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writermask-0807 · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit - Teacher Gakuho Asano x Student Reader

A/n: ik, ik. It ain't Valentine's day or even close to it, but when I recently rewatched assassination classroom, I saw the valentine's episode, so here I am. Also, I have two reasons which have been the cause of this super late update. It's cus a) I was originally working on something else before I accidentally lost it FOREVER {u have no idea how much I cried} and b) I'm currently admitted in hospital cus I'm positive for dengue, sooo (it's hell here istg) 🥲🥲🥲 and then I was like, eh, why not write 4 dis fine man?? He underrated. Anyways, enjoy this crappy, super long, useless detailed oneshot thingy I wrote!! Oh and, if you can't tell, it's my first time writing a kiss, so bear with me!

Warnings: teacher x student trope, cus I'm a suckered 4 it, kissing, ooc Gakuho.

THE soft, nervous pattering of your hesitant footfalls graze the sterile marble of the floor reached your ears as a deafening screech of unnecessary noise, incessantly obnoxious in their abundance, and making you release a pained wince against your will as you stilled.

However, you reminded yourself that there was no-one around to criticize you about this violation of 'rules' (that nobody gave a damn about, but felt the need to bother you about it) of the otherwise perfectly prim, proper school etiquette. But you found yourself wishing that that had been the case, as you would have taken irksome school-boys over the threat of being possibly expelled that you were about to both willingly, and unwillingly risk.

The sharp noise of your brisk strides screeching to an abrupt halt bounced off of the bleak walls that surrounded you from both sides, pounding against your eardrums so harshly that you could quite literally feel it reverbrate through your skull, and pulse through your crystallized blood, joining in a cacophonous symphony of your drumming heart and fluttering pulse, a brutal roar of chaos that shattered the fragile, accursed silence that enveloped you in its fickle embrace.

The emptiness of your surroundings and the frigid atmosphere devoid of the usual hum of life and the buzz of busy, cheerful chatter of your fellow students served only to worsen your spreading anxiety, and your heart crept up into your tightening throat, your mind barreled with an army of questions and doubts that you could not suppress. With no distractions to save yourself from the relentless streams of worry trickling into your mind, you quickened your pace again, carefully adjusting the object cradled in the palm of your right hand as you folded your arms behind your back, so that you could hide it from view.

You rounded a corner with much more force than necessary, almost toppling over in your reckless haste, and you found yourself growing more nervous with the bleeding second as you neared your destination, a breath of anxiety rippling through your consciousness and settling firmly within your ribs, dread surging through your veins like a vengeful snake, distorted, disembodied voices screaming in your head for you to turn back and leave before it was too late, making you wonder for the umpteenth time that day whether or not you were taking the right decision, despite knowing the severe consequences it would inevitably lead to.

However, before you had the chance of coming back to your senses, and wisely listening to your intuition to make a break for it, you had reached your desired destination.

The large, oaken door of the Chairman's office loomed above your petite form threateningly, a thick, carved door standing just as bold and intimidating as the man within it, and you swallowed thickly, quickly contemplating whether or not to enter and carry out your mission.

After all, gifting your teacher with a rose for Valentine's day was truly as stupid as it sounded, and in person, nonetheless.

Said flower prickled in your hand, fleshy petals velvety and moon-stone smooth against your blanching flesh, rich scarlet so dark that it almost bled into darkness at the edges of the unfurling petals, gilded with the vivid color of freshly spilled blood so painfully, beautifully real that you almost felt the smear of it against your delicate flesh, the luxurious color of a thousand spring blossoms all blooming at once, coating the rich satin of its delicate petals in a luminous sheen of thick vermilion, as the rose sat innocently in the cusp of your unfurled palm, petals so soft that it simply melted into your skin.

Beautiful, yes, but dangerous. The metallic lustre of its bleeding wine simply called out to those who laid their eyes upon it, as it dared and taunted and mocked them to reach out and to touch it, to take and take and take until there was nothing left, something vaguely akin to a guilty pleasure, secretive and irresistible. The sweet, ambrosial fragrance of the rose wafted in the air, clouding the atmosphere with its heavenly aroma, and it stifled your senses, choking you, the smell so sickeningly sweet that it felt bitter on your lips, sour as it burned on the tip of your tongue, and clamped your throat with the sweetening scent of bitterness and rot. Danger poured from every blood drenched pore of its existence, oozing an allure that even you could not resist, and you just had to purchase it.

When you'd first laid eyes upon the plum-hued rose, it'd sat patiently within a glass casing, almost as though it were a precious gem, a vibrant, enriched ruby that needed to be treasured, rich with that scarlet poison so delectable that you could almost taste it on your tongue, tropical and bittersweet, painted with a bloody red that was an ardent splatter of explosive color against the dull background of the canvas, eternal and dying simultaneously in its infinite beauty, and you'd been immediately reminded of the one you'd sold your heart to, your teacher, Gakuho Asano.

Charming and alluring, a beauty so elusive that it slipped through your fingers as delicately as silk, a forbidden fruit that you knew you could not acquire but still could not help but yearn for, a pining so desperate that it hurt, almost like gauging the insides of a festering wound that had remained untreated, and caked with drying blood that seared a brand into your flesh with a sweltering, white-hot intensity.

It was a forbidden love, a longing for him that resonated within the depths of your very soul and drenched into the pores of your existence, and the rose had depicted it so perfectly that you almost didn't believe it. But love came with that agonizing pain you were somehow willing to bear, and so did the rose.

Your skin prickled underneath the delicate touch of its somewhat stiff stem, and you were reminded of the painstakingly long time you had spent plucking the thorns out. Thorns had embedded themselves into your skin, burying themselves underneath your flesh, burrowing so deep that rivulets of blood had poured out, but in the end, you'd managed to take them all out so that he wouldn't be pricked by them.

Oh, right. I'm here for something.

At the mention of your teacher in your inner monologue, you had snapped back back your senses, and the awareness of what you were about to do slammed into you like a white-hot rod, making knots form in the pit of your stomach, anxiety twisting them with painful twinges of unease.

Tearing your eyes away from the rose, you drew in a great, shuddering breath, feeling your lungs rattle with the force of the sigh, like bones withering underneath fragile porcelain of supple flesh, and your legs wavered beneath your weight, as though the bones that supported them could no longer hold. Finally drawing enough courage, you lifted a hand to knock on the door, when -

"Come in."

A sensually smooth voice sounded from the beyond the stiff, cherry-oak of the door, warm with a false cheeriness (that somehow no-one else was able to detect), raw with power and authority, a rich baritone laden with silks and velvet, creamy like dark chocolate and freshly brewed coffee - bittersweet, with the deep hitch of delicacy as each word passed his lips gracefully, a soothing lull of music blessing your ears, and that familiar, throbbing ache returned to your pounding heart.

Despite the sudden burst of heat that flooded your cheeks scarlet, you were unnerved by the fact that he seemed to be aware of your presence, in spite the door appearing to be closed. You swallowed thickly, and knowing you had no choice but to oblige to the underlying demand (order?), you obeyed. The smooth metal was cool underneath your nimble fingertips as you twisted it, and you felt a chill seep into your veins, slowly coagulating your blood with ice crystals. You'd always felt this way, whenever you'd entered this room, heart plummeting into the pit of your stomach, a sense of foreboding pitting itself in your stomach, shudders trickling down your rigid spine in great abundance.

Holding the rose behind your back once again, you stepped inside - and was almost immediately greeted by a gust of glacial wind, licking your bare, exposed flesh, rising goose-flesh on your peach-hued skin, and you swallowed once again.

Seated behind the mahogany desk, with his elbow propped up against the smooth wood, and palm resting against his sharp chin, was your would-to-be-Valentine.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of him, a regal king sitting upon his throne of blood and bones.

Taut, smooth marble stretched upon arching cheekbones that cut deep into porcelain flesh, (which gave him an air of elegance that no-one else seemed to possess), was framed by the rich locks of his mop of copper hair, and hooded eyelids revealed lustrous amethyst optics, thriving with a galaxy of dying stars, cosmic-tinted, and sifting with a luminescent cosmos so painfully beautiful that it hurt to look at. His eyes glinted underneath the warm, dim glow of the rays of the dying sun burning red beyond the panes of glass behind him, gleaming with unveiled cunning and curiosity, his lips curled into that mocking, tight (but undeniably, terribly false leer of a) smile that you loved.

"Yes?"

Honey dripped from cold lips, a venom so sickly sweet that you could taste it, rich and thick and bitter on your tongue, ribbons of dark velvet rewarding your eardrums in a gentle caress of satin.

You faltered.

{You always did.}

Your legs threatened to buckle underneath your weight, and it suddenly felt foreign to stand unsteadily on your feet that wavered and felt like they would succumb to the sudden upsurge of fear and anxiety any time.

Your skin crawled underneath the fierce intensity of his cold, questioning stare, and you felt as though shards of ice and broken glass shifted underneath your blanching flesh, poking and prodding against your innards and threatening to shatter the fragile porcelain of your skin when they would break out, and the weight of his sharp, icy orbs against your skin was unbearably heavy.

Gakuho did not speak, but his urge for you to talk was evident in the thickening air, and for a split second, his presence had somehow grown more… sinister, his smile dropping off of his flawless, sculpted face. The ominous silence clouded the atmosphere with a terrible tension, and it strangled you with its gaunt, invisible fingers, stifling you to the point where you couldn't breathe, your heart lodged tightly within your throat, chest contricting underneath the pressure building within your core, and the weight of the rose on your tightening palm, concealed behind your petite frame, never felt much more heavier, burdening you further.

"I - …" You began, but found yourself unable to continue, the words wilting on your tongue, and your fumbling voice withering at the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly dry.

"Yes, Miss L/N?" He prodded gingerly, coaxing, crooning for you to spill your secret, and the deceptively gentle, calm smile had returned to his curled lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the forced falsity of it, almost as though it had never waned in the first place.

The metaphorical thread of sanity that held yourself intact underneath all the pressure snapped.

Reddened cheeks dancing with flames, you thrusted the rose onto the impossibly smooth, glossy surface of the mahogany desk, and clambered onto your trembling feet for your very grand, impressive escape.

In the split second before you'd turned your back to the older man, you witnessed the minute widening of his plum hues, the momentary surprise crossing his sharp features contrasting dramatically against the alabaster of his flesh and strands of rich ember, and a small crevice of your mind that was not distracted by the nerves and adrenaline gnawing at you was satisfied by his reaction, and you couldn't help the faint smile that lurked in the corners of your mouth, thinking you'd won.

Then, before you could even fully comprehend what had happened, you found yourself in alarmingly close proximity with your Valentine, to the point where you could feel the unexpected, surprising (you'd always thought he'd feel abnormally cold) warmth of his flesh mingle with yours through the fabric of your uniform, his grasp on your forearm firm and steady, though not enough to bruise or hurt you, the delicate weight of his warm breath licking the outer shell of your ear, soft lips grazing the supple flesh of your earlobe, the brushes of his ember-colored hair tickling your cheek.

You froze, the soles of your feet rooted to the hard marble beneath, eyes widening in shock, a fierce blush burning your face with a sweltering burst of flooding heat, and your aching heart hammered so hard against your ribcage that you feared he'd heard it, threatening to break the bones, the pulsating organ threatening to tear itself out of its domain, and your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp rattling in your chest.

The intensely powerful, exotic aroma of his perfume hung thick in the shared air between the both of you, caressing your nostrils with a spicy and tropical fragrance that you couldn't quite recognize, but it was quite pleasing nonetheles. However, it only succeeded in making you even more nervous, flustered by the distance, or lack thereof between you and your dashing Valentine.

"S-sensei, w-wha - " You managed to stutter, but the spark of something igniting within his violet orbs silenced you, and you were left to the mercy of your fluttering pulse thundering in your ears, heart hammering against your heaving chest, breathing growing erratic and rapid, as your teacher's free hand slowly, almost gingerly came to stroke the curves and contours of your youthful face, flawless marble questing fragile flesh for the very first time, brushing fleetingly against the rise of your cheekbones, edging so very, dangerously close to your parted lips.

You couldn't help but shudder underneath his cool touch, relishing the feel of his skin against yours, and you couldn't help yourself as you leaned into the inviting embrace of his palm as it gently cupped your cheek, thumb ghosting over the delicate skin, because, once again, it was an allure you couldn't resist.

Slender, long digits came to rest at the seam of glossy, plump flesh that was your lips, and you forgot how to breathe, and the roar of your thundering heart faded from existence, accompanied by the din of everything else that had deafened you before.

In those stolen moments of precious intimacy, smoldering, galactic orbs clashed against your lustrous e/c hues, a kaleidoscope of vivid colors melding together as your burning gazes collided, and Gakuho flashed you a mischievous smile before he leaned in, and kissed you.

Honeyed lips dripped nectar as his mouth molded against yours in a perfect synchrony, ripe with the taste of rich, thick wine, that left you feeling dazed, intoxicated in a sense, his soft lips guiding yours with a maturity you'd yet to experience, mellow, silken lips entwining with your own in a tender, chaste caress of velvet and satin. A broad palm came to rest at your rigid spine, drawing sensous circles that comforted and coaxed you to enjoy and feel and cherish, almost as though he knew it was your first kiss, and you knew he'd succeeded, because the complicated whirl of emotion surging through your veins - albeit abstract, was not entirely unpleasant, and left your heart soaring.

For a few treasured moments, time itself stood still, granting you a final mercy as the grains of years and seconds bled away, and the seconds slowly deccelerated, the rest of the world melting away. The harsh reality where he was your teacher and you his student ceased to exist, and it was just the two of you.

But just as quick as it came, Gakuho pulled away, leaving you dumbfounded and breathless, stars burning underneath your eyelids, and heart bursting with a kaleidoscope of emotions, each of which were at their most vulnerable and rawest of points.

As you stood processing what had just happened in a dazed, thoughtless reverie, your fingers unconsciously wandered to the ample swell of your lips, where the ghosting taste of his lips still lingered, and it was only then that you noticed the warm amusement flickering within his lavender orbs, and the teasing smile that curved his lips.

The awareness of what had just transpired rammed into you with the wrecking force of a freight train, and you shrieked, flailing your arms around madly, face flushed with the blooming color of a thousand roses. Quickly regaining your bearings and whatever amount of sanity and dignity you had left, (if you even possessed any), you dashed towards the door, very nearly stumbling over your steps and almost crashing head-first into the harsh, bleached marble below, your face burning and brain malfunctioning at disbelief of what'd just happened. The indignant voice in your head hollered that it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, but it'd caught you completely off guard, as you hadn't expected him to reciprocate your feelings, or take such a bold step.

You could feel his stare burning the nape of your neck and you swallowed thickly, not yet ready to face that smug grin and flickering amethyst hues. As you twisted the knob (which suddenly felt very hot underneath your touch), the rich baritone of his voice drifted through the air and reached your ears, making you halt in your steps.

" Oh, and Y/N?"

"Y-yes?" You let out a nervous stammer, slowly turning on your heel to meet his amused gaze. Gakuho had returned to his seat, and managed to look even more majestic underneath the dying light of the sun, his copper hair burning a fierce red as the beams of light bathed the rich tufts of umber in swaths of honey-gold and peaches and orange, the flawless, unblemished alabaster of his flesh appearing smooth and marble to curious touch, his star-strewn, cosmic-lidded eyes gleaming with a warm glow, the plum-hued rose held in his hand accentuating his sharp features.

"I hope you cherish my gift to you as much as I treasure yours." He said as his eyes met yours, hints of mischief and playfulness flaring in them, and his lips molded in a lazy, foxy smirk. If you already hadn't felt flustered enough, you were sure that now steam was practically pouring out of your ears, blood rushing to your face in great abundance, so much so that you felt ready to explode.

You managed a feeble smile in return, and threw the door open before flying out of view. However, you couldn't deny the thrill you felt after realizing that Gakuho returned your feelings, and a silly, large grin unfurled on your lips at the heart-warming reminder.

Perhaps the forbidden fruit did taste the best, after all.

{BONUS}

Gakuho would never tell you that he had been aware of presence of the yellow-hued, tentacled creature called Koro-sensei pressed against the glass of his office, and neither would he tell you that he allowed that nosy, perverted matchmaker to spread rumors that he'd kissed you. In fact, his sly smirk broadened, he was counting on it.

#gakuho asano x reader #reader x gakuho asano #teacher x student trope #assassination classroom #valentine's event #kissing #idk how to tag this shi #fluff #cliche with capital letters

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staysuki · 2 years

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"jisung being a criminal makes him more attractive" DUDE Y/N IS LITERALLY ME WATDAFUQ (yes this is a reader insert but i m sure you get my point) me to felix <333 (IN THE PAST OKAY) seungmin s ✨ hwaiting ✨ is adorable bye. i love how he straight up replied with an "idk" lol poor kid wanting to cheer his friendfriend up but got thought as weird instead. hyunjin s "what" hurts me 👍 i feel like y/n spilling info to jake will lead to bad shit. not necessarily because of him tattling but ig jisung and felix will know their plan by hacking jake s phone or smth. IDK , I JUST FEEL LIKE JAKE S THE CARELESS TYPE YA KNOW. aaa i feel so bad for hyunjin like, his father dislikes him, his grama hates him :<<

wait so you basically confirmed that felix doesn t have and sad story background 😔 SOOO WHAT ABT THE "need money bc don t have part-time job" EMENE? it seems like jisung has an almost unlimited supply of money so sussy 👀 damn, kinda sad that slc is almost ending :<< i m an optimist what can i say 😌 I KNOW THAT YOU WATCH ANIME but have you seen my hero academia? you know like how every villain had a back story that s sad af, it messed with me big time. i m now always trying to think outside of the box. horikoshi did this.

i love the jyp oppar meme 😗

lovegame anon dw that happens to me all the time ~.~ #canceltumblr 🤥 for some reason, tumblr keeps on messing up with my asks :<< like, the last paragraph would surprisingly get placed in the middle of the 1st sentence IN the first paragraph after the author replies to it. so weird. IKR LIKE ash deserves this. she s amazing, my role model, my ult, our queen <333 i m really happy that she gets the recognition she deserves. all her works are 👌👌👌 damn, i feel like you lovegame anon, will do a great job writing song fics 🤩 btw, good luck to you <3333

🍕 it s fine, we all simp for lovegame anon 😎 i m still the one who got your exclusive love poem *instense lip biting* LMAO TRUE. your (🍕 anon) skills in flirting are getting better and better 👌 BROOO AGREED, SEUNGMIN IS LIFE ✨

changing the question a bit, which y/n do you perceive each of your anons as?

if ever a zombie apocalypse arises in ash ville, i feel like i d be the first to get bitten 💀 mainly because i d give up on running

lovegame anon, i feel like you unconsciously drifted to a parallel universe. i wish i could dream about kpop idols lol ACTUALLY, i did dream about stray kids for like 3 consecutive nights but i don t remember the details :">> i wish i could. the most i could remember was a hogwarts au with hyunjin, and 2 other dreams with seungmin and minho but yeah, i can t remember what happened after ~.~

OMG NEW SMAU I LOVE U ASH, i WILL READ WHEN I HAVE THE TIME AGAIN AAAA im excited :">>

- ␈

y'all gotta stop falling in love with the criminals istg—

seungmin is a doer not a talker 😭 well, i'm sure hyunjin got the sentiment of whatever seungmin was trying to say lmfao.

and some jake theories huh 💀. that's really funny though. imagine they don't even have to hack into jake's phone, he just ends up talking too loud on the phone while in the bathroom while felix is there. or maybe he's the kind to not even have a password protected phone. he just lives a flowery life like that.

and naur 😭 i didn't confirm anything about felix. all i said was that whatever felix's backstory is (whether sad or not) it will not be revealed 🥴. he's forever a secret. he doesn't get any arcs or any spotlights. his personality will never be explained 🤌✨. also the one who said the thing about needing money without a part time job was seungmin (in reference to his drug dealing gig). and dw, we still have 10-20 more chapters of SLC 😭🤌. i've seen my hero academia yes uwu. but i kinda stopped na midway cuz i got bored 🤷‍♂️

the compliments pls 😭 i appreciate it 💋. but yeah, pls just resend asks if ever it gets bugged out. dont worry about it~

well that's a hard question since i don't think i have enough y/ns for each anon but ig i'll try 😮‍💨

🍕anon is def PP heart y/n. just because she said that she works as a secretary of sorts JHSHWJSHE

␈anon (you) would probably be SLC y/n 🐸✨

LG anon would probably be hey! hey! golden boy y/n

🌺anon and 🧀anon are 100% my sunshine y/n

🗽anon (bless their heart, i miss them already) would be YHAM y/n

<3anon would probably be secret idol boyfriend y/n

🦄anon and 🌖anon would be ehaloj y/n~

then 🐳anon would be bff code y/n

then there's 💙anon and 🍉anon that i have not yet interacted with too much 🤧💔 so i can't judge. though i honestly already had a hard time halfway thru cuz my y/ns aren't that diverse 🐒

i hope i didn't miss anyone 🙈

ashville though, i like it 🐣 new tag mayhaps

and ofc! take your time. room 404 won't be a heavy read though. it's just a feel-good episodic series so there won't even be a lot of updates all the time. each episode is it's own story/arc! i made it for those that just wanna sit back and relax here in town 🤧 no need to dwell into heavy conspiracies and whatnot.

#anon: bub stop.#slc talks #ashville tea time #new tag #for when we just talk about the town and it's people 🤧✨

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jess-rewatches-prodigalson · 3 years

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Speak of the Devil (S2, E2)

Damn. I love this show.

As usual, my time stamped SPOILER FULL thoughts are below.

As always, I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if talk about depression/mania/suicidal ideation is going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.

0:14 - Hector’s back!! hahaha :)

0:40 - So Martin is worried about Malcolm.....he could stop manipulating Malcolm if he’s so worried. That would make Malcolm feel slightly better at least.

0:50 - What. A. Boss. That ambush was gorgeously executed *chef’s kiss*. haha how many times do you think Jessica has orchestrated this type of ambush on one of her children?

0:52 - I love this outfit on Malcolm. Seriously - why is it sooo attractive when he’s not wearing a tie?

0:55 -........he’s not seeing Gabrielle....but but he had a lollipop last episode. Am I supposed to believe he buys his own lollipops? Maybe he bought some to throw the team off the scent? UGH. MALCOLM, SWEETHEART, GO BACK TO THERAPY. YOU’RE IN CRISIS. ....wait. I bet you he’s not seeing Gabrielle because she knows when he’s lying. He’s probably scared that he’ll end up telling her about Endicott. And I’m pretty sure that legally Gabrielle can’t keep a crime a secret regardless of doctor-patient confidentiality.

1:02 - .....Malcolm didn’t know that he wasn’t paying his own therapy bills? WHO DID HE THINK WAS PAYING THEM?!?! Damn. Rich people, am I right?

1:10 - You ever wonder how many therapists Malcolm saw as a kid before they found Gabrielle? Just me? Cool.

1:15 - OMG. “Sexual in nature”?!?! Calm down Jess. He’s a grown ass man and even if it was sexual Malcolm sure as hell wouldn’t want to talk to his mother about his sex life.

1:19 - Oh so now both of your kids are in a “good place”? Martin, less than a minute ago you were ‘worried’ about Malcolm. Further proof that Martin is a liar and we can’t believe anything he says. Ever.

1:43 - Tom Payne’s physical acting during this interaction with Jessica is incredible. Ugh. Honestly, can I give him an Emmy myself? Look. Look at his face when he says, “You wouldn’t understand.” This is a teenage boy trying to hide something from his mom and is terrified that she’ll see the lie if he makes eye-contact. <3

1:45 - You know, Jessica really isn’t a perfect mother (especially to Ainsley) but she does care about her kids. I love her for it. She actually shows more concern for her adult children than most parents with adult children that I’ve been exposed to.

2:08 - I can’t decide if I love the music that was playing through that scene or if it’s just super cheesy and cringey. I mean “I did a bad bad thing” right as the title page rolls out? Kind of amazing but also super dorky.

2:13 - So Mr. David hears this whole conversation. Malcolm talking about his guilt, Martin calling Malcolm a hero, and Malcolm saying that the only person he can talk to about his problems is Martin. Sooooo either

Mr. David is being paid very well to keep quiet on Whitly family drama,

Mr. David stopped listening years ago.

Mr. David is a moron who can’t connect the dots. OR

Mr. David is going to blow this whistle on this fiasco to Jessica soon. I mean, he called her in the first season when Malcolm started visiting Martin. Mr. David has Jessica’s number...and I have a hunch that Mr. David cares about Malcolm. He’s watched Malcolm grow up into a troubled, bizarre, but very sweet man.

2:14 - “Why are you calling me?” Malcolm sounds upset that Martin is calling him; so why pick up the phone? I mean, I guess Martin will call him back incessantly but still.

2:19 - Malcolm’s completely honest version of how he’s doing mentally is heartbreaking. He “doesn’t recognize himself anymore”? Ugh. Baby. My heart is shattering. Someone hug him. OR TAKE HIM TO GABRIELLE.

2:30 - There is a moment when Malcolm says, “narcissistic psychopath” where is genuinely sounds like he’s about to have a complete breakdown. This boy is on the verge. My whump heart loves it and it makes me evil.

2:56 - aaannnnnnd there’s Malcolm on the verge of tears. This boy. Ugh. <3

3:00 - “It’s not going away Malcolm. The guilt. Take it from me.” Sooooo Mr. David isn’t a moron right? He’s going to connect the dots. He has to. ISTG Jessica keeps saying “No more lies” in the promos because Mr. David told her what he overheard.

3:06 - And that is the face of a boy who is dead on the inside. Seriously, he’s spent his whole life trying to convince himself (and others) that he is nothing like his father. But here we are - all his fears confirmed and it’s killed him.

3:20 - “Is this what you used?” Ainsley is talking about how Malcolm disposed of the body right? Because last episode she thanked Malcolm for covering for her. Sooooo she clearly knows that she killed Endicott even if she doesn’t remember it. I mean, she was covered in blood - Malcolm wasn’t.

3:23.- OMG. Endicott was killed with the Milton family silver. hahahaha why is that so funny to me?

3:43 - Just how big is that gap in her memory? I’d truly like to know. When did she check out, when did she check in, and are those times different than what she’s letting Malcolm believe?

3:55 - Yeah - I still want to know why she moved in. COVID? Is she afraid she’s going to do something else murdery? Because surely, living in the house where you know you killed someone can’t be pleasant. Or easy. Unless of course Ainsley is more like Martin than we’d like to believe.

4:09 - hahahahaha I am living for Malcolm’s facial response to Jessica saying, “I am in charge of boxes.”

4:22 - hahahaha Malcolm and Ainsley teasing Jessica about Gil is so precious. I love it. I wish they were always that happy.

4:40 - Look at Malcolm’s face when he says, “You and a certain Lieutenant”. He’s practically giddy. Whether that’s because he’s thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to tease his mother OR because he’s always wanted Jessica and Gil to be together in that way that many children who grow up in single parent homes hope for a fairytale parental ending. My guess - a mixture of both.

4:45 - Ainsley looks delighted at the idea of Gil/Jessica too. I assume it’s because she loves the gossip and the opportunity to tease Jessica. BUT I also wonder what Ainsley’s relationship with Gil is like? Do they have one?

4:58 - “Does he let you wear his turtlenecks?” OMG. bahahahaha comedic GOLD.

5:10 - THIS. The evolution of JT and Malcolm’s friendship is everything. 10/10 would recommend. So sweet. LOOK AT HOW CONCERNED MALCOLM IS. <3 <3 Malcolm’s been calling JT?!?! UGH. This warms my cold dead heart.

5:20 - JT is a bad liar. This dude is not okay.

5:27 - “When I say I’m fine, I’m always lying.” .....we already knew this but it hurts to hear Malcolm say is so nonchalantly.

5:32 - JT does the sign of the cross....so he’s definitely religious.

5:56 - “Holy...” “Watch it Bright.” hahaha how much do you want to bet that Gil took Malcolm to church once (1) time as a kid. It went so poorly that Gil never brought him again. Malcolm was probably questioning the priest and generally just asking a lot of “why” questions.

6:15 - Gil is so done with the Edrisa+Bright banter. Look at his face - he’s just sooo tired. .....is Gil particularly cranky this episode because Jessica is dodging his phone calls?

6:23 - Malcolm looks pensive as soon as Gil mentions that the Father had been with the church for 30 years. Why?

6:56 - I’m not going to lie. I’m really getting tired of the crap Dani (and even Gil in this episode - is he mad at Malcolm for avoiding him when he was hospital-bound? Or just cranky because Jessica isn’t calling him back?) are giving Malcolm. He’s asking a question relevant to the case. Sure - it’s not an easy question to ask but last season they wouldn’t have glared at him for asking it. I understand that Dani is upset with Malcolm for lying to her and she probably thinks he knows something about how Endicott died. I get it - Malcolm screwed up. BUT Dani’s reaction is so over the top. I understand where she’s coming from - she has trust issues. That doesn’t give her the right to treat him like garbage for the rest of his life. It’s been literally MONTHS.

7:11 - “That’s not a no.”....Damn, he looks cute when he says that.

7:30 - I LOVE that Malcolm knows so much about the Bible and Catholicism even though he’s not a believer. It makes me think he investigated a ton of religions as a kid - looking for relief from his trauma. I respect that he did the research and I respect that he doesn’t (openly at least) think other people are moronic/short-sighted for believing in God(s).

7:56 - I’ll be honest, my first reaction to Jonah was: “Why does he look and sound like he’s dying?”

8:03 - “Catholic.” haha I love some good religious comedy. BUT AGAIN GIL, THAT GLARE IS SO NOT NECESSARY. That wasn’t a ‘warning - you’re being insensitive’ glare. That was a ‘I’m your father and you’re in sooo much trouble’ glare. I love Gil with my whole heart but everyone is being a dick to Malcolm today (minus JT and Edrisa) and I’m done with it. Malcolm’s fragile mental state can’t handle it. Be nice to my boy.

8:35 - Is this Gil’s church?!? Why does he know all the church staff by name? He either attends this church or someone gave him an amazing briefing before he got to the church.

9:34 - At least Gil knows something is wrong with Malcolm.

9:41 - What? That’s it? No. Gil - press on. Don’t accept Malcolm’s “I’m fine”.

10:18 - I wish this scene didn’t end with Gil’s look of disbelief and concern. I wish we got to see Gil tell Malcolm not to go see Martin. I wish we got a more concrete papa!Gil moment.

10:42 - Something about the fact that Martin is tethered to a pole like a tether-ball is hilarious to me. Also - why are some prisoners not tied up? The inmate talking to Friar Pete has no rope.

10:52 - Ugh. When exactly did Martin give Malcolm “The Talk”? Like how old was Malcolm? How traumatic was it? Ugh. It’s very upsetting to remember that Martin acted like a good father to Malcolm for a good portion of the first 10 years of Malcolm’s life. It really doesn’t help Malcolm’s PTSD.

11:00 - That’s right Malcolm. Don’t let Martin ramble. Stand your ground. <3 So proud of Malcolm <3

11:15 - Listen to the way Malcolm says, “Who is that?”. He’s some combination of resigned and scared. I love it.

11:33 - Friar Pete is so creepy. The way he just walks up to Malcolm until his rope goes taught?! UGH. Poor Malcolm looks so done with this whole situation. He’s rolling his eyes and grimacing at various points throughout this scene. He has some major sass right now and I’m here for it.

11:41 - “You two should talk!” ....Is this Martin’s really eff-ed up way of trying to help Malcolm with his guilt about Endicott? I don’t like it.....and Malcolm’s face tells me he doesn’t either.

12:48 - Is that true? Can churches really not exorcise people without medical permission in the current day? I thought exorcisms were just banned? IDK - I’m a Christian, my branch of faith doesn’t do exorcisms.

13:33 - YES! A JT AND MALCOLM SCENE. <3 <3 I’m unreasonably happy about this.

13:45 - sooooooo is this Norman’s real home and his real mother? The first time I watched it I thought it was some sort of weird catholic-inpatient facility but now I’m not sure.

15:10 - Ok. I can’t hold back anymore. Malcolm’s shoes. They. Are. Awful. I understand - Tom Payne is a short guy. He probably needs heels to fit in the shot. I’m not mad about the heels. I’m made that they gave him very very ugly heels. Is it just me? These shoes are hideous.

15:14 - “Hi Norman.” .....Malcolm is so soft here and I’m in love with it. My cold dead heart is melting. Also JT’s freaked-out look in this scene is everything.

15:25 - There’s something about the way Malcolm says “Good.” that just hits me really hard. It’s beautiful. He sounds and looks a little scared but he’s also really calm and professional and it’s just...*chef’s kiss*.

16:44 - “He’s clearly mentally-ill.” I love this. I love that Malcolm is defending the person with a severe mental illness because he doesn’t have any proof that Norman committed a crime. It also breaks my heart. Makes me think of how many people dismissed or judged Malcolm poorly throughout his life because Malcolm’s mental illnesses. Even though they weren’t quite as extreme as Norman’s.

16:54 - I love this. JT is telling Malcolm to stay behind the line partially out of fear (because this whole Norman situation is clearly freaking JT out big time) but also partially because he just cares about Malcolm. I love their friendship and it’s evolution. SO. MUCH.

17:21 - Is there a mirror of something? How the hell did Norman know that Malcolm crossed the salt? Was it the slight creaking in the floorboards?

17:54 - Dude. Is every suspect this season going to accuse Malcolm of being a killer? First Boyd, now Norman. This is not helping Malcolm’s mental state or his ability to hide his guilt from the team.

18:30 - “Malcolm Bright. Always crossing the line.” lol. I love JT here. He’s half-teasing Malcolm. Makes me think that he subtly trying to tell Malcolm that he isn’t the killer Norman says that he is.

18:44 - I DO NOT LIKE THIS. LOOK AT HOW SCARED MALCOLM IS WHEN HE WALKS INTO THE ROOM. A ROOM WITH GIL AND DANI IN IT. THIS IS NOT RIGHT. HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF THEM.

19:00 - “What the hell do you have?”. Wow. Okay. No. I love Gil. I understand that he loves Malcolm like a son and he’s scared for Malcolm and Malcolm’s mental state. But this question is so over the line. Gil knows damn well what Malcolm’s mental diagnoses are. It feels like he’s accusing Malcolm of being crazy. I don’t like it.

19:17 - “Are you serious?” Ok. Dani really needs to start being nicer to Malcolm. She doesn’t have to trust him but some professional civility would be great. I really don’t like how hard the writers are pushing this tension between Dani and Malcolm. It makes Dani look so immature. An adult would be pissed but get over the anger after literal months. The relationship wouldn’t necessarily be the same but it sure as hell wouldn’t be this hostile.

19:40 - Something about Malcolm being the calmest person in the room is both comforting and upsetting.

19:55 - “My father gave it to me.”.....that’s so not going to help Gil’s concern about Malcolm.

20:50 - This is cute. We don’t get to see enough of Jessica and Ainsley acting like a semi-normal mother-daughter duo. I love it.

21:00 - “We are WASPs. It’s. What. We. Do.” OMG. Hahahaha

21:05 - I love how invested Ainsley is in the Gil/Jessica relationship. It’s so clear that she wants her Mom to be happy and I love it. It also makes me wonder if she ever wanted Gil to be her real dad as a kid.

21:30 - Damn. This episode is creepy.

21:45 - First clue that this is a dream - Malcolm says “we” but he’s alone.

21:57 - ...are Nuns allowed to paint their nails? #GenuineQuestion

22:14 - Not going to lie. This made me cry. I relate to Malcolm so damn much here. I’ve had a severe anxiety disorder for as long as I can remember (seriously I saw my first therapist - against my will - at the age of 4). I’ve also had chronic depression for almost as long. AND I’m a christian. I can’t tell you how many times other christians have told me to “cast my worries on the Lord” and “be free” of my pain. Or that I don’t really believe in God because I’m still suffering so visibly. The problem is - I don’t know if I want to be free. I’ve had these issues so long that I’m genuinely not sure who I’d be without them. It’s how I define myself. It affects every aspect of my personality. I feel like Malcolm might feel the same way - he doesn’t want to suffer anymore but he’s afraid of finding out who he is without the pain.

22:17 - Okay. So there’s Gil’s voice. So Gil+ Malcolm = “we”. As though I’m supposed to believe that Gil would split up with Malcolm when they’re looking for a nun, who isn’t even a suspect, at a church. Nah. I don’t buy it. This is clearly a dream.

22:30 - “You have to tell them what you did.”...and then we see the knife. Does this mean Malcolm is slowly convincing himself that he killed Endicott. Not Ainsley? Either way - I agree with nightmare-Ainsley. The team loves Malcolm but they’re also detectives. They’ll figure out what happened. And when they do - yikes.

22:46 - I hate this. All season suspects have been calling Malcolm evil. Martin has been calling Malcolm a “hero”. Malcolm’s guilt is eating him alive. Simultaneously, the people who are supposed to trust and care about him (Dani, Gil, the precinct, Jessica) have all shown signs of doubting him. Dani alone has pointed a gun at Malcolm’s head. Now she’s wearing body armour? AND LOOK AT THE OTHER COPS. THEY ALL HAVE THEIR HANDS ON THEIR GUNS AS THOUGH MALCOLM IS A CRIMINAL. A THREAT. DANGEROUS. This is very bad for Malcolm’s mental health......God, the whump-whore in me hopes he has a major panic attack or something this season.

23:23 - I love this scene. This is the papa!Gil content I’m here for.

23:51 - JT expressing fear and concern for his unborn child makes my heart grow several sizes. Look at his puppy dog eyes here? Ugh. So precious. This whole JT arc is heartbreaking and beautiful. I love it.

24:15 - Sooooo JT knows about Jessica right? He’s a detective and a husband. He so knows. hahaha this is so cute.

24:19 - Gil. You. Are. A. Liar......and you’ve been really grumpy this episode but I’m going to forgive you because I love you.

24:28 - GIL. You’ve waited 20 years. How much longer can you wait for Jessica?!?!

24:35 - Maybe JT didn’t know? At least - not until Gil rambled on about waiting? JT looks like he just connected all the dots and he’s super uncomfortable.

24:43 -...... so she verbally attacks him all episode then drives him home and acts like she did toward Malcolm by mid-season 1? I’m getting whiplash.

25:18 - This scene is so cute. They actually made the real life version of heart-eyes at each other. And Malcolm pours her a glass of water. Because 1) she’s driving and 2) she’s a recovering addict. He’s so casually respectful and I love it.

25:28 - “Are you any different?” Ouch. Look at how hurt Malcolm is. :( Although, props to Dani for confronting him about it. Someone needed to and she’s being really calm and caring about it.

26:10 - Dani’s little speech about being a black woman feels a little forced? Like the writers put it in so she doesn’t feel left out compared to JT? Idk, the whole thing just seemed not quite believable. Probably because when JT was racially profiled Dani - a black woman - pulled out her badge and all the white cops listened to her. It just doesn’t track. They wouldn’t have listened to her if they were racist and bold enough to attack JT in the first place.

26:47 - Anyone else think that all those lit candles are a fire hazard? Just me? Cool cool cool.

27:21 - Yo. This is stupid. I understand why this happened - because the plot needed it to happen. BUT WHY DID ALL THREE ARMED COPS LEAVE THREE UNARMED PEOPLE ALONE?!? And when does a team of 4 split into a group of 3 and 1??! It makes no logical sense (except for plot purposes).

28:03 - Creepy.

28:30 - Oh. HELL no. This is absolute bs. My entire heart is breaking for JT.

29:05 - I really like how chill this Priest is. Like - he respects that Malcolm’s a disbeliever and he’s willing to talk to him without trying to convert him.

29:55 - Listen to how upset JT sounds here!! :( :( :( My heart. :(

30:08 - Ok so how did she end up tied in the closet and not murdered?

30:40 - ....so did Jonah ruin that painting while Sister Agnes was in the closet or is the Sister just a moron who didn’t say anything about the guy ruining the painting?!?

30:50 - Sooooo Jonah is an “expert”. He taught Sister Agnes how to safely handle the lead-based paint. Yet - he didn’t use the protection? We saw him with a gas mask at the beginning of the episode? Did the sister not notice that he wasn’t using the protection? So much of this doesn’t track. Thankfully, I don’t watch this show for the “murder of the week” plot line.

31:30 - Malcolm is a good dude. Even now. He’s trying to help Jonah. <3 Heart of gold.

32:25 - Martin - shut. up.

32:45 - Friar Pete is a creepy treasure. I love him.

33:24 - “Oh you’ve gotta be kidding.” hahaha I feel you Malcolm. I feel you.

33:34 - Not gonna lie - when I watched this the first time all I could think is “How the eff does Malcolm remember everything Pete just said?” Maybe it’s just me but I would need Pete to go 1-2 words at a time. And slowly. ....maybe Malcolm took Latin in school?

24:06 - Oh so all the killers this season are also going to accuse Malcolm of being a killer and/or evil.

34:40 - Damn. I wish the team walked in right as Malcolm was screaming “the power of Christ compels you!!!”.

35:15 - I. Love. This. Gil screaming on the phone is everything. Him going to bat for JT is everything. Malcolm saying “This is bad”?!? *chef’s kiss*. ISTG Malcolm’s been scolded by Gil when Gil is that mad at some point during his teen years.

35:53 - “I’ll take care of it.” JT. Is. My. Hero. What an absolute king. He’s going to take care of it, even though he’s terrified, because he needs to protect his family. Not just Tally and the baby. But little sister Dani too. <3 My heart is full.

36:11 - ....okay so not to ruin a totally beautiful and profound scene but every time I’ve watched this scene JT doing that lean into the wall is very weird to me. Because he turns to face the camera. If he just slid down the wall or just leaned his head against the wall - it wouldn’t have felt so strange. It honestly distracts me from the scene. Every. Time.

36:18 - This is hot garbage. I don’t even want to rewatch this scene because it makes me so upset.

37:51 - I understand where Jessica is coming from but I also think she’s being a moron. I will say though, I respect the hell out of Gil for walking away when asked. A lot of men wouldn’t but he respects Jessica even if he doesn’t like what he’s hearing. So he left because she asked him to.

39:00 - If this isn’t a red flag for Jessica about Ainsley’s mental health idk what is.

39:25 - Poor Malcolm looks like he’s on the verge of tears here. :( I’m genuinely scared that Malcolm is becoming suicidal. He’s reaching the level of depressed and guilt where I think it’s a possibility. I genuinely think he’d rather kill himself to stop his guilt and suffering than to admit it to Gil, Jessica, JT, or Dani. ...for legal reasons he definitely can’t tell Gabrielle.

40:00 - Sooooo Martin is finally suggesting that it was his idea to dispose of the body. I hope it’s the truth.

40:05 - Martin is a piece of trash. He really needs to stop playing with Malcolm’s head. It’s literally killing Malcolm.

40:50 - Oh. SHIT. Malcolm just clapped back hard. I am so so proud of him. ...also concerned about this deep anger in him though.

41:46 - I swear - if we don’t get a Gil and Martin face-off when Martin breaks out, I will lose my mind. It’s one of the top things I want from this show. A Martin+Gil showdown.

Ok. So I kind of loved this episode? Even though there were...many plot holes and things that annoyed me about it. Is it just me or has this season felt much darker than last season so far? It makes sense given last season’s finale but it’s still thrown me a bit.

BUT I CAN NOT WAIT FOR 2x3. That promo. Ugh. <3 <3 We’re going to get traumatized teen!Malcolm content and I’m a sick bastard who is living for it.

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I have been in the car with my older brother his best friend and my parents for a little over 20 hours and I’m ab to loose my shit :) sooo Neil can I have a story time to distract me please 🥺

Okay so I'm gonna tell you the love story of Matthew Boyd and Danielle Wilds. (I feel like I should give poor Andrew a break) (he's cooking me food)

SO, I'm laying low in NYC right? Trying to not like lose my shit over Andrew and Nathan etc etc. Matt was a huge RRP fan. Like he was like yo have you listened to this shit and I was like NOOOOOO but it was fine because I needed to keep up with what the fuck Andrew was up to anyway.

He's on the website right and I'm just awkwardly trying not to look because honestly? I didn't want to fucking know, you know? Anyway so he's all like damn she's fine and she's a hard worker respect the grind and all kind of shit that I was just like oooooookay Matty let's play Exy.

Finally I just called Andrew and was like listen this is like super fucking annoying I'm in New York just come here so I can tell you to fuck off to your face. He obliged. While he was here the team had no idea really what he was doing so they were putting out the team interviews and Matt was watching dan's while Andrew and I were there and she said something like "Matt Boyd is my celebrity crush damn he's fine and he's a hard worker and I swear to you all on my cats Matt Boyd 6'4 record breaking Exy player SCREAMED.

He SCREEEAMED and he THREW THE COMPUTER like he couldn't fucking believe it. He was a fucking mess. Andrew finally gave him her number just so Matt would stop glaring at him anytime he came to see me because he liked to come see me 😊

I know I've said this before but he never called her. Andrew was like she'll rip your fucking balls off if you piss her off and Matt was surprisingly into that but he still didn't call? Idk he was like what if she has this picture of me as some celebrity in her head and I don't live up to it and I was like you shut your mouth because Matt is genuinely the best, nicest person I know

ANYWAY we're in SC right and Matt comes to bring me my cat and to make sure Andrew delivered me in one piece like any good father would do. He walks in like hey I'm matt Boyd! And Seth is the first one to see him and he was like damn he's fine and he's a hard worker (really he just freaked tf out but it's what he was thinking) and then

Dan walked in

And Matthew Boyd Star Exy player looked at her like the meaning of life had been revealed to him like for fucking REAL. He was like "I'm matt Boyd" in the worlds most unnecessary introduction. And she was like wtf NEIL THIS IS THE FRIEND THAT NEVER CALLED and I was just 🤷🏽

So anyways he gives her this long fucking speech about why he didn't call and he goes 'I saw your interview' and dan goes 'oh god no'. And Matt (istg he's so fucking ridiculous) says 'Minyard said you'd chew me up and spit me out and IT WOULD BE AN HONOR'

IT WOULD BE A FUCKING HONOR WHY MATT

Anyway. She was like fine we'll go out and they did and Andrew and I almost died that night so like the anniversary of their first date will always be tainted by me and I love that for us.

THE END -N

#anonymous #rr answers 2 #neil answers 2 #story time

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Alright, I finally read Reincarnation no Kaben

AFTER MONTHS (it’s probably been a month? My mind doesn’t keep track of the days) I FINALLY CAUGHT UP TO RNK. Ty to Okita anon for the recommendation (*￣3￣)╭💕💕💕 I absolutely loved it.

After this I’ll start on the other recommendation you gave me. I kept a bit of a log of my reading journey under the read more tag.

Major spoilers for literally everything in RNK up to ch 53 “Withdrawal”.

Oh, and I’ll finish answering all my leftover asks and I SHOULD have a fic done by tomorrow. I was so ready to write and then I got up. Now I’m back to bed.

I’m just gonna write this as a log since I read super super slow and I’m only on ch 7 at the start of writing this but I’m really liking it already. Though to be fair. I love everything okita anon recommends haha. I remember you saying you were simping over Kouu and I haven’t gotten to the part where he appears but I wanted to quickly google what he looked like to prepare myself and I see this:

Well. That’s reassuring.

I was actually kinda surprised by how many western figures were in the manga since I know there are only like 7? Around 7 western figures that pop up in any anime/manga but seeing people like Albert Fish was kinda surprising but I really liked it. Also, at the end of certain chapters they write little bio’s on them so you get to know more about them was such a nice touch. I also love that the tradition of making males -> females still stays strong even outside the fate universe hehe.

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Literally, the next chapter I see him. AHHHHHHHHH. Well maybe not him but his eyeballs.

This guy lowkey reminds me of the MC’s brother but it’s 99% because he has the same long ponytail. I wouldn’t be surprised if the brother was apart of the the Greats. Honestly, Ein reminds me of those really hard headed girls that are actually really kind on the inside but aren’t good at expressing themselves (maybe because that’s pretty much her character). I also like that Ein doesn’t like males but she’s hiding behind this guy. At least, I’m..99% sure this is Ein.

I FUCKING KNEW IT. AS SOON AS I SAW HE GOT A THEIF TALENT I COULD FEEL THE SOLO LEVELING VIBES IN ME. HE CAN STEAL TALENTS I FUCKING KNEW IT!!! I’m surprised that Neumann didn’t say anything and Haito seems to be aware of it.

Edit: Ah okay, I understand a bit now but it almost seems like Haito is the only one aware of Toya’s second talent.

Edit 2: Okay, as much as I love power hungry MC’s I’m really glad they didn’t make Toya into that. I am such a softie for sympathetic and kind MC’s like these even though it’s been done so many times. I’m really glad this didn’t feel like a rehash. I mean, some points some of the stuff Toya says it does but it’s fine, I don’t mind that. I actually gave a crap about him since I usually prefer the side characters (I UNDERSTAND ANON, I CARE ABOUT KOUU SO MUCH AHHHHH) but HAITO?? AHHHHH.

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I like that Izo always has the same hat in every adaptation he’s in lol. Istg, cats are always op. Schrodinger seems so strong and the parallel universes are my absolute shit. Sometimes I think, in one universe I did this and in this universe I’m not. Would I rather stay in this universe or be in the one where I am actually productive. Usually I pick the productive universe and actually work but sometimes I’m a bit of a slacker haha. I think this is my approach to a lot of things in life. But I digress, I don’t wanna get too deep into my life.

I can sorta sympathize with the sinners. At least the ripper guy to say the least. I love love love unhinged characters that just want to basically destroy the world or at least have fun. But then you find out- wait they are actually sympathetic oh no. That’s how I felt about Djoser in “im the great priest imhotep” (please...i beg...someone read this...I’m so starved).

As much as character development and rooting for the hero is cool and all, I just want to simp for the crazy “let’s burn the world to the ground” kinda character. I’m also so glad Toya doesn’t automatically become evil and try and steal everyone’s talents because he does seem like a good person and I really don’t see him suddenly switching fields so when he saved (I don’t remember names I’m sorry), the undead solider it was really nice. Proves that he still has his humanity and isn’t strictly relying on the branch of sin.

It makes sense that he wants to steal talents since he never had one (and it was kinda out of left field when he killed Vlad and we just never addressed that ever again haha) but to see him actually consider his actions and if he actually want’s to steal his teammates talents feels right to me. Poor guy doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends so this is the first time he’s ever seemed to have companionship, aside from Haito, so I really hope he doesn’t attempt to steal their talents. I think I’m thinking of the slime? That time I got reincarnated as a slime manga/anime. Where he’s the pokemon catcher of skills. I thought that was where it was going.

But I do kinda like how selfish Haito and Toya’s talent stealing relationship is (I mean, later it develops but my first draft of writing this I wasn’t there yet). I’m not sure if selfish or like self-gratitude/pride is the right word but it’s kind of a breath of fresh air. Rather than Haito trying to contain or “help” Toya’s inferiority she’s actually encouraging it and using her own talent for her own...acknowledgement? Er, yeah let’s go with that.

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This. This interaction. I love this. Like, genuinely love this. We need more of this. Two people from opposite sides finding some common ground and their fight to the death is less about morals or whose on whose side but for themselves. I love that. This is actually some wholesome stuff.

Edit: AHHHHH CATCH MY UGLY CRYING IN THE BACK BECAUSE ALL THE “SINNERS” ARE ACTUALLY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. IM DEAD. YOU’VE KILLED ME.

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I KNEW IT! YOU CAN NEVER TRUST THESE KIND OF PEOPLE!! I’m going to slap the whiteboard on this but if I see any “goofy” character I’m immediately sus of them.

As much as I hate that Hitler is getting drawn as a small child I really like this. I know the whole, oh I killed your friends but I’m letting you go because you express humanity but I’m gonna finish my death with a sympathetic line, can be annoying to people but idk I really liked this.

Honestly this and the undead soldiers death hit me hard ngl. This manga might not have my favourite art style during some points compared to like main stream manga but it has some really beautiful scenes.

BOOM CALLED IT, though it’s pretty obvious lol.

THE PONY TAIL NEVER LIES AND HES DA VINCI IT MAKES SENSE NOW

He looks so cute lol. I like that Seiya has the talent of being talented in everything while Toya has the talent to steal other talents. Seiya can probably only cap his power by his own physical/mental abilities with Toya can pull a solo leveling and go further beyond. Thinking of it like jack of trades vs master of none type deals. Though, I might be thinking too hard on this. I like that this man is actually humble but I really wish there was a tiny bit more to him since we only get this one interaction/backstory but the manga isn’t completed yet. I really hope we get to know about Seiya more;; like how he became da vinci or etc.

Everytime I see Neumann I look at that comic sans type and it kills me on the inside. But I love that her eyes are 01 just, mwah perfection. These little details that aren’t that big but it’s soooo nice. I also ahem, unhinged character heart be still. It’s really nice reading manga in bursts because you can see the art progression and damn does she look good.

tiny fang appreciation post.

ngl i’M HARD SIMPING FOR THIS MAN. It’s the pony tail, I have such a thing for guys with long hair (and this is why genshin broke me) but man the art really picked up here.

I didn’t get into it but OKITA ANON I GET IT. KOUU??? AHHHH. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE??? As much as his whole “war” was a bit questionable in the beginning and tbh I still don’t really get it I like that he knows he’s not the same as the other Greats but still tries to help the other “sinners” in a way only he knows. That’s why Seiya was so important;; I get that he wanted them to have a fun death and to be understood but idk, the whole war idea and having them kill each other (especially the Hitler fights because I understand the others since they reached some kind of acknowledgement) but nonetheless, what a great guy.

Nightingale gives me mad masaki vibes from chainsawman. I hate them and I can’t wait for you to fail, but the inner part of my is cheering for you because unhinged characters are my shit. I feel really bad for Neumann, I had suspicions she wasn’t actually like that since it’s sooo out of left field but I’m really glad the manga seems to know what it’s doing. I really wish we got more Kouu interactions with everyone tho.

NOW THIS. THIS IS SOME WHOLESOME STUFF. I WANT THIS. I REALLY WANT SPIN-OFF OF REALLY SAD ANIME/MANGA/STORIES WHERE ALL THE DEAD PEOPLE HANG OUT. That’s how I’m feeling about JJK and the scroll segments or BSD WAN that just came out. IT’S SO WHOLESOME TO SEE EVERYONE NOT TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER.

UGLY SOBBING IN THE CLUBBB AND KOUU AND CHARLOTTE AHHHH. I hate how this is phrased but the respect I have for Hitler?? YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THAT IS TO TYPE?? Kitazuka is cool tho, I really like him. Some god given talent. I’m hard simping over him but I really hope we get to know more about him later.

Getting smug mona vibes, I love this.

AHHH IVE NEVER FELT THIS UPSET OVER AN APPLEEEE. I’M ACTUALLY UPSET. IF HE DIES IM ACTUALLY GOING TO CRY MY HEART OUT.

THE FAMOUS SLAP

I’M SORRY WHA- SLENDERMAN?

Oh..wow. Okay, be still my heart. When I first saw her I thought she was really pretty but now I’m absolutely smitten. God damn, can I please have some more crumbs on these characters before they die;;

AHHH SAME GIRL FUCKING SAME????? I adore these small panels and translator notes. It’s a real breather after the sad 3am hours talk these characters go through.

Yagyuu. Jesus christ. WHY ARE ALL THE DEATH SCENES IN THIS MANGA ACTUALLY SO PRETTY AND STABS ME IN THE HEART??? that’s it. goodbye. im fucking out. im actually so upset rn. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?

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In conclusion, and I should probably re-read what the characters say and not go off on memory because I’m about to get really deep. I really like how they phrased why they wanted to stop the branch of sin. That there are people just like Toya and Haito who, if they never found the branch of sin, could still probably lead respectable and okay lives. That there was a “them” in another universe that didn’t go down that road and that they want to be in the same universe as “them”. I know this sounds really confusing if you haven’t read the manga but going back to what I said about the parallel universe stuff.

There was a universe where Toya and Haito didn’t rely on the branch of sin, that even without their talents from becoming a returner, they could still live a happy life given their own personalities and attitudes. It was kinda moving since in the beginning, Toya wanted a talent so badly and now that he has one. He’s realizing that wait, I don’t need a past life talent in order to live. Honestly, I hard relate to that because I totally agree with him. If you have a talent you can probably live a very happy and comfortable life that other factors wouldn’t matter if you just have that incredible talent. Thinking of it as a painter or artist, if you had actual god-given talent you wouldn’t need to worry about other factors since people would naturally seek that talent. So you end up comparing yourself to others and setting that limit on yourself.

But that’s okay, it’s completely natural and I’m not saying it’s horrible if you do this. Fuck, I do this all the time. I’m not saying the manga is changing my life but it’s kind of refreshing that it get’s talked about since other adaptations of this just make the character super OP. I understand wanting to have that incredible talent, fuck who doesn’t? but you don’t need it in order to live earnestly in the bigger picture sense. Not everything you do has to be productive and honestly, learning to be okay with having fun is nice. Just being okay with who you are right now, even if it isn’t perfect in your eyes, you still have time to build upon yourself and your own talents but doing it for yourself.

But I probably missed the point and I’m going way to deep haha. But I really enjoyed reading this and thank you once again to okita anon for the recommendation^^ I always love everything you send me and I’ll start reading the next one. If anyone else has any recommendations let me know!

#WOW WHAT A FUCKING TRAIN RIDE #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #ALRIGHT TIME TO GO CRY MY HEART OUT #JESUS THIS ACTUALLY SO BEAUTIFUL???#PLEAE PLEASE PLEASE READ IT #IK THE BEGINNING MIGHT SEEM A BIT WEIRD WITH SO MUCH INFORMATION THROWN AT YOU BUT DO IT #IT GETS SOOOO GOOD LATER #ITS GETTING SO GOOD RN BUT I NEED TO WAIT FOR UPDATES #OKITA ANON YOU ARE SUCH AN MVP FUCK I LOVE IT #BUT YOURE ALSO KILLING ME #super duper fucking i love you i actually love you mwha #okita anon #lovely anon #anon ask #reincarnation no kaben

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maxdark158 · 5 years

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PART TWO OF BEING INSPIRED AND WRITING ANYWAY

PLEASE check out the amazing @ozmav my friend!! AMAZING!!

Characters are probably OOC because MLB is a kids show and you guys liked stressed and cursing Damian so I kept that going even though it’s probably OOC

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

oooOOOooo

Damian tried to ignore his phone after checking it for the thirteenth time. But who was counting?

He was, actually. Because it seems the stupid worry feeling will never fucking go away! It took root, and it’s only growing. Damian wondered if drinking weedkiller works on emotions. The bitches.

He wasn’t even that worried initially! Sure, he wanted his An- Marinette to text him when she got to the hotel, but that was just… a friend thing. It’s what friends ask! And they were friends.

Damian wasn’t worried on the car ride to the manor, he had only checked his phone once then. When his father questioned him about The Riddler incident, he was thoroughly distracted and didn’t check at all. After he left the room he checked twice in one minute just to make sure he didn’t miss anything in the first check.

He checked sparsely while training briefly, adding up to eight… okay, maybe not so sparsely. But at this point the awful god damn plant had grown a mouth and it was gnawing on his sanity, bugging him every moment of peace he had.

Damian was getting really fucking sick of this whole worry business. It was awful! Why did Grayson partake in it for so many years? Why did anyone?

He was beginning to understand his classmates’ sense of humor now. But “I want to ka-shoot myself,” was not as funny as they thought it was.

Damian was so busy thinking about worrying and getting more worried – the fucking circle of life – that when he checked his phone for the fourteenth time, he realized he missed a message from Marinette.

Angel: I’m at the hotel now.

Thank fuck. Damian banished all the worry from his mind – leave, motherfucker – and typed out a response.

Damian: That’s good

Damian: Did you get in trouble?

Wait fuck the worry wasn’t gone. He wanted to smack the phone against his head. Or break his thumbs for typing that without his permission.

Angel: Professor Mendeleiev must’ve been tired or something.

Angel: She didn’t leacture

Damian bit his lip. Marinette needed to work on her English.

Angel: Lecture?

Damian: *lecture

Angel: Quiet, English is hard

He could fucking understand that! It may have been long ago but Damian had to learn once too, ya know.

Damian: Understandable.

Damian: In my original question I meant any of your classmates btw

Holy fucking shit his thumbs would be cut off by sunlight he swears to all the justice league members-

Angel: btw?

Angel: Oh by the way

Damian: yeah

Angel: I’m good at text slang in French, okay

Damian: I don’t doubt you

He really didn’t. Marinette seemed intelligent if The Riddler incident had anything to say about it.

Angel: Anyway Alya tried to bother me but I’m good now

He frowned. Alya? She hadn't told him about her.

Angel: Professor Mendeleiev told her off for bothering me after my ‘traumatic’ encounter with a Gotham villain

Damian: Speaking of, are you SURE you’re alright Angel

Damian sighed, letting his head drop. Okay, fucking fine he was still fucking worried and he hated it. His thumbs weren’t to blame, his fucking emotions were.

He pulled up Google to look up liquid weedkiller when his Ang- Marinette texted back.

Angel: I’m fine

Angel: I’ve survived akuma for three years, I’m not about to let some riddle fanatic with terrible clothing choices ruin my day

Damian: His clothes are that bad?

Good, subject change. Maybe he can stop fucking worrying.

Angel: Too much green, for one

Angel: Green shouldn’t be used in large portions when it’s that bright of a shade

Angel: Also the cloth itself was cheap, but the kind of cheap meant to look expensive if you don’t know cloth good

Damian frowned. That was so fucking obvious. Surely she didn’t actually make that mistake…

Damian: *well

Angel: Whatever

Angel: Also his hat didn’t match the type of suit he was wearing

Angel: If he wants to go old fashioned he should at least match the time period

Angel: Longer coat, more layers

Angel: He is an atrocity

Her comments were appreciable though. He could see where she came from.

Damian: he is

Angel: If I had time to cry then my tears would had been blood

Damian: *have

Damian grinned. If Marinette didn’t want her fucking grammar fixed she should learn how to spell in English.

A different motherfucking bitch of an emotion appeared at that thought. He didn’t like that one either. It made him feel bad for being mean.

Angel: istg

Damian: It appears you’re learning

Angel: Yepp

Damian: Also the Gotham news posted an article online about you

Might as well bite the bullet, right?

Damian: “Unnamed Teenager From France Holds off The Riddler Until Batman Arrives!”

Angel: Wait what?

Angel: But we both held him off?

Damian: I was kind of useless, you did most of the work

God damn it! Damian thought he told that emotion to get the fuck out! He was fucking Robin he isn’t useless, he just happened to not be needed at that exact moment.

Damian: I left shortly after you solved his riddle because the Robins had arrived

He grumbled to himself. He hated emotions. It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever felt them before, but they were easier to ignore. This girl made them hard to ignore, and Damian wasn’t sure why.

He did know that he fucking hated it.

After a moment, he realized h- Marinette hadn’t replied for a few minutes.

Damian: You there?

Angel: Yeah. I was just reading the article

Good. He didn’t want anything to happen- motherfucking dammit.

Angel: The Riddler was bad at hand to hand combat. It was easy to take him down with the practice I have from Paris

Damian: I bet.

He saw the time on his phone. Marinette had more field trip stuff tomorrow morning, right? Shouldn’t she get to bed?

Damian: It’s getting late, Angel. We should go to bed.

Damian: Goodnight

Angel: Goodnight

Angel: Also I’ll find a chat name for you soon, promise

Damian’s smile felt weird on his face but unlike the god damn worry and fucking other emotions, he didn’t hate the feeling of it.

After replying, he prepared to get dressed for his patrol as Robin.

oooOOOooo

“Sooo, Robin,” Drake dropped down next to him. “Want to share why you were at that ice cream parlor with that pigtailed French girl?”

“Fuck off,” is Damian’s extremely eloquent response. He can say it in many different languages.

“Wait, Demon Spawn has a girlfriend?” fucking Todd over the fucking comms in his fucking awful Red Hood suit. At least his current helmet didn’t have the fucking lips.

“No, I don’t-“

“I’m trying to figure that out, Red Hood, so would you kindly butt out of the conversation.”

“Of course Red Robin, good luck getting anything out of him though.”

“I don’t have a fucking girlfriend you numbskulls,” Damian hissed through the comms.

“Wait what’s this about a girlfriend, Robin?” Grayson’s overexcited cheerleader voice screamed. Damian wanted to rip out his eardrums.

“Red Robin, I thought I instructed you to leave him alone about this,” finally, his father, for once being a fucking voice of reason, speaks on the comms.

“Bruce you said I should wait until he admits to having a girlfriend,” Drake sounded too smug, Damian wanted to cut it off his masked face. “We know that isn’t going to happen.”

“I hate this fucking family,” Damian hissed.

oooOOOooo

Marinette hadn’t missed her field trip this time. Or had she? Maybe she slept in really fucking late. Damian didn’t know. He didn’t know what her sleeping schedule was like.

She could have also been captured or killed. Those were not fun thoughts. The fucking worry was back, like a virus. Damian anxiously awaited his weedkiller.

She likely wasn’t kidnapped or dead. His father would have known by now and would have told him. He hopes. If his father didn’t tell him he’s a fucking asshole.

“Master Damian.”

“Yes?” he turned around to face Alfred, grateful to be away from the god damn brain-eating plant in his head.

“I simply wanted to prevent you from walking into that wall,” Alfred gestured behind Damian.

He glanced and – yep. Fucking hell. He almost walked into a wall because of the god damn weed of an emotion forcibly taking his mind hostage.

He was having a grand ol’ time.

“Perhaps you would like to go for a drive?” Alfred asked, a single brow raised.

Damian hesitated. “Alright. Where do you want to go?”

“We can figure it out in the car, Master Damian.” Alfred went to grab the keys and his shoes. Damian checked on when his weedkiller would arrive.

A week.

Fucking fuck fuck.

He should have paid for one-hour shipping.

“Are you ready to go, Master Damian?”

“Yes.”

Alfred didn’t try to talk to him during the drive, for which Damian was grateful though. He hated this emotion thing, and people forcing him to talk made it so much worse.

His phone buzzed. Damian pulled it out and checked it.

Angel: Kill me now

His eyes widened. What happened? Is she okay? Did someone- god fucking motherfucking dammit bitch.

Damian: What’s wrong?

Stupid god damn worry.

Angel: We have to all get lunch as a class before I’m free

Angel: I’m in the group with Liar Rossi

Damian raised a brow. Marinette hadn’t told him much about this girl in her class, but he knew she lied and nobody but Marinette knew she lied.

He didn’t like her.

Angel: Death would be sweatier

Damian: *sweeter

Angel: Rude

Damian: Anyway

Damian: You can’t die yet

Damian: We still technically didn’t get ice cream

Absolutely wonderful excuse you fucking asswhipe. Damian should be a politician with that reasoning.

He looked around, recognizing the streets. They were a bit weird from the actual street instead of the rooftops, but-

Damian: Also you’re at the Gotham City Heroes and Villains Museum right?

Angel: Yes I am

Damian fought to keep the smi- self-satisfied smirk off his face. Bingo.

Damian: I’m nearby

Damian: I can pick you up for lunch

Angel: OMG really? Please do I’d really really like that

Damian: omw

“Alfred,” Damian leaned up toward the front seat. “Head to the Gotham City Heroes and Villains Museum? I’d like to pick someone up.”

“Of course Master Damian,” Alfred’s tone didn’t betray anything about his thoughts, but for some reason that was calming to him.

The car drive to the museum was fairly short, if Damian was honest. They were only a few minutes away to begin with anyway.

When they arrived, Damian saw a redhaired girl with glasses yelling at his An- Marinette. At Marinette. He couldn’t hear what Marinette had said, but it must have been good. The red-haired girl’s jaw fucking dropped. The people behind her looked fucking dead.

Priceless.

Marinette saw him and he waved. Alfred unlocked the door, and Marinette got in. She didn’t look back at her classmates' faces as Alfred drove away.

Shit. Something must have happened. He wasn’t good with emotions though, after all he ordered weedkiller to see if he could get rid of fucking worry.

So, Damian Wayne did what any Wayne would do when faced with emotions.

Ignore them.

“Where would you like to eat, Angel?” Damian asked.

Shit, fuck, too insensitive.

Marinette shrugged. “I’m not sure, I don’t know what’s here.”

She sounded so goddamn miserable-

Damian frowned. “Angel, you okay?”

Fucking shit, stupid mouth. Learn the fucking rules. He should be banned from fucking talking.

“I’m okay,” she mumbled. “I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

Damian wanted to press the issue but decided against it. If he was happy when Alfred didn’t make him talk feelings, maybe Marinette would be too.

He was a friend first – wait first before what, exactly?

“Alfred, can you take us to the nearest,” he glanced at Marinette. “four-star restaurant?”

“As you wish Master Damian.”

He hoped Marinette didn’t feel out of place, but he wanted to lift her spirits. She deserved to smile – that was a weird fucking sentence what the fuck?

Damian is pretty sure he’s losing his marbles.

“I know,” Marinette suddenly blurted out. “I know you’re Damian Wayne.”

Fucking fuck fuck.

Shit. She’s probably pissed he didn’t tell her-

“I just want you to know that doesn’t change anything. You’re still my friend, and I don’t care who your dad is and who you are.”

Damian gaped at her for a moment before shaking his head. He should have fucking told her, he’s an ass. “I’m sorry you had to find out on your own. I should have told you-”

Marinette interrupted, “you didn’t have to. You don’t owe me that.”

He was confused. What?

She didn’t want to know who he was right off the bat? She was okay with that secret?

“As a stranger or even a friend, you don’t owe me any details about who you are. Ever,” Marinette told him. “You’re allowed to keep secrets and not tell me things you aren’t comfortable sharing. It isn’t fair of me to demand you tell me everything.”

Holy fucking shit.

This… this woman…

“Thank you,” he said earnestly. “I… nobody’s ever said secrets are okay…”

Marinette shrugged. “I can’t help if I feel left out, but forcing you to tell me everything isn’t how friendship is supposed to work. If you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay.”

Damian’s smile was small, and it felt a bit out of place on his face. He couldn’t find it within himself to care.

“Perhaps instead of a restaurant, I can take you both to the mansion for your lunch?” Alfred, the god damn traitor, suggested.

He wanted to say ‘have you lost your god damn marbles, Alfred?’ but he didn’t.

Instead, he said, “You sure Alfred?” like a fucking loser.

Marinette glanced at him. “You don’t have to if you aren’t comforta-”

“No, it’s not that,” he assured. Why would she think he was uncomfortable? His brothers were menaces, but he was used to them! Marinette, however... “My brothers can be… rambunctious.”

Drake and Todd were going to have a fucking field day, especially after what they pulled last night over the comms. He was lucky Grayson was working today. But those two motherfuckers…

Marinette smiled. “I can handle them if that’s the only reason you’re nervous.”

Damian thought for a moment.

Fucking fuck fuck.

He hoped she could. Because if they caused her any unnecessary harm or discomfort he would murder their asses.

With pleasure too.

But one look told Damian that he wouldn’t need to. This girl was going to be the death of him. He hoped the weedkiller was miraculously early.

He sighed. “Alfred, please talk us to the mansion.”

“My pleasure, Master Damian.”

Fucking fuck fuck.

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softstraykidsimagines · 6 years

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Boyfriend!Felix Stray Kids

OH BOY

Felix.

The meme himself

The creator of Changpil

I know right here and now this is going to end me

Let’s get started!

His crush on you is so bloody obvious

He’s not the subtle type

That’s not to say he isn’t hella shy with you tho

No no

He’s gonna tease you to no end istg

But he’ll always end up reassuring you that he doesn’t mean it at all and how special you truly are

Just RaNDoMly likes to crush you in a hug

Quoting the meme “that’s my best friend that’s my best friend!!””

Ye he’s very energetic with you

He’s never

NEVER

Going to stop talking around you

Unless he gets flustered with you

And then he’ll sit verrrrry still

Hands on his lap

With his lips pressed together

And owl eyes

0_0

You don’t really get why he does it

It’s cute tho

What you don’t realize is that he’s fighting with every fiber of his being to not scream and dance around because

Holy shit

He’s head over heels for you

He’s gonna try to confess romantically

Pfft like that’s gonna work out

Gonna try to take you to your favorite takeout restaurant and buy your favorite food

And he’s gonna try to stay calm

He doesn’t stay calm

He’ll suddenly blurt everything in one go:

“Soireallylikeyouandivelikedyouforasuperlongtimesoiwashopingwecouldhangoutasmorethanjustfriendssometime???!!!!!”

Basically shouted

And you’re sitting in front of him SH00K AF because

1) he confessed so suddenly

2) he did just basically yell in your face

Needless to say you’re a little lost

And poor Felix

He just looks at you horrified, apologizes for shouting and kinda looks in every direction as if waiting for someone to come rescue him

But he doesn’t get up

And finally lowers his head

“Sorry I was an idiot there…. I panicked…? I don’t know how to think staight with you”

And you’re about to get teary-eyed because BOI THAT WAS SO SINCERE

“I really like you too, Felix” you say beaming

He’s gonna look at you with the happiest smile ever omg

The same expression he had when JYP said they were debuting as 9 that expression gives me life tbh

So there we go! You guys go on a first date and it’s a sealed deal from there!

Dates with Felix

How to put it?

Chaotic? Ye that’s the word

Improvised, chaotic, fun, amazing dates

You’re ready to collapse at the end of it lol

Especially loves to go to archades or a laser tag I LOVE LASER TAG AND I WANT TO PLAY LASER TAG WITH FELIX DAMMIT *ahem* excuse me

Can you imagine running around in a dark room playing against another huge team

Which Felix is in

You don’t really know-how you both ended up on different teams smh

And you round a corner to see him facing you with the slyest of smiles

“Hey y/n! Look, I’ve got a gun!!” And proceeds to shoot you

Earning a yell of anger from you as he runs away laughing his ass off

Isn’t shy about skinship

Holds your hand without hesitation

But if you peck him on the cheek without warning

He’s gonna have a red face

And he’ll slowly melt into a puddle of goo in your hands

Ye he’s soft

Your first kiss is from a dare I bet

“You need to beat me at this game or I get a kiss”

“But you’re really good at this game and I suck!!”

“Exactly! Now let’s play”

He wins but you refuse to kiss him

“I never agreed to your terms, mister”

He pouts like a puppy but you don’t back down

“Fine then” he sulks “I’ll play it your way” and he snatches your food

Crisps, gummy sweets or a churro, he’s gonna take it and run off with it

“HOW. DARE. YOU STEAL MY FOOD! GET BACK HERE” you run after him, and you both get looks from passing people they judgin you hard

You finally catch up to him, huffing and puffing “give it back, dork”

He jumps around refusing to give your food back

You’ve lost all patience by now

You’re practically steaming when you finally growl “give it back you son of a b—“

He kissed you right on the lips, interrupting you

When you part he’s gonna let out a little scream

“I’m sorry I surprised you! That wasn’t at all planned! Can we rewind and start over??”

And then he’ll run away again, panicking.

With your food.

“FELIX ITS FINE JUST GIVE ME BACK MY DAMN SNACK”

Hehe you better wear ear defenders when you meet the rest of SK

They’re gonna scream 10x louder than ever when they see you

Congratulating Felix, warning you not to tell him where you hide your food etc

You know, Stray Kids stuff :)

“Y/n, can you teach us how you keep him under control?” -Hyunjin

“That would be useful but no one can control that hurricane of a kid” -Chan

“Feel free to hit him if he gets too annoying” -Jisung, as felix tries to wrestle him into the ground

“I hope you’re the right one for him, y/n” says Changbin. “He’s a good person, so don’t hurt him; or you’ll have to deal with me” it highkey sounds like a threat, hello Changlix

You two are the couple that don’t know wtf they’re doing half the time

You’re just having the time of your lives being together

Both of you will be lost if the other gets sick

“Is it a cold? Flu? What can I do to help?? And I might need help in helping you...” -either one of you

After many failed attempts at trying to make food or find the right medicine, you’ll just fall asleep on each other, completely exhausted

Felix can get insecure about his elimination in the 9th cries in 4 different languages

And sometimes will work himself to the bone

If you try to stop him he’ll get really defensive

He’ll push you away

“You don’t understand! You can’t understand! How can you?! I need to get this perfect or... or.....”

He realizes what he said and that it must have hurt you

Even if you keep a plain face and a steady voice, he’ll know that it hurts you

He’ll just break down in tears

“I’m sorry *sniff* I can’t even talk to you properly.... I want to get this right, I want to prove that I deserve to be in Stray Kids....”

You’re crying as hard as he is

Because his pain is yours as well

You hug him tightly, listing all the amazing things he can do

And all the things you love about him

And you’ll repeat over and over how much he does deserve to be in Stray Kids

And that will calm him down

NO MORE ANGST IM CRYING DONT LOOK AT ME

He loves teaching you dances

Not just dances that SK have done, but dances he’s done before moving to Korea

Will actually interrupt you if you try to tell him that you can’t dance

“You can. Because I’m teaching you. And i say you can dance. So you can dance.”

Veeeerrry stubborn

Tried to teach you to beat box like him

It doesn’t work

Sometimes asks for help when he’s learning something new in Korean

Even if you suck at speaking it he’ll enjoy trying to learn with you

Isn’t the texting type

He’ll call/FaceTime you when he knows you’re free and when he wants to update you in the day

Is the type to yell your name as soon as you pick up

And you reciprocate by yelling his name

If you’re in a place where you won’t draw too much attention to yourself

You both send your fav memes

Or quote them lmao

He loves quoting hella old things the other members have said and melts when you start saying them too

It drives SK up the wall RIP

You two are in charge of cooking 2-3 nights a week for the boys

Neither of you know why Chan was so ruddy insistant on it

But meh you just roll with it

If you have to cut onions, you’re both gonna start singing Seventeen’s ‘Don’t Wanna Cry’

The cooking days can be either a complete success

Or a total disaster

There is no in between

At all.

But most of the time you guys make a decent meal to feed 8 other hungry children artists so everyone’s happy

This boy is nervous as fuck to meet your family

At first he tries to back out of it

“Ah ye, I think I’ll be sick on that day?”

“What?”

“I MEAN I MIGHT HAVE AN APPOINTMENT”

He sucks at lying

But he actually gets his shit together when you meet up

Good clothes, perfect hair I mean he has perfect hair anyway sooo

And he’s super smiley

He’s obviously tense

To you anyway

But your fam don’t seem to pick up on his nervousness

And the day goes by smoothly, and Felix finally relaxes

He’s gonna flip his shit when you ask to come with him next time he goes to Australia

He’s gonna start planning it immediately

If his family don’t beat him to it and visit in Korea that is....

Then he stops functioning

Amazing s/o + family = happiest boy on the planet

And you’re relatively chilled about meeting him parents

And they are SO SWEET

You get along so freaking well with his sisters and he lowkey becomes jealous

It’s just the most amazing thing for both of you ever

In the evenings after practice Felix loves to just drift off while you two talk

From what you did in the day to a random anecdote from a decade ago

He enjoys the peace of it until he falls asleep

Will collapse with happiness if you wear his hoodies

“ITS LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU”

“Felix are you seriously crying right now?”

“I’m just so stupidly lucky”

Definitely not gonna say ‘I love you’ on purpose

100% an accident

He’s gonna say it when he’s half asleep, probs won’t even realize that he’s said it until you react

“Man, I must dead-ass be the luckiest person on Earth to have someone as amazing as you” he rambles. “I love you so much and I just want to tell the world that I do....”

Leaving you SH00K to the core

“YOU WOT MATE?”

If you say it first he’s gonna cry

Don’t @ me I know he’s gonna cry

He's probs stolen your food again

And he’s lowkey being a twat

“If you had to choose your fav food or me, what would you choose?”

“Seriously? The food, duh”

“DUDE WHAT? Alright then! I’ll just leave” you drag him back by his arm

“Noooooo don’t leave I don’t want you to gooooo”

“Why not?”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU DAMMIT, WHY ELSE YOU IDIOT”

He’d do that thing again

0_0

“Oh my god, Felix I’m sorry it just slipped out”

“...”

“Felix?”

“I LOVE YOU TOO” he screams

Once again leaving you SH00K

And he’ll crush you in the biggest hug ever

IM SO SOFT HALP MEH

When SK are away

Ngl, I would pray for them

Felix is a whiney baby without you

Can even be in a grumpy mood

FaceTimes you in the evenings

His or your evenings, depending on the time zone

And you two will talk quietly until one of you falls asleep

It’s insanely adorable

Will actually start dancing in the airport before seeing you because he’s so bloody excited

And the rest of the boys disown him

“Who’s that, dancing? He looks like a pigeon” -Woojin

“Dunno, never seen him before in my life” -Minho

Earning a protest from Felix

Your ears will fall off when he finally sees you

“OHMYGODY/NYOU’REHEREI’VEMISSEDYOUSOMUCHI’MSOGLADTOSEEYOUAGAIN”

“FELIX SHUT UP YOU’RE RAMBLING AGAIN”

“WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING?”

Changbin butts in “I DON’T KNOW SO SHUT THE FUCK UP”

He’ll go public about your relationship anytime after a year

In the least flattering way for you

He’s definitely the guy who pretends to take a photo and ends up taking a video smh

You’re both smiling at the camera and he’s not taking it

“Hurry up, man, my cheekbones are getting sore”

No response from him

You immediately catch on what he was doing

“Omg I can’t believe you!!!”

As he laughs like an idiot

Will still make sure you’re ok with him posting it tho

And when he does

TheInternetHasShutDown.jpg

You guys will break the internet

There’s not a single person of consequence who doesn’t love you two

It’s absolutely amazing

A/N: PHEW! This adorable nugget coming to wreck all your bias lists lmao

Hope enjoy reading! Later :D

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