!!! But the banter! The sass! The (I assume soon to come) pining! The Qui-Gon third wheeling! READ IT! Cannot recommend highly enough.

A moment I loved: 

“...and you’re bound to be hungry.”

“I assure you, I’m not.”

“Well, Obi-Wan is,” Jinn asserts. His back is to his apprentice and so he cannot see the mutinous glance which darts his way. “And as you’ve seen, he’s trouble when he isn’t fed. You have five minutes.”

Goes to Ground by jerseydevious

Summary: Obi-Wan has a question for Anakin following his experiences on Zygerria.

Silly Jedi boys trying and failing to communicate, gosh dang it!!! They get there, eventually, though. :’) Some post Zygerria angst and some tough discussions. HERE. FOR. IT. 

A moment I loved: 

“You are a bad influence, padawan mine,” Obi-Wan said. He gave Anakin that smile, the one that made Anakin feel like he shared a secret with his Master, something only for them.

In Sacrifice, Peace by @ilonga

Summary: “Shh. . .” Anakin says, gathering the younglings around him, reminding Obi-wan of all those whispered arguments where he had insisted to Anakin that yes, he was good with children, he’d be just fine teaching Ahsoka. He can almost feel the terror rising off Anakin from the hologram; Anakin doesn’t know what’s happening either. But he isn’t letting the younglings feel it. “You need to listen to me very carefully, okay? This--” his voice breaks, “--this is going to be scary. But you have to be calm, and strong. Just like Master Yoda taught you.” [Or, the ROTS au where Obi-wan finds a very different type of pain while looking through the Temple's recordings of Order 66.]

PAIN AWAITS YOU HERE! But that is exactly why you should click, kudos, comment, bookmark, and let this fic live in your head rent free like it’s living in mine. Truly couldn’t get it out of there if I wanted to! AND I DO NOT! Yet another deathfic and angst with The Team (TM). Read it, peeps.

A moment I loved: 

“And then?”Obi-wan closes his eyes, pretends he can’t feel the weight of the body in his arms, pretends it’s really Anakin he’s talking to and not some worrying coping mechanism. “And then we fight.” he says.

to hold by @katierosefun

Summary: “What—” Ahsoka looked up and, where she had expected to find a mumbling drunk, she found instead—

“Master Kenobi?” Ahsoka asked, stunned. She straightened, already swinging her backpack around herself again.

“Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan managed. He was breathing hard, just barely bent over because he was supporting, Ahsoka realized dumbly, Anakin.

Anakin, whose head was lolling against Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Whose face was two shades too pale and eyes fluttering and lips parted in a soundless groan that brought Ahsoka right back to battlefields and med bays and other places that she hadn’t been in a long, long while. [or: after leaving the Order, Ahsoka runs into some familiar faces.]

Caroline at it again with the post-wrong-jedi disaster trio angst comin’ in hot! Some platonic bed-sharing, some confused Anakin, some conflicted Ahsoka, some pained Obi-Wan. Well–strike that. They’re all in pain. But what do we expect, honestly? What do we want, honestly? Pain. We want pain.

A moment I loved: 

“Only another dream,” Obi-Wan said. He looked at Ahsoka, his face just barely shadowed. “Seems that it’s passed.”

Another. 

Ahsoka’s stomach twisted. She looked at the hand she was holding. It was strange—she couldn’t remember if she had ever actually held onto Anakin’s hand this tightly before, but now she could feel the familiar callouses, make out just the faintest of old scars. Ahsoka squeezed it once.

Not near as many as I planned to do or have saved and ready to rec, but...this already got, er...quite lengthy. So! Same time, next week! I’ll have some more! (Well, probably not same time and maybe not even next week...but soon.) 

#fic rec #how is this only thirteen fics hahahahahaha #I literally just cannot shut up #go kudos and comment and reblog their stuff PLS I beg you!

[bpro-cardstories]

Tomohisa Kitakado SSR

2019 ー New Field [新境地]

“Say, Tomo, are you really alright with it?”

『Event: Pirates of Legend (1st - 9th August 2019)』

Part 1

ーKitaKore’s apartment.ー

Tomohisa (surprised): ‘A request for me….. To write a script for a drama series?’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes. Because it’s in the form of a competition it’s unknown if your script will actually be used. You were supported by a famous script writer and invited to “co-write” a script.’

Tsubasa: ‘The theme will be “battle”, but outside of this, you are free to write anything.’

Ryuji: ‘Hee, so far there have been writing requests such as columns or comments….. Scriptwriting for a drama series is a first, isn’t it? It sure is an unusual offer, Tomo.’

Tomohisa: ‘Yeah, I honestly was surprised. Why did he nominate me, I wonder?’

Tsubasa: ‘The client is a TV station producer who worked on many hit dramas.’

Tsubasa: ‘It seems that while he was watching Kitakado-san’s appearance in a program,  he took notice of the atmosphere and your speech which was intelligent and had a good feeling to them.’

Ryuji: ‘Hehe. That producer must be watching Tomo closely.’

Tsubasa: ‘He also read the columns published in magazines by Kitakado-san, and said that you have excellent writing abilities and sufficient topicality. Therefore, if you are interested then you are asked to get in touch with him.’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘I see….. I appreciate that he even read my columns. And to be valued to such an extent makes me happy.’

Tsubasa: ‘It’s not often that I  hear of said things, so I think he is not simply complimenting you, but they do really like Kitakado-san’s writing.’

Tsubasa: ‘Since it’s a rare change, would you like to try it out?’

Tomohisa: ‘You’re right….. I’m very grateful for the consideration. By going beyond acting there will be a lot of things I will be able to learn through standing on the side of production for one time in the future.’  

Tomohisa: ‘Since I like writing, I’m interested in putting together a story. If I can challenge this, it might be a really great stimulus.’

Tsubasa: ‘If so, thenーー’

Tomohisa: ‘But I will turn down the offer this time.’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh……’

Tomohisa: ‘There are many wonderful professionals in this industry. It feels wrong for an amateur like me to suddenly take part in a competition. If I participate just because of topicality, it’s rude toward the contestants that earnestly submit a script I think.’

Ryuji: ‘........’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Should turning down the offer become an inconvenience then that’s a different matter, however….. There’s no problem I hope?’

Tsubasa: ‘Of course, please don’t worry about it. You are right, because it’s of a different nature than your usual work, Kitakado-san’s feelings are most important regarding this matter. Then I will later inform him of your rejectionーー’

Ryuji: ‘Wait a minute, Tsubasa.’

Ryuji: ‘Say, Tomo, are you really alright with it?’

Tomohisa: ‘Ryuji…..?’

Part 2

Ryuji: ‘You actually…… don’t really think that joining the competition is rude, do you? That thinking is even more discourteous I think.’

Tsubasa: ‘R-Ryuji-kun……’

Ryuji (angry): ‘I mean it’s the truth, it’s like saying you all lose to a script of an amateur’s topicality.’

Tomohisa (baffled): ‘........’

Ryuji: ‘That producer must know that it’s natural that there will be lots of scripts from professionals. As a producer for programs even more so. Yet, he purposely gave you an offer, Tomo. Isn’t it better to think more thoroughly about the meaning of it?’

Tomohisa: ‘........ The meaning of purposely choosing me, huh?’

Ryuji: ‘Exactly. …… It’s true that Tomo may be an amateur in relation to scriptwriting. But doesn’t the feeling to try it out apply to both professionals and amateurs?’

Ryuji (upset): ‘If you seriously are prepared to work hard, then you ought to take this chance.’

(It may be the first time I see Ryuji-kun persuading Kitakado-san about work in such a manner. All the more as Ryuji-kun might feel that this work will be meaningful for Kitakado-san.........)

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘........ Thanks, Ryuji. You’re right, maybe I was a bit conceited here.’

Ryuji: ‘I- I didn’t say that........’

Tomohisa: ‘No, it’s fine. Thank you for making me realize. It kind of opened my eyes. It seems like the offer itself was unexpected for me and my mind didn’t catch up.’

Ryuji (sighs): ‘........ I thought so. It was unlike Tomo to find a reason to not accept even though you had an interest in the offer.’

Tomohisa: ‘Haha, it’s as Ryuji says.’

Tomohisa: ‘........Tsubasa, I’m sorry, but ignore my answer from earlier. Would it be fine if I think about the offer a bit longer? My own feelings included, I want to properly think about whether I have enough time to face the production.’

Tsubasa: ‘Kitakado-san........ Of course!’

Tsubasa: ‘These are the materials for the competitions. I will contact the other party, so please take your time to consider.’ ________________________

 ーAnother day. In the meeting room.ー

Tomohisa: ‘ーーHello, Tsubasa.’

Tsubasa: ‘Kitakado-san, hello.’

Tsubasa: ‘It has been one week since then....... Did you come to a decision about the scriptwriting competition?’

Tomohisa: ‘Yes. I faced myself and........ Came to a decision.

Tomohisa: ‘I want to participate in the competition.’

Tsubasa: ‘........! I’m glad to hear that........ I thought that it was a really good chance so I am happy as well.’

Tomohisa: ‘Thanks, Tsubasa. I got excited when I read the material for the competition and was able to convince myself once again that this is what I wanted to do.’

Tomohisa: ‘Besides, it’s important for us to open up new work fields from now on I think.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, I am certain that this will be a big step. If you have decided so, I need to start adjusting your schedule........ I wonder how much time you will actually need to write a script?’

Tomohisa: ‘About this…… When I read the materials I tried to write one. Won’t you look over it for me?’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh........ You tried to write a script, you said?’

Tomohisa: ‘Yes. I wanted to test to what point I’m able to write alone. I thought that it’s important to let the producer know what writings other than columns I can produce.’  

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Since I jumped into the world of professionals, this much preparation and readiness is a must.’

Tsubasa: ‘Amazing........ But is it fine that I will read your script beforehand?’

Tomohisa: ‘Of course. If possible, I want to hear your honest thoughts and impressions on it.’

Part 3

(Kitakado-san��s first script........ Just what kind of story could it be.)

Tomohisa (laughs): ‘Since the theme was “Battle” I wrote a story with “Pirates” as the motif, which I associate with the theme.’

Tsubasa: ‘ “Pirates”........’

(So, it’s probably mainly intense action. ........ Oh, it takes place in Japan.)

(........Huh? There are........ no battle scenes. The “pirates” appearing in the story are at the checkpoint that’s on the sea.)

Tsubasa: ‘........ How strange.’

Tomohisa: ‘Hm? Is there perhaps some inconsistency?’

Tsubasa: ‘Ah, no........! This story is very interesting. The appearing characters are charming and the dialogue is lively. It’s possible to become engaged in the story because thanks to your stage directions the scenes naturally emerge.’

Tomohisa: ‘I see, glad to hear this.’

Tsubasa: ‘But ........ This work is different from the usual “Pirate story”, is it not?’

Tomohisa: ‘Haha, that may be true, indeed. Pirates are pirates, but I chose “Murakami Kaizoku*” as the motif.”

Tsubasa: ‘ “Murakami Kaizoku”?’

Tomohisa: ‘Yeah. When you hear “pirates” the image of a group that gloriously steals the treasure with showy swordplay and firefights comes to your mind. But Japan’s pirates........ The “Murakami Kaizoku” are a group that fights to “protect” the important things.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘They seem to have been a group, also called the Japanese feudal lord of the sea, that was working for the sake of “protecting” people’s lives, livelihood, and above all, the peace of the sea.’

Tsubasa: ‘So that is why they do not start a fight by themselves.’

Tomohisa: ‘Exactly.’

Tomohisa: ‘........ Modern and extreme “battles” are perhaps better suited for entertainment and entertainment for drama series. But I think “fights” aren’t not only there to mutually hurt or steal from each other. To protect what’s dear, one overcomes their weaknesses. Everyone faces this kind of “battle” everyday.’

Tomohisa: ‘I want to write the kind of story where the viewer sympathizes and is inspired, even if the time or circumstances are different, is what I thought.’       

Tsubasa: ‘A “battle” that does not leave the viewer behind........ That is incredibly like Kitakado-san. This is why you can feel a soft warmness despite the heart-breaking scenes.’

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, if it’s how you feel, then I’m happy.’

Tomohisa: ‘It’s worth writing just because Tsubasa said that.’

(To be able to produce such a wonderful script in a mere week, Kitakado-san really is extraordinary........)

Tsubasa: ‘I would like to continue reading your script without a rush, but........ More importantly, I would like to quickly submit it to the producer. I am sure it will be more than what they expected.’

Tomohisa: ‘That’s good to hear. But if this script isn’t what they wished for, then don’t hesitate to tell me, I will rewrite it.’    ________________________

 ーAnother day. During a photo shoot.ー

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm........ Ah, Kitakado-san!’

Tomohisa: ‘What happened for you to be so flustered........ Wasn’t it a different location today?’

Tsubasa: ‘That is true, but there is something I need to tell you as soon as possible. It’s about the script the other day, I received a reply from the producer.’

Tomohisa: ‘........! What did they say........’

Tsubasa: ‘It was praised that the result was beyond their imagination. And they were pleased about the subject at hand, which was like Kitakado-san. Moreover, it will be adopted as a solo script by Kitakado-san, instead of a co-written one........’

Tomohisa (surprised): ‘Solo script?’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes! It was decided to make it into a drama, outside of the competition. It seems that it will be in the frame of a two hour special drama.’

Tomohisa: ‘Made into a drama........ This time everything really is beyond your expectations.’

Tomohisa: ‘But I’m incredibly happy about it. I wonder if it’s fine that there are no problems with the content of the script and to receive such a big chance?’

Tsubasa: ‘It looks like there will be some corrections needed, however, they said that they want to go with the content as it is. And........’

Tomohisa: ‘There is more to come?’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes. When the production of the drama happens, if possible, they want Kitakado-san to be involved with the castings as well.’

Tomohisa: ‘Me........ Involved in the castings?’

Part 4

Tomohisa (baffled): Is that true? I didn’t think it was possible for me to choose the actors.’

Tsubasa: ‘If you wish, they will move to make it come true as much as possible. For this reason, should you have a performer in mind, do not hesitate to........’

Tomohisa: ‘........ If so, then there’s one person I’d like to ask.’

Tsubasa: ‘Is that so?’

Tomohisa: ‘Since he’s a veteran, it might be difficult. However, when I was writing the main protagonist, he came to my mind. So I was thinking to myself that I would be delighted if he plays the role........’

Tsubasa: ‘In this case, it will not hurt if we let them know! The producer is eager to gather a good staff and performers as well.’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Thanks. ........ How do I say, there’s a mysterious feeling I have never felt before. The world I imagined inside my head becomes reality........ The actors and actresses will bring the lines I wrote to life. They’re just ordinary letters, but I’m able to witness the moment they turn into living words.’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, even I am getting excited myself.’

Tomohisa: ‘Tsubasa, you also read the script, is there someone you imagine to play this particular character?’

Tsubasa: ‘Let me see, I ........ Ah, before that, I have an important matter to tell you.’

Tomohisa: ‘Hm?’

Tsubasa: ‘It’s regarding the casting, they also like to ask some B-PRO members to appear.’

Tomohisa (surprised): ‘From B-PRO, too?’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes, as Kitakado-san’s name will be listed, they want at least two other names to be listed as well.’

Tomohisa: ‘I see........’

Tomohisa: ‘........’

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm........ is something wrong?’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Yeah........ I just thought about how it’s a bit troubling, because it’s not possible to have everyone appear, I assume? It’s a given that, no matter who I choose, they will deliver a good performance. And yet, I have to choose from them.’

Tsubasa: ‘You are right........ Choosing among the members does feel awkward. However, this is not about the quality of their acting ability. If you choose them based on whether they suit the role or not, then it should not be such a worrisome matter I think.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘That’s true........ Then........’

Tomohisa: ‘........But, what to do. The role that suits Ryuji this timeーー’

Ryuji: ‘What about me?’

Tomohisa (surprised): ‘Ryuji! What about the shooting?’

Ryuji: ‘It just finished. I heard your talk from the middle on....... Tomo, are you worrying about me by any chance?’

Tomohisa: ‘That’s.......’

Ryuji (sighs): ‘Haa....... As I thought. Listen, do you think I will sulk if I can’t appear in the drama?’

Tomohisa: ‘No, you’re wrong. It’s just that this work is my first script. Since Ryuji encouraged me so much....... Besides, I do really love Ryuji’s acting. So if I am choosing from B-PRO, I want it to be Ryuji after all.’ 

Ryuji: ‘But there’s no role for me, is there?’

Tomohisa (dejected): ‘Uh.......’

Ryuji: ‘Good grief.......’

Ryuji: ‘There must already be a set image inside Tomo’s head. You absolutely can’t stray away from it. I won’t forgive it if Tomo’s important work will be ruined by such a thing.’

Tomohisa: ‘Ryuji.......’

Ryuji (smiles): ‘And in the first place, if I was appearing in the drama Tomo penned then I’d be the leading role, am I right. The content as well must be even more refined.’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Heh....... You’re right, When casting Ryuji, it has to be a script that was written for Ryuji.’

Ryuji: ‘Exactly. So for now, concentrate on producing good work. That’s also part of a professional’s work, no?’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Yeah. Thanks, Ryuji.’

Tomohisa: ‘.......Say, Tsubasa.’

Tsubasa: ‘Y-Yes.’

Tomohisa (winks): ‘To be honest, when I was writing the script, there were characters for which members came to my mind.’

Tsubasa: ‘.......! Please let me hear about it.’

Tomohisa: ‘Thanks. Uhm....... This role is heroic, fun and soothing. Since he’s a moodmarker I was thinking of Hikaru when I was writing the script. As for the other role, he comes with honesty and seriousness who doesn’t hesitate to throw away his life for the sake of his comrades.’

Tomohisa: ‘So I think this role might suit Kazu.......’

Ryuji: ‘.......’

Part 5

ーDuring the drama production, at the beach.ー

Lighting staff: ‘Put the lighting a bit higher.’

AD: ‘The last location bus is arriving! With this all the performers for today are gathered!’

Tomohisa: ‘....... It’s the start of the filming, huh. From here on out we’ll earnestly start filming now.’

Tomohisa: ‘.......’

Tsubasa: ‘.......Uhm, Kitakado-san. Are you fine?’

Tomohisa: ‘Eh?’

Tsubasa: ‘No, somehow you looked stiff for a second....... Since we are shooting at the sea all day, you will be hit by the salty sea breeze. If you are not feeling well, please tell me right away.’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘I’m fine. My body is fit and healthy, there’s no problem.’

Tomohisa: ‘But, perhaps....... I’m a bit nervous.’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh.......?’

Tomohisa (pensive): ‘It sure is unusual for me, I agree. I just don’t know it myself really well, this sensation I’m feeling for the first time. I didn’t feel like this when I appeared in dramas....... Is this what you call pressure?’

Tomohisa: ‘A great number of people are working to realize the script I wrote. It’s been like this ever since this project started to move. Seeing the preparation for the shooting before my eyes now....... It looks like I came to realize this fact at last.’

(For Kitakado-san, who usually is the one who calms down everyone, to be this nervous....... It’s also a first for me. The words I should be giving at this time.......)

Hikaru: ‘Uwaah~ I’m so super nervous~!!’

Tomohisa: ‘.......Hm?’

Hikaru: ‘Did you see, leader? The actress who’s standing by the location bus!’

Hikaru: ‘When I was a child I watched her dramas in the morning, she played the mother in it!? I can’t believe there would come a day where I would be co-starring with her....... Aaaah, that makes me so nervous!’

Hikaru: ‘Leader, write down lots of letters of “person” on my hand** I will drink them! I will chug them down all at once!!’

Kazuna: ‘Calm down, Hikaru. It’s not our turn yet.’

Hikaru: ‘Uuh~! I know, but.......!’

Kazuna: ‘Hm, I do understand you though. There are nothing but talented performers around here, it’s nerve-wracking. But everyone should have the same desire to produce a good drama....... Don’t let yourself be swallowed up by the atmosphere and let’s rise together.’

Kazuna: ‘Let’s fight the pressure and move forward, just like our roles.’

Tomohisa: ‘.......!’

Kazuna: ‘Ahead of overcoming your weaknesses, there’s the future. For this reason, no matter how scary it is, even if your legs are tremblingーー You need to walk without stopping.’

Hikaru: ‘L-Leader.......’

Hikaru: ‘Uuuh, you’re so cool~! I’m mesmerized~!!’

Kazuna: ‘H-Hikaru, lower your voice a bit.......’

Hikaru: ‘You’re right! It’s the lamest to lose to yourself! Alright, I’ll also do my best!!’

Tomohisa: ‘....... Haha.’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu....... Hikaru-kun is just as usual.’

Tomohisa: ‘Yeah. Kazu as well as Hikaru, they both are strong.’

Tomohisa: ‘I....... have to become strong, too. I can’t stay like this.’

Tomohisa: ‘If I don’t fight with the same feeling as the actors and actresses as part of the crew, I can’t deliver good work that many people can enjoy.’

(....... A dignified look. Yeah....... I’m sure he will be fine from now on.)

Producer: ‘Alright, it’s time. Shall we gather once before we start filming? Kitakado-kun, come here!’

Tomohisa: ‘Yes, I will.’

Tsubasa: ‘....... Everything is going well.’

Tomohisa: ‘Yeah, then, I’ll be going.’ ______

Tomohisa: ‘....... Tsubasa.’

Tsubasa: ‘Kitakado-san? Do you need something.......’

Tomohisa: ‘No, just....... Thanks.’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh?’

Tomohisa: ‘I’m very grateful that this gives me an environment and opportunity to continue taking on new challenges. That’s why, thank you, Tsubasa.’

Tsubasa: ‘....... You are welcome. The possibilities are limitless. Let us take on all kinds of challenges from now on as well.’ 

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Yeah. Then....... I will go fight alongside everyone.’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes! Please do so, Kitakado-san.......!’

END ______________________

* Murakami Kaizoku (村上海賊): “[....] Murakami Kaizoku was the country’s largest group of pirates. Contrary to the usual activities of pirates who loot ships for money and goods, the Murakami Kaizoku’s primary occupation was enforcing order for the safety and security of navigation, and ensuring orderly trade and distribution in the Seto Inland Sea.[....]” [Source: japan-heritage.bunka.go.jp]

** Writing the letter for “people” (人) on the palm of your hand and swallowing is something like an encouragement ritual in Japan. Perhaps you might have seen it in some anime before, like Shokugeki no Soma, or in J-Dramas. This article explains the history behind this action.

#b project #b-project #tomohisa kitakado #ktkr #myps #card:2019

[dark-mnjiro]

then it’s all my fault [and let me fix it please]

Theme: angst, breakup/post breakup, Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: language, drinking/alcohol use, characters aged-up

Author’s Note: I’m having sad girl hours thanks to a depressive episode, so enjoy some angst/break up drabble that I just threw together to try and vent (i guess). I don’t usually write Bakugo - as I find myself very similar to him in the anger department, but this seemed a fitting one for him.

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His eyes scanned the bar as his gaze fell on you dancing with another fellow hero. His red eyes narrowed before being the glass of whiskey to his lips, quickly downing the warm liquid with one gulp. Shaking his head, the warm whiskey settled into his stomach before he turned on the barstool trying to ignore how close you were to another man. 

His eyes fell to the bar as he used his fingers to tilt the glass back and forth. Has it already been two months? Had it already been that long since that messy break up two months ago? A low growl rumbled from his chest. “Fucking bullshit,” he mumbled. 

“You okay dude?” Kirishima plopping down at the stool next to him. “Come on Bakugo, it can’t be that bad.”

Scoffing, his gaze moved over his shoulder seeing you even closer to the other hero as the music had changed to a slow pace. A vein began twitching in his forehead as the other man’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling you in closer. His crimson eyes narrowed catching you glancing at him over your shoulder and he swore you gave him a playful wink.

“Do you not see that?!” Bakugo hissed to his friend. “She’s doing this on purpose…”

“Ignore her,” his friend said, reaching out and patting his shoulder in an attempt to soothe his mounting anger. “She’s trying to rile you up…”

“She’s been doing this shit for two months—”

He was cut off by your laughter echoing across the bar. His body tensed for a moment before Kirishima reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “We can always just go to another bar,” he said. “I’ll go get Kaminari–”

Bakugo’s hand came up silencing his friend as he shook his head. “No,” he growled. “She wants to play hardball. I’ll fucking play…”

“Dude, don’t get—”

“I’m not!” he hissed, ordering another glass of whiskey from the bartender. Once his glass was refilled, he quickly downed the golden liquid before slamming the glass against the wooden bar table. Bakugo huffed, closing his eyes before bringing his index finger and thumb up to rub his eyelids. Your laughter echoed in his mind as his body tensed at the idea of you even thinking about returning home with this other scumbag. 

Kirishima frowned. “Bakugo?”

He was silent before whipping around on the barstool and jumping to his feet. “Oi!” he yelled, marching up to you and the other man. “Who the fuck is this?”

“Bakugo…” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m allowed to see other people-”

“Who the fuck says?!” he hissed, shoving his hands into his pockets. His eyes fixated on the growing irritation growing on your face as your eyes narrowed at him. Quickly, he felt you grab his upper arm dragging him out of the bar to avoid the confused stares of other patrons. He nearly stumbled back as you let go of his arm once outside, glaring him down with your intense stare. 

Shaking your head, you rubbed your temples. “Katsuki... We broke up,” you said, aggravation evident in your voice. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset… you broke up with me! This is what you wanted—!”

“You don’t know anything brat!”

Rolling your eyes, a sigh fell from your lips as you looked back up at your ex-boyfriend locking eyes with him. “Then care to explain?” you asked, shifting your weight onto the other leg. 

Bakugo’s eyes darted away from you as irritation flashed over his features but embarrassment was creeping up the back of his neck. His cheeks flushed a faint rosy color as he searched his mind exactly why he had broken up with you….

“Damn it,” he cursed. 

“Katsuki,” you said, tapping your foot. “I’m waiting.”

His eyes darted back toward you with a glare while memories began flooding back into his mind from the fateful evening. The screaming… the fighting… Nausea began bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he recalled all the accusations he had thrown at you, seeing how it was his insecurities overcoming his mind. He cursed his behavior inwardly as his eyes quickly glanced away from you. “...damn it.”

“Katsuki?” you asked, taking a step toward him still awaiting his response. 

There was no way he could begin to understand why he had done all those horrid things to you. There was no way in his mind he felt he could properly atone for every hurtful word he had spat back at you. He only knew that this was all his fault because he had refused to communicate and deal with his problems… just like he always had done. And this time, the cost was everything to him. 

Bakugo stuffed his hands back into his pockets. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his gaze falling to the pavement. “I-I don’t know what is going on in my head but-” He paused briefly, trying to steady his emotions. His heartbeat so loud in his chest that he would feel the vibration thumping in his ears. He had no excuse to snap back at you… and that’s what disgusted him the most. 

He had hurt you in the process. 

And continued to do so.

“Just know… it wasn’t you…” he continued, his voice shaking. “It was me…”

Your mouth fell agape. “Katsuki? But I thought—”

His hand shot up to quiet your voice. “Listen,” he mumbled, closing in on the gap between the two of you. “I need to sort things out in my head… Things aren’t right up there and I didn’t mean to treat you like that. I was the fuck up, not you. I understand if you don’t want to, but…” He paused as a sigh fell from his lips as he leaned his forehead against yours causing your cheeks to tint pink. “Wait for me?”

Beads of tears formed in the corner of your eyes. “You just expect me to wait for you?” you asked him, anger veiled in your voice. “After everything—”

“Please. Please just understand,” he whispered, voice shaking once more. “I need to fix myself before I can’t fix us…”

You pulled away from him, the tears in your eyes sliding down your cheeks. It was the first time he had ever managed to bare his true emotions, his raw insecurities to you. Sure, you had been angry with him after the breakup but… you had always wondered the reasoning behind the sudden accusations of distance and his sudden distrust of you around your coworkers at the agency. It suddenly made sense…

Your hand moved up to cup his cheek before flashing him a weak smile through your tears.

His hand moved to cover yours on his face. “Just… wait, a little bit longer…”

Staring back into his crimson eyes, your legs almost trembled. “...for how long?”

He was afraid you would ask that he had no idea if he had an answer to that question. Swallowing hard, he snaked his arms around your waist before pulling you into his chest as his chin rested on the top of your head. “I don’t know…” he admitted. “Just tell me you’ll wait.”

Your arms moved to encircle his waist as you buried your tearful expression into his chest. 

You couldn’t deny his request now.

“...take as long as you need.”

#bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo angst #bnha fandom #bnha fanfiction #bakugo fic #one shot #drabble #angst #break up fic #mha #anime aesthetic #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bakugo fanfiction