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angelyuji · 2 years

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peter parker x gender neutral reader

cw // poorly written make out scene, two people that hate each other have to work on a project together trope :)

peter parker infuriated you. no, enraged you. the perfect little teacher’s pet. always a second faster to answer a question. always a ready to one-up you. and the most hair-pulling part was the stupid little smirk he makes when he successfully pushes your buttons.

“who can tell me the answer to this question?” your professor turns and your hand shoots up. you smile, knowing there is no possible way that parker put his hand up before you. plus, you 100% know the answer. you feel giddy, but when you look over across the room. you see that smirk on his face.

“wow, unsurprisingly, parker and (l/n) are the first to raise their hands.” your professor chuckles and a quiet chuckle spreads through your class. “however, mr. parker, you were first. so,” you lower your hand. stewing in rage., you tune out the rest of your professor as stupid peter parker gets the question right. you can feel his smirk burning into your head.

“partners have already been chosen, so no need for arguments. it was all random. aaaand, i think that’s it. as long as your project follows the rubric, you will get an A.” your professor looks half-drunk as he stands in front of everyone. he sits back down, very haphazardly, and lets the projector do the rest of the work. the room fills with “hellos” and “nice to meet yous” as people meet for the first time. you scan for your name and your stomach fills with dread.

(y/n) (l/n) and peter parker

“shit.” you turn and see him making his way over to the professor’s desk. you race to pack up your things.

“that is it for today, projects are due next week on thursday, so no class till then.” your professor calls out as people start leaving. you sprint over to the professor and just in time, parker lines up next to you.

“professor.” “professor!” you both speak simultaneously. you glare at parker and he rolls his eyes. you hear your professor groan and rub his forehead.

“yes, you two.” he responds, tired.

you quickly jump in before parker, “please, can you switch my partner?”

“yeah, professor. it’d be great if you could.” your professor stares at the both of you as parker talks.

“why?” your professor asks, very irritated. the both of you start talking, but he stops you. “nevermind, i don’t care. if you want to stop being partners, that’s fine by me.” you feel an immense amount of relief, “however, you will fail the class.” and just like that, the panic was back. “so, i’d recommend you get along for the sake of your grades.” you start to protest, but seeing the look on his face, you stop. you both apologize and walk out. humiliated, you don’t look at him and try to walk the other way.

“are you leaving without even talking about this project?” parker calls out. you stop. holding back a long sigh, you turn and walk back to him. “we’ll meet at my dorm at 5 and start the project.” he says, looking down at you. you grit your teeth and nod, too pissed to care about the project.

“yeah, that’s fine.” you press your lips into a thin line and walk off.

when you see him again, he’s opening the door to let you in.

“i don’t have a roommate, so you don’t have to be worried about being disturbed.” parker heads back to the table where everything is set up. leaving you standing at his doorway. you feel a strong urge to chuck your backpack at his head. probably sensing your hatred, he turns and raises an eyebrow at you. as you walk over, you see a stack of books ready to be opened. the moment you sit down, parker starts talking.

“so, we can start off by researching on what topic we’ll do. i have a couple ideas, since i went to the library before you to look for some books, but i’m sure-” you roll your eyes at his superiority complex and parker stops. “what.”

“nothing.” you respond, curtly. opting to open one of the books in the stack.

“no, obviously you have some sort of issue, so spit it out.” he grits, ripping the book out of your hands.

“what the fuck?” you exclaim, rather loudly. you try to tug it back, but he doesn’t budge. “what the- fine. i don’t like how you act like you’re better than me.” you poke his chest in indignation. “i don’t like how you feel the need to one-up me in class.” another poke. “i don’t like that stupid.” poke. “fucking.” poke. “smirk.” he grabs your wrist.

“oh like you didn’t start this whole fucking thing, (l/n).” he rolls his eyes, not letting go.

“i did not!”

“did too! i was just participating in class, i wanted to be friends.”

“you came up to me AND BRAGGED ABOUT YOUR GRADES!”

“I WASN’T BRAGGING. I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D TAKE THAT WAY.”

“YOU-“ you lower your voice, but its stilled filled with malice as you continue, “you should’ve watched your fucking tone.”

“well, its not my fault you chose to take it like a dumbass.” he stops.

“a what, parker.” you glare and he glares back.

“fuck you, (y/n).” he growls. he gets up.

“fuck you too, peter.” you spit. you get up. you both stand chest to chest, breathing heavy.

“oh fuck this.”

“what-” peter pulls you into a searing kiss. every ounce of his feelings pour into it and you kiss him back. your eyes flutter closed. his hand lets go of your wrist and to the back of your head, pressing you closer. your hands pull at the collar of his shirt. you bite at his bottom lip, he hisses, and bites right back. you’re both a mess of saliva and anger as you bite and kiss each other. his tongue licks at your lip as it starts to bleed. his hands move from your head to your waist. clutching your sides like a lifeline and your hands move to his hair. you pull his brown hair and he groans. you pull away and you open your eyes to see his lips chase after yours. his face bright red, you hold back a giggle.

“i hate you.” you say, breathlessly. peter’s eyes open to see your soft smile.

“i hate you too.” he smiles.

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atxxzist · 11 months

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pairing: choi san x reader

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a/n: went off the radar 4 a while only to pull 5k out of my ass. pls give me all the constructive criticisms <3

you were glad to have lost him in the crowd, hiding behind the shoulders of people until your ride showed up and took you back to the dorm--though that was probably a mistake on your part.

because when there's a knock at the door, you know it's him.

you also know you shouldn't open it; shouldn't allow him back in because there's no reason to hear him out.

but a part of you, so hurt by what he did--the scene still playing in your head and the image of it just as painful as the first time, it feels like there's a brick sitting on your chest whilst trying to catch your breath--that you just need some kind of consolation, even if it comes in the form of predictable lies and a bigger inevitable heartbreak.

want him to tell you that it was a mistake, that she was the one who threw herself onto him; that he never meant to hurt you... even if it wasn't a mistake and though he didn't mean to hurt you, he wasn't thinking of you.

"what?" you try to sound angry, maybe even a little bored to hide the fact you cried the entire ride here.

he stands tall outside your room but look the smallest you've ever seen him, dark hair falling over his eyes and speaking in a shameful voice, "can i talk to you?"

you sulk at that, a click of your tongue and turning around to go sit at the edge of your bed with arms crossed, as if there could an explanation for why he was all over someone else when you weren't there.

his hands gripping her hips and face in her neck the way only he's allowed to do to you.

"i promise that her and me are just friends," he says, shutting the door behind him and settling down beside you, but you're so upset and hurt, his leg just slightly brushing yours sparking a reaction like never before, you have to scoot over and put on some kind of distance.

“we’re…” he drags his words before finishing it off, “friends.” a smile settling on him after that makes you feel so sick–whether it’s from how attractive he still looks or how the answer brings out so many other questions.

“friends?” you reiterate like you’re in denial.

“yeah, friends.”

“do friends sleep with each other?” kiss each other, visit one another and spew such sweet, blush-inducing words that conjures up butterflies?

“some friends do.”

when you finally spare him a glance, you have to keep from giving in just at the guilt all over his face and that he actually came after you. but you're fast to renounce immediately when you see that dark, stained mark on his neck again staring back like someone hitting the replay button on your misery once more.

then all that comes out are just cold and bitter words said in the most unamused tone, san even thinks you sound sarcastic.

"she's a friend, i'm a friend, what's the difference?"

the harshness stuns him, though, what else did he expect? because even someone sweet and forgiving like you has a breaking point when pushed too far.

"you're not just a friend, y/n. you're--"

"i'm what?"

you await his answer, possibly a lie that will make you feel better and more special compared to every other girls he messes with. but the disappointment when he remains silence is strong, it consumes you completely.

"well, i'm sorry i ruined the night for you. i finished most of my assignments and just thought maybe we could hang out, but looks like you already got company. so truly, i'm sorry."

"don't say that."

"why not? it's true though. you were occupied when i got there."

"stop staying that!"

the volume picks you up from the seat, his delivery could've fooled anyone that it was just a blind accusation. but you realize; take in, that san doesn't like his own fuck-ups being thrown in his face. no one really does.

"look, i'm sorry. really sorry," he tries again, voice softer, attempting to calm you; calm himself.

but after everything, after building up your trust and filling your fragile heart with so much hope, all he can offer is a sorry. no lies or consolations because none of it was a mistake.

you suddenly feel like it's getting much harder to breathe, the brick on your chest multiplying by a million and cutting the airway.

"y/n?" san calls, his once shameful face turning concerned. "are you okay?"

but you certainly don't feel okay, and you honestly haven't for a long time. if ever. and every episode in the same fashion is a reminder of that.

"it's fine," you manage to let out, a bittersweet smile on and a response that san can't read into. "you didn't do anything wrong."

this isn't a relationship--a proper one at least, and he isn't your boyfriend. the hardest pill to swallow is he didn't have to come after you, didn't have to apologize... because a truth even harder to digest, is that he doesn't owe you anything.

but you can still hurt from it; allow the pain to settle in as if everything he's done with you is only exclusive to you and him. only you can kiss him, mark him, and his hands should only be on your hips. not anyone else.

and you do. you hurt from it so much, tears streaming down your cheeks so quietly but the sight such a sore to watch, san's not sure what to say to make it better.

can he even make it better?

there's nothing to clarify and nothing to add. you very clearly saw everything for what it was: he replaced you, just like that. and the sickest thing is that he did it so mindlessly like it's a habit. because that's what he does.

he didn't think you'd take it this hard, or maybe he was just hoping he wouldn't get caught because breaking you is easy... he's done it before, but he's afraid this is the worst, yet.

"y-you should go," you say suddenly, picking your head up to san's wide eyes staring back at your puffy red ones before you swipe your runny nose.

"i..." he fidgets, "i can't go right now. not with you like this."

he can almost laugh at the absurdity, the irony of it all when he's the reason you're in this state right now. he understands the absolute ridiculousness but he really can't go; leave you like this.

a shake of your head is what you give, along with a tight-lipped smile although the tears are starting to sting and it's still not any easier to breathe.

"go. i'll be fine."

"no."

you wish for once to understand san, what goes on inside his head and how he makes his choices, because no matter how much you find out about him, it seems you never really truly know who he is.

he will say one thing and then does another; do this then tell you that. hurt you then feel bad about it, like he never really means anything.

san confuses you.

and you also wish you're not so weak-hearted to let him stay by your side once more as if he's not capable of hurting you again.

the week has been tense, something unpleasant always in attendance when you're with san, even if he's trying his best to brush it off; ignore it, put a smile on his face and act as if it doesn't bother him, too.

as if the week before, he didn't nearly send you into a panic attack and the sight continuously ingrained in his head, it might've scarred him just a bit.

but you're honestly still not used to it--san actually staying around and constantly checking up on you to make sure everything's okay after what happened.

it's odd he actually gives a shit, but even odder you're starting to recognize the pattern of lovebombing every time he fucks up and you can't even find the willpower to be genuinely upset. maybe just a little tired at this point, but still going along to see where it will take you, a gut feeling that the end is near.

"what are you working on?" san's voice makes you jump, turning the laptop the other way immediately in a panic. moments ago, he was still occupied in his own world, you were so sure he wouldn't be interested in your exciting school works.

"just fixing up my draft for a class," you tell him, having to move the laptop even further when he tries stealing a glimpse again, a loose giggle escaping from his lips at the expression on you.

"what's wrong? don't want me to see it?" he raises a brow teasingly.

"it's just a silly little story," you dismiss, "full of mistakes and a lot of corrections that needs to be made."

"i'm sure it's not that bad. but anything from you, i'll read."

a charming smile rests on him and with words like a spell, you have to keep it together; remind yourself that this is the man who had hurt you and no matter how sweet or convincing he is, there's a chance he's gonna do it again, every seconds spent with him constantly in alert ever since, that if you can hardly say no, you can at least keep from showing any amount of joy or satisfaction around him.

"maybe next time."

he just nods lightly and backs up.

"whenever you're confident enough."

it's all so eerie, you might as well preferred when he treated you like shit instead. it's just unlike san to be so lenient, the offer to hang out having came from him when you had made clear he didn't have to because you would be leaving for work soon anyways.

but he was eager about staying regardless of how short the visit would be, it's hard to be touched when you're not at all convinced it's out of sincerity.

"i have to get ready for work." you close the laptop and search the room for materials you have prepared.

san twitches in his seat and swallows down before speaking.

"i'll come pick you up?"

freezing in your spot at that, you turn to him and shake your head.

"no, it's fine. i'll take a cab home like i always do."

the jab is subtle but san doesn't miss it, a look of shame and guilt on him, but he's fooled you one too many times, you can hardly believe anything anymore.

"please, y/n," he pleads, desperation overriding his features as he stands up and hovers over you, "i don't mind. as long as you let me."

as long as you let me. as if all this time, you weren't waiting for him to do his part; the only thing finally pushing him to act upon it now is when he has to.

"if you want," you give in, and he can tell it's only because you're in a hurry, the cold shoulder unlike anything he's ever experienced before. he can't say he doesn't deserve it, but it's definitely out of place coming from you.

it's also out of place he's even trying to make up; console you, everything of which he usually doesn't do, but he feels he owes you that at the very least... or maybe he's just not ready to let it go, yet.

the comfort, your presence, and the things you do for him. he don't want to let go of how easy everything is with you, he wish for it to last just a little longer despite knowing how it will end, but he is so, so selfish.

"i'll be there."

"wooyoung's party is tonight," you initiate during the third time he's picked you up after a work shift.

"so?" he shrugs.

"you're not going?"

"no."

"oh..." you sigh, slouching in the seat and looking out the window of his car. "if you want to, you can. you're not obligated to--"

"--can we please not talk about that?"

about the very thing that lead you two into the current predicament, no longer in each other arms and staring into the other's eyes lovingly, but with a gaze always so tense and uncomfortable that he's too responsible for.

"san, you don't have to do this. we're not even dating, and i... i don't really care about it anymore," your voice tapers out at the end, so utterly weak, you can't even carry a lie to the last breath because you definitely do still care, and it definitely still hurts like it's the first time.

but to be treated like a responsibility; an obligation he's bind to and have to act upon--it just doesn't sit right. you've already spent way too long being nothing but a burden.

"even if you don't care about it anymore, i feel bad, okay? that was awful of me to do, and i really want to make it up to you. i hurt you, i know i did."

it would be easy to go along with it, the fact he's even trying at all when the relationship is nameless; lacking of label--you should even be grateful to an extent. but the weight is harder to shake off, and every second with the conflict brewing makes you feel as if doom is coming and you're about to burst.

you don't say anything, only merely glancing out the window again to find some form of peace because even the subject is starting to wear you out at this point.

"i won't be attending any more of those parties," he speaks up after you're quiet for too long; the statement making your head snap to him.

"huh? you know you don't--"

"--i know i don't have to, but i wan't to, so please don't try to convince me otherwise."

and maybe the you before he went and fucked up the very last bit of faith you had left in him, would've been moved. but as of currently, you're all too aware of his intentions.

pushed to the edge and the trust in him nearly gone, he understands it will never be the same again. he just wishes even if for the last time, to be in your good grace, because though he doesn't want to let go yet, he don't know for how much longer he'll be able to stay.

the clock is ticking and the distance between you and him is growing more and more.

it would be a lot less painful if he stops everything here; save you the heartbreak and tears that are going to come, but again, he really is such an opportunist, always taking and never giving.

it's poor and tasteless to say that's just how he is, but it's the truth... so he throws himself down; stripped of dignity and pride, and all just for you... for the first and possibly, last time.

"goodnight," he whispers, voice soft and trying to light up the mood before the end of the night, because your eyes are nothing but dead.

"goodnight." it sounds almost like an inaudible and uninterested mumble, the life on you completely different from his.

the both of you just stare at each other, as if waiting for the other person to finally say the last call and end what would usually be a kiss and maybe bodies tangled together in a heated session, but now more like two acquaintances trying to make the best out of the situation.

"are you free tomorrow?" he asks, trying his very best.

and you suppose you've had far too many chances to make things right; lessen the pain and end what is already dead, but the undeniable truth is no matter how much you preach... you're also afraid to let go, if not, more than him.

"yeah."

"is that another story you're working on?" his voice rings in your ear, making your nervous eyes twitch to him.

"san!" you nag, and he only giggles in return, backing away from the screen before you're able to push him yourself.

"what? i just want to see." he shrugs.

"well, keep your eyes away." you nearly roll your own, huffing before switching to another tab.

"is it that bad?" the teasing tone is evident, prompting another glare from you.

"it's not a story. just something for my class."

"hmm," san hums, nodding, "when you said you were free, i didn't expect to be sitting on the side while you finish up class assignments."

"well, when i said free, i meant i'm not going anywhere."

"right." he nods sarcastically, "we should do something."

"like?"

"like going out, or if not, we can watch a movie of your choice, if you want something explicit like last time, i'm fine with that too." he smirks, and you have to hold back from overreacting.

"whatever," you dismiss quietly, handing the laptop over to him.

"you pick. i don't really have anything in mind right now."

but it's a mistake, because instead, san clicks on the document you were working on; the surge of panic making you pry the device from him harshly but he's a fighter, tugging even harder.

"san, if you don--"

with another jerk, you're pressed up against his chest and staring into those coy eyes you're all too familiar with, conjuring up butterflies that's been so long, you almost forgot how he made you feel, with his handsomeness and smile that's too easy to fall into.

he smirks before stealing a kiss to your cheek, releasing the laptop as you fall back gently while the blush crawls out.

"sorry," he says cheekily, but you know he doesn't really mean it.

you attempt to fight the smile at the tip of your lips, biting down to conceal as much as possible, san thinks it's extremely endearing.

it's also been way too long since he's kissed you, and seeing the first genuine reaction in such a long while, nothing reminiscent of hatred or bitterness does make him feel a certain way.

it's only supposed to be dinner at san's place (at first). he invites you and says he wants to do something for the weekend, and it's not like you're going to decline when he's doing everything--as well as picking you up.

it's always casual at first; conversation, gestures, and everything.

you're starting to lose the edges a bit ever since that day, san witnessing more smiles than frowns and you don't look like you completely hate him, so he thinks, maybe things can be good again.

his apartment always feel homey, though you don't always feel welcomed every time... it is very nicely decorated.

roaming the interior and everywhere you guys have been before, you have to keep from really thinking too much; close out the thoughts of who else he brings here and where exactly he kissed them.

rather than forgiving san, you just kind of became... numb to it all.

the reminder isn't as frequent, but every time you do remember, the hit is still sharp and you'd have to catch your breath, but you've just gotten better at acting like it doesn't bother you anymore.

when the aroma from the kitchen finally settles in, it knocks any other thoughts out of your head and becomes the primary focus as you start sniffing the air.

"let me set everything up," san speaks from behind, walking past you to get to the kitchen.

and it starts like that. a nice dinner at his much smaller kitchen island filled with soft laughters and a genuine interest for each other, it's everything you envisioned if things were right.

when he offers some soju, you don't drink too much as the taste of alcohol in general still something you're not used to, but you drink enough to get tipsy.

enough to loosen up and not feel completely like yourself, but also not enough to still know that when san crashes his lips against yours, it's all kinds of wrong that only feels right in the moment.

the one that you will come to regret once you're sober enough and really think. but maybe your life is as messed up as it is because you never really do, always drawn to temptation over logic.

san is going to be your biggest downfall and he won't be the only one at fault.

you kiss him back and throw both arms around his neck, the slight flavor of the drink he had still lingering and you don't miss the scent that comes along with it as he manages to pick you up and throw down your body onto the couch.

you miss the way he feels on your skin, and he misses your skin on his lips, which is why the first kiss delivered to your neck is the only gentle one before he loses himself.

what comes after that is cliche and obvious.

it doesn't feel right but it does feel good. both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths as he snap his hips into yours and gets a curse out of you.

"oh fuck..." you bite down your lower lip and your nails only digs deeper into the skin of his back at the sensation.

so you sleep with him that night, the shame only hitting when the morning sun rises and you awake to his bare chest pressed against your back and his arm wrapped around your waist.

he's still sleeping and he's absolutely beautiful as always.

you wonder, aside from breaking a foolish girl's heart over and over again, what kind of things has san managed to get away with just because he's as mesmerizing as he is.

it would be easy for someone like him.

but shame can only do so much and last for so long before you submit to temptation again and sleeps with him a few more times after as well, just because he's good at pretending you mean something to him, and you're all too good at self destruction and fooling yourself that when he stayed all those nights with you until morning, it's because of something else and not what you already know.

the park is quiet; empty, not a single soul in sight other than you and the boy who came along as the small talks take you both in under the moonlight.

"have you always liked writing?" he asks, and you can't help the scoff that leaves, because when did choi san become so invested in mindless hobbies and things you do to pass time. or in this case, something you still haven't quite grasped that still feels much like a chore because it is tied to a class in the first place.

"no." you shake your head, walking along the narrow path as the summer breeze rustles the branches of the trees.

"i only recall slightly that you like computers."

"kind of. yeah," you confirm short and simple, not about to have that conversation again about why it wasn't meant to be.

san is selfish, in the most vain and obvious fashion that doesn't take a genuis to figure out. you believe he knows so himself and holds very little shame from the fact.

eventually, his mask will unveil and it's not like he ever tried hard enough to hide it because you're also selfish in your own ways.

you may not be calculating like san is, but to have keep him around this long and to say it's not because of your own stupid desires and wants would be a lie.

that you also don't use him to fill the hurt and emptiness in your life, chasing after him so hard because he's the closest to the kind of love you've always wanted.

because if you weren't, you would've let him go.

someone like san won't ever be able to love you, and even if he did, how long would it be until he realizes the commitment to one person is all too much and gets bored?

even now, you wonder if he enjoys the time with you at all. because who would rather hang with you than be out at an obnoxious party? but he can still offer temporary relief, and that's awful of you to say, but he was the first to be selfish and will continue to be until the last breath of the 'relationship' so why can't you also?

time seems like it's closing out and you're not sure how much longer the two of you can play pretend before the inevitible shows itself.

"what about you?" you perk to him, blinking your lashes charmingly. "you talked of dancing and performing before, so how come i've only heard about it once?"

a half scoff half laugh escapes from him and turning his attention to the path instead like you just asked a ridiculous question.

"well, i kind of already told you why, but i just don't got much passion for it nowaday."

“i’m not sure,” is all he says, a small sigh of disappointment escaping from you that goes unheard. “i wanted to major in dance and performance, but…”

“but?”

“but i can’t make a living or lifestyle out of it. so i didn’t.”

"i remember. but if you considered it, the passion must had been there once upon a time."

"oh yeah, definitely."

you hesitate for a second, but there's not a lot to lose at this point.

"i'd love to know, if you don't mind telling me."

it takes another couple of steps, but he does answer with very little objection much to your surprise.

"wooyoung got me into it, believe it or not."

"wooyoung was in on it, too?"

"yeah." san laughs. "i was an even worse dancer before i met him. but yeah, was in some sort of club or group for it in high school and we performed at some school events, but that's pretty much it. nothing really worth calling back to."

"no, that's great. it takes a lot of courage to go up there, cause i wouldn't have had the guts. i think i would pass out."

"oh, i know," he teases, and you shoot an unserious glare his way.

"and what about wooyoung? did he go into performance?"

san shakes his head.

"nah. undecided also, but i don't think he's stressing out too much about it. from his parents alone, he would be able to land a sweet job even if he got kicked out."

you nod, a snarky smile on your lips.

"yeah, true."

rich kids and their privileges.

after a few more strolls in silence around the area, san suggests taking a break from walking, both of you plopping onto the bench with tired breath puffing into the air.

it's your first time at this park, but it's not too big and has a nice amount of benches, but more so, the location is convenient because it's a good distance from the dorm which means less chance of your friends finding out.

"dance for me," you demand out of thin air, san turning to meet your gaze a few seconds before a laugh tumbles out, thinking you're most likely joking.

"i'm serious." you sit up and adjust your shirt slightly.

"it's been almost an entire year since i last danced to anything, i'm rusty now."

"so? i want to see. come on," you continue to urge, scooting even closer because then, he might give in.

"this is ridiculous. you're going to make fun of me."

you shake your head, desperate to prove the sincerity.

"i won't. i know you'll do great."

he lets out a defeated sigh before getting up with a "fine" and sees the biggest smile of the night on you.

"but you owe me something in return, too." he points finger and you wave it off.

"sure..." pulling your phone out, you look up to ask, "so what song?"

"uh... exo... overdose?" it's been a while to be fair, and san usually isn't one to hold things in memories, no matter the importance. short term or long term.

the song starts and he nods to the music, a few movements here and there trying to recall but he's struggling a bit, you can tell, unable to help the giggle that comes out because the sight is endearing.

"skip to the chorus."

and you do, eyes trained on him without detracting and watching as the recollection seems to creep up, his execution still a little jumbled and he doesn't look like he's 100% confident, but you know you've never seen anyone moved like that in your lifetime.

not that you know anything about dancing or whatever, but you've definitely never met a dancer, so to see someone work their body and move it so effortlessly, you're impressed for sure.

san doesn't even realize the chorus's over until you start clapping, the muscle memory just naturally leading him to the next beat.

it's been a while since he's moved like that and the sense of comfort that comes from it is weird, but welcoming in a way. it was quite fun, he thinks.

you're still clapping when he sits down again, the thin smile on you eventually turning into something more.

"you said you're rusty but you did so good! you even remembered it!"

"bleh," he dismisses, detaching from your gaze to stare out at the emptiness in front, "just muscle memory."

your next set of compliments blurs into muffled voices for him at the same time conflicts run round in his head, snapped back when you bring up, "want to stay over? yuna said she won't be back until morning."

it's the longest he ever takes to say a short and breathless, "yeah..." walking back with you to the dorms but feeling like a completely different person, it's frightening the way he just flip flops emotions, it raises the hair at the back of your neck from what you thought was a harmless and even entertaining situation.

but san seems to have taken it otherwise because the silence is anything but comforting, you fear this is it.

you unlock the door and settle your things first, your shoulder just barely angled his way when san annouces he's going to take a shower.

when you imagined the end, you think of a screaming match; at each other's throats and just absolutely the ugliest way possible. but this just might be worse... it's always worse when it comes unexpected.

but unexpected is such a loose term at this rate, because between you and san, there is so much hurt and so many unspoken wounds beyond repair from all the chasing.

you're so broken and san is not good for you, but for your own selfish desire, you wish he would stay, even if for one more night.

when you're near asleep from all the waiting, your heavy eyes failing to keep focus on the wall, the sound of the door creaking followed by footsteps until his chest is against your back gives you the biggest sign of relief, it's quite pathetic.

that he's going to stay and whatever came over him was just momentarily and you're all too good at overthinking.

you let sleep take over, hopeful that when you wake up, he will still be next to you.

san thinks that if you ever allowed yourself to think you're worse than him even once, you're absolutely out of your mind--which, you are, because he don't doubt you've thought of it.

you're quite skilled at leading the fault back to your own.

but if you're the one to pull the gun out, he would be the one to pull the trigger. and if you were to ever commit a crime, he would be the mastermind behind it.

if you're selfish, he will always be more selfish than you.

when he gets so much more than what he bargains for, coming to the realization over and over again that it's not good to recognize your touch and lose himself in your smile, he wants to run again. the way he always does.

it's how he handles unwanted emotions and practically anything not on his fucking list.

he will start something on impulse and trying to make up to you was definitely that, and it will end the same way.

he started this with you for all the wrong reasons and now, it's way past the due date.

you wake to very little light in the room, tossing lightly to gain your conscious, but heart suddenly dropping when you can sense the cool air of nothingness gliding against your back.

back that you thought would've been protected by a certain boy. but when you finally turn around, the worst pain yet hits you right in the face.

the space next to you is empty, and all there's left of san is a note taped to the side of the nightstand that you can only faintly see, but know every letter to.

'i'm sorry'

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#that visual of san in the park #cracks me up #lmfao #ateez angst #ateez x reader #san x reader #choi san x reader #san angst #ateez series #fic: broken

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foryoumyheroes · 4 years

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Stan Twitter

[Midoriya + Todoroki + Bakugou + Kaminari] and their secret stan accounts.

A/N: Gender neutral reader and [H/N] stands for [Hero Name]. Aged-up AU and everyone is already a Pro-Hero. Kinda SMAU?

Disclaimer: I recently became aware that the word “simp” has been appropriated from AAVE. As someone who is not from the black community, I genuinely apologize and I don’t have an excuse for my ignorance. I am removing it from these hcs! I consider myself an ally (but I clearly have a lot of work to do) and it is my own fault for not educating myself, which I hope to do more of in the future.

I also have to give credit where credit’s due I love @myherowritings ‘s SMAUs and was inspired to write this from their works so please check them out if you’re reading this!

Izuku Midoriya:

Goes the whole mile. Has a [Name] stan account with 10k followers. Interacts with other [H/N] stans regularly. Retweets edits and compilations. Makes his own fancams and edits.

Vote [H/N] for the top ten @[H/N]might345 I am so lucky to be able to get the entire @official[Hero Name] x @Super_Groupies collaboration collection!! It sold out within minutes! 💨💨 It was kinda stressful haha. 😅 Thanks again to everyone who supported our favorite Hero! http://bit.ly/G4peUrTd36A

Vote [H/N] for the top ten @[H/N]might345 Thank you to tik tok user @rainbowinureye for giving me permission to post their playdate edit of [H/N]! It’s so well done and the cuts and the scenes line up perfectly 😊 http://m.tiktok.com/WrqKOXWpYbU

Vote [H/N] for the top ten @[H/N]might345 I made another [H/N] edit to the song “This is Love” by Illene Woods slowed and pitched version 😊💕💕 Please tell me what you think and how I can improve! http://bit.ly/dK9-c7QOcWg

Of course it’s edited perfectly with all of the clips synced up perfectly?? It’s a byproduct from his All Might days. He’s still sure to respond to every person who gives him constructive criticism on how to improve his edits.

Unintentionally becomes a meme?? Becomes known as the fanboy to end all fanboys. Like this guy is EVERYWHERE. He’s in the comments of every [H/N] funny moments and [H/N] battles but every fight is poorly edited to the sound of vines and every official interview posted by official YT channels.

Stream Fine Line @randomaccount360 The wildest thing about Twitter is that one [H/N] stan account that comes running whenever you mention their name.

Vote [H/N] for the top ten @[H/N]might345 replying to @randomaccount360 hahaha! I am here! 😁

High-key people think that he’s one of those stalkerish fans?? Like he’ll post pictures of you eating at super close angles that no other news site has and it isn’t like a pic a fan has asked for either... it’s like a candid photo of you shoveling back food

But you guys are legitimately dating?? He lives with you?? It’s just so embarrassing to know that he runs this popular stan account of you that you rarely bring it up asdfg ;; You ;; politely look away.

Vote [H/N] for the top ten @[H/N]might345 Isn’t @official[Hero Name] the cutest? Here’s them eating the souffle pancakes at Flipper's! It was super good! http://bit.ly/fQE__7riZko

Mashomallow @mashomallowfood replying to @[H/N]might345 OP how do you know what the pancakes taste like

Pinky step on me @Minastannn replying to @mashomallowfood OP pls respond it’s a legit question

thehighground @ayeyeye replying to @[H/N]might345 @official[Hero Name] if you are in danger please wink twice

OHH if you get hate?? He will respectfully put that person in their place in the most eloquent way possible. Five pages, doubled-spaced, MLA format, works cited page.

[H/N] > Deku >:( @[H/N]might345 It has recently come to my attention that people online have been saying that Deku is a better hero than [H/N] and I am here to say that is not the case. Not only is pitting two heroes against each other extremely toxic but [H/N] has shown time and time again that they are the more successful Hero. [1/24]

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He exposes himself by being tagged in those “Get to know them better” trends and it wasn’t like he was ever hiding the fact that he ran the stan account so he has no problem doing it. He’s so casual with posting a selfie of himself and saying his name and likes and dislikes but the people who tagged him just thought that he was just a regular fan?? Not Pro-Hero Deku??

#WTFDeku is trending for a whole day in Japan.

It answers a lot of questions but opens up more.

Everyone legit thought that @[H/N]might345 was just a rich kid with a lot of free time this whole time. But no?? It was Number One Hero Deku?? Does he make the edits when he’s fighting villains or something asdfg

It makes him so happy though!! You guys would be chilling and his phone dings from notifications and he’s turning to you so happily like, “Look, [Name]! Another popular fan account retweeted my compilation of you! I can’t believe they noticed me!” Asdf i love this boy.

Shoto Todoroki:

LOOK even before you two debuted as Pro-Heroes he was your number one stan buying all the merch, watching all of the interviews.

Interacts with other fans occasionally. 5K followers. Verified by Twitter for some reason. Has a generic name like @[Name]snumberone and thinks that it’s polite to always end his posts with a simple :)

He’s told you about his side account before, but you know that he has one dedicated to Endeavor hate, so you always think that he’s referring to that one.

Horny on main for some reason?? People think that he’s socially inept and doesn’t really understand a lot of jargon or slang, but thanks to Kaminari and all of the other stans he’s studied up because he thinks that’s how you’re supposed to talk on the internet.

Like someone will post a pic of you holding something between your thighs like a water bottle or your phone or wallet while you tie your hair up or sign something for a fan and he’ll be like “goD i wish that was me.”

it’s photosynthesUS @queenking[H/N] Can you believe that there are people out there that don’t think about [H/N]’s thighs at least once a day?? coughcough anyWAY on an unrelated topic here’s several pictures of those beautiful legs http://bit.ly/pH6KeOjpKeI

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone replying to @queenking[H/N] I can die happy if those legs suffocated me

[H/n]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone Another fan messaged me saying that they liked my account :) thank you. I love [H/N] more than anything.

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone Someone messaged me this from a site called Archive of Our Own? They said since I like [H/N] so much I would like this. It’s pretty enjoyable :) although kind of OOC? (is that right?)

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone I thought I would try my own hand at [H/N] fanfiction since it was so fun to read I binged the entire tag last night :) But please be warned that it’s not for underage readers.

Would try to fight the haters in the most passive-aggressive and aggressive-aggressive way possible. He had no problem with trying to square up against the chief of police and he’s incredibly stubborn. He immediately responds to their post and tries to shut it down as quick as possible and sometimes it’s ;; kinda hurtful

One time a hater account was spreading negative things about you and after Shoto came on the scene they quickly ended their thread with a “Of course [H/N]’s white knight came to save the day again 🙄🙄”

Within the next hour he changed his bio to “[H/N]’s white knight”

Doesn’t get that trend where after someone posts something thirsty about someone else another user will reply by thanking them for something random?

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone Has anyone seen [H/N]’s arms after their most recent fight with a villain? They can break my back like a glowstick :) and stick their tongue down my throat ig

Stradandelous @pikadeegeek replying to @[Name]snumberone Thank you for paying for my anger management classes :))))

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone replying to @pikadeegeek Oh, do you have me confused for someone else? I know that @realbakusatsuou needs anger management lessons

He gets exposed after someone posts a picture of you and him smiling at each other cutely and someone responds with “🥺🥺 get someone who looks at you the way Shoto looks at [Name] and soba. It must be nice to kiss one of the cutest Heroes of the century”

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone replying to @bossbiccc Thank you but soba will always be number two to [Name] :) and it was nice.

Everyone then collectively LoSeS their minds and connects the dots like hUH?? You included!! You aren’t spared from this shit!! You spend your whole day with your jaw dropped to the goddamned grOUND as you scroll through his side account. Did he try all of that before or AFTER writing his fanfiction??

Endeavor gets news of it and learns just how horny his youngest son is and nearly goes into cardiac arrest.

He just slurps his soba when everyone under the sun confronts him about it and he’s just like “what about it?”

Katsuki Bakugou:

About 600 followers. Doesn’t interact with anyone other than retweeting posts and liking them. Rarely comments. Never answers DM’s. Only follows one person and that’s @official[Hero Name].

You don’t know about it. No one knows about it. If he had it his way, no one will ever know about it.

Occasionally he posts, but it’s mostly him flaunting the fact that he got limited edition or super expensive [H/N] merch that gets sold out in seconds and he’s super fucking smug.

my hero [Name] @[H/N][Name] check out my limited edition [H/N] figurine. their costume is covered in real strakowski crystals. they did a good job with the face too.

Whatcanisayyyy his parents are designers. He has a taste for the finer things in life.

He’s not much of a texter in general? So he doesn’t go off on lengthy arguments with people who post hate like the other two. Surprisingly mature when he does this. He reports or blocks them, but he’s always proud to know that these lowlife people can’t bring up a good argument because he always finds holes in their points. (They also don’t have the whole story. Which is? He loves you.)

NEVER retweets or likes content that involves you and another Hero being shipped together. Purely Ground Zero x [Hero Name] only. Who gives a damn that Creati x [Hero Name] got the most votes from the Official [H/N] Fan Club?? Bakugou ,,, does not see it.

Kinda boring really ;; he only has that many followers because he only retweets the BEST [Name] content and he’s fucking proud of it.

He gets exposed when you and he get dragged to a club with Bakusquad one day. You’re on the dance floor with Mina and Sero and he’s just reclining in the booth retweeting paparazzi pictures of you that night and Kaminari manages to sneak up behind him and takes a picture of him without him noticing. People ofc zoom into his phone screen and find out that hE FUCKING HAS A WHOLE STAN ACCOUNT DEDICATED TO YOU?? When y’all are dating?! He’s retweeting photos of you in your outfit that night when he was right there?? He sometimes uncharacteristically comments 🥺 or 😍 or “my love”???

The goddamned UWUs that are passed around that night!!

The unsuppressed anger 😨😨

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway @realbakusatsuou YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!! IT WAS SAID THAT YOU WOULD DESTROY THEM NOT JOIN THEM!!

Red Riot @theofficialredriot replying to @NOTjammingway The PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY! NOT EVEN THE SHARINGAN COULD’VE PREDICTED THIS

Cellophane @Serophanetape replying to @theofficialredriot No wonder he’s changed since our school days... 😔😔 as his bros we should’ve seen it... the good in him...the c o n f l i c t

Pro Hero Ground Zero @realbakusatsuou replying to @NOTjammingway Shut. The fuck. UP!!!

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway ASDFGHJKLHELPMEEEEE http://bit.ly/DVtNve4qySA

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woah pass that @hellofolksclapclap Transcription of @NOTjammingway’s post that was taken from his IG live for anyone that needs it 😊

[Chargebolt]: [to Red Riot] and anyway, I there I was barbecue sauce— [two knocks appear on his door]. Huh? [Red Riot]: [walking to the door] were you expecting anyone? [Chargebolt]: No—? [Door slams open loudly. It falls to the ground off its hinges.] [AHHHHASDGHSPE?] [T/N: how did he manage to keysmash in real life?] Bakugouuuu! [Screams impressively high pitched.] [Ground Zero]: I’m going to fucking kill you! [Red Riot]: Bakugou, no! Stop! What would [Name] think?! [Ground Zero]: [Name] can’t fucking look at me without laughing anymore! [A whole bunch of voices interlap and more screaming ensues.] [A faint ‘wheee’ is heard.] [END.]

Eventually he just fucking owns it and is like yEAH!! I HAVE A [NAME] STAN ACCOUNT WHAT OF IT??

hero for all @official[Hero Name] Love you too, @[H/N][Name] <3 <3

Pro Hero Ground Zero @realbakusatsuou replying to @official[Hero Name] ...You’re lucky I didn’t deactivate the whole fucking account.

He still retweets things to this day, but now he’s getting more bold.

Denki Kaminari:

Unlike the others his official twitter IS his [Name] stan page.

He’s going back and forth from posting about his battles, his promotional content, and then splits them all with retweets that are like “I’ve NEVER wanted to hold a hand so bad before in my life. I SWEAR!”

IMAGINE if he did have a stan account though. He would be going back and forth between his official and stan account and like fake beefing with each other.

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway [Name] just defeated 28 villains today!!! FUCK👏ING👏TWENTY EIGHT👏 The talent in this household... the sexiness... 😳😳

i sent you my love pls respond @[H/N]steponme replying to @NOTjammingway Dude I’m going to steal your lover

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway replying to @[H/N]steponme You wouldn’t dare 😤 😤😡

i sent you my love pls respond @[H/N]steponme replying to @NOTjammingway If that’s your lover why are they buying MY animal crossing turnips?

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway replying to @[H/N]steponme @official[Hero Name]... say it isn’t so...

hero for all @official[Hero Name] replying to @NOTjammingway What the FUCK is going on

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway Replying to @[H/N]steponme They’re in your acnh island but they’re replying to MY tweets we are not the same

Since he’s a Pro-Hero and therefore a public figure, sometimes he gets flagged by karens on the internet for saying stuff like “pls sit on my face [Name]” on his official twitter and he always replies to comments that are like “Think about the children!” with “This AINT about them!!”

If his S/O is getting hate he’ll reply to them such as

dog mom coffee lover @lilyjargon920 I’m sorry I can’t help it, [H/N] is so ugly ESPECIALLY after a fight

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway replying to @lilyjargon920 That’s a strange way to say that you’ve never gotten anyone hot and bothered

Flip-flops between being super horny and “Can i hold your hand ;;; PLEASE”

Whenever he takes mirror selfies in his bedroom his bed is like ;; half [H/N] plushies

Because he’s not hiding anything he’s able to interact with your page freely and most of the time his retweets get more likes than your tweet because he’s just randomly thirsty without it having anything to do with your og tweet.

He tries tik tok trends on you and reposts it on his twitter as well. He tried the “getting naked in front of partner” challenge while you were in the middle of working at your desk at home and you just looked at him like “Put some clothes on HOE” while laughing and getting back to work.

He posts Boyfriend ASMR POVs but most of them are like self-indulgent fanfiction and he’s talking to “[Name]” instead of making it open to everyone.

Everyone in Class 1-A clowns him so hard for this.

Present Mic plays one of them during his radio one day as a request from a listener and he had to leave the room but since he’s so loud his laughter was basically the only thing people hear.

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annes-andromeda · 4 years

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Fanon Marvel cause they got I S S U E S

This isn’t really a fanfic thing, more or less what I envision the MCU would be in MY head. Granted not everyone’s gonna agree with these points, but that’s fine. Well all got our own opinions☺️

Q: Who survives the Snap in Fanon?

A: Steve, Thor, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Nebula, Gamora, Rhodey, Rocket, Scott, Okoye, Shuri, Pepper, Wong, Valkyrie, Loki, and Tony

Q: Will anyone be recast?

A: Yes. Monica Rambeau is Captain Marvel instead of Carol Danvers. Make of that as you will.

Q: Are there gonna be any major changes?

A: Not for the most part, as I haven’t watched all the Marvel movies. However, these would be the most prominent ones:

* T*ny Stark is an anti-villain. His story has been changed to mostly fit the Superior Iron Man storyline. The IM trilogy would stay the same since I haven’t seen them, as well as the first two Avengers movies. However, he gets his immediate change in Civil War, where we find out that he worked for HYDRA the whole time, and wanted the Avengers to sign the Accords so the organization didn’t get found out. I feel it would’ve been interesting if we had seen Tony turn from a man who pretended to help others survive, into a man who only ever did things to help himself survive. If you don’t like this change: well then suck it cause it’s my fanon🙃

* Steve and Thor are in a relationship. This is mostly a personal preference, but I genuinely think they’d be a good couple. Their feelings would begin to come out in AOU, after the party scene. The two have a drink, slow dance, and confess there feelings. Simple, but cute (I think). Steve would think of Thor in Civil War, while Thor would have a scene in Ragnarok, in which he calls Steve and gets his opinion on everything that has happened to him (Odins death, Hela, losing Mjolnir etc). In Infinity War, they reunite and share a big kiss Pirates of the Caribbean style. As for Endgame: Steve doesn’t go to the past (I.e fucking up the timeline and Peggy’s happy life) and Thor stays on New Asgard to rule as King, with his consort by his side.

* CA:CW- People like Rhodey and Natasha don’t just immediately agree to the Accords. Instead, they go undercover and try to find out what the government is actually doing; Peter is on Team Iron Man until he finds out that Tony is HYDRA. It sucks that M*rvel really out here just making Peter iron boy instead of... ya know... Spider-Man; Civil War has a scene where Steve reminisces on his mother (his real moral compass fight me) and we focus more on him and less on Tinkie’s man pain; Instead of Tony being upset that Bucky killed both of his parents, he’d only get upset about his mother, as he actually wanted his father dead. Got this idea from a post where basically a bunch of people were talking about how Tony was probably HYDRA the whole time, which is where I got the idea. Feel free to add anything else.

* IW: Loki and Gamora don’t die. I feel like they killed off Loki a little too early since he was just getting the arc he so desperately needed. While I don’t really know what to do with him yet, I do know that he’ll be in a relationship with Valkyrie. I mean, did you see their fight scene? The sexual tension. As for Gamora, well we all practically hated it when she died and hated it even more when they brought her 2014 counterpart back from the past. Someone on Quora said that an alternative for Thanos to sacrifice on Vormir could be Ebony Maw, as out of all of Thanos’s children, he worshipped him the most. Maybe Thanos would hesitate as this was his most loyal child, but he does it cause gotta wipe out half the universe or whatever. It wouldn’t be as tragic tho, but (1) that’s the price we gotta pay for Gamora to stay alive, and (2) are we reeeaaally supposed to pity Thanos? Thanos? The guy who only ever fell in love with Death???. Anyways back to Gamora: I actually wanna do something for her. If you’ve ever seen RWBY, one of the main characters essentially loses her arm when she tried to save her friend. I know it sounds cruel for Gamora to loose a limb, but hey, sometimes you just like seeing your fav characters suffer🤷‍♀️. I was thinking it could go two ways:

- (1): Gamora loses her arm like the character in RWBY i.e, saving one of her friends like Mantis, Quill, or Nebula.

- Or (2): Thanos uses the Reality Stone to make the Guardians + Peter and Strange think that they have the upper hand. Strange uses his magic to hold Thanos down while the others try taking off the Infinity gauntlet. Once the gauntlet is nearly loose, Quill would try to strike him, as Nebula realizes that the whole thing is an illusion. But before she could warn the others it’s too late, and Gamora looses an arm to her boyfriend, leaving him and everyone in complete shock. I like this option more, as it would show not only just how cruel Thanos is, but that he never really loved Gamora. He just favored her above all his other kids. And hey, I’m a sap for angst.

* Feel free to add anything else.

* EG: So in the first bullet, I already said which characters survive the snap and that Captain Marvel isn’t Carol, but Monica. Aside from that, I haven’t really thought much of what to do with Endgame. Surprisingly, it’s difficult to write a better story for this one. What I would most like to happen, however, is more character moments. Thor’s PTSD and traumas being taken more seriously, and instead of him gaining weight he loses it (cause according to Tinkie’s dumb rant that’s what gets an audience to take your turmoil seriously. Pls don’t hate me for this decision). Bruce doesn’t turn into Professor Hulk, and his traumas are actually talked about. Also he gets closure on his relationship with Natasha (I know it’s not that great but I personally like it). Clint dies instead of Nat and we remember that Nat was the leader of the Avengers for like five years. Steve properly mourns his friends and actually acts like Steve Rogers and not a fucking imposter. We actually see what happened in Wakanda after the Snap, with Okoye and Shuri at the head of it all. Also Pepper would be stand in for Tony, cause ya know, she has a life outside of him and is actually smart. And her and Scott help with the Time machine or what other plan I or anyone can come up with. Again, feel free to add anything else.

Q: Will there be any new characters added?

A: For now just one: A robot named Iris (aka Iron Blade), created by Tony for HYDRA. I’ve made a summary of her here:

* Iris is an android created by the billionaire Tony Stark, who possesses a synthetic body made of Tungsten Carbide which is powered by the arc reactor in her chest. For years Stark worked into making Iris highly advanced, while also keeping her secret from the rest of the world until she was ready to be used by the organization HYDRA. She was trained by HYDRA in combat and artificial intelligence, transforming Iris into a dangerous, ruthless killing machine. However, she still managed to keep some essence of personality thanks to Tony, who refused to have her be simply mindless. This resulted in Iris inheriting some of Tony’s more negative traits, while even accepting his lavish lifestyle. Although she may act like him, Iris has her own traits which vary from being charismatic, eloquent, and sophisticated to privileged, arrogant and cruel. Due to HYDRA’s influence, Iris is mostly misguided and blindly follows orders.

* Iris was eventually revealed when Tony tried forcing the Avengers to sign the Sokovia Accords as a means to keep HYDRA underground. She was introduced as a new recruit of the US government, in which she had a hand in writing the Accords. When the Avengers found that Iris was created by not just HYDRA but by Tony, this caused a huge riff in the team. The people on Team Iron Man immediately turn on him once finding out that he created Iris, which in turn resulted in them finding out that not only had he been providing the organization with weapons, but was a member himself. Out of all the team members, Iris has the largest fallout with Bucky Barnes (the former Winter Soldier) and Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), as she mostly worked as their antithesis, showing what probably would’ve occurred had they never recovered from their manipulation at the hands of corrupt organizations.

* After the fight between Iron Man and Captain America, Iris went into hiding alongside Tony, who was no longer a member of the Avengers. For the next two years, Iris stayed by her creators side as he intended to carry out his boss’s plan. The titan Thanos had ordered Stark to help him eradicate half the universe. Tony agreed to the plan, as he believed that Earth had been ungrateful for his attempts at ‘saving’ the world. He would help Thanos, so long as he ensured his safety and payed him. Iris, programmed to follow orders, agreed to the plan without question.

* Once Thanos arrived on Earth, Iris would go to Wakanda to stop the Avengers from destroying the Mind Stone, all the while Stark attempted to kill the Guardians of the Galaxy, Doctor Strange, and Spiderman (also the only one who knew of Tony’s true alignments). Iris, failing to retrieve the Stone, joins Tony on Titan while Thanos fights the Avengers. Despite the Avengers attempts, Thanos gets the stones and does the Snap, in which Tony and Iris survive and go into hiding once more.

That’s pretty much it. I made this cause I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I wanted to share my opinions. Feel free to add anything or give constructive criticism.

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01kitty-moon · 3 years

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My thoughts on the Og Sailor Moon/Sailor Moon Crystal/Eternal Part 2

I want to start with saying this-

I do enjoy both anime. I really do.

My thoughts about Sailor Moon OG anime.

First things first I LOVE 90's anime art style, so of course I love the style of OG sailor moon, it looks really good, the backgrounds are beautiful.

Artsyle is lovely. PERIOD.

The OST for the OG anime is awesome, it can be beautiful or just plain cool.

I love the first transformation OST SO MUCH.

(I don't like the others in the OG anime transformation ost though tbh.)

The other thing I love about the original is the fashion, the sheer amount of outfits is awesome and I always enjoy a show that is able to have different outfits.

Now I really like the first few episodes when it's just Usagi and Jadeite, in fact I like the first arc a little bit more in the OG simply because idk, we get to see more of the four "eite's" though I don't enjoy some of their Arc's tbh or how their characters were handled in the end.

I found their arcs would start strong and then just kinda end leaving you like??? Okaaaay.

If I'm being honest I dont enjoy the pacing or the writing for alot of the OG anime if I'm being truthful.

Like the end of season 1 in my opinion wasnt written well, in fact it felt very meh and blotchy.

Did I like the full party kill? Yeah.

But it wasnt well written.

I REALLY don't like OG Tuxedo Mask. Like during the first half of S1 I thought his snark was funny, and I enjoyed their interactions at first.

But by the second half I came to REALLY dislike him.

No wonder everyone wanted Usagi to be with 90's Seiya, OG Mamoru was an ass.

(I refer to him as Tuxedo Ass and no I dont take constructive criticism)

Also dont get me started on the moonlight knight filler crap. (That filler arc had potential to be REALLY amazing and impactful and they totally wasted it)

Also his relationship with rei is kinda.....weird. I didnt like it. (And not for shipping reasons, but because it genuinely irked me)

Now I do love that we got more episodes exploring the girls personalities and friendships, but I often times didnt enjoy how they were written as "friends?" Alot of it felt fake despite the "development" they got.

Dont get me wrong I like the OG anime in general and some episodes I think are AMAZING.

But I'd go into an arc and be really hyped for what I thought was coming, only for the outcome to be really lame or immature. The writing just felt bland and childish, but since OG is targetted more for a younger audience I do get it.

I got disappointed alot tbh ahaha.

Also if chibi moon from OG appeared I'd simply kill her, rip to OG usagi but I'm different.

(Also they made the kid feel way more incestuous than in crystal? Like this girl is 900, she isnt really a little kid though she is a young girl. Like she knows that's her dad, stop trying to fuck your dad pls)

Plus she is super annoying, always, never likable, never. (Some scenes were definetly comedic gold but as a character I wanted to set her on fire)

Prince demand isnt that great of a character and should have been set on fire right away, end of story.

This is a lazy way of writing my feelings but yeah it's what it is.

However overall it's okay. I like it.

(This is only my opinion of course pls dont attack me)

Sailor Moon Crystal

I made alot of my points when talking about the OG anime so the crystal one is short tbh.

Now I'll be honest. I truthfully enjoyed crystal most as a whole than I did the OG anime.

When it comes to the animation of season 1 and 2 I understand why people weren't fond of it.

It was wonky in many parts and the CG transformations were really ugly.

However I loved the artsyles in the still scenes.

And some backgrounds were really lovely.

Now the animation could be off, but it isnt the worst thing ever like people make it out to be.

Mamoru was great again (look I love the boy and his manga self)

While i didnt like the lack of development in the 4 "eites" the arc was okay. I kinda liked some of their arc here more than in OG, but I wish we got more of them and their story ( or at least Bi Zoisiete, I know that's OG original but it would have been cool)

Though it did feel lackluster at times, and season 1 could be off with pacing, when it comes to the other seasons however I found the pacing to be really good.

I loved the scene where she "killed" him and then herself, though I wish it had been animated better, it was great.

I also like how they touched more on her fear of being alone, and showed hints of that trauma as well as their identities meshing with their past selves.

The music is 👌 though I miss some of the OG music.

I can't tell you the real reason I love it more than the OG. I guess I just enjoyed the tone overall?

I like the more story focused version if sailor moon I guess, I felt like the fucked around too much in the OG, while Crystak they dont fuck around enough lol.

But I'd rather watch the plot centric one rather than the overly leisure OG fillers.

I liked some of the characterizations better in crystal as well, I found rei more likable (look can we admit she was a bit TOO much of a bitch in the OG? And often wasnt justified but she got away with it?)

Haruka and Michiru weren't....super likeable in the OG sometimes for me and while that can be a good thing in writing, (and ik alot of people prefer them in the OG) I immediately fell in love with them in crystal.

Also this is probably just me but I like that everyone was less boy crazy, giving way to just, easier to bond with characters.

(Being Bi/Pan-Ace and watching girl only EVER be boy crazy is really annoying tbh I just, like for them to at least have 1 character who's just kinda eh about the whole dating thing, and tbh alot of the characters came off as more bi in crystal which was lovely)

I hear alot of people complain about how they dont feel the friendship between the group the way they did in the OG but I kinda felt the opposite, and their sudden leap into being SUPER into Usagi really stems from their identities from their past lives mixing with the present.

Also just saying, if someone like usagi came into my life? I'd immediately die for her too, just saying, she's so so kind and fun, and precious like? Duh of course she's going to make those introverts fall all over her.

Also CHIBI MOON I LOVE HER! (I do not like this kid in OG, like ever, set that creature on fire pls)

But crystal chibi moon? I adore that girl.

Season 3 was great, I LOVED IT so much.

I got my lesbian's in FULL glory.

I got Sailor Bi Moon.

I got hotaru and well, better writing in that arc compared to the butchered OG version

(If u prefer the OG version that's fine this is just how I feel)

And I'm really excited for eternal, its SO beautiful, the music makes me so emotional, the animation and art is beautiful, tbh it feels more like Sailor Moon than any of the other parts. It just instantly takes me to the manga.

(My brother and I both prefer crystal tbh)

Anyways we talk have our own opinions, and this is mine (made at 3am guys I'm tired)

The manga is BEAUTIFUL and so is Crystal, but OG has it's good points too, I like them all.

From a story and writing standpoint I think Crystal is superior to Og anime.

But if you want something more lighthearted and more slice of life the OG is probably for you!

Or you can be like me and love both.

(I also prefer crystal Usagi to OG Usagi more often than not, though OG usagi is definetly relatable like 100%, but I liked that maturity in Crystal Usagi that got stronger when her memories of her past life came to her, you can tell they all kinda go through an identity crisis and have to grow up "again" which is interesting to me)

Both stories however bring up great messages and promote femininity so much I love it ahhhh sailor moon is a treasure.

Crystal made me fall in love with the story, while OG made me lowkey ship Jadeite and Usagi in the first few episodes.

(Pls dont ask, ok, just don't, that one seen was a bit too hot for me to not immediately think they should kiss)

#sailor moon #sailor moon classic #sailor moon crystal #ramble #rant #god why did i choose to do this when im SLEEPY FOR FUCK SAKE #usagi tsukino #mamoru chiba #sailor scouts

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kuroopaisen · 4 years

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20, 25, 26 pls!

describe your perfect writing conditions.

uhhh i don’t really have any? tbh i’m pretty,,, detached from my surroundings and i don’t really prepare to write? i just open my laptop and hope for the best sdlkdfj but maybe i should try some writing “hygiene” if that makes sense!!

what do you look for in a beta?

ren. moving on--

the ideal beta is honestly someone who is just,,, really excited about your ideas and helping you improve as a writer :( constructive criticism is important, but my beta would also have to put up with my rambling because,,, yeah.

also someone very patient because holy shit my drafts are a mess,,, the amount of times i change tenses in any given piece is deeply shameful i’m--

do you beta yourself? if so, what kind of beta are you?

i do!

i’m more of an,,, “ideas” beta? i think i’m good for brainstorming and coming up with directions to take a fic, or scenes to bulk them out. i’m definitely better for the bigger picture when it comes to beta’ing? but i’m very Soft, even though i try my best to give some constructive criticism dkljs

i really enjoy doing that sort of stuff tho, so hit me up if you’d like!

#i'm starting a ren fan club hmu if you'd like to be part of it #rowan rambles

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fromcabin13 · 4 years

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what a rush!

pairing: Jerome Valeska x fem!Reader.

summary: Everyone has a favorite side when it comes to the dynamic of the villain and the main characters, some people love the thrill of a good sarcastic murderer that doesn’t consider death as powerful as everyone say it is and some people adore the dorky hero that has the casual thoughts of a five year old even if they end up saving the world. Your childhood best friend, Jerome, always wondered which character was her favorite, I guess he found out once he became the main character of their own mystery book. 2.5k.

note: i was thinking in turning this into a series lmk what u think i absolutely love getting constructive criticism or just thoughts that people have about what i write so pls do interact with me :(

Being in the circus wasn’t as fun as it seems. If you weren’t a talented child you got stuck taking care of the animals or taking care of the assembling. That was what bonded Jerome and _. The quiet guy that didn’t want to spend any more time with his mother and glorified the times when she was out of their trailer practicing or being on stage because he could finally find the peace that her lover's fists didn’t give him.

“Good evening, ladies and gentleman!” He would scream with a smile upon his face, pretending that the broom was a microphone and the public was only _. Showing her the real face behind his mask and boosting his ego every time her eyes sparkled at the sight of his devilish smile.

“You are really good at this.” She used to say. Making her way to the guy only to caress his cheek with a playful smirk. “You’ve got the looks and the attitude. The only thing that’s missing is your catchphrase.”

“My catchphrase?” Back when he was still a little innocent, he asked provoking her to jokingly tap his nose with her index finger.

“Powerful people have a catchphrase, something that makes everyone say 'Oh, that’s Jerome’s thing'. It doesn’t have to be a catchphrase necessary; it has to be something that represents you. Like...” she began enlisting the things that could represent him and tracing the path with her fingers. “Your majestic ginger hair,” her hand made her way to his hair only to make a mess with it just to watch it go back to its place. “your cold eyes,” the eyebrows seemed to be the best way to gesture his eyes, convincing his grin to come out. “or your perfect shiny loud smile. You do have a pretty smile. You know that, right?” Jerome seemed pleased with how she was complimenting him. He did like how smooth and confident she always showed to be when she flirted. “And your laugh! Oh, your laugh is my favorite thing in the world.”

Of course, _ didn’t realize that she was letting out of the cage the sound that would cause many nightmares in the future. She also didn’t realize that her compliments were only encouraging the need for attention of his psychopath best friend that, surprisingly, had a soft spot for the lonely tough girl that softened up from time to time only for him. But then again, how could she know? He was a boy with dead eyes that only smiled if he was with her. She showed him how funny watching practices were because of the chaos that the families usually created, he’d laughed for hours enjoying watching them punching each other. Secretly desiring watching them do more than fighting.

“You want them to kill each other?” She laughed when he finally confessed his thoughts. “They don’t have a strong mind to put up with death.”

Jerome liked that she constantly read books about mystery, always complimenting how dumb the killers were both in Gotham as in the books. He didn’t know the real reason behind her reading those novels, whether she wanted to be a cop or an evil mastermind. How ironic was life that gave him the answer the second he walked inside her and Mrs. Cicero’s trailer.

She flinched, getting closer to the redheaded with extreme cautious inspecting his hands covered in blood only to take them staining her as well. The answer came to his mind when instead of calling the police as any right mind would’ve done, she pulled him into a hug not even caring that he was smirking covered in his own mother’s blood.

The teen only said what he did to her mother without any further explanation; he just casually commented that he brutally murdered his mother with cero details. The fake psychic gasped hearing the scene that was happening in front of him, offering to help by thinking how to take care of the homicidal weapon. He ordered the eighteen year old friends to wash away any trace of blood that could trace them to the woman and _ asked herself if he was a secret serial killer because of how steady his voice was. She sort of understood how helpful Paul was not minding that he became accessory to a murder because she have wanted to do the same thing Jerome did since she first laid her eyes upon the woman.

Once the blind man was out of the place (trying to get some air to get his things straight), the girl glanced eagerly to the matricidal boy wanting to know the whole story but gave up when she was being pushed by him into the bath that was filling with cold water. There are some things that are better left unknown until the time is right.

As the water dripped from the tap, the smile from the face of the killer wore off leaving in its place a tired look filled with anger and grief. The girl knew it was for a good reason, he had to put up with his mother and the angry fists of her multiple lovers every night.

Both sat in front of each other, shaking the cold water away and scratching any trace of blood from their feet to their chests. He watched her silently as she analyzed the situation by looking at an invisible point on the wall, then the boy proceeded to gently wash away the blood that ended up on her face.

“How can you be so… calm?” She hesitated. Her childhood friend seemed long gone now that she knew what he had done. In front of her there was a man whose pulse didn´t tremble slitting his own mother open. She could wrap her mind around the idea of Jerome growing out of the mold of the perfect son that had to look into the devil’s eyes almost every day and still be calm about it, she always knew he eventually was going to explode but didn´t knew it was going to be like that.

“How couldn´t I? I´m free.” He laughed, letting the mischievous chill that his laughter had go down his friend’s spine. Suddenly the room felt as cold as the water they were in and she didn’t do anything else but to laugh at how things went down.

They chuckled their way until a few centimeters were between each other, he caught the glimpse of fear inside her eyes and suddenly his hands were around her throat until they weren´t. He let his arms fall to her back and hugged her as hard as he could without hurting the only human being he actually cared about.

They left the bathtub and he grabbed the change of clothing he had on her wardrobe, he used to stay over every time his mom brought home a guy that could actually hurt him really bad, like the time a drunk guy that was twice Jerome’s size walked through the door and he ran away horrified before having to be hospitalized.

_ adjusted the collar of his shirt, slowly trailing up with her eyes as she passed through his neck swallowing hard, to his playful smile and finally landing on the wink that made her lips curl up and raise her eyebrows.

“I need to confess that blood does look good on you.” That comment should’ve of gave her nausea but instead it unraveled on her a feeling that made her warm up inside.

After they followed the plan of the old man, the pair of the soon-to-be adults moved on with their daily activities such as helping put in the circus. Ignoring every question about the location of the snake dancer restraining themselves from telling the truth. For the first time, _ felt part of something greater than her; a murder was a big thing to commit and often did end up in many more serious things.

The thing was that she didn’t feel anything, she didn´t know if it was because the victim in question was a horrible person or because she was a mentally unstable person that would do anything for her best friend. She pushed the last idea aside, smiling at the ginger every time their met just like the routine they had, everything felt good and calm. She wished things could stay that way, she wished they could move on scratching Lila out of the picture saying she abandoned Jerome and live happily ever after in a future where both could get marry and pretend that the boy, that she had feelings towards to, wasn’t a psychopath that could commit a coldblooded murder without even blinking.

As expected, things didn’t go as she desired. The show began and they locked themselves in the trailer not knowing what to say, trying to play it off by lying down on the couch that he called bed. She rested her head on his chest, hearing how the steady heartbeats filled her with feelings such as confusion, fear and attraction. _ looked up, finding his eyes already staring at her.

“Have you ever imagined doing what you did?” her voice smoothed her way into his ears; the question resonated in his mind trying to think a way of sugarcoating his constant homicidal thoughts.

“When I’m angry.” The words came out harsher than he thought but she didn’t look surprised, deep down as she watched his mother yelling at him, she recognized that spark of madness in his eyes.

Instead of trying moving away from Jerome, she found a way to get their faces closer. “Have you ever imagined yourself murdering me?”

“The only scenario I imagine myself hurting you is one where we both want it.” He guffawed at his own comment, spreading his smile to her and accomplishing the goal of soothing the waters as she hit him playfully on his chest. That sooth environment quickly replaced the feeling of home for concern when they heard knocking on the door.

She placed a jacket over him giving him a side hug as both opened the door, taking care of her best friend considering the possibility of the knocking on the door being the GCPD ready to throw him on jail.

It was the GCPD. Luckily for them they didn’t know anything but had concerns about the disappearance of the woman that Jerome killed hours ago, the boy played the part of the soft boy worried about his trophy mother. The cop believed him, playing a game with his eyes glancing from Jerome to _ and making his way back to the boy’s eyes again, multiple times. Then Jerome had to send everything down the sink, announcing that she couldn’t of have been gone on a spree without any of her personal belongings.

She tensed her whole body until she felt his hand trying to interlace their fingers together, gladly corresponding to the poor attempt to calm her. It was working until they let loose the snake.

“The body is far away, _. The snake’s only going to escape and case closed.” He whispered onto her ear as they began to follow the animal. He was wrong and Sheba, the reptile, managed to find the body of the woman.

A collective gasp was heard within the crowd, the girl’s included, and Jerome burst into tears. At first, it hit her with confusion wondering if he was really regretting killing her, but as she kneeled down to hug the boy she knew it was all an act. He rested his forehead between her neck and her shoulder so she felt on her skin the smug smirk that gave her goose bumps.

GCPD took only Al at first right that instant while the actual murderers got inside of the Valeska’s trailer with sad eyes that turned into smiles when the door closed. The girl couldn’t help but to burst into cackles that were silenced by Jerome’s hand prisoning her to the wall looking worried.

Letting his hand fall slowly to her waist, he murmured right above her mouth without taking a chance of ungluing his eyes out of her lips. “If they hear us laughing, show’s over.”

Luckily for them, silence filled the room with honor because kissing didn’t make that much of a noise. She made her way, that day had been strange enough; she could make it weirder than it already was by making a move on the guy that she had had feelings for a long time. At first, it was an innocent peck on the lips of her best friend but, as soon as her best friend realized what was going on, he grabbed her by the back of her neck to pull her in for a deeper kiss.

As the tongues tangled together and casual smiles popped out of nowhere (or out of how much was the time they have been longing for that), his hands danced through her back to her waist and she lightly pulled his hair causing a moan to escape through the tiny gap between his lips, fomenting her to do it harder and taking advantage of the head falling onto her hand so she could kiss the now fully exposed neck.

The couple didn’t know what to do but to kill the time while waiting for the cops to come for them as soon as the acrobats disarmed the stage feeling sorry for the kid that lost her mother. But, on the other hand, killing time seemed fascinating as now Jerome’s neck was covered in bites soon to be hickeys and his hands replaced the girl’s waist for her hips and finally her thighs. The place where they draw the limit and realized that the adrenaline was addicting to the point of total chaos. If she’d only know that chaos, in a future, would be redefined by him.

The knock on the door that morning wasn’t as unpleasant as the last one since they had fallen asleep together and remembered the things that went down hours ago from then. They even laughed seeing through the window how they took every people in the circus with handcuffs.

“I bet you would look good on handcuffs.” He flirtatiously played the comment off as a joke, meaning what he said and taking a minute to look into his partner’s face for reactions.

_ smirked pushing him to the side so she could be the one that would open the door. “I bet you would look good putting me in handcuffs.”

They didn’t know what was happening, were they something? Could they call themselves “a couple”? Should they deny every assumption of them being together or should they laugh and shrug as they used to do? In all honesty that could’ve of matter in some other time but they were being escorted to the police precinct only the next day from when Jerome killed his mother and _ helped him to cover his tracks. Anything made sense, why would they?

There was something about having her knees bumping into Jerome’s inside a squad car, it made her dissociate with reality making her remember the night that she spent with him. Without even realizing it, her hand rested on his thigh making him raise an eyebrow while trying to hide his surprised face. Muffling the laugh that came out of his mouth with the sleeve of the blue sweater.

#gotham #gotham x reader #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska x you #jerome valeska smut #valeska brothers #gotham fic

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bazz-b · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon? — There’s a lot of freedom when you write a character with as little screen time as Bazz-B. I adhere strongly to everything known about him, and embellish the rest as I can. Some canon facts are a bit contradicting so we make do with what we can.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — Bazz-B is what happens when you cross punk with a volcano. Wronged as a child, betrayed by his God, he began a 1000 year crusade to infiltrate a holy army and kill God. Along the way he takes names and kicks ass, while balancing the burden of his secret goal and cultural obligation to aid his kind.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — The dude held a grudge for a 1000 years, pushed away the only person who cared about him, and then whined that he was betrayed. An ego bigger than his eccentric hair, he’s twice as obnoxious as he is loud.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — How dare you make me admit my secret shame.. When Bazz-B was first revealed in the manga, I snagged him in the group I was RPing in. Grimmjow was already so popular, and a lot of writers I looked up to were writing him, so there’s no way I was trying my hand at that. But this new fella reminded me of a Quincy Grimmjow. I WAS VERY WRONG AND I’M GLAD I WAS BUT THAT’S MY SHAMEFUL ORIGIN STORY.

What keeps your inspiration going? — I think it’s stupid how much I love Bazz-B. I went away for a while due to health reasons, but I never stopped loving him. Fleshing out everything that could have been, should have been, is and was-- any opportunity to talk about this man reignites my passion for him.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. (not often enough)

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO. (Bazzard and Zorn’s All American Tour)

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. (IT DEPENDS? I’M NOT EASILY OFFENDED BUT I’M SOFT)

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — God okay I thrive off criticism. Genuinely, it doesn’t need to be positive. I prefer negative criticism. I’ll only ever improve if people tell me what I suck at. I can be better, help me pls.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — I drool over that shit.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — I'd definitely be interested. Headcanons, I think, pertain to each persons portrayal, so if someone disagrees they must believe it’s inherently out of character. I’d love to discuss that!

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — I’d love to discuss that EVEN MORE THAN HEADCANONS. If someone thinks Bazz-B should be behaving differently, or acting differently in scenarios, I’d love to listen to why. If anyone loves Bazz-B and has thoughts you come to me, you sit me down and I will listen so raptly you’ll think I’ve frozen in time.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — To each their own! I know a lot of people aren’t a fan of Bazz-B, he’s very in your face, and I know a lot of the stoic characters are super popular. Wont make me love him any less.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — Oh God, please do. My biggest peeve is when I repeat words too often. Be my little microsoft word paperclip!!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — I think I’m terrible at continuing out of character conversations, as I’m always worried I’m bugging people, but other than that I am very easy. Unless you say “I wish to offend you” I’ll naturally assume you’re not trying to offend me. We all come across differently, I just assume everyone is here to have a good time.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: @hirako5hinji & @zombiequincy

#meme: answered #this was good fun oof

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the-judge-of-bones · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME.

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

TAGGED BY: @mrfunnybone TAGGING: Whoever see’s this and has a T or C in their username :P

(I would do this for gaster to but good lord this thing is longer then i thought HKDLAHS)

MY MUSE IS: CANON / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO (in Canon, no, he’s not relevant to the main story. If he didn’t exist, the game wouldn’t miss much in terms of playability, But i do play him in a way that makes him more relevant)

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (No matter the run you chose, You encounter sans at the end of the game)

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. (He’s well known because he helped in the construction of the core at a young age, Long before he was known for his lazy, joking nature)

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. (It’s neutral now because most people in the usual time, don’t know he worked on the core, they don’t even know he was a scientist! and sans is generally hush, hush about it. He has a hard to work around attitude and it takes a long time to know the true him past the heavy walls he’s built up. So many people only know him as the slightly off, lazy, jokester sibling of papyrus)

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? — While i do follow some points of canon, I am 100% far more canon-divergent then full canon, It’s just part of how i play muses. I put my own on my favorite chara’s and in some ways, make them my own.

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS. — Mysterious, Sans is someone you apparently know everything yet nothing about, he’s open yet closed off to all that matters. He’s more then meets the eye, but he doesn’t have the energy to put that forth because of what’s going on behind the scenes of the world they live in, He adores his brother and cares greatly for the people who get close to him even if it’s hard to manage some days, he walks a fine line between unaware’s and knowing all.

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?). — He’s not easy to get along with despite what the joking nature may seem, it’s at best ‘surface’ level type of friendship, He doesn’t like humans and he doesn’t like you. He can put on a facade for his friends, his family, but if you disappeared and didn’t come back? he wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t look for you, he wouldn’t do anything to get you back, Because unlike papyrus or toriel or anyone else, You aren’t worth the effort and you’d have to put a lot of work to get anywhere near that point.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? — I played sans in the past, a very, very long time ago. He was my first true muse on tumblr, but i didn’t play him well because i didn’t know what i was doing, It’s only recently that i saw the undertale fandom was still alive and well that i decided to jump back into this punny skeleton man i adored so long ago and turns out? my motivation for him never left! and i’ve laughed a lot in the short time i’ve played him.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? — It’s fueled a lot by my own love for the game, the character and the fandom itself but, that’s not to say it isn’t fueled by the interactions i’ve had either. it’s chaotic, silly, sad but wonderful, i’ve felt incredibly welcomed in a very short time ;w;

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? (This is one of those, i really damn well hope so but i’m not the best ‘judge’ of that :P)

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF? (Me, glancing at my giant drabble like headcannons, me?? Nooooooo)

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO (If i don’t occasionally churn out a full af drabble then assume i’m dead)

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO (Yes, even when i’m not writing him, there’s always ideas or things i want to do in my head)

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? (Of course!)

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. (I am!, even if other people didn’t like it, I’m happy with how i write)

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. / SORTA. (Generally no!, I can be sympathetic both for chara’s and the muns behind them but it’s not going to get to me in a way that really impacts me.)

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL? — Of course, as long as it’s viable and useful criticism, i am more then happy to take it. Will i always agree with it? no, But will i always take it into consideration? yes.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? — PLS

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — I’d be happy to know why someone dislikes it and what they have instead of that headcannon but i ain’t gonna be huffy if they don’t have a reason to dislike it

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? — I’d be more then fine with it, they can tell me WHY if they want to but i’m also not gonna care if people don’t like how i do it personally, there’s plenty of sans out there, each with their own unique interpretation of the character. Don’t like this one, Go find a different one, If you don’t like any of them. Maybe write him yourself! :D

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — I’d just shrug, Not everyone is going to like a character from a game, Like. I adore undertale but i don’t really like muffet. Does that mean i’m going to shit on muffet rpers? no. Does that mean i won’t interact with muffets? no.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS? — If you see them, you can but unless it’s a big mistake. i prob won’t go back to fix it.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? — Awh yeah, i am chaotic and feral but i’m friendly and i don’t bite. If anything, i’m overenthusiastic.

#The fallen human (Mun)#Away from the mountain (OOC)

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old christmas movie+ships anon here, tbh stannis/davos are hard in a christmas movie setting bc like, obv stannis always put a lot of effort in making christmas happy for shireen (maybe even agreeing to go to robert's except joffrey is a jerk so shireen doesn't wanna which is good bc stannis also doesn't wanna). so obvious plots like "stannis and shireen discover the true meaning of christmas when they celebrate with davos and his family" are out. 1/5

also i don't like movies portraying single parenthood as if it's DOOMED to "not quite happiness" unless the parent finds love again. and with davos we introduce the class theme! ...let me tell you how much i hate christmas movies who are like "giving food and gifts on christmas movies to poor people FIXES EVERYTHING". i would want at least one scene about how santa sucks if you are a poor kid. so basically i am imagining a christmas movie which is a critique of christmas.a movie where stannis frets about making christmas special for shireen and we learn that christmas is an overrated holiday (unless you are religious)(btw I also want a scene about how christmas is also a religious holiday, no pretending this is a completely secular tradition we ALL celebrate, i want a couple of scenes showing that many muslims and jewish people don't give a shit AND THAT'S FINE). to underline how much it's just a social construct, maybe davos and stannis have already been together for a while and this year are seriously celebrating together so they have to work out how to match family traditions and all their relatives (like visiting Marya's - either her grave or her house). also at some point davos, stannis and shireen snuggle together having cocoa and watching "The Hogfather" bc i say so. and stannis enjoys a family dinner where people actually like having him around. if we need a subplot... throbb also on how to mix traditions from different cultures and make new ones as a couple. maybe jon c doing a fundraiser - it unites the community but also people want to "feel good" and donate bc xmas. no jb, bc i feel like their christmas movie would be more about embracing traditions and I want THIS to be critical and chill. the christmas movie for people who don't mind christmas. 5/5

... anon do you think you could pitch this to netflix because it’s the christmas movie OF EVERYONE’S DREAMS PLS GIVE ME THE CLASS THEME AND ALL THE HATRED FOR THE MOVIES WITH PEOPLE GIVING FOOD ONCE PER YEAR AND THINKING IT’S THE END OF IT DFKLJGSDKGJDGJKLS also ofc stannis and shireen watch the hogfather that’s like peak stannis and davos christmas movie material u___u I LIKE YOUR THINKING ANON I LIKE YOUR THINKING A LOT

#stannis x davos for ts #I LIKE THIS #Anonymous #ask post

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Can I have a BNHA matchup? My nickname is Birdie, and I’m female she/her bi (preference for guys). I’m an INFP and I love to read, play Dungeons and Dragons, practice ukulele, piano, and karate. I aspire to be an author and love to write as well. I am quieter than most people, so a more extroverted partner to initiate stuff would be nice. I may not be affectionate at first but I’d warm up to PDA.

I won’t lie this took me a hot second to get together, mostly because I’m dead, head empty, no thoughts

#1 is…Iida!

Ok okokok so

You’re a person of the arts!!

You’re a fuckin!! Intellectual!!

(because let’s be honest you need to have like a solid 130 IQ to be able to play DND, with all the math and papers involved 😤)

So ofc he would be attracted to all of those features!!

Chances are that y’all met because one of you two were playing music

I know it hasn’t been confirmed that he plays piano or anything,

But he definitely seems like the type???

Either way one of you two are playing and the other’s like 👀

You two hit it off and the entire time he’s like

‘This is quite excellent! I, too, have an affinity for reading and the fine arts!’

Would die of happiness if you let him read your WIP or straight-up stories!!

Constructive criticism??

Yes pls

Honestly, he would probably just point out grammatical errors or really obvious stuff along the same vein

Plus since his family is famous and popular n shit

If there’s a fancy party and he’s allowed to take a guest??

Buckle up because you’re going!!

Every time someone asks who you are he’s like ‘this is my lover, Birdie!’

Hope you aren’t afraid of commitment because he’s in for the long run

For your first anniversary would get you some sort of 25k gold gemstone fancy promise ring

‘I hope this is neither too flashy or too dull! I simply wish to show you my love!’

The man loves you

#2 is…Midoriya!

He plays DND

No, you cannot tell me otherwise

You guys met at a DND group!!

He’s got all of his character sheets in a folder and the app on his phone

And maybe one of you are new to the group!!

Either way, y’all hit it off really fast

He’s in awe of how you handle your character

Spicy meme lord style? Always makes him laugh

Absolutely in character? He has no idea how you do it but he’s amazed

An in-between where you play it right but also crack jokes?? God

He’s in love

And if you go to UA!!

You bet your ass he’s gonna try and see you outside of dnd!!

Anytime that you’re in the cafeteria and he sees you he becomes the ‘i am looking’ meme

The one with the emoji with the big ol eyes

Lord help him if any of his classmates catch on

The exceptions being bakugou and Mineta probably

But they would all just try to be wingman midoriya??

It would fail lmao

And when he’s just about given up

You appear

And the scene is perfect ngl

The sun’s starting to set so the lighting? 👌

Near everyone’s gone home so the lack of people around? 👌

The soft smile on your face? 👌

Midoriya’s heart?? ❤🔫

Pretty sure y’all don’t even need to say anything about it

Just

‘You free on Saturday?’

‘Y-Yeah?!’

‘Cool. I’ll text you. It’s a date then.’

‘It’s a dATE-?’

#3 is…Tooru!

You want someone who’ll take one (1) look at the dorm’s flyer board and take y’all out for something three nights a week?

This is your gal!!

You literally won’t see it coming

She’ll just grab your shoulder and your entire body is snatched

Will spy on you just for kicks

Until you turn around all you see are a pair of shoes and gloves

You become one of those blurry twitter reaction images trying to bail

(naturally, she runs after you)

If you’re in bed writing something and you hear the door open

Do Not Be Surprised if there’s a crash on your bed

Whoops tooru’s there and she’s gonna cuddle you

Might pipe in about your story depending on your mood??

Not criticism or anything just like

‘Oh my god she did NOT’

Has the best reactions to stuff that happens in your stories

Despite being invisible

(and probably because of it let’s be honest)

She can and will give almost exaggerated responses to anything!!

she! will! speak! her! mind!

#matchups #one time I was playing dnd w my sister and dad #and I cut off a goblin's dick #it was great #matchup

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‘The Pandering Country Western Star’ Epilogue

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

You can also read it in full on AO3

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The final harmony of chords faded away as the video panned from a backyard scene with two kids playing to the starry sky above. Twin shooting stars shot across the sky before the video winked out to black with the words ‘Be Your True Self’ appearing on the screen.

Craig turned his grinning face to Red and Kevin. "Well? I think it was a good music video. One of my best."

The hand he kept on Tweek’s hip squeezed, and Tweek leaned against him. They had worked overtime this past month on that video, but it was the most fun Craig had had on set in a long time.

No worrying he was going to send some big, expensive Ford truck into a ditch. No pretending all the bikini-clad ladies that hung off him held any interest for him. Nothing that left him stressing out or uncomfortable by the end of the day’s shoot. Just he, Jimmy, Tweek, and Stan’s recruited kids playing around shooting a music video.

Red looked over Jimmy’s shoulder at the video editor program.

“You did all that with just some open-use software?” She asked, completely ignoring Craig.

Jimmy bobbed his head. “Yup. I’ve helped p-pl-plenty of indie musicians make their own videos. I’m practically a pr-professional.” He laughed, clicking to save the file, though he hadn’t made any changes.

Craig inserted himself into their conversation. “I asked what do you think? Of the song, anyway? Tweek and I wrote it together. It’s good, right?”

“It had a ukulele solo in it.” Red didn’t look up from the screen.

“So?”

“It had a ukulele solo.”

“I like ukuleles,” Tweek chipped in, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I learned it before I learned guitar. Jimmy taught me. That’s ok, right? No, that Jimmy taught me, that we used it, I mean. It’s supposed to represent the wonders of childhood dreams and—”

“And that I wanted a ukulele solo in the middle of the song,” Craig cut in. Right now, Red didn’t care about the song’s themes or underlying message of self-acceptance.

She then shrugged in a way that Craig knew meant she wasn’t going to make them retool the song, but she still wasn’t sure about it.

But Red wasn’t sure about any of this.

She’d complained to Craig that taking a year off to work on himself wasn’t the best plan for his career, but Craig had waved off her worries.

A year off to soul-search and decide if country music — or even music in general — was really what he wanted to dedicate himself to had been amazing for his mental health. He felt calmer and happier and refreshing

He also had enjoyed a year to spend more time with Tweek.

Tweek even let him perform with him on a video for his channel, and it had been the most fun performing Craig had had in a long time. (He had a lot of ‘most fun in a long time’ this past year, he was realizing.)

He didn’t have to keep up a persona or pretend. It was just an hour of him and his boyfriend caterwauling to any song they could half-way play and heaving with laughter when they messed up the lyrics.

His fans liked Tweek, best he could tell. They bombarded their video with comments about what a cute couple he and Tweek were, and how Craig or Tweek was lucky to meet the other, and that they should collaborate together on a song since their voices worked so well together.

A few ex-fans came to the video comments to stir up trouble, but to Craig’s relief both his and Tweek’s own fans were quick to shut down any trolling and report any particularly hateful comments.

Kevin rested his elbow on Red’s shoulder. “I liked the part with the space trip in the cardboard rocket. You liked it too, right, Red?”

Red grunted in response but continued talking with Jimmy about small edits he could make to the video.

“She liked it. The video and the song. You two did great.” Kevin gave them a thumbs up.

“It’s only as good as it is because of what a great lyricist Tweek is.” Craig nuzzled his hair.

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Tweek bumped his shoulder against him. “You really have an ear for melody and such a good voice. It’s no wonder you’re a star.”

“Well, you’re the only star I need,” Craig teased, earning a blush from Tweek. “You really are an amazing songwriter, though. You should be more famous than me with your talent.”

“You could write an amazing song by yourself if you wanted. I know you could.” Tweek rubbed a circle into Craig’s lower back through his T-shirt. If he were a cat, he’d be purring in delight both from the compliments and the gesture that accompanied them.

Craig grinned cheekily. “So if I wanted to write an entire album to my love of guinea pigs, I could? You’d support me?”

“Only if you let me include a song about my budgies as a bonus track.”

Jimmy gagged. "If you two are going to act like m-m-mush-mushy teenagers and shit, go to the living room. The adults are trying hard to work."

"Jimmy, I've been on a date with you, and you are no better." Tweek snorted and coiled his arm around Craig's waist so his hand also rested on his boyfriend’s hip.

Jimmy opened his mouth, thought for a moment, then shut it with a shrug. "You know what? I'll give you th-that one."

"Give them whatever you want, but I agree they should go." Red straightened back up, nearly hitting a desk lamp set on a pile of folders. "I think we all should. It’s cramped."

She wasn't wrong. Jimmy's workroom was a mess of stacked papers and boxes and old filing cabinets. Craig couldn't take a full step any direction but backwards without hitting something or someone.

Jimmy pressed control and s to save the recent changes before stretching. "I think Mrs. Red is r-right," he announced. "Besides, Stan's coming over soon. I need to make sure the house is b-b-ba-baby proof."

Craig nearly pointed out that Stan's kids were in upper elementary school, only to remember all the trouble he got into at that age and shut his mouth.

“Don’t call me that,” Red ordered before pushing her way out of the cramped office, nearly sending Tweek and Craig into a pile of works in progress.

Craig rolled his eyes.

Deep down, Red was happy Craig was doing music and art that felt true to his true self; she was just stressed by all the issues a switch in style like this would cause. There would be fans who would claim Craig was abandoning country ‘now that he was gay’ and fans who would call him a sellout.

Worse, if his new shift failed dramatically, his career could suffer for it more than it ever would for coming out as gay.

After a few minutes, everyone made they’re way out of the cramped office and to the living room. Just outside it, Craig’s phone buzzed. He took it out then pursed his lips. Tweek paused and looked back at him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

Craig put the phone back in his pocket without replying to the text. “Thomas asking to see how Red liked the song.”

Though he was still mildly upset with Thomas, the two had worked through at least most of their problems to the point their relationship was ‘sort of friendly, but not really friends.’

It was Tweek suggestion that they let Thomas critique their newest song. Craig didn’t really like the idea of his ex giving constructive criticism over his and his current boyfriend’s work, but in the end, he had to admit that the critique had been a big help adding flow to the wording of the chorus.

“Are you going to tell him she liked it?” Tweek frowned. “If you’re going to ignore him, I’ll message him for you.”

“Nah, I’ll reply later, but right now,” Craig grabbed Tweek’s hand, “I want to go steal Red and Kevin’s seat with you.”

He peeked into the living room were Red sat pressed up against Kevin in a loveseat. She barely fit in his lap, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. If Craig sat on both of them, Red would have to stand up to push him off, then Tweek could dive in and take the seat. Craig then would proudly sit on Tweek’s lap and watch with a snicker as Red fumed about it until Kevin pulled her down to sit on the couch with Jimmy.

Chuckling, Tweek nodded in agreement.

“That sounds awesome.” And the two walked into the living room.

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AN: Thanks to everything who reblogged and liked this work. :) It means a lot! I hope you enjoyed it. :)

#south park #sp creek #fanfiction #tweek tweak #Craig Tucker #multi chapter #jimmy valmer #sp red #kevin stoley #revin #creek

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daaaamn aj, back at it again with the long as fuc headcanons !! anyway hi everyone it’s me this is saint he’s a pretentious fuck & my ( really long, sorry, feel free 2 skip them, there’s a tl;dr summary in my bulletpoints so u can just scroll past it ) headcanons and intro stuff is under the cut !

first headcanon. while most houghton parents are doctors, lawyers, and business executives, saint’s always been something of a horse of a different color. his family certainly isn’t unwealthy—he does, after all, live in one of those multi-million-dollar brownstones in beacon hill auctioned by freaking sotheby’s—but they’re certainly neo riche, which can be sort of hit or miss, depending on who you’re asking. saint is not unlike his parents in that they surround themselves with a kind of off-kilter opulence ( sure, that kind of cash value would have bought them a newly constructed sleek mansion in the suburbs, but why go for something new and modern when you could live in a brownstone with over three hundred years of history that, supposedly, one of the founding fathers lived in? besides, you just can’t beat that location—never mind that the brownstone’s been totally gutted and replaced with sleek, modern interior anyway, and definitely not anything that ben franklin or whoever would have touched ) while pretending to eschew materialism and vanity. why else would they live in boston instead of new york or la, right? anyway. saint is the only son of the one and only cordelia st. mercy ( pronounced, unlike saint’s name, the french way—san merci, which sounds hilariously close to ‘sans merci,’ meaning ‘without mercy,’ a joke that is not lost on saint ), a renowned fashion photographer and portrait artist ( think in the vein of annie liebovitz and arthur elgort ) with a marked celebrity and high art clientele, and also the one and only son of the less elegantly named garrett wallace ( a pen name; his real name is garrett wallerstedt, but his editor and agent agreed that last names that are difficult to pronounce are harder to sell ), whose grisly but artful novels earned him a national book award in 1997, a film deal in 2001 ( the film was a critical and box office success but, in garrett’s opinion, too reductive of his book; ‘pure snuff’ ), and a professorship in the creative writing program at MIT. yes, that MIT, which yes, does have a creative writing program, and yes, it’s a very good one. SO—that’s the pedigree saint mercy-wallace was born into, and it probably explains a whole lot about him. his parents are not and were never married, so he can’t quite say he’s a child of divorce. instead, he spends the school year with his father while his mother travels all over the world, doing her work, though she comes home for holidays and saint’s birthday, and the summers he spends with his mother, dipping his feet into the world of the new york art scene. it was an unusual arrangement, but not a bad one; it was a long time before saint even understood that his family situation was out of the ordinary, but, like, at least he knew both his parents loved him or whatever. they are both pretty emotionally distant and prone to getting caught up in their own work—his father is always focused on teaching or poring over his latest book or invited to give a talk somewhere, for example—but it’s not a bad situation. they’re just more like friends than parents. as a result, saint grew up with a lot of freedom ( more than most of his houghton peers, whose helicopter parents put the weight of the world on their shoulders ) and little discipline, often left to his own devices and trusted with the ability to take care of himself.

second headcanon: ah, yes. the houghton food chain. it’s easy to say saint sits at the dead bottom. like, he’s not even the bugs that get eaten by the birds or whatever. he’s the plant that gets eaten by the bugs. or the soil nutrients that get consumed by the plants—something like that. but the easy answer isn’t necessarily the correct one, and you see, once upon a time, saint sat somewhere near the top. he was never number one, of course, but he was up there, in that little crew of self-proclaimed high school princes and princesses ( quite literally, what with calling themselves windsors and all ). and he fit quite well, all things considered. what, with his pseudo-celebrity family background and his instagram roll full of selfies with models and musicians and actors and that specifically youthful brand of devil-may-care attitude that bordered at times on cruelty—he was a perfect fit for the windsors, his five-story, oft-empty brownstone the perfect venue for their parties and his unconscious need to belong to some kind of family the perfect host for going along with anything that dante and his ilk said. that’s not to make it sound like he was manipulated into it or anything of the sort—he wasn’t. he and dante were good friends—they were all good friends—and like anyone would, saint relished in the perks that came with sitting at the king’s left hand instead of dancing for his entertainment. he was ( and still is ) always the kind of person who gave off an air of not really caring about anything at all, but that’s especially easy when you want for nothing. his life was impossibly easy. too easy, perhaps—exactly what went down that infamous day when saint fell from his high school pedestal remains a mystery. all anyone really knows is this: it was your typical rager at chateau mercy-wallace. the party was going as saint’s parties typically did, so, pretty well, until saint cut the music and ( red-rimmed and wild-eyed, or stinking of about a hundred cigarettes, or with a bloody nose from too many lines of coke, depending on who’s telling the story—it’s morphed a bit over time ) threw everyone out of his house with no explanation. just a party’s over, fuckwads, get outta my house, and some monologue about the bullshit superficiality of high school, of all of them, about how they were all talking in circles and repeating the same lines over and over, but not even their own lines, lines they’d inherited from generations and generations past. it’s equally up for debate whether saint left the windsors or was kicked out, but there’s something of a general consensus that it was in the muddy lines of both. that went down somewhere towards the middle of the end of his junior year. since then? total social pariah. he left behind the lacrosse and soccer teams, opting instead for chain-smoking under the bleachers and cutting class. he’s a mystery, that saint mercy-wallace.

third headcanon: they were friends until they weren’t. they met in middle school and hit it off pretty easily, these two sons of daedalus who feared not the dangers of flying too close to the sun. they were handsome and charming and confident and gifted and the world opened for them—it made it easy to get along. eleven-year-olds didn’t need much by way of substance to start friendships. if you were to ask saint, looking back on it, after that they remained friends out of habit—because they were in the same place at the same time, because they had similar privilege, because they both felt they could do anything and get away with it, because they had similar luxurious sensibilities. it was ( if you ask saint ) what really bonded all of the windsors together more than any other kind of commonality. but, you know. when you wake up—as saint describes it, a waking up—and you look around and you see all this shit you’ve been brainwashed into thinking matters about anything, and you call out the only flimsy common ground you’ve got. well. you’re not going to be friends anymore, are you? after that, saint didn’t harbor any particular resentment towards dante, but he made no attempts to be friendly, often making snide remarks about the absurdity that was the whole premise of the “windsors” and how maybe they all needed to get outside and look at something other than their phones once in a while. he was still fairly shocked and upset by his death—nobody wants anyone to die, old friend slash new enemy or otherwise—but not enough to make a big thing out of it. saint’s had a pretty hard time feeling much of anything these days.

OK THE TL;DR VERSION:

son of a big hotshot fashion/art/celeb photographer ( cordelia aka cordy st. mercy ) and an acclaimed writer, essayist, novelist, thinker, etc ( garrett wallace, who teaches creative writing at MIT )

lives in a big ol brownstone in boston proper, often left to his own devices

his parents are not married to each other so he usually spends the school year w dad and the summer w mom - pls advise if u want some kind of step sibling or “our parents are dating this is terrible!” connection

used to be a windsor ! he was once (in)famously a member of the elite Inner Circle(TM) until he even more infamously had a giant burnout , threw everyone out of his house during a Classic Saint Rager ( he used to be known for throwing parties ), stopped hanging out w the windsors and has been kinda.....weird ever since

i mean don’t get me wrong he was always a pretentious fuck but he used to be better at keeping it inside and like having fun and talking about silly things now he hates talking about basic high school bullshit

his instagram is full of selfies w models and artists and musicians and actors and he only listens to bands you’ve probably never heard of who are “on the up and up”

and also house music and gregorian chants and weird af shit he’s into, like, industrial noise. anyway..........

prides himself on being very fashion forward and forward thinking in general

BIG MESS

literally never says things that aren’t . ridiculous

examples:

“can’t today my existential dread is acting up”

“i only eat squid ink pasta it’s the most melancholy of pasta”

“i can barely navigate the hellish vortex between breakfast and dinner, let alone the labyrinth of the soccer field” ( said when he quit the soccer & lacrosse teams, which he used to play )

does not give a single fuck about anything ever

chainsmokes like u wouldn’t believe catch him on the bleachers during football practice wearing all black and smoking three cigarettes at once it’s disgusting ( lowkey he thinks it looks cool lol what a loser )

reads pretentious af shit like jd salinger and allen ginsburg and the other beats and thinks he’s so edgy. kill him

skips class.....all the time . . . . but has really good grades ? wild

hates everyone and everything that isn’t Elegant

acts like he’s so above all this high school hierarchy nonsense & too cool for it & blah blah but uh

he’s probably just depressed

maybe still gets invited to parties if people forget for a second that he’s a giant fucking weirdo now? but maybe not

i would Love a ferris bueller to his cameron frye but we’ll see

anyway he’s super hard to plot with but you should plot with me anyway

this has been an intro by aj thanks for coming to my ted talk

#houghtonintro

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chyeahlex16 · 6 years

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Since I am not spoiler free...

BOY have I got THINGS TO SAY

Spoilers down below, pls talk to me if you’ve seen the season!!

First of all, of the top of my head bc i just saw something that reminded me of it, can we just talk about those flashbacks???

That outfit that Texas Kogane was wearing-- correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what Keith dressed SHIRO in when they got him back in the first fucking episode of season one??? And the gloves??? Keith’s wearing his dad’s gloves???

And during the broganes flashbacks--Does that mean the hoverbike is Shiro’s and Keith took it over after he disappeared??

And can we talk about the Galran traits Keith had when he was fighting Clone Shiro? The eyes, maybe the teeth, and I think even the purple skin at one point?? Plus he’s apparently taller, ‘grizzlier’ and whatever else Lance called him lmao he ain’t slick pfft

Speaking of Lance, I find it hard to say things that aren’t complaints bc I really don’t want to complain about things this season. We were handed something that didn’t leave me 100% unhappy and unsatisfied, and I wanna take that with grace and not be all nitpicky and weird about. I feel like the more we complain and nitpick at it, the less we’ll encourage other potential shows that might wanna do what we ask for, if that makes sense? That’s not to say there aren’t things to complain about, (bc let’s be real........you know,,,,) , but maybe keep it to constructive criticism instead of verbal attacks? Maybe I’m just sensitive but a lot of the things I see are really..... aggressive. Tbh Idek why I’m saying this as if anyone important is gonna read it aslkdjalk ignore me i guess lol

Anyway, let’s talk about the good things with Lance! My boy got some screen time giving those orders!! Being in charge, giving out good plans, doing good things!! Offering encouragement and being stern and levelheaded when needed, all that good stuff. Yes, a bunch of his screen time was him being jealous of Lotor and Allura, but again, I’m tryna focus on the positives here. I’m so excited to see what happens when they go home!!!! I wanna see Lance’s family!! Wanna see him extend it around!!! Wanna see him welcome everyone into his home!! And he was so suave when he was playing as his character in the DND episode, that was great!

Speaking of the DND episode, it was actually really good I think! It made me laugh a bunch, and although it was a lot of comic relief and funny times... actually, I think that’s all it was... I’m v tired and the earlier episodes are blurring, ngl. Moving on! It was a good episode that made me laugh and showcased a lot of their strengths and abilities to work as a team, and I love the jokes they made about Shiro in it. Really humanized him and made him more like one of them, if that makes sense? I feel like he’s always been treated as Black Paladin, Leader of Voltron, Levelheaded Person At All Times, when, like, he’s a real person with lots emotions and joys too?? Ya know, a human, on the same level as the others. I feel like, as far as the show goes, he’s put on this pedestal and only taken down in rare moments, like the jokes in the DND ep and (only instance i can think of off the top of my head) the laser gun noises instance in s1.

AND SPEAKING OF SHIRO, CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE ASTRAL PLANE SCENE WITH KEITH. His fucking explanation of what happened to me killed me. He said he DIED and I WANTED TO DIE. I’m very surprised by this season, it’s the only one to have made me almost cry in the span of like 3 episodes like this. Where emotions come in, this bitch really tried to go for it. They had me for a bit, ya know?? I laughed, I wanted to cry, I got angry and annoyed and irritated, the whole shebang, it did a good job of getting an okay range of emotions out.

Everyone else is talking about this too, but they made Keith look so good in this season??? Like, as a lesbian, I am surprised; they made my sons look amazing. And this sparked the need to complain about the Krolia scene continuation from “You’re my mom??” but. But. I am not going to complain (yet ). And I’m not going to reblog discourse either. I am not tryna be in the business of tearing down things that potentially make me happy. This season gave me moments of happiness. Sparse moments, but moments nonetheless. It left me hopeful for the next season bc let me be an honest bitch and say that I have no idea what’s gonna happen next. All I can say is I hope they don’t fuck it up.

For now, I think this concludes my bubbling thoughts on season 6 for the night/morning. It’s 3am and I am Tired. If you’ve made it this far on my ramblings, thanks for reading, I probs didn’t make much sense, pls come talk to me further about it!! Let’s gush!! And although I said I wasn’t about the complaining that doesn’t mean you can’t come into my messages to complain! I’m actually a fair bitch who will hear you out lol, we can discuss. But yeah. I look forward to all the art and fanfics that will come from this season, even tho I myself as a writer can’t think of anything I could write from this. It was kinda... dry of substance for my tastes. But after a few days of mulling it over, I’m sure something will come to me and many others.

I go slep now goonigh <333

EDIT: HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE FUCKING WOLF???? MY BOY HAD A PET AND I NEVER EVEN LEARNED ITS NAME BUT I LOVED THAT MONTAGE OF BONDING BETWEEN THEM, MAY IT BE LOYAL AS FUCK TO HIM

#longpost #vld s6 #vld spoilers #vld s6 spoilers #my rambling thoughts #chacha speaks

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goldproblems · 7 years

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I saw this post yesterday and it inspired me, so I did this! @theirglassofteaat221b hope you don’t mind!!

Also, note that this wasn’t beta’d so if you guys find any mistakes pls tell me!!

Sherlock and John had been woken up my Sherlock's phone ringing. John was on his back with Sherlock's legs over his hip and his hand on his chest. Both groaned and shifted a bit, not pleased with being woken up. Sherlock's head naturally gravitated towards John's neck, and John wrapped his arm around Sherlock.

The phone didn't stop ringing, and so Sherlock turned around and got his phone from the bedside table. It was Lestrade calling, he needed help with a case. Sherlock couldn't be more thrilled, and he rapidly got out of bed and dressed in less than ten minutes. With Sherlock standing next to their bed, fully dressed, John (still lying down) looked at him for second or two.

"Love, calm down. Didn't Lestrade said we didn't need to hurry?"

"Don't say nonsense. It's a case, John! We need to go, get out of bed," he said while lowering himself down to give John a kiss. John smiled, he was just about to ask Sherlock for his missing good morning kiss, but as always, the detective beat him to it.

The cab ride there was quiet, but their hands were locked on each other's all the time, John's thumb caressing softly, feeling Sherlock's skin.

"So, did Lestrade said what the case was about?"

"No, don't care. It's good to be out of the house for a case."

"You didn't seem too bothered about staying inside for these last couple of days." John looked at Sherlock, smirking.

"Not so much, no," Sherlock said this and then gave John's lips a small kiss, but he seemed to ask for more, so the next kiss was filled with promises and intent.

The last few days had been amazing. Sherlock and John had just finished investigating a case, and so John had been preoccupied in giving Sherlock his much-needed care after every case. That also included, of course, endless hours spent on the bed, making Sherlock laugh and blush and moan. God, John loves to make Sherlock blush, to see the contrast between the pink and the pale white of Sherlock's face.

That was happening now, in the cab, when John understood the intent in the kiss and reciprocated. When they both parted, they looked at each other and joined their foreheads together.

God, Sherlock thought, I want to marry this man. I want to wake up by his side every day for the rest of my life. I want to be taken care of by him every time I end a case. I want his hands on mine forever. I want to hear him say yes on the altar and I want to be introduced to people as Sherlock Watson. Yes, I want his name, I want to have him any way I can.

Emotions overcame him, he couldn't stop smiling.

"What are you thinking about?" John whispered.

"You." Simple enough of an answer, John thought.

The cab arrived at its destination and Sherlock stepped out, leaving John to pay the fare. The crime scene was inside a house, and he could see Lestrade and his team waiting outside for him, police tapes surrounding the place and officers protecting the perimeter.

Walking in the direction of the crime scene, Sherlock felt distracted. All he could think about was how his name would sound with ‘Watson' at the end. That made him blush once again. He could hear John running behind him, and so he swept these thoughts out of his mind. Tried, anyway. Curious, what love does to one's mind...Concentrate, you have a case to solve.

By this time, John was already by his side. As they both were ready to cross the police line, an officer stopped them.

"What do you think you're doing?" He yelled at them.

"Where's Lestrade?" Sherlock said with the most boring tone of voice he could ever find. "Tell him Sherlock Watson is he-"

The realization came over him as he said that word and he stopped in time, wondering how could he be so careless. They were only together for a few weeks, John wouldn't be happy about his. Oh god, I'm so stupid!

The police officer stared at him, waiting and unsure of what to do, clueless about what really happened. Sherlock didn't have the courage to look at John, not now.

"Hmm… sorry," He said with a lump in his throat, "tell Lestrade Sherlock Holmes is here and make yourself useful," Sherlock snapped at the young man with bitterness in his words, thinking it could cover for the worry his voice really transpired. As he watched the poor man running to the house, Sherlock stared at it and not once glanced at John, who was at his side. He could hear John's footsteps on the pavement and his breathing.

"‘Sherlock Watson, then?" There was an emphasis on the last name and Sherlock almost shivered at that.

"It was nothing. Forget about it," Sherlock delivered in a cold attitude, not wanting to prolong this conversation any longer.

John put himself in front of him. "You know what? I think that could work nicely." His voice was soft and sweet. Sherlock couldn't believe what he was hearing. Now, Sherlock's eyes looked for John's in a hurry and all he could find in them was understanding and wanting. John was smiling like a child.

Something broke the connection between them and John went back to where he was standing. The young officer had come back and with him was Lestrade.

"Sorry about that, he's new around here," Lestrade said glancing a defying look to the new officer, "thanks for coming, but I don't know if you're going to find this one interesting."

He was right, it was a rather easy case and Sherlock and John were back at the house a few hours later. The afternoon passed and Sherlock couldn't stop thinking about anything else. Later that night, when they were already in bed snuggling with each other, Sherlock spoke soft like a whisper into John's ear, "Were you serious about what you said, this morning?"

"Sherlock, Love, of course. I was serious."

There was not a shrink of doubt in his voice. He shifted so he was looking down on Sherlock, his hand on Sherlock's curls, drawing circles on his scalp.

"Look, I know this – us – is relatively new. But Sherlock, I know for a fact I don't want to spend another day without you. It's you, Sherlock, it has always been you. So…why wait? If you want to be called Sherlock Watson, let's bloody do it then."

This filled Sherlock with a warm, cosy feeling inside his belly. He didn't know what to respond, so he did it in another way. He kissed John with everything he had, his hands all over John like he was trying to memorise every single curve on John's body.

"I love you, John."

John stared into Sherlock's eyes, "I love you too, more than anything."

I would love for you to tell if you liked it or not, and possibly give some constructive criticism!!

@consultingbeekeepers @fellshish @inevitably-johnlocked @gimmelovethatlast @notaboutcake

#my ficlet #johnlock ficlet #johnlock #this is happening #hope it's not trash #hope somebody likes it

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voltron-legendary-pretender · 7 years

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Awaken, My Love

Summary: Prompt fill from a lovely anon - Keith hurts Lance during his Galra awakening and is really upset about it. Lance can’t bear watching the one he loves in so much pain and he does everything he can to make him feel better. Sad but fluffy with a happy ending! Whump overload >.<

*side note - they cannot put Keith in a pod while he is changing as it could mess up the process and could lead to further difficulties in the future so our lil baby boy is just gonna have to suffer for a while.

Warnings; Non-descriptive injures, mentions of blood, mentions of vomit

This has been sitting in my drafts for months now as I am a perfectionist and I felt as though there were some sections that needed a bit more umpf ya know?

I really enjoy writing for you guys please dont think I’d ever just abandon this blog I just wanted it to be as good as I could make it but in the end I decided to give myself a break and I’ve decided to post without edits!

Hope you enjoy don’t hesitate to leave a comment or a critique I read them all and welcome constructive criticism of my work :)

I am here to become a better writer so please tell me what Ii need to improve on/ what you would like to see from me next!

Panic filled Lance’s sleep-clouded mind when he was startled awake that faithful night to find his boyfriend Keith writhing around their shared bed in immense pain, releasing high-pitched screams of pure agony. They both knew this day would come, but neither of them could’ve guessed it would be so soon.

Lance swore he could feel each individual heart strings being torn to shreds as he looked on helplessly. He watched in horror as Keith’s skin began to exhibit small patches of purple and claws ripped their way through his nail-beds tearing the skin off his fingers and causing blood to flow freely from the fresh wounds. Keith spluttered out more blood along with several of his human teeth before turning to Lance, his now golden eyes glazed over from the disorientating pain.

“H-help me” he pleaded pitifully in a voice so broken Lance wondered if he’d ever be able to piece him back together.

All concept of time had faded during the ordeal, but after what must have been around 20 minutes of what could only be described as hell, Keith’s yells and cries had subsided and been replaced by soft whimpers accompanied by the silent tears we streamed down his now purple face.

As Keith fell into a restless slumber the gravity of what had just happened hit Lance full force. All their lives would be changed forever and that worried Lance.

What if Keith was different when he came around? What would become of the team? What would happen to the love they once shared?

With each awful thought came a further pang of anxiety, they landed Lance’s stomach like raindrops hitting the bottom of a tin bucket, threatening to overflow at each additional worry. Lance was tempted to wake the others, he really hated going through this alone; he could really use one of Hunk’s famous hugs right now, but deep down he knew that if everyone were to arrive into the small room it would only upset Keith more, and right now keeping Keith as comfortable and as safe as possible was priority.

The training Lance had received from Coran all those months ago when it was first discovered that Keith was part Galra had now kicked in. The “So Your Boyfriend’s Galra?” crash course had been extremely helpful to Lance and it gave him a deeper insight on how to care for Keith. Keith often suffered from bad migraines and ran abnormally high fevers from even the smallest cold, afflictions that could usually be cured by bed rest and tender words of comfort from Lance, but this, this was a whole new ball park.

Lance was soon snapped back to reality however as Keith’s whines grew louder and he once again began to thrash around on the bed.

“Okay, you can do this!” Lance reassured himself as he got off the bed and made his way to the door to fetch a first aid kit, a damp cloth and a water pouch for Keith. He was going to do exactly what Coran had instructed all those months ago, back before Lance’s worst nightmare became a reality.

Letting out a shaky sigh as the sliding door whooshed open, Lance turned back around to face Keith’s disheveled form one last time before promising;

“I’ll keep you safe love, we’ll get through this.” in a barely audible whisper, more so to calm himself than Keith.

On his arrival back things were bad.

There was a lot more blood and Keith had vomited on himself. It was as if Keith’s body was shedding itself inside and out. Clumps of hair accompanied large pieces of torn skin and broken nails on the once blue duvet that was now stained a deep purple with blood and bile. It was heart breaking. Lance was frozen in the doorway in pure horror.

Keith hadn’t noticed Lance re-enter the room, yet as he curled in on himself on the bed he feverishly chanted Lance’s name like a mantra,

“L-lance, -ance ahh ah d-don’t t l-eave pl-lease m-mak-e ahh it it s-st ah stop”

That was it.

Coran’s no touching rule be damned, Keith needed to know Lance was there for him, no way was this boy ever going to feel abandoned ever again.

Placing the first aid materials down on the bed-side locker, Lance quietly scooched up behind his beautiful boyfriend, my God, he didn’t deserve any of this pain.

A gentle rub on the back that Lance intended to be a form of comfort back-fired quickly.

No sooner had the palm of his hand made contact with Keith’s back did the latter boy let out a hiss that sounded like that of a wild panther’s, before turning around with claws bared and slashed Lance across the chest.

“D-don’t t-touch me!” He yelled as Lance flopped back into a kneeling position in disbelief. He held his hand to his aching chest and pulled it away only to find fresh crimson liquid pooling in his palm.

Sheepishly looking down Lance caught sight of the three angry claw marks that had ripped through his pajama top and were causing blood to ooze out of his once flawlessly smooth skin.

He needed help. Fast.

Grabbing the remote beside his bed he set off the alarms in the castle to wake everyone up before leaving a frantic message.

“Guys, I-I need you all down h-here right now, arghh K-Keith’s changing. I I need h-help, hurry p-please”

Before he knew it the remaining paladins had arrived accompanied by Allura and Coran. Keith was now yelling again and more blood began to stream out of his mouth. Everyone was taken aback by the scene they were witnessing but soon sprang into action to help.

It was all a blur. Lance could vaguely remember being carried to the infirmary by Hunk, along with two other concerned voices which later turned out to be Coran and Pidge, Allura and Shiro left to deal with “the Keith situation”.

Dizzy and delusional from the blood loss, Lance began to cry and apologize to Coran.

“I-I’m sorry I d-didn’t d-do wh-what ahh you you t-told me, I - I w-want-ed him to to kno-w that that I-I...”

Lance’s sobs were cut off by Coran placing his strong hands on the trembling boys shoulders before speaking “Hey look at me” he said in a voice so gentle Lance couldn’t help but comply.

“I am so proud of you, do you hear me? You did amazing, Keith will be fine, but this is an extremely traumatic thing to go through, he needs you to be there for him okay? Right now your job is to get better so you can be there for him, all you need to do right now is focus in getting better alright?”

Lance nodded meekly in response.

“That’s my boy!” Come on now let’s get you into a pod and you’ll be right in a jiffy!” Coran announced.

Right as Lance stepped into the pod the older man embraced him in a warm hug.

“We all love you Lance, were so proud of you, you did so well” were Coran’s parting words. New tears sprang from Lance’s eyes but for the first time in a long time they were tears of joy, of pride. Yeah, he did good.

Just a couple of hours later the pod door whooshed open and Lance fell into the loving arms of his second family. Everyone was there except for Keith and Shiro.

“How is he?” Lance questioned no one in particular.

“Better” Allura supplied with a grimace. “It appears the worst is over, Shiro’s with him now”

“He’s been calling your name this entire time, he thinks you hate him” Pidge interjects sadly.

“Yeah” sighed Hunk. “he’s really beat up about the whole thing, he didn’t mean it.”

“I know that!” Lance practically yells. “I gotta see him is he still in the room?”

“Yes, unfortunately moving him to the med bay would have done more harm than good at this stage” Allura stated.

“Go to him my boy!” Coran said to Lance as he was already half way down the hallway.

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Lance yelled back down to the others.

Lance was greeted by a very tired looking Shiro at the door who let him back into the room.

Hey how you doing buddy?” Shiro whispered. It appeared Keith had passed out again and Shiro was trying to keep him as well-rested as possible.

“I’m fine, why is he in restraints?” Lance replied, motioning towards Keith who looked worse for wear. Shiro let out a deep sigh before explaining.

“After he hurt you, he went nuts, he-he said he was a monster.” Shiro looked down sadly before continuing. “We had no choice he kept hurting himself, we tied him down so he would stop, some of the wounds are pretty deep, I’m stitching them up now while he’s out.”

“Oh God” Lance’s heart was broken.

He approached the chair placed beside his boyfriend’s head and leaned down to kiss his his pain stained face as he took one of Keith’s bandaged hands into his own.

“Thank you for taking care of him Shiro. Go get some rest, I’ll take it from here” Lance said with a soft smile as he used his thumb to rub soothing circles onto the back of Keith’s injured hand.

“Are you sure Lance?” Shiro questioned.

“Yeah, totally” Lance replied instantly, eyes still locked firmly to Keith.

“I’m never gonna leave your side I promise” he whispered into his partner’s blood-soaked mullet.

“He really loves you you know” Shiro said as he stood in the door way.

“Yeah, I know. I know.”

At some point Lance must’ve dosed off, only to be awoken by the sound of Keith muttering in his sleep. His face was all screwed up and it appeared he was having a nightmare.

“ahh no no monster, m-monster no n-no Lancee no don-t leave-e me n-no ahh”

Lance felt like he could drown in the sadness that was flooding his insides at the sight of the boy he loved in so much pain.

“Ssh, I’m here, I’m here, I love you Keith, so much, shh it’s okay” Lance hushed as he stroked Keith’s hair.

With that his eyelids snapped open.

“Lance!” he gaped.

“Hello love, how are you feeling? Let me take these restraints of they can’t be comfy-”

“NO!” Keith yelled. “I’m a monster, I’m evil, I’ll just hurt you, please, don’t l-let me hurt you” Keith began to sob.

“Hey, hey it’s alright. It was an accident Keith! Ii love you babe. I’m so proud of you for making it through this, you are so strong dear” Lance consoled him as he unlocked the restraints before opening his arms up for a hug. Keith seemed to hesitate for a moment before throwing himself full-force into Lance’s warm embrace.

“I- I was-s so so scared” he hiccuped out in between sobs.

“I know darling, I know. I’m here now, I’ll never leave you, we’re gonna get through this okay?” Lance said softly as he planted kisses across Keith’s neck and shoulders. They held each other for some time before Lance broke contact.

“Let’s get you cleaned up a bit yeah?” he suggested. Keith nodded before nuzzling back into Lance’s chest one last time before sitting back.

Accessing the extent of his remaining untreated injuries, Lance concluded that at least some of the deeper wounds should be attended to before they got some much needed rest.

Lance worked slowly and gently, whispering words of encouragement and showering Keith with kisses whenever the battered boy began whimpering in pain. After a while, despite how careful Lance was, it was all becoming a bit too much for Keith. His breathing became audibly deeper and faster as he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped onto Lance’s shirt.

Noticing this change, Lance placed down the antiseptic soaked cloth he was holding and tipped Keith’s chin upwards to meet the other boy’s gaze and examine his face.

“I-I don’t feel good” Keith hiccuped.

Lance felt his forehead and sighed. “You’re getting feverish again. I think we’ll leave this til later, okay? Do you need your bucket again?” he asked tenderly as he swiped Keith’s greasy hair from his face.

Keith simply nodded as he began clutching his stomach letting out little whines of pain.

“Here you go love” Lance held the bucket in front of Keith as the shaking boy retched violently into it, bringing up nothing but bile and a little blood.

“It’s okay, your okay” Lance reassured as he rubbed small circles on the small of Keith’s back. Keith merely whimpered and leaned back into Lance’s comforting embrace in response.

“Hurts” he said in a cracked voice.

“I know pet, I know” Lance sympathized as he used a fresh cloth to wipe Keith’s face clean.

“Here have some of this and then we’ll go to bed alright?” Lance reasoned, guiding the pouch of water to Keith’s bloody lips. He waited patiently as the smaller boy took a few small sips before screwing up his face in pain once more as he clutched his stomach.

“Okay, that’s enough for now.” Lance soothed.

“I’m just gonna strip the bed and we can cuddle okay?” Keith nodded furiously at this suggestion and Lance giggled.

“Alright, lemme just put you on the chair for a minute and I’ll bring you right back, okay?” Keith nodded once more.

As Lance began to slowly guide Keith off the bed and into a standing position he could feel the other boy trembling.

“Are you alright to do this love?” He asked concerned and Keith nodded in response yet again. He had to brave! He was already so weak and pathetic. This isn’t who Keith was.

However, standing even with the support of Lance proved to be too much for Keith, knees buckling beneath him, only to be saved from crashing to the floor by Lance’s arms.

“S-sorry I-I thought I c-could”

“Ssh, it’s alright love, I’ve got you, I’ve got you” Lance reassured as he carried Keith bridal-style to the chair, He planted a quick kiss on the top of Keith’s head before getting to work on quickly changing the bed sheets. Lance decided to use the red duvet with matching pillows that had patterns of smiling kittens all over them, he knew they were Keith favourite, even if he was too stubborn to admit it.

Within a few minutes both boys were wrapped up in their own poorly constructed blanket burrito for two. They held onto each other simply starring into one another’s eyes.

“You’re beautiful” Lance smiled lazily, Keith’s new cat-like ears pricked up and Lance laughed softly. Keith’s blush turned into a frown.

“You know you don’t have to say those things to me anymore. I- I know I’m not a monster anymore but-but you don’t need to stay with me, I’m not what I was, who I was you don’t have to -” he began to ramble before Lance stopped him by leaning in for another kiss. This one was deeper, more needy than the many that came before, yet it was still soft and warm and not at all harsh in the way that was so uniquely Lance it made Keith’s head spin and his heart flutter.

“Don’t be so silly” Lance spoke as they broke apart.

“You’re still the same Keith I fell in love with, you’re just a lil fluffy now.” Lance spoke softly motioning towards Keith’s new purple coat.

“You’re not a monster, what happened was an accident okay? I love you. So much. Keith your gorgeous inside and out, my God you’re so beautiful. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, when we were together I feel like I’m with a better version of myself. Keith you’re my best friend, you deserve the entire universe and I’m just so happy I get to share my little section of it with you everyday, I could never ask for anymore” As Lance spoke he wiped the tears that were now spilling down Keith’s face.

Thank you Lance he sniffled into the crook of the other boys neck as he listened closely for the gentle and constant rhythm of Lance’s heartbeat.

“Your m-unm --se” he mumbled.

“What was that dear?” Lance questioned.

“I said your my universe Lance” Keith smiled up at his boyfriend proudly, showing the first signs of being his normal corny self again.

That night they fell asleep in each others arms, as they had done so many before, tentatively listening to the beating of their hearts and feeling the rise and fall of each others chests as they drifted into a peaceful slumber.

They’d be okay. They had each other.

#klance #klangst #whump #they're so in love #they'll be okay #galra keith #voltron #vld #l

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