obsessed with a she man

This season has been great, but something about it just isn’t my specific cup of tea. And then I realized what it is was. 

There have been no moments as truly uplifting as when Zach Rance nominated Nicole and Cristine, and he said that if you looked up floater in the dictionary there would be a picture of Cristine and Jenn City holding hands, and proceeded to call Nicole a froot loop dingus. And to make it even better, Nicole fucking cried afterwards. 

I will probably never experience something so chaotic and pure like that ever again, but at the very least, my children should. 

Another thing I really, really, really loved about the Wonder Woman movie was Dr. Poison.

Like for some reason, when it comes to female villains, a lot of people try to make them all sexy and they didn’t do that here. They also don’t make her motivation a man. She obviously has some obsession with a gas and killing. That is what drives her. Sure, they hint that she and Ludendorff had a thing but it doesn’t take up anytime. So kudos to the director for having a female villain who isn’t sexualized and making her main motivation be a man.

Would You Be So Kind

I want to dedicate this fic to @nerdyadventures , who also beta this fic. You were with me for almost the beginning of the story and there is no way this would be the story it is today without your support, I don’t have words to tell you how thankful I am for you and I’m sorry this story haunted you even in your dreams. For @ltrumbley@bananannabeth @keekal and @artemisrae too, you guys helped me so much even if you didn’t realize it. Y por ultimo para @vithcytries eres una campeona y te agradezco tanto por cuidar mi espalda.

For the PJO/HOO Big Bang 2017.


I’m pathetic’ Annabeth thought while she clicked on the next picture, ‘very, very pathetic.’ It was a Saturday night, her roommates were out in some club having the time of their lives and what was she doing? Sitting on her bed stalking her crush on Instagram. To make things worse her crush was also her best friend for over ten years, her brain yelled at her to leave her phone but she clicked on another picture, it was of her and Percy on Montauk, his arm was around her waist and she was wearing his snapback, they both were grinning at each other and they looked so…couply. Her heart squeezed in pain. She looked at the date and tried not to groan, the picture had been posted 145 weeks ago. When did she go so deep into his page? Well, being fair, he didn’t post that often and most of the time it was random pictures and barely pictures of him unless he was with his friends (her heart did a whole routine when she realized he had more pictures with her than with anyone else)

Annabeth threw the phone on her bed. She should have gone out with Piper and Hazel but she wasn’t really feeling it, she wasn’t feeling like doing anything. Work had been brutal that week, her bosses had overworked her, leaving Annabeth laying on her bed wondering if it was worth it walking to the kitchen for a glass of wine or going back to stalk Percy’s pictures? She was sure he had a few of shirtless ones…The sound of the doorbell made her jump, she wasn’t expecting anyone and Piper and Hazel had their own keys. She did a quick check of her clothes, an oversized gray sweater, and some old constellation pj’s pants, she looked as presentable as she could be.

With one last groan, she left the room, putting her hair up in a bun. “Who is it?”

“The love of your life.” Annabeth recognized the voice, a smile forming on her lips.

“Is it you pizza? Have you finally come to elope with me?” A familiar laughter came from the door just as Annabeth was reaching to open it, revealing the man whose pictures she was obsessing over a few minutes ago.

“Unfortunately it’s Chinese not pizza,” Percy said with a smile that melted her, he looked good, too good for someone who just came out of work and was stuck on a long train ride to Brooklyn, it should be illegal to look effortlessly good. “But I hope you can still take me.”

Annabeth sighed dramatically. “I guess I can make an exception for tonight,” She took the bags from his hands and walked back inside, Percy following her. “And what do I have the honor of your lovely visit tonight?”

“I missed my best friend, isn’t that enough of a reason to come here unannounced?” He walked to the kitchen and started pulling plates from the cabinets. “Piper and Hazel aren’t home?”

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I just saw a tweet that said, “I’ve lived to see my childhood princesses become generals,” and that neatly captures much of the bankruptcy and inconsistency of our postmodern imagination. 

1) Princesses typically outrank generals. If “power” is the most important metric for you in a female character, then why would you prefer generals? I think both roles can be interesting choices for female characters; I think it’s weird (and telling) that the former is scorned and the latter revered.

2) It’s really fascinating to me that, in an age that reviles imperialism and questions war, “general” is lauded over “princess” - especially given what a key role princesses and queens play in making peace.

3) “General” is a traditionally male role (edit: not in the exclusive way that “princess” is female) and “princess” obviously a female one. If we’re arguing that “general” is objectively better than “princess” for women, then that means we measure a woman’s worth and talents on how much of a man she can be. This weird obsession with seeing women as generals just reaffirms the uncomfortable truth that we applaud women for abdicating their femininity. 

Anything that looks like domesticity, and/or any position with nuanced, subtle power is seen as utterly worthless. 

Let’s reimagine that sentence. 

“I’ve lived to see my childhood superheroes become tax collectors.” 
“I’ve lived to see my childhood supervillains become mid-level managers.”

How boring and shallow must one’s view of art and the human person be to think that “general” is more powerful, or even more interesting, than “princess”?

MICHELLE BLATANTLY CHECKING PETE OUT

Alright, so, @cinnamon-toast-cronch and I made a few headcanons about Michelle checking Peter out, because we all know she does it. Like who wouldn’t?

  • Alright, so
  • even before the two of them got together, Michelle always appreciated Peter’s physique
  • even before the spider-bite, he wasn’t that bad
  • like sure he was skinny and shit, but he was still pretty attractive
  • anyway
  • after the trip to Oscorp, my boi gained like 40 pounds of muscle in a few days
  • most people didn’t notice because of his sweaters and shit
  • but MJ did
  • because she’s observant definitely not because she’s obsessed with him
  • also she knows that he is Spider-Man, but that’s beside the point
  • anyway
  • she’s in P.E. one day, reading a book
  • or at least, she WAS reading a book, before she noticed Him™
  • doing pull ups
  • like 30 a minute what the shit parker, are u trying to keep ur secret identity or nah?
  • he was all sweaty and stuff bc of some spider-man business before that
  • and boi
  • the shirt is clinging to him, literally clinging
  • she knew he was well defined and stuff, he has to be to be Spider-Man
  • (+ she saw him in his suit)
  • but like
  • she is SHOOK
  • BECAUSE THE BOY IS SHREDDED
  • she can literally see the veins on his abs even from that distance
  • like she is pretty sure he can crack a walnut between those abs
  • Captain America Level Abs™
  • he stops mid pull-up and looks at her
  • like HOW CAN U STOP MID PULL-UP
  • she quickly averts her gaze
  • when she looks at him two minutes later, he is doing sit-ups with Ned
  • after that day, it becomes a daily occurrence in every P.E. class
  • he works out and she checks him out without shame
  • once they start dating tho
  • she buys him like five t-shirts (with lame puns) for his birthday
  • surprise surprise, all of them are a size too small
  • the shirts are tight on his shoulders and chest
  • and his abs are blatantly visible to everyone
  • and MJ loves it
  • Loves It™
  • except for the part that other girls (and guys [read: Flash]) check him out
  • cue to death glare and a Territorial Michelle™
  • anyway
  • when they cuddle tho shirtless, and she has her head in the crook of his neck
  • she traces his abs with her fingers, gently scratching and caressing them
  • and remember, this kid can lift a goddamn bus with his bare hands
  • but he turns to putty when she does that
  • like his stomach quivers and goosebumps erupt whenever she touches him like that
  • and she loves it, that she has this kind of effect on him
  • because he affects her just the same
  • and what happens afterwards, well, that’s not very PG

Okay, this is a complete mess, and it’s my first time writing headcanons like that, so I apologize. Anyway, I promised to tag @spideychelle-romanogers and @fangirl-and-her-ships

anonymous asked:

whaddup can I have a jhope FUCKBOI au w number 31 pls and thank u sugartits

idk why you went on anon mate i know it’s you @freehoseoksdick hope you like it lad and stop calling me sugartits 

31. “I’m trying to flirt with you.” 

WORD COUNT: 1,738

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Lady in Red

One of my favorite female characters (besides my precious ray of sunshine Lizzy) would have to be Madam Red. This is a woman who broke social barriers, became a doctor, literally transformed herself into a bona fide society diva and yet. All these achievements were mired in her own insecurity and self-loathing. She became a doctor so she could find a cure for Rachel’s various illnesses and while some might say this is as pure and altruistic a reason as they come, I think it’s the exact opposite. Ann was always insecure—even as a child—and envied her sister’s beautiful auburn-gold hair, her beauty, grace, and wit and how she was probably the focus of their parents attention, due to her being constantly sick. Ann’s decision to become a doctor was twofold—one to genuinely help her sister and two, to “fix” Rachel so maybe she herself could get some attention every once in a while.  

Ann also became the glorious, flirtatious Madam Red we know and love because she thought Madam Red might be the sort of woman Vincent Phantomhive would love. This is fatalistic attraction at its finest—unhealthy, improbable, insane, and so beautifully addictive to reflect upon. Madam Red used all her ingenuity and wit to overcome (or pretend to overcome) her shyness, insecurity, and weaknesses all for the love of a man—and not just any man, the man who’s betrothed to marry her own dear sister. How could you not be intrigued by Madam Red? She is, by far, one of the most complex and complete characters in all of Black Butler.

Highly aware but also blind; intelligent but also ignorant; loving but also fiercely selfish—Madam Red’s psyche has been battered and bruised and her encounters with Grell warped her fragile sense of morality even further. (It’s fascinating to think just how broken Madam Red became, to the point she began killing other people—whether that was symbolic of the hatred she felt for herself, who knows.) She is the finest example of a tragic heroine who was not a victim. Madam Red fought—she fought all her life: against the stereotypes and prejudices towards women in the 19th century, against discrimination of her own red hair and bookish, introverted personality (women were meant to be sparkling examples of grace and elegance after all), and against the brutal heartbreak of watching her sister get the man she herself was obsessed with. (I hesitate to use the term “love” because, let’s face it—Vincent only paid Ann a single compliment. I have no doubt Ann romanticized him to medieval levels and was in love with the idea of Vincent. But that, in my opinion, just makes her all the more compelling.)

To this day Madam Red is probably one of my favorite fictional characters mainly because she’s someone every person can relate to. The feelings of insecurity, of not belonging, of always being second best…the main difference is, Madam Red’s determination (and obsession) drove her to overcome all this by transforming herself into another person entirely. She modeled her secondary persona on a femme fatale worthy of Vincent Phantomhive—and that, I think, is one of the finest examples of gothic tragedy in Kuroshitsuji.

Mine (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by breakthedisttance

Requested by Anon: “Haii!~♥ Can I request where Reader is like Joker’s girl. Despite being bad-***, he'is really over protective of her (Kinda like yandere, but Reader loves him). Cause of this, Harley gets a lil’ jelly and tries to get Reader dead, but gets caught?”

Warning: Violence, Reader Abuse


Harley’s blue eyes were focused on you as you straddled the Jokers lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you laughed, the smirk on your lips managing to make her even more jealous. He had thrown her aside and she wasn’t handling it well. Throwing herself into a spiral of drunken nights where she wanted nothing more then to go to him and beg him to take her back. It was killing her to see you with him.

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A Battle for Dominance

First of all, I HAD NO FAULT IN THIS, THIS IS ALL @fireemblemxtextposts-realm‘S FAULT…. it all started when we were talking about a Valter x Summoner support submited to @fire-emblem-heroes-supports​ and on how… could people even like that… THAT… GARBAGE MAN… and then I GOT OBSESSED… THEN SHE DARED ME TO WRITE IT… then I did, and… Well, this is it.

This is very sinful and I’m very ashamed to have written it, and yet… I couldn’t stop it. I loved writing this cause it was so against everything I stand up for it was EXHILIRATING… I may or may not have a sequel planned for this, so for now, enjoy this sin, I guess :’D


Part 1 - Part 2


“Princess Sharena! Are you alright?” Kiran yelled from across the field, making her way towards the princess.

Sharena shook her head and used her training spear to get up. “Muh? I’m fine, Kiran, don’t worry so much!” She laughed, scratching the back of her head.

“Oh? Do you have time to laugh, scrawny princess?” Her training opponent smirked and made a follow-up attack on the back of her legs, making her fall on her behind once again.

“Owwww! Hey, no fair! I was distracted!” Sharena winced, letting go of her weapon and massaging her rear. The blue haired man crouched and used the tip of his spear to lift the princess’ chin, making her feel a chill down her spine.

Noticing that in her eyes, Valter tilted his head to the side, “now that’s a much better look on you, Princess.” He let out a low laugh before getting up as Kiran reached them.

“Valter, that’s quite enough! I thought you had agreed on behaving the day we recruited you.” Kiran said, helping Sharena up, both women’s serious gaze on the former general.

He put a lock of hair behind his own ear as he bended down towards the Summoner, scrutinizing her foreign features. “Your so-called contract prevents me from mortally hurting any of your little friends,” he started, his breathing so close Kiran could fell its warmth on her nose, “but there are many ways of making prey out of someone, girl.”

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My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

Word Count: 3K 

The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”

“OK!”

Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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Chibs Imagine

Imagine walking in on Chibs playing dress up with your little girl who has just met him for the first time.

Word Count: 2237

Originally posted by may85

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It had been a hard few week for you and your small family of two. Your little girl, Rosie, knew that something was different about you. She just knew. Their was no explanation because she would never have been able to listen in on your late night phone calls with Chibs because you always checked that she was sound asleep. She certainly wouldn’t know about you going to the clubhouse to spend the night with Fillip when she went to stay at your moms you knew this because you hadn’t even told your mom. But she still knew, and to be quick honest, it freaked you out. Their was no warning, no build up to the question she just asked plain and simple.

“Mom have you got a boyfriend?” You choke on your water as your daughter asks you this. After recovering you turn to look at her a completely confused look.

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Secrets Kill 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)

Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…)

They say innocent flirting never hurt anyone, clearly they were never in your situation. Being apart of the Avengers was everything you had asked for, and more. Getting close with Steve Rogers was an even bigger plus, that little crush you had on him, became something you couldn’t resist anymore. When you decide to admit your feelings for him, your best friend Jessica announces she’s going to ask him out. You can’t stomp on your best friends happiness for your own selfishness. Could you? But what if Steve doesn’t feel the same for her? Can you convince him to play along? Can you box away your own feelings for Steve to let your best friend find some kind of happiness? How bad could this go, you were a trained spy hiding and lying was a key part in your training.

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Young and Menace // Winter Anderson

Originally posted by ayyariana

A/N: LESBIAN WINTER ANDERSON SMUT. THAT IS ALL.
I’m not tagging for this because my regular tags are Evan related so I’m not sure who wants to be tagged and who doesn’t.

Warnings: Smut, language.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to do MadaSaku with the prompt?: You are absolutely gorgeous. No, no, sorry ignore me keep putting the money in the bag you’re doing great.

Sakura knew working part time this late at night was a bad idea, but hey, you do crazy things when you have student loans screaming to be paid.

And crazy things can sometimes lead to near life or death situations apparently.

Watching the familiar blue skinned man hold a knife to her coworkers throat, Sakura had to fight back a sigh, silently wondering just how she’d deal with this later on.

it wasn’t too often you knew one of the people robbing you after all-and she’d know that man anywhere, he was one of her friends after all. Two years friendship and she could spot the shark obsessed man in her sleep- just who was he trying to fool here?

“Sorry for the trouble miss, we just want the money. No one needs to get hurt here.”

And then there was Itachi.

For gods sake, did they think she was an idiot or something? He used to babysit her, Naruto and Sasuke on a regular basis- hell, he’d helped her with her project not a week ago.

And here he was with Kisame and some other people she couldn’t quite place, holding up her coworker, apparently not having noticed her standing in the doorway to the staff room behind them.

“Is there anyone else here tonight?” A new, older voice asked. Her coworker shakily sobbed, not paying attention to him as the man continued to empty the register. “I won’t ask again.”

Sakura sighed once more before coughing loudly, all heads present whipping around to face her in an instant.

“Dude. So not cool. Do I go and shake down your place of work? NO.”

All heads whipped around then, but Sakura’s eyes were glued to the older man at the register, her cheeks flushing slightly as she caught sight of his rather…handsome face.

And looks in general.

God damn it why were all the guys she knew hot? It’s wasn’t fair.

“Oh wow, you’re gorgeous…”

“Pardon me?”

“Huh? OH- oh, no, no, don’t mind me at all. Sorry, ignore me keep putting the money in the bag you’re doing great.”

“Miss-”

“SAKURA! Long time no see, I didn’t know you worked here! What a coincidence…” Oh Kisame, you strangely wonderful man you. Only you could try and make a robbery seem like a get together.

“Kisame, you know this girl?”

“Yeah, yeah Itachi does too. She’s one of Sasuke’s friends- the one Mikoto always tries to get stay over. Ours too, she’s the one who I got to help re-wire the getaway van last month.”

“…” Getaway van?

“Ah I see, nice to meet you Miss Sakura, I’m Sasuke’s uncle. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion, we’ll be on our way shortly.”

Why did this always happen to her?

“I don’t suppose young Sasuke has asked you to join us for dinner next week has he? If not, please feel free to drop by, I know Mikoto would love to see you again.”

Yep, looks like she’d have to quit this job as well. First Naruto ruins her job at the cafe, then Sasuke gets her fired from the library- now this.

“I’m going home.

anonymous asked:

May I ask for a scenario with 2pGermany? Maybe him stalking or being a creep or anything like this?

He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to go watch her…no, he NEEDED to watch her. Constantin knew no one except him approved, but did that really matter? He has every right to watch his future wife go about her business. The way her eyes lit up at the trinkets in the window, the way she looked at herself as she tried on a new dress, it gave him a euphoria high to see her so joyful. Sure, she was just merely window shopping and didn’t purchase anything, but the looks on her face were absolutely priceless in his book. He followed her from store to store, buying anything that caught her eye, not that concerned by the price. There was never too high a price to make his wife happy. Of course, he’d deliver them discretely as usual, he loved to the slight fear in her eye and quickness of her breath when she saw that her “secret admirer” had left something yet again. But she’d never expect it to be him, Constantin, her good friend, to be terrorizing her. But that was his favorite part, that she didn’t know. It was so easy to lure her into a false sense of security, just to see the look on her face when she realized he had been betraying her the whole time, the fear in her eyes as she looked at the man who obsessively stalked and adored her who has finally cornered her. But that day sadly wasn’t upon him yet, he just needed a few more weeks to make sure everything at home was perfect. After all, Constantin would hate to see her expression as anything less than perfect.
[ jsbdjsjs sorry if this sucked, this is my first real writing piece lmao ]

rusuda  asked:

Rusuda here to pick at your brain! If you were going to write a P5 with a female protagonist, what things do you think would change? And what wouldn't change?

Oh I could go on and on about this for days.

So first, I would ask myself the difference between male and female. What does she have that he doesn’t? Female emotions. Sensitivity. Society looking down on you. A pair of boobs.

I would imagine Sojiro being more sympathetic because he can understand Protag-chan, as a woman, would not stand for another woman being sexually assaulted. He probably wouldn’t even believe Protag-chan could hurt a fly. (Look at how delicate she is. Feel her noodle arms!) In that scenario, she would have an immediate supporter (although he’ll probably be very lowkey about it and super worried whenever she’s out late doing who-knows-what.)

On the first day of school, he might even remind her to take her umbrella. She might see Ann, offer to share the umbrella, and completely miss meeting Ryuji and Kamoshida. Of course, Kamoshida’s a dickbag whatever AU he’s in, so he still released the criminal records for Protag-chan. His train of thought is, if he doesn’t like her…well, her reputation is ruined anyway. If he likes her, he’ll try to make her “indebted” to him by “protecting” her from the rumors.

I won’t go into too much detail about how she discovers Palaces and gets Ryuji and Ann to form the Phantom Thieves, but with Kamoshida, it’s inevitable. Anyways, what I really want to change, is for Protag-chan to immediately realize Shido is the asshole who got her arrested when she’s in the buffet with Ryuji. Male Protagonist might have helped that woman for his sense of justice, but Female Protagonist helped that woman because she saw herself in that position, and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. She would want someone to save her if they were in the position to do so! She feels a lot more strongly about this injustice, and I can basically imagine her going “I’ll remember this. I’ll remember your face. Your name. The fucking shade of your glasses…and I’ll chase you down to hell.”

She starts searching up Shido’s name, already enters it into the MetaNav, and gets obsessed over this man because she just. Can’t. Let. A. Grudge. Go. How dare this man be the scumbag of society, almost rape a woman in front of her, and go on preaching about how children are the future of society?! It was unforgivable.

And from there…things spiral out of control. Maybe she meets Akechi earlier because he sees her researching Shido…they play a game of cat and mouse like in game, and team up. Cause…Akechi. You never say no to a woman. I just want him alive so female Protag wouldn’t need to go to jail. Also if I were to make a female fic, I would probably give her a reverse harem with Ryuji, Mishima, and Yusuke. And Iwai. #noshame

Lifetime movies sound like they come off a name generator, cause you get titles like this:

The Perfect Teacher
Stalked at 16
The Man She Met Online
His Obsession 
Catfished 
The Obsessive Roommate 
The Perfect Husband
Kidnapped at 17
The Obsessive Stranger 
The Kidnapping