#it feels like every interaction i try to start falls flat

[reaper-chan666]

Since the poll said longer posts with multiple types of Hybrid! Readers interacting with Taskforce 141, I'll start slow, and gain speed as I go. I'll start with Lioness! Reader, Bat! Reader, and go from there! I'm sorry if it seems short still!

Lioness Hybrid! Reader who doesn't like it when people assume they're weak, since they're smaller than the male Lion Hybrids, is automatically weaker. But they've never been allowed to go into the field to prove otherwise. Instead, they get placed on desk at every base, essentially becoming a glorified secretary, and it pisses them off. Over time they become irritable, then they start becoming increasingly agitated, until it gets to the point, that they're just flat out aggressive, and get traded around to different squads since people get tired of dealing with them.

Until John Price of Taskforce 141 sees their file, and decides to transfer them over to base. Immediately, all the personnel on base is put on edge. They've heard the stories of this hybrid, and they don't want to deal with that. Within a week of Lioness! Reader transferring, Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap notice that the hybrid seems agitated when they aren't put on missions or on regular training, so they have a small meeting, and decide to test out the abilities of Lioness! Reader. After Lioness! Reader is tested by doing the training regimen that Ghost follows, it's clear to the four men, that while the hybrid is smaller, they're faster and stronger than they seem, so Ghost makes it a point to read up on Lioness Hybrids, and comes up with a training regimen that will allow reader to train to their fullest potential. And it works, the hybrid quickly loses the aggressive behaviors once they start training with the four men, and soon they go on missions with the boys, getting results with brutal efficiency.

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Bat Hybrid! Reader, who is forced into military sleep schedules, and gets sick easily because of the stress it puts on their bodies. Gaz is visiting the base that the hybrid is at, and immediately notices how bad it is, so he calls Price and explains what's going on, Price then calls Laswell, and there is an emergency transfer for the poor hybrid.

Bat! Reader is allowed to set their sleep schedule to follow their bodies needs, and it starts a discussion about meeting Hybrids needs in the military, and not always forcing them to conform to things, especially not things that will cause their bodies harm, like sleep, diet, and training.

Bat! Reader, who shows their strengths once they're recovered, being able to find things in absolute darkness, flying up to around 60 miles per hour on a regular mission, to 100 miles per hour in an emergency. Bat! Reader has an amazing sense of smell, and uses echolocation to help track targets and squad members alike, and being able to accurately differentiate who's who. But that sense of smell comes at a cost. Bat! Reader has issues with strong odors, causing the guys to get better ventilation installed in the barracks.

Bat! Reader, who likes to sleep upside down at times, so Price installs a pull up bar in their room, with a soft cushion on the ground underneath it, just in case they were to fall. They tend to get anxious alone when they're trying to fall asleep alone, so typically the guys will sit in there with them until they fall asleep, unintentionally starting a bunch of break times that forces the guys to slow down and breathe.

I ran out of ideas, it's almost 6 am and I have a migraine, I'll post more when my brain doesn't feel like mush.

Give me more Hybrid suggestions, or tell me if you want to see more Snake! Lioness! Or Bat! Readers again.

Bye!

#cod #task force 141 #reaper chan's writings #hybrid reader #FANON NOT CANON #tf 141 x reader

[anchoeritic]

★ — GOD IS FAIR, SEXY NASTY !

ABBY ANDERSON + FEM!READER

SYNOPSIS: where it took a lot more than just a 'please' to have abby finally relieve the ache sitting between your thighs.

WARNING: eighteen plus only content. minors do not interact. dominant abby, oral (reader rec.), praise kink, fem. directed terms (girlfriend, good girl, etc.), lowercase writing.

IT WAS NO SECRET that abby was more of a giver than a receiver. whatever her partner gets off to, she gets off to it too.

whether it’s stuffing her face between your thighs, nipping love bites down your stomach.. every moan of yours was pleasurable to her.

one thing she absolutely loved? giving you head. it was her most favourite thing in the world. if it could be her last meal, it would be. that woman is most definitely skilled.

the way your body wouldn’t be able to stay still whenever her hands were roaming across, trailing down your skin as they finally grip at the bottom of your thighs. she’s tugging you closer to her, making your clothed pussy hit right at her hips.

“what’s on your mind, baby?” abby’s mumbling out to ask you, “use your words ‘nd tell me what you need.” her grip was firm on your thighs, fingers softly digging into you. your panties would be beyond soaked at this point, dripping through the thin lace fabric.

“need you, abby.. shit, i want you.” your face flushes out a warm feeling, too embarrassed to finish your train of thought. your body is sprawled out on the mattress, bare in all its glory with the exception of your flimsy pair of panties hanging on your hips.

she finds your humiliation entertaining. god, you looked like such a dumb baby trying to spit out your wants and needs. all you needed was to ask, but she wanted you to beg.

“keep going…” she stares down at you, waiting for you to continue. “let me hear you beg like the good girl you are, yeah?”

“touch me, please. i’m all yours.” abby’s hand laid flat on your thighs, tapping on you softly as your sweet pleads filled her eardrums. “been achin’ all day for you, let me have this.”

it didn’t take long for her fingers to find the thin strings of your panties, pulling down the lace to reveal your sopping cunt, all wet for her.. and only her. the sight in front of her only made the ache between her thighs grow, becoming almost needier than her girlfriend.

she could just consume you whole, at this point. with the way you were staring down at her; all teary and needy. she could’ve had them start streaming down your cheeks in no time. have you all flustered and humiliated.

“been waiting all day, huh? bet you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” she almost laughed down at you, imagining how pathetic you’d look trying to please yourself with your fingers. she knew they could never compare to hers, or her tongue.

she was right, though. you really couldn’t resist trying to pleasure yourself. but with everything you did, you never came close to reaching your high.

every thought you had of abby, every scene replaying in your head of last night, it still couldn’t help you. she was the only one that could.

leaning in closer, she could feel the heat radiating off of your cunt. the fabric wasn’t thick enough to hold her off as she let her tongue lay flat on the surface of the centre. the wet spot on your panties grew bigger, abby’s tongue covering your entire pussy through your panties.

“oh, f—fuck..” if it wasn’t for her hands holding you down by your hips, you would’ve started rocking them against her. she felt your hands gripping at her head, holding onto her hair for dear life. she hadn’t even started and already had you damn near on the edge.

a long stripe down your panties. that’s what it took to have her name fall from your lips, quivering the last syllable. “ab—by, abby, oh my god.”

your head was thrown back waiting for her to continue, eyes fully shut as you only saw darkness. but as much as you saw nothing, you felt everything at the tip of her tongue. quite literally, in this case.

“look at me, baby,” she mumbles against your cunt, “let me see those eyes as i fuckin’ devour you.”

obeying, your eyes fluttered back open to see hers already staring up at you; cold and dark. only that look could send you over the edge. staring into your soul while her tongue is about to be into you.

“such a pretty pussy, mm..” moving your panties aside with her thumb, she took a good look at your pussy in front of her. licking her lips, she looked back up at you with a wide grin. “and she’s all mine, isn’t she?”

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #the last of us #tlou #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby anderson tlou2

[pandorxxx]

What about reverse cowgirl with loak and ur holding on to his legs while u fuck yourself on him and since ur ass is on his face he just spanks u time and time again until u try to change ur position and he then gets mad at u for disobeying and just pulls out of u and instead starts slapping ur pussy 🫣

🔞minors, do not interact🔞

“Mhm just like that, y/n! Don’t stop!” Lo’ak grunted, watching your ass slap against his pelvis with great force. You held onto his knees, screwing your face in pleasure with every thrust.

“l-lo’ak I-I’m s-ooo clo-“ you whined before being cut off by a hard smack to the ass.

“No you’re not! Hold that shit!” He growled, guiding your hips down onto him harshly. He watched your juices slide down his cock with every thrust, creating a waterfall that down the sides of his hips.

“Mmmm I wish you could see this shit! You look so good in this position, mama.” He groaned slapping your ass again. This time, creating a large handprint on your skin.

You cried out in pain and pleasure, feeling that knot tightening up in your lower abdomen. “I-I can’t hold it- ngh! pleaseee let me cum!” You whined, throwing your head down in exhaustion as you gripped his legs tighter.

“What did I tell you? HUH?” He grabbed your tail, wrapping it around his forearm to yank some sense into you. “ow, ow!” You yelped, tears welling in your eyes.

“What did I SAY?” He growled, thrusting up into you at a fast pace. Hitting your sweetspot everytime. You gasped loudly, eyes widening at the pleasure. You tapped his leg repeatedly, essentially tapping out.

“i-i can’t baby, please!” You whimpered, feeling your high approaching you quickly. His rage was growing stronger, taking it out on your plush ass. He spanked you repeatedly, as he felt you clench around him.

“You better hold that shit! And I’m not playing around!” He growled, punishing you with hard snacks to the ass, as he kept his same steady pace inside you. You squirmed and whined, trying your best to hold it for him, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ughhh I’m s-sorry lo’ak!” You cried before convulsing on top of him, moaning and whimpering as your cream coated his cock.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Just like that!” You screamed, bouncing on him softly to ride out your high, ready to deal with the consequences later on.

“So fucking needy!” Lo’ak growled from behind you, his face riddled with anger. You snapped out of your bliss, turning around slightly to look at him.

“Get off, NOW!” He roared, throwing you on your back. He crawled in between your legs, sitting up on his knees. You looked at him with pure terror, patiently awaiting his next punishment.

“You think you can just use me? And I don’t get anything in return? So fucking selfish!” He chuckled angrily, glaring down at your exposed body.

“Lo’ak I couldn’t hol-“ you whimpered, immediately being cut off when he smacked your cunt. “OUCH!” You screamed, trying to close your legs around him, to no avail.

“But didn’t I tell you to hold it?” He asked calmly, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth before smacking your cunt again. You whinced in pain, throwing your head back.

“What about me? HUH?” He titled his head, trailing your body with his lustful eyes. Looking as if he was ready to devour you whole.

“I-I’m sorry!” You whined nervously, placing your shaky hand infront of your bruised cunt.

“Move your hand.” He growled lowly, ripping your hand away before smacking your cunt with the back of his hand. You screamed out, letting a pool of tears fall from your puffy eyes.

He grabbed your neck tightly, bringing you up until you two were face to face. “You’re gonna take care of ME know, right?” He snarled through gritted teeth. You nodded frantically, anything to stop him from punishing you. He chuckled, eyeing you up and down.

“You think you’re crying now?” He asked, moving his head towards your flat ears, nipping at them gently.

“Just wait until I’m done with you…”

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #avatar loak #loak headcanons #loak x reader #loak smut #loak fluff #loak x y/n #loak #loak fanfiction #loak sully #loak x you

[rosemaryfollows]

I’m hearing you out on dealer

[ taking this as an opportunity to write a fic for the dealer :PPP ]

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘯

|| synopsis : falling in love with a creature beyond god. (or maybe he's just crazy) ||

[ cw: harassment, canonical violence ]

It's been some time since you started working at this dinky nightclub, and you absolutely hated it. It was constantly disgusting and smelt heavy of smelted drugs and often iron. The music was always playing way too loud for it to be enjoyable, and you hated it more than anything. Every moment was overwhelming and the patrons did not make it any easier. 'The junkies come out at night.' You tried to see the best in folks that came into the club, but that statement started to seem more and more true every shift you had. And of course, it was a damn weekend shift, so the place was packed more than normal. The chatter was almost enough to drown out the loud and almost consistent shot sounds coming from upstairs. Almost. Still, you'd feel your body jolt as the sound that overtook the music and speaking every time you heard it.

You had been hired as a sort of, 'help', taking drinks to people in the side rooms and ever so rarely you'd have to take a twelve pack of beers upstairs into what you and your co-workers called 'the game room'. You never really met the man who resided inside, but ever so often you did see him looking down over the balcony edge, peering down at all the people. Often, you joked with the bartender, Johnny, that he was selecting his neck plaything, other times, you'd offer a small wave when you caught him staring you down. He was your boss after all, and it's not like you couldn't interact with him. He'd always nod his head down at you after these little interactions, and you couldn't tell if he'd smile or if that was just his face.

He was, a large man. He almost reminded you of 'King pin' from those old marvel comics. He intrigued you sure, but you weren't one to poke the bear. You'd shake the thoughts of him away from your head as you heard someone slur your name out, making you turn around. It was a regular, he was here every weekend, just to bother you. That's how it seemed anyways. You'd roll your eyes and walk over with a smile, "Welcome back, sir, is there anyway I can help you today?" You'd offer your kindest and loudest customer service voice, holding your little notepad up as you waited for him to speak. When his hand reached out and pulled the back of your knee closer to him, you felt yourself cringe internally. You'd pull away from him, sighing softly.

"Come on baby, you know you want this dick of mine. You stare at me all the time." Yeah, because you scratch at the inside of your arm like you cant wait for you next shipment of needles. You thought, snickering to yourself as you shook your head. "Sir, I've told you several times I have a boyfriend. Now, what can I get you to drink?" You asked, making sure to lock your legs now so he couldn't pull you easily. He gave a groan and rolled his eyes at you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you harshly down, placing your hand on his almost exposed crotch. Your face went pale, having to swallow the vomit that threatened to bubble up, you try and tug your hand away with no avail, tears lining the bottom of your eyes as you felt the heat of this random man against your palm. "Dude, what the hell? Get the fuck-" You started, before feeling a large hand on your shoulder. Your head snapped over to look over your shoulder, eyes seeing the lower half of the dealers pinstripe suit.

Your gaze trailed up as you still tried to pull you hand away, "Oh- Sir I'm sorr-" You were cut off again by a jut of the mans hips, the junkie hadn't even noticed the man looming over the two of you. The dealer would clear his throat, making the man look up and release your hand, causing you to fall back flat on your ass. You scrambled to get up onto your feet, The Dealer watching you and making sure you stood up alright before speaking to the man.

"How would you like to make a large sum of money tonight, son?" His voice was low and gravely, and just his stature alone was enough to bring even a pang of fear into your own heart. The man looked up at The Dealer, eyes blown out as he tilted his head. "How much money are we talking?" The patron asked, clearly interested in a little more drug money.

"Hundreds. Thousands. Millions." The Dealer said, his smile never dropping for a moment, even you were a bit curious, wondering how he could offer up millions of dollars but not hire a janitor. Though, with your still shaking hands, you nodded slightly and began to walk away from the men, only being stopped by a large hand on your waist, pulling you closer. The Dealer was a well put together man, but he stank of cigarettes and gun powder, you found out with your newfound place at his side. His hand moved up to your shoulder, the grip on you tight but not hurtful.

"Oh, fuck yeah! I'm fuckin down, let me finish up with this broad!" The man stood and pointed a thumb at you, making you shrink ever so slightly into The Dealer.

"No need. You'll have pleanty of... 'broads', soon enough." The Dealer would say, leaning down a bit to be at eye level with the man. Your grip on your little notepad tightened as you looked up at your boss, silently thanking him in your head for rescuing you from the man. The patron eyed you two careful before a knowing smile spread across his face, "Ahhh! I get it! That's your hot piece of ass huh?" He'd laugh and look at you, "Doin' some side work for your sugar daddy then huh?" He'd hold his stomach as he laughed, his comment causing a grimace to appear on your face.

The Dealer didn't deny this claim, but gently moved you to his side, finally looking at you with an almost charming smile. You'd never taken the time to actually look upon his face, but it was fairly horrifying. Sunken in, not even visible eyes, sharp and uneven teeth, skin almost looking like it was made of silly putty than skin.. But even still, that initial attraction remained, and now with the way he had stepped in to save you from some guy who decided to use you for his own pleasure than say his wife? Only doubled the feelings you had grown for him. While The Dealer placed his hand on the patrons shoulder, leading him off to the second floor.

While he ushered the man inside, not giving him a moment to think, The Dealer looked back down at the floor, looking for you in the crowd. Finally, when he caught a glimpse of you, a loud whistle rang out above all the music, moaning the laughter. You looked up to the sound almost frantically, though no one around you did the same. Didn’t they hear it? It was so loud! When your eyes landed on The Dealer, that strange smile spread across his face as he gave you a nod of the head. You couldn’t help but smile. With a little nod back, you’d finally shift your gaze back to the sea of people, ready to continue your shift.

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[ GUYS. IS THIS GOOD BE HONEST BRO PLEASE ]

[ @thedealersfiance (figured i should tag u this is ur husband) ]

#rosemaryfollows #buckshot roulette dealer #buckshot roulette #horror #idk how else to tag this #buckshot #roulette

[rhinocio]

I’ve been trying to figure out how to articulate this, but I think the core of it is: Leo is very, very much an ADHD-riddled, loud, dramatic Problem Child. He’s used to making himself the center of attention and paying for it; his default is to joke around until things blow up in his face, and then panic. He’ll defer blame over and over when the stakes are low, but as soon as the consequences of his actions become dangerous, he goes, “Here, make me the scapegoat! I’m used to it! I can take it!”

Like, okay, Flushed But Never Forgotten is a good example. It’s established in that episode that Leo’s the one who convinced his brothers not to confess to having lost Piebald. He doesn’t want to deal with the short term consequences of getting in trouble with his dad – doesn't want to be the Problem again – so he finds every possible way to avoid it. Make a dummy fish. Swear his siblings to secrecy. He says repeatedly that it’ll be Mikey's fault if they’re all punished for the mistake, even though Leo’s the one who took the avoidance of confession to an extreme degree. Leo, like Donnie, is happy to throw someone else into the line of fire when it means he avoids getting into trouble… until that trouble becomes lethal. As soon as it becomes obvious that his family’s legitimately in danger, Leo demands that everything be solely his fault. Hurt me, spare them.

Leo desperately wants acknowledgement but only knows how to attract it by being a pain in the ass. He’s got big ideas and a bigger personality, a constant desire for excitement and a constant fear of repercussions. Chances are he’s spent his whole life being a bombastic little shit and faced backlash for being too irritating, too infuriating, too much. So he leaned into it. Made it camp. Leo’s flamboyant and dramatic and that’s his BRAND, baby. He’s the comedy guy. He’s clever with words. He’s pretty enough that it offsets how annoying he is to be around. 

He’s used to people getting peeved at him, and after years of practice can pretty easily roll that off his back. When the only consequence of saying, “Yeah, that thing I did was definitely all Donnie’s fault,” is having Donnie and potentially a couple other people yell at him, Leo’s fine doing it. He hams up the interaction, makes a gag out of it, defaults to the class clown tactics of deflection and distraction. 

But when all Leo’s usual tactics fail – when he can’t deflect anymore, when the jokes fall flat, when the consequences of his actions are huge and dire and are going to result in someone getting hurt instead of just angry – then he starts scrambling. He’s exhausted his bag of tricks, and all he’s got left is, “I’m the Problem Child, and blaming me makes it better. So blame me.”

The irony of Leo’s whole situation is that in playing up his cool guy persona to hide how much getting rejected bothers him, he’s made himself more likely to be rejected. He gets those, “Yes, punish him!” reactions from his brothers because they’re frustrated with his drama, which reinforces Leo’s need to ramp up his clownery to hide how ganged up on he feels. He’s the guy who takes things too far, who antagonises and instigates and makes small problems into huge ones, and he knows that, but I don’t think that’s created a self-hatred so much as a desperate need to prove himself. Leo doesn’t see himself as worth less than others; he actually believes he’s very worth paying attention to, and desperately wants someone to acknowledge that. As his, “Why doesn’t anybody trust me?” line in Many Unhappy Returns highlights, Leo’s trying to prove he’s capable and intelligent and helpful, but his long-established habits and self-defense mechanisms are muddying up all those earnest attempts.

So here’s the thing: I don’t think Leo keeps self-sacrifice in his back pocket like an ace, really. It’s not his go-to last ditch plan on purpose, not an unreasonably-thought-out method of proving he’s good enough. Instead, Leo’s repeat instances of offering himself up to protect people he cares about is what happens when shit gets real and all that bravado and pageantry that he keeps around himself like a second shell gets thrown off. Sometimes there’s a guilty motivation helping his choices along, but for the most part there’s just Leo, who’s been taking hits his entire life for everything that he is and does and tries to be. It's not that he doesn't love himself, it's that he loves everyone else too much to let them get hurt.

He’s been playing the sacrifice since day one, and has confidently decided that nobody else deserves to.

#I just have a lot of feelings about this moron you guys #ROTTMNT #TMNT #leonardo #character analysis #ROTTMNT movie spoilers

[angelsdean]

okay continuing my critique on 1x09 Home and how it just fell flat for me narratively, despite having a really good concept in theory, I have to talk about Missouri and her interactions with Dean. To be clear, this is NOT a knock on Missouri as a character, but about the writing choices made throughout the episode with how she speaks to Dean in juxtaposition to how she interacts with Sam.

First off, this is a Kripke episode so, all my criticism is directed at that man !!! So, throughout the whole episode they made the choice to have Missouri be harsher to Dean than Sam. There's a lot of this "teasing scolding" thing she does with him, which I probably wouldn't complain about this in any other circumstance because it's clearly supposed to function as comedic relief, but in this episode specifically it feels tonally off and misplaced. Like, they're coming back to their old house where something very traumatic happened. The episode should feel heavy for them (which, the fact that it doesn't is something I've talked abt already and my main critique). Dean is the one with actual memories of that night and that house and Missouri would know that and would know that it would be harder for him to face that house than Sam, so I really do not get Kripke's choice to write her treating Dean harsher than Sam in this ep.

Like almost every interaction w/ Dean is some kind of teasing or dismissing comment. And again, a lot of them are harmless and wouldn't even bother me IF it weren't this episode where it's clear this is supposed to be hard and traumatic for them (but Dean specifically!!) Like just starting off with the "you were a goofy looking kid" and "if you put your foot on my coffee table i'll whack you with a spoon" like…tonally these comments just feel out of place. The goofy looking kid one just doesn't make sense to me since John went to Missouri just days after the fire, and 4 yr old baby dean was not ? goofy looking ? That's the sort of comment you make when you're talking about the awkward pre-teen stage or something, imo. The foot on the coffee table comment just seems unnecessary to me and once again trying to go for that comedic relief angle but it just falls flat for me in the context of this ep.

And then this trend continues with saying Dean's not the sharpest tool in the shed (reinforcing this perception the narrative has of painting Dean as the "dumber one") Dismissing him using an EMF reader and saying it's "amateur", despite the fact that the EMF works perfectly fine and does, in fact, alert to the presence of spirits. Every time Dean asks questions or voices an objection Missouri dismisses him or explains things to Dean in a patronizing way and it's notable because she doesn't act this way with Sam at all. Then later, when the house is a mess from the poltergeist, Missouri tells Jenny the mom, not to worry about the mess because Dean will clean this all up, and snaps at him specifically to get to work.

And again, it just feels really weird and misplaced. And I'm fully directing my criticism at Kripke and asking WHY. What was the reason? It also feels like a lot of these interactions were playing into stereotypes of the "sassy" black woman which is just very :/ Like idk I'm just not sure what Krikpe's reasoning was for writing these interactions and for the clear juxtaposition in how Missouri interacts sympathetically toward Sam but dismissive toward Dean. Especially in an episode where I feel like it would have made the most sense to make Dean the POV character / central focus since he IS the one with memories and trauma of that house and that night.

I think the choice to make this the episode where they introduce Sam's psychic powers really took away from a lot of what the episode should have been about: going back home after the message of "you can never go home" and Dean swearing to himself he never would, and confronting that trauma and literally seeing their mother's ghost !! That should've been the focus IMO. Like they should've introduced Sam's visions in a different episode. Then had those visions take them to Lawrence, let the focus be on Dean, with Sam seeking help / guidance from Missouri on his visions as the side-plot. AND THEN, have Missouri continue to show up as a recurring character helping Sam with his psychic visions and also filling a Bobby-like role as someone they go to for cases / lore / information. Missouri says, "Don't you boys be strangers" at the end of the episode and then they don't see her again for over a decade !!!! Kripke, I am once again asking, WHY.

#like. i have headcanons for why missouri is treating them differently. primarily tied to my dean killed john AU #which i'll talk abt more in another post #but idk why in canon kripke made these choices #anyways if ppl have thoughts / opinions on this juxtaposition i'd love to hear them! #vics spn rewatch #spn 1x09 #vic.txt

[movedmovedsoup]

Hey I love your writing so I was wondering if you could do a finney x fem!reader where he has a super big crush on the reader so he embarresses himself a lot in front of her and it's just a super cute fluffy and awkward fic and if it's possible do you think you can tie it all up with him confessing his crush and mabye even her being his first kiss if thats not possible that's totally fine thank you!!!

i’m sorry if this seems a little rushed ! i wanted to get something out ! and this is adorable i had fun writing it💕

“lovefool”

finney blake x fem! reader !

dear god. finney was nothing else but embarrassing when it came to girls, girls he liked to be specific. he was never the kid every girl liked in elementary, usually getting flat out ignored or just grouped in with the quiet undesirable kids of the class. he wasn’t like his best friend robin arellano or his fellow baseball player bruce yamada. the two having girls practically fawning over the two boys, whenever homecoming wrapped around it was like a war zone in girl world, as almost every teenage girl tried to get noticed by either of the two. or if they wanted to be more on the risky side, they’d tried to grab the attention of vance ‘pinball’ hopper which almost never worked. but long story short what mattered was that finney just wasn’t..exactly experienced in that field. the boys he had named had some type of girlfriend in their life. meanwhile the closest finney got to that was dancing with his friend donna at their third grade show for the parents. god that haunted him. it never exactly bothered him a whole lot, yeah okay here and there but it wasn’t his number one problem. he didn’t put his time and attention onto crushes. that was until you came around. you weren’t new to denver no no you just came from a different school hence why finney hadn’t seen you around in middle school. you weren’t an out of an ordinary girl, not in a bad way. not too popular but not too unknown. just kinda in the middle of everything. you were donna’s right hand woman being friends since birth, you two being family friends.

the first impression you had of finney was the first day of freshman year, 1979. walking through the halls of the semi-crowded building you had spotted a familiar face, that being finney. you had gone to his games here and there over the summer so it wasn’t like the two of you were strangers. from that point on from that day the two of you made it a priority to walk to first period together. you guys didn’t share it but were right next door to each other. sure you’d do the talking most of the time but you didn’t really mind at all. little did you know the whole reason why finney was so silent was because he was practically choking on his words trying to talk to you. only able to let out hums of agreement and nods. the occasional “yea!” that was so silent if you made the smallest noise you were sure to miss it. looking back on past interactions finney would get extremely embarrassed. one of those things where your about to fall asleep and think of something so mortifying. like this one time when the two of you were chatting at the bleachers when a stray baseball had hit him point blank in the back of the head.

you ended up having to drag him over to the nurse because he was so dizzy. and could you imagine how embarrassed he was? he was muttering apologies and sighing all the while you helped him. and do not get me started when he tried to impress you with his baseball skills at the fourth of july game, only to fall flat on his face on third base because he got too nervous feeling your eyes on him. and you were kind enough to wipe the dirt off his face when the game was over. in a way you found it cute how finney was more on the shy side. you didn’t exactly enjoy how some guys came on too strong and too over confident. usually they were just straight up jerks. so when the news hit finney that none other than his old bully matty had asked you out the day before behind the school.

oh he was absolutely livid. sure you didn’t exactly know what happened between him and finney, you just thought they had a small altercation. it was the end of the school day and you usually waited for finney to come out of his last period. resting your head against the cold wall of the hall. finney had soon came into your field of vision looking rather upset. his expression had spiked your interest, it was only once in a while he’d get upset over something. and finney had quite the patience. you met him half way with a concerned look on your face. “finney are you alright? “ you tried not to trample all over him with concern as he dismissed you with a shake of his head. “no i’m fine.” he mumbled sucking the inside of his cheek as the two of you started up on walking. you obviously knew he wasn’t alright so you pressed on, catching up to his speed. “finney you seriously aren’t selling it.” you mumbled back, the chatter of kids getting louder and louder as class got dismissed. finney could feel his heart sinking into the pits of his stomach. like the total idiot he was he already assumed you were gonna say yes to matty. he was pretty well known around school, he was well feared not as much as vance hopper but him and his goons could easily beat up whoever looked at them the wrong way. and finney..well..

he wasn’t very aggressive he wasn’t a fighter, more of a lover if anything. it was a bit embarrassing how his little sister gwen had to fight for him one time last year. he did a better job standing up for himself currently now. he had a few scattered friends here and there he was fine with a close knit small group. the pick was obvious in his mind. matty had beaten him once again to you and finney just had to unfortunately accept it. he just had to know what you were gonna say or what you did say to matty. lifting his head up to glance at you from underneath his lashes. “what did you say to matty?” “huh?” “matty asked you out didn’t he??” he confronted, his stomach twisting into a swirl of nasty jealous emotions. now you were a bit confused, why was finney getting all stirred up about this? with a deep sigh you slightly rolled your eyes getting aggravated at his assumptions. “and why do you even care??” the tone of voice you had slightly rose in volume, eyebrows knitting together in frustration. balling his hands into fists as he halted to a stop. the rubble from the unkept streets making a small noise underneath his sneakers.

“because y/n!!! i like you!! i’ve been liking you ever since donna has introduced us, i’ve been liking you ever since you cleaned the dirt up from my face even though i was looking like a total idiot!!” he didn’t even realize what he was saying, his mouth moving faster than his nerves at the moment. “i..i don’t want you to go with that asshole!! god y/n you are too good for him and probably too good for me-!! i..” he trailed off as his words started to jumble together like his thoughts and emotions. seeing the shocked expression that laid upon your face he had finally realized what he had said. a small frown made its way onto his lips as he shook his head, embarrassment filling into his heart. turning on his heel, he started to speed walk once more. not expecting you to follow beside him, ever. blinking a bit and quickly closing your agape mouth you didn’t hesitate to quickly catch up to finney who was a whole more farther from you. “finney!!” you sighed out, placing your hands on his shoulders as you quickly caught your breath. “i..is..is it true? what you said just now? is it true?” you breathed out with a more than happy smile, the smile that made finney’s heart skip a beat.

“why are you asking..?” he mumbled, confusion evident in his voice. “just-just tell me you meant it, is it true what you said? do you really mean it?” you repeated yourself once more, chest heaving up and down as excitement filled your lungs. as finney nodded that was all the confirmation you needed before gently bringing him close and landing a rushed kiss on his lips. both hands were carefully placed onto his cheeks, squishing his face ever so slightly. the two of you slightly clinked teeth together as smiles were etched onto both of your faces. you had caught finney by surprise but in a good way. his hands hovered over your shoulders, not sure where to place his hands. as you pulled away, grinning from ear to ear, matching finney’s expression you let out a small laugh. “i never accepted matty’s invitation how rude of you to assume!” you teased, letting out a joyful sigh as you adoringly looked at a bashful finney. “i..i..er..i..didn’t me…” he stumbled over his words as he lightly touched his now lipgloss covered lips.

your laughter filled up the afternoon air as you gently grabbed ahold of his hand, starting to walk once again, intertwining hands just for good measure. you could’ve sworn you felt finney squeeze your hand as butterflies overtook his stomach. god, he really was a total lovefool.

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Butterflies in the Stomach # Summer when they were 14.

A/N 1) - To whoever that missed me :P I am back guysss. I wanted to write this fanfic but it kept taking too long and once I started writing it became waaayy too lengthy so please bear with me.

A/N 2) The fanfic is kinda inspired by this pic. Such cuties!!! <3

A/N 3) All the credits to the actual artist. This image is NOT MINE.

A/N 4) Please forgive the typos!

There are a few easter eggs in this fanfic. Let me know if you guys managed to find them :) Without further ado. Enjoy!

Shinichi was annoyed.

He clearly knew he was annoyed.

His gums were aching because he was clenching his jaw way too tightly, his hands were tightly fisted and he just knew for sure that he had a very ugly expression on his face.

Since he aspired to be a detective he had deduced why he was feeling this way but no amount of rational logic was helping him right now.

Meanwhile, the core reason for his irritation remained completely oblivious to his agony and was happily chatting away with him.

He sighed and went to his seat not like he could interrupt.

************

Shinichi's emotions were all over the place.

He glanced at Ran who was chatting with Fuji Kaname. The two of them had become acquainted when both of them were assigned morning duty and to make things worse a seat change had happened. Shinichi and Ran who were seated together previously were separated and that guy now occupied the seat next to Ran, meanwhile, Shinichi was thrown at the back of the class. Throughout his classes, Shinichi's eyes would wander towards them. He would have a strange churning in his stomach every time he saw them interacting. He knew what this meant. He has always known what Ran was to him.

The problem was the other boys were looking at her too. Back in elementary school they had a crush on her too but were too immature and childish to figure it out and acted like bullies towards her.

But now in middle school, these boys were trying to put in effort to talk to her and vie for her attention. He was well aware of the eyes on her, the interested, curious gaze, the infatuated look anytime Ran was around. Shinichi was almost glad that Ran was oblivious to the attention she was getting. At least she was not interested in them.

"Shinichi? What happened? Are you alright?"

Shinichi jerked up and came face to face with a pair of concerned blue eyes.

"R-Ran?? What's up?" Shinichi called out in surprise on seeing her.

"Oh I just wanted to confirm what time your soccer practice will get over today? Regional matches will be starting soon, right?"

"Oh it's just the usual time for this week, we will have extended practice from next week."

He answered her automatically.

"Hmmm." Ran had a look pondering look on her face. Meanwhile, Shinichi snuck a glance at Fuji who was staring at them and their eyes met. Fuji didn't turn his gaze away from them.

"Then I guess we can go back together. Is that alright?" Ran asked cheerily.

"Yeah, sure." Shinichi answered in a daze and Ran went back to her seat.

Shinichi felt a bubble of joy in his heart.

*******

"It sure has been a while since we walked back together." Ran stated simply.

"Ah..um."

"But I guess it is for this week only when our club practices will end together. Next week, I guess the soccer team will stay back for longer time."

"Hmm."

"Are you match-ups out already?"

"Hmmm."

"Shinichi?? Shinichi are you listening to me?? Shinichi??? Shinichi look out!!!!"

"Whaa..."

Shinichi couldn't get the image of Fuji and Ran out of his mind.

Should I ask her about him? Am I meddling? Will she become conscious of him if I ask her and start paying attention to him??

In his worries, he missed the steps in front of him causing him to tumble down and fall flat on his face. Thankfully it was not very high and just three steps.

"Shinichi are you alright??"

Ran crouched near him and checked up on him.

"What were you thinking?? You are hurt." Ran said softly wiping away the dirt.

"I am fine... I was just-

"Thinking about Sherlock Holmes." Ran finished for him absent mindedly while taking out a small first-aid pouch from her bag.

"No it was something else." Shinichi defended himself.

"Really? Shinichi are you capable of thinking of something else apart from Holmes and Scoccer, I didn't know that." Ran poked fun at him and chuckled as she cleaned his hands and face.

You, you idiot. I think of you. A little too much.

"So what got you in such a daze that you tumbled down like this?" Ran asked now bandaging him up.

Shinichi just stared at her in a daze. His eyes drank in her features, her hair, her eyes, her nose, supple-looking cheeks which were just waiting to be pinched and dare I go lower. Her lips.

NOOOOOOO!!!!! He felt his cheeks burn

Shinichi smashed himself mentally.

She just had to be the prettiest looking gal, didnt she. Shinichi almost resented her.

Cant you just stick to me? Like, forever? Why the hell is this Fuji guy making googly eyes at you!? Punch him away with your karate!

"Why is your face turning red? Don't tell me you have a fever too. You looked listless in the class today as well." Ran came closer to check his temperature.

"Enough! I am alright. Don't touch me so recklessly like this."

Shinichi couldn't stand this torment and before he knew it he was sprinting away from Ran as if set on fire.

Oh the pains of an awkward teenage boy with the girl he crushes on.

UGGHHHH!! What have I done!? She definitely hates me now. What do I do? I didn't want to behave like this. She must be hurt.

Panting heavily and completely out of breath Shinichi entered the house, ran to his room and slumped by the door.

He did not know how to handle this jealousy and worst of all he ended up being irritable towards Ran of all people.

I really need to apologise to her.

*****

"Shin-chan come down for dinner."

Shinichi's intercom buzzed.

The Kudou mansion was pretty big so they had intercoms in the rooms for easy communications.

Shinichi came down and took his place at the table and saw his parents share a glance.

"Ittedakimasu."

Dinner was strangely quiet and Shinichi observed the strange behaviour of his parents who kept glancing at each other and at him.

"So what is it you guys want to talk about?"

Yukiko and Yusaku looked at Shinichi though not very surprised with his observation.

"Well Shin-chan, your father and I were discussing a few things and we are deliberating the option of moving abroad, US to be more specific."

Shinichi was caught a little off guard by the statement.

"Nothing is final yet. We are just discussing and we would like to hear your opinion about it. I know it is a lot to take in right now but think about it."

"But why the sudden idea?" Shinichi asked slowly.

"It's not really sudden."

True, the US was a frequent family destination for them.

"As you know Yusaku's book on the Night Baron has become an instant hit and for research purposes, the US is a good option. The country has a broad spectrum of studies and case analogies."

The 'Night Baron' novel series was a very well-planned plot. Yusaku Kudo wrote individual crime thriller novels but it always had a shadowy and mysterious character who manipulated the protagonists in very subtle ways. Not something which would be picked in the first reading. After writing multiple novels with such a vague figure a lot of conspiracy theories were making rounds on the internet as to who this mysterious person was. Finally, a few weeks ago the first book In the Night Baron series was released which literally disappeared from the shelves within a day. The people devoured the book like crazy and it was still on the bestseller for six consecutive weeks already.

"Shin-chan, moving abroad will be a big change but I think living in the States will be good for you too. Think about it okay."

"Is that all?"

Yukiko and Yusaku looked at each other and nodded. Shinichi walked to his room and crashed on his bed.

He could only think of her.

Will I be able to leave Ran? Will she miss me? Will I become a distant forgotten childhood memory? Will she fall in love with someone and become his girlfriend?

Fuji's lovestruck face flashed in his mind and why just him, so many countless guys were infatuated with her. Who will win over her heart?

I-I- cant...

He had a vague idea of what he needed to do and for that, he needed to speak to hakase urgently.

****The next morning****

"Hakase? Are you up? Hakaseee??"

The door clicked open, "What is Shinichi-kun? So early in the morning?" Agasa- hakase said yawning and still very much sleepy.

Like a cheeky brat, Shinichi just pushed hakase inside and said,"I need a favour hakase and only you can do it."

"What is it?" Hakase asked a little more alert now.

Shinichi looked at him and deliberated for a moment but in the end hakase was best possible option.

"My parents are planning to move abroad hakase. I want you to take legal guardianship of me in their absence." Shinichi said in a blunt and straightforward manner.

"NANIIII??? Shinichi-kun do you have any idea what you are saying!?" Hakase was completely bewildered at the Shinichi's request.

"Please hakase, do me this favour! You and my father have been friends even before I was born, you have seen me since I was an infant and you just live next door to me. I-I have my reasons for not wanting to leave Japan and you are the only possible way I can convince my parents to let me stay here. Please." Shinichi deeply bowed his head in front of Hakase.

"Shinichi-kun!" Hakase was flustered by the sudden development and the request.

"Have you told your parents about it?"

"No, not yet." Shinichi said slowly.

"But why do you want to stay? Studying in the States is a wonderful opportunity, especially if you want to be a detective."

Shinichi looked up at hakase, his eyes showed a determined gleam.

*******

Feeling slightly better after talking to hakase Shinichi set off for school.

*****

Shinichi kept glancing at the clock and at the door of the classroom waiting for Ran to appear who had still not arrived. Ran was not late yet but it was later than usual time for her. Just then Ran walked in through the door.

Shinichi moved towards her but the moment their eyes met, a look of pain flashed in Ran's eyes and she hurried away form him to rush to her seat.

"Ohayo Mouri. It's rare for you to be this late." Fuji greeted her

Ran just passed him a sheepish grin and settled down in her avoiding Shinichi who was just left stunned in his place but quietly went back to his seat.

Of course, she is avoiding me, especially after how I behaved.

****

Shinichi tried multiple times to talk to Ran throughout the day but Ran successfully managed to avoid him and before he knew it she was sprinting out the door the moment classes got over. Shinichi felt dejected and was not sure what to do.

"Kudou?"

Shinichi turned and came face to face with Fuji and flinched.

You are the last person I want to see right now.

"I saw you were trying to talk to Mouri today."

"...."

"Arent you being a little too pushy? She is clearly avoiding you. Stop bothering her."

"Mind your own business." Shinichi frowned and shot back coldly.

"I will mind my own business after you stop bothering her," Fuji said haughtily, not backing down.

"It sure is a good play, playing innocent childhood playmates and taking advantage of that."

"Fuji-kun!" Ran called out horrified.

Shinchi and Fuji looked in surprise to see Ran standing there, looking at Fuji with hurt and disappointment. He paled under her hurt gaze.

"Mouri! I was just-" Fuji started now, stripped off his arrogance but stopped unable to say anything.

"Please never talk like that ever again," Ran said firmly.

"Let's go Shinichi."

She grabbed Shinichi's wrist and they walked away. Their footsteps sounded loud in the empty corridor but Ran refused to slow down as she was still feeling extremely annoyed.

"Ran calm down." Shinichi started slowly in a placating tone.

"How could you let him talk to you like that Shinichi!?" Ran glared at him feeling extremely agitated.

No Ran, I was actually just a second away from punching him in the face, you arriving there actually prevented a fistfight.

Ran was seething, she really thought Fuji-kun was a nice person. He was nice and polite as a seatmate, they got along fairly well but to think he had such a shallow opinion of her relationship with Shinichi.

Shinichi and her have been together since kindergarten, she has known him since she was four. All through elementary school and even now in the second year of middle school they have always been together. Also, Shinichi always had valid reasons for acting in a certain way and Ran knew for sure that none of his actions were ever meant to hurt her.

"I thought you were mad at me," Shinichi said slowly.

"I was a little annoyed but right now I am angry for a completely different reason." Ran huffed.

"Don't mind it, I don't think he really meant it anyway." Shinichi didn't want to defend him but he sort of understood where he was coming from.

"But even so." She mumbled.

"Gomen Ran, for yesterday," said Shinichi

Ran looked at him. The deserted corridor was dyed in an orangish-yellow hue of the setting sun and Shinichi's eyes were fixed on her with an unwavering strange intensity. They were so sincere, shaking almost shining. She felt a pang in her chest, it felt like a bittersweet ache. It didn't hurt but somehow it did, it felt warm and lovely. Ran felt a vague realisation. She has felt like this before but for some reason, this feeling was getting stronger with every passing day.

The moment Shinichi looks at me like that I will forgive him for anything and everything in less than a heartbeat.

A sweet smile blossomed on her face reflecting the warmth she felt in her heart.

"Shinichi is Shinichi no matter what." She said smiling. Shinichi grinned at her somehow understanding and not understanding the statement. She felt the same, the words that came out of her mouth were something which perplexed Ran herself but she didn't want to indulge much in these complex intense emotions for now.

This deduction nerd and her were walking back together, which made her happy.

*****

"Tou-san, kaa-san, please listen to me." Shinichi spoke with a deep breath.

Here goes...

"I wish to stay in Japan, I don't want to move abroad."

"But Shin-chan-"

"I spoke to Agasa-hakase, if you guys permit then he can take over my guardianship. He said that if you both agree to it then he will agree as well."

"What about wanting to pursue the path of being a detective?" Yusaku asked bluntly.

Shinichi clenched his fist and prepared to answer.

I got through to Agasa-hakase, I am sure I will get my intensions through to my parents as well.

"Tou-san, kaa-san, being a detective is my dream, and I wish to achieve and fulfil that with my own strength and efforts. Even if it takes a little longer, I want to remain in Japan. If in future certain conditions turn favourable I will think of going abroad, till then please let me stay here. Onegaishimasu!"

Shinichi felt a tense silence in the room but he looked at his parents with the same determination and desire which had won over Agasa-hakase in the morning.

"Fine then, I guess." Yusaku said cooly.

"Really!?" Shinichi shouted in surprise.

"But Yuu-chan!!" Yukiko whined but Yusaku managed to placate and reassure her.

Shinichi felt a sweet relief on getting acknowledgement from his parents.

I can do it! I will definitely become a great detective. I will be by her side. The girl who carries a first aid pouch for me. The girl who values the relationships of people around her. The girl who has me wrapped around her fingers. I won't have to part from her, for now, this is more than enough. For now, this will do.

*****

"Please it's alright. I really don't want to impose on your family time like this." Ran said flustered and distressed to Yukiko-san.

"Oh Ran-chan, don't worry about it. We really want you to join us."

Ran glanced towards Shinichi for help who simply shrugged his shoulders. Though fireworks of madddening happiness were exploding in his heart.

Good job mom!!!

"Alright then! It's a four-day trip and pack accordingly Ran-chan."

"Yes."

Ran was completely shocked to find that the Kudos had planned to move to America. She felt as if she had been robbed of her breath for a moment but when she found out that Shinichi was going to stay in Japan she felt a trickle of relief in her veins.

He is not going! He is not going to leave me.

As of now, she was in the Kudou mansion and was invited to Shinichi's parent's villa mansion in Karuizawa. The Kudos were planning to move to America at the end of summer vacation. They would be spending time with Shinichi in Japan during the holidays. Knowing that they would be leaving in two months Ran felt distressed about being invited to a family vacation but on Yukiko-san's insistence, she gave in.

Ran and Shinichi's eyes met.

Is this really ok?

Yes. Yes, this is perfect. Shinichi felt his face growing warm and looked away.

These kids really grow up really fast.

Yukiko's eyes gleamed with nostalgia and mischief as she looked at her son sharing a moment with her (future daughter-in-law?).

A/N - Damnnn this is too long. Thanks to everyone who stuck with it till the very end. Please let me know how was, I look forward for your feedback!!

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Atlas

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Chapter 3 (silly billies!!)

(Disclaimer: Some violence, König feels a bit silly sometimes and is trying to keep calm he is totally going crazy over you)

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Water

When it gets dark, no one can leave their house unless they are military personnel. No one else has the tools to survive against such aggressive cryptids, so it makes sense.

The annoying thing is, some nights, you might even have to spend the night inside your house in the dark too. Cryptids are attracted to bright lights, and when those with keener senses are reported, turning a switch on is suicide.

Hence, why now, you are patting every surface in your immediate vicinity to make sure you don't fall flat on your face - so far, its working.

You just need to find the water bottles.

But when you step back, you press into something hard... like a wall... but a bit soft?

You jump, of course, but you hear nothing there. So you wave your hand where it was, and nothing's there?? So weird.

You'd never get used to navigating your house in the dark, but you had to move on, after all, Vicki and her friend are waiting for you to get water for their tea party, you can't mess up Vicki's first (not really) sleepover!

Finally, you found some water on the kitchen counter, you completely forgot you placed it there, but god are you glad you did.

You start to walk up the stairs. Then you hear a scream. You run upstairs. You swing Vicki's bedroom door open, where you expect to see blood and gore again, you see something different.

Fredrick was laying on the floor, having wrestled this wolf-looking, massive cryptid off of him, he manages to chuck it outside, yanks down the outer shutters, and slams the window closed. The first time you have ever seen someone ever overpower a cryptid, and it is mind blowing.

Of course, the two little girls start crying out of shock, hell, if you weren't meant to be comforting them, you would too. After a while, you and Fredrick are able to calm them down and put them to sleep, through doing so, however, you find out that Vicki's friend, Esha, had opened the window after she saw a little puppy lost outside.

Normally, you would just calm the girls down, tell them that it wasn't their fault, they're too young to know, and "just promise me you'll never do it again, ok?" And that would be that.

But something wont add up, how did they see past the shutters? That doesn't make sense at all! The shutters close together, automatically, how were they up?

"I- I just don't get it Fredrick, everything closes together, how was that shutter up? I can't- I don't know. It doesn't make sense."

Fredrick sighs sympathetically next to you, sitting in your living room together at 2 AM was not how you expected your next interaction with your favourite neighbour, but its the interaction you got.

"It may have just not closed tonight," He puts a hand on your shoulder. "There's not much that we can do for now, anyways, lets just sleep it out until morning, and then you can call over a technician."

"Yeah... you're right, i should at least get some sleep."

Fredrick, the brilliant man he is, then one who immediately scaled the wall to chase the cryptid that snuck into Vicki's room, the man that had saved your lives, goes, "I should be going home then"

"Sorry?"

"...I should be going home?"

"How on earth are you expecting to go home and survive when that... thing is out there, not to be rude Fredrick, but have you lost your mind?!".

"Er- no, it would just be rude for me to stay longe-"

"Rude?! You saved our lives Fredrick! Please, just stay for the night, I would 't be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

Never in a million dreams would König turn this down. The perfect opportunity to stay over at your darling neighbour's for the night, especially after being your hero? Mit freunden!

"I... fine, I will, but I will sleep on the couch."

"The couch?! No way, I'll take the couch and you take the bed."

"Absolutely not."

"But you're my guest!"

"I am not the type of man to force you to sleep on your couch in your own home. I will sleep on the couch."

"Fredrick."

"No, I will not hear it."

"Fine we both sleep on the bed!"

"No we will- wait. What?"

"I have a king-sized bed, we are adults, I'm sure we can manage going to sleep."

"But- that would be-"

"Do you want me to sleep on the couch then?"

"No..."

"Then its settled. We sleep on the bed."

"Okay."

König followed you obediently, but there's no denying how shocked he was. You know that feeling you get when everything goes your way and you're so stunned by it you can't even say anything? That's how König felt, so surprised that everything is going well for him, this never happens! (He's definitely not complaining though)

The next thing that happens practically sends him into shell shock. Now he understands summer heat. And he understands that people get sweaty in it, so does he! Austrian mountains usually run quite cold compared to where he was now.

But he is certain you are trying to kill him because you are going to lie down, next to him, in the same bed, in those shorts?! How can you step out the bathroom so casually like you haven't just dropped his jaw? Do you think he cant see you in the dark? Because he most certainly can.

You get under the covers and lay down next to him.

"Goodnight Fredrick."

"Goodnight."

It takes around 30 minutes, but eventually you fall asleep don't ask how he knows what you sleeping sounds like and he can finally turn to face you. Oh, you put a pillow between you two so you don't accidentally hug him searching for body warmth? Well its ok, he'll let you anyways! Hope you don't mind him chucking that pillow to the other side of the room.

König stares at your face, eyes pressed shut and your breathing sounds like you're at the start of your sleep cycle. A gentle smile graces his lips when he hears the soft snores coming from you, he cups your cheeks and marvels at how soft your skin is compared to his. How big his hand is compared to your cheek, how tight your- he really needs to calm down. What if you woke up right now?

What if you woke up right now? Would you smile under his embrace? Kiss his fingers and giggle at his flustered state? Would you plead sweetly for him to take that damn mask off just so you could kiss his lips? He's not sure how you'd react to his face, but he'd be willing to risk it for you.

The night carries on with König staring at your face, occasionally taking pictures of you sleeping, and eventually falling asleep cuddling you. Exactly what König had wanted - he was overjoyed!

When you finally wake up, its morning, but the way König hugs you makes it impossible to wake him up. After a strenuous effort, you reach for your phone to check the time. 8:28 AM?

Oh well, he did literally save your life last night, a few more hours of sleep was the least you could do for him.

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[coldflasher]

so me and my friend had to put our flash (re)watch on pause for a while bc she broke her ankle so we haven't seen each other in a while, but we finally picked season 8 back up and. god. i don't even have anything funny or insightful to say about it because it's just bad. it's so bad. and i couldn't even put my finger on why it was so bad at first, but eventually my friend pointed out that like. NOTHING happens. the characters literally just stand in a circle and talk. then whenever something DOES happen they go "hey so this thing just happened, hold on a sec while i describe it word for word in case you missed it." there's no action 90% of the time and there's no meta of the week for the most part so every episode feels samey and directionless as we slowly crawl our way towards a resolution of a plotline that isn't particularly compelling anyway

the characters are flat and nothingy. barry, the main character of the show, does FUCKING NOTHING EVER. there was one scene where he was running down the street, which he obviously used to do in every single ep, and my friend was like "holy shit i feel like we haven't actually seen him RUN in ages" and she was right. the man whose WHOLE SUPERPOWER IS RUNNING VERY FAST DOESN'T RUN ANYWHERE ONSCREEN FOR LIKE SIX EPS STRAIGHT. we see him run in and out of rooms but never see a straight shot of him running TO anywhere. WHY?

then there's the fact that the overarching plots are bad. the characters are split into two factions that don't interact at all. iris having time sickness could be cool and interesting and there's lots of potential for interesting character work there, but instead of making anything happen they have her sit on a couch and not touch anything in case she erases it from the timeline.

at one point she literally GOES MISSING and barry just. DOES NOTHING?? im sorry, fuck whatever else is happening, you know if iris disappeared he'd be tearing the city apart looking for her but all that happens is cecile is like "omg barry i can feel that you're sad, what's going on??" and he's like "iris is missing, im worried about her." WHAT!! THEN FUCKING LOOK FOR HER YOU DINGBAT!! i've said this before but s1-4 barry would absolutely beat the shit out of this version of himself if he found out about this

and don't even get me STARTED on caitlin and her almost husband, the skeleton fire demon who eats grief---again, this had the bare bones (pun intended) of an interesting plotline; a meta that feeds off people's grief could actually be really powerful and interesting to explore, but he's a magic skeleton from another universe who tricks her by pretending to be her dead husband so it's just stupid. at one point the characters like "why are we doing this plotline now, 7 years after ronnie died?" and i'm like yes, why ARE we? because again, having caitlin fall prey to the manipulations of a malevolent force that feeds on grief would actually be very topical and interesting if it had happened in, say, s2, when ronnie had just died for the second time. if her grief was fresh and raw and painful it could be conceivable that she'd be desperate enough to go "well i thought he was dead once and he survived, maybe he did it again", and cling to that, allowing herself to be tricked into believing this evil sentient flame skull was really ronnie. but it's been SEVEN YEARS and she literally just got a new boyfriend who has no personality and who we never see again, so it doesn't make any sense and i don't care. also the show keeps trying to convince you to care by having caitlin go "ronnie was such a valuable member of the team, you knew and loved him!!" and it's like... did we though? did we really? he's never made a big impression on me personally. the only character who was close to ronnie and actually knew him was cisco and he's not here. they added a few flashbacks and a proposal scene to try and make us care more about the caitlin/ronnie relationship but they didnt do anything for me because i was too busy staring at danielle's terrible wig. like babes that is NOT what caitlin's s1 hair looked like, did you even try

the skeleton fire demon stuff is actually kind of enjoyable to watch at times purely because it's so fucking ridiculous, the whole thing is a trainwreck, so i did somewhat enjoy getting to make fun of it but JESUS CHRIST IT'S SO TERRIBLE. HOW DID THE SHOW FALL SO FAR. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

#helen's flash rewatch

[unhealthy-reading-habits]

I need to just write this down so the thoughts stop living in my headspace.

Spoiler Warning: I’m not taking about that spoiler but I’ll be speculating about Good Omens Season 2 content from the authorised Promo material, so if you don’t want to know anything about GO Season 2 until the release date, please stop reading.

So yesterday, Prime dropped another teaser video at the coffee shop, and I’m speculating that this is when Aziraphale calls Crowley to tell him about Gabriel.

Crowley is clearly on edge, but is surprised at “naked man” comment so he doesn’t know about Gabriel yet.

I think this is the expression of a jealous individual who has quite a few questions that he knows he cannot ask right now – if he knew it as Gabriel, then he would have just dismissed Nina's comment.

The only reason I can think he’s on edge is Aziraphale and Crowley had some sort of falling out. Based purely on the knowledge of Crowley living in his car, I’m thinking that Crowley tried moving their relationship forward after he lost his flat, i.e. trying to get Aziraphale to invite him to live with him, but Aziraphale has only just left abusive Heaven management so would still have some trauma he has to work through so while he is fine with Crowley being at the bookshop, he couldn’t take the step to let Crowley move in.

Crowley seems to be going through some sort of existential crisis during his talks with Shax, so he’s not enjoying his new found freedom as much as he thought he would. Why? I speculate because he thought without Heaven/Hell, Aziraphale would finally be free enough to express himself and maybe Crowley built up in his head what he expected Aziraphale to be like after (relaxed/open with his feelings), since Crowley is very accepting of his own.

However, healing from trauma isn’t immediate.

Aziraphale maybe is enjoying his new freedom, but he is still hesitant with Crowley, since how can you undo millennia of repression in just a few months/years?

I think this leads to a fall out early in episode 1 (or pre-episode 1), and they are not on the best speaking terms, hence when Aziraphale contacts Crowley, Crowley is in an emotional state, which I don’t think he ever is in season 1 when the two are meeting up for food. Eating together is their calming space, even when they were techy at a café in Season 1, Aziraphale still ate food and while annoyed, they weren’t this emotionally charged.

Aziraphale however is freaking out about Gabriel and Aziraphale is probably aware of the tension but at the same time his fear of what’s happening with Gabriel overcomes his annoyance at Crowley.

So these two meet up, argument not fully resolved, and Crowley has been having a rough time of it (no job, staying in his car, fragmented angel relationship). Aziraphale is obviously nervous right from the start as he wants to clam down, so ordered the Eccles cakes. Most likely the same cakes that Crowley brings to the bookshop later.

The one thing that Aziraphale does say that seems to change the mood is acknowledging that him and Crowley go back a long way. Pretty much every other interaction from season 1, Aziraphale has verbally put distance between them. Saying they aren’t friends, he doesn’t like Crowley, they don’t even know each other etc. But potentially for the first time in front of someone, Aziraphale admits to knowing Crowley and not just in passing, but as a long term acquittance (at least).

There seems to be a cut here in the video but Crowley demeanour improves following that one acknowledgment.

It seems that after the naked man comment from Nina, whatever Aziraphale’s plan of explaining the situation to Crowley is in disarray as he is properly panicking and realises it is easier to show Crowley what happened rather than try to explain the coffee shop. But I expect this makes Crowley a bit worried/upset as Aziraphale is choosing not to eat in the café, which is an obvious alarm bell and as his usual “acts of service”, he takes the plates with the cakes to the bookshop to make Aziraphale happy, or at least less stressed.

Then of course, Gabriel is revealed and they are both panicking. But at least they are panicking together.

I’m so goddamn excited.

#good omens #crowley and aziraphale #ineffable husbands #go2 spoilers #go 2 speculation #go2 #good omens season 2

[swaps55]

Swaps! Master of povs. Any advice on writing multiple pov-fics? I'm working on a multi chapter fic that would thrive if it was written in multi povs, alas, that's hard and I don't know where to start. Any thoughts about the process, or any chance you have already answered such an ask before and can link me that? (as always: love your writing. It's gold. Thank you for letting us be part of your journey.)

Oh, yesssssss, I live for multiple POVs! Thank you for the kind words!

Now, keep in mind, I wheel and deal in multiple POVs. For me there is no such thing as too many, which I am sure a lot of others would disagree with, and I don’t think you see it used and abused in published work the way I do it. But hey, I’m writing for free, and my fic in particular is predicated on the idea that every POV is on the table except for the main character, and I will use whatever POV I need to center the one POV I can’t have.

What a lot of sensible people will do is settle on a fixed number of POVs, say, 2-4, they’re willing to rotate through and try and distribute them somewhat equally. The Expanse series does this, for example. So one way to do it is to think about the story you want to tell and select your POV carousel based on who you think you will get the most mileage out of. If you have a story taking place in different locations simultaneously, you probably need a POV character for each. If you are looking at two different sides to the same story, you probably need POVs that are antagonistic to each other.

Or you can be like me and use whatever POV seems most useful at the time, no matter how many it winds up being in the end.

With the caveat that rules are made to be broken, and I am writing this as more of a peek into what I do vs a treatise on the right and wrong ways to do it, this is a breakdown of some of the exercises I work through when choosing and working in multiple POVs.

Be thoughtful about whose POV you want and why. One of the benefits of multiple POVs is that you can get wildly different perspectives on the same series of events. Different characters see the world differently. They notice different things. They interact with their world differently. These are things you can use to your advantage, and act as tools to tell your story. One of my favorite things to do is use the POV of a character who absolutely would not clock the important takeaway I’m after in a scene, but the things they notice and observe make the reader able to clock it. What that character experiences might be very different from what the reader experiences. I’ll often ask myself, ‘what does this character give me that another character wouldn’t in this scene, and why is that important?’

Spend time sitting between the ears of your chosen POV character to get a feel for how they see the world. I usually wind up marinating in a character’s head for a while before I dive into their POV for the first time. What state of mind are they in when we meet them? What’s important to them? What are they thinking about? What drives them? How can you use those drivers to connect back to your central narrative? You'll see a character you think you already know in a whole different light if you spend the time you need to really think about these questions, how to answer them, and what that means for the story. You’ll be really glad you did it.

Treat the POV character as the hero of their own story. One of the struggles and rewards of working in multiple POVs, especially POVs who are not a main character, is that those POVs have to work on two levels: they have to further the plot/character arcs of the main characters while honoring the motivations and goals of the POV character. It can be really difficult to find the right way to line both these things up, but it’s worth doing. If you just write a POV character in service of the main character/plot, it falls flat. (This is honestly true of any character, POV character or not, but for the sake of this post we’re focused on POV.) I’ve done a lot of agonizing over how to center a POV’s character’s own narrative within a larger context. Your character doesn’t know they are in a story. They don’t know they aren’t necessarily the main character. That’s where multiple POVs can really shine: by letting that character have their own agency within a bigger narrative, you can add a lot of depth.  

Make your POV shifts clear and easy to follow. This can mean sticking to a single POV per chapter, or using a clear scene break if you’re switching within a chapter. Establish your new POV as quickly as possible so your reader doesn’t get lost or confused. I could go into a whole other discussion about head hopping and multiple POVs vs. omniscient POV, but that’s getting off track.

Have fun and be creative! If you’re wheeling and dealing like I am, sometimes POVs you never would have considered otherwise can offer you a totally new perspective. My “No Main Character POV Rule” led me to try the POV of a character I never would have otherwise tried, and it has dramatically shaped the story in some really powerful ways. Don’t be afraid to try something off the beaten path!

I hope any of that helps. I love multiple POVs. The kaleidoscope of perspectives it offers is such a fantastic tool that I really love using, and I hope you have a lot of fun with it!!!!!!

#swaps replies #painterofhorizons #how writing is written #multiple POVs

[bandana-fox]

I don’t think we give Pipkin as much credit in the TV series as we should. Let me tell you why this little rabbit is one of my favorite characters. Literally one of the bravest and strongest child characters I know.

Pipkin deals with so much for his age already. But despite all the hardships, Pipkin remained nothing but kind, compared to Woundwort. The parallels between them were great and I wished we could have seen more of it, including another interaction between them. I feel like out of anyone in that show, aside from Campion‘s death that perhaps Pipkin could have gotten through him. Or at least helped.

Prisoner of Efrafa is one of my favorite episodes. Woundwort tried to manipulate the child but that backfired on him because it turned into something more genuine. Woundwort even admits it himself: killing Pipkin would be like killing a part of himself. Woundwort sees himself in Pipkin.

Genuinely, I don’t think anyone got to hear his backstory personally aside from Pipkin.

Maybe, if Woundwort didn’t end up in a cage or had other rabbits to rely on at a young age he wouldn’t be what he is today. Like Silverweed said: without the suffering he went through, Woundwort would be happy.

Pipkin could have been in Woundwort‘s situation after his parents got killed by a weasel. Just like Woundwort saw himself in Pipkin, the young one also could relate to the tyrant. What if he never had Hazel and the others after his parents died? I’m sure that’s a thought that keeps him up at night after talking with Woundwort.

Even when the war starts, Pipkin says that the reason Woundwort hurts others is because he was hurt once upon a time so that it made him hate the whole world. But he says they shouldn’t hate him. Instead, they should pity him.

Pipkin is a child. A child that looked a tyrant into the eyes to say that he should just kill him now because he refuses to tell where his warren is. Bribery? You can give him as much food as you want and treat him decently, it’s not going to work. Pipkin made that clear the moment he encountered Woundwort and he was sticking to it.

Pipkin flat out tells Woundwort that he would rather be like Hazel and Bigwig when he tries to offer for Pipkin to join his Owsla. Not only that, but when Woundwort was all like bet Hazel isn’t that strong, the younger rabbit bluntly states that Hazel can just think his way out of trouble.

He tells Woundwort that the reason he is so strong is because of fear.

Another statement was made in front of Woundwort. His Owsla only follows him out of fear, not because of true loyalty. Pipkin is smart in that episode. He gets kidnapped and figures Woundwort and his warren out. He does not fall for Woundwort‘s kindness.

It almost seems like Pipkin isn’t frightened, not shying away to address the issues in Efrafa in front of Woundwort. But when asked about it, Pipkin admits that he is afraid - for his warren. Note how it’s only the warren, but not about what’s going to happen to him.

Woundwort compliments him that he is hiding his fear well.

And it is all because in an earlier episode, Bigwig told him to use his fear because it can make him stronger. Pipkin only managed to endure his stay in Efrafa because of Bigwig‘s advice.

Pipkin looks up to both Hazel and Bigwig, but I do believe that Bigwig is his favorite. He is constantly trying to prove himself to him, repeating what he said. Fear can make you stronger, running away isn’t the answer to anything, fear can make you smart.

In general, it feels like Bigwig took the role of the father figure toward Pipkin in that adaptation.

But that is not all. In Bark‘s first appearance Pipkin runs away after being attacked by the badger, leaving Fiver behind. In that episode, Pipkin was probably reminded of when the weasel got his parents. First Fiver, then Hazel later with the owl.

It isn’t like he wanted it to keep a secret of what happened. During the episode, Pipkin tried to reach out multiple times. But every time he wanted to talk, things happened. When he goes to Hazel first?

He gets scared because of the mentioned thrashing, so of course fear takes over him and he changes his mind. Primrose notices something is up with Pipkin, so she asks about it. But the other kids are fighting so she settles it first.

Later, Primrose says how she hasn’t seen him eating. Pipkin response is that he is not hungry. Primrose says if there is anything she can do for him, he should tell her and hops away. Pipkin has not realized that she hopped away, so he yells out in tears what happened. But when he turns around, Primrose is already gone. He desperately tried to tell them, Pipkin didn’t even hide it. It’s just that other stuff happened that prevented him from telling.

And then in season three?

Campion put this child under pressure by making him promise not to tell everyone he is alive. Can you imagine what a struggle that is for a child? Everyone is grieving for Campion and he cannot tell anyone. Pipkin had to deal with Campion’s angst all on his own, trying to make sure he does not give up on life and get him back into shape.

I both love and disliked it. Because who’s better to bring Campion back to his spirits than Pipkin? He is good at talking to people, probably what Campion needed but at the same time, Pipkin shouldn’t have to deal with Campion’s mental and physical condition. Especially considering Campion's headspace at the time.

And when Blackberry finds out?

“Blackberry is gone. And I broke my promise to Campion. I did everything wrong.”

You know how he thought that everyone was going to hate him when he left Fiver? Likely the case here too. He thought Blackberry was going to hate him for keeping it a secret, as well with the others. He thought Campion was going to be mad for breaking his promise and also putting Blackberry in danger.

This kid went through so much and yet never once did it let him sour his good nature. Instead he let it strengthen his resolve. The world is hard enough for everyone as it is, no point in giving aid to it. So he chooses kindness.

#watership down #pipkin

[acourtofthought]

just realizing again how little az seems to actually care to get to know elain or be around her at all lmao. and also how little elain seems to want to get to know or be around him either. you mean they've had like, a year and a half or whatever to become friends (which no one would have objected to at all and would have been the perfect opportunity to "start something") but only share few words and a hand brush here and there?? weak lol. "four books of build up" my ass.

 

If people looked back over the book and I mean really looked back over the book, they'd see that E/riel interactions fall flat every time. I think their lengthiest conversation occurred back in ACOMAF and that was when Az was explaining how Illyrians felt about flying even though Feyre acknowledges Az probably doesn't feel half those things because he doesn't like to consider himself Illyrian.

They sit silently in the garden together.

She says nothing to him after the rescue from Hybern's camp. Kisses his cheek then walks away while he's about to fall over.

She tells him she doesn't know how to use TT and he doesn't offer to show her. Instead he says nothing and Feyre responds.

He says "Hello" at Solstice, Elain responds that she'd never been to one and Az fails to continue the conversation. Instead Amren does.

And for anyone claiming, "it's not his fault since Amren jumped in", I think it's important to remember that the author chose to write it so Az and Elain never share more than a comment or two. There is no back and forth banter, there's no pushing for a deeper connection. Their interactions are surface level and minimal.

When Elain says "hello" at the dinner in the novella, Az "says nothing" and instead walks over to take the dish out of her hand then orders her to sit.

In SF, Az smiles at Elain and Elain looks away from him.

She "shyly" nods to Az. (really, they're just painful to watch together. It's like watching your kid have their first crush where they have no clue how to interact or carry on a conversation).

When they are finally alone, after knowing one another for over a year, there's a lot of "Az left the rest unsaid" and Elain being nervous around him. Their entire relationship is built on a few glances with barely a total of 14 sentences exchanged over the entirety of the series.

Over the course of the series, they've talked about Illyrians flying. Headache powder. Seeds. Earplugs, Nesta and Cassian and her pretty necklace.

They have NEVER talked about Graysen, the fights she and Nesta had in SF, the loss of her father, her mating bond, his past with Mor, her powers, etc. Nothing of real substance.

In SF, SJM could have EASILY written the scene where Rhys, Cassian and AZ were in the room with Elain after her visit to the HOW and had Az ask what happened with Nesta. SJM could have easily written it so Az defended Elain during the fight with Nesta. Where she could have later had Az stand up for Elain rather than having Amren being the one to tell everyone not to underestimate her. We have never witnessed Az trying to know Elain better or be the one standing up for her when others doubted her.

Cassian knew Nesta for a few weeks in his ACOMAF bonus chapter yet he already found out about Tomas and what he tried to do to her (though not his actual name). He asked her what she deserved. He tried to pull her out of her cold shell by calling her out for certain behaviors.

In ACOWAR, we see that he's constantly trying to get her to train, to face her powers.

In ACOFAS, he calls her out for her behavior to Feyre.

Nessian has always been a bit volatile towards one another but they don't pull punches and tiptoe around and that's even with Nesta refusing to open up to him.

We saw that a bit with Elucien in ACOWAR when he broke the rules and stuck around to talk to her in the library but most of their time in ACOWAR was spent being forced apart by the sisters. Then, in the novella he respected Elain's desire to not interact with him.

In comparison, Elain is actually willing to talk to Az but Az chooses to avoid her and neither Elain or Az makes any attempt to have a real conversation with one another. Because it's not brought up, I think E/riels like to live in a bubble where they think Elain and Az have no real problems aside from their desire to be together but the facts are that they individually have a whole list of personal issues and that they have never bothered trying to get the other to face them is telling.

Cassian ignored Nesta's wishes to be left alone and pushed her to talk anyway.

Lucien respects Elain's wishes to be left alone and has not pushed her. But he has a direct link to her mind through their bond and that means he knows more about her than anyone. Just like Rhys says "he knows Feyre, more than she realizes". Just like Cassian always saw Nesta for who she was beneath the front she put up. It doesn't matter how much the female is willing to share, a mate has a front row seat anyways.

Elain is willing to interact with Az, she's never pushed him away, yet Az and Elain are still completely clueless as to who the other person really is.

#anti e/riel #pro elucien

[gardenerian]

I know you've been on Shameless and Gallavich tumblr for a while and I was hoping you could give me some advice. I hope this doesn't sound too pathetic.

I'm a massive Shameless and Gallavich fan. I have been here for nearly a year and I feel very excluded. I really want to connect with the others in this community, but it's not working no matter what I try. I don't write, draw, make art or create gifs. I don't have any creations to offer and share. I know those types of things would get me some attention and for people to notice and interact with me. I like and reblog a lot of other people's posts daily. I leave comments on people's posts as often as I can to praise their work or to share my thoughts but I rarely get any responses from the person. I post random Shameless and Gallavich thoughts and head-cannons with tags but they rarely get many likes and no one ever comments to strike up conversation. I take part in the tag games and tag others, but week after week never get tagged to participate, but I participate anyway. Still, I never get comments on the stuff that I share about myself to let others get to know me. I have tried sending ask to people about things they have posted to strike up conversation, but I either never get a response or it's a one time response that doesn't go anywhere after that.

I suppose the gist is that I keep trying to strike up conversations to connect with the people in this community and it falls flat every time. I'm simply at the point where it makes me sad to come on here and to see how tight-knit this community is and how much you all interact with each other, hype each other's posts and make posts for and mentioning each other like on birthdays. I know you are part of an especially close group so it seems like you might be just the person to ask.

I'm not writing this as a complaint or to accuse anyone of anything. It's the opposite. I want to join in in this community and feel included. I want to no longer feel sad and ignored when I am on here trying to participate and interact. Like I said, I don't write or make art so do you have any tips about how I can get noticed and accepted into this community? I just want to make friends with all of you and finally feel a part of this community.

hi there 😭 i am so sorry you're feeling this way. wanting to connect is such a human thing, and it's not pathetic at all to reach out. i think it's great. so thank you for coming to chat with me about it, and i hope i can help ❤️

excluding people is never something i want to do. i want to engage fully and enthusiastically - i think we all do! and while there are so many ways to get involved, i do think engagement around here (on tumblr as a whole!) is different than it used to be. for me personally, i was on tumblr 24/7 for a long time, but now that i am working again, it's a little harder for me to be present as much as i want! it comes and goes in waves, really. sometimes i am tagged in things that i don't get to, sometimes i forget to respond to asks, sometimes i miss posts that go around during busy times. and sometimes i think i'm following people when i'm not! this happens to me a lot and it's super embarrassing 😭 and i think these kinds of things happen to just about everyone! sometimes we just can't be here the way we want, even if we love it. and we do love it! so much!

i'm glad you're participating! and i want to make sure that everyone knows that making or posting things is not a requirement to be here. there's no entry fee to enjoy fandom space. if you want to give it a try, please do! but you don't owe us anything; your presence is more than enough.

for me the answer was just to keep talking. i wish i had more direct tips, but i just have not shut up since 2019. people started talking back, but for a while it did feel like i was just talking to myself. i know you've been putting yourself out there, and it's really brave and wonderful. i hope you'll keep trying. there are people that will love you, and i'm sorry if i've missed you so far. i don't want you to feel sad here. if you feel comfortable, shoot me a DM! tag me in things! i will hype you up, i promise. i want to hear what you have to say, and i want to get to know you. there are friends here for you 💓 edit: join the discord if you can!

anyone else with tips is welcome to chime in.

#i really do mean it #i'm sorry you're feeling this way #i don't mean to overlook people and i don't think it's ever the intention for others #let's talk i am here for ya #mel answers

[watermelonsloth]

Boruto Shipping Opinions

I’m gonna put a brief aside here to say two quick things to keep in mind before reading:

I am not going to go into great detail or analysis here because I’m holding off on that until the manga wraps up.

I am caught up with the manga, I am not caught up with the anime. I have watched up until the arc the new team 7 infiltrate a prison, the second chunin exams, and whatever clips/moments I’ve stumbled upon being discussed. I am not an avid fan, I do not know all the ins and outs of character dynamics, and I don’t even keep up with that part of the fandom. I have no horse in this race.

BoruSara

I don’t like this ship, and I don’t know if that’s an unpopular opinion. I’ll try to avoid saying “they have sibling vibes” or “they’re just friends” because, coming from someone who has used that excuse in the past, it is very difficult to explain/defend argument. So much so that now it just comes across as cheap to me.

I will, however, say that I don’t like it for the same reason I don’t like NejiTen. It comes across as “he was a boy, she was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious?” It feels like it stems from the idea that boys and girls can’t just be friends. If the dynamic was introduced with an edge of romance (like how Naruto and Sakura’s dynamic was introduced with Naruto having a crush on her), maybe it would be a different story. But as of right now, it feels like the fandom reading into something that doesn‘t need to be read into.

KawaSara

I hate to say this, but I’m guessing this ship stemmed from SasuSaku fans reading them as “next gen SasuSaku”. Look, everyone can ship whatever they want or choose to refrain from shipping, but I’m sick of the fandom projecting old ships on new dynamics. I have seen BoruSara compared to SNS, NaruSaku, and SasuSaku (for some reason). I have seen BoruSumi compared to NaruHina. I have seen MitsuSara compared to SasuSaku and SuiKarin. I have seen KawaSara compared to SasuSaku. Every single time I thought to myself, “The manga starts with Boruto asserting that he’s not his dad and this isn’t his dad’s story.” I get that comparisons will naturally arise since it’s a sequel series, but these kids are not carbon copies of their parents and they don’t have the same dynamics their parents did.

Now that my rant is out of the way, I think a hypothetical child between them having black hair with pink highlights would be cute and that’s about it.

MitsuSara

I wish these two had more of a dynamic. Both characters have interactions with Boruto and clear dynamics with him, but they don’t really have much going on with each other. They both have recognizable personalities, but they mellow each other out whenever they interact and it makes them boring (I’m guessing Ikemoto isn’t interested in them together). They also only tend to talk to each other about Boruto (at least in the manga). Say what you want about them, but at least Sasuke and Sakura had a dynamic.

Anyways, funny ha ha, Orochimaru gets an Uchiha in the way they least expected.

MitsuBoru

Gayer than any of the Naruto dynamics and that is saying something. However, I struggle to like the ship because I’m just so confused.

First, why does Boruto have so many lancer/foil/rival characters. Kawaki, Sarada, and Mitsuki all act as lancers. I get that writing doesn’t have to be formulaic, but they aren’t even all lancers to each other, having dynamics that bounce off of each other, they’re just lancers to Boruto. At least for me, it’s already gotten really boring and ends in the three’s dynamics with each other falling flat.

Second, the sun and moon symbolism makes no sense to me as a writing decision. The obvious problem is that it’s redundant; it’s already been used for multiple Naruto dynamics. The less obvious problem is that it contradicts Mitsuki’s manga introduction. Mitsuki was introduced as the middle between Boruto and Sarada’s two extremes, taking up a role similar to Sakura’s in the og team 7. If he’s supposed to be the moon to Boruto’s sun, why is he introduced to us as the earth? The admittedly more minor problem that distracts me is that Orochimaru was the one that Mitsuki down this road. Why? Orochimaru wasn’t redeemed by Naruto and has never shown interest in him or this philosophy before now. My best guess is that they’re fascinated by Naruto’s affect on Sasuke, but that still leaves me with questions.

It makes me think that the writer didn’t have any ideas when they introduced these two.

BoruSumi

I don’t like how the fandom is making another love square, but I doubt there’s anything I can do to stop them.

This ship is boring because Sumire is boring. That one anime arc made her interesting, but it’s referenced and relevant so rarely that she goes back to being boring. I’d like this more if the story let Sumire be morally gray or treated her like a redeemed villain more. As of right now, I think the only leg the ship has to stand on is writing tropes and I do not care.

KawaSumi

This ship feels like the product of the same people who ship SasuHina/SasuIno/SasuKarin/KibaHina out of spite. My last post/reblog went into why this happens but the short of it is that it’s easier to ship something in peace if the biggest “threats” to it are paired together. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I have a feeling most KawaSumi shippers also ship BoruSara.

KawaHima

Please… just stop. If not for yourself, then for me. I’m already barely coping with how popular NejiHina is. Why have I seen this as much as I have??? This feels like a personal attack on my sanity. They’re siblings.

Other

This is the section for all the ships I have little/no opinions on. I think MitsuCho is too boring for how popular it is, I think ChoSara should be more popular, I’m disturbed by all of the Eida x next gen ships because she looks and acts like an adult (at least how adults are portrayed in Boruto), and I’m surprised Code x Eida isn’t more popular, but I also think that Code has gotten the Kabuto treatment and isn’t very popular in the fandom.

The ships I haven’t mentioned I either have so little fucks to give or so little information on that I have ZERO thoughts about.

#I guess I should tag this anti everything? #Some I’m more neutral towards #But I didn’t say anything very positive #anti borusara #anti kawasara #anti mitsusara #anti mitsuboru #anti borusumi #anti kawasumi #anti kawahima #anti mitsucho #anti mitsuchou #chosara #chousara #I don’t know what any of the Eida ships are called… #anti eida #boruto opinions #boruto #boruto naruto next generations #boruto next generation #my stooff