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willalove75 · 8 months
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Rebecca x Reader - jealous sex
Hehehe yesss! Thank you for the request!💕💕
Warnings: Smut babyyyyy, also a little angst, a dash of fluff, denial, a pinch of praise kink, dom!Rebecca, idk what else
18+ Only Minors DNI
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Rebecca had been working overtime for the last two weeks and has barely been home, no less had time for you. It's not that you were incredibly clingy, but every time she came home you got a quick kiss, the two of you would eat dinner in near silence since she was exhausted and after a shower, Rebecca went to bed.
In all fairness, you expected this season to be more chaotic than the last. With Ted back in the US, Roy took over managing the team, Keeley had an idea for a women's league and there were hundreds of other things going on all at once. Rebecca was exhausted, and you understood that and tried to give her as much grace as possible, but when the second week rolled around, so did her attitude. Yes, she was burnt out and exhausted, her patience at work has worn down to almost nothing, but when she got home, you got the brunt of her frustrations.
Rebecca was apologetic when she caught herself or when you brought it up to her, and maybe it would have sat with you a little better but you've barely spoken, she's been a bitch and the two of you haven't sad sex in over two weeks. You tried to initiate a few times but she was either too tired or gave you an attitude so you stopped trying all together.
Finally, it was Friday, and with no plans or matches on Saturday or Sunday, you were finally hoping to spend some time with your love. Hoping that she can relax enough so she wasn't so overwhelmed. As much as you hated how she acted towards you, you also hated that she was always putting so much pressure on herself.
"So babe, what did you want to do tomorrow since you finally have some free time?" You ask over dinner.
Rebecca gives you a look and your heart sinks.
"What are you talking about? We have the benefit tomorrow night." She says with a hint of frustration in her voice.
"What benefit?"
"West Ham is holding a benefit and all of the local clubs are invited to go. I told you about this last week."
"You definitely did not." There's an edge to your voice you weren't expecting but in all fairness, you're pretty annoyed.
"Yes, I did."
"Rebecca you didn't-"
"It's not my fault you don't pay attention." She snaps.
"Alright, I'm over this." You say as you get up from the table. "I know you're overwhelmed and stressed but it doesn't mean you get to talk to me like shit. You did not tell me about it, you've barely spoken to me in two weeks."
"So you're not coming?" She asks, visibly annoyed, as you put your plate in the dishwasher.
Rolling your eyes you look over at her. "As much as I don't want to go, yes, I will be there."
Neither you or Rebecca speak to each other for the rest of the night or the following day. The tension in the air is so thick you can cut through it with a knife. You're absolutely dreading this event but it'll look bad if you're not there and you'd rather not get bombarded with questions about your absence.
Silently, the two of you get ready for the evening and head out. Rebecca looks stunning, as always. You'd be drooling over her if you weren't so annoyed with her, truthfully. And because you're spiteful, you make sure you look as hot as possible. Wearing the dress that Rebecca has told you more than once she loves on you. That she usually has a hard time keeping her hands off of you when you wear it. You picked out a pair of tall stilettos that perfectly accentuate your legs, your makeup is flawless, making your eyes pop, and your hair is styled in a way that shows off your collarbones.
As soon as the two of you reach the benefit you beeline it to the bar and Rebecca stops to talk to some people. Right off of the bat you take a shot to curb your frustrations from the last two weeks and order your favorite drink. The bartender makes your drink and passes it to you and you tip him a £20.
Spotting Rebecca, she makes eye contact with you and notices the drink in your hand, she scowls for a moment before turning back towards her conversation. If you were any closer, you probably would have exploded on her.
Normally, you wouldn't go out of your way to piss Rebecca off, especially not at an event like this. But right now, you don't care. You're mad and hurt and with the small amount of liquid courage running through your veins, you're feeling daring and decide "fuck it." You want to make her feel the same way she's made you feel for the last two weeks, regardless of how immature that may be.
As you walk around the benefit you talk and mingle with a few people and you make sure you're in Rebecca's eyeline. After talking to a few players you finish your first drink and move on to your second one.
The night goes on, you and Rebecca barely speak to each other and before you know it, the benefit is almost halfway over. You were hoping deep down that being out would have relaxed Rebecca, but it hasn't and you're over it. Deciding to grab another drink, Rebecca watches you as you get up from the table and walk away.
While you're at the bar, a gorgeous woman walks up next to you and orders. The two of you greet each other and you can feel Rebecca's eyes boring into you from afar. Catching a glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye, she's staring directly at you and this woman. Bingo.
"I'm y/n, what's your name?" You ask the woman.
"I'm Samantha, but most people call me Sammy."
"It's wonderful to meet you Sammy. So what brings you here tonight?"
"I'm actually new to the West Ham women's team, this is my first season with them."
"Oh! That's exciting, how are you liking it?"
"It's amazing, I was nervous at first when I heard about the owner but luckily he's no longer in the picture anymore so I'm enjoying it more than I expected to."
You know she's talking about Rupert. After assaulting the coach and being booed off the pitch last season he sold the club. A new, much nicer, owner took over.
"Oh yeah, you definitely dodged a hand grenade there." You say with a laugh.
"What brings you here?"
"Oh, I work for AFC Richmond."
"Ah, so you know Rupert?"
"Luckily I joined after his reign ended, but I have had the displeasure of meeting him on a few occasions."
"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him yet."
"Consider yourself lucky."
Glancing over, Rebecca is still staring at you. The scowl on her face would be terrifying if you weren't so annoyed at her. Because you're a little shit, you decide to take it up a notch.
"Was he that bad?" She asks.
"Oh he was the worst, I only met him a few times and each time he hit on me and tried to make a move, it was gross."
"Ew!"
"Yeah! He's such a creepy old man! It's amazing he can still get it up honestly."
The two of you burst into laughter and your hand grazes her arm for a moment. In less than thirty seconds you hear heels aggressively clacking on the floor, you see Rebecca out of the corner of your eye and she's pissed.
"I'm so sorry, can you excuse us for a moment?" She politely says to Sammy, who is confused but nods and walks away. Rebecca grabs your arm and drags you to a secluded spot. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, hello, it's nice for you to finally acknowledge my existence."
"Y/n I am not in the mood."
"Neither am I." You say and you begin to walk away. Rebecca grabs your arm again and spins you towards her.
"Really? Of all nights, this is the night you decide to test my patience?"
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Do not play dumb with me. I saw you with that woman, flirting with her. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" She says, her bright green eyes burning with anger.
"Who said I didn't want you to notice?" You deadpan.
Rebecca grabs your drink out of your hand and puts both yours and hers down on a nearby table and grabs your wrist.
"That's it, we're leaving."
Before you can respond she pulls you out of the reception and through the doors to the entrance of the building. Her car pulls around a minute later and the two of you get in. The anger is radiating off of her, you don't think you've ever seen her so mad before, honestly. It would worry you if you weren't so mad yourself.
When the two of you finally make it home, Rebecca slams the front door shut and crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing at you.
Neither of you say a word since neither of you want to be the one who breaks the tense silence. Rolling your eyes, you turn around and walk into the kitchen.
"Don't you dare walk away from me." She says as she follows you.
"Or what? You'll pretend I don't exist for another two weeks?"
"How dare you, how dare you flirt with that woman, right in front of everyone. Do you know how badly that can reflect on me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," You say, your voice dripping in sarcasm. "how silly of me to forget that absolutely everything revolves around your image."
"What is the matter with you?!"
"Me?! You're the one who's barely spoken to me in two weeks, you're the one who hasn't touched me, the one who's been snapping at me for no reason when I try to talk to you. I should be the one asking what's the matter with you?!"
"And you think that makes what you did tonight okay?"
"How the fuck else was I supposed to get your attention Rebecca?! I've been trying for two fucking weeks! All you've been doing was snapping at me and ignoring me. So yes, I flirted with another woman, does that make me an asshole? Yeah, probably, but I've tried literally everything else besides screaming at you, because you and I both know nothing was going to come from that." Rebecca stands there for a minute almost shaking with anger.
"So what? You wanted to make me jealous?"
"Yup, and obviously, it worked pretty damn well."
"What? I'm not- no-"
"Rebecca Welton, you are many things and being jealous is certainly one of them. Who knows how far I would have taken it." You push. "I could have complimented her beautiful eyes, or brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. I was thinking of whispering something in her ear, something that would make her laugh. Resting my hand on her back-"
"ENOUGH." Rebecca yells. She storms up to you and grabs the back of your head, hard. Pulling your face just inches away from hers. "You've made your point. Now it's my turn to make mine."
Before you're able to do anything else Rebecca spins you around and bends you over the countertop. A hand comes down hard across your clothed ass and a small yelp emerges from you.
"You want to tease me?" Rebecca says through gritted teeth as she brings her hand down again onto your ass. "You want to make me jealous?" Another smack. "You want to flirt with other women?" This time Rebecca pulls up your dress, revealing your soft skin that's starting to turn red from the smacks. "Just to get my attention?" She smacks your bare ass and you yelp again. "Well my darling, you have it. You have all of my attention now." She smacks your ass once more before palming it and squeezing it, massaging the reddened area.
A low moan escapes from your lips. The cool granite countertop feels soothing against your heated skin as Rebecca continues to hold you against it.
Her fingers dip between your legs and she runs them over your underwear. It's almost embarrassing how wet you are already, you can hear Rebecca smirk when she feels the wetness through your thong.
She drags her fingers languidly up and down, just applying enough pressure to certain spots to make you twitch. It takes everything in you to hold back your moans when she circles your clit, you don't want to give her the satisfaction, at least not this quickly. But she knows that she can turn you into putty in her hands in just a few stokes of her fingers and tonight she's testing your strength.
After a few more firm circles she pulls her hand away and you have to muffle a whine of disappointment. Her hand comes down hard on your ass again and you let out another yelp.
Rebecca grabs the fabric of your thong on each side of your hips and slowly pulls it down. When they reach your ankles she smacks your ass again and uses her foot to kick your legs open wider.
"This was not was I was expecting." You think to yourself. Although you're not upset about it, it's actually really fucking hot seeing Rebecca in this state.
"You want to make me jealous?" She asks, grabbing the hair on the back of your head. "Answer. Me." She growls.
"Yes."
"All because I didn't give you enough attention?"
She tugs at your hair when you take too long to answer.
"Yes."
Rebecca's fingers find your dripping slit and she rubs you up and down, stopping every so often to circle your hardened clit. A moan threatens to escape and you swallow it.
"Let me hear you." She demands.
She circles your clit faster and a moan slips past your lips.
"Good girl." She says, picking up the pace, drawing more moans out of you. "I know you wanted to make me jealous, but for a second did you ever think that little girl could pleasure you the way I do?" Her middle finger prods at your entrance before sliding into you.
"Oh fuck." You moan as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"That she knows your body as well as I do?" She curls her finger just right and your knees almost give out. "That she could make you cum the way I can?" Her finger curls more while she slides it in and out of you. "Hmm? Is that what you thought?"
"No!" You cry out.
Rebecca slides a second finger into you and the moan that leaves your lips is just sinful.
"No one can make you feel as good as I do baby, isn't that right?"
"Yes-" The word blends into another filthy moan as she curls her fingers in a "come hither" motion inside of you.
With her grip still tightly grasping the back of your hair, Rebecca pulls on it as she fucks you faster. She pushes and pulls her fingers in and out, fast and hard, curling them when she's deep inside of you. Moans spill from your lips like a prayer and your legs begin to shake. She's building your climax fast and hard and if she keeps it up, you won't last much longer.
Your walls start fluttering around her fingers and she knows your close.
"Please!" You beg.
Rebecca brings you closer and closer to the release you've been craving for two weeks. Just as she's about to send you over she pulls her fingers out and you cry out from the loss. She smacks your ass hard again as you feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Grabbing your hands, Rebecca folds them behind your back, your face now flush with the cool granite countertop.
"Do not move." She commands.
All you can do is nod your head and you hear the sound of her heels retreating out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Your legs quiver and you clench around nothing, your body still reeling from the denial.
After a few minutes you hear Rebecca walk back into the kitchen, sans heels. She walks up behind you and you can hear her shuffle around and a low moan escapes from her. The sound of a cap opening and closing clicks and Rebecca places a bottle of lube on the countertop in front of you.
Your body shivers with excitement when you feel something cold and hard slide against you. After a few strokes, Rebecca slides the strap on deep inside of you and a guttural moan passes through your lips.
Slowly, Rebecca slides it in and out of you. Both of your moans melt together in harmony as she keeps a steady pace.
Rebecca starts quicken her thrusts and she grabs your hip with one hand, her nails digging into your skin, and grabs your arms still folded behind your back with the other. With each practiced thrust, she pulls you back into her, sending the strap deeper and harder into both of you.
"Oh fuck Rebecca!" You cry out.
"Good girl, I know how much you love it when I fuck you. Better than anyone else, right?"
"Yes, fuck! Yes!"
The dildo is hitting all of the right spots deep inside of you, once again you can feel your orgasm building. With the other end of the strap on nestled deep inside of her, both you and Rebecca moan with each of her thrusts. She picks up her pace and releases your arms, you immediately grab onto the edge of the countertop, her hand grabbing your other hip.
Rebecca pulls you into her harder and harder with every thrust and you can feel your walls clenching down around the toy. Cries ring throughout the house, neither of you can decipher whose cries are whose as you both rush to the edge.
You can feel Rebecca getting closer when her thrusts become less calculated and more desperate. She drives you closer and closer to your release and you cry out her name like a prayer.
"Fuck Rebecca you're gonna make me cum!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes!"
Rebecca's cries get louder and you know she's close too. You push back into each thrust and you feel yourself tipping over the edge.
"Fuck baby I'm gonna cum, fuck me please make me cum!"
"Good girl baby, fuck I'm so close." She pants.
"Cum with me baby, please, oh fuck please!"
Rebecca's thrusts become erratic, hurling the both of you over the edge into a canyon of pleasure and ecstasy. She keeps her pace, fucking you hard, dragging out both of your orgasms for as long as possible before slowly bringing the both of you down.
With one final thrust, Rebecca practically collapses on top of you, both ends of the toy still buried deep inside the both of you. You can feel your dress sticking to your back as you lay across the countertop trying to catch your breath.
After a moment of silence you feel warm kisses across your shoulders, languid hands slide up your waist and grab hold of the zipper on your dress. Every inch of skin revealed as she pulls the zipper down is met with soft, loving kisses. When the back of your dress is completely open, Rebecca slowly slides the strap on out of you and then slowly takes it out of her. Her fingers slide under the straps of your dress and she slowly pulls them down. Pushing yourself up off of the counter, Rebecca pulls your dress all the way down until it pools at your feet.
Her hands find your hips once more and her lips lock onto your neck. She gently nips and sucks on your pulse point before her hands slide up and gently cup your breasts. While Rebecca massages your breasts and riddles your neck with love bites, you lean your head back onto her shoulder and take a deep breath, relaxing into her as you exhale. Rebecca's hands slide down to your hips once more and she turns you to face her.
Looking deeply into her green eyes you see love. You also see something else, guilt? Her eyes become glassy and you gently cup her face.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry." She says softly.
You wipe away a tear that escaped with your thumb and you caress her cheek.
"I'm so sorry for how I've treated you the last few weeks. Even though I was overwhelmed, even though I was stressed, there is no excuse for how I treated you my love."
"It's okay baby, I forgive you. I'm sorry for being so immature and making you jealous tonight. I should have handled it better."
"No, don't apologize. I deserved it. You're right, I don't know what else you could have done to have gotten my attention. And that is so unfair to you, I promise from now on when I get overwhelmed, I'll listen to you more. Because you deserved so much better than how I've been treating you lately."
You wipe away another tear that fell from her gorgeous eyes and you pull her in for a kiss. Her lips feel like home, they're soft and warm and when you're kissing her, the entire world disappears.
When the kiss finally ends, Rebecca wraps her arms around you and pulls you tightly into her. Only then did you realize that she was also naked. Her skin against yours has never felt so right, like your bodies were made to fit together perfectly. Rebecca pulls away and takes your hand, leading you up the stairs.
In the bedroom, she lays down in bed and pulls you down next to her. Her arms wrap around you and you lay your head on her chest. Lithe fingers trace abstract patterns across your skin while your legs tangle together under the sheets. Rebecca kisses the top of your head and rests her cheek against it, an audible sigh escaping from her lips.
"Thank you." She quietly says.
Adjusting yourself to look up at her, you furrow your brows.
"For what?"
She looks down at you with a smile on her face and kisses your forehead.
"For putting up with me when I'm a raging bitch. For forgiving me, even when I don't think I deserve your forgiveness. For having the biggest heart I've ever seen in a person. For loving me, for everything."
Leaning up you place a soft kiss on her lips and nuzzle into her neck.
"I'll always love you, Rebecca."
"I'll always love you too, my love."
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hrghhhhhhhhh · 1 month
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i was heavily into cryptage until the season 20 launch and tae liking elliott felt really natural to me. now im struggling hard even imagining it knowing that hes canonically in love and its not elliott. suddenly his annoyed behavior just feels annoyed, no longer flustered, and the relationship he has with elliott doesnt feel light-hearted anymore just sorta hostile idk the whole confirmation of his romantic interest in someone else erased my perception that was built on the s3 trailer and their (what i interpreted as) flirting. i cant seem to do anything about it, it's just gone it's all gone and respawn visibly disliking cryptage makes me feel guilty it feels like we're not supposed to ship it in the first place
IM SO SORRY FOR THIS ACCIDENTAL DISSERTATION:
tldr: i fully understand you, however, putting too much stock in canon / wishing your ship become canon causes a lot of stress. Canon is not the end all be all, and frankly i think canon kills my interest in ships the fastest. Using canon to make stuff you actually like will always be more fun and better for mental health!!! <3
OKay . so . i COMPLETELY understand where you're coming from, I think of all games with such a robust cast, this one has so many potentials. S3 trailer ignited my love for them, and the way they navigated each other (from Cryp0 bending Mirage's arm back in self defense, to then Crypto saving him by pulling him off the train) I am so blessed to have my expectations Very early on be set, knowing that the early writers had absolutely no intent to make Mirage and Crypto romantic.
From that trailer i took really important things about their character, but i felt like i KNEW the intent, and the intent Never felt flirty or even romantic to me. I knew i could spin it that way, i knew i loved their dynamic when viewed through that heart shaped lens! But I never ever assumed that's where their stories led. and because if that i was never let down. I have no idea how to heal from the canon vs not canon stuff, it can feel like a betrayal, and i totally get the guilt. BUT canon and your personal interpretation dont have to match. Like at all. As long as, you know, noones being a total asshole about it. On Crypto being annoyed:
My favorite thing about mirage. is that. he is in fact SO ANNOYING. hes is mouthy and so jokey, and cocky, and insecure. Meeting him in real life would be a cHALLENGE LMAO. So crypto's line sounding more and more annoyed is genuinely so real of him. He has a short fuse, and gets annoyed easily with EVERYONE (source: his impatient crafting lines, his getting into ring lines, etc.) Crypto is so particular about his time and personal space, i think his annoyance lines are TOP TIER with Mirage, even if they edge into mean territory ( I mean mirage literally calls him "paranoid weirdo", makes light of his mannerisms) . Because its just his character, hes not a people person, while mirage IS! The fanon becomes so fun when you start to imagine HOW they could make that work! On Making Lemonade:
Crypto getting a love interest i dont see as a negative at all, because matching canon is not interesting to me. I am in the minority here i know. Something i love about canon is that it tells you things about your fav character that you can go off of!!! Crypto and wattson having a rapport, even Mila hinting that she thinks Crypto has a crush on her- THIS IS GOLD, FOR YOUR FAVVY CHARACTERS. This tells me that YEAH even if he had a crush, even if its, like killing him inside - HE IS NOT THE FIRST CONFESSOR, He will NEver say a WORD. That is characteristic no. 1 you can put in your arsenal. Like that is so TASTEY. he'd rather go his whole life yearning than confess. SO GOOD, DELICIOUS. Point no 2. He still puts his mission to find and save Mila above things like romance. I think that's so interesting, like, he has this intense mental block to letting himself indulge!
NOW: how to use that info, is up to you! Think about crypto dying of Crush on Mirage, only for mirage to "turn the charm up to 11" for the cameras. Great anguish, Tae Joon. Alternatively, making crypto confess to mirage hints that he MUST have really been dYING. Its only added to my imagination of them ^^
THE BEST PART ABOUT MAKING FAN CONTENT. IS PLAYING WITH THE CHARACTERS LIKE BARBIES!!! The second best part is finding pieces of canon to support your barbie playdate. On Canon Writing:
I will say, i feel like i can sense that the writers are only human in regards to how crypto and mirage appear together lately; Their last interactions being mirage distraught that Crypto wasnt RSVP-ing to his party, only for Crypto to show up the second he knew about said party (AND ASK FOR SOME BUMPIN MUSIC, SO CUTE). They are obviously a dynamic they break out when they need some fun pair to play up (an appropriate) story.
But the writers are just human. When the fandom as a whole picks up a ship you never intended, misinterpreting their words; i can see purposefully writing them shallowly, taking away some dimension- because they have this other story to tell. I think its very regular-person of them to be like "Oh theyre looking at this wrong let me make it clear!". I will go on record saying i don think they "visibly dislike" cryptage, it feels more like there's a bit of railroading of their current plotline, and some side flavor of people interacting is lost lately. That does make me sad, i think- at the very least- they have a great rivals to friends dynamic. And in my eyes there's always room for romance somewhere in there (or a fwb situation :3d ) I'd love to see more of their interactions, however, they have A LOT to go off of. Between the s3 trailer, their lines, the mirage forgot about his party, the UGLY OVERTIME COMIC.
Theres soooo much i can say about this, and them in particular, but i want to just say, PLEASE don't dispair. Theres still so much about them that still stands! Make your own stuff, don't wallow in canon, and most of all (and i say this so respectfully) Try to distance your happiness from 'winning canon'. Its a losing battle. a ship should be more of a hobby than a career - it can alter your mental SO much unless you step back.
Damn i have never needed to shut the fuck up more! TY FOR THIS ASK!!!!
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kaiisers · 10 months
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an influential man’s companion (or is it more?!) ──── alhaitham, ayato, childe
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟  (alternatively, how they are dropping hints left and right that you are more than just a friend.)
cw. gn!reader, oblivious!reader, may contain a spoiler from sumeru's story quest on alhaitham's, mentions of childe's real name (ajax), reader is addressed as “little bug” in childe's (please, it's just a poorly written joke, i swear).
asking genshin boys “what are we?” ──── tighnari , cyno , kaedehara kazuha , scaramouche
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ reader asks them “what are we?” when they had automatically assumed you were aware of their feelings towards you.
avoiding your crush.
one: childe, kazuha, ayato
two: zhongli, xiao, diluc, ningguang
three: tighnari, alhaitham, scaramouche
babe?! that ain’t my name? I mean… it is but- ──── aether, albedo, al-Haitham, ayato, childe, cyno, dainsleif, diluc, gorou, heizou, il-dottore, itto, kaeya, kazuha, pantalone, scaramouche, tighnari, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli
cw. gn! Reader, established relationship; fluff; just them reacting; kinda suggestive on scara, kazuha & cyno’s part (if you look at it that way lmao)
but i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs. ──── al haitham, kaeya, tighnari, ayato, zhongli
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ spoilers/ you know nahida's story quest where people dreamt of people they miss? so they didn't wanna wake up? yes. you're their greatest source of grief.
cw. gn reader, grief themes, angst/comfort? or is it angst/angst. messing with the original plot of nahida's quest but the idea remains the same. team dynamics! can be considered sagau /playable au. character death mentions aka me exploring all the ways to make mc gone
coming back after a long journey. ──── childe, diluc, xiao
death’s front door. ──── Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti, Cyno, Ayato
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ You almost died, and let’s see how these men would react to your (almost) passing
don’t leave me hanging! ayato, tighnari
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ where you initiate a kiss, only to move away and leave your boyfriend confused, amused or even distraught
cw. lowercase intended. pet name (mentioned in ayato’s), really fluffy like so so fluffy like—I’ll shut up now 🥲, KISSES. you being a lil shit /lh,, bc why not??? possibly ooc ayato??? idk bestie I tried
do you mind? ──── xiao, scaramouche, heizou, venti, kazuha x gn!reader
first kisses. ── Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaeya, Tighnari, Xiao, Zhongli ── 1.9k
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ It's obvious that he wants to kiss you—and that the feeling is mutual—but you feel obligated to tell the truth beforehand.
“I’ve never actually kissed someone.”
How would various Genshin men react?
cw. gn reader, Ayato's part gets a little suggestive.
forced/arranged marriage trope. ── Diluc, Ayato, Pierro, Zhongli ── 3.3k
cw. fem!reader
friendship level four reached. ──── alhaitham, ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ congratulations, you have reached friendship level four with a certain man. what to know what he says about you to the traveller?
cw. (she/her) mentions of breakdown (in alhaitham’s part)
genshin boys with their children. ──── albedo, venti, ayato, thoma
genshin dads.
one: Xiao, Itto, Kazuha and Diluc
two: Childe, Al-Haitham, Ayato
genshin men in a royalty au. ──── ayato, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya
cw. reader is gender neutral w/ you/your pronouns !!
genshin men reacting to someone talking down on you. ── Diluc, Ayato and Tighnari ── 3.6k
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ after a very long day the last thing you expected to happen was to be confronted with some rude person making unnecissary comments. Your boyfriend catches wind of it and just can't let that happen…
cw. gender neutral reader; canon universe; established relationship; cursing; maybe slighly ooc; people being mean but getting told off; little bit (also mentioning) of bullying (I do NOT agree with anything that this character is going to say!);
heaven help a fool who falls in love. ──── alhaitham, kaveh, tartaglia, wanderer, zhongli
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ love wasn't really in their plans, but now they're having a hard time letting you go.
cw. fluff
hold you close to my heart. ──── zhongli, childe, xiao, alhaitham, thoma, scaramouche
cw. modern!au, gn!reader, fluff, headcanon format.
hot/cute things they do. ──── Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli
cw. a bit of crack elements in some, Not proofread, if there’s any pronoun slips please tell me :) suggestive elements in some
how the genshin men ask for your attention. ──── kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe, kazuha, thoma, ayato, alhaitham, cyno
cw. gn reader, fluff (the boys are clingy <3) + they are all so in love with u god wtf get a room pls + minor spoilers for ayato’s story quest kinda (saying this just in case but idt it spoils that much)
how they react when you slip out of their arms. ──── Tighnari, Diluc, Zhongli
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ how the genshin boys react when you try to get out of their arms in bed because it's hot
cw. Fem reader, fluff, established relationship, clinginess, cuddles, sleeping in the same bed, silliness, a touch of angst, suggestive language?
how un-fur-tunate. ──── ayato, thoma, xiao
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ You turn into a cat! ...but you don't know whether your doting and overly protective lover is a blessing or a curse in this situation.
cw. fluff, crack, just jealous men
“i’d choose you”. ──── zhongli, xiao, kazuha, al haitham, ayato, heizou, albedo, scaramouche, childe, diluc, kaeya, itto, gorou, thoma, tighnari, cyno
cw. fluff, you and [character] are so in love with each other it’s making me get cavities ouchies, hint of reincarnation!au in zhongli's ;)
interrupted make-out session. ──── Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli
cw. gn reader, VERY STEAMY but generally still SFW bordering on not, you’ve been warned though, not proofread, some possessiveness, yes there are sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, did i say not proofread?, if there are pronoun slips please let me know.
kiss it better. ──── childe, albedo, pantalone, ayato, kaeya, scaramouche, dottore, diluc, zhongli, kazuha, cyno
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ the greatest lengths that he is willing to do for you.
kiss your genshin best friend to see his reaction. ──── Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ You’ve been best friends for a whilenow, and you definitely have those little feelings of maybe wanting to be more but you just don’t know how to convey it. So you take a leap of faith, put a hand on his cheek, and give him a peck on the lips. Something you’ve never done before. Hey, actions speak louder than words, right...?
cw. gn reader
lantern rite beauty. ──── diluc, zhongli, kaeya, childe, albedo, thoma, xiao
mellow hearts. ──── heizou, xiao, kazuha, ganyu, yoimiya, albedo, scaramouche, eula, venti
cw. fluff
my archon. ──── zhongli, al haitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, ayato, childe, wanderer
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you sit on the floor by his leg and lay your head on his lap; how does he react?
cw. mostly fluff, slightly suggestive on some, petnames (dear, little one - zhongli | bunny, babe - childe | puppy - ayato)
morning glory. ──── kazuha, scaramouche, heizou, xiao
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ mornings with him are nothing short of enchanting fantasies.
cw. gn!reader, fluff, established relationship
princess treatment only. ──── diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, childe, kazuha kaedehara, scary mooch, xiao, thoma, ayatoe, al-haitham, kaveh
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ genshin men being huge simps and spoiling u every chance they get <3
cw. gn but feminine implications (ie. princess treatment, reader wears heels and makeup, passenger princess), simping for reader, maybe ooc? swearing, fluff, some are modern aus, maybe innuendos?
protective lover. one - two
rejecting his cuddles. ──── al-haitham, cyno, diluc, scaramouche
cw. gn! reader. fluff
secret relationship with them. ── xiao, albedo, cyno, childe ── 1.4k
cw. gn!reader. modern au! slight college au?
seeing you get hit (the anthology) ──── diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ character become progressively worried about you not returning back - as the hours tick by, they notice a commotion has started and as they check it out find you in distress. Quickly they head to where you were and, well, their reaction to seeing you being accosted by someone in the middle of the city, let’s just say they took matters into their own hands.
sleeping with the genshin men. ──── albedo, ayato, childe, cyno, diluc, gorou. itto, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, tighnari, venti, xiao, zhongli
cw. pure fluff; established relationship; sfw, no pronouns
smitten kitten. ── one, two ── diluc, alhaitham
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Your lover has magically turned into a cat! (Please help him)
cw. fluff, crack?
stood up. ── one, two ── ayato, alhaitham
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Your boyfriend promised a long overdue date on the winter season—albeit how busy he was.
But as you waited and waited for him on the agreed spot, why does it look like he’s not coming?
cw. angst, comfort
sometimes the name doesn’t matter. ── alhaitham, ayato, diluc, kaeya ── 5.4k+
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ sometimes it matters that you are his wife.
cw. fem reader, fluff, established relationship, a little bit of bullying, a bit of unwelcome drunk flirting, characters are whipped for their wives
sun-kissed. ──── childe, diluc
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ your lover spends too much time under the sun and gets cute freckles!
cw. fem reader, pure fluff, established relationship
the 7-eleven diaries. ──── albedo, alhaitham, childe, scaramouche, venti
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ your job isn’t the best one out there, but it’s easy and keeps you from drowning in tuition fees and rent. working at a 7-eleven on a midnight shift was supposed to be peaceful, so why is it that you constantly find yourself being bothered by weird customers? (modern au)
cw. fluff, comedy, crack, cashier employee reader, modern au
them as sappylovers. ──── thoma, childe, xiao, albedo
there for you. ──── Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ when they walk in on someone else being mean to you
cw. gn! Reader, hurt/comfort; angst to fluff?; some might’ve been unintentional crack, honestly; may have themes of verbal and emotional ab*se; them being protective; scara showing his authority; toxic family in ayato’s par
too angry to sleep beside him. ── kunikuzushi, heizou ── 1k
cw. modern. gn!reader
trust fall!!! ──── diluc, zhongli, kaeya, bennett, scaramouche
cw. gn!reader, crack?? can be platonic or romantic, headcanons, short
when they get into a fight. ──── Diluc, Ayato, Thoma, Zhongli
cw. violence lol, mild mentions of harassment in Thoma’s, Y/n doesn’t know Zhongli is an archon
when you sleep on the couch after an argument. ── zhongli, diluc, alhaitham
cw. hurt/comfort, no pronouns used
you become a seelie. ──── cyno, dehya, al-haitham, kusanali, nilou, tighnari
⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.
cw. gender-neutral reader.
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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (2)
Part 1:
[Modern!Aemond x Fem!reader. Yellowjackets inspired.]
[Warnings: Gore gore gore baybbeeee, death, frontier medicine, Dark!Rhaena, substance use, peeing? idk]
[Summary: All they wanted was a little getaway. All they got was Nothing but Trouble!]
(Okay guys highkey did not expect to get more than like 2 notes so that was a very welcome surprise. POVs aside from Aemond/Reader won't be the rule, this chapter was an exception for plot reasons. Anyways, chapter 3 probably won't be coming until Sunday or Monday. As always let me know what y'all think ily)
Word Count: 5.4k
Song choice for a touch of ambiance
Chapter 2:
“I don’t know why she still hasn’t warmed up to me” Echoed from the hall, as Alys walked into the kitchen frowning. Aemond could still hear the angry yowls emanating from Vhagar, sounding somewhat like a possessed vacuum. 
Aemond set the bag of takeout down on the counter. A vibrating noise filled the air and Alys moved behind him, grabbing plates before glancing back towards his phone. “Do you need to get that?” She asked. Aemond could feel her gaze on the back of his head, and had to stave off the irritation that arose in him. 
“It’s Emerson being fucking hysterical.” He deadpanned, turning to look at her with a flat expression. “Apparently she’s got a bad feeling that the plane is too far north.” Wanting to move on from the topic, Aemond started scooping food onto his plate, Alys watching him curiously. She wasn’t the type to be jealous but something had obviously peaked her attention. 
“What does she want you to do about that exactly? You’re not an air traffic…” Alys waved her hand, furrowing her brow in concentration. Clearly deciding to let it go, she waved her hand and just said “Guy.” Aemond let out a derisive snort. As the buzzing started once again they met each other's gazes with mutual annoyance. Alys acted quickly, picking up the phone and accepting before blurting out a “Not available right now please leave a message!” and hanging up. Alys laughed and looked at him coyly, coming to lean against the counter so he could get a good look down her shirt. Aemond knew he should be taking the hint and ignoring the food, but he simply dug his fork into a piece of chicken and raised it to his lips. These days even Alys did little to bring him comfort. It wasn’t like he didn’t have ample time to fuck her until Y/N got home. Until you were back. 
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Whirring and intense clattering rang through the cabin. You blinked heavily, returning from the void. Pain bloomed across your side with each breath, and your right arm sat awkwardly outside the joint of your shoulder. Between the grinding sound of gears still trying to shift and the fog clouding your mind, another one of your father’s lessons came to you. 
90 seconds. His voice softly echoed in your ear. You tore your mask off and lowered your shaking hands to fumble with the belt buckle. Right hand moving clumsily,  barely finding a grip. You started to sob for a second before catching yourself and exhaling as steadily as you could. 90 seconds. You had to fight with the seatbelt to free yourself, your heart racing as it ate up more time you could not afford to waste. When you finally pulled the belt to an angle that unstuck it, you threw yourself from your seat. Your body protested, throbbing pain forcing you to grit your teeth. Focusing, you mustered a  “GET OUT!” knowing it didn’t make much of a dent compared to the cacophony that was already roaring inside the cabin. Breathing heavily, you pulled yourself to your feet and turned back. You crept into the aisle, putting your hand on the seat in front of you. Stepping over a metal bar stuck in at a weird angle, you hissed and pulled your hand back sharply as if you had been burnt. To your horror blood was smeared all over your right palm. As your gaze followed the source, you gasped at the sight of Tanselle. The metal rod you stepped over pinned her corpse to the seat by the collarbone, her oxygen mask still on. Electricity crackled loudly throughout the sweltering cabin. Ducking under an overhead compartment that had fallen loose, you turned instinctively when a bright light caught your attention. From one direction, sparks flared so you turned opposite. As you moved forward, the flimsy door was thrown back, and the immolated form of the flight attendant screamed in agony. An acrid scent akin to pork cracklings and burning polyester filled your nose as she let out a haunting screech. Doubling back in horror, you sighed in relief for a second. Baela’s little sister was throwing her small frame against the emergency exit. An escape. As your gazes locked you both understood and immediately tossed your good shoulder into it, hoping the door would budge. 90 seconds repeated in the back of your head. Your sore body screamed under the renewed abuse you were putting it through. Panic started to rise in the deeper animal parts of you as you felt irritation tickle at your throat. Coughing, you threw your combined weights into the door again, this time aided by Alysanne Blackwood. The metal protested and creaked as it gave way too slowly. A few of you had gathered around it by now, hysterical screams of “Push it out!” creating a chorus with prayers from Barba and Sara screaming at Floris to wake up. More coughs started to sound from the cabin as strange orange dust floated around. You couldn’t afford to register any of it happening, your focus had to be on pushing the door. Five hands forced the door open and you fell to the hard ground with an unceremonious thud. Not stopping to wipe the dirt off your face, you screamed “Help!” as loud as your hoarse throat permitted. Another voice joined yours before you raised your head. 
There was no help. 
There was nothing but pine trees as far as the eye could see. Your father’s words faded as white-hot animal instinct acted. Terrified of the coniferous sea before you, a high-pitched buzzing sounded in your ears as you stared emptily out ahead. For a second you swore you heard something. The faintest sound of a chant echoing through the muggy wind. You stumbled onto bruised legs and attempted to run into the perceived safety of the plane. “We have to go back.” You mumbled more to yourself than anybody else, willing your legs to push you toward the plane. Sara grabbed you at the same moment your better senses kicked into gear. 90 seconds. Glass spat out in every direction available, copper licks of flame rushing out after it. The explosion sent you keeling back a few inches. As the fuselage lit up, you stumbled back to meet the distressed gaze of Aly. 
“Have you seen Sabitha?” She looked like absolute dogshit, her black curls splayed wildly around her face and her bloodied nose resting at queer angle. You shook your head no as she let out a choked sob, stumbling towards the next girl she found. “Has anybody seen Sabitha?” Echoed out while you stumbled over, giving into a fit of coughing. Your throat and lungs burned, and your vision doubled. “Sabitha?” Rang out desperately again, before a man’s voice joined the fold. 
“Help!” Came the distant plea from Criston Cole. You watched as Baela’s little sister stopped dry heaving, raising her head with a quiet muttering of his name. 
“Ser Criston?” She screamed out, her voice hoarse. “I’m coming, Ser Criston!” she screamed back out as you hacked your lungs out into the dirt. You wiped away globs of saliva that fell from your lips to mix with the dirt and once more forced yourself to your feet. Ignoring the acrid scent of melting plastic and burning hair, you shoved the discomfort aside, wincing at your first few steps. “Ser? Ser!” Continued the shrill cry, and you trailed after Rhaena to see Criston Cole lying under a sheet of the hull. A group of you now crowded around him and he struggled against it. Groaning, Criston turned to look at all of you. 
“Hey girls. Is it uh.. Can you move it?” 
“Yeah. Yeah.” Multiple voices piped up, and you silently nodded. “Here. Come on. Come on!” The choir continued, the faint chanting just a little bit louder off in the distance. Promising your body this would be your last major exertion for the day, you came to a squat and pushed against the metal with all the force that remained in your drained abused muscles. Your legs and left side ached with tension, your useless right arm throbbing with white-hot pain. The panel lifted with a heavy creak, and you got a front-and-center view of the mess that used to be Criston’s leg. It looks like the gel dummies from Spirit. Not sparing the time to admonish yourself for the thought, your body reacted on instinct as you let out an “Oh fucking Gods” before gagging at the sight, the smell of iron and raw meat weighing heavily in the air. Whimpering while Myrielle vomited into the brush, you got up to your feet and moved your attention to the soot-covered figure of Sabitha. 
“Surprise.” She said simply, giving Sara a pointed glare that you didn’t understand. Relief crossed Floris’s face at the sight of her, you couldn’t help but feel the same. 
“Sabitha!” Aly’s relieved cry broke some of the tension that hung in the air, and Sabitha let out a grunt as her arms wrapped tightly around the redhead’s form. The two of them embraced and you shifted your gaze back. Rhaena walked quietly past the group of you carrying an ax. Dread forming in your gut, you walked after her. 
“Rhaena what are you-” Baela and you looked on in horror as her sister raised the ax above her head, bringing it down in one fell swoop inches above the mangled ruin of Criston’s leg. Criston– mercifully– was unconscious for it. Myrielle screamed and Baela’s hands shook, staring at the blood spatter across her little sister’s face. Turning to Baela, the two of you held onto each other. “What the fuck.” She whispered, your thoughts echoed exactly. You raised your gaze to meet Rhaena’s and she unfolded her glasses, methodically putting them back on her face. You didn’t miss the tremor in her hands at the action. Wordlessly she discarded the ax, dropping her hands to undo the belt at her jeans. When it was in hand, she dropped to her knees and formed a rough tourniquet tying the barbie-pink leather off a few inches above the fresh stump. When she finished she turned back towards where the rest of you had gathered, blood running down her face. 
“Help me move him.” She commanded.
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Despite Alys’s earlier actions, Emerson didn’t relent. After growing weary of his phone constantly vibrating, he simply turned it off. Thanking the Seven that nobody but staff knew the landline, he poured two glasses of wine, happy to enjoy his first night of vacation. Sitting next to Alys on the couch watching some trash TV show she insisted on, his mind wandered back to you. He wondered if your flight had landed, and hoped it would soon so that your girlfriend would go back to venting her neuroses onto you instead. He reminded himself to place a hand on Alys’s thigh, ignoring the way she brushed her leg to the side so his palm rested closer to the apex of her thighs. Not sparing her a glance, he impassively watched the moronic show ahead of them, wondering once again how people watched this sort of thing. 
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Rhaena was giving instructions to everybody on treating injuries. You set about tearing  t-shirts apart, shredding items your friends had gotten days before the trip. You snickered under your breath for a second, suddenly glad for your packrat nature. Rhaena stepped over you to stand over Criston. Moving the fabric you had draped over the wound, she tutted approvingly. 
“Okay, bleeding’s slowing down. But we need to disinfect it somehow.” Rhaena paused, turning to you suddenly. Her gaze was less unsettling now that she had wiped some of the blood off her face. “Maybe something from the bar cart?” She asked, with the tone of a command. You shook your head no and sighed briefly. 
“I saw it go out before..” You stopped where you were, your gaze halting where Jacaerys Velaryon stood. The vein popping in his forehead told you he knew exactly what you meant. “I don’t know where it is, or if any of the bottles are still intact.” Disappointment weighed on you, even though you rationally knew nobody could have done anything. 
“Maybe somebody brought contraband.” Barba Bolton’s tone pierced the silence, her pale gaze lingering on Baela. With the weight of the group's eyes on her, Baela held back a smirk. Looking down, she leaned against the tree. “Okay, wow.” She chuckled. “Fuck you guys, first off.”
“Well did you?” her twin questioned, Baela sparing no time to roll her eyes and shrug. 
“Well obviously, but I stashed it in my bag, and only the gods know where that is now.” Her tone was annoyed, but the resulting silence was cut when Sabitha called out. 
“Guys how about this?” She asked, lifting a bottle of toner. Sara immediately protested, her face twisting childishly. 
“Hey that’s m-” when Sabitha brought her gaze back to Sara she looked away. The soot lining half of Sabitha’s face evoked some obvious guilt in the queen bee “-a great idea, Sabitha.” she trailed off. Sabitha continued her glare as Rhaena poured it over the wound and Criston woke up to scream. 
“Fuck.” Hissing out a breath as the last splash ran down mangled flesh, Criston raised his head. Screaming again, Rhaena forced him to lie back. “Fuck, my leg.” He wheezed between pained grunts. “Is it bad?” Before Rhaena could step in, Aly leaned in closer to Criston, shooting Rhaena a look. 
“You’re gonna be fine, Ser Criston. You got pretty banged up but Rhaena’s doing a really good job. Right, Rhaena?” Her mouth moved as if she was about to argue with Aly before the taller girl pulled her off to the side. As they bickered, you used a strip of cloth to dab some of the sweat off Criston’s brow. 
“It’s a break.” you added quickly, forcing a smile that you hoped was reassuring to trail across your face. It wasn’t technically a lie, but it would be better for him to find out in the hospital tomorrow. 
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Aemond was in the kitchen when he heard the door slam. As Alys was the only other one home and he could see her sitting on the couch, he let out a huff as he realized who it was. Alys stood to meet the enraged Emerson before she sidestepped the older woman and slapped Aemond as hard as she could muster. It was pitiful really, and she slapped him on the side that was partially numb from scar tissue. “Selfish” Her hands came out to shove against Aemond’s chest, hazel eyes alight with fury. “Fucking BASTARD.” She screamed, half-mad as Aemond stood there. “Why didn’t you answer your fucking phone?” She demanded, Alys’s voice softly piped up from the living room. Aemond raised a hand to silence her. He turned his attention back to Emerson, who was pulling out her phone with shaking hands. Refreshing a tab, she cursed the buffering symbol. Alys’s voice rose again, her eyes meeting Aemond’s in a pointed glare that meant he was going to catch hell later. Turning back to Emerson he waited for her to show him whatever the fuck she was rambling about. A soft gasp sounded, but Aemond ignored it. 
“Guys.” Alys said, when Aemond moved to raise his hand again Alys groaned. “Godsdammit look.” She said, turning up the volume to the TV she was gesturing at. Aemond’s throat went dry at the newscaster’s entirely too-chipper tone. Happily rambling on about the news as if it were a favorable sports game. 
‘Shocked that it never arrived in the hangar. Originally destined for Gulltown, the flight last pinged in somewhere over Hornwood. Experts are now beginning to prepare search and rescue teams, mapping out an area of possible wreckage sites.’ 
He turned to look at Emerson, her face twisted in shock. Tears fell wordlessly as she shook her head and muttered quiet “No’s” over and over again. Quickly feeling something churn in his gut, he looked to Alys before turning away in sudden revulsion. They all stood quiet for a few more moments. Alys broke the silence as she grabbed her purse. 
“I think it would be better if I went home.” Stated casually, emotionlessly. Such was Alys. He nodded before swallowing hard and moving to the bar. Pouring himself a triple scotch, he looked to Emerson expectantly. When she nodded he poured a separate glass for her too and brought them over. Emerson looked a mess, her makeup smeared down a face swollen from crying. Sniffling again, Aemond slid her glass over to her and watched her take a hearty gulp. After taking another, and a few seconds to compose herself she finally spoke. 
“All you had to do was just call the fucking airline.” she was barely intelligible, her voice still choked by tears. Before Aemond could say anything, Emerson shook her head and got up. Leaving him to his thoughts and the blaring newscast. He fiddled with his wedding band, anxiously shifting it around his ring finger. 
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 You hissed as Rhaena fed your arm through a sling. It was nothing compared to the pain of her setting the joint back into the socket but you weren’t missing your fucking leg so you didn’t feel you had the right to complain too much. After she got the sling over your arm you thanked her and stepped away. The small form of Lucerys Velaryon was darting around the brush. “Dad?” He called out. Fuck. He hadn’t seen his father get sucked out with the door. You shook your head remorsefully, before going to Aly and helping her rummage through suitcases to pool everything that could be used. The two of you had set into your work with a steady rhythm you were grateful for. It was tedious work, but it was something to focus your shell-shocked mind on. Something repetitive. Grabbing a bottle of Midol from Tanselle’s suitcase and tossing it with the keep pile, Barba exclaimed from further down the clearing. 
“My bags!” Tearing into them with a ferocity you didn’t know the gentle girl possessed, you stood up and went to her. She hugged a teddy bear as close to her chest as possible, and you smiled at the sight. Suddenly pulled back down to earth by your circumstances again. Refocusing, you reasoned there were bound to be more bags near her that needed to be searched. A sigh of relief escaped you at the sight of your carry-on. Unzipping it with your left hand and tossing it over, you looked over the contents with a sigh of relief. While most of your things were undoubtedly going to the mountain of pooled resources at the center of the makeshift camp, you were relieved to have a journal just for yourself. The peace was interrupted by a shriek from Barba. You pulled her away from whatever was scaring her before looking up. Luke screamed seconds later, everybody’s eyes raising to Laenor’s unmoving body in the tree. A branch jutted out of his abdomen–the liver, you can survive that– but getting him down from where he rested 15 feet above them would be impossible. 
“It’s Dad!” He screamed again, his voice cracking this time. “Dad.” Wails rose to burnt treetops, as you moved to pull the younger boy in towards you. 
“Luke, Luke. Shhhh.” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his lanky frame as he sobbed. Anybody with a working set of eyes could see that there was no blood relation between the two, but the man still raised him. 
“Okay who has the best arm?” Sara asked suddenly, stepping forward and looking around. She looked stressed, her mask cracked for a few seconds before she returned to her peppy self. 
“What?” Other voices echoed in agreement as you looked at her bewildered. Raising your eyebrows at her to continue, she explained. 
“I was thinking we could.. you know,” Sara paused before looking to Floris for support, followed by Myrielle and you. “Try and.. throw things at him, see if he moves.” You shook your head while Aly stepped forward. 
“You want to throw rocks at his Dad,” she paused, gesturing to Luke’s cowering form. “Who fell out of a fucking plane?” She questioned, Sabitha stepping forward to bridge the distance between her and Aly. A sneer twisted across her face at Aly’s words. 
“I didn’t say rocks!” Sara defended, looking exasperated. As if the trials of leadership had been placed on her shoulders by the group. “Someone’s shoe or whatever.” She insisted. Sabitha chuckled at that, stepping forward again. 
“Oh yeah, that’s a fuck ton smarter. You’re on fire today, Sara. Oh, wait! That was supposed to be me, huh?” 
“What?” You interjected, before Floris stepped forward. 
“Okay guys, stop it. We need a plan.” Silence fell for a fraction of a second before Barba piped up. 
“We could lower him with ropes?” The suggestion came as more of a squeak than anything, and you felt bad. Barba was the sweetest person you knew, but this wasn’t the place for naivete. Baela shot her a look before she gestured wildly giving a “Vines, maybe?” followed with a shrug. 
“Oh fuck’s sake Barba we’re not gonna Tarzan him out of a tree with vines and ropes.” Baela rolled her eyes and turned back to the tree. 
“Do you have a better idea?” Myrielle piped up, crossing her arms as she turned to face the tall blonde. 
“Sure! Let’s just cut the fuckin’ tree down!” Baela exclaimed as sarcastically as she could muster, her pantomiming was cut short by another “Dad?” coming out of nowhere. Jacaerys looked up at the tree, starting to run towards it. “Dad!” 
“No don’t” You wanted to chase after him but your arm was still wrapped around the younger Luke. you shot a look towards Baela and she went after him. It was too late though, the older boy was climbing up the tree before the rest of you could do anything about it. Rhaena came out with sheets that she passed around to everybody. You let go of Luke and grabbed a side with your good hand, your palm sweating enough that you questioned what good you were even doing. As the rest of you worked to tie the sheets together you all held your breath simultaneously. 
Wood creaked under Jace’s weight, and Baela screamed at him to get down. As the brunette scrambled back you all turned away with a whimper as the branch holding Laenor crashed down. When you looked over, his fingers were twitching softly as the gurgling noises stopped. The branch that had been jutting out of his abdomen before the fall had wedged itself even further, you turned away from the grisly sight and thanked the gods for your iron stomach. Your eyes came to focus on the bark of a tree across the way from you. There was something etched into the bark, and your heart dropped into your gut in recognition of the triangular sigil.
Hours later you all sat around the campfire. Aly and Sabitha sat next to each other, with the latter digging into a bag of barbeque CornNuts. Baela stoked the fire and Floris broke the silence. “I’m sure the plane has an emergency transmitter sending out a distress signal.” came softly, only the crackling of the fire interrupting the silence after. “They’ll be here to rescue us by morning.” The reassurance in her tone was more for herself than the rest of you, but it was appreciated nonetheless. 
“Still..” Sara chimed in, looking into the fire. “Maybe we should conserve some food?” she suggested, looking to Floris for reassurance. After that, she looked over towards Sabitha, who put her most recent handful back into the bag. “In case they don’t get here until later in the day?” she questioned. The atmosphere tensed again, with Sabitha rolling her eyes.
Drawing her lips into a hard line and nodding, Sabitha looked directly at Sara. “You want to save the CornNuts?” Sara didn’t answer and shifted her gaze back to the campfire. Silence resumed afterward. You looked over towards Barba, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. Glancing over to Aly and raising a brow, she shrugged. “You okay Barba?” Aly questioned, reaching a hand out to gently pat her on the shoulder. Barba’s pale blue eyes were rimmed with tears, and she shook her head no. 
“This is all my fault.” She squeaked. You and Baela shot each other a questioning look. “I did something really bad.” When Baela shrugged you looked towards Aly who was clueless as everybody else. “I kept screwing up in my piano lesson last week.” She sniffled, pulling her legs tighter to her chest. “Mrs. Baratheon kept yelling at me,” more tears fell down her face. She looked apologetically at Floris as the group simultaneously questioned where the fuck this was going. “Sharp. F sharp. F sharp,” she continued. “I just... I couldn’t take it anymore.” Barba’s head shook as she continued, her long dark hair shaking over her shoulders. “So I called her a bad word. Just in my head, but the Gods heard.” She insisted, a finality to her tone as she sniffled once more. Curiosity twisted in you, and you had to hold back the urge to dismiss her. The way Aemond always did to you. “Now we’re all being punished.” Barba sounded heartbroken, the waterworks resuming before you piped up. 
“What did you call her?” You asked gently, shooting her a sympathetic glance. 
Barba turned to face you, looking both ways before leaning in your direction. “Cunt.” she whispered. She looked around again as if terrified she’d be smitten by lightning. Sabitha started laughing and Aly hit her lightly on the arm. Baela joined before Floris did as well. Aly let out a guffaw and Barba looked hurt at everybody laughing. Rhaena looks around, gauging everybody’s reactions before she starts laughing as well. Crushed at her reaction, you spoke up before you could stop yourself.
“My marriage is fake.” The words hung heavy in the air for a second. 
“What?” Floris questioned.
Figuring it was too late to take it back now, you swallowed, reasoning that if you survived this you could argue it was a lie you made under the influence of a head injury. “I only married him so I could get a green card. I love Emerson.” You confessed. Despite the general beating you took, you felt lighter finally being able to say that aloud to other people. The silence drove you wild as you watched people look at each other. Finally, Baela and Aly looked at each other, before Aly made eye contact with you. 
“We know.” She said softly. “We’ve always known. We just weren’t willing to let you go back to Lys.” tears stung at your eyes, as you nodded heartily. “If you asked us we definitely could’ve set you up with somebody better though.” You laughed softly, overwhelmed at just how much you loved your friends. While others went around telling their plane-crashing secrets, Rhaena grabbed a piece of shrapnel and put the end into the fire until it glowed. After Sara finished her story about watching nude scenes on her family’s flat-screen TV, Rhaena walked off. While you all laughed at it Sara eventually turned to Floris, her best friend. 
“How about you Baratheon, any secrets big enough to crash a godsdamned plane?” Floris suddenly looked antsy, shifting on the log. Before she could start, a scream punctuated the air. 
Rhaena held the shrapnel off to the side, Criston once again unconscious as she set the metal against a tree. The smell of cracklings hung in the air as you looked at Cole’s cauterized leg. “What the fuck, Rhaena” Myrielle demanded, before Rhaena looked back at her. 
“I had to stop the bleeding for good.” She seemed entirely too calm as she sighed. You left the scene in shock, increasingly indebted to and unnerved by Baela’s little sister. 
Exhaustion had set in for most of the camp, and you found yourself losing the battle against sleep. You sat up for a few more minutes, holding your left hand out. The wedding band was stunning, winding white gold inlaid with black diamonds and rubies. Watching the firelight glint off the stones for a few more moments, you brought your left hand to where your right poked out of the sling. After you slipped the ring off your finger, you stared at it for a moment before pocketing it. Easing your aching body against the hard ground, you set your head on the cushion of a plane seat you had torn out earlier. Looking to Aly on your left side, and Baela on the right you reflected on this officially being the worst fucking sleepover you’ve ever had.
—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rhaena awoke suddenly, the familiar biological urge taking over as she groaned in sleepy frustration. Sitting up and putting her glasses on, Rhaena stared into the fire for a few moments. Looking at the sleeping bodies before gingerly stepping out of the campsite to go take care of her business. Twenty feet from camp she heard a twig snap and instinctively ducked behind a tree “I don’t know how Rhaena knows half the shit she does, but honestly thank the Gods.” Sabitha said Rhaena could hear the exasperation in her tone. “Sorry, I just..” Twigs snapped as the group continued walking. Rhaena pressed further into the tree. “We would be so completely fucked if she wasn’t here.” A wide smile split Rhaena’s face. She had always been the forgettable one. After her Mom’s death, it seemed like she just stopped existing. Her father could only ever be bothered to spend time with Baela. Everybody at Barth loved Baela. The girl who invited her on this trip didn’t even know her. She just invited her because she was Baela’s twin. She coasted through life in the background, floating by only because Baela would fuck up anybody who looked at her sideways. Euphoria flooded through Rhaena’s veins at the unwitting praise, she hadn’t recalled a time she ever overheard anybody saying anything good about her. Rhaena’s heart clenched as a toothy grin flashed across her face. Squatting down, Rhaena quickly peed. She reflected on all the times she took toilet paper for granted. Or scrolling through Instagram when on the toilet. Still basking in her high, Rhaena’s eyes landed on a strange red light reflecting off a branch. After she finished and pulled her pants back up she approached the source of the light. Stepping over the tree trunk in her way, she picked up the box in front of her. Flight Recorder was printed neatly on the side, and the red light kept flickering. Floris’s earlier words echoed through her head, and an urgent sense of terror gripped her. Rhaena wasn’t ready to go back to how things were. People loved her out here. She mattered. An entirely too serene smile came across her face, and she wondered what her father would think if he could see her now. Letting a soft giggle bubble up from her chest, Rhaena slammed the black box into the ground. As soon as it lowered she raised it back up and brought it down even harder into a rock. Her frenzy didn’t stop there, years of frustration vented into the sturdy metal box. Rhaena didn’t relent, grunting in exertion as she picked up a rock and slammed it into the box again, grabbing it one last time. Heaving it back onto her lap, she pulled on the one exposed wire as hard as she could, gasping as the red light went out with a spark. She fell back in shock, a smile wavering on her face as she tossed the cable to the side. Giggling, she leaned her head back and let her lashes flutter shut a second. Vacations weren’t meant to last one night, after all. She thought as she got up and walked back to camp with skip in her stride.
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(I know that Dark!Rhaena is wildly OOC but the thought of Daemon's most mild-mannered child going Misery on Criston fucking Cole was too funny to pass up. Here's to Dark!Rhaena, you go you lil freak. Also let me know if you liked the song, and whether or not you guys would be interested in me linking songs that kinda fit the ambiance at certain points in the fic? Mostly ambient stuff and it won’t be an every paragraph thing. Mostly for oomph.)
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waterfallofspace · 8 months
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🛏 & 🌵 for Tetchou or Fukuchi? Or both?~ IDK
Thank youu~~ I'm not super confident in their voices yet, but I gave it a shot! Super short little things, just to get back into the flow of writing~ I did one prompt each, hope that's alright~
Under cut (cw for both: bad writing <3) 🛏 for T/etchou 🌵 for F/ukuchi (cw: violence)
~~ TETCHOU - 🛏 (Sleepy) ~~
"iszch'diue-!"
"Do you really have to do that?" Jouno complains, aiming a wadded up paper ball towards the source of irritation.
Tetchou takes the hit easily, letting his gaze wander to his collogue. They're all pretty tense, the mission had gone longer than expected, and it was not in a hunting dog's duties to skip work the next morning. Even if they're running on zero sleep.
"It's not exactly like I'm cho... chzshh'ieu-! zschh- aizshh'uu-! choosing this." The rough sniffle that follows leaves Jouno groaning, another paper weapon hitting it's mark.
"Maybe not, but you could certainly try to be quieter about it." Jouno rests his head against his hand, a yawn slipping out between his pursed lips. "Does it always have to be such a-"
"tzschh'dieu-! aizchh- kzschh- hp'tZSHHHIue-!"
"-production." Jouno finishes his sentence with another heavy sigh, this time throwing the tissue box near Tetchou's head. "If you're going to be doing that, at least try covering. I don't want whatever you got."
"I'b dot-" Tetchou winces, pulling a few tissues out and directing a heady blow into them before trying again. "I'm not sick. This just happens when I'm tired, you know that."
The sigh that follows confirms that, yes, this was in fact a known occurrence. Unfortunately, knowing why it's happening doesn't prevent it from happening.
Tetchou takes the brief intermission between outbursts to rest his head against his arms. One eye shuts, then another, until soon the world is starting to fade away, drifting peacefully off into-
"et'pschh- ep'zshh- hH'ZESHHIUH-!"
Whack.
Rubbing his head as the paper ball rolls to a stop on his desk, Tetchou sniffles with just a hint more volume then required. The action earns him a long string of explatives in response.
"aiZSHh'iuu-!"
This is gonna be a long day.
~~ FUKUCHI - 🌵 Inconvenient ~~
"How about this. You tell me what I need, and maybe I'll let you leave here with all your limbs still attached, how's that sound?"
The air of confidence to Fukuchi's voice isn't for show. Just like in every other case, he's certain if a fight broke out, he alone would be victorious. But today he's... let's just say "in a rush" would be an understatement.
"You really think you could take me?" The criminal retorts, a scoff breaking from his bared teeth. Fukuchi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course today he got stuck with feisty.
The Mafioso reaches into his pocket, swirling around to face Fukuchi with a pocket knife at the ready. It would be laughable under any other circumstances.
"I'll gihhve you one last chance to tehh... hDT- guhh... tell me what I want to know and walk away peacefully," Fukuchi offers, hand slowly dropping from his nose down to the handle of his sword.
A chuckle is the response, the Mafioso tightening his grip. "And why would I do that? Your voice is trembling, high and mighty hunting dog. Scared of a little fight?"
"Not qu- quite..." Comes the reply, Fukuchi muttering a curse as the sensation dies down again. The Mafioso seemed to take this as hesitance, lunging towards him with a cry.
In a single move, Fukuchi pins him to the wall, one hand holding his shoulder, the other gripping his wrists. The mafioso lets out a muffled squeak as Fukuchi tightens his grip.
"Now see, you went and puhhht... put yourself in a bit of... ohhhf... a bind," Fukuchi says, a grin spreading across his face as his eyes begin to water.
"Oh yeah? And what would tha-" "RSHHH'aa-! heh'RRSHH-! ARRSHH'oo-!"
As the realization that he was just sneezed on starts to set in, a shudder runs through the Mafioso, followed by a string of curses that would make even Kunikida blush.
Wiping his nose against his shoulder, Fukuchi gives a deep chuckle, releasing his grip. The Mafioso eyes him with distain as another hitch leaves his eyes fluttering.
"I did try to wa... hH! hDT- uhh... Really thought I had it that time. It keeps-" Fukuchi pauses, surveying the alley he no finds himself alone in. A chuckle breaks through, and soon he's leaning against the wall as laughter shaking his body.
"Guess that's what I get for working while sick. Universe telling me to take a br- breahhh... break."
Rounding them up would be the right thing to do but...
"hRZSHH'aa-! AKSHHH'oo-! Congratulations, you've earned yourself one more day of freedom. I'll send Teruko out tomorrow," He pauses with one more nose wipe, making a mental note to wash the uniform.
"For now, I... I.... ARRZSHHH'oo-! I need a nap."
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aworldinsideofthem · 1 year
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Shadow and Bone season two thoughts
I tweeted a little as I watched, but I realised I wanted to put together my thoughts more longform, so here we go. In general: I liked it still but not as much as S1, I had Thoughts.
Spoilers for all of the season after the read more.
Idk maybe its the fact that they started referencing events from Crooked Kingdom - a source I care about a lot and um more than some of the other books - that I started to get pickier but I did.
To quickly get the Mal, Alina, Darkling, Nikolai plot of it all. I liked all the new casting (Nikolai took a little to grow on me, but Tolya and Tamar were great the whole way through). Generally I was fairly unmoved by it all, but this plot really isn't why I am watching the show. Genya gave me some feelings. Zoe Wannamaker is great. I preferred Ben Barnes' villain moments more in S1 but the end in the desert did make me feel a little bit.
I'll deal with the !!! end separately.
So, the Crows. I wasn't sure what I expected them to do - knowing that they wouldn't do The Ice Court - but idk I was a little surprised they mined Crooked Kingdom the way they did because in my mind it so clearly needs the events of SOC for emotional reasons for CK events to work, but I think they ... sort of pulled it off. Sort of.
I mean, they rushed the fuck out of it. I know they wanted to reunite the plots but I wanted more out of Kaz's revenge and yes we got a lot of investigation of Kaz's trauma but I wanted a bit more set-up for all the Crows. The cane fight was very good though. Freddy was great in the confrontation scene - so good - but I admit I missed the quiet of the book church scene and that only Inej saw it. Inej not being there, it being surrounded by lots of people ... it felt different.
The Kanej: they hinted at book stuff but it all just felt a little watered down. Yes we got the bandages scene but only nods to it because they're not really there yet emotionally, and yes he tried to get her out and got her freedom but I didn't really see the point in having that weird fight in the middle. Yes, he is pushing her away but it just seemed odd. The hallucination scene was feelings-y but kinda confusing in why they had that for Inej, but the recovery form it was nicely done with the softness in Kaz's eyes before the !!! sets in. However the final ep "I will have you without armour" scene was pretty great. And his looks when he saw her walk back with Alina and the sword! I love them.
Wesper: I liked Jack's Wylan from the get go and I thought him and Kit had good chemistry. Even with the plot changes I found them very cute and charming.
Also the bit where Jesper lists off how Kaz couldn't imagine doing this without him, and Kaz said yes all of that - but not the unlimited tab. I love me some Kaz and Jesper friendship.
Nina with the Crows was great. She doesn't take Kaz's bullshit and I loved the "there is five of us" moment at the end.
Matthias: welp sorry Calahan you had shit all to do. I did assume they were gonna get him out this season but uh guess that is for the Ice Court spinoff.
The end: haha they sure changed a lot there. A lot. Are they setting up something for S&B S3 and also SOC?? Now with Dark Alina in charge of Ravka and King of Scars Nikolai stuff?? Mal going away with Tolya, Tamar and Inej?? I liked that Inej is getting a pirate slave hunter moment (but I still need that Kanej boat scene. I need it). I guess they'll find a way to get her back? Will she get caught?? So many questions. So random.
I don't care about Mal x Alina really but uh if I did and that ending happened and I was expecting the R&R ending. Well.
Are they going to do a Tolya and Inej moment? I have mixed feelings.
Anyway in conclusion: I love the Crows! Some things were good! The actors were all great! But eh some choices I'm not sure about it. I need the Ice Court story though. Please Netflix.
Yes I have read book scenes and I might go hunt down some of my Kanej fic faves ...
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diamondcitydarlin · 2 years
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I s2g we have like an unholy tradition on this site of making up our minds about how a season of a show is going to be before any of it airs and getting preemptively, irrationally angry at the stuff we basically just made up on the basis of flimsy SEO articles that take people's quotes of context and our own grim imaginations. Like, no offense but the n@ndermo tag right now is just a lot of people angry about stuff they've made up in their own heads based on the few hints we've gotten thus far. It'll be something like...idk, we'll hear a trash can is going to be involved in the next season and within a matter of hours there'll be a handful of people that will have decided for some reason that Nandor is definitely going to throw Guillermo into the trashcan and HOW DARE HE DO THAT, AND HOW DARE THE WRITERS WRITE HIM DOING THAT AND HOW DARE- (I mean, that absolutely could happen in an ep but you see my point)
I feel like, on the one hand, it must originate from early tumblr fandom roots, that whole culture back in the early 2010's of latching on to media written by cishet yt men with no interest in what queer audiences want to see or experience (some of whom even felt actively resentful of their queer, poc and younger fans bc they weren't the young cishet yt male audience they wanted to attract in the first place) and being disappointed again and again and again by our own unrealistic expectations. I feel like this created an environment of constantly waiting for the paint to peel, like when is this show going to make it painfully clear they resent us as viewers and not only have no intention of depicting things we'd like to see, but will make an active effort to destroy/invalidate those things? Not a matter of if, but a matter of when.
And I get that, to an extent. We were all much younger then and we didn't know then what we know now.
But like...without naming specific titles, I still see this early 10's blind optimism being put towards newer source material that, to me, is pretty clearly written for a yt cishet male audience and will probably not ever deliver on the queer subplot everyone wants to see, though I have no doubt they'll continue to play around subtly with the possibility until they invalidate it at the last moment by having both male characters get married off to female characters we barely know. I hope I'm wrong! But I don't think I am!
And that would be fine on its own, it's not my place or my business to tell people what to enjoy and how, but it's discouraging when media that is written for a queer and otherwise marginalized audience and has a made a point of prioritizing their perspectives gets held to these ridiculous standards of expectation. Like, it's more than enough in YT Man Queerbait S5 for them to hold each other's gaze longer than a second, but if the gay shows don't stick to the script and have them making out, fucking and married right now, plot and characters be damned, then it's all trash. IT'S ALL TRASH APPARENTLY.
I don't think anyone doing this is thinking that critically about it, which is part of the problem. Either way it's really annoying and I needed to vent about it lol.
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mossywizard · 3 years
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Obey Me really holds me back on being the himbo that I am. 👏🏻👏🏻 I don’t need to pretend to be respectable !! Let me be foolish!!!!
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hpalways · 3 years
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genshin boys confessing to you
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters included: Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya
Warning: Nothing ( Except for the fact this is the first time I’ve written something like this LOL. I apologize if this is not how you write scenarios/hcs cus uhhh idk)
Childe/Tartaglia
He wasn’t sure how to go about it. Maybe it was the way he had held himself back from you for so long -- hiding his true self like the two faced bastard he truly was. 
For the entirety of his life, he spent on the idea of chaos. Now that love had been introduced to him, it was like another new field of adventure for him to overcome. 
The last thing he expected in his lifetime was to experience romance. Albeit, you were there, wrapping him around your finger, alluring him in wholly. He had enough of his feelings eating him away, and knew that he had to confess tonight. 
You were brought to the Liyue Harbor at night. The golden lights illuminating the city was beautiful and it mesmerized you instantly. But to him? You were the more beautiful than the stupid structures that made him feel homesick. To him, you were home. 
You asked him what was wrong, but he merely shook his head, a small smile adorn on his lips to cover the fact that he was getting unnerved. 
“Come, dear Comrade. Let’s go closer to the sea.” He wanted to get you somewhere more private, away from the crowds filled of unwanted attention. His hand wrapped around your wrist and his heart instantly raced. 
You leaned your arms at the edge of the dock and turned to look at him. He was giving you another smile, but this time, his dark blue eyes were crinkled. It was one of those sheepish smiles he’d give out; the kind that was genuine and pure -- the kind he’d only wear around you. 
“Can I tell you something?” He would not wait for a response before he’d blurt it out. “I like you, [Y/N].”
Throwing your arms around him, you told him that the feeling was mutual. 
Zhongli
He couldn’t stop thinking about the mere mortal -- you. Unsure and confused as to why you had been on his mind so often lately, he decided to invite you out to tea one night. Perhaps he could ask you about it -- after all, if he couldn’t figure it out, he might as well seek out the source of his turmoil.
Sipping the tea in silence, he tasted the sweet golden liquid in delight. The warmth it gave to his body reminded him of you. Hearing gentle words or feeling the touch of your hand would usually make him feel warm inside. 
He set the teacup down and fixed his gloves, thinking deeply that his brows furrowed. Leaning on the back of his chair, he suddenly made eye contact with you. 
You sent him a grin and took another sip of the tea. He blinked in awe and tried to regain his composure. Somehow, he would always find himself letting his guard down around you... but then this would happen! 
Perhaps he was overthinking. Everyone else always said that he did, despite him not seeing it. 
Finally choosing to tell you what was on his mind, he unbottled his feelings... in a rather abstract way. “You remind me of this tea. Just as it is when I drink its delightful honied taste, you impact me exactly as that. I feel warm around you and all my worries ease away the second you smile. Do you why know I feel this way, [Y/N]?”
You raised your brows in shock. Then you joked around, saying that it sounded as if he liked you. 
Much to your further surprise, he pondered and did not laugh along. His gloved hand stroking the bottom of his chin, he stared at the wooden oak of the table in deep contempt. “I think... that might be it. I think I like you.”
Diluc
He was in love with you, but he did not know how to voice it. Seen as stoic and quiet, he preferred to push his feelings down whenever he saw you at the tavern. 
He knew your favorite drink and would always have it prepared in case you chose to visit. And whenever he told you that it was in stock, he could see and relinquish the excitement you show. 
That night, as he handed you the alcoholic drink, your fingers brushed at the exchange and his cheeks warmed at the contact. He wished you would just leave so he could pay attention to his work, but instead, you asked him to join you. 
After much pleading from you and having the case of being weak against puppy faces, he relented and joined you at the table, after asking the other worker to cover him. 
He got the usual: grape juice. You teased him for his choice and he only rolled his eyes, yet the smile made its way on his face anyway. He was taken aback when you decided to drink grape juice along with him. You were going to stay sober for him? 
This gave him another push. He wanted so badly to just let his feelings out. 
You told him that grape juice was delicious and a surge of confidence tipped him over the edge. “There’s something you need to hear.” You looked at him with those eyes of yours, oblivious to his oncoming declaration. It nearly made him cower back again, but the love he had for you was stronger. “I have feelings for you.”
Blinking for a few seconds, you then smiled, almost in relief. “Took you long enough, doofus. Because I like you too. Why else would I visit the tavern so often?”
Kaeya
He was beginning to grow annoyed. Left and right, he had been dropping hints for the feelings he held for you, but being the dense person you were, you barely bat an eye at them. 
His fingers would twirl in your hair and he would whisper compliments into your ear. Expecting you to grow nervous around him, he was only met by disappointment when you rolled your eyes and called him a tease. 
That was true. He flirted often and pretty obviously. But these feelings were genuine for you! He loved your smile, your laugh, your demeanor, your everything. 
It scared him. Perhaps you didn’t like him that way. Perhaps he flirted with you too much it held no effect on you. 
There was one thing he could not do: Outright say that he liked you. The best he could do was to continue these shenanigans. 
Tilting his head dangerously close to your face, his heart dropped when your face contained no reaction to the proximity. Day after day, it was getting increasingly difficult. 
Finally deciding to give it one more go, his hint was a way more obvious one. It was blunt and it expressed exactly what was felt internally at that moment. “Can I kiss you?” 
You instantly backed away from him, your face falling in... betrayal. Hurt was clear in your eyes as tears prickled the corners of them. He didn’t know what to do. Rushing to you, he asked what was wrong, before embracing you, pulling you into his warm chest. 
You told him how unfair it was. You were tired of how he kept playing with your feelings -- tired because the teasing tugged your heart strings every time, for you wished they were true. You wished it was true he wished to kiss you, or thought that you were beautiful, or... that he liked you.
His jaw dropped and he knew he messed up. Stroking your hair, he understood that he had to come clean. Because you liked him! And he, you. 
“None of them are lies. You are beautiful... and I’m in love with you. Look me in the eyes [Y/N]. Does this look like the eyes of someone who’s lying?”
He asked if he could kiss you, truly, and with a meek nod on your end, he pressed his lips on yours. 
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chogiwananya · 2 years
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aespa lore theory
I've always been extremely invested in lores of any type in kpop. But I am most familiar with aespa's since I've been following them ever since debut and have formulated various theories along the way!
Thus, before we get SMCU Ep : 2, I decided I'd present my theory as briefly as possible so that me and anybody else who likes to keep track of the aespa storyline can enjoy reading!
Keep in mind : I am VERY new to tumblr (literally created my account today) so don't expect an ultra aesthetic, pleasing-to-the-eye, pro formatted blog please. Maybe I'll edit this once I get accustomed to tumblr, but until then, let my amazing, mindblowing theory make up for it.
HOW IT BEGAN
The emergence of æ's
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This has been pretty clearly explained in the SMCU Ep : 1
æ's are said to be our alter egos from the internet. That is, they are formed out of all the data we upload to the internet. Thus, in very simple words, they are the digital and physical forms of our persona that we have created for ourselves online. They are never the exact same as us (since we tend to lie a lot when online) but in certain instances, they may be better than us, since they could be what we wish to be.
EMERGENCE OF NAEVIS AND BLACK MAMBA
This is purely my speculation. Basically, I believe neither Nævis (naevis) nor Black Mamba are æ's of a single person respectively. They are the polar, digital representations of netizens in general.
On one hand, the internet is full of love and support and this aspect is what gave birth to naevis. That is why she tends to do good and helps people connect with their æ's.
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On the other hand, hatred, jealousy and maliciousness is also found in abundance when one goes online. The black mamba could have emerged out of all this collective digital negativity, which is why she tries to disconnect people's synk with their æ's.
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I also have this theory that since both the black mamba and naevis have essentially arisen out of the same source - netizens - their abilities are similar to some extent (they look alike too). But nothing from sm's side has confirmed this so far so it has been pushed to the back of my mind.
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TERMINOLOGY
Synk : The very connection that a person has with their æ is called their synk.
Rekall : Once certain criteria have been fulfilled, an æ can cross over into the real world (where aespa lives) in order to spend time with its counterpart. This is know as rekall. The limited time that an æ can spend in the real world is know as rekall time.
Flat : The world where the æ's live
P.O.S. : Portal of Soul. It is the portal that connects the real world and the flat. (Naevis can open a P.O.S. that leads to kwangya too)
Kwangya : An unprescribed, infinite extent with no rule and form, says naevis. I think kwangya is a universe. Something that is bigger than aespa's lore alone. It has to do with the smcu as a whole.
Kosmo : Idk ask Ten, he seemed very passionate singing about it in 90's Love.
Anyways, moving on to the best part....
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THE STORYLINE
Black Mamba
Black Mamba, the villain on aespa's story creates a massive synkout which forcibly disconnects everyone's synk with their æ, thus making them unable to contact their æ's. The four aespa members, who had grown extremely close with their æ's decide to take matters into their own hands.
Once they discover the synkout and its cause, they come to know that the black mamba is in kwangya. They resent it for what it has done and thus decide to go to kwangya in order to find and defeat the black mamba.
Next Level
This mv is almost fully about aespa's journey to kwangya, in search of the black mamba. It also hints on the fact that they got trapped in a 'hallucination quest' crafted by the black mamba once they reached their destination. This aspect is explored more in their next mv. Next level mv also tells us that naevis has been helping aespa by leading them throughout this ordeal.
Savage
After reaching kwangya, aespa immediately get pulled into a 'hallucination quest' which was created by the black mamba for the sole purpose of trapping them.
The hallucination quest, as the name suggests, projects mental images or hallucinations into aespa's minds with the intention of making them feel alienated and criticized, thus making them lose their mental balance and willpower, weakening their resolve. Each member faced different hallucinations.
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But the girls regained their mental strength and broke themselves out of the hallucination. This helps them realize that their adversary is much stronger than they expected. Thus they retreat to go train more. Their sharpen their respective skills : rocket punch, armaments, xenoglossy and hacking.
Once they feel confident, they seek naevis's help to open the P.O.S. for them to step into kwangya once more. This weakens naevis, turning her into her alternate form - a brilliant butterfly. After promising her that they'll help her resurrect, aespa reach kwangya again.
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This time, aespa taste success as they manage to destroy the contraption that created the hallucination once and for all. They have a long was to go until they reach the final boss - the black mamba. Knowing this, as they take a step further, a thick, dark, liquid like substance envelopes them, leaving the future uncertain.
To be continued....
This is where we have been left hanging. I'll have to wait till the next mv to know if I've been right so far or if I'll be required to re evaluate my life choices.
I've left out Forever and Dreams Come True because I don't think they show any part of the storyline that is essential to the main course that aespa has been following.
P.s. If you want a more elaborate depiction of this theory with more details presented in a narrative manner, check out 'æther', a wattpad book I made especially for aespa's lore!
The end for now. I'll be back after the next cb!!
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So this is less kicking a hornet's nest and more flinging a dynamite stick to it, but... The Baby Ludi case from the Star Wars EU is fascinating.
And not fascinating in the story itself (earthquake destroys town, mom is presumed dead, baby is found and adopted by the Jedi, mom wasn't dead, battle for custody ensues because the baby's mind has already been opened to the Force), but actually fascinating with how effective it is, and how it perfectly exemplifies how polarizing issues work.
It was specifically written to show how the divided the Galaxy was, especially over the Jedi, just as the Clone Wars were about to break out:
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Pablo Hidalgo wrote it, though idk if Lucas approved it - or even knew about it at all - since it was promotional material for AotC but still was never featured or hinted at in any capacity in the main canon.
The only thing we have on Baby Ludi are 9 holonet articles (available on archive.org, see the wookiepedia page for a list of all of them) with absolutely no indications of how objective they're even supposed to be. They are media pieces. They make us feel emotions - they sensationalize, they stir up outrage, they make us completely irrational. Just look at what's under the first holo-report:
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It's just so meta - so clearly reflecting on itself as it presents us with a certain (incomplete) narrative while simultaneously exploring how incomplete narratives make people react.
I used to see people (admittedly a while ago) brandishing this one obscure-ish story that only appears in one piece of EU media as the end-all, definite proof that the Jedi were meant to be understood as kidnappers - but in doing so, those people were actually playing into the story's very purpose: showing how manipulation is done. Showing how media and news outlets work.
If the story's goal was to end the debate on whether or not the Jedi are baby thieves, then it wouldn't have been given to us in the most vague, subjective way. There are no reliable sources in the articles, only second hand retellings of nebulous events.
The people who like the Jedi (like me) will probably jump on the information that Ludi's mother was too busy reviewing the script of an upcoming movie relating her tragedy to comment on people trying to storm the Temple on her child's behalf, and later being too busy with the movie's casting to comment on Ludi being transferred to an off-planet Temple. Or that Thrynka Padaunete, the leader of a Jedi 'watchgroup' who first protested the situation, then went on to be Jovana's agent in a production that was expected to be very profitable.
The people who don't like the Jedi will focus on them moving Ludi off Coruscant, or Plo turning an entire crowd of protestors away with a powerful mind trick (by the way, not something that's actually been shown to be possible in canon, but that's not the point).
At first I tried to analyze the story like I usually approach things, by trying to understand the perspective of each party involved. While I personally couldn't see the Jedi from Lucas' story keeping the child after only one month of training (since there even is EU precedent for Mace giving a kid back to the parents because they'd changed their mind), that wasn't what this story said, so I tried to understand. Maybe it really was too dangerous. Maybe they would have let Ludi see her Mom again if not for one particular reason we weren't aware of. Maybe they knew something that I wasn't being told.
And then I flipped my perspective, and I tried to put myself in the mother's shoes, and it was really horrifying. It was gut-wrenching, and there had to be more to her than making money off a tragedy. Maybe her conspiracist agent manipulated her, playing on her grief. Maybe her saying she wanted the money to go to charity was genuine. Maybe she was actually too distraught to keep fighting, because she felt the battle was already lost, hence why she stopped commenting on the developments.
And that's when it hit me. I was trying - when I was missing basically all of the information and all of the context - to pick a side to see who felt more right.
But we don't know. We can't know. We don't have any first hand account, any actual interview of any party involved given to us. There really is next to nothing more to the story than the summary I gave. Technically - since the story is entirely fictional - the 'right' answer doesn't even exist - there is no objective truth to base an opinion on. We don't see the reasoning behind each decision, who could have influenced who and why, what could have been political and what was in good faith.
Even when we do have those things, like with the actual movies, it's still possible to endlessly debate intentions, responsibility and failings. Here, we don't have any context, any ground to build upon. So to try to create that context based on our assumptions, whether they are more favorable to one group or the other is - in a very meta way - playing into the media's polarizing effect as though we were citizens of the Republic blind to the looming war, and trying to pass judgment on issues we're badly informed on.
That's the point of the Ludi story, not whether or not the Jedi are right or wrong, or whether the mom is actually opportunistic or simply heartbroken and human.
The point of that story (which is only 'canon' because it's referenced in the current continuity's book on propaganda) is to show how people jump to assumptions, and then try to create context around this kind of stories because they're either trying to support said assumptions, or because they're aware they can't pass judgment with so little to go on from, but since they want to pass judgment they have to give themselves something to work with.
And you know why I didn't include that much info on the story itself? (Apart from the fact that making this into a proper, impeccable meta would be a hassle and this is me already procrastinating on my homework?) Because many people who read this probably had their opinion on the case set by the time they were done with the second paragraph. Because I didn't give you any context, but it hardly mattered - just like it hardly matters to us that we often read a headline and think we've got it figured out.
So again, the Ludi story is fascinating, and super effective. I was ready to make a big fool of myself by trying to analyze the facts, when I didn't have them, when they didn't even exist.
Damn, that's the kind of reflection on perspectives and narratives and politics that Star Wars can do right!
ps: Lucas' Jedi were not child thieves in the movies or TCW, that's a hill I will die on. Here though? It is not the point. If anyone tries to use this post to argue that the Jedi were child kidnappers OR that they were right in the Ludi case - you missed the point.
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mrskurono · 3 years
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a/n: this is the first installment(?) of the Nori brain rot from ages ago w/a Studio Ghibli vibe, idk man this just happened word count: 2.2k tags: post!Shibuya arc, possible spoilers, blood, violence, cursing(?), heavily Hoizer inspired, kinda edited character(s): Noritoshi Kamo, fem!sorcerer reader pt ll
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Curses stank. 
In a metaphorical sense yes. But also in a literal sense for you. 
These twisted beings permeated your senses like a rot that you could never rid. Unless exorcised they stuck around in your nostril for days. Each one a different smell but all of them stuck in your craw all the same. 
Beasts of rancid nature in behaviors and looks. Nothing more than to be exorcised by sorcerers. You learned quickly that exorcising the curses was no different than taking out week old trash. 
What you hadn’t planned on was someone doing more than dumping trash on the world. Whatever had happened. Suddenly you were faced with more than just dutiful tasks of keeping non sorcerers safe. A monsoon of trash had been dumped not only on you. But every human in this world. 
Your nostrils burned. And you couldn’t be rid of these things quick enough. Each one you exorcised only meant two or three popped up in their place. Never ending. You couldn’t stomach this smell though. It wouldn’t kill you before you got a breath of fresh air.
Glancing around you take a deep breath. Mountain air on the outskirts of Kyoto during this time of year always meant a refreshing break from the city stank. What you smelled wasn’t refreshing. It was that same vile smell you could clearly recall. 
A curse. One that was close too.
To thread carefully was to perhaps save your life. Every aspect of daily life ripped from you. As well of millions of others. You had done your part to try and protect those around you. Soon finding it in slight vain as you sought out some place to find your own breath of fresh air in this madness. 
‘It’s close....I feel like I’m gonna hurl.’ Thoughts toying with where the curse might have hidden itself. You keep a firm grip on your hilt with every intent to draw it the second the creature made the mistake of slipping up. 
Where you could smell it lurking. There was something else. Almost metallic in scent. You ignored it though. Nothing over powered the scent of a curse. You longed for just the sight of these things. Told over and over again how handy it was to have more than one sense open to curses. Each and every time you took a whiff of one, it made you wish nothing more than to just be able to see these creatures instead of smell them as well.
‘Wait-’ Every alarm in your body went off. Snapping around you couldn’t smell the rancid putridness of the curse anymore. That same metallic scent hung around though. You couldn’t identify it. It was something you’d never smelt before but also so familiar. 
Each hair on the back of your neck rose. This was an old deserted Buddhist temple. No one should have been here except you and the curse ransacking the place. A safe haven or so you thought. When your instinct told you to step behind one of the structural beams. You were suddenly glad you did.
Mere inches from your face, the gust of an arrow whistled past you. Weapons were not used by curses. Now you understood. That smell was human.
Quick to defend yourself, with sword drawn, you didn’t expect the same arrow to make a hard one eighty back in the direction you were. No wooden pillar to save you now. You raise your sword just quick enough to sheer the object in half. Rendering what ever power it was imbued with useless. As it had sped past you though the faint smell of iron suddenly became strong. Whatever it was from had a source. Likely human.
Not ready to give up your ideal hiding place to some interloper. You take only a second to focus on the unfamiliar smell. Faint. And not like a curse. There was something towards the back of the temple though that hinted that they were lurking where you couldn’t see them.
With an idea of where the attack would come from. When another arrow came flying by you from a faceless source, you were ready. Smacking it down before the enchanted weapon could turn on you like the first had. This time though you’d seen what angle the projectile was fired from.
‘Gotcha,’ No shortage of ways around a deteriorated temple like this. You duck down through a few broken beams and make your way up to where the attack came from. 
Expecting to have but a lowly sniper sitting with no way to guard themselves. You find no one. But the scent lingered. Scrutinizing it closer you decided maybe to use a different sense, “...Hey, I know you’re not a curse! Neither am I! Maybe if you just-” Words cut off by another arrow whizzing past you. There was nothing ruder than being interrupted. Glowering in the direction that the arrow came from now you tightened you grip on your sword, “Ok! I get it- Strangers we might not-”
Another arrow. This time too close to your head for comfort. You lost your patience with the third one. 
Recklessly charging towards the assailant was clearly enough to throw their game off track. Swinging your weapon before seeing what it was to lie before you. It was a surprise when your blade met with the dull thud of the wooden limb of a bow. 
“What the-” You attack deflected for the moment being. Your first instinct is to jump back from whoever deflected your attack. In close enough range you thought you had the upper hand to avoid the bow. But that was purely lazy thinking on your part as the cause of the stank of iron became clear.
“Slicing exorcism!” This nobody who reeked of iron shot what looked to be a shuriken made of blood at you. 
No time to be disgusted. An overwhelming scent of blood made it apparent what you’d been smelling. It wasn’t a simple metal. It was blood.
“Oh- Oh!” You raise your blade up in the nick of time to just get the splatter of cold liquid on your cheeks. Disgusted in passing you have no time to dwell as the stranger before you makes to dart away. With their head of dark hair in your line of sight, you weren’t ready to try and re-find them once again in this maze of debris.
Lurching forward you feel the upper hand stall when they stopped your attack once more with the brute of their bow. Clear view of them now. The man who’d clearly fired the arrows was all but composed when shaking off your attack. No way to not suspect another sorcerer caught up in this giant trash heap of curse attacks. You still have no time to play nice when they hurl another blood conjured weapon at you.
In such suddenness you are less lucky than you have been. This one catching your cheek and causing a sting to spread throughout the skin of your face. Fed up with this game you don’t care if he’s a sorcerer or not. This was a one for all situation now that you intended to win.
Firm foot hold found. You realize the man has cornered himself at this point. Range attacks out of the question. Undoubtedly giving you the upper hand now. With a hefty swing of your sword and the first time you’d channeled any energy into at all. You bring it down like a guillotine. Ready to strike flesh. Instead the snap of the bow is your first sign of an upper hand. 
All but trash the man throws it aside but too slowly. You’re on him before the range attacker can pull that weird blood trick again. Slight intent to kill as if he were a curse. You swipe your foot down and knock him down to the temple floor with a hard thud.
You waste no time between the moment his head hit the ground and your above him. Tip of your blade pressed to his neck. One breath too deep from him and the sharp tip would pierce his pale skin. Eyes fixated down on him you realize in the moments after your adrenaline fades that he’s staring right up at you.
Sharp tongue your words come out curt only to be interruped right away, “Who are-”
“Another sorcerer-” His eyes open from the slits they’d remained in the skirmish, “What are you doing here? How did you-”
“I get to ask the questions!” You snarl, jabbing his throat with your sword just enough to watch a crimson bead peak from under the tip of your weapon, “You attacked me, what are you doing up here? Why were you-”
“...you’re so pretty-” Suddenly his eyes open wide realizing what he said, “Wait I didn’t-”
“Shut up or I’ll cut your throat out!” Your sword pressing uncomfortably into the side of his neck now, “I asked you a question! Why are you up here!?”
“Kamo-”
“What? What are you-”
“Kamo family!” He quickly sputtered, “Head of the Kamo family!”
The name rang a bell somewhere in your frazzled brain.
“I’m the head-” He suddenly registered really the blade to his neck, “I’m looking for stragglers-”
“In an abandoned temple?” You weren’t buying it. 
“My people live just down the hill,” He spoke earnestly, “I had to keep the stragglers safe when the curses released from their seals in the keep. Some where up here but-”
“I killed them,” You glared down at him, “I killed all but the one you shot. How long were you up here? Were you following me?”
A shake of his head even as he stared at the glimmer of your sword, “No. I was looking for anyone who came up here. I didn’t expect to find another sorcerer. I felt your cursed energy and assumed you were a curse.”
Eyes narrowing you didn’t like the sound of something so simple to this pretty face, “...I don’t believe you. Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you right now or else-”
“Noritoshi-” He blurted out, “Noritoshi Kamo. Head of the Kamo family. I can give you some place safe to stay. I don’t understand what’s going on but-”
You lift the blade from his throat. Something about the diligent tone in his voice. Like he’d introduced himself like that a million times. You could kill him but it seemed a waste. Weapon retracted but no offer to help him up. You stand above him with a confounded glare, “...do you know what’s happening?”
His head shook and your stomach dropped. Noritoshi didn’t get up. Only propping himself up slightly when he realized the back of his head was thumping from the impact, “....A special grade curse released a powerful seal in Shibuya about two weeks ago...I saw but....” His face became somber and he shook his head once again, “...I don’t know what’s been going on. I just know things are in disarray and it’s my duty to protect my people.”
Once more you were skeptical but with how little rest you’d gotten in the past few days due to the tremendous increase in curses. This man’s words seemed as solid as any other theory you’d heard. More so than the plea of non sorcerer’s you listened to day in and day out about the end of times. 
“...Has the Jujutsu elders said anything?” You step off him completely. If he was speaking the truth maybe he knew what was going on as an actual heir to one of the clans.
Noritoshi looked up at you a moment longer, “No...there’s been a wide emergency notice to do what you can but our numbers....” He grew quiet, “...as many sorcerers seem to be dying as the rest of Japan.”
Perhaps the end of times were coming. You grip your sword hilt tight and take a deep breath, “....seems a angel of death is coming then whether we like it or not.”
“You’re a sorcerer.” He began to get to his feet, “Please, come with me. If anything to stay away from here. There is a grave yard on the other side of the thicket. More curses will come. No one should be here even as a sorcerer yourself.”
First hand you’d seen the influx he spoke of. From every direction. While out of the city provided some safety you knew that this place left you as vulnerable as any other if you stayed alone. With no words to be spoken of from the elders. And an age of curses threatening to crowd out humans. Like a trash pile reaching it’s capacity. You didn’t see much choice in this one.
“...I will kill you if I find out you’re lying to me.” Voice firm without breaking eye contact with him as you sheath your sword, “I smell one curse in this safe space of yours and I’ll-”
“Kill me, yes,” Noritoshi nodded with both busted ends of his bow in his hands as he looked on at you, “I am not lying but if you see fit, I’ll accept you as my angel of death then.”
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a/n: I have one wine cooler in me as I finish this. This might be a multi part if the inspiration finds me. Anyways, um, yeah! This is an old idea coming so pls let me know if you liked it!
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myherowritings · 4 years
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All That Ass
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— One night at the gym, you see a handsome guy with so much ass, you take a picture on the sly and send it to your number neighbor, Bakugou, to freak out over. But what you don’t expect is for him to reply with a picture of you from the same gym.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader word count: 1,876 genre: number neighbor au!!, fluff
a/n: this is a bonus “what if” scenario based on these asks i received about baku and y/n meeting at the gym while he’s doing leg/butt day LOLOL,, just to be clear, this isn’t a canon part of the nn-verse! it’s just a hypothetical oneshot answering the question “what if they had met this way” AND I THINK IT’S SUPER CUTE!! i hope you enjoy and pls lmk what you think !! xx
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“So… Does anyone want to go to the gym with me?” you asked cheerfully, sending a pointed look Shinsou’s way.
You knew Midoriya had already gone this morning (though, if you asked, there was no doubt in your mind he would go again), and Todoroki had just come back from swimming laps at the pool, so your roommate, Shinsou, was your best bet.
Too bad said roommate would rather stay home and play outdated games than workout with you. 
When he didn’t reply for a solid five minutes, you poked him on the bicep-- How he actually had muscles considering how lazy he was would undoubtedly remain the world’s biggest mystery. 
“Hello? Earth to Shinsou?”
He slowly tore his gaze away from the television, looking up at you from his seat on the couch. “Did you say something?”
Giving him your best smile while fluttering your lashes, you sang, “Does the best roomie in the world want to go to the gym with me?”
“No.” Shinsou hardly blinked. 
Your mouth formed a small ‘o’. “Wha--? That’s it? You’re not even going to give an excuse?”
“Nope. Just go by yourself,” he dismissed. “You always talk about how you’re a ‘strong, independent woman’, correct?” 
You scratched the back of your neck-- A habit you picked up from him over the years. “Well, yes…”
“And strong, independent women should be able to go to the gym by themselves, right? 
The only way you could respond was with an incredulous nod. 
“Glad we could agree,” said Shinsou with a wry smile. “Have fun at the gym, then!”
“I… Thank you…?”
And with a slightly confused expression you grabbed your keys and duffle bag and walked out of the door to the recreation center near your apartment, vaguely hearing Shinsou chuckling in the background.
It wasn't until you felt the chilling breeze of the outdoors that you snapped out of your trance. 
“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath. How was he always so persuasive? Sure, at times you could be the slightest bit gullible, but regardless, his skills were almost inhuman.
You huffed, shaking your head as you entered the reception area of the gym. After showing the workers your membership and brushing your hair out of your face, you headed upstairs to do some cardio. 
“Excuse me, are you done with the StairMaster?” you asked the blond-haired guy wiping down the only open machine. 
A bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face to his neck and you had to avert your gaze before he could catch you gawking. 
“Just finished,” he said, his voice a gruff timbre that was surprisingly pleasant to the ear. He finished wiping down the handles and nodded your way. “Go for it.” 
You beamed, setting your water bottle and phone on the machine to get situated. “Thank you so much!” 
He huffed. “Yeah, whatever.” 
That wasn’t exactly a warm ‘you’re welcome’, but you shrugged it off with a small smile, stepping on the stairs and starting a light warmup. 
You placed your earphones in and played some music to set the mood, ready to work up a sweat. Cardio was a pain, but it was worth it if it meant having a nice butt. (As well as making your heart stronger and increasing your lung capacity, you supposed, but those were mere seconds to the booty gains.) 
As you upped the speed and got into the swing of things, you felt your eyes wandering around the room to your favorite part of the gym-- The squat and deadlift area. You noticed a handful of people were littered among the equipment and after your short inspection, you hummed to yourself.
Yup, things were definitely looking good there.
Absentmindedly, you saw your screen light up out of the corner of your eye and you unlocked your phone, briefly checking your messages. Or rather, checking for a certain message from a certain someone.
Still no reply? you sighed, placing your phone back on the StairMaster and trying to distract yourself by looking back at the students doing some leg exercises.
Almost instantaneously, your eyes were drawn to the blond who was using the cardio stairs just before you came. 
StairMaster plus squatting what was easily 75 kilograms within ten minutes? You had to stop yourself from practically swooning on the spot. That was some serious gluteal strength he must’ve had.
He was finishing up his current rep of back squats, cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to the sides of his face with sweat. Not only did he look unfairly handsome, but he had a hot body as well. 
His arms were toned with a nice amount of muscles on his biceps and triceps--oh, goodness, his triceps were really something else--and he had impeccable posture as he squatted. (Not that his posture was the first thing you noticed about his squat, of course.)
You were staring so intently at this beautiful specimen of a man that he himself noticed, pausing briefly to try to find the source of the laser beams he felt on his behind. Before he could catch you gawking, however, you tore your gaze away and grabbed your phone, trying to pretend you were on it this whole time. 
When he looked away, you sighed in relief, opening your camera app and peering at him through the screen.
You weren’t sure why, but you had a gut feeling your number neighbor, Bakugou, would’ve loved to share this beautiful sight with you. He seemed to be having a bad day and you figured a nice booty would be just the thing to cheer him up. So, really, you only wanted to take a picture of the hot gym guy out of the kindness of your own heart. 
After snapping the photo, you sent a quick series of texts freaking out to your ‘bakubestie’ along with an attachment of the image of the blond guy’s backside.
Y/N: *Attachment: 1 Image*
Y/N: HDJSJDJD IK I’M LIKE QUADRUPLE TEXTING RN AND I’M SORRY (but rly what’s new)
Y/N: BUT I THOUGHT YOU WOULD APPRECIATE THIS PIC IDK WHY DON’T QUESTION MY IMPULSES OK
Y/N: i’m at the gym and this hot (albeit a lil bit of a grumpy grump :/) guy is here and woW
Y/N: like i’m just trying to work out in peace but his ass is all “hi there (       )(       ) how are you (       )(       )” AND I FEEL SO ATTACKED,, how is one person allowed to have all that ass? save some for the rest of us pls bro
After getting a good percentage of your thoughts and thirst out, you let out a sigh of liberation, upping the intensity of the StairMaster to further get your jitters out.
As you continued scrolling through your phone to check for texts from your roommates, you heard a bark of incredulous laughter from the other side of the room. You distractedly looked up, but after seeing nothing out of the ordinary other than the hot guy grinning at his phone, you shrugged and placed your cell down to get back to your workout.
The intense climbing only lasted for about three minutes before you got a text message from Bakugou (which you knew only because his text tone was ‘It’s so fluffy!’ from Despicable Me while everyone else’s was the default chime). A bright smile made its way to your face as you lowered the speed once again, taking a drink from your water bottle to cool down before eagerly glancing at your screen. 
bakubestie: *Attachment: 1 Image*
Curiously, you took a look at the picture Bakugou sent. It was one of someone in the gym that looked quite similar to the one you were in, wearing the same workout clothes you were currently wearing… In fact, it looked like the photo was taken just now from inside the room, right next to the squatting area… 
bakubestie: Too much ass, huh? I could say the same about you
You blinked, taking a few moments to process just what exactly was happening before you yelped in surprise. “What the--?!” 
Your face fumed, head snapping up from your phone so fast you lost your balance and tripped on the incoming stair of the machine. Losing footing, you barely had time to let out a brief, “Oh, shit!” before falling down the StairMaster and onto your butt on the hard floor. 
“Ouchie…” 
There was a moment of silence before a booming laughter was heard from the opposite side of the room, and a mixture of dread and excitement filled your stomach.
Dread because if your suspicions were correct, the guy from the gym you were thirsting over to your number neighbor was your number neighbor. And excitement because--hello--you were finally going to meet your number neighbor! (That was, of course, if he didn’t run out of the gym at the very moment.) You were so excited that you couldn’t even dwell on the utter embarrassment any normal person would probably be feeling.
The scuffling of footsteps moved closer as you rubbed the side of your hip that landed on the ground. 
“Tch,” you heard from above you. You looked up to see an amused expression on the blond gym guy’s face as he extended a hand out to you and checked for any injuries. “You really are a dumbass.” 
Your heart skipped a beat at his all too familiar tone, and you winked cheekily at him while accepting his hand and standing upright. “And you really have a nice ass.” 
Bakugou rolled his eyes as he fought off the blush on his face, your compliment catching him off guard. “Okay, well-- Now I know for sure it is you.”
With an excited grin, you jumped up and down on the balls of your feet. You were filled with nerves and butterflies and you wanted nothing more than to tackle your number neighbor into the biggest hug you could muster.
“You are okay though, right?” he asked, the smallest hint of worry in his features. 
The little crinkle between his brows was so adorable that you just couldn’t help yourself. Your grin widened even more and your face began to hurt from smiling so much. You were certain you looked like a fool, but you didn’t care. 
Before you could second guess yourself, you stood on your tiptoes and threw your arms around his neck to tackle him into a proper bear hug. Bakugou was still a bit sweaty and warm from working out--and you most definitely you weren’t looking any better yourself--but that didn’t change the fact that he felt cozy and safe and smelled faintly like your favorite caramel treat at the candy store. 
“Yes. I’m better than okay,” you murmured into his shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you, bestie.” 
Bakugou froze in shock before letting out a breathy chuckle, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist as you shifted so your head rested against his chest. His hand lingered on the small of your back as he peer down at you with what looked like a smile of his own and you wished you could capture that moment in a frame and relive it forever.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” 
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i'm losing hope of byler being an endgame :( milevens say that we are invalidating mileven, besides having several scenes that they show "passion/love". they make fun of us, besides always giving reasons why mileven is an endgame, and disrespecting other people's ship, and maybe actually Will will be with another boy right?? idk but I really hope I'm not being deluded
lol  lets not focus on byler for a sec and mostly discuss mileven. what scenes show mileven’s  ‘passion/love’? Because the show invalidates mileven constantly-why they’re so aggressive/afraid of us.THEY KNOW IT’S DOOMED (they live in head canons and nothing else).  I’m going to try keeping this short by doing bullet points.
-The writers in s3 threw in a telemarketing joke just for Mike to say “El. no. sorry not interested” and hang up the phone. 
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- Flo  in s1: “only love makes you that crazy and that damn stupid.”
Mike: “if we’re both going crazy. we’ll go crazy together right?”will: “yeah, crazy together “ *smile and stare longingly at eachother *————————————————————-Mike: “they do say it makes you crazy”El: “what makes you crazy?”(the exact opposite of crazy together as she continues to be confused over every explanation he gives of love 😂)————————————————————-During the byler fight  Mike says “el’s not stupid!” After this, Will calls himself “ so stupid “ 4x .  rips up photo where they said they’d go crazy together and cries . But, El after fighting with mike happily says: “there’s more to life than STUPID boys .”  El’s catchphrase being “not stupid” which she says in s2 before going to see Mike at the school. And Nancy before Mike says he loves El / Mikeduring the byler fight (about mileven) say “El’s not stupid!”
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-the s3 stobin confession parallels mileven’s s3 shop confession (full analysis in link). Both El/Robin have bandages on their legs and both pairings sit together (on the floor) during their confessions- and are interrupted by Dustin. And in both straight baits- the guys use the terms “stupid/crazy” but subvert the expectation of it being romantic-as both girls say they’re not “crazy” or “stupid” for the guy. El saying “what makes you crazy?” in response to Mike. And Robin saying she was not into Steve’s “stupid hair” (similar to El saying there’s more to life than ‘stupid boys’/other saying she’s not stupid.”Also the song ‘the first i love you’ only plays twice in s3. During Steve’s romantic confession and robin rejecting him because she’s gay & El’s romantic confession and awkward kiss with mike (where Mike doesn’t reciprocate). Cause Robin/Mike are both gay and will reject the romantic confession.
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- Erica making he-man and barbie kiss: “Hey , They’re in love!”Lucas (livid- and standing right next to a rainbow forcing them apart): “No, actually,  they’re not. they’re not even from the same planet.”  El even watches he-man in s1! Mileven is not in love!
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Cue El and mike being compared to ET and Eliot -WHO AREN’T FROM THE SAME PLANET (by the Duffers in multiple interviews and in the pilot script ) .   And then there’s the  old euphemism of “girls come from Venus, and boys come from Mars”.  The Duffers saying mileven isn’t in love cause they’re not from the same planet (aka the same gender) -is just them telling us Mike is gay so he can’t fall for El-who is a girl/diff species. They literally have Will say to Mike “welcome to my world” as a contrast. So El telling mike he should ‘stick with his own species’ (aka boys) is another gay hint.
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In s2 they even had El wear the same shirt as a 1986 movie character (staring Winona Ryder). The movie is called coincidentally “lucas”- and he’s in an unrequited romantic relationship with a gal named maggie. And he later says him and Maggie are  from “different worlds.” El being movie-Lucas in a unrequited romance, in this scenario. And the other easteregg is the Duffers have st-Lucas  say the “planet/worlds” similar to movie-Lucas.
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some milevens also attribute romeo/juliet to mileven cause Dustin mentioned it while mileven was out of shot. But romeo & juliet weren’t actually in love-it was just kids in infatuation. And also used to describe the unrequited infatuation of Lucas/Maggie.
-Also when dustin in s1 says el is “like a wizard” (like Will.) Mike corrects dustin and says “more like yoda”. Really hammering down the alien references- which the Duffers reference to el in interviews all the time-by comparing her to et . In the pilot they even said mike and el are like “Eliot and et.” They said they made el dress like a ghost cause et did so- and then for the extra burn they made mike a ghost hunter/buster. And they also said that EL’s makeover in s1 was like et’s in the movie. And sorry ... who compares the girl they “crush on” with a green gross alien (yoda)- kind of shows how he sees her more as this foreign superpowered entity rather than a girl/crush. And on what planet is et /Eliot romantic??Answer is -it’s not. 
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- In contrast, They have Mike and Will parallel  Diane and Venkman. In ghost Busters, Mike -is Venkman- and Will -is Dana Barret- who Venkman flirts with shamelessly until she is possessed. Dana finds a demon-dog in her fridge, and hires the ghost busters. And right before Venkman goes on a date with her she is possessed by the big-bad, Zuul, and is transformed into the gate-keeper (who controls demo(n)-dogs). Venkman proceeded to try to talk to the real Dana , ignoring her possessed form and eventually realizes how serious her condition is, is forced to sedate her. Eventually with the help of his team, Venkman closes the gate to Zuul’s dimension, rescuing Dana in the process. And Venkman plants one on Dana before riding away in triumph. While, El is a ghost and Mike is a ghost hunter XD
Notice in the same season lucas says mileven is ‘not in love’ and compares mileven to he-man and barbie .  Dustin has a  he-man & Et next to each other (along with a ghost buster sign above them, and the ghostbusters-trap next to et). This just reinforces the mileven eastereggs I’ve already talked about -  and how they want you to make the connections  about mileven not being in love. They showed et/barbie next to he-man, had El watch he-man, compared El to Et (who had a barbie-like makeover/ghost costume), so the next he-man ref of ‘not being in love’  cause rhey’re from different planets would connect in a more obvious way to mileven.  Same with Et next to the ghost trap and ghost busters sign (and El dressing as a ghost and Mike as a ghost buster-as an extra burn).
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- Mike dehumanizing El is hammered down again when they compare s1 mileven to s2 dart /dustin (a demo dog) , to further show how un-romantic it is. Fin even said the duffers told him Mike saw el (OFFENSIVELY) as a “puppy’ (right after s1).  And of course millie accurately said “what a horrible way to describe me!”But the parallels are there: Dustin/Mike sharing sweets ( nougat vs eggos) for breakfast and saying they’ll have to wait for them to come home from school. And having mike annoyed, say  “a bond? cause you shared nougat?!” is dissing milevens who think the ego thing is cute/romantic. Dustin/Mike saying they ‘promised’ to take care of them and that they ‘trust’ dustin & mike. Dart killing a cat and El almost killing a cat. Dustin/Mike trying to convince Lucas- Dart & El aren’t bad. The boys thinking both El & Dart were bad guys causing both to end up running away because of that. Mike even admits in s1 he doesn’t like eggos and told El she doesn’t have to eat “like a dog” anymore.  it’s ironic when Mike says to Dustin “she’s not a dog” cause he treated her as such. Why El says in s3 angrily , “am I your pet?” It’s because he did/does unfortunately treat her this way to some degree. 
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-They Parallel Mileven to Hopper & El (since mileven isn’t actually romantic)!
*teaching the meaning of promise vs com-promise. And making “promises” to eachother is not some super romantic thing- for just mileven.
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* Telling her to eat “real food” vs eggos
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* saying her new look is “cool”and saying it’s “bitchin” after El says the look is.
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* Saying others are “corrupting her” and in response gals say neither respect her ability to make “decisions” in regards to romance. Hopper not accepting Mileven together (want them to break up)  and Mike not accepting she dumped him.
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* Max saying to not let Hopper/Mike control her
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*El saying “you lie” to both of them
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ok , back to listing other points
- they dance to ‘every breath you take’ a break up song about a stalker ex who can’t accept he is now with her friend. The writer of the song also has said many times “it’s NOT a love song.” The duffers obviously knew that. Lumax also danced to it and Lucas was called a ‘stalker’ . El also stalked Mike in s2 (all that stuff milevens found romantic- El watching him without him knowing. Mike says he was not ok with it in s3). And in s3 he said not to do that and she just says ‘i make my own rules’.Plus, sting (the singer) mentions it’s supposed to sound romantic but the lyrics are sinister. And that the ambiguity/deceptive happy -romantic tone was intentional. Kind of like how people think mileven is healthy and in love when the show (ambiguosly says ) that it’s not -and the “opposite”.Just like the song being misinterpreted as romantic because of its deceptive packaging -mileven is the same . Mileven got popular cause everyone missed all the warning signs it wasn’t healthy (cause it was packaged as ‘cute’ and ‘ in love’) when behind the surface it was shown to be the opposite and not healthy.
 Not to mention Nancy teaching Dustin how to dance is a direct parallel to Mike teaching El. 
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Mike also tries to act like Dustin, and  forces Will to dance with a girl (who’s wearing a rainbow hair clip). Trying to be a good sport like Dustin is about lumax. And right after this we see Dustin look sad about Max/Lucas dancing and Mike (next to Dustin) look sadly at Will/girl dancing in the same exact frame as Max/Lucas. As they switch between these 2 shots to emphasize their sadness/jealousy.Then they both sit down (mirroring each other) on the verge of tears before Nancy and El show up to comfort them and distract them.  As El once again (presumably) wears Nancy’s dress. Mike after El asks “will you be my brother?” “you cant go  (to the snowball) with your sister... i mean you can but it’d be really weird.” 
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- before their first kiss in s1 she asked if he would be like her brother (after being compared to a cousin, and being compared to Holly, and wearing Nancy’s dress.) In s2 they even make a direct parallel to Luke &Leia (who were siblings who had a weird romantic relationship/kissed before realizing they were related). Mike (as Leia) saying “it’s a trap” to El (Luke). 
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- Mike in s1 writes a d&d story for Will inspired by star wars.  in ep one Will tells Mike “it was a 7, the demogorgan it got me.”At the end of the season Mike writes a whole story of him and his friends killing a 7 headed monster, and showing the decapitated head of the monster to king Tristan (Will). Similar to how at the hospital he tells Will to not worry cause “it’s dead now”. This is right after Will rolls a 14 (cause Mike and Will are 7s together). And Mike who is a fan of starwars has King Tristan give them medals after killing the monster. Cause he wants Will/king tristan (instead of Leia -a girl) to present him with medals and be his romantic love interest (and praise him for being a hero).
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- They had Dustin call mileven “bullshit” just like stancy (who were never in love). And in s3 for almost every single character in the show to dislike mileven . if that isn’t a cry for help from the writers idk what is XD
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other stancy parallels: Making out on a bed to cheesy music. stancy wasn’t in love but they kissed the most in the series and nancy and steve (similar to mileven exchanged ‘i love yous’) but weren’t endgame and it was never love. Mike and Steve sing to their gfs and neither girls are fans and cut them off.In s1, both Nancy/Mike slap Steve and El and then both yell “ What is wrong with you?!”  Stancy/mileven are compared to Karen/ted who according to Nancy “never loved each other”. El is a fan of ted’s lazy boy. (Karen in s3 looks at Ted in the chair when the lyric “I should have walked away “ plays). And Steve and ted continuing to eat chicken as their gf /wife storm off from the table upset , and they do nothing. After the mileven and Karen/Ted fight- Steve says while eating “what did I do?what did i do?” And mike while eating says about el after their fight “what did i do wrong? what did i do wrong?!Steve and Ted both tell Mike to “stay on the bench/you’re on the bench.” Karen/ ted that they “never loved each other” (just like mileven and stancy which are “bullshit.”) All 3 wheelers were with people cause it seemed like the rational choice ( rich guy/ popular guy/ girl). Not to mention mike said “ I don’t remember” ( in reference to saying he loved el ) . And doesn’t say it back when el says “I love you”. Which mimics Nancy in s2 saying “I don’t remember ” (saying the stancy relationship is bs) . And she is also unable to say she loves Steve when he says“say you love me.” And Steve and el walking away as both wheelers stand there in silence. Unable to say “I love you” back.  Also, when stancy officially breakup it also pans to mileven on the porch as another parallel.And 11byers mentioned (at Christmas)  jancy has a moment but despite stancy’s issues she goes back to Steve where she looks sad over the decision .  Similar to how Byler have a moment , but then after , mileven talks about christmas  and they have that awkward kiss. In s3, steve when talking about stancy and trying to be popular even says “dustin’s right it’s all a bunch of bullshit.” (meaning Dustin’s right about mileven). Steve even says “everything people tell you is important that you’re supposed to care about- it’s bullshit.” (same season Mike mimics Lucas’ words from s1 about El being the “most important thing”.
-They also had Mike tell Max “i don’t hate you. I don’t even know you.”  Aka he can’t hate Max or love el cause he knew both for a week-and doesn’t know them. The amount of mileven burns that were in s2 -were insane XD.
other direct contrasts between Mileven & byler 
besides the ones already mentioned. 1) ‘crazy together/so stupid’ vs ‘what makes you crazy?/el’s not stupid/more to life than stupid boys & 2) ‘they’re not in love they’re not even from the same planet’ vs byler’s ‘welcome to my world’
3) Mike has drastically different expressions after the byler/mileven fights and the difference in weather and music selection ,convey how Mike is feeling. He looks regretful with Will, and almost annoyed with El dumping him.  Mileven breaks up to upbeat music on a sunny day (the break up being in front a crowd and a joke) vs the morose music and the storm shown (with just Mike and Will fighting ). We are supposed to take the byler fight seriously and the mileven one as a joke.They had Mike apologize to Will immediately. But with El he says “what did i do wrong?’ (Kind of like how ted, after pissing off karen says “what did I do?”)And then had Mike wait by the phone for her to apologize- says sexist stuff about her. Then have mike laugh/burp and talk about cheese and El to laugh about the break up/high five max and immediately oggle a pic of another boy/male celeb (unlike Will who looks sadly at the pic of Mike after their fight). And then after staring at the  teen-male celeb,  El says she’s not sure if  Mike’s a good kisser cause he’s just her “first boyfriend” and she has no other boys to compare him to (implying she’s thinking of other boys in the future).  Contrasted to Will who said he thought him & Mike would never get gfs but just spend the rest of their lives together. El after all these events, then happily reads comics  as Max says she shouldn’t hang out with Mike all the time. VS Will having him sadly read his comic to distract himself  only to throw his comic on the ground right before he looks at the pic of mike from Halloween (where they said they would go ‘crazy together’), calls himself stupid (unlike El saying there’s more to life than stupid boys/mike saying El is not stupid-aka in love ). And then destroys castle byers /crIES after the their fight. These events were perfect opposites.
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4) When Mike says in the pool shed she’s the “most important thing in the world” to him. she cuts him off and says Hopper is right about them spending too much time together. But when Mike in the shed says asking Will to be his friend was the “best thing he’s ever done” (it was practically the cliche of true love breaking the curse) XD.
When Mike says to El  “you’re most important thing to me” in the pool shed. El doesn’t even acknowledge the comment (and neither should the audience- cause the words were empty). The framing of this mileven scene was not cinematic or heartfelt, and neither was the delivery from Mike. He’s not crying, trying to reach her with proclamations of his genuine feelings. There’s no dramatic music, framing, lighting or shot composition (and the scene was incredibly short).And El just responds and cuts his supposed ‘true feelings’ off- only to agree with Hopper and says “ what if he’s right”  . I didn’t speed this up FYI.
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Juxtaposed to the MUCH longer byler shed scene. A literal single tear falling down his cheek as Mike , recounts the first day they met. This whole monologue is only of tight shots of just their faces (their bodies aren’t shown like in the pool shed scene). With contrasting colors of light and shadow.This is a personal moment between them and them alone- and the fact we zoom in on their faces (expresses this to be important emotionally) . And when we see Will’s reaction to Mike saying “it was the best thing I’ve ever done”. We just see Will’s face only- no music is playing and all we hear is  Will’s whimpers and Mike crying in the background.*
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5) Max in s2 at Will’s house questions how Mike can still trust Will now that he’s a spy for the mf . Max (in s3) at El’s house: says that Mike doesn’t trust El- and Mike mentions that her spying is why he doesn’t trust her.  in s2, Mike: “if anyone could stop them it’s Will“. Max: “ I thought we couldn’t trust him that he’s a spy for the mf now?” Max in s3 calling Mike out  : “El has saved the world twice. And Mike still doesn’t trust her.” Mike: you want to talk about trust really?! after... Eleven spied on us! I guess girlfriends don’t lie they SPY!”
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Not to mention - the fact is... El has “saved the world twice but Mike still doesn’t trust her” to fight the mf. Yet he 100% believed Will could defeat the mf -despite Will being possessed/a spy for the mf . And despite the fact Mike  thinks Will has no powers - unlike El ( but we all know he does , though :P). And, Mike even says Billy is dangerous cause  the “mf is in him ...Billy’s mind is sick, diseased” (but with Will possession -Mike still trusted him).  Max rolls her eyes and stares challengingly at Mike cause she remembers what Mike said about Will in s2- and the hypocrisy . And she finds it annoying how little faith he has in her compared to his almost unmoving-trust in Will (who at the time was possessed) . Mike has 100% trust and faith in Will-but simply doesn’t trust El.  And MAX KNOWS IT! Cause she’s paying attention. Like her facial expression/raised brow, at the end, is a challenge- you think non-superpowered Will could defeat the mf but not El with a history of fighting monsters? You say Billy possessed by the mf is dangerous- but still have more faith in Will possessed by the mf- than your own gf?! tbh El couldn’t defeat the mf (so technically him trusting Will over  El was proven to be correct). He wasn’t right about the El ‘giving up’ bs and he was still wrong for not respecting El as her “own person” with her “own free will” : not believing in El’s ability to make decisions like breaking up with him/ not believing El made the idea to spy on him, etc . But, Team work has always been what saved the day in s1-2, so over-relying on El to do it all and acting like she was the messiah ( like most of the st fanbase) was a poor plan . It’s not the El-show (it’s an ensemble cast with several mains). When they relied on her only ,to be the chosen one- she lost her powers, 30+ people d*ed, and they had to save her.
6) ) El and Will both calling for “Mike” alone in the upside down . And Mike “never giving up” on them.In the exact same ep (s2 e2) , both call for Mike from the upside down. El saves herself without Mike’s help. But Mike rushes to save Will crouching to comfort Will (whose body language mirrors El’s but who was alone in the forest after she sees mike and he did nothing). 
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in s2 ep 1, both call for Mike ,but Mike only comes for Will -not el. It was like how Nancy in s1 called for Jon, and jonathan pulled her out of the upsidedown.  And as Jonathan and Mike both pull Nancy and Will back from the upside down , Jonathan says “I got you”. And Mike says “I got him “ twice. But mileven is like how barb while in the upsidedown called for Nancy (but nancy didn’t hear her screaming her name-cause it shows symbolically Nancy does not return Barb’s romantic feelings). Just like mileven.
Mike even saw Will’s dead body but the second he heard his voice he convinced everyone he was alive. Mike deep down assumed El was dead he brushed off seeing El as seeing things (like how Hopper described seeing Sarah). He even tells Max “ they took her just like they took bob” who was dead. Then a few minutes later lies and says he “never gave up” on her when she appears alive (which was a lie cause he just said she was dead). When El goes to his house Mike doesn’t ever go the forest to find her (unlike how Mike went into the forest in the pouring rain twice for Will). The truth is the only person he ‘never gave up on’ was Will.
7) They have El & Will have pics of Mike on Halloween (same night of the ‘crazy together’ speech). El only has a pic of Mike being miserable  and Will has pics of Mike staring at Will, and smiling next to him- despite the joke Mike never smiles in photos , this isn’t the case when mike is next to Will (he always smiles with Will). Cause being crazy with Will makes him happy - unlike his relationship with El who he fakes being ‘crazy’ about .
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zoom in of Will & El’s pics of Mike: Will’s pic on left vs El’s on right . XD
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8) Millie said El is “obsessed with Mike” so she has Mike-themed stuff all over  her room. She has a drawing with a heart that says mike on it/random heart pics, mike pic, dice that spell out mike, mikes’ stuff. So, It’s funny that mike has nothing relating to El at his place. In contrast to this, he still has 5 d&d drawings from Will on his wall (that he’s kept on his wall for 3 years despite removing an old poster from that same wall-which he gave to El). Mike even put up a 6th Will-drawing in s3- next to his new poster. And he never put a single 1 of her many drawings on his wall-just Will’s).
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back to other points...
- They compared mileven to karen/billy. El in s2 , mimics Erica Kane who m(in the ep she is watching) rushes into a relationship with a writer named Mike Roy. (That relationship is not endgame-and  literally ends with one of them stalking and sabotaging their next relationship, but eventually accepting it’s over). This, also parallels Karen/ Billy. Before she meets him in s2, Karen is reading a romance book that has a guy that resembles Billy on the cover. The Duffers even mentioned they changed the cover to show the resemblance between Billy and the fictional book character. And we see Karen reading the sequel in s3 before Billy appears. Both El and Karen don’t/didn’t love Mike or Billy- they just projected onto them fictional characters they were infatuated with. El being into Mike roy- but projecting her crush on to Mike wheeler.
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-They had El’s whole s2 arc be destroyed to show mileven is bad for her. “friends don’t lie” to let me lie to my friends so I can kiss mike and ditch them. lucas even said “they’re lying (about her curfew).”And lie to Mike about hearing his confession. Then in s2 trying to leave the cabin to experience the world and see my friends and fam again. To literally ignoring them all for 6 months and never leaving the cabin-despite Hopper letting me leave the house in s3.
- El in s3 says Mike treats her “like a pet” and “garbage”.
-In s1 Mike referred to her as a ‘weapon’  to help get Will back. smacked her when he thought she lied about Will being alive and said Lucas was right about her all along when he thought Will was dead and he couldn’t use her anymore. 
- They had El never apologize for spying/stalking . And  Mike never apologize for lying -despite it being the cause of the breakup . And had mike not reciprocate the kiss/ or say ‘i love you ‘ back  and had his eyes open while the same exact song plays that robin came out to: called ‘the first i love you’). These are the only 2 times the song plays in s3. The ‘first i love you’ also sounds like ‘the first lie’ - that song played when jancy said they were just friends. it sounds the same cause jancy lied about it not being romantic while mileven lied by saying it was.  He never apologized for lying cause the love is the lie- like Max said “boyfriends lie ALL THE TIME”. And it’s why the camera panned to Will when Lucas asked why Mike lied to her. And he never answers El’s question of ‘why do you lie?!’ (he just looks up silent and guilt ridden).This awkward kiss all happens in Will’s room too while Mike is in front of an open closet (while El is holding Will’s old bear).  
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Plus he also fought with Hopper in s2 (’about El’) in Will’s room too. He wasn’t actually calling Hopper the liar he was calling himself “a stupid disgusting liar”out of self hate .  That scene was foreshadowing his lying to El in s3 (about his feelings for her). He blamed Hopper for his feelings for Will cause he told himself it wouldn’t have escalated if El had been around to ‘fix him’ . “I BLAME YOU! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK. YOU STUPID DISGUSTING liar, liar, liar, liar”.starts crying.
- Mike says “i never gave up on you (to El). “ When moments earlier he says “it took her just like it took Bob.” HE’S LYING AGAIN. He always thought she was dead -he was just hoping she was alive so he didn’t have to blame himself. He felt bad for treating her like a “weapon”. Mike saw El and didn’t even bother looking for her in the woods cause he assumed she was dead and was hallucinating. Mike saw Will’s dead body- but heard his voice and got him from another dimension (for El he couldn’t even bother to walk into the woods). Despite going into the woods in the pouring rain 2x for Will in s1& 3. El and Mike both call for Mike in the upside down (Mike in the same ep only comes for Will).
- They barely spoke to each other and all they did was makeout for 1 ep (while Mike put a drawing of ‘Will (the fire wielding) wise’ on the wall to help him kiss her/ with rainbows pic everywhere in the room to signify he’s gay and lying).  All while listening to a mixtape Will gave him as he kisses El.As Mike moves her hands off him (and sings a song from ‘boy in the box’) and El says to Max later she doesn’t know if mike’s a good kisser . And Mike rushes to one of his many established double-dates with Will and lumax  (x). And Mike in s3 when dating el, removes the sign of the heart being propelled by a rainbow (which he had before meeting El in his basement) .BUT it follows him symbolically ,as a drawing of a heart being propelled by a rainbow (in el’s room- cause no matter how much he kisses el there, he can’t escape his rainbow/being gay.)
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-as mileven kiss in s3 e1. We zoom in on the drawing of Will the wise (the lyrics over the pic are “a little more time can open closing doors”). And then Mike continues to sing this song from ‘boy in the box’ (cough closet).Will in s3e1 says he won’t fall in love and the song then a diff song plays “love that was new to you , you open up the door.” mileven at the end of s3 kissing in front of Will’s open closet door with Mike’s eyes open not kissing back , and saying he doesn’t “ remember “ the love you and just says it was “in the heat of the moment”. The mike song being from “boy in the box” (closet). And they make out to “I can’t fight this feeling” which the singer says is about wanting to admit your feelings to your friend of many years and being afraid it’ll ruin the relationship. Aka even when kissing El he’s thinking of Will and admitting his feelings and not being able to fight his feelings
- Mike saying about Max “awesome? you don’t even know her.” Dustin says “ i don’t have to i mean look at her.” El was said in s1 multiple times to look like a boy (specifically Will). So Dustin and Lucas had no interest in her -only Mike did. BUT when max (a girl who looked like a girl) arrived- they as straight boys  were smitten. And Mike was not interested at all (cause he’s gay). The fact people don’t realize Mike was rude to her because he thought Will liked her too makes me laugh - he even was 1/2 honest in s3 saying he was jealous of her  XD 
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why in s3 (when she looks like a girl) the compliment to her look is almost the same as Hopper’s comment to her makeover in s2. Paralleling Mike to her dad is the opposite of romantic!
-people say in s3 Will saying “a day free of girls” is gay coded but everyone ignores Mike in s3 saying “BOYS ONLY”. Same energy.
-MiKE has more rainbows than Will: Mike’s rainbow bedroom blinds, the rainbow-heart wooden sign in the basement in s1, the rainbow heart drawing that says Mike in s3, a rainbow sticker in his room, byler standing behind a rainbow poster in s2. And Will with the rainbow ship and the girl he danced with having a rainbow hearts-hairclip.
- People mention Mike saving El in s3 was romantic ( when he hit Billy). But when Billy slapped max he charged in to save her too and tried punching him (despite their beef). that moment wasn’t romantic (unless you think madweheeler is- which no). Mike is just a good person- he also risked his life for dustin. He’s brave and will defend HIS FRIENDS. 
- we’re almost to the end for those not keeping tract mileven is compared to stancy, ted/karen,  karen/billy, stobin, Dart/Dustin, max &mike, barb/nancy, nancy & dustin, siblings & cousins & a parent/kid dynamic. And contrasted to byler.
- Finn, after s1, said the duffers told him,   Mike thinks of her as a “puppy/ “et” , and that Mileven was a  “first summer love thing”- foreshadowing what was mileven’s downfall during the Summer (aka s3). He repeats this “first summer love” phrase 2x.  Millie when he mentioned what the duffers said, rightfully thought the puppy thing was “awful”, but Finn was clearly told mileven doesn’t last -very early on.Summer love” by definition fails-as it only lasts during the summer.  
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-It wasn’t a break it was a breakup. Like Max and Will said in response to Mike  “ she said she dumped your ass! That doesn’t sound like a break?!/ it wasn’t!’ Or El knocking all the candy out of the machine, except the kit kat Mike wanted. Slogan of kit-kat “ having a break , have a kit kat.” In other words, it was NOT a break. It was a breakup. Difference is - in s4 it’ll be El who can’t accept this fact , not Mike. Max having to correct El that Mike is her “ex boyfriend” after the breakup (in s3) foreshadows this.The other couples in s3 who fought -were always still paired together in framed shots (jancy/ lumax) were on a break (but got back together- by the end of s3,  not confident about their futures together, but they still have a distinction from mileven-based on such framing). That mileven didn’t get back together. El in s3 was always on her own and Mike was paired with Will (while the other couples were in frame). 
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this could go on and on honestly. there’s so much other stuff proving mileven is not going to be endgame. Not to mention all of Mike’s queer coding (x) XD   
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clownistyping · 3 years
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A Witch and A Hick
'Meet cute nasty.'
Hi! I'm back kinda? I'm just here to post this lil self insert story of me and Lester Sinclair from House of Wax. He doesn't get enough love and I wanna kiss him so much.
I may change the title, is Lester a Hick????? He can be if you don't think to hard about it. Idk how many chapters this'll be bc its just me writing lol. This also got up to almost 2k words so 😳😳
Also @darling-disastrous here it is uwu
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The vans brakes squeal as the girl presses down on them, Elizabeth Mayfield bounced back from the vans push. Her hair covers her face, It's filled with leaves, crystals and hair wraps on single strands. 
"Oh shut it Chariot." She grumbles and smacks the steering wheel, putting the van in park as she looks around her surroundings. 
Parked in a gas station parking lot, barely anybody around and the moon is high and bright, 
"Good night for a reading huh?" She turns to ask the dog in the back of the van. Who raises his head from the mattress in the back, the mutt puts his head back down. Turning on the roof light as she walks, 
"Move over, Mac." She grabs the cards from her bag. Pushing past the hanging crystals and dreamcatchers, she sits next to the dog. 
She hums and closes her eyes as she shuffles the cards. Letting her mind empty itself, her breathing is in sync with the dogs. Setting the cards in a pile of four, she draws the first card. It tells her what's at hand, seven of cups. She raises a brow, 
"Love?" She looks at her dog who sniffs her wrist covered in homemade bracelets, she smiles. Her face heating up, 
"Love." 
The second card speaks of the past and how it's changed her, six of cups reversed. 
"Try to be easy going, I was and I am." She puts the card back in the stack and pulls the 3rd, this will offer her food for thought. 
The high priestess shows, 
"Act more on feelings than facts. Is what I'm doing not enough?" She gestures to her van, hinting at her traveling lifestyle. 
"Is this what you're referencing to?" She lifts the seven of cups and places the two cards down together. Shaking her head she lifts the final card, which tells her a course of action she can take. The chariot arrives in her hand. 
"Again, is what I'm doing not enough?" She says out loud, 
"I named the van after this card. Come on give me a break." She says to no one but Mac listens. 
"Should we go further?" She pets the mutt who leans into her hand, 
"Maybe somewhere, where nobody will bother us." She mumbles and lays on the mattress, 
"Maybe I can be a forest witch," she mumbles and closes her eyes, letting sleep take over. 
Lester spits on the ground, he looks up at the bright moon as it shines through the woods. The music plays gently in the background, 
He hums along with the tune of 'season of the witch.' And pats his thighs to the rhythm, 
"Purdy night ain't it, Jonesy?" He asks the dog that sits on the back of the truck with him. She licks his face and he laughs. 
The sun peeks through the back doors, waking the girl in the van. She hums and sits up, Mac is standing in front of her ready to go. 
"Good idea." She says and takes him out to use the bathroom. When she puts Mac back in the van she tries to figure out where she is exactly. 
She knows she's landed herself in Louisiana, but most of the state looks the same. So she heads in the gas station, In the traffic mirror hanging above the entrance she gets a glimpse of herself. 
Elizabeth wears a long black slitted skirt, both sides are cut and her legs show when she walks. Her tank is wrinkled and her shawl is tempted to fall from her shoulders, she fixes it quickly and holds her side bag close. 
"Can I help you?" The cashier, an older woman asks and Elizabeth blinks. Back in reality, she nods. 
"Actually yes, two things. Where am I?" She asks and the woman points to the pamphlets nearby, 
"Smallwood. Okay, and uh can I use your bathroom?" 
"Gotta buy something first." The woman huffs and Elizabeth quickly searches for some travel food and drinks, 
Her only source of income is tarot reading strangers and selling the jewelry she makes. Not a lot but enough if you make the prices almost criminal. 
Grabbing some powdered donuts, quickly she pays for them and runs to the bathroom. Quickly she fixes herself up, putting on dark eyeliner only to smudge it and swiping on dark lip gloss. She smiles at her dark makeup, it simply makes her happy. Stepping out the bathroom quietly, in hopes of not gaining any attention she tries to leave silently. 
But her eyes catch a drink, staring at the energy drink from the fridge. She looks up at the cashier who's glaring at her. 
In a flash Elizabeth quickly snatches the drink and runs from the building, Mac barks from in the van and the woman hollers. 
"Get back here you freak!" The cashier screams and Elizabeth laughs as she runs. The needed adrenaline pumping through her, slamming the van open she gets in. 
Grabbing her keys, the van sputters and spits. 
"Come on, Chariot! Come on!" Elizabeth yells as she turns the key, the van rumbles as the cashier starts to run towards it. 
"Lets go!" Elizabeth yells as the van roars to life, slamming on the gas Mac is pushed back on the mattress and quickly the van escapes the parking lot with the screaming of its tires. 
Elizabeth doesn't slow the van until she reaches a wooded area, trees tower over the colorful van as it fails to blend in. But they're miles from the gas station and coming down from the high speed. 
"Cheers." Elizabeth raises the energy drink and Mac licks it, she laughs and opens it. 
The drink sprays all over the girls face immediately upon opening. She spits out the blueberry flavor and Mac licks her face all over, laughing she pushes the dog back. 
"I get it! That was well deserved karma!" She yells yells the universe,
Suddenly the van spits and sputters. 
"Oh no." She whispers and the engine cuts itself off. 
"No! Baby please!" She hollers and slams on the steering wheel, 
"Is this my karma?" She whispers and leans into her sticky seat, 
"I regret nothing." She says and sips her drink, Mac pants next to her. He breathes a disgusting smell. 
The two sit as the girl finishes her drink, she cringes as the sticky feeling on her face. 
"I can handle a lot of things," she starts, looking at Mac and then the bones she collects all scattered in the van. 
"But I can't handle a facial." She laughs and gets out of the van, Mac jumps out with her and sniffs the new ground. Elizabeth grabs the water from the back she runs it over her face, washing away the substance. Once the feeling of soda was gone Elizabeth checks her face in the side mirror. 
Her eyeliner was running, she shrugs. 
"Tell me, Mac. How do I look?" She turns, expecting her dog. 
"Mac?" She says and looks around, the dog stands in the distance. His head raised as he sniffs the area, Elizabeth cups her mouth and yells. 
"Hey, Get back here!" Mac looks at her and quickly sprints away towards the scent. 
Elizabeth groans and quickly runs after the speeding dog. But he's quickly lost in the weeds of Louisiana. 
"Mac!" She calls out and hears no response, but a rotting smell hits her. She doesn't flinch, after willingly tearing through dead animals for a good bone. She's numb to the smell. 
And now she knows where that damn dog is headed. 
Stomping her way through the thickets, she tries to keep calm her fingers absent-mindedly fidgeting with her silver coin necklace. 
"Well hey there buddy, where you come from?" Elizabeth hears a voice say and she follows it. 
"Alright load up!" Lester says and opens the passenger door of the truck, Jonesy quickly hopes in the truck and sits down. Ready to ride. In the back is another deer carcass, along with a vulture he accidentally hit. Lester taps his hands against the wheel as the music plays, Johnny Cash sings Ring of Fire on the radio, the chorus sings and Lester joins. 
"And it burns, burns burns! The ring of fire!" Lester sings off key and Jonesey howls with him. 
"If I could, I'd be in a band, Jonesy." The dog licks Lester's face and he laughs, 
"Ah you're right, my ugly mug don't belong on no stage. I'm happy right here." He kisses the dogs head and she barks.  
Lester drives down the bumpy pathway that leads him to the roadkill pit, he always checks to see if any strays show. His heart is soft for animals without a home, he likes to gain their trust. Make them feel safe while also being independent. 
"Think we'll find anything?" Lester asks and backs the truck up to face the pit. As the two leave the truck, Lester hears movement from the hole. Turning towards it he smiles when he sees a collared dog sniffing around the carcasses. 
"Well hey there buddy, where you come from?" 
The dog looks up, his mouth full of the meat. 
"Oh come on you don't wanna be eating that old meat." Lester pats his thighs, 
"I got some good eatin at my place if you wanna come with." Lester smiles and the dog stumbles his way through the pile, Jonesey sniffs the mutts face and licks it clean, the new dog pounces and the two quickly engage in play. 
"Well ain't that sweet, already made a friend huh, Jonesy?" 
Lester says, he lets the two play and opens the back of his truck. Tossing out the carcasses, he then opens the passenger door. 
"Alright you two, let's get going!" Lester pats the door and Jonesy was quick to jump in. 
The new dog stood in place and sat, 
"Oh come on boy, don't be shy." Lester whistles, 
"HEY!" Lester looks up, above the cliff he heard the voice. 
"THAT'S MY DOG!" The person yells and Lester sees the stranger, the said dog barks at the voice. 
A girl wearing dark flowy clothes, her face covered in runny makeup. 
"Hey, watch out!" Lester calls out and suddenly the girl fell off the cliff. 
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makeste · 3 years
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I can't find a legitimate source stating that Hori cried while writing 297, but then again I can't read Japanese so perhaps that's how that was found out. How far is the prison from UA? All Might may not be fast enough. Do you think AFO would order the nomu to take out all might (I think shig's body isnt goin w them) or would he prefer to do it himself? OOOH or maybe if such a scenario is about to happen, Stain would save All Might? All Might still has to explain his concern about the 4th user!
yeah, I haven’t been able to find a source for the whole “Horikoshi cried while writing 297″ thing either, so for now I’m going to treat it as just a rumor. the only thing I’ve actually been able to confirm is that the weekly preview for the next chapter apparently says “the worst is not over yet.” but from what I understand, these preview blurbs aren’t actually written by Horikoshi, but by Jump’s editors. and they’re more like teasers/commercials (”tune in next time for the shocking conclusion...!”) than actual hints at what’s to come. we can already see that things aren’t looking good for Our Heroes at the moment, so I wouldn’t say this preview is telling us anything we don’t already know.
as for the Horikoshi crying thing, way back in June Horikoshi made a remark in Jump’s weekly author comment section, where he said he had spent two hours “crying from both joy and sadness.” and I recall that fandom had this exact same “OMG WHO IS HE KILLING OFF IN THE NEXT CHAPTER” reaction, despite the fact that he never said he had cried because of a chapter, or while writing a chapter, or anything like that. people just sort of assumed and/or paraphrased, and word ended up spreading in pretty much the exact same way it is now.
so I’m starting to wonder if this is just history repeating itself lol. not that this makes me any more optimistic about the upcoming arc in general, but at least in regards to 297, there doesn’t seem to be any proof that that chapter in particular will be especially traumatizing. still bracing myself just in case though.
and lastly, regarding the rest of your ask,
I’m not sure how far Tartarus is from U.A. but it’s at least close enough that the characters can drive down for an afternoon visit, as several of them have done in the past.
I’m not sure if AFO would have the Noumu dispose of All Might or not. he really seems to be the kind of guy who likes to torment his enemies and really drag out their suffering, and with All Might in particular he might want to make the occasion of his death as ~special~ as possible. but on the other hand, I could also see him ordering the Noumu to take him out as sort of an insult to him. sort of a disrespectful, “look how powerless you’ve become; you’re not even worthy of a Main Character’s death anymore” sort of thing. idk.
it would be badass af if AFO freed Stain and the other prisoners, expecting them to become his loyal followers in return, only to have Stain turn on him and come to All Might’s rescue. I would love that.
and yeah, All Might does still owe Deku a conversation about the fourth OFA user. however (and I won’t really get into it here because I’m already working on a meta about it), I suspect that Katsuki is actually going to be more central to that plot. I would still like to see Deku confront All Might about all his secret-keeping, though. hopefully he’ll get to do that with the actual All Might, and won’t have to settle for just having a conversation with All Might’s Vestige. :/ lol I really need the next chapter as soon as possible so I can stop worrying about all this. of all the cliffhangers to have a long break on... damn.
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