#Might just make this a weekly thing because why the hell not
Text
Steve came home from work one day pissed as hell. His coworker had made three of his little ones cry, the service dog that was supposed to visit the long-term patients was cancelled last minute, Dustin texted him to cancel their weekly phone call because he and Suzie were fighting, Hopper had to postpone his monthly check-in because El caught a stomach bug at school, and Mrs. Ryans stopped him in the lobby to tell him that she's praying his "no good devil worshipping roommate" received the damnation he supposedly deserves.
So Steve burst into his home, fuming, face flushed red in his anger, and startled poor Eddie out of his armchair. "I called Mrs. Ryans a stupid old hag and I'm not apologizing!" He announced, practically throwing his shoes into their proper place. "She's stupid and I hope she breaks her other hip."
Eddie started his usual task of making brownies (he's a firm believer that chocolate can make anything better, and he knows that Steve's got an almost pavlovian response to the smell of brownies now) while Steve changes out of his scrubs and into something more comfortable. He'd completely bypassed his own closet, instead stealing one of Eddie's prized Iron Maiden tees to go with his threadbare pajama bottoms. Eddie opened his mouth to ask what had happened that day to make Steve so upset, but Steve didn't let him.
"Seriously, why does she hate you so much? You're like the sweetest person ever. So I told her to stop talking shit about you, and she was like, 'why should I,' so I told her that my baby sister would slap the wig off her bald little head if she kept being shitty to my boyfriend, and I might have actually given her a heart attack. Should we go check on her?" Eddie froze at Steve's admission; first of all, a baby sister?? But, more pressing, boyfriend. "Oh, my god, I might have killed our elderly neighbor. El wouldn't actually slap her! Wait, yes she would. She's still learning social norms and I don't think Hop told her that hitting old people is frowned on. I don't- does Hop know not to hit old people? Eddie, my dad might abuse the elderly."
"Stevie, honey, slow down," he finally settled on. Eddie bypassed their little dining table to sit Steve on the couch. "One thing at a time. Mrs. Ryans is not dead, we'd have heard all the munchkins singing by now."
"I'm not going to prison for shocking our neighbor to death, Eddie, I'd rather be melted into a giant flesh monster," Steve piped up. Eddie didn't have time to unpack whatever that meant, so he ignored it.
"You're talking about your sister like she's not used to humans."
"She's not, really. She was ex- she was, um, bad home life. Before we met. She's Hopper's daughter now, but before, her dad fucked her up. Like, doomsday, raise the children in isolation, fucked up." Steve was marginally calmer, but his anger gave way to nerves as everything he'd said caught up with him. "I called you my boyfriend."
"Good to know you've got beauty and brains, sweetheart," Eddie cooed at him, smacking an exaggerated kiss to his cheek. "Not every day I have such a cute guy screaming at old ladies for me."
"J-just the one old lady. You're not mad I called you my boyfriend?" Eddie paused there, giving Steve the flattest stare he could manage.
"Steve. I've been flirting with you for two years. Bruce has been trying to get me to propose to you for one of those two years."
"Bruce just had a baby, he should worry about-"
"Bruce tried to explain to you that we're dating and you called him a funny guy, honey. Congrats, you're the last to know."
"We're dating?" Steve shrieked, and Eddie couldn't help but laugh. Steve's face was so incredulous, like he really had no idea, and as sad as it was to see that, it was just too funny to Eddie that they'd been dating in almost every sense for more than a year before Steve seemed to be aware of it. "Are you telling me I could have kissed you this whole time?"
"Well, yeah, obviously. Stevie, you really didn't know? I thought it was obvious how much I love you, sweetheart."
#steddie#steve harrington#stranger things headcanons#eddie munson#eddie and steve#roommates au#the party#here's how they get together#as a lil treat#because im going to make them suffer later
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
you were right in front of me.
༺♡༻
Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Notes: looked it up and apparently there is a member of hellfire named doug so he’s in this, y/n has an aunt. The confession is based of a tiktok i saw. As always constructive criticism and feedback is welcomed!
Summary: Eddie realizes hes in love with his best trend and a freudian slip occurs.
WC: 1.2k
Everyone was sitting at the Hawkins High lunch table in their assigned but, not assigned seats chatting along as usual, but when Eddie sat down he immediately noticed something was wrong. “Wheres y/n?” “oh she's helping her aunt move today, she didn't tell you?” Steve said confused, the two told each other everything. “No….” he replied confused himself, they did tell each other everything; why didn't she tell him? And this was such a small thing, why was it bothering him?
Gareth arrived at the table, sitting down making an upset “oomph” sound when he hit the chair “What up with you?” Robin asked “Bethany totally shot him down when he tried to ask her out.'' Jeff remarked “Yup, I saw it, he barely got past one word, crashed and burned” Doug said making a fake missile fall and explode with his hand for extra salt in the wound. “You love this too much! I mean you're basking in my humiliation!”. Everyone laughed and then Robin interjected “Hey don't laugh at him, I'm just as bad, I mean Vicky doesn't know I like her and I can barely get a word in.” She continues to pick at the carrots on her plate. Everyone continues ranting about their relationships or, lack thereof when Dustin butts in “you know you've been awfully quiet over there Eddie?”
“What?” he asks confused “surprised he havent started wailing on about y/n.” Gareth says with a chuckle but quickly shuts up when eddie gives him a glare “Seriously what the hell are you guys talking about?” “how you’re so hopelessly in love with her but she dosent seen to notice?” robin states like its obvious, he dosent notice the smirk on her face when she says the last part. the whole table nods “she's so pretty, her style is so cool!” Jeff remarks quoting eddie “she's so smart!” lucas adds, this continues on until eddie relalizes, holy shit are they right? Is he in denial? I mean yeah he’ll admit that what he feels for her is a bit more then friendship but, is he in love?
Youve been helping your aunt move all day and were exhausted but now it was time to get ready for your weekly hangout with eddie and knowing you were going to see him gave you just enough energy to get there, eat some pizza, and watch a movie. As you were getting ready you were overthinking as you always did before you saw him; Should you wear a skirt? Or would that make it to obvious you were trying to impress him? You landed on just some black ripped jean shorts, some spiderweb tights and a metallica shirt with some combat boots. A simple outfit, a little over the top for movie and pizza but, maybe just enough for eddie to finally get the hint
When you arrived at eddies you hugged him like you usually do but he seemed stiff, which was odd because he would always welcome you into a big bear hug, sometimes even picking you up off the ground! He seemed so uncomfortable throughout all of “little shop of horrors” until you finally made the suggestion that you should smoke a joint and order pizza, maybe it would loosen him up and he would say what was so obviously bothering him
He began to rifle through the drawer next to his bed where he kept his own personal stash and pulled out all the things needed and began to grind up a small nug. Most of this happened silently, whatever was bothering him must be really bad, usually he would be talking up a storm.
He was feaking out, the second he saw her smile and felt him hug her he knew he was screwed. Hes definetly in love. As he was preparing the joint he decided he cant keep acting all weird she might catch on. Hopefully a joint can helf him lossen up.
About 10 minutes of smoking later and Eddie and defineitly chilled out some. Just as you were about to ask him what had him so worked up in the first Place the doorbell rang, Eddie got up to get it quite quickly, “That must be the pizza, ill go get it.” guess he was still a little nervous. In Eddie's head he was once again freaking out. Your eyes were heavy, your voice and body relaxed, you looked so pretty…..you always did, but since the realization he loved you it became increasingly hard to not throw himself into you, hopefully you didnt notice.
By the time he had paid the guy, gotten you both a slice and some beer you had picked up and began flipping through it. “You ever think about your wedding?” you asked “sometimes, why?” “there were some wedding dresses in this magazine…..i bet yours would be like, lord of the rings themed or something.” you snarked while chuckling “i meannnn…” he looks at you with a knowing look in his eye. “No you’re right that would be cool as fuck” you admit “expensive as hell tho.” you nod in agreement. “Well who would i be like your best- maid of- best woman..is that a thing?” or i could be the bride, you think to yourself. “Yeah i think thats a thing”
“Shit I mean you could be the bride who knows” he says laughing. Holy shit holy shit does he even realize what he just said? It seems he does when he looks up and you're staring at him “What?” “you know like.. it's a possibility…like with all the roles you could possibly take its…in the realm. Not like I want you to be the bride” he lets out a small laugh. He's messing with his hands and touching his hair, which he always does when he lies. Hes lying. “You’re lying” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “Huh?” “you’re playing with your hands and your hair while looking down, you always do that when you're lying….You like me?” “I love yo-” he begins to admit nervously, but before he can get another word out your lips are on his, youre not sure what caused such confidence to come over you, maybe years of pinning. You could tell he wasn't expecting it but he soon melted into the kiss, years of what was thought to be unrequited love being poured in from both sides.
Once you pulled apart you spent a moment just staring into each other's eyes. You're the first to speak “Why didn't you tell me?” the answer would've made you fall to your knees if you weren't already half straddling him “Baby I can barely hear my own thoughts when I'm with you.” you smile and giggle, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, he does the same. “Robins gunna freak.” you point out with a laugh and his head slightly turns to look at you quizzically. “She's been trying to set us up forever” you state. He thinks back to the conversation from later today…. he's going to have to thank her.
#paranormalactivity5#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#eddie munson fluff#stranger things fic#fanfic#eddie munson
120 notes
·
View notes
Note
as a request i would like to see bailey obliviously buying prostitutes more often than before and that the prostitutes (wether on attitude, or looks) resemble the pc and his reaction to realizing this
Contents: AMAB Bailey (he/him); Reader (you/your); dubcon, not that explicit; implied future dubcon/noncon of reader
Words: 616
Bailey isn’t a stupid man, but he is stubborn.
He also has a fairly low sex drive, using sex as more of a display of dominance or free stress relief. When he starts seeking out prostitutes once a week, he knows he’s doing it in reaction to your weekly payment. The itch sets in right after you leave his office, after all.
He just doesn’t acknowledge it, he refuses to acknowledge it.
Some brat like you has no right affecting Bailey like this, making him waste money so he can bully his cock into some desperate whore each week just so he can think straight. Of course, this means each person who ends up pinned under Bailey, impaled on his cock, gets pounded to hell as he takes every ounce of his frustration towards you out on them. He leaves them in shivering heaps; limp bodies and vacant eyes as they try to recover enough to scamper off.
He doesn’t care. He got his money’s worth and that’s what’s important.
Then one week, he can’t find one. He can’t fucking find one. Sure, there are prostitutes galore in this shit-hole town, but none of them are worth it. Each one bold enough - desperate enough? - to approach him, he turns down. Snears at them and tells them to fuck off.
But it’s there, that annoying itch, that incessant nagging in the back of his mind that he needs to get out if he has any hope of not completely wasting his day.
He should charge you for this. Tack it on an extra expanse, mental distress, or something like that. After all, he’s having to stoop to visiting Briar’s place. Briar, who’s all smug grins and grand gestures as they greet Bailey, asking what they’ve done to deserve the honor of having Bailey grace their establishment with his presence. If he was looking for anything in particular.
Bailey cuts to the chase, biting out what he wants. And Briar laughs, they fucking laugh.
“Sounds like you’ve got a type. Like you’re thinking of someone else when fucking my whores.”
And that’s when it hits him. It really, truly hits Bailey that he’s picking stand-ins for you. Fucking brat. One with the same shaped eyes. Another with similar hands. A third with a voice just a hair off from yours. Yet a fourth with the same sense of humor, Bailey dragging them off after hearing them crack a joke to a friend. You. Fucking you.
Strangely, Bailey’s rage ebbs even as Briar continues to make comments at his expense. He’s still pissed, fingers still twitching to wrap around someone’s throat, but it’s not as intense as when the realization first hit.
He’s been wasting all this time, all this money, fucking prostitutes because they reminded him enough of you. Why continue? Why, when he had you living under his roof, should he keep seeking out piss-poor stand-ins for the real thing? Sure, Bailey had a rule against fucking his own wards, but these were special circumstances. He was throwing away time, energy, and money because of you. So, you’d have to make up for it, right?
And, well, maybe you’d find it more agreeable, getting ruined by your caretake, than sold off to the underground. Especially after he raided your hidey-hole, that loose floorboard under your bed, and made sure you wouldn’t have a single bill to fork over next week. Would make his life easier if you did, but it wouldn’t stop him if he had to pin you down and take you that way. He might even enjoy it more than if you quietly gave in, really.
Regardless, Bailey won’t be spending money on prostitutes anymore.
267 notes
·
View notes
Text
SteveTony Weekly - Jan 7th - Week 1
It’s the first SteveTony Weekly of the year!! This year, I’m gonna try to personalize the recs, and pick a favorite of the week. We’ll see how long I keep that up. As always, be sure to leave a comment/kudos if you enjoyed the fic!
~*~
peace bought with blood and magic by Areiton
There is a legend, older than the Citadel, about the field.
About the king who had ruled for as long as the Thousand Year War had raged. There is a legend about the king and about the one he loved, and it goes--
Note: i had so much fun with this fic, and it left me wanting to write a long version of this as an original project.
[PODFIC] Maybe this Time by MsErmestH by Pywren
Tony’s better now. You can even say he’s superior. But all the money, alcohol, and sex can’t stop the incursions, and when his world is destroyed, he ends up on an earth ten years younger than his own.
One where Steve goes by the name of Nomad.
If there’s one thing Steve’s good at, it’s reminding him of what really matters, and maybe that makes Nomad the person Tony needs if he's going to save the universe.
Note: the way that Tony slowly begins to feel again and the way he loves Steve is everything to me. I love it.
Love among the Hydrothermal Vents by DevilDoll
In which Namor has a thing for Steve, an octopus has a thing for Tony, and Steve and Tony eventually have a thing for each other.
Note: I’ve read this before and it’s just as amazing as the first time. Fake dating, pining, Namor in all his…Namor-ness. And the amorous octopus!!! What’s not to love.
may the angels bow down for you by Anonymous
He hides.
When the Demon gets loud, when He drinks His poison and tries to hurt him with His palm, or His words, or His power—he hides.
Burgundy. Oak. Shattered glass.
Note: Interesting format for this story. Interspersed with the descriptors, it gave the story a disjointed and urgent air that really worked.
Working Late by Anonymous
Some nights, Tony stays up late, building and rebuilding and upgrading his suits, until Steve walks into the workshop, usually already in his pajamas, and wraps his arms around Tony, kissing him until he forgets what he was doing and then dragging him to bed.
A fill for the prompt "Steve sits in Tony's lap and rides him" from last year's Community Gifts prompt list. Because there's really not enough bottom!Steve in the world.
Note: Some very lovely smut.
The first time I met you (I already had a drawing of you) by Anonymous
Kissing Tony was a bit like sparing, pushing and pulling and stumbling against furniture. He had no idea why a billionaire cared enough to be this strong, and it was hard to keep in mind he had to pull back his own strength.
or
Tony meets a cute artist in at a Gala event, Steve tries to get over Iron Man, and Bucky just enjoys watching his best friend be a little stupid sometimes.
Note: I love identity porn. It’s one of my favorite things in the fandom. This was a tiny slice of perfection.
Softer Landing by Anonymous
In which there is a snowstorm, Tony has had a terrible week and Steve might be an idiot.
Note: Miscommunication and reconciliation and snowstorms. Lovely.
****Exact Measurements Required by trilliath
That time S.H.I.E.L.D. quartermasters accidentally put Steve's balls in a vise and it goes exactly as well as you'd expect it to. Tony promptly offers to help. Because he's helpful like that. Obviously.
Note: What I especially loved about this was Steve’s humanity and the way Tony was obsessed with him and it took him FOREVER to figure out how serious Tony actually was.
Father and Son by Anonymous
Peter should have seen it coming.
All hell breaks loose when his secret identity as Spider-Man is revealed. His parents take the news about as well as you'd imagine, and it escalates all too quickly.
But his family wouldn't be his family if they didn't work through it.
Together.
Note: I love Superfamily dynamics, especially when it focuses on Tony and Peter, as this one does.
opera interlude by starvels (dinosaur)
They spend their days tumbling through space, hoping they're aiming in the right direction, ignoring the way the ship whispers, waving its shadows at them.
Note: My only thought about this is that it was too short. I loved it and wanted to read so much more. It was lovely.
The Nearness of You by UisceOneLove
Steve wasn't thinking when he protected Tony's protege and got a bullet for the move. He doesn't know what to think of Tony Stark showing up at his apartment, either.
Note: I loved this. It was short and sweet but the worldbuilding packed into that short little window was flawless.
****All We Do by Anonymous
Tony doesn't mean for anyone to find those recordings. Steve doesn't mean to see them. Between the two of them, there were never the right words spoken, so this just might be a blessing in disguise.
Note: This Endgame fic is so bittersweet and lovely. I loved everything about it.
Crooner by wirewrappedlily
There are songs to sing; there are feelings to feel; there are thoughts to think. That makes three things: You can't do three things at the same time.
Singing is easy: shiver off the tongue.
Thinking comes with the tune.
That leaves feeling. And you're not going to catch him feeling.
Tony Stark had a great voice. He had a magical voice, even. But he didn't have the presence for it. Didn't have the pizzazz to make it in the '20s roar.
Note: Early 1900s, with a little bit of Phantom of the Opera vibes, it was super sweet to see Tony & Steve coming together.
like stepping on the sun by Red (S_Hylor), starksnack
When the Sorcerer Supreme asks the Avengers to go investigate a potential multiverse incursion, Tony is less than impressed. The weather is foul, and it's not even a Tuesday.
The multiverse portal, when it does occur, seems to be a bit of a fizzer, so Tony isn't expecting anything to happen.
He certainly isn't expecting an oversized fuzzy jellybean to come and meddle in his personal life.
Note: tsumtsums are often really hard to take seriously but I LOVE crack treated seriously, and it was handled perfectly!
don't let the blue sky fade by Myrime
It was supposed to be a mission without surprises, but then a building collapses on top of them and traps them underground.
Tony is hurt but doesn't tell anyone. Steve just wants Tony to give a damn for once. And Clint, who cannot run away from their bickering since he broke his leg, just hopes they do not kill each other before they get him out of there.
(- Since the End is almost upon us, why not return to the beginning of the Avengers, when everything was still mostly beautiful and they haven't yet hurt each other so much. Simpler times!)
Note: This was fantastic team dynamics--the relationship between Tony and Clint was especially fantastic--with a slow build Stevetony that I adored. Excellent 2012 team fic. Highly recommend.
#stevetony weekly#steve rogers#tony stark#stevetony#stony#iron man#captain america#stevetony fic#stony fic#fic rec
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
I CAN’T DIE, I’M ALL IN! —- octavinelle
here are some thoughts are on an office romance you’d have with them. ( think: ‘business proposal’ and ‘what’s wrong with secretary kim?’ )
mention of treating azul like his 'mother' this is 100% g/n, i mean caring for him like one.
[ azul ashengrotto | ceo and private secretary. ]
azul is actually a very straightforward and brutally honest boss. he doesn't believe in overtime; there are work hours for a reason and he refuses to work out of them, which makes your life slightly easier.
no one really knows why he hired you, you had no professional experience and jade was a better candidate than you... actually, it's fair to say that of floyd as well. he hired you on the spot, after a few generic questions. when you asked about it, he shrugged, "you were the most sane candidate." whatever that meant...
when you started it was hell. you learned everything from scratch, as well as having to learn about your colleagues so that your job wouldn't be such a pain. i do mean learning how to bribe them, yes.
working with azul requires a lot of understanding. he can seem like a cold, over the top strict ceo but he just doesn't know any better. he picks up on little habits you have, some of which are just behaviors your average human being has.
after sometime, your coworkers noticed him going out of his way to make your job easier. this can be him preparing his own refreshments, printing his own paper, or picking up weekly reports himself. everyone thinks the reason is that the company is going bankrupt, which isn't true of course.
whenever you attend parties, you have matching outfits. sometimes your relationship gets misread as romantic, which he denies immediately. it's rare though considering you act like his mother...
he doesn't drink as much as you'd think he would. azul refuses to drive if he had at least one drink, he always calls you to pick him up. he'd prefer you don't hear the dumb things he might say when you drive him home, so again, he doesn't drink that much.
[ jade leech | traveling secretary and training secretary ]
jade is more like azul's oversea representative than secretary. he made the job seem easier than it is, and he often took responsibility for your mistakes. it wasn't hard for you to start trusting and respecting him.
you don't get to see him often because of his position so you held the month of training and working closely together close to you. when he does visit he always invites you to dinner and listens to all you rants about your job, knowing first hand how hard it can be.
he often buys you gifts from abroad, with little notes about his travels. he also writes often, yes on paper. they often include little tips and advice he learned through the years that he forgot to mention before.
after awhile of this, you started seeing him more often. (little did you know this was at his request.) and you'd switch places, quite often. think supporting one another's weaknesses, but jade has none.
he also started attending work parties because of you, the heads of departments noticed this, but no one brought it up. they'd often set up after work parties and then they'd all bail last minute so you can both be alone.
jade would often pick you up and drop you off at azul's so you would be able to catch up on lost rest on the drive; maybe he took the long way to your apartment, maybe not.
[ floyd leech | lead of the heads of departments and employee ]
you met on a blind date but you didn't know who he was. the date went well, he found you to be quite curious with your bold personality. something he wasn't used, given his line of work.
when people found about your relationship, many were less than pleased. this was unknown to the higher ups though. including floyd.
your work started piling up (an attempt to separate the two of you) and one time; floyd happened to find you asleep, using your papers as pillows on your desk. taking off his suit and resting it over as a blanket, he happened to see your phone light up.
he caught a glimpse of your friend's concerned messages and soon he pieced two and two together.
best believe it was dealt with. along with a proposal, that in the long run, would benefit the both of you.
take that as you will.
#twst fluff#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland headcanons#twst wonderland#twst imagines#disney twst#octavinelle#octavinelle x reader#azul x reader#azul ashengrotto#jade x reader#jade leech#floyd x reader#floyd leech
306 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fan Girls Shman Girls
Ryouta Kise x Reader
all characters are 18+
warnings - swearing, suggestive language
“You don’t have to run off you know y/n-cchi. The world won’t stop spinning just because you admit you like me and snuggle.” Kise said from behind you. A smirk on his face as he leant back on his elbows, long legs spread beneath the blanket that was now hiding how naked he was. You couldn’t deny he was handsome, and not that you would ever say it but sometime when the light touched his golden hair just right, he looked ethereal. Something not of this word.
“I have a lot of um, baking to do. I need to practise for the school festival, coach will have my head if I give everyone food poisoning from our stall” You said matter-of-factly, pulling on your pants that you found discarded among other clothes on the floor.
“Baking? That was the first thing you could think of?” Kise laughed, the sound making your heart skip a beat.
No matter what Ryouta Kise did he did with such grace. Kise slept, ate, talked and just lived in model. Never a single hair or step out of place.
“I was actually thinking about Baking the whole time, that’s why I was moaning so loudly.” You joked back, winking at the man with a smile.
“Hmm unless there is a pastry called “Fuck me harder Ryouta” I’m going to have to say you are lying.” He replied. Flashing his 1000-watt smile as you stared at him, mouth hung open at his response. Unable to think of a remark.
“We could be more than this you know.” He said lowly, coming up in front of you, kissing up your neck into your hair. You stomach tightening as your legs rubbed together.
“What and face the wrath of the fan girls? I’ll pass.” You answered, moving your head to the side as he continued with his small kisses. His tongue licking a strip up your neck as goosebumps overtook every inch of your skin.
Despite your joke, you knew it was more than that. Despite being in this position now, you always questioned how you got here. How the ace of the basketball team and all-round golden boy of the school decided to spend most of his afternoons with you. A little no one, not excelling at sports, or academics and you certainly didn’t think you were anything too impressive to look at. Not someone as beautiful as Kise.
“I’ll admit, I don’t have baking but I do have to study. I’ll um text you later.” You said, standing up and out of Kise’s reach, grabbing your backpack and phone from the desk.
Kise’s face dropping slightly, his hair falling over his face as you opened his door and walked out.
*
“I just don’t get it Coach!” Kise exclaimed, head in his hands as he sighed heavily.
“Don’t you have any friends to talk to about this sort of stuff Kise?” Coach asked, his gruff voice low as he observed his star player. Looking more defeated than he had ever seen him in the 3 years he had spent coaching.
“I tried to call some of them, but they just laughed and didn’t take me seriously. I have never been turned down and they keep joking that I’m losing my touch.” Kise continued, shoulders still slouched.
“It’s not even like that though, we have se…..”
“OKAY! Stop right there, I feel like that might be too much for me to hear.” Coach admitted, waving his hands around, his face flustered and in shock.
“You must like this girl Kise, you could pick any of the girls that show up here every day yet the one who no one has ever seen and rejects you almost bi-weekly is that one that has you down in the dumps.” He responded gruffly.
“Listen kid, it’s a sucky situation. I’ll admit. But if you don’t sort it out and do something about it, I will rain hell down on you! I won’t have you miss anymore shot because you were too busy crying over a girl!” Coach yelled and swung a towel around the back of Kise’s head.
*
Class felt like it had never taken this long, the hands of the clock looking as though they weren’t even moving. The last class of the day killing almost every braincell you had left to spare, your eye’s fluttering closed.
It didn’t help that you also had volleyball after this, your bones already sore from just the thought of whatever the coach was going to put you through today.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the chattering of the girls in front of you.
“So do you think Kise has a girlfriend, usually he flirts back but now he just brushes me off. I even made him snacks and he gave them to the first years on the team. He didn’t even look inside the bag.” She said, dropping her head on her hand and pouting over at her friend.
It had been like this since your first year at Kaijo, even at your first assembly before laying eyes on Ryouta Kise you were hearing about him. How handsome he was, how awesome at basketball he was and how he was a model. Your official meeting with the small forward happening week’s later, a walk to class ending with a swift basketball to the head and a trip to the nurse, your dazed form being carried by none other than Mr Model himself. Apologising every second, not leaving you until the nurse gave you the all clear to return to class.
You smiled at the memory, and all the memories you’ve made together since then. Kise becoming your friend, then eventually becoming whatever it is you would call him now.
“Miss L/N, the bell rang. On your way now.” Your teacher called, breaking you out of you head as you got up in a hurry and made your way to the club room.
*
You were late, now being the last person getting changed as everyone cleared out and made their way to the gym.
Whistle
You turned quickly, covering your chest with your shirt as you took in the last person you expected to see right now.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before Y/N-chii, don’t know why you are covering up.” He said lightly, bringing his hand up to run through his hair. His exposed arm flexing as he did.
“Well I thought you were a disgusting pervert, jury is still out.” You said, lifting the shirt over your head and pulling it down, not noticing Ryouta coming up behind you and sitting down at the bench. His hand reaching out and playing with the hem of your shorts, his eyes sad as he looked you up and down.
“Are you okay Kise?” You asked, walking over and standing between his legs. His head resting on your stomach as his golden hair fell around his face.
“No Y/N, everything is not okay and I’m tired of pretending that it is.” He answered, lifting your shirt slightly and caressing the bare skin of you hip. Your whole body tensing at his words. Was this it, had he finally come to his senses and concluded that you had. That no matter what, in every universe Ryouta Kise was irrevocably better than you. The thought crossing your mind made your heart clench, the thought stinging more than you cared to admit. Kise’s large hands being a anchor holding you in place as your mind raced.
“I need to be with you Y/N… It’s always been you and it always will be.” He admitted, kissing your hip and resting his head back on your stomach. You swear your heart skipped a beat and you forgot how to breath. Your hands tightening on the fabric of his black top.
“I want you to be my girlfriend, I want people to know that you are mine and I am yours. Since the moment I saw you I knew that I needed you.”
“Is that why you through a basketball at my head?” You asked, breaking the tension and leaning down to his eye level, your hands cupping his face as his golden eyes bore into yours. A smile spreading across his face.
“I want to be with you to Ryouta, but…”
“No buts!”
“But I don’t want to hold you back from being with someone who truly deserves you. I think we both know there are people out there who are way better than I am.” You admitted, dropping to your knees in front of him, hands falling to your side.
“I don’t know that! I know that I love you and I always have!”
You looked up at him, tears prickling the back of your eyes as Kise leant down and connected his lips to yours. Not holding back as he picked you up and placed you in his lap. Your legs straddling him as you kissed him back. Your hands running through his hair as his hands crept up the back of your t-shirt.
“Let’s go home, so I can show you just how much I mean every word I said.”
“What if the girls see?” You started
“Fan girls shman girls. The sooner they see I’m taken the better.” He stated.
“I’ve officially got you now baby and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”
293 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter 2 Progress Report
This is a report and introspective about the development of Chapter 2 of Danganronpa: Despair Time.
TL;DR: Chapter 2 of DRDT will be released in 2 parts, rather than all at once. It seems likely that Part 1 can be released in early/mid 2023, *but there is still a chance it won’t come out that early.*
Batch release
I’ve recently decided to release Chapter 2 in 2 parts, rather than all at once. That is to say, I will start airing the episodes that I’ve made so far without waiting to finish Chapter 2. When each part is being released, it will be in consistent weekly episodes. In other words, Chapter 2 is being released as weekly episodes as expected, but in the middle of the episodes, there will be a hiatus. Hopefully this hiatus is much shorter, as I simply have to finish the remainder of Chapter 2.
Part 1 and Part 2 are not equal in length. Part 1 comprises of the majority of Chapter 2, about 70% of it. Although I won’t tell you exactly how many episodes are in Part 1 or where Part 1 ends; you’ll just have to see for yourself.
This was a recent decision, meaning that the writing of Chapter 2 may not have been specifically designed to accommodate this release structure.
I did say, once, that the entirety of chapter 2 *might* be done in early/mid-2023. I regret saying that now, as it seems like a lot of people had seriously taken that to heart.
The way things are now, for me to finish Chapter 2 in it’s entirety by early/mid-2023 would involve putting myself through hell.
That being said, I do believe that just Part 1 can be released by early/mid-2023 (unless I once again underestimated it. PLEASE take this release date estimate with a grain of salt!) This is because I am nearly finished with Part 1. All I have left is to finish the following tasks:
Make 2 mini-games
Animate a CG
One or two more rounds of editing passes + finishing touches on all episodes
Make a Chapter 1 recap video
Then I will start airing episodes of Chapter 2. So you can expect episodes to start releasing sooner than if I had waited to finish Chapter 2 first!
However, I do not wish to accidentally mislead everyone a third time. Although I’ll try my best, it is possible that I cannot finish in that time, so please don’t be surprised if it is not ready by mid-2023. If that happens, I will offer my apologies again.
Past progress
I always worry that I’m taking too long of a time to make DRDT. But I had only started making the episodes in March of this year, so the speed is actually really good. In that time, I produced a new episode slightly faster than once a month.
Then, the real reason that Chapter 2 is taking so long is that, for some reason, it took me an entire year to write the script. It was half a year to write the rough draft, and half a year to refine it with my proofreader, hydrator.
I don’t know why it took that long. It might just be that I was busy last year.
Voice acting
In general, there is more voice acting in this chapter. More scenes have voice acting, and per popular request, trial mini-games are fully voiced. However, there will NEVER be fully voiced trials, so please be understanding...
I’m really grateful to the voice actors, who as always are incredible with their talent and patience with me. It’s because of their amazing work that Chapter 2 can shine.
Quality improvements
Many people made it clear that they were generally unsatisfied with the quality of Chapter 1 in many ways. For that, I deeply apologize to those who were disappointed or unhappy.
I have tried my best to work hard and improve DRDT, so that everyone can enjoy it. I think that Chapter 2 is a lot better than Chapter 1 in all aspects, but especially with regards to the writing. If there is previous issues with the pacing, or with certain characters lacking scenes, I hope you can find these issues resolved in Chapter 2. Because of that, I am very excited about it, and I hope you can look forward to it.
Future updates
It seems that I’m running out of update posts to make. Because the content that I’m working on is spoilers, I cannot post previews. And with Chapter 2 taking this long already, I am hesitant to divert my time away from Chapter 2 work to make any bonus content like comics or illustrations. In any case, please understand that even if you hear less from me, I’m still working on DT.
Conclusion
Thank you for reading this far. I hope that you will enjoy Chapter 2 of DRDT, whenever it comes out. I will be happy if you continue to support me and my work.
222 notes
·
View notes
Note
hello hiii dcd anon (i’ll just use 🤡 anon from now on its easier) here, i hope i’m not making too many requests i’m very sorry if i am
a thought i’ve had for like a while is how demon skin works like, i feel like it’s less stretchy and soft to the touch than human skin because demons are simply just tougher, and also it heals faster. so what i am trying to get at is that demons probably don’t have like stretch marks? it rarely gets to a point their skin would do such a thing and even if it does it heals very fast so it’s not ever acknowledged.
so what about mc with like an abundance of stretch marks? like i can somewhat confidently say at least 15% of my body is just purple lines everywhere so i wonder how would the brothers react to that? once again sorry if i’m doing too many requests
it's alright ! all your requests are so fun to do so don't feel bad about them ! they're topics that i really like learning about
the brothers with an mc who has stretch marks
heads up: gn!mc, hc that demons and angels alike get stretch marks when overworking
lucifer
is probably curious about it
"so you're telling me humans don't smoothen out their skin easily? i see, i see"
probably doesn't even care, if you're still alive even with that abundant of stretch marks, there shouldn't be any problems
he might think it's a condition you're not telling him though
he'll try to rub pride on you if you're insecure about them
you're great just the way you are, mc. your appearance isn't going to change the person you are today
mammon
"what the hell happened to ya?????"
pretends he isn't worried, but he totally is
he'd ask a lot about how you got them because as far as he knew, demons get them when doing lotsa strenuous work
so at first he'd say you're stupid and to stop overworking
when you probably tell him it's not because of that he blanks
he'll understood soon enough
but he'll bark at people who'd look at you weirdly
leviathan
he raises an eyebrow at you
dang, what happened?
wouldn't speak it out though, afraid you're insecure and you'd dislike him
if you're self-conscious about it and see someone with "better" skin than you, he'd feel envy off of you right off the bat
he'd try to comfort you as much as he can
he likes sewing, so if you're insecure, he'd sew some clothes for you to make you feel better and look "prettier"
you're already pretty/handsome/great/awesome/good in his eyes, mc
satan
"i've read humans don't heal easily like demons, but i didn't expect this..."
he didn't mean it in a bad way, though. he'd have to assure you, he's just curious
he thinks it makes you prettier, because it's unique on you
encourages you to accept yourself, because these don't make you less beautiful
he turns demons who make fun of you into shreds behind your back
asmodeus
oh, sweetheart! those marks look so beautiful!
this man sees art in everything, so it's like seeing some intricate designs on your body, and he absolutely loves it
he offers you some soothing lotions though, because he knows they're not normal
if you're insecure about it, he'll absolutely fight you because honey, you're so beautiful!
you shouldn't think that way, it makes him sad
spa days bi-weekly to help soothe your marks
he destroys every demon's social lives when they make fun of you even just once
beelzebub
oh, you have marks, mc?
he sometimes gets them when he exercises a lot, so it's nothing new to him
but why aren't they going away for you
oh right, you're human
you look nothing different to him, anyway, it doesn't matter to him
he'd eat the people who'd look at you wrong
belphegor
this is why you should always nap with him, mc, now look, you've got marks-
oh, they've always been there on you?
he'd grimace since he sees stretch marks as a sign of lack of sloth, but he wouldn't judge you
would always use it as an excuse to cuddle with you though
demons looking at you wrong? eternal sleep, it is
IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS SO BUSY :SOB: IM SORRY THEYRE SHORTER TOO RGAHH
#love them#remember to love yourselves you guys#obey me#omswd#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me satan#anon ask
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Doctors shouldn't be squeamish
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Dante X F!Reader
CW: Blood, injury, almost dying, feinting
Word count: Roughly 1.6K
A/N: You'd gone to Fortuna on the promise of your own practice. Too bad you should have realized that an offer that sounds too good to be true tends to be just that. Hiding in your office as something that you refuse to exist beats down your door expecting to die, only for a knight in shining armor to show up. Well, he's clad in a red leather jacket and you sure as hell don't think he's a knight. Letting him carry you around like a sack of potatoes is a lot better than being made into a human skewer though.
Chapter one
Hunkered down in the small room with the table pressed against the one door you flinch as another scream resounds from just past the thick wood. Followed by a sound that chills you to your bones, animals, and humans don’t make screams like that.
Monsters do.
“There we go young man, that shouldn’t hurt as much.” Opening your forceps and dropping the piece of glass that was embedded in the young boy's hand into the tray. Dabbing at the wound with a gentle smile while his mother watched silently. “You’re being very brave for such a big cut, you don’t need stitches but I think a few butterfly bandages will help.” The boy just smiles as you work, the tears he had come in sporting gone and his mother didn’t seem as tight-lipped as when they first walked into your office.
Giving a small wave goodbye as they left you felt your shoulders slump, you had left the city to get away from parents that didn’t care who plagued your practice. You’d become a doctor to help people, but in the city, it had started to wear you down. As if you couldn’t make a difference and had felt like you were ready to give up.
At least until a man named Sanctus had come into the city for treatment and offered you a smaller place to practice. The castle town of Fortuna, and why would you turn it down? A paid move, a practice that already existed in the town, and an offer to be subsidized by something called the Order of the Sword? It was almost too good to be true.
Cleaning up the examination room, you understood why it was too good to be true. The townsfolk did not like outsiders. At all. In fact, if you hadn’t been invited to the town by the Vicar of said order you doubt anyone would even step inside the office. Or it might have had to do with how you refused to join the Order. You didn’t believe in demons and that wasn’t going to change.
The examination room cleaned up and tossing your disposal gloves in the garbage you ran your fingers through your hair. At least the pair had been sent on their way before the whole town would head into the church for the usual sermon. Chuckling as you just happened to look outside the window of the sitting room to see a flash of white hair.
“Nero must be running late.” Out of everyone in the town you liked the young man, he was rough around the edges and didn’t seem to swallow everything the Order said. He’d been a little on edge when you put a cast around his arm though but maybe that was because Kyrie was with him. She was a pretty young thing and the reason you thought Nero was in the order.
Humming a little tune to yourself as you sat at the reception desk and started to write in the file for the boy and detail the treatment such as it was. The other downside to the town and everyone being in the Order meant you had a hard time getting an administrator to look after your paperwork.
The town was quiet though. In the last six months, you had seen an average of a person a day and it was always for small things. Bumps and minor cuts. Nero has been the most interesting since you left the city.
While you weren’t busy you could have done without the almost weekly visits from the man Agnus. He creeped you out with the way he stared when he thought you weren’t watching, there under the pretense of being a fellow scientist. Except when you asked what he studied he was quiet as hell, muttering when he would leave how he wasn’t wrong.
It was then you heard the screaming and slamming your paper record shut since the Order didn't want electronic records kept. You were at the door in moments looking out into the street as people rushed by. “What’s going on?” You screamed not expecting anyone to answer you.
“He killed him! He killed His Holiness! The man in red!” Holy shit. You feel a stab of panic in your chest at those words. Pulling the door closed and running on autopilot as you head towards what you call your office in the back room, throwing supplies in your bag to head towards the church. You doubt the Vicar is dead but he is probably injured and you are a doctor.
Bag in hand you book it back down the hallway, only to freeze as more screams rend the air just outside your practice's open door. Followed by the sound of meat being skewered. Except it’s not meat. It’s a person being run through by a blade that looks like it’s been attached to a badly made scarecrow. You’ve seen blood before and gaping wounds, it was the nature of your job, but this? This is beyond anything you know how to react to.
Movement just past the intertwined figures and you see more people being cut down. It’s a slaughter.
You run.
You turn on your heels and run back towards your office as the air is filled with screams, the sounds of the dying, and noises you don’t want to think about. Slamming the door shut and dragging your desk across it to hide feeling a wetness as it hits your hands. You’re crying with the tears pouring down your face from the fear coursing through your veins. Exhausted as you drop to the floor and pull your legs to your chest, praying that you won’t share the same fate.
More screams even through the thick wood and you feel a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. What is going on? It’s like you’re in the middle of a nightmare, a small helpless child rocking back and forth and hoping you wake up. Until the sound of scratching comes through the door, something is digging through the wood.
Scrambling on your hands and knees as you try to move away hoping whatever is making the noise leaves you alone. You aren’t that lucky. A much louder sound in the air as the wood of the door splinters and a piece of metal like a cleaver is sticking out, wild laughter rings in the room and you’re certain it’s coming from the thing trying to come through the door. Another slam and you close your eyes as the door explodes into chunks of wood that shatter your desk.
Your body is tense as you expect to feel that chipped piece of metal slice through your body, except it never comes. You hear the laughter violently cut off and the sound of something be sliced. Slowly cracking an eye open to see the scarecrow thing impaled on a sword of a very different style from the one used by the Order.
Opening your other eye and following the edge of the sword to its master. He’s broad in his tight black shirt and wrapped in a red leather coat that makes him seem larger than life. His forearms look bigger than your legs, but what really catches your attention is his face. He’s handsome, like movie handsome and you wonder if maybe this was a crazy movie set instead of real life.
“You’re certainly not what I expected to find in here.” Damn, even his voice sounds dreamy. “Now why would a demon be after someone like you tucked behind a barricade when there’s still lots of people in the street?”
Demon? You have to be having a nightmare. You just have to. “This is just a nightmare, I just need to wake up.” Your voice cracks several times as you move one of your hands to pinch yourself and feel the pain. Shit.
“Sorry Doll. No nightmare even though it might seem like it.” His sword is strapped to his back somehow as he looks down at you still sprawled on the floor like he’s confused by you. A lot more confused than his words let on.
“Whats. What’s going on?” The hysteria is in your voice now as your hands shake while you raise them to your face.
“Demons. Something tells me you might not be a part of this little party.”
“Demons aren’t real!” You’re in full-blown panic mode now as you almost scream it. This can’t be happening. Hiding behind your hands as if you can make it go away.
“Gotta face the facts Doll. Demons are real, and you need to get out of here if you don’t want to end up dead. Can you move?” Something in his tone is making you shake even more as you press the heels of your palms more against your face. “Guess not. Well, can’t be helped.”
You squeal as you’re hefted in the air and thrown over his shoulder before the man whose name you haven’t gotten heads out to the street. “Could you keep it down? I’d rather not drop a pretty lady like yourself if I don’t need to.” You don’t need to worry about making another noise as you take in the carnage around you before the man jumps, actually jumps, to the rooftop with ease.
No.
Instead, the world goes dark. Dante of course gets a kick out of it as he feels you slump and go boneless over his shoulder. “You’re either one hell of an actress or Lady was right and you have nothing to do with the Order. Which paints a bigger question. What’s another part demon like you doing around here? Because you don't seem to be like that boy at all.”
Chapter two
#dante devil may cry#dmc5#dante x reader#dante x you#dmc 4#devil may cry#dante#dante sparda#x reader#twink writes#eventual smut#eventual romance
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
Petrichor Chapter 10 Teaser - Full Chapter coming 09/27
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb)
Teaser Words: 2,049
Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, canon character death, canon drug use, drug use, blood, bruises, injuries, look the anti-fear drug turns perfectly innocent people into raging murderers and makes them do things they would never do and that's all I'm gonna say for that one, canon violence, violence
Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you.
Orestes: It’s rotten work.
Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞
Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.
A/N: My life blew up last week so I've done nothing besides rewatch CSI so here's a teaser lol You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭
Jason, on the other hand, he knows you. He knows you want to meet up to check on him, yes. You’ll always want to check on him after any sort of fight with anyone. It’s what you do. But, he also knows you're going to have questions about him attacking Dick and the other Titans. You tipped him off, sure, but maybe you didn’t think he was going to actually attack them. He knows you're going to question him about it, probably lecture him. He doesn’t want to listen to it. He can’t listen to it. A part of him will want to break if he does and he knows it. He knows he will if he goes there clean. So, he doesn’t. He hits the inhaler and pockets it before heading to the alley.
Jason gets there first, hiding in the shadows until you show up. You're on your bike, completely suited up. You don’t want anyone seeing you with him. Not the real you. Red Hood is pissing off a lot of people and you already have enough shit you're dealing with. The last thing you want is a target painted on your civilian self for being seen with him.
You dismount the bike, popping the helmet on the handlebar as you look around. Jason walks out from the shadows, wearing the suit and the helmet. Of course, he is.
“I’m fine.” Jason states. You don’t like how the helmet makes him sound.
“Yeah, well, had to see for myself.” You let out a breath as you close the rest of the distance between you.
“You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” Jason takes the helmet off and he isn’t smiling or grinning. His expression is flat and your heart starts to sink.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Jay?” You shake your head, Jason getting a hint of annoyance in your voice.
“I mean I’m fine.” He rolls his shoulders, his voice flat.
Your eyes are scanning over him and it's dark but you're pretty sure he doesn't have any bruises. It seems either the helmet and suit did a good job of protecting him tonight or Dick didn't get a hit in. That's at the very least a small relief but Jason Todd has never been fine. You're starting to think he doesn't actually know the definition of the word.
“Right. You have said you’re fine a hundred times and not once have you actually been fine.” You cross your arms over your chest.
Jason's teeth grit for just a split second. “Don’t fucking worry. I told you. I got this handled.” Jason holds the helmet on his hip, his stance strong and sturdy.
He’s different than he was yesterday. He was grinning and smirking because it’s him. Whenever he claims to be fine, he gives you a grin as if that’s going to melt your worry away. But, not tonight and he seems bored and defensive.
“Why are you being so…weird?” You raise a brow at him.
Jason brushes you off, thankful for the drug coursing through his system. He’d never be able to deal with this without it.
“I’m not weird.” Jason defends.
“Yeah, you are. You’re acting weird.” You argue.
You don’t get it and maybe you won’t ever. But, this is him now. He’s not acting weird because this is the new him. Red Hood, fearless. He has no worries or fears anymore, just a mission. Jason swears he’s not acting weird, you're just expecting the old him.
“This is just the new me.” He lets out this sort of chuckle that doesn’t sit well in your stomach.
“Uh-huh. Right. You seemed…kind of normal last time but now you seem…off.” Your eyes scan over his face and your heart is in your throat, the formula running through your mind.
“Just glad to be doing what Bruce couldn’t.” Jason holds his head up high with ease.
“This conversation is going fucking nowhere.” You let out a sigh as you look to the ground.
You came here with the intent to be sure he's fine. It was to get some sort of answer. A real, solid reason not to tell Dick anything. Dick is going to have so many questions when you get back tonight. All of them will be about Jason and what his new plan is now that he's alive. You need a reason to keep what you do know to yourself and Jason is giving you every reason to be worried enough to talk to Dick.
“So, go home.” Jason scoffs but he’s not even offended or upset. It’s like he doesn’t even care.
Your attention snaps back to him. “What the fuck? I’m worried about you and you don’t even care?”
It's not that he doesn’t care. The drug numbs part of that but not entirely. It can’t otherwise they wouldn’t be able to have a plan in the first place. Jason has to be able to care about the city and the people he’s trying to protect otherwise there is no plan. It’s not that he does not care, it’s that he doesn’t care to go through the arguing in circles game while you dig for information.
“What else did you want? I know you want something else.” Jason dodges the question on purpose, knowing he won’t even feel guilty about it.
A lump forms in your throat as he dodges the question. He comes back to life and is, generally, normal but now he’s not? How is that even possible?
“Dick knows you’re alive.” You swallow the lump and if he’s going to pretend like this doesn’t hurt him, fine, you’ll do the same.
“Yeah, broke my other helmet, had a backup though.” Jason looks down to the helmet on his hip and then back to you with ease, the very corners of his mouth twitching into a grin.
“Oh, I’m so glad you have a spare helmet, Jason.” You snark through a scoff. “Unbelievable.” You look down and this is not how you wanted this to go. “Why did you try to shoot him?”
“He was in the way.” Jason answers casually.
The Titans are going to get in the way and Dick is the leader. Without him, the Titans will fall apart. Crane is right about Dick. He thinks he’s better than Jason. He thinks he’s the golden child, and he always was to Bruce. Bruce couldn’t even be bothered to kill the Joker for Jason but he would have for Dick. Dick dropped him from a skyscraper. Dick got him kidnapped and tortured. This all comes back to him and Bruce.
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head and you're sick of the games with him right now. “Are fucking joking!?” You finally yell. This isn’t funny. Dick is his brother, he’s your friend. He could have killed him. What the fuck is wrong with him?
“Nope.” Jason gives you a grin. The drug loves confrontation.
This is not the Jason you once knew.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You glare up at him. “He’s in your way? Well, damn Jason, maybe don’t attack the fucking Titans.” You gesture your hands out as you shrug your shoulders.
Jason’s blood starts to boil as you yell. You swore you weren’t working with them but from where he’s standing, it sure as shit seems like you are. Crane said you would. Crane said you’d start working with them the second you found out what he was doing. Maybe he was right and it’s pissing Jason off. You're supposed to be on his side.
“I thought you weren't fucking working with them.” Jason seethes. You lied. You lied to him. Of course, you're working with them. Maybe Crane was right about you, too.
But you tipped him off.
“I’m fucking not! But I give a shit about them. In case you forgot, Dick saved my life twice. Gar is our best friend. Conner saved your life. Kory fucking tried to save our lives. I know you care about them. Why the hell would you go after them?”
“Dick treats me like shit. I’m fucking no one to him. He thinks he’s so much better than me.” Jason scoffs. “You said Rachel was his lap dog, but look at you now.” Jason laughs cruelly as he closes some of the distance between you. “You're the one screaming at me and defending him.” Jason shakes his head, looking down at you.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he were trying to intimidate you.
Maybe you don’t know better.
“You tried to kill him! He pisses me off sometimes, too but I don’t want him dead! I’m not his damn lap dog, either. I just don’t know what the hell is going on. And you won’t fucking tell me.” You grit your teeth, standing toe-to-toe with him.
“That’s because it’s none of your fucking business, but don’t worry, babe, you’ll see soon enough.” Jason offers this grin that you can’t tell is him taunting you or threatening you. And from here, with him nearly standing on top of you, can see his eyes better.
His pupils are dilated and your heart is suddenly in your throat. On the one hand, making a drug and selling it to innocent people is really bad and you were hoping that was not it. But, on the other hand, a part of you thinks him taking something is worse in a way. The formula screams from the back of your head and Dick's general concern about it, Jason's weird and erratic behavior before he died. Him going after the Joker. He's definitely high and you have no fucking idea how you missed that either or what even lead him here.
“Literally, are you high right now?” You question him, hoping against all odds whatever he's on will make him tell you, like an overconfidence thing. “Because the Jason I know wouldn’t be laughing and trying to kill the Titans. The Jason I know wouldn’t be being such a fucking dick to me right now.”
Jason lets out a laugh, ignoring your question because he's not playing into your hand. “So, go home.” There's a wicked look in his eyes as he looks down at you. And it hurts. “This is me, new and improved.” There's almost something threatening in the way his eyes darken to the deepest shade of evergreen you've ever seen.
“If you think this an improvement, I have news for you. The new you sucks.” You spit back.
It’s like the drug loves confrontation. It’s as if confrontation triggers something. The drug is supposed to suppress fear. That’s the point of it. But it seems to do a few other things. If confrontation starts, it’s like Jason gets an adrenaline boost but not in self-defense, instead, it’s more like skydiving. It’s actually fun, it doesn’t matter who the confrontation is with. It’s fun. Thrilling. Jason doesn’t realize that maybe that was Craen’s plan. He’s a mad scientist. Maybe the drug is meant to suppress his fear but maybe it’s meant to control other parts of him in just the right way to do his bidding. Like using confrontation as another drug. Jason doesn’t see it. He can’t see it because the drug, at the end of the day, is Crane’s creation. Because Crane is the one pulling the strings behind the curtain.
And unfortunately for you, you're kicking up the confrontation.
Jason’s smile falls as he shakes his head. There’s an anger that sparks across his eyes, something you've never directed at you. “Really? Not what you fucking said yesterday. Not what you said earlier today when you tipped me off.”
“You weren’t like this yesterday or earlier.” You argue, holding your ground.
Jason steps forward, making you take steps back until your back hits the alley wall behind you and your heart spikes. Your head isn’t throbbing but a very small part of you, is a little bit scared. This isn’t him. Jason wouldn’t try to kill Dick. Jason does not threaten you. But there's a look in his eyes and if he's willing to kill Dick and attack his friends, what's he willing to do to you?
“Go. Home.” Jason warns.
prev. chapter
series masterlist | masterlist | tag list
Tag list: @fairyofshampoo // @italiana-20 // @jasontoddsmentaldisorders // @purplerose291 // @lovelessamai // @makaelaseresin // @lenidaslenchen // @mayfieldss // @ghostkingblake // @im-done-with-this-im-out // @velvetskies // @lilylovelyxo // @cryinghotmess // @yesimwriting // @vivian-555 // @stainedstardom // @baebeepeach // @legend-o-zelda // @harleycao // @somehow-lovable-trash // @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx // @deyja-the-duck // @jasontoddslover // @captainmarvels-blog // @totallynotkaibiased // @scarlovesyou // @whydoyoucare866 // @littlemeowmeow1000 // @ginger24880 // @septixtrash // @kplatzman
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#red hood x reader#red hood x you#jason todd fanfic#jason todd fanfiction#titans fanfic#titans fanfiction#dc fanfic#dc fanfiction#petrichor#tw: blood
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
Angsty fic idea that I might write myself someday, but is also totally free if someone wants to snag it.
(WARNING for mentions of self-harm.)
I’ve read a bunch of “Izzy the Spewer” fics where Izzy gets sick for whatever reason—rough seas, migraines, the terrifying ordeal of being known—and Stede swoops in with some good old-fashioned TLC that makes Izzy’s angry little brain short-circuit. Fantastically done, keep it up. HOWEVER, I have yet to come across a fic that really plays with the thought I have every time I read that scenario. Namely: “Izzy is learning to correlate kindness with illness, right?”
Right?
Izzy hails from Black Sails land where kindness is in short supply and desiring it—or worse, needing it—is basically a social death sentence. Or a literal one. So, after Stede offers some of that rare, quality grade H/C, Izzy is primed to explain half of that with, “Bonnet is a fucking bonkers man who doesn’t know how to pirate properly” and the other half with, “When someone as crazy as Bonnet does comfort you it’s only because you’re pathetic enough to warrant it. He’d never just do that on the regular, because who the hell would? The only time you get kindness is when you find a magical unicorn man who doesn’t know better and the only time he’d give it, especially to someone like me, is when you’re basically at death’s door.”
Izzy comes to the simple but highly problematic conclusion that Being Gravely Ill = Receiving Comfort He Can’t Get Anywhere Else.
Soooo… why not just be sick more often ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Which is far from ideal, obviously, but not for reasons Izzy is equipped to understand yet. The only thing he’s grappling with is the indignity of being sick in the first place, but significantly that ship has already sailed. Fang already told the whole crew about his nickname, Lucius made it a staple insult, and they all watched him losing his lunch over the side while Stede kept him from going overboard. There’s no coming back from that. But asking for more of that attention? He’s gonna—what? Just fucking walk up to Stede and request that he rub his back, or stroke his hair, or—heaven forbid—hug him? Absolutely-fucking-not. Izzy would rather die. Even if he DID make an attempt the words would literally not come out of his mouth. Being sick is the lesser of the two evils and since he’s already a weak, pathetic, needy excuse for a First Mate, might as well do whatever is necessary to deal with those failings.
Izzy might have the emotional intelligence of a rock, but he’s a damn good planner and can keep things subtle when it matters. At first no one notices that he only gives into the urge to heave when Stede is on deck and can see him do it. Everyone knows that Izzy eats dinner alone, long after the others have finished, but not that he’s restricting himself to the portions that have started going bad, resulting in many late-night bouts of suffering. He stops the breathing exercises he developed years ago to keep his nausea under control, stops self-medicating whenever a storm is on the horizon, even starts putting himself in situations that he knows will make his stomach churn, all with the intent of crafting a situation where, oh no, his stubborn Captain is insisting he’s taken care of? Well, who’s he to disobey an order?
And it works! Until it doesn’t, of course. Because I’m a fan of the crew continuing to develop their found family, they’ve been approaching the “Spewer” business as a kind of heavy-handed teasing. They know it’s not nice, but Izzy is such an asshole, and besides, they kinda thought it was a past thing? Not something he’s still struggling with and certainly not to this extent—like teasing your brother for falling down the stairs that one time except, huh, he’s falling down the stairs weekly now. That’s not funny anymore.
Their concern merges with Ed’s because really, he’s been sailing with Izzy for most of his life and it’s never been this bad. If anything, he should be doing better on The Revenge where there’s always fresh food and blue skies appear with an almost supernatural frequency. Stede too has started to grow suspicious, especially after that one time where Izzy didn’t really seem sick anymore, but kept claiming he was (because the idiot was so close—SO CLOSE—to just asking for comfort without this whole charade, but of course he didn’t).
It all comes to a head when Stede and Ed confront Izzy about it… which goes about as well as you would expect. Izzy goes into the meeting terrified that Ed noticed him playing this game with his boyfriend and is probably going to anchor him for it. Ed thinks it’s great that Stede and Izzy are bonding—the fact that he’s finally acknowledging his own crush on Izzy doesn’t help, given how overprotective he’s feeling— but otherwise he’s just confused? Especially since he’s such a tactile person and threw himself headfirst into touching Stede the second he realized that was allowed. Stede has the best handle on what’s really going on, but doesn’t know how acknowledge all that without making things worse. So he just, uh, makes things worse? Realizing that Izzy has the self-preservation instincts of a teaspoon, they try to go the “Making yourself sick means you’re not in a position to act as a functional First Mate” route because Izzy is all about being useful right? Except great, now he’s feeling guilty about how sick he can get, guilty about using that to get something he thinks he shouldn’t have, AND guilty about how that’s making him a liability. He and Ed get into a huge fight about it. Stede dithers. Punches are probably thrown.
They think things have cooled down a few days later, except then Izzy gets legitimately sick—no fuckery involved—and Ed just… doesn’t believe him? He’s suspicious now, understandably. Not because he thinks Izzy is always lying about when he’s ill, or always sets out to make it worse, and he certainly doesn’t have a problem with him getting comfort from Stede—or him!—for any reason, but he’s terrified that Izzy is still hurting himself and that shit needs to stop. But being accused of that when he’s actually ill is the fucking tipping point and Izzy… crumbles. Just fucking looses it. No more filters, or barriers, or excuses. The man’s a sobbing, exhausted mess and this is it, they’ll both be disgusted by him now.
They’re not, of course. This time Ed and Stede comfort Izzy together and, more importantly, insist that he stays with them even after he’s calmed down/is feeling better. Lots of talking it out where they insist that yes, he can have this. No, he doesn’t need to be ill enough to “deserve” it. Izzy, there’s two of us and we’re both overflowing with affection 24/7, we guarantee it’s not an imposition to ask for things. But he can’t. He just literally can’t. There’s no version of Izzy (yet) that can ask for comfort when he needs it, or simply take it with the understanding that it’s always freely offered. So they devise some strategies to help Izzy ask without feeling like he’s asking; simple actions that will cue them into his mood without anyone else being wiser. The most successful is having a designated spot in the Captains’ cabin that is his and his alone. For a long time, Izzy will only accept their attentions in complete privacy anyway, so sitting on this particular part of the couch always means… well, the whole point is that Izzy doesn’t have to say what it means. He’ll get there, but right now he just has to sit down—that’s it, just sit, even he can fucking sit—and his Captains understand precisely what he needs.
And with their relationship and Izzy’s coping skills developing, everyone lives happily ever after ^_^
(Bonus cathartic comedy moment: Someone unknowingly sits in Izzy’s spot and he reacts precisely like a pissed-off cat would. Glaring from across the room, coiled tight as a spring, hand ominously on the pommel of his sword. This means nothing to me, don’t fucking think otherwise, but you WILL move and you will move NOW.)
516 notes
·
View notes
Text
Character ai is a mess. I went back to it and lost myself in it again, but I'm back now but idk for how long. So I'm gonna like speedrun all of my writing and editing for this and the 2nd chapter. Cause holy shit, I'm gonna be hella busy in a few months. Also found out I have a small and harmless heart condition...yeah so this month been crazy.
Also made a little drawing since I was gone for a while. Hopefully I’ll be back with weekly updates now I’m off of character ai and started to take meds for my heart.
I Saw You Once In a Dream, Maybe Pt 9
Is it too late to kick him out? He stares up at you and smirks. You can feel your face get ready as the embarrassment hits. You can't be seriously asking for him to tag along.
You might as well beg for him to come.
“Can you please, come with me? I would appreciate it, if you can. I'll even buy something for you.”
It took everything in you to stare back at him. The urge to smack him increased when his smirk widened.
How the fuck did you two got married in the future?
“Oh, of course, I will come along. Especially when you asked so nicely.” He stands up and heads to the front door, giving you one last glance.
You sigh and try to calm down. Ever since running into him, your day has been…well you can't even describe it. Was it bad? Good? Meh?
You lock the door and catch up to Monkey King, who was waiting for you on the sidewalk. He gives you a soft smile.
“So which way are we going?”
“There's a small market nearby. It's just a short walk, 5 minutes tops.”
You walk off and try to block out any thoughts of how you prefer that smile on his face.
Monkey King nods and follows you.
“So what are you planning for dinner? I'm not much of a cook but I can help!” He stares at you with that same soft expression.
What the hell happened?! Why is he acting all calm and sweet all of a sudden?
You continue to ignore your thoughts and how your heart was fluttering.
“I don't know, I guess we'll find out when I buy the groceries. I'm not much of a cook either. I just fall asleep and skip dinner for most nights.”
“I don't think that's healthy for a human.” He mutters. You can see he wanted to say something more.
“Maybe, but I never had a reason to make dinner. A snack or takeout was enough.”
“So why not tonight?”
“Well…” You felt nervous and embarrassed. “It's been a while since I had someone over at my house so I just thought…that maybe I should do something different- something special.” You didn't need to see your face to know you were blushing. You wanted to scold yourself for getting all flustered for no reason yet all your thoughts stopped when you glanced at Monkey King.
He stares at you with wide eyes.
“You're cooking dinner because of me?” His eyes seem to shine like stars. Beaming with fondness and affection. “Looks like someone is falling for me.”
“What?! I just met you!” You nudge his shoulder. You wanted to get mad or at least annoyed but you just laughed. Monkey King laughs with you as he bumps his shoulder with yours. “Sneakily” holding your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, his grasp firm.
You smiled at him and held his hand back. Leaning on his shoulder as you both walk to the grocery store.
Even though you two spent an hour there. You enjoyed his company. Monkey King, helping by grabbing items or just joking around and having fun. What had always been a chore for you, felt fun when he joined along.
Okay, maybe you're starting to understand why you married this idiot.
Also, you managed to buy a little more than usual since he could carry a lot of things. That was a huge plus for you, since you refuse to use your car for anything. Does that thing even work? Oh, wait, pretty sure you lost the key to it and are too lazy to get a new one.
“Thank you again for helping to carry the bags back. You can place it on the counter.”
“You bought a lot of things, how empty is your fridge?”
“Shhhh, we don't talk about that. I bet you don't even have a fridge, so don't judge.”
“There's literally nothing in here.” He said placing a few items in the fridge.
You blow a raspberry at him and put the refrigerated items in the fridge.
“I told you I usually eat a snack or takeout. I hardly cook.”
“Is it because you don't know how to cook? How worried should I be, when you serve me my plate?”
You roll your eyes.
“If you're so worried, then I won't serve you anything.”
“Hey now, I said, I would be worried but that won't stop me from eating it. Edible or not, you're serving me food you made! No way I'm passing that opportunity. Maybe I can pretend, my darling spouse made me the best dinner after a long day of work.”
“Ha-ha, very funny. Are we really going to roleplay being an old married couple or what? We barely met, Monkey King.”
“Wukong, you can call me Wukong.”
You raise a brow at him.
“Alright, Wukong. So we are on a first-name basis now huh?”
“I mean-” He glances away, but you can see his cheeks turning red. “I really want to have a relationship with you and it'll be weird having you calling me by my title.”
It was weird to see him so…embarrassed and flustered. Throughout this whole day, he has been teasing you. Maybe there were a few moments when you saw him more softly. You just laughed and ruffled his fur in his head.
“I guess you're right about that, so Wukong it is then. Now put on a show we can watch while I cook. Nothing fancy or crazy, just some regular easy and fast food.”
Wukong chuckles as he heads to the living room.
“Alright, fine, but no complaints about what I pick.”
You put away the groceries and left the ingredients out. Once in a while, glancing at the tv to see what Wukong was searching for. You head to the trash can to throw something away when you spot the stuffed toy.
A part of you felt bad for throwing it away but another part of you felt embarrassed that you even bought the toy. What would Wukong think? Would he tease you about it or be hurt that you threw it away? That's if he found out. I wonder what will be the consequences for this?
#lmk reader#lmk y/n#lmk x reader#lmk x y/n#lmk sun wukong#lmk monkey king#sun wukong#monkey king#lmk wukong#sun wukong x reader#lmk sun wukong x reader#lmk monkey king x reader#monkey king x reader#lmk#interactive story
90 notes
·
View notes
Text
short n sweet zoro hcs! sfw & nsfw
warnings: fem bodied, smut, jealousy, drunk stuff, bite ish, basic smut smut stuff ykyk
hai guys. i love doing these bc theyre so fun and take no time to write and im busy and sleep deprived. SOOO ENJOY QUEENS AND KINGS AND EVERYONE <33
—————————
gets you gifts but never gives them to you in person because hes embarrassed. youll find a cute little teddy on your shared bed!
aquarium. room. sex. he doesnt care if someone might walk in because hes risky and thinks luck is on his side.
blushes and yells at you when you compliment him when hes around the crew. when youre alone hes gonna fuck you good.
carries you when you complain about walking or anything.
trusts you more than anyone
his sex drive isnt crazy but when its high its real high
needs you after a long workout. he thinks about you the whole time and at the end of the day, youre his little reward.
if hes drinking you have to be near him. he doesnt know why but he loves it
sleeps on your boobies
sleeps on your thighs
sleep + you = heaven
he tries to hide his moans and groans in the beginning but he knows he cant do they just all come out eventually.
he likes giving you head more than recieving it.
hes not a mean bum to you and all serious around you, hes gentle and flustered around you.
sometimes you guys argue because he can be insensitive but he makes it up to you everytime.
he smells so manly, sometimes you almost hurl but sometimes its the hottest thing ever.
drools on you
he loves you soooslsslslslslslsloooo muchhhhh
in his mind he wants to bite you and mark you up so bad but he keeps that to himself.. like he has the urges to carve “ zoros’ ” on your chest with his swords but he doesnt.
showering with him is so adorable. even if he does it WEEKLY.
literally youre the first woman hes been with
sanji literally CRIES over the fact he has you and makes sanjis life a living hell
he thinks youre so cute.
loves booty.
WOULD NOT CALL YOU WOMAN.
would call you baby when youre alone
hed stick to a special cute nickname when hes around the crew and others
if anyone else called you by his nickname he made hed probably get jealous and explode
piggy back ride king!!
out of all my op men, zoros gotta be my fav!!!!! i love him smmmmm
baii ☺️
#zoro roronoa x reader#zoro smut#zoro imagine#op zoro#one piece x you#zoro roronoa x you#zoro x you#smut oneshot
291 notes
·
View notes
Note
ur yandere bakugou is so good can u continue it?/nf
Of course! (This was written around the time I released “Hate That I Love You”, so I assumed that was the oneshot you were referring to- I hope that’s the case >3<)
Title: Hate That I Love You (Part 2)
Pairings: Bakugou x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, physical harm towards reader
Summary: Hating you would be easier than what Bakugou feels.
Part 1: here
“And I hate how much I love you, girl
I can’t stand how much I need you
And I hate how much I love you, girl
But I just can’t let you go
But I hate that I love you so.”
-from “Hate That I Love You” by Rhianna
Bakugou couldn’t bring himself to throw away the Heroes Weekly magazine. Not when it had you featured on the cover and centerfold.
Of all things you could wear, why a swimsuit edition?
It doesn’t help that he’d taken to following you around like a lovestruck fanboy whenever you were on patrol and he wasn’t.
He wanted to show you how pissed off at you he was- hurt you like your words had hurt him.
Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do so.
And maybe he could’ve been fine. He could’ve taken time to cool his head and get a hold on himself again.
If you hadn’t been assigned his sidekick for a full week.
He knew on the first day he wouldn’t make it long. He even considered calling out sick, because he sure felt sick. His stomach was in knots when he got close to you and he felt like he might throw up all over your iron-toed boots.
He had grown weak.
On your fourth patrol with him, he remembered what you had said about him not too long ago and decided to question you about it.
“I don’t remember saying that, sorry.”
You were so infuriating he wanted to strangle you right there and then. But he’d continue on, palms sweating and a blush constantly heating his cheeks, because he wouldn’t give in to these asinine feelings.
Bakugou’s a strange guy.
You couldn’t help but feel ashamed that he’d overheard you talking bad about him to other heroes. That was definitely not something you wanted to end up in the papers. You could see the headline now “Drama between two well-known heroes…”
There wasn’t any drama between you, though. He hated you equally as much as everyone else, if you could judge his glares and gruff orders correctly. Maybe a little more than that, since you had a feeling he didn’t approve of quirkless people trying to become heroes.
The muscular pro hero was storming away… in the wrong direction. Letting out an annoyed huff, you called out to him and waved him over. If the lightning wasn’t so dim, you probably could have seen the blush spreading up his cheeks at your call.
“We were asked to go north, remember?” You were impatient, yes, but it wouldn’t be anything ruder than what Bakugou had to say to you every time he opened his mouth.
“Fuck that, we’re going south.”
You threw your arms up in the air, exasperated, “And why the hell are we going to do that?”
He glared back at you with blazing red eyes. His gaze was so fierce you were a little afraid you might spontaneously combust.
“Fine, fine, we’ll go south. Geez…” You reluctantly followed the explosive hero, knowing full well he wouldn’t listen to you anyways. It was easier to pretend you had a say than fight him on it and lose.
You followed him a ways, chewing on your lip in boredom. There wasn’t anything down this way and, if you got called to help, you’d both have to rush extra fast north. This was stupid. He was stupid. Why did you agree to help his stupid agency?
“Ladies first,” Bakugou said, mockingly gesturing towards a dark alleyway. Confusion and light suspicion clouded your mind. Why was he suddenly telling you to go ahead? Was he going to ditch you? Was he actually scared to go down a silly alley?
“Fine,” you scoffed,squeezing by him into the narrow alleyway, listening for the sound of him following you. It didn’t come and you started to turn around to yell at him to hurry up!
One of Bakugou’s small grenades came skittering down, rolling across your feet. You barely had a second to recoil in surprise before blinding light shocked your vision and your ears began to ring.
A flash grenade? What the hell?
You wanted to yell at him, but the sound in your ears was making your head spin. And your vision literally hurt.
Something made contact with the back of your head and your vision went from white to black, Bakugou catching you before your legs buckled too much. He swung your body up and over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
“Serves you right, lying to me,” he snorted, looking apprecaitively at your unconscious body.
Maybe he liked it better when you couldn’t talk back.
#yandere#yandere one shot#one shot#yandere x reader#yandere my hero academia#my hero academia#yandere bakugou#bakugou katsuki
46 notes
·
View notes
Note
Am very curious about the Butcher shop AU.
Ahh, thank you for this ask! This is an old Zimbits AU I started writing on at some point during the pandemic, maybe in late 2020 or early 2021, I'm, not really sure. It was inspired by the butcher shop down the street from my house, where the owner makes a weekly "family dinner" for staff. Occasionally, he does collabs with other businesses on the block (a bakery, a cafe, a convenience store that has an impressive wine selection, a nice restaurant, and a fishmonger). I was in there one afternoon and I heard the owner and one of the employees joking around in a manner that could have been interpreted as flirting, and my mind was off to the races.
The butcher also makes these gorgeous meat pies, which I thought would be an interesting twist on Bitty as a pie maker. The general idea was that Jack and Bitty meet in this setting when Jack applies for a part-time job to keep him busy after he retires from hockey. But I didn't get far enough into it to come up with an actual story beyond the meet cute and flirting; it's all vibes, no plot.
But I am rather happy with the way this part turned out:
When Bitty was out of earshot Shitty leaned over the counter, so close that Jack instinctively took a step back. “I know it’s not my business, but are you and Bitty—“ he raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Are Bitty and I …”
“You’re a thing now, right?”
“Shits, why would you think that?” Jack all but hissed, hoping Bitty had put his headphones on and couldn’t hear this conversation.
“You just seem very comfortable together. And he makes dinner for you? Like every night? If you aren’t a thing, he sure as hell is sending some signals..”
“And those would be?”
“Think about it. He sends you home with dinner every night because he knows you eat alone. Have you ever thought of asking him to join you?”
“We spend eight hours a day together. He doesn’t want to spend any more time with me.”
“I reject that hypothesis. He’s clearly into you, dude. Like, really into you. And by the way, I think you hurt his feelings when you said you were on a diet.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“You basically insulted the guy’s cooking. What does Bitty care about more than anything else?”
“Beyoncé.”
“Cooking. And you, probably, but if you keep insulting his cooking you might fall to the bottom of the list.”
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Admittedly, I've been feeling terrible lately. I didn't even finish my weekly drawing and broke my now months long streak. I thought I would be able to do it, but my emotions weighted me down too much. I might go back to drawing one art every two weeks.
Anyway, I feel like I should do more fun things. I mean, drawing is fun, and I love creating stories for my OCs, but I do have a lot of other interests. And tho I'm sticking to talking about LEGO today, I want to talk more and get out of my shell. And maybe give you more insight into me as a person.
So today I'm going to talk about my favourite LEGO themes and why I love the series, plus how I personally got i to all of them. It's not a normal review whatsoever, just an excuse to ramble about my interests freely. Just remember this is my experience and my feelings.
(And it's not at all like I'm making this post because I need all of this to prepare for a speaking class and the only way to motivate myself is by making a post about it o _o Come on, I'm killing two birds with one stone here!)
Okay, so, my all-time favourite themes are (in chronological order to when I found them):
1. Bionicle
Honourable mention: Hero Factory
2. Ninjago
3. Legends of Chima
4. Monkie Kid
5. Dreamzzz
1. So. Bionicle. I have a weird history with Bionicle. My dad's friends used to get movies for us, and one day it just happened that my dad's friends gave us a pen drive with Bionicle: Legend Reborn on it. I think I would be around... Seven or eight when I watched it I've seen fans say that it was a pretty weak film, but I didn't know Bionicle back then, and I really enjoyed it! That movie was a soft reboot of the series, and as someone who started their Bionicle obsession with that movie, in my opinion it worked really well as a standalone supposed to capture new audiences. I really loved the sense of mystery that was probably lost on new fans. It wasn't exactly explained what or who Mata Nui was, besides him being a warrior who lost his people. And the ending... I really thought there would be a sequel to it, and was really intrigued by whom the great beings were, and what happened to the world, why Mata Nui knew them, what the giant ahh robots were supposed to do.
Of course, when a few years later in middle school I looked for the sequel, I didn't find it. And to be honest, the ending was disappointing to me. However, there was a whole other storyline in Bionicle to catch up on! And so one faithful summer was spent reading all the comics I could find, reading wiki pages one after another, playing Mata Nui online game obsessively, refusing to use a walkthrough. Believe me when I say I was obsessed!
And then out of nowhere in 2015 g2 came out, and I was stoked since I missed out on practically the whole g1 as it was being made. (I mean, it's understandable, I was born the same year the first Bionicle movie came out.) I mean, can you blame me for being excited? A dead franchise that I just started becoming a devoted fan of is suddenly revived from the grave. I felt like the luckiest person on earth that day. Honestly, g2 was a lot simpler than g1, but I really like it, even if most people said it sucked. Sure, it wasn't exactly like g1, and even I cringed a few times when watching the g2 show, but for what it was, it was cool in my eyes, and loved finding all the g1 references. And there were quite a few of them! The story of g2 was simpler, but for little kids I think it would've been fine. But alas, LEGO did a crap job promoting it, and it died early, with an ending that was so bad even I can't defend it. It just didn't make sense, and it was rushed as hell. But I still wished it would've continued.
I love both generations for different things, and I'm sad I didn't get any g2 sets when they were out (Lewa was my favourite one). But years later I managed to get a promotional anniversary set of Tahu and Takua, and you wouldn't believe my happiness when I was building it. It's strange being a relatively new fan compared to others I see online, but I still remember seeing Bionicle commercials, and even have a very vague memory of seeing a Phantoka commercial on our ancient TV. I mean come on, I was so into it, I even learned the Matoran alphabet! My mom had to listen to my countless rambling, and if I ask her about Bionicle today, she still remembers some answers, that's how much into it I was. Hell, this blog started as a Bionicle blog before I moved fully to Monkie Kid content.
Okay, this Bionicle ramble is getting a tad long, so I'll wrap this up. Would I recommend Bionicle to anyone? Well... Not really, unless you like long lore researching adventures. The story is so convoluted, with many sides stories, and it went on for so many years, that despite my obsession I still probably missed like, 40% of the lore. G1 at least, wouldn't vibe with casual audience probably. G2 might be easier on the brain, despite it having some deeper lore too. Plus, there's the cultural appropriation issue, that I'm not qualified to talk about, but others already made pages long blogs and articles about. Plus the weird gender situation. But, it's still a good story in my eyes, despite its many faults. But that's just me, and if you didn't catch on yet, I'm already deep in this hole and there's no getting out of here now.
Honourable mention: This brings us to Hero Factory. I watched the first few episodes at around the same time as the first Bionicle movie. Came from the same source as before. I think it deserves a mention, because I still loved it, and did some lore digging, but I wasn't as obsessed with it as the other positions on the list. I didn't like the later stuff as much, tho some concepts were really cool too. But the story of the first episodes was really well done, and worked great as a movie. The fights were tense, and when watching it for the first time, I couldn't really know if the characters would be okay. Honestly, it got me really excited and invested. A factory of heroes is a unique concept, and I always found it intriguing how they made the robot society work. But, I don't think it needed more time than it needed, unlike Bionicle, where I didn't like the ending of either generation. I think it wrapped things up quite well with the first episodes, and the later ones just feel like cool side stories, and it works in my opinion.
This one I would definitely recommend, because I feel like it's underrated, and it's not long. Like I said, the version I got was just a one movie like compilation. I checked and there's just 11 episodes. It would probably take 1–2 hours to watch it, not counting the later movies and all.
2. Next one is Ninjago! I started watching it almost from the start. I must have been around ten or so... The episodes aired on TV, so I had easy access to it! I almost never missed an episode, and watched even the reruns. And believe me, I was hypnotised when watching it. Tho, starting from rebooted I watched the episodes online, first in my native language, then in English since I started getting too impatient to wait. This was my first obsession. For the longest time, when people asked me what I wanted to do, I said I wanted to be a ninja. One of my oldest OCs is Mika, and she grew up with me. Whenever a new season was to come, I would design a new suit for her. I have a whole dedicated blog to her, I wonder if you all can find it lol. Anyway, for a kid's show, the first seasons were really well written, and the show could be dark when it wanted, but it didn't lack jokes, and most were very funny. And honestly, Ninjago had a really big impact on my life. It taught me not to give up, and it made me want to make the world a better place. Grade school was a horrible time for me, and Ninjago was like my escape. Tho, I might have daydreamed about it too much at one point...
I started distancing myself from Ninjago around hands of time. I didn't watch the show as regularly, catching up on seasons long after they aired. I think that's also where the writing quality started dropping… I just didn't like it as much any more. But it should've been expected with a series that went on for so long. I'm not one of the people who think old Ninjago was better than anything. It wasn't perfect at all. But I didn't like the short format of newer seasons. But then secrets of forbidden spinjitzu dropped, and i as a person started getting better too, so I went back to Ninjago, and while it wasn't still the best and people had a lot of issues I loved those few next seasons. I mean, they somehow hit right into my interests with those seasons. First the adventure movies like atmosphere with the Egyptian like tomb, then they get sucked into a video game, then the very DnD like feeling Shintaro. It was right up my alley. My love for Ninjago was back in full force by then. So you can imagine how sad I was when the word that Ninjago was ending started going around. The series has been with me for half my life. My friends even knew how much I liked it, my best IRL friend even bought me a Ninjago set for Christmas one time. But you know, I thought it was probably Ninjago's time. Nothing can last forever after all, and it had a very good run. Why not end it when the story was still quite alright? And then… Crystallized happened. I didn't watch Crystallized. I heard the spoilers, and I wasn't… thrilled. Especially with Harumi. And people hated that season. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. It didn't feel like a send-off Ninjago deserved.
So you can imagine how damn happy I was about Dragon Rising! And surprise, it's the best Ninjago has been in a while! I absolutely loved the first season. The new characters are wonderful, and that change was certainly what Ninjago needed. And the fact that it's merged with one of other of my beloved LEGO series only makes it better. And that's probably my cue to move to it hehe
So, would I recommend Ninjago? Yeah. Its story is easy to follow, you just need to watch the show. If you're ready to watch sixteen+ seasons that it! Even the worse seasons have some value to them I'd argue. But I may be biased with how close to my heart that series is.
3. Yeah boy, Legends of Chima! I started watching Chima around the same time I started watching Ninjago, and I was equally hooked. And yes, my mom remembers this one as well, I watched it every time it was on too. Actually, I think the first fanfiction I've ever written was about Chima. With a pencil on paper. I think that, while the other series captivated me because of magic or the setting or the action, in Chima it was the characters and their dynamics mostly, despite there being plenty of magic powers and action too, plus a unique setting. The main characters all have distinct personalities, and it's fun to see how their personalities clash or work together. I think it's cool because the conflict between lions and crocodiles takes the main stage in the first season. Later seasons are great too, and they shake things up to make things interesting quite well. The lore isn't as broad as in other series, but it's pretty cool and interesting either way. There were some unique concepts there. I can't explain my love for this theme as well as with other series, because I don't think there was anything big that made me like it. It's just a cool show. I think what there was has been satisfying, tho young me was really sad and angry it ended anyway. But it's great for what it was. But I can't say I'm not happy that Chima is now merged with Ninjago, and it works so well together, and I absolutely love Lord Ras.
I would absolutely recommend it. It's a fun show, and only three seasons long. It can be both fun and serious, and I definitely had a blast watching it.
4. Now one of my newer obsessions! Monkie Kid! I watched the pilot in Chinese when it came out, then I promptly forgot about the series and binge-watched it all when season 3 came out. I was reading about Journey to the West long before the series was announced, since I have a liking for old stories and legends and myths and stuff. And Asian cultures fascinate me. I blame Ninjago with its Japanese influence and all the martial arts movies that were on the TV all the time. Plus Mulan and Kung Fu Panda. Anyway, I can't say much about how accurate it is or anything since I'm not Chinese, but I think the show is great. I noticed a lot of references to Journey To The West. No shocker here, it's inspired by it. But being in this fandom made me learn a lot of new things about China, tho I still have a bunch of things to learn. I'm no expert yet. Tho, I try my best to be respectful.
Umm... Like I said, not much to say about how accurate the story is. But I really liked Journey to the West, so naturally I like Monkie Kid too. Plus, MK i really relatable to me. I feel like my personality is really similar to his, tho I'm more introverted. For some reason, I relate to this portrayal of Macaque and Wukong as well.
I dare to say that from all the series so far, I find this one to be the most well written. I just find the writing to be the most impactful. Plus, the artstyle is very different from other LEGO shows. Action scenes are really fun. The artstyle definitely works in its favour. And yeah, I would recommend this show 100%.
5. And finally, the newest addition to the LEGO series, Dreamzzz! The show is really new and just starting, but I love the concept and the writing! Plus again, I really relate to Mateo. The characters feel like real people you would meet, and how they interact feels realistic. And I found myself liking even the characters that annoyed me, because their personalities were the realistic type of annoying, one that you might find out in the wild. And the concept of a dream world just really speaks to me. And it gives the creators a lot of creative freedom. All wacky things can happen in a dream after all. One thing I didn't expect in the show was the secret agency, and I think it's a clever addition to the story.
I would recommend this series. I hope it'll have a bright future, and that the writing will stay this good.
Well, time to wrap all of this up. Whoever suffered through this whole ramble deserves a juice and a cookie 🍪🧃 For a few finishing thoughts... I noticed a lot of the series I like blend magic powers and technology together. I just thought it's interesting. And I wanted to mention that the songs for Bionicle, Ninjago and Chima absolutely slap. I used to listen to them on repeat all the time lol Even my mom really enjoyed those songs
Yeah, I don't know what this post was for, I just felt like writing all that :v
#long ahh post#pointless rambling#bionicle#lego bionicle#hero factory#lego hero factory#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#lego ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising#lego dragons rising#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#lmk#dreamzzz#lego dreamzzz
17 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
disneyismyidol
PSN PLUS
ofthclight
rage against.
baishouqijia
IT'S A RICH MAN'S WORLD.
elriel-sparkleshadow
Sparkle Shadow
meta-nerd
meta nerd