#btw still only caught double life
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Slashers (plus Micheal) chasing their future s/o and mid chase they trip head first bc of a rock and their s/o just turns around and laughs at them. The slasher just get up and start chasing them again but there s/o can’t stop laughing
I think it’s a funny fic❤️
U don’t have to do this btw
Oh but I want to 😄 unfortunately I couldn't come up with a good scenario for Michael, sorry. If I ever get an idea for it I will add him to thia post
Slashers tripping and falling while chasing their future s/o
Jason Voorhees
Jason is unsure about chasing you, and that’s the only reason why this happens. Usually, when he is *really* determined to kill someone, something like that wouldn’t happen to him; not at Crystal Lake at least, where he knows every stick and stone by heart. He may get his weapon stuck in places, but tripping? No way.
But you… you are different. Really, you don’t seem like his other victims at all. Your only real “crime” is entering his territory in the first place. So yes, Jason isn’t quite as set on killing you. He might even let you get away.
He is debating with himself if sparing you would really be a good idea, when his foot gets caught on a small rock, and he finds himself face first on yet another rock, leaving him with a bloody nose.
You stop and look at him, your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laugher. But when you try to speak, it just bursts out. Jason, of course, is not pleased, and immediately gets up to continue his pursuit.
Busy laughing as you are, you do not see the rope on the ground, and you quickly find yourself in the same position as Jason, face-first on the ground, with a nosebleed and a bruise on your face.
He catches up to you and you turn around. “I… guess I deserve it now, for laughing at you.” You see the blood dripping from underneath his mask and pull a tissue from your pocket. “Here. Sorry for laughing earlier.”
He hesitates before accepting, and once his bleeding nose is plugged up, he reaches out his hand to pull you to your feet.
Okay, it wasn’t nice of you to laugh at him, but you apologized. And that seals the deal for him; you’re a good one. You don’t have to die.
Vincent Sinclair
He actually trips over his own equipment. No idea *how* you got into his workshop while still breathing; you were probably trying to hide from Bo, only to find yourself face to face with his brother. Once he notices you, he of course grabs his ornate carving knifes and tries to attack you, only for the strap of his apron to get stuck at his chair, which causes him to trip over said chair while trying to untangle himself. And to put the cherry on top, when he hits the ground, his mask cracks and falls off.
You try to bite back your laughter. Unsuccessfully. Still, you decide to run before Vincent can recover.
He catches up to you in the living room of the house. Now maskless, he advances on you while you are alternating between giggles and sobs.
Then you can see him. And just kind of blurt out:“A pretty face like yours really shouldn’t be covered up by a mask.”
He lowers his knives, confused. Are you… *hitting on him*?
Freddy Krueger
Even in a world where he is god, Freddy isn’t quite safe from the little annoyances of every day life. This time, while making one of his usual quips, he makes a small misstep and lands on his ass.
You laugh, all of your fear going up in smoke, and with that, Freddy’s powers.
“Fucking hell”, he grumbles while he pulls himself to his feet. “What, you think I’m harmless just because I tripped, bitch?”
You are doubled over, holding your sides. “Oh really? Cause you don’t look that threatening right now, old man!”
He growls, frustrated that you are *right*. You are in his world now, but he can’t do anything because you’re not scared.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms is pursuing you through the walls of his family’s estate, but underestimates his momentum while rounding a corner, which causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards.
You look at the sight, and while the laughter is bubbling up inside you already, you can’t help but feel the protectiveness you have started feeling towards your “charge” flare up.
He said he wouldn’t hurt you. He said he would be good. And really he has never hurt you, right?
Still chuckling to yourself, you walk up to him and offer your hand. “I think I win this round”, you say, trying to play it off as if you were only playing catch.
He looks up at you and allows you to pull him up. “You… were just playing?”
“Of course, would I be laughing otherwise?”
Brahms doesn’t quite believe that, but as long as it means you will stay, he won’t ask any more questions.
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba does tend to be a little bit on the clumsy side, so it’s no surprise when he loses his balance while swinging the chainsaw at you. It clatters to the ground, and gets dangerously close to cutting *him* instead.
You quickly grab the handle and turn it off, almost out of reflex, as if the person about to be cut by it hadn’t just tried to kill you.
The ridiculousness of the whole situation makes you burst out laughing. “What am I even doing here?”, you choke out inbetween tears of laughter. Then you shake your head and look at Bubba.
“You okay? The chainsaw didn’t get you, did it?”
He looks at you like you’re a hero. No, he can’t eat you. You saved him. He has to tell Drayton that you’re a friend now.
#slasher x reader#jason voorhees x reader#brahms heelsire x reader#bubba sawyer x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#freddy krueger x reader
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♡ peanut butter & tears ♡
♡ Pairing: idol!boyfriend!minho! x fem!reader
♡ Summary: A week after Minho goes public with your relationship, a ghost from your past posts a stream of tweets on social media revealing your darkest secrets to millions and, more importantly, your boyfriend.
♡ Genre: angst/fluff
♡ Word Count: 1.1k-ish
♡ Warnings: mention of sex, brief discussion of scars/stretchmarks/self harm/people being assholes on the internet (none of it's graphic but still important to warn you of, my loves)
♡ A/N: I love and appreciate @aprilskillstory not only for submitting this but for being super patient while I wrote it and for trusting me to write it at all. I named this after a DPR Ian song btw. If you haven't heard it, it's magical.
This is a nightmare...
Actually, it’s much worse than that. Nightmares you wake up from. This is real life. No alarm clock will ring to snap you out of it. This is happening. Sinking further down into the lukewarm water of your bubble bath, you look on helplessly as your phone lights up with notifications. Every few seconds the number in the top right corner of a half dozen apps doubles, triples in some cases.
Minho’s decision to go public with your relationship had initially gone much nicer than you anticipated. A week had passed with minimal backlash and what you did receive had begun to die down before the stream of tweets that have you preferring to prune than to crawl out of this tub and face him.
There's no telling who would have posted them. Tweet after tweet detailing things that you’ve wanted with everything in you to open up to Minho about. You’ve tried a million times and a million times your admissions have gotten caught in your throat, jagged and barbed, refusing to budge.
But someone dragged them out and your soul along with them, putting your secrets on display for a merciless crowd set on tearing you away from their beloved Minho.
“Trauma like that can’t make her a stable girlfriend.”
“Self harm scars? No wonder she’s always covered up in pics…”
“Our Lino deserves better.”
“She’s dated girls too? Do you think he knew?”
“If Minho knew he wouldn’t be with her.”
You scroll through reply after reply until your screen’s too wet for your touch to register. You’re startled by the sound of Minho shouting, his voice muffled through the thick walls of your apartment but his rage is unmistakable. Placing your phone on the chair by the bathtub, you hop out before courage abandons you.
“It’s gonna be okay” you repeat to yourself, wrapping a towel around you to form a lilac safety blanket, “Everything’s gonna be okay. Just breathe.” Footsteps descend down the hall and you breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Slow breaths full of intent like the pink haired girl in the yoga pants on Youtube instructed you to do.
“You’re the only big brother I have. Just, please, don’t let them come here” Minho begs, standing in the doorway with his phone to his ear, “I’ll come after. I promise. Thank you.” He hangs up, turning to you, his gaze transforming you into stone like one of the foolish men who dared to lay eyes on Medusa. The rise and fall of your chest ceases almost to the point of lifelessness.
“Minho, I can explain…” He folds an arm across his chest, nervously tapping his phone against his temple, “That you hid things from me?” “I didn’t hide anything. At least, not on purpose. I didn't mean to do it.” “Then what did you mean to do? Hmm? You know what I do for work. What were you thinking?” “Fuck, I don’t know” you weep, sitting on the edge of the tub.
You tilt your head back, hoping to send the tears rolling back to where they came from but it’s no use. They only pool in your eyes, clouding your vision so that the only thing you see as Minho approaches is the distorted silhouette of his figure. “I wanted to tell you, I did, but I was afraid it’d be too much at once. That you’d hate me like other guys in the past have.”
You’re rambling, breathing heavily, blindly reaching for tissues. Minho leans your head forward, resting your left cheek on his stomach while he strokes the other side of your face, soothing your anxiousness. “Hate you? Hate…you?” he asks, more offended by your statement than you expect, “I need you to look at me.” Sniffling, you turn to look up at him and he’s…smiling?
“I love you. Nothing could ever make me hate you. I just wish you’d come to me so I could've protected you. If I had known…” “Wait, you’re not mad?” “At what?” “That I’ve, you know, dated women before.” Minho shrugs, “Jisung’s basically my last resort if we break up so, uh, no.” “But my scars and my stretch marks…” Kissing you on the forehead, he backs away and begins to take his shirt off.
“When you asked me to have sex with the lights out did I ever argue?” For the first time since you met, it sets in that he had, in fact, never questioned why you never wanted the lights on. Come to think of it, you usually didn’t need to ask for them to be off. They already were. Minho tosses his shirt to the ground, running his fingers along the scar that marks his abdomen, “I was afraid you wouldn’t like mine either.”
“Wouldn’t like it?” you scoff, unable to fathom how you’d ever find him anything short of beautiful, “It’s a part of you. I love anything that’s a part of you.” Minho sits down beside you, delighting in seeing you even partially uncovered for the first time, “The feeling’s mutual.” The sound of a vibrating phone grabs your attention. You glance over at the chair. It’s not yours.
Minho digs his phone out of his pocket, groaning as he scrolls through text messages. “Shit, I have to go do damage control” he huffs, jumping up to toss his shirt back on, “But when I come back we have to talk. I have questions about the scars if you’re comfortable? Just to make sure you’re okay.” “Uh, yeah, sure that’s okay. I’ll make us some food for when you get back and you can ask me whatever.”
His phone vibrates again, this time it’s a call. “What?” he whines, “I’m on my way. No, I really am. I’m in the car right now. Oh no, you’re breaking up. Oh…” Minho’s phone hits the bath water with a splash, sending bubbles cascading down the walls. “Oops,” he gasps, knowing very well it wasn’t an accident.
Minho gives you a dozen more kisses on your lips, on your forehead, on your cheeks, before he’s dashing around the apartment searching for his keys. “And stay off of social media unless you plan to make a list of everyone who says something bad so I can fight them! Love you!” he shouts on the way out the front door. “Love you too!” you shout back before it closes.
Left alone in the silence of the aftermath, you nibble at your bottom lip, nervous at having finally found someone this accepting but beyond happy that he exists. That he’s yours. A phone vibrates again. Your phone. Picking it up you see that it’s a call from someone you haven’t spoken to in a while. No doubt with questions about what’s been going on. You stare at it for a moment, contemplating answering but then...
“Oops” you gasp, letting your phone slip into a watery grave beside Minho’s, “Tragic.”
#lee know x you#lee know x reader#lee know x y/n#lee know angst#stray kids x female reader#stray kids x y/n#stray kids x you#stray kids x reader#stray kids angst#stray kids fluff#lee know fluff
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BnHA Chapter 403: (But Just That One Part, Because I'm Not Caught Up)
Previously on BnHA: Truly no idea, but it kind of looks like Katsuki is riding some sort of spaceship, and everyone has gotten really, really sparkly. I see you all have been busy these past 22 months. Great job, keep it up.
Today on BnHA: “So it’s come to my attention that a truly shocking number of you are only reading this manga for a single character.” – Horikoshi Kouhei, October 2023.
so. where to start, lol
I guess I should open with an apology, because I am about to make a fairly selfish decision! what I am about to do, is post a reaction to Bakugou’s Return To The Manga. however, because I’m not caught up, I’m going to be reading this one scene completely out of context without knowing anything about what is going on. which means that I’m going to be missing out on god knows how many nuances and details, which means this reaction post will be short on those things as well. so basically I’m prioritizing my own personal gratification as a fan here even though it is 100% going to affect the quality of my reaction blog, and for that I genuinely am sorry. eventually I will finish catching up, and when that happens I will post a proper reaction with all the trimmings. that’s just how it is for now though
anyway so with that said, basically what I’ve done now is I have gone to the scanlation website, and clicked on chapter 403, and then scrolled down through most of the chapter while sort of half-looking away from my screen with my eyes squinted so that everything is mostly blurry, until I finally reached the big double-page spread with you-know-who doing his thing. namely, standing around on this giant glowy cereal bowl from the future, which appears to be either hovering up in the air, or slowly crashing onto the ground
and this right here, is exactly what I was rambling on about a moment ago. you guys I really am sorry to be doing this, because even I can tell this should be solemn and sincere moment of awe and excitement and relief. but because I completely lack any context whatsoever for wtf is happening, most of the dramatic impact is lost on me, and to tell the truth right now this page is a hell of a lot funnier than it has any right to be
like, so Deku. this boy is crying all the tears. I recklessly scrolled back up one page to see why, and it appears the answer is Because All Might Is About To Fucking Die (which, !??!?), so that’s actually VERY fucked up, and I’m sure I will have PAGES AND PAGES OF WORDS to say about all of that once I finally catch up properly. that is very traumatic and emotional and I will probably cry a lot about it
BUT, that being said, I just need you guys to know that without that context, Deku standing here with his giant head all >:O in the foreground, while Kacchan appears out of nowhere glowing with the power of a thousand suns and standing on top of this giant floating Smash Bros level that Nezu maybe probably built with his nine million dollars, is one of the wildest fucking things I’ve seen in my life. I feel like an accidental time traveler. you know when a character has one of those crazy prophetic dreams showing them chaotic glimpses of the future, and they’re just standing there all “???” because they have absolutely no clue what the fuck is going on? that is what it’s like right now
heh but there he is
“did you miss me, Izuku. back by popular demand after being on IR for 14 goddamn months. rebuilt better and stronger than ever thanks to the heroic spaghetti man wrapped tightly around my heart keeping me alive. just BnHA things. just a flesh wound. by the way, it’s me, Kacchan, just in case you didn’t recognize me on account of my still being really far away and completely covered by smoke, and also you thinking I was dead. here let me give you a close up to make this easier”
“fuck yeah. it really is me, btw. just in case you still couldn’t tell on account of me also being like 100x prettier than you remembered. guess it’s just that blindingly handsome character development”
also, “the end of an era” um hello, yes, what?? just what exactly have I missed here with all this All Might stuff?? because apparently All Might just prior to this was in some sort of mortal danger, is what I’ve been hearing, because everyone keeps posting excitedly about Kacchan showing up in the nick of time to save him? which incidentally makes my heart so incredibly fucking warm omg. it’s what both of them need AND deserve
why is everything so goddamn sparkly right now. this is like a Sailor Moon battle over here
love that look of instant recognition and shock and overpowering relief in Deku’s eyes though. also has he really been fighting in this cracked out OFA-overflowing mode this entire time?? he looks just like he did on the cover of volume 37. I still haven’t seen his actual canon reaction to the “death”, and I haven’t been keeping tabs on his fight with AFO??/Tomura?? at all, but I’m glad it looks to have been as emotional as I could have hoped
aw fuck yeah
his precious card. I’m now almost as invested in the saga of the All Might card as I am in all the rest of this. it’s all beat to hell, but somehow still made it through in the end. just like him
oh. my. g
protect them.
protect them all.
so is the reason this fight is so sparkly just because of OFA symbolism, then?? or is there something else happening here?? goddammit, okay, I‘m gonna very carefully scroll back to the beginning of the chapter, because I’m 100% positive there is some sort of deeply meaningful symbolic thing going on here and I’ll be damned if I miss out on it, spoilers or no
-- oh my goD??!
1. BABY ALL MIGHT WHAAAAAAT
IS THAT HIS MOM???? OH MY GOD DID WE GET ALL MIGHT BACKSTORY. oh my god. oh god. no actually don’t tell me, ahhhh I cannot fucking wait to read this properly, holy shit
so did something wind up happening to Mighty Mom later on then?? feels like it must have, since he wound up getting so attached to Nana? man I don’t want to think about any of that stuff after seeing this panel though :( just, damn it, why is this man’s whole entire life so goddamn fucking tragic
“the one thing I’ve done most is looking back to the path I took” my god I cannot wait to read this. only two short pages and I’m already buried miles deep into my All Might feels. came here for the triumphant Kacchan return and now I’m sitting here tearing up about All Might, god damn you Horikoshi YOU’VE STILL GOT IT. and I am STILL A SUCKER FOR ALL OF IT
anyway, so now back we go to the last couple of pages with this additional context, aaaaand...
...and apparently I’m now full-on crying about All Might! (: well how about that. turns out when you read the manual and follow the instructions properly this series still works exactly as advertised. don’t mind me I’m just sitting here sobbing because everything is exactly what I wanted and I apparently don’t know how to deal with that!!
THEIR FEELINGS BECOME WHAT?!?!?!
EVERYTHING IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED AND I’M GONNA BE A MESS ABOUT IT FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF TIME BECAUSE LIFE IS GRAND!!
ARE ALL OF THESE WATERY SPARKLES LIKE. DEKU’S FUCKING TEARS LMAO OR WHAT. HOW IS KACCHAN IN THE SPLASH ZONE. HOW ARE HIS TEARS HOLDING UP THE SPACESHIP. I DON’T UNDERSTAND A GODDAMN THING BUT THIS IS NOW OFFICIALLY A SHOUJOU MANGA, I DON’T MAKE THE RULES
the urge to ruffle baby Deku and baby Kacchan’s hair is so goddamn powerful you don’t understand. this is PRIMAL. they are SO happy and SO good and perfect. I’m gonna fucking die
there’s not even any dialogue. what the fuck are they even gonna say. their expressions say it all and more. also they are being kind to me because they know I’m not caught up so they don’t want to spoil me any further, thank you my sons
lastly, I guess, because I don’t really have anything else to add now that my brain has fully turned to sappy mush: so uh. I truly have not the slightest clue how or why, but. does Kacchan have OFA though. and why is the answer, “yes he definitely does.” ???
like, I don’t understand it, but I confess that by now I have spoiled myself on the last few pages of chapter 362 for reasons (those reasons being “I finally gave in and looked at them on purpose, because I’d already seen most of them out of context here and there, and my willpower is only so strong”), and so I know that this boy was talking to vestige!Might, and as far as I’m aware that is 100% not possible unless he has some sort of connection to OFA in some way so yeah
and now here he on this last page being all Profoundly Connected with Deku while they gaze into each other’s eyes, and I can’t help but notice that said eyes are all explodey and they look a LOT like Deku’s actually. and on top of that we have all of this All Might symbolism that I’m still crying about, so like? ???
anyway so I’m not going crazy here right? like this is definitely a thing? for whatever reason?? unless you guys know something here that I don’t. in which case I actually am asking to be spoiled fully just this once, because at this point I just need to know one way or the other and I don’t care lol
anyway so that concludes my thoughts I guess! so now my absurdly ambitious goal is to speed read the manga this next week and hopefully at least catch up to Kacchan’s “death”, so that I can better understand what’s happening when I inevitably wind up spoiling myself for chapter 404 as well. the plan right now is to still type up my liveblog notes as I go, but to not worry about posting or editing anything in between chapters. so I’ll have a big backlog of chapter recaps which I’ll eventually get to uploading whenever I can, but in the meantime I can participate more in the fandom side of things. since I really want to share all of my endgame theories and so forth, but in order to do that I really need to find out just what the fuck is actually going on lol, so yeah
#bnha 403#bakugou katsuki#midoriya izuku#all might#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#I see your bakugou katsuki: rising#and raise you one bakugou katsuki: risen#he comes back to us now at the turn of the tide
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Double life headcanons 2: Sleeping arrangements
I have now decided that in Double life, the “There’s only one bed” trope is very consistent. So how do these dumbasses sleep, according to moi? Well…
Impulse and BDubs are CUDDLERS. They like to SNUGGLE and CUDDLE and HOLD EACH OTHER DAMMIT. These two make me so soft, hot damn, so I can’t have them just not be soft. They hug each other in their sleep, BDubs is a bit shorter than Impulse so he sleeps with his head tucked underneath his chin. Their legs are tangled, their hands are holding, their breaths are even, and they are HAPPY
Grian and Scar on the other hand, wellllllllll. Simple truth, Grian is a snorer. Not just a snorer, but a snorer and a kicker. Add onto a pair of wings that just smack everything within a ten foot radius every time he turns, and you have yourself an unhappy marriage. Jk, but like poor Scar is laying on the very end of their bed, shaking of sleep deprivation while his hubby is sprawled over the bed starfish style, his mouth making the sounds of a locomotive and his wings half on top of Scar. There’s a reason Scar tends to nap with the Jellies during the day
Ren is a dog, okay? He’s a lil doggo, and so he needs physical contact when he’s sleeping or else he will cry (This is something my dogs do, don’t know if it’s universal). So he’s just straight up CLINGING to BigB when they sleep, Koala style hanging onto him, cuddling as if his life depended on it. This makes it very difficult for BigB himself to sleep, and is partly the reason he went after Grian. Little does he know
Etho and Joel hold hands. That’s it. Neither are too dependent on cuddles, but they do like to know that their soulmate is there, so they lay on opposite sides of the bed, with their hands gently intertwined. It’s kinda sweet actually
Jimmy and Tango spoon, every single fucking night. Even when it’s hot as balls outside, they still spoon as if their lives depended on it. Jimmy is also always the little spoon, despite being the taller of the two m. He just likes to be held and appreciated and loved alright
Cleo and Scott do sleep in the same bed, but they don’t do any form of physical contact. Cleo is the type of person who sleeps on her back (She’s also a snorer btw, rip Scottie), while Scott feels the need to hold a pillow when he sleeps. He is not sure why, but it makes him feel safe, and comforted. It reminds him of simpler times.
Pearl sleeps with her dog. She’s clutching onto Tilly for dear life in her sleep, subconsciously making sure that she doesn’t leave her. Tilly’s a great snuggler.
Martyn sleeps on top of the Bleeding Heart Bastion, for some fucking reason. It’s not comfortable, it sometimes rains, Jimmy and Tango’s son are wrecking havoc just below, but he don’t care about none of that. It’s a testament to his love, he says. He’s also been caught sleeping on Cleo’s fucking lawn
#dlsmp#double life smp#dlsmp headcanons#double life SMP headcanons#impulsev#bdoubleo100#Grian#goodtimeswithscar#rendog#bigbst4tz2#etholabs#joel smallishbeans#jimmy solidarity#tangotek#zombiecleo#scott smajor#pearlescentmoon#martyn inthelittlewood#Housewreckers duo#desert duo#Scarian#The Box duo#Smalletho#Team Rancher#Tilly the dog#Small hint of Flower Husbands because I need
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Observant (Todoroki x Reader)
Pairing: Todoroki x fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, College AU
Word Count: 2,562
Summary: In which Shouto moves to the library to study, but it’s more than the quiet atmosphere keeping him coming back.
Tags: @yamichxn @liviitehe @cyanide9602
*Btw it's been a while since I updated my taglist and everyone's usernames I have are from like 2 years ago, so if you wanna be on it shoot me an ask/DM and I'll update it
A/N: Ok maybe I lied and this took longer to write than a week, but it's a lot longer than I thought it would be!
While I liked this idea in theory, once I wrote it I wasn't as big a fan as I thought. *sigh* The life of a writer... Always hating what you put out...
I hope you guys like it, it's more in Shouto's POV than the reader's which is different for me. I think it's pretty cute, and that's what matters.
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Shouto needed a change. Studying inside an empty classroom or in his dorm room alone wasn’t productive anymore; more often than not, he’s started spacing out or having to reread entire pages of his notes. It also didn’t necessarily help that his roommate this year caused so much of a ruckus every day - the roommate tended to have loud company over frequently, or he would stumble into the room in the wee hours of the night when Shouto was still studying - that Shouto's normally abundant patience had run out and he didn't want to sour their relationship by confronting him (Also read: he had no more fucks to give and it was getting on his last nerve).
Finding a replacement study space was the best decision he’d ever made.
Izuku took him to one of the school library’s quiet floors, the place he tends to study after class. The floor looked cozy; among the endless rows of library books, there were rows of desks pushed against a wall covered in windows. A wider clearing in the middle of the entire floor had a few larger tables to seat about six to eight students. On the other side of the rows of desks were locked rooms that groups can request to reserve for a few hours.
Izuku couldn’t stand the typical absolute quiet on this floor, so he tended to reserve one of the rooms with a classmate after a long day of classes; the extra privacy was an added bonus. Iida couldn’t make it, so the freckled fellow was grateful to Shouto for tagging along. The duo settled into a room with concrete white walls and a simple table, a large plane of plexiglass the only view into the rest of the library.
Shouto didn’t care about the room almost feeling like a prison; there was enough natural lighting from a double window, it was minimalistic, and he was in the presence of a friend if he needed someone to talk to when he took small breaks. He figured even if Izuku didn’t come with him every day, he could sit at one of the desks in the middle of the room with his earbuds in for a few hours. A completely focused section of the library with no distractions, just what he wanted.
Until some movement caught the corner of his eye through the plexiglass and made him do a double-take.
A girl with hair reaching past her shoulder blades approaches one of the nearby bookshelves, the white sleeves of her shirt folded up to her elbows and a burgundy skirt sitting just above her knees. The outfit alone earned a small glance from him, but what made him stare curiously was her actions. She moved a few heavy tomes aside, revealing a much smaller one hidden behind them. She plucked it from its place, opened up to a bookmarked page, and proceeded to twist the “bookmark” into her hair, making a neat bun near her nape, before walking away.
Shouto couldn’t help gawking at her receding figure. She not only hid a book in a secret hiding spot, but she used her hair stick - or fork, or pin, he was too far to tell exactly what it was - as a bookmark when she was done reading for the day. He’s heard of Fuyumi using everything but an actual bookmark to hold her place, but he’s never actually seen another person with such a habit. It made sense, one would want to pin their long hair out of their face to read - Fuyumi says she keeps her hair on the short side because long hair is a hassle to control - and Shouto acknowledges how clever she is. But then how does she spend the rest of her day with her hair down? Doesn’t it get it in the way the rest of the day? Going outside with the wind kicking around? Eating with her hair all over the place? Catching it on her backpack or her jacket? Maybe he was getting ahead of himself and this was a one-time thing, she just happened to not have a bookmark and the only thing on hand was her accessory and something was better than simply folding the page down.
Shouto realized he’d spent a whole 5 minutes ruminating about this mysterious girl and her hair and her reading habits. He’d just found a new distraction, and he wasn’t mad at it.
After a few hours of homework and studying with Izuku in the locked room, Shouto noticed the girl walking slowly back to the same bookshelf, nose buried in the pages, bun still in place. The boy silently chuckled to himself as she stood completely still for a few beats, he figured she was just finishing up a chapter.
He suddenly stops short and his eyes widen.
In one swift motion, she pulled the stick from her bun and, as if in slow motion, the silky strands were freed, falling past her shoulders as she shook it out. It was more satisfying seeing it all fall down after she meticulously pinned it up. And of course, it just looked pretty.
In doing so, her glance catches him from her periphery. His heart stopped as he quickly turned back to his laptop screen, already holding his breath. He’s not a creep, he told himself as his face heats up, his mind was just bored and his eyes wandered and he just so happened to catch activity happening. Simple. It’s not like he wanted to see her do it again.
Izuku stretches his arms over his head. “Yikes, I didn’t notice how late it was. Wanna break for the night and come back tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
~*~
Shouto has come to expect the usual schedule of events: He would settle into the study room with his study partner and unpack as he waits for the girl to come retrieve her book. He would watch as she’d expertly weave the stick in her hair, give a cute little head shake to make sure it was strong enough to hold, and then disappear into the library to read her book. A few hours into his work, he’d wait for her to come back to her book hiding spot. The most satisfying part of his day would be watching her pull the stick out of her hair and letting that cascade of silky hair fall past her shoulders. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of that. On his way out one day, he snuck a peek at what book she was reading and inspected her hair stick. It was a simple enough design, thin and gold colored with a leaf pattern at the very end of it.
Sure, it sounds creepy to an outsider. But he’s not a stalker, he’s just a creature of habit.
Or, that’s what he tried to tell himself whenever he would accidentally meet her eyes and have to turn his head quickly. Which has happened more times than he’d like to admit in a 3 week span.
“What’s IcyHot looking at so intently?” Katsuki’s gruff voice alerts Shouto out of his trance one afternoon as he waits for the mystery girl to appear at the end of the day as usual. “You’ve been looking over there all day.”
Shouto tears his eyes away from the bookshelf, clearing his throat and staring at his screen. “Nothing, I thought I saw something.”
Katsuki and Izuku’s eyes darted to where Shouto was looking to find the girl retrieving her book as usual. A smug look spreads across the blond’s face as he leans back in his chair. “Ohh, I see. You’re watching the pretty girl.”
Shouto clamps his mouth shut, not wanting to give the boy the satisfaction of being right.
“You like her, right?”
“No!” Damnit. “She just happens to be here every day too.” He can’t stop the heat rising to his cheeks.
“Well she’s coming over here, be ready.”
As soon as Shouto’s heart lurches, there’s a soft knock at the door. Shouto glances around to Izuku and then Katsuki, who’s smirking. “Go on, answer it. She’s not looking for us.”
Shouto wants nothing more than to punch his smug face, but he hurries over to the room door to open it. He stiffens up when he sees the girl standing right in front of him.
Up close, she has a slightly rounded face, her black-framed glasses framing cat eyes and long eyelashes. Her mouth was slightly agape for a split second before stiffly closing it to compose herself and stand up straighter. “Um, hi. I hope I’m not bothering you.”
Shouto closes the door behind him. “No, not at all.” He shoves a hand in his pocket to try looking casual while his heart flutters at being close enough to someone he’s been watching from a distance.
“I actually wanted to ask you a favor.” She pushes her glasses up on her face nervously. “Do you mind hiding this somewhere in your study room?” She’s clutching her book to her chest, the dark cover contrasting against her white sweater.
Shouto’s eyes couldn’t help taking a quick glance down; the dark book cover contrasts against her white sweater tucked into her black plaid mini skirt ending just above her knees, the rest of her legs covered by sheer black tights and ending in a pair of black boots with a low heel.
“I usually hide it behind one of the sections of books no one reads,” she continues, pivoting a bit to point, letting Shouto glance down quickly to the black plaid mini skirt, sheer tights, and black heeled boots before she turns back around. “But I figured someone might move it one day. And I just happen to notice that you’re in this room every day at the same time, I can count on it being in the same place…” She tucks a hair behind her ear and Shouto nearly melts at the way her voice trails off sheepishly.
Shouto reaches out to take the book she’s offering to him. “Yeah, I’ll keep it here in the room. It should be locked overnight.”
She clasps her hands in front of her and smiles at him. “Thank you! I’ll come back to get it tomorrow, promise.”
Shouto dazedly smiles back at her. “Sure… See you tomorrow, then.”
She gives him a little bow and walks away from him, letting him get a whiff of her fruity-floral perfume. He stands there a moment to watch her, containing his excitement before collecting himself and ducking back into the room. He realized his palms were sweaty when he sat back down and wanted to study the book cover.
He feels eyes on him, only to meet Katsuki’s shit-eating grin and Izuku’s eager smile.
The blond is the first to break the silence. “Well? What did she want?”
Shouto plays back the conversation in his head. “She gave me her book to keep in the room overnight.” She happens to notice me here… Shouto thinks, Every day… Just like I notice her here every day… “She must think I’m a stalker or something,” he mumbles.
“Oh my god.” Katsuki facepalms. “It means she likes you, you idiot! She just wanted an excuse to talk to you!”
The clueless boy blinks, causing the blonde to groan. “Why else would she come up to you specifically and not Deku?”
Izuku gives his childhood friend a hard look. “I agree with Kacchan, she looked shy to talk to you. Maybe you should do something nice for her and ask her out?”
When the pieces finally click in place, Shouto’s face turns brighter red than his hair at the prospect of the girl possibly being interested in him too.
“IcyHot’s got such a huge crush!” Katsuki guffaws, hitting the table.
~*~
“Thanks for taking care of my book again,” the girl smiles.
Shouto’s already racing heart squeezes as their fingers just barely brush during the exchange, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s a regular occurrence, but the gesture never fails to fluster him. “N-No problem. I know it’s important to you.” He coughs. “I actually read a little bit of it this time.” He thinks she stiffens up for a moment. “I apologize if I was intruding!” he says quickly.
“N-No, it’s fine!” She clutches the book to her chest tightly with both hands, managing a nervous chuckle. “How far did you get?”
“Just the first three chapters, I didn’t get too far.” Her nervous behavior makes Shouto sweat. Did he cross a line? She must think he’s indecent now if she didn’t before.
“Oh.” She visibly relaxes. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d look. I thought it looked too…girly for you to be interested.”
“I figured you’re reading it so intensely, it must be good. I was just curious, I’m sorry.” He feels his face heat up in shame again. He keeps glancing at the book, not knowing if he should find some way to take it back from her or not; only adrenaline had let him go through with his plan.
The girl realizes the book feels thicker in her hands, the split created by her bookmark now a small hole. Her fingers reach inside and open up to that page, eyes widening.
She plucks out a thin golden stick with a burgundy flower at the head, a matching chain tassel with a gem at the end hanging off of it. “What’s this?”
The boy’s throat is parched and his heartbeat almost deafens him. “I know how much you like using these sticks to tie up your hair, and you tend to wear reds and burgundy a lot. I wanted to give you a nicer looking one that matches.”
Shouto almost wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole when she stares up at him wordlessly. The girl finally smiles warmly. “It’s really pretty, thank you, I love it!”
The boy lets out a held breath, the cold fear slightly leaving him. “Oh good, I’m glad.”
She hands him the book to hold as she wraps her hair up and places the stick in the bun. Shouto’s chest fills with pride as she turns her head to show him. “How does it look?”
“Stunning,” he blurts out and his eyes immediately widen at his unintentional candor, earning a giggle out of her. He hangs onto the wondrous sound and the way her warm eyes bore into him. “Would you grab dinner with me later?”
She slightly tilts her head at him with a smile, sending more warmth through him. “I’d love to.”
Shouto smiles back, his whole body relaxing and his heart full. “Great! See you later, then.”
The girl reaches both her hands to gently retrieve her book, allowing more contact to linger between them as she shyly keeps their eyes locked. “See you then.”
As she walks away, the burgundy tassel swaying side to side, Shouto leans back against the door for a moment and smiles to himself. He feels lighter now, looking forward to his date. As he turns to go back inside the room, he briefly wonders if he should learn how to use one of those hair sticks; maybe he’ll get the chance to weave his fingers through her silky hair and place it himself. He’ll get the chance to pull it out, eventually.
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Congrats on 30 followers! :) Since you’re requests are now officially open I have oneeee.
Canon verse yandere childhood best friend Eren :) Maybe reader starts dating someone and Eren won’t accept having the love of his life be taken away from him.
(I’m not really sure if this is how to write a request btw.)
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18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI
pairing: s4 eren x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, one-sided pining, childhood friends, kinda angsty at first ngl, implied non-con at the end, all characters are 18+
synopsis: you start dating and it's not the man that everyone had expected, the one who's been at your side since forever. love is a powerful emotion and eren has too much of it for you to ignore.
a/n: thank you sm anon and this is a perfectly fine request! depending on how descriptive a request is somewhat affects the length of the fic :) btw this is pre-rumbling and pre-marley invasion (aka when eren was pretending to be a injured soldier). really bad and unreliable synopsis but hope this is a good read!! double posting today haha (mostly because i haven't posted in a bit lol)
note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.
The sounds of cutlery hitting the plates and the wooden table caused your cheeks to flush more, a hand rubbing at your nape as you began to avert your gaze from the group. Wide eyes were staring at you, as if you said something that was a complete shocker. God, this had to be worse than actually fighting Titans.
"You're what!?" Sasha was the one that finally broke the silence, hands slamming on the table as she got up from her seat abruptly.
"And to who?!" Connie followed suit, slamming his hands down but instead hitting his dinner, gravy sauce going everywhere. His face cringed at the mess but he still stared at you with seeming horror.
"Guys, it's not that serious."
"Bullshit, it's not serious! You're dating—"
"—And it's not Eren?!"
Your body tensed up immediately, realizing that he was the only one that barely reacted to your confession, still focused on his dinner as his now long brown hair marred the side of his face. A part of you felt nervous not being able to really know what he was thinking, the other part of you felt worried. Jean slapped the back of both Sasha and Connie's heads, a scowl on his face.
"Knock it off you two! Of course she wouldn't date him, we're talking about Eren for God's sake."
They started bickering with each other and you tried to resolve it as always, but every single sound and word started to muddle together like his head was pushed underwater. His fist clenched around his spoon, to the point where he could feel the metal bend to the shape of his hand. You didn’t pick him. He wasn't as nearly surprised as the others, mostly because he had already seen it coming, but witnessing it come true was a pain that was utterly indescribable.
Out of everyone, they had to be some random civilian that caught your eye. Someone who doesn’t know the true horrors of the world out there, someone who never struggled the same way you and he did growing up. Maybe he'd be fine if you ended up with Armin or fuck, even Jean was a viable option but no. You went off and found yourself some guy who didn't come close to understanding you.
It didn't make sense, Eren's been with you since the two of you could walk. He was the one that saved you over and over again by those bullies that taunted you and Armin, never minding the fact that Mikasa had to save everyone at the end of it. He was your shoulder to cry on, especially after everything that happened back when everyone was still young scouts. He was the one who sacrificed everything for you. Everyone in the squadron knew that the two of you were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. No wonder everyone was surprised that you guys didn't end up together but the Paths denied him the end he sought out for years, even if he had only seen the flashing glimpses of the inescapable future.
"Er— Ere... Eren. Hey Eren!" You snapped your fingers in front of his face, his gaze latching onto yours immediately. You always had such a kind look in your eyes, he's glad that it never went away despite what you've gone through.
"Your spoon." He looked down and saw that he completely severed the metal utensil in half, the indentations of his fingers prominent in the silver handle. The others were looking at him, puzzled and confused expressions on their faces. He knew what they were thinking. Why didn't you take a chance?
There was no chance to begin with. Eren was on the losing side of the game no matter what.
"Must've forgot how to hold a spoon. Remember what happened the last time I held one like this?" He mused, placing the broken halves down on the table. The more they quietly stared at him, the more he wanted to run out of the room with his shattered heart pieces. He dismissed himself out of the mess hall, saying that he was exhausted. They knew that he wasn't but none of them mustered a word of any sorrowful condolences, his frame disappearing into the shadows of the hallway.
The pitter-patter of running came up from behind him and he felt the brush of a hand against his, heart pumping back to life as he recognized the familiar texture of your skin. Eren looked beside him and saw you, smiling at him like you had no clue what was running through his mind. Breathlessly, you asked him a simple question.
"Rooftop?"
He nodded, letting you lead the way for him. Rooftop meant that you wanted to talk in the spot that you found for each other back when you two started in the Survey Corps, a flat area at the top of the building where the night sky was all that you could see. The rules were that you weren't allowed to bring anyone else up there besides each other and that you weren't allowed to go there without one another. Eren wouldn't admit it but he did sneak there every once in a while, basking in the memory of you and him being young and slightly naïve.
"You're upset." You finally stated as you settled yourself down on the floor, an old blanket covering the rough ground.
"I'm not."
"I know you are, you get all awkward about it instead of bursting out your feelings." He grimaced, was he really that predictable as a kid? Eren leaned himself back on the edge of the roof barrier, staring up at the sky.
"Are you... happy that I'm dating someone?" He could hear the hesitancy in your question, curiosity and fear intermingling. His hands clenched against the concrete, the texture scraping his skin. If he knew that this is what you wanted to talk about, he would've avoided you like the plague.
He took a slow inhale.
"What do you want to hear, the honest truth or an honest lie?" Eren heard you stand up and walk closer to him, cautious hands grabbing his and pulling him towards you.
"The truth."
You've always looked so pretty under the night sky, the way your eyes reflected the stars and the way the moon shone down on your form. He never told you because he was so scared of ruining what the two of you have. This was nothing like what he felt towards Mikasa or Armin. You were special, you were his. Now that he knew what lies beyond the future, he should've said something before. Would that have changed anything now?
"The truth is, I'm not happy. There's nothing you can say that will change my stance about it." You frowned and squeezed his hands before letting go of him, your warmth escaping him.
"Eren, you can't keep disapproving every man I'm interested in."
"Yes I can and I will. You've always had terrible taste, remember how you liked Bertolt back in training?" You gasped in horror, hitting his arm.
"Stop! I never want that to ever be brought up again and I only liked him because he helped me out that one time with the chores," There was a flush on your cheeks, embarrassed about how you once was ever interested in a traitor. "But I'm serious this time, this relationship is serious."
In all of his years of knowing you, serious was never a word that fit you. Eren rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning towards you.
"How long?"
"How long, what?"
"How long have you been seeing this guy?"
You started fidgeting your hands, your tell-tale sign that it's been a while and you're figuring out how to lie about it. You could never lie to him though, he'd always figure you out.
You finally sighed and relented, giving up on trying to say anything but the truth. "2 years."
"Fuck, so it was right under all of our noses huh?" His hand gripped against his sleeve, his voice almost shaking as he spoke. He thought that you trusted him with everything, whatever you tell him would be confidential. He would never snitch on you, he thought you knew that. Eren had to turn away from you because if he didn't, you would've witnessed the tears roll down his cheeks. He felt your hand against his back, slowly rubbing circles on his back.
He hated you. He hated the way you made him feel like a pile of mush. He hated how you pretended not to know that he loved you, not as the childhood friend but as the man who pined after you the minute he was able to comprehend what he was feeling towards you.
He hated your smile, that annoyingly beaming grin directed at him whenever and for whatever reason.
He hated your affection, how you pretended to truly care about him when you were off loving another man.
He hated your warmth, radiating like an everlasting sun and cheering everyone up as if you were a carbon copy of Historia.
With all the love he had for you, there was the same amount of hatred that came along with it.
Eren looked at you, turning his body towards yours and you looked at him. As if he was under a spell, he felt himself mouthing the words that he longed to tell you for years. Your reaction was unexpected, perhaps even completely expected. His cheek stung from your strike, your eyes big and wide as if a Titan just walked up in front of you.
"Eren, y-you don't mean that do you?" His hand rested on his cheek, his fingers digging into his skin.
"I meant every word," He uttered softly, suddenly grabbing your hands and pulling them close to his chest. "Do you feel it? I love you. I'll love you until my bones are nothing but dust, I'll love you until my lungs stop taking in air, I'll love you until the world falls apart. Please Y/N, I'm already forever yours. Will you be mine?"
There was only silence that came from you after his confession, the pounding reverb of his heart being the only thing he could hear. You pushed him away, a stunned and confused look reflecting in your moonlit eyes. He felt wounded, like you stabbed a blade even deeper into his chest.
"N-No, no. Eren, I'm already dating someone. You can't just say all of this now." Your hands gripped your uniform pants tightly, the fabric scrunching together. "You're too late."
He shakily sighed, pushing his hair out of his face. What he hated most about you was your ability to constantly deny anything that you didn't want to hear.
"I thought you might say that."
He was instantaneous, quick. You never reached the level of ability of being fast on your feet in sparring and you wouldn't ever beat him in it now. He pinned you down onto the old blanket, his hand gripping both of your wrists tightly together above your head as he rested himself in-between your legs. You fought back but he didn't budge, only pressing you harder into the ground. His other hand made quick work in removing your pants and undergarments, shoving your panties in your mouth to keep you silent. No one needs to know about the rooftop after all.
Eren's selfish, you've always known that he was. You just didn't know how deep it went, how his selfishness of what he had deemed was love for you dug in and rotted into his heart. You tried begging through the cloth, muffled and incoherent cries being the only thing that was heard. He clicked his tongue, dragging his thumb across your spit-slicked lips before giving you a light kiss on the side of your face.
"If I can't change your mind with words," Eren pulled back and drank in your partially nude body, admiring you as he watched tears form at the corners of your eyes. He placed his free hand over your mound, fingers barely inserting themselves into your folds, your body reactively shivering from his touch. "I'll fuck you over and over until you can think about nothing but me."
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Autism does not cause racism, Cait.
I got newly blocked by Cait for stating that,
"Made Goodreads accounts to downvote only PoC debut authors' books, got caught, was offered a way out, doubled down, made a really bad Photoshop post with horrible dialogue as an excuse, got caught hating on the fandom she came from. Blamed her mental illness. Blamed now autism."
which isn't really accountability.
BTW, which is true. I didn't at her, just explained to someone above asking what was going on.
Sitting here with Neurodivergence, and telling you straight I deal with some inferiority complex issues, but it doesn't make me go out and try to sabotage other people's works, especially people from my own groups I belong to. Punch up or talk about the complexity of the issues, don't punch down.
(I'm aware I'm like the quintessential red shirt and I tried so hard to deny that part of me. That's what my therapist is for.)
I get Sensory Processing issues. I have that. But what happens when I get overload? I lay down and try to calm my senses and check out with a fucking headache. That's what fucking happens. It's not the sexiest TV moment ever. Sometimes I also get dissociation.
What happens when I get Sensory overload and dissociation? I go WTF, and work it out and then check out of social media, or try to do *other* things. I take responsibility. I forget shit because of the dissociation and I still say sorry, I forgot.
BTW, also my English skills go down the drain and I make a lot of fucking mistakes while on dissociation and sensory overload. Paragraphs will skip or miss parts of sentences. Hers were way too coherent.
I get depression and anxiety episodes. I fuck up. I try to still take responsibility for my fuck ups.
I have C-PTSD, but I've worked so fucking hard to not continue the cycle of trauma to violence–emotional and neglect that it's set me back in my life goals in a lot of ways before I got it compounded. But I've never, ever tried to take it out on others.
What happens when you fuck up? You apologize, you self-reflect, you try to make real amends (say deleting those accounts you have up on Goodreads), try to reverse direction and then leave those people you hurt alone. You don't go back in the middle of Black History month to defend your shitty actions.
To come clean, I have a Goodreads account I forgot how to get access to. Which was under my old name, and my story is reviewed on it. The ONLY thing I ever did with that account was claim the story I pro published and then left it alone with the reviewers.
I have inferiority complexes directed at the outside world. I totally get that, but I didn't upvote the story. I didn't try to talk back to my reviewers. I didn't go to my fellow authors and downvote their stories. Because this is what you all have to understand: Writing at every stage is a battle against yourself, not others.
Shitty people might steal your ideas, shitty people might attack you for no good reason, but at the end of the day it's a battle between you and the blank page/editing what you've got to make it better. The better you are not a shitty person, the more you act like this is a cooperative and respect people' boundaries, the more likely you're going to do better.
The authors not published? They are not worse than me. The people that are published aren't necessarily better than me (This has to do with the market) The person who started yesterday isn't necessarily worse than me. The person who has been at it longer isn't better either—art is an equalizer in many ways as a nebulous form. And the biggest battle isn't with others (unlike what a lot of early reality TV shows on the subject made it out to be). It's a battle between you and yourself. Repeat that until you get it.
That said, remembering that, go support the authors Cait hurt via link. They really need the boost to their self-esteem.
#cait corrain#no–not autism#are you seriously going to blame your racism by being ableist against your own group?#It's not mental illness or the drugs you took for it#the added addiction that suddenly disappeared and the perfect command of English while on sensory overload is suspicious#support the affected authors
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Yeah. Yep. Mmmhmm. Something about how Buck is increasingly desperate to find the secret to happiness.
How Hen "always has the answers" but she told him he needed to figure it out on his own. How Buck is — likely subconsciously — clinging to the fact that she didn't try to stop him, so he must be on the right track. (Not her responsibility, btw. She's trying to be a supportive friend.)
How that "infinitely beautiful and reachable thing" he's so desperate to find is inside of Buck. Buck himself is infinitely beautiful and worthy of love and happiness. He has been all along.
But he misunderstood the assignment.
It's so deeply ingrained in Buck that he does not exist for his own sake. His body was created — literally conceived — to save someone else. And he failed. (How deeply fucked up is it that his mother's one and only attempt at care and compassion for her son just doubles down on his trauma? That she and his father caused him? "You were born to save someone." Fuck.)
And the more he tries to find happiness, Buck "The Fixer" just keeps trying to save other people. The one and only thing he knows he's good at.
And he keeps saving people. He failed Daniel, but now he does save people. So many people. Strangers, his beloveds (especially Eddie and Chris), over and over again. But why does he still feel so empty and despairing?
He may not write them down, but Buck's got his own ledger of people saved, just like Bobby. If he saves enough people, maybe he can finally be at peace with himself. Except Buck doesn't even have a goal he's trying to reach. It — and he — by definition will never be enough.
Anyway. Evan Buckley misunderstood the assignment and is still stuck in this moment:
He will not find happiness until he 1) reckons with this right here and talks to his parents about himself, 2) realizes he deserves happiness, for his own sake, not as a reward for saving people enough / saving enough people, and 3) that the happiness he seeks is already right there, inside and all around him.
(This was a lot but I caught feelings from your tags.)
this ask is great and more coherent than most of my thoughts, my friend. thank you.
every time i think about hen and buck’s relationship, about him seeking her input, i always go back to the post-lawsuit days, when the rest of the team was still kind of giving buck the (rightful) cold shoulder and hen was the first to properly welcome him back. that “thank you, hen. for not feeling like you need to follow bobby’s lead” and hen’s “i march to the beat of my own drum, buck. always have. you should too.” because that’s exactly what she kept repeating him all those other times, and buck keeps coming back to her to hear it once more, twice more - to have someone tell him that his life is his to live, no matter how it started. no matter how it’ll end.
eddie announces he’s leaving the 118 and buck looks at hen, who’s losing eddie too; buck kisses lucy and tells hen, who gives him advice based on her past mistakes; “hen, you always have the answers” and she’s just failed a test by giving the wrong answers. buck not only thinks someone else can show him the way out of the woods, but he chooses someone who’s just as lost. he was told once that “you make it, son” and “there’s never enough time” and he convinced himself there are universal answers to universal questions, somehow. so he asks the smartest person he knows - who’s lost, still - and listens as she tells him he has the power here, he has agency, they both do. but hen’s way out is not buck’s, and it’s so significant in the frame of his storyline that she’s finally picked her happiness and how to get it without sacrificing herself more precisely when buck’s path is turning on itself over and over again.
the point is that he was conceived in pain and in pain he was every time he managed to be seen. there reside both his question and his answer. sacrifice is his act of rebellion - ‘buck begins’ and how he just doesn’t. listen. and “just breathe”//“how will you breathe?”//“i’m gonna hold it. for as long as i can.” - but it’s also his act of submission to those who have left him alone - “i’m really sorry about your dead son, but can we talk about me for a minute?” -. he can’t ask of his parents to put aside some of their pain for him, that’d be asking them to sacrifice something and they’ve suffered enough. everyone has suffered enough. maybe he hasn’t? maybe the next time he gets crushed or almost drowns, yeah, maybe that will be enough and he’ll be free.
the healthiest mindset he’s shown up until now is his desperate “love me anyway” because unconditional love is what he inherently deserves, just like everyone does, but at the same time there’s nothing worse than that ‘anyway’. anyway? despite what? what should his parents’ love forgive him for? there’s no fault - no original sin - to get over here, and he doesn’t know. he doesn’t know he can get to the core of his being and find the beauty and the happiness he spies in others, he doesn’t know he’s whole and not the sum of parts, he doesn’t know he can stop clinging to whatever he meets on his path if he’s stable and solid as marble himself.
“i hide my true feelings from others myself.”
(copy-pasting this fever-induced set i made for morgan once upon a time because i feel like it sums everything up quite well).
#oh look i’m done! who would’ve thought?#the use of tattoos for eddie/buck/buddie purposes always has me like 👀👀#thank you for the always incredible asks friend!#iri got asked#evan buckley#hen wilson
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Good Omens live blog ep. 9
Aziraphale is not having the heart to tell Muriel that they are a very obviously an angel. Also they still have the crest thingy of Queen Elizabeth II on her head, idk I just noticed
Even though he hates it, he is clearing out the Bentley. Also, Aziraphale loves trains? Neat. Double neat that Crowley knows that.
He is sitting on the armrest so casually and is having the time of his life
Her look when Crowley called Aziraphale "angel" (which is a pet name as well as a way to mess with Muriel) was priceless. They are so innocent and naive
Of course, they can't just have a normal graveyard date... Elspeth is cool, I like her
Crowley sees it for what it is, but Aziraphale is so deep in heaven propaganda that he can't really see the injustice anymore
Oh no, they argue about the Bentley like it's their child.
Noooooo, Aziraphale, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BELOVED BENTLEY?! This is bad, this is really bad! Crowley has all the right to be angry and blackmail him! It's funny how he said he's not even a bookseller at gunpoint, but as soon as the Bentley is in danger, he is willing to do it!
Beelzebub wants validation, didn't expect that one
Crowley did gravity, and now he's just proudly explaining it like a little nerd
YOU CAN'T THROW BOOKS!!!
He just insists on the rain thing so hard!
Crowley is giving hygiene tips because he knows humans will figure it out sooner or later anyway
I love how they show Aziraphale in that flashback that the world isn't as black and white as he thought, like he's done morally grey things before, but I think he was always thinking that human lives and making those comparatively low stakes decisions (good or bad ones) are easier than making them as a heavenly entity.
Aziraphale wasted too much time talking because he was just so caught up in heavenly burocracy and wanting to justify himself in front of Crowley, that he couldn't save Morag
Is Crowley high? Bro, you can't just change your size this recklessly! It's not very demon-like to encourage someone to be properly good, but anything so that your husband doesn't feel like shit anymore, I guess
Btw how does nobody in the old times when it wasn't considered a fashion choice, not question a guy wearing sunglasses 24/7?
I REPEAT YOU CAN'T THROW BOOKS!!!
Love that they incorporated how Aziraphale doesn't actually want to sell his books
Well, if you're not too attached to humans, despise the angels in Heaven, and only go along with the demons in Hell, there is only one person you really have a bond with, Aziraphale is his anchor
How Aziraphale's shop has a sign with "very closed" is so funny to me
I missed Crowley's little gay walk
Can demons only enter if you invite them in? Like vampires? Why?
Shax is still adapting to earth, and Crowley's nonchalant advice gives me life
Protective Crowley, I repeat: PROTECTIVE CROWLEY!!!
#good omens#anthony j crowley#crowley#aziraphale#archangel gabriel#nina#maggie#muriel#ineffable husbands#shax#elspeth#GOS2Spoilers#the bentley#good omens live blog
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I'M BACK I'M NOT DEAD. Life's been hella busy and it will be again by the end of the week but I'm taking this little break and typing this while I can lol
As usual, amazing characterization, I'm deeply enjoying ramattra's inner monologue. He's still got these conflicting moments of not particularly caring for human habits/nature (like sleep. ignore that he seriously needs some more metaphorical rest himself) and at the same time appreciating reader's trust to share these moments with him. Also he was laser focused to have counted how many minutes until they stopped snoring lmao I loooove when 'noticing the small details' is taken to this extreme, there's something very endearing about it
Also
“Ramattra?” Your voice was hoarse as you sat up, sucking in air through your teeth and wincing.
“By your side.” He let his orb fall into his hand.
aAAAAAAAAAAAA (read: if i could word things a bit more smartly I'd say besides being heart-achingly sweet this perfectly captures his voice and the DOUBLE MEANING)
Okay now my favorite part of the chapter which is also the fic title THE GAME OF GO, I LITERALLY HAD THE BIGGEST GRIN WHEN I GOT TO THAT PART BC I HAD A FEELING I KNEW WHERE THAT WAS GOING AND IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT I IMAGINED
They let him go first? Okay. They placed the tile right next to his? Okayyy. They kept the board just for him?? Okay Okay. ACTUALLY WINNING?? BEATING HIS ASS AT GO THEN TELLING HIM YOU'RE STICKING TO HIS SIDE NO MATTER WHAT?? *insert that soyjack pointing meme* SYMBOLISM!!! TITLE REFERENCE!!!
This was a great cascade of events and also my favorite part about their dynamic (and how the fic is written), there's always two conversations happening at the same time with them; one with words and one without. And they both seem to see the two happening and it's so delicious
Three last things to note...
1. Ramattra holding back on his fantasies bc that's just silly it's never happening then the second reader goes "I'm staying btw" he immediately stops resisting LMAO
2. Zenyatta keeps getting referenced so I wonder if that's leading up to anything...
3. “… Please don’t ask me to shoot anyone though.” “We shall see.” THAT'S. THAT'S NOT A NO. RAMATTRA THAT'S NOT A NO.
I am so so excited to see what happens next bc reader will be probs directly involved w the decision making now, or at least come in as another factor and Ramattra's not gonna be happy with all of it...
- smile anon but you've probably already guessed hehe
Smile Anon I need you to know how much joy you bring me, sorry your life has been so busy, I definitely understand though (my job sent me on a business trip this week the week before Christmas! My bro has come to visit for the holidays and I miss out on a little bit of that)
I've read this at least 10 times like ... Hhhhhh you're so sweet thank you!
Yes! I have been doing my best to stay true to his voice and character, though I caught a few mistakes in earlier chapters that I went back and corrected bc I'm neurotic lol
I love this omnic so much it's insane, I'm so glad you enjoyed the game of go!!!!
And I love writing conversations where the words aren't the only focus because communication is more than just language
And yeah, it definitely was not a no 😏
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yeah you've got fake fic prompts of mine still in the works, yeah you're still working on important things, but have more questions
deserted island edition ✨ food and water are all squared away
what book are you taking with you?
you can only watch one show on loop (on your own time), what is it?
you can only watch one movie on loop (on your own time), take your pick
five songs, go!
you can get a free dessert that you can have once a month. what is it?
your captor(s) let you have fast food once. what's your pick?
you find materials to make a structure. are you making a shelter or something else?
before you leave, you get your person pick of six items. what are they?
you're given paper and pencil, are you writing or drawing? you can not do both.
you get an animal to accompany you! what is it? :D
you get internet for six hours. what're you wasting your time on the most?
are you fishing in the water or hunting on land? doing none of that and growing a garden?
are you sending an sos secretly or just waiting to see where this all takes you?
what's the first thing you're doing when you get off of the island?
would you rather be alone the entire time or only have the annoying company of your captor(s)?
💃🕺
answer whenever you have the time btw !! get caught up with real life before you go cracking into the online stuff <3<3
Yes!! Hello Brick!
I am so sorry the prompts are taking so long to finish. Work is being extremely difficult atm and draining a lot of my energy and motivation to do anything but sleep so trying to prioritise has been rough writing wise especially with finishing my secret santa prompt on time! When its done, I should get out the fake fic titles next.
As for this, this I have some energy for!
what book are you taking with you?
Since I assume ao3 doesn't count, Knife by R.J Anderson (will forever be my favourite written book)
you can only watch one show on loop (on your own time), what is it?
mmmmm probably Friends because that's long and hilarious.
you can only watch one movie on loop (on your own time), take your pick
Mmmmmmm either Pixars Luca or Newsies the broadway musical (I watch those soooooo often)
five songs, go!
Have the links too: Figure it out , New Zealand, Get used to it, Calm and I can talk
you can get a free dessert that you can have once a month. what is it?
double scoop coffee and pistachio icecream (I love that combo and I call it Cappacio)
your captor(s) let you have fast food once. what's your pick?
KFC
you find materials to make a structure. are you making a shelter or something else?
Shelter
before you leave, you get your person pick of six items. what are they?
well if I'm on an island, medical kit, book on survival, warm and rain proof jacket, a metal water bottle, lighter, knife. (ironically I have all these things in my room so this would be possible if I was taken lol)
you're given paper and pencil, are you writing or drawing? you can not do both.
Probably write.
you get an animal to accompany you! what is it? :D
if we're talking domestic, dog. But if I could train one that wasn't gonna eat me, tiger :3
you get internet for six hours. what're you wasting your time on the most?
ao3. A girls gotta read fics.
are you fishing in the water or hunting on land? doing none of that and growing a garden?
mmm probably all 3. I'd have nothing better to do and all 3 would be beneficial for survival. Fishing would be safer than hunting tho I would think.
are you sending an sos secretly or just waiting to see where this all takes you?
if the opportunity supplied itself and I was smart about it, send an sos secretly.
what's the first thing you're doing when you get off of the island?
Get a hug from my Dad. I like his hugs.
would you rather be alone the entire time or only have the annoying company of your captor(s)?
Company. I think I'd go insane on my own. I'm a people person
Thank you for the questions Brick! I'm sorry I'm not able to be as active as usual, but thank you for being understanding of that lovely thing we call ✨L I F E✨
#beckyu answers#ask#brick my beloved <3#I love receiving asks from you so much#curse work for making me so tired like 90% of the time rn qwq
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56 years since i last sent an ask . hello jayflrt 🙏 caught up w the updates AND WHERE DO I START????? this is all over the place by the way.
first of all jayyn washington date ┬┬﹏┬┬ they're so cute god take away all their problems double them and give them to sungjin, yuna and whoever that client is 🙏 that washington trip definitely took a turn . . . for good i hope . AND HEEJAY R SO CUTE LIKE THEIR DRINKING SESSION TOGETHER? fuck romance we need their friendship to thrive ‼️ and hoon as well ^^ i know this is all for the major angst that's coming up INCLUDING ALL THE THINGS JAY'S TELLING YN ESP ABOUT HER BEING NICE TO BE AROUND AND ALL BUT HE'S ONLY WITH HER FOR HIS TASK u love to torture us. i am not ready for the angst if jayyn dont end up together i will end it all and pretend this smau never happened.
AND. the interviews. that the fuck r the questions i hope someone asked me what kind of tree i want to be during interviews 😭 btw i am asking u the same question. what type of tree would u want to be?? bc it's an interesting question nonetheless. PLUS the way i gasped when jay said he wanted to punch sunghoon....in front of sungjin. ok i kinda knew it won't end badly ( i could be wrong but jay wouldnt fuck up that easily i trust him. ) it was all so fun and games we have hoonyn back as friends, hee hoon r almost okay as well AND THEN YUNA? I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH HER? look i dont blame her for being the way she is since it mostly roots back to his parents but she's making it everyone's problem rn :/ IT'S SO ANNOYING LIKE I SAW YUNA'S PIC ON THE TL TODAY AND I WAS LIKE 'GIRLLLLL WHY R U DOING THIS' THIS SMAU IS EATING MY BRAIN 😭😭😭😭😭
btw im sorry for literally sending an essay here. ur logic behind everything esp how u've written the secret society and the whole thing about why it's called order of kyrptos ++ is so so good im loving this so far :o i hope u have a good day ahead ^_^
HELLO!!! omg how have you been?? 🌷 AHH NO WORRIES I'LL JUST REPLY TO THEM ALL 🏃♂️ I HOPE IT WASNT A HASSLE TYPING ALL THIS OUT
omg the washington chapter was like the only break they were able to catch 🥲 and then shit hits the fan as soon as mc leaves!!!! like i'd take that flight right back atp 🚶♂️ LMAOAO heeseung is wearing the #1 jay supporter crown rn honestly they're a married couple in another life ! BUT YES UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS THE IMPENDING ANGST but i am a firm believer in happy endings don't worry
nah seriously enough with "where do you see yourself in 5 years" i'd like to be asked how i see myself as a tree. also i think i'd probably like to be a bonsai tree just so i can be pampered. or a redwood tree because those are HUGE and they must receive so many hugs 🫂 what do you think you would be 🫢 LMFAOO it definitely could've ended worse for jay but he clutched up so well with the sunghoon throwing up excuse. also unfortunately yuna's still around but she won't be as big a presence as she was in the first act 😩 but so true she's absolutely a product of her upbringing but that doesn't excuse how she acts out with her friends :// like enough!!! HAHAH thankfully yuna's so pretty and makes me short circuit to the point that whenever i see her pictures online my only thoughts are Omg she's so pretty 😭😭
omg no you're totally good i love reading + replying 🧎♀️ also thank you for reading my story !! it makes me so glad to hear that you're enjoying the plot so far <3
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The thing that makes MAWS so absolutely perfect is that it truly encapsulates how very painfully human Clark really is, which I feel is an aspect of his character many many people egregiously do not understand or perhaps don’t even respect. There’s such an incredible and interesting dynamic between Clark and his alter ego, and the relationship he has with his alien/true identity. I think that, for all his ray-of-sunshine boy-scout personality and demeanor, there is an aspect of fear in his character and double life dynamic (for lack of better phrasing) that is pretty heavily overlooked.
I know I keep making comparisons to Superman: The Animated Series from 1996 and it’s probably unfair given that the two series have extremely different approaches to his character, but that’s only because I think STAS is the peak of Superman media as far as I’ve consumed so far (and you should absolutely watch it, please, especially if you’re into the Batman Animated Series too).
Anyways, the lead up to STAS Clark’s origin begins with his powers slowly manifesting themselves; he’s hearing and seeing things nobody else can, he tries to stop and subsequently gets caught in a gas station truck collision explosion only to be completely unscathed by the fire, he throws jocks into tables during a basketball game and dejectedly kicks rocks into the atmosphere, he’s burning through things with a concentrated glare, etc. as Clark puts it to Lana, he’s just “going through changes,” changes which make him feel weird and alienated no pun intended from his peers.
When Jon and Martha finally reveal his crashed spaceship and Jor-El’s hologram exposition dumps everything into Clark’s very confused, very upset lap, including how Earth’s yellow sun will give Clark abilities unlike other “normal human beings,” to which Clark vehemently responds “I am a normal human being,” he takes it poorly to say the least—poorly being, crying “No, no, no, I’m not a freak,” and angrily punching a barn post in half before running away out of fear and shame. It’s told and shown differently in MAWS of course, but the visceral fear reaction to the truth is still there; the first thing MAWS Clark does after the hologram ends is rebury the spaceship and hug his parents with teary eyes.
STAS Jor-El-ogram also makes a point of mentioning how Clark’s powers could cause others to fear him, but that he should still never use them in retaliation or anger, and both MAWS and STAS Superman make it a point to reassure the public that they mean no harm to their respective Loises. And if you need an extra nail in the coffin, STAS Superman even compares Bizarro’s experience of realizing he’s a failed clone to his own realization that he wasn’t human. So, TLDR, Clark was very deeply afraid of who he really is—to the point of calling himself a freak in one iteration—and all the possible implications of it as he grew up; the possibility of being rejected if he told anyone, of being seen as a threat (re: public reassurance that he means no harm).
Clark struggled with his identity for years since learning the truth, and even after making peace with it still has trouble balancing Clark with Superman—STAS The Late Mr. Kent is such a perfect example of this! Clark is investigating a convicted death row thief/murderer who claims innocence of the murder after 20 years, and when he gets close to exposing the crooked cop who framed the thief, his car is blown up and he has to fake his death to protect Superman’s identity; I won’t spiel the whole synopsis bc this post is already close to being longer than a bedside ruler, but the moment that sticks out to me is this dialogue exchange between him and his parents when he’s visiting them for advice:
Martha: “Well, this is a fine mess.”
Jon: “It’s not like he’s really dead, he just can’t be Clark anymore.”
C: “But I am Clark! I need to be Clark! I’d go crazy if I had to be Superman all the time.”
(“I am Clark,” is the key phrase here btw).
The problem with most modern interpretations of Superman is they forget the Clark part of him—they forget the human part of him, and abandon it altogether for this counter-clockwise version of him where his true self is a weirdly indifferent cosmic messiah hiding out as a meek little earth guy. And with that key aspect of his character being discarded like Woody when his arm fabric tore, so goes the inner aspects of fear and complication between his identities, and with those aspects goes the other key aspect of what makes Superman, Superman. The fact that he was able to take something rooted in such a visceral fear and craft it into a symbol of hope and goodness for the rest of the world, the same world that he once feared rejection and hatred from, is what makes him Superman.
Sorry for bringing up STAS for the millionth time, but I promise it’s short and for the last time, and there are so many episodes where he’s set up to defeat villains, only to realize they were misguided (Bizarro) or simply not given any opportunities to be better (Volcana), and ends up helping them rather than “defeating them,” (giving Bizarro a lifeless planet to protect safely, giving Volcana an island hideaway with supplies for survival). It’s a hard thing to believe or even remotely consider given his perfectly human appearance, but Superman sticks up for the oddballs wherever they may turn up, and he’ll do whatever he can to nurture them and give them not only what Jon and Martha gave him, but also what he wanted growing up.
That’s what MAWS does so perfectly. It understands everything about Superman so well.
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MyDCU - Giganta should a Hero
Like a lot of comic readers, I have my own ideas of what I'd do if I was in charge of DC Comics. I spent a lot of time thinking about Wonder Woman and her villains, and I think Giganta would be better as an Ally of the Amazing Amazon, rather than her foe.
Think about it... the power to grow is a terrible superpower, even for a villain. You can't do anything in secret, because your own powers make you a gigantic target. It relegates Giganta to always being someone else's minion, rather than having her own plans.
Not helped by her origins being flimsy at best. In her modern origin, she started as a scientist with a blood disease that transferred her mind into the body of a strong woman that JUST HAPPENS to have size changing powers.
[The original Dr. Dorris Zuel]
You could even see her as sympathetic, she did the mind transfer to escape her own dying body. (Sure she first tried to steal DIana's body, and she killed her lab assistant and essentially killed that strongwoman [Olga was her name BTW]) She's trapped as villain because there is no going back to a normal life.
Like I said, I think there's more potential for her as Diana's ally, if we give her a redemption arc like they're doing with Harley Quinn.
Giganta can simply repent. One day after getting caught up in another failed villain team up, getting beat by The Teen TItans, getting a bomb in her neck as part of the Suicide Squad, and being forced to work with real psychos in the Squad. Dorris realizes how awful her situation in life is and decides to get on the straight and narrow.
I'm sure Wonder Woman, the Atom, and maybe Batman, would be willing to help her set up a new life.
Finally, I would change her powers a bit. Firstly, instead of having to grow all over, change it so that she can grow individual parts. This would mainly be her arms, or maybe her legs, but she could grow other parts if she really wanted to (for a joke, for example). Also, her powers are magic based, so make it so that her clothes change size, too. They will only tear if she wants them to.
Speaking of her magic powers, it be great to start her off on a Vision Quest, like on Dinosaur Island, to master her powers. There she can have an encounter with the Shaman that gave Olga her powers. (It's implied that Olga got her powers from some random shaman, which was lifted from her origin in the Superfriends cartoon.)
I would flesh out more about Olga, the circus strongwoman that Giganta mindswapped with. Maybe that Shaman, was one in a network of spiritual leaders around the world, that were preparing for some kind of great battle that was coming. When Giganta stole Olga's body, Olga never got to complete her training for that big battle. Now the great battle is closer than ever, so Giganta needs to complete Olga's role.
So, another power would be the ability to access Giganta's strength without having to turn into a giant. This would be like her "defense mode" where she bulks up in a wall of muscle, but is only 7 feet tall.
We don't want her to just be She-Hulk all the time, so it's a double edged sword. She can only shift into "defense mode" for like 15 minutes at max. Afterwards she's hit with crippling muscle cramps, and her powers just go away for an equal amount of time.
Then, we could flesh out more of Giganta's family? Did Doris Zuel have any siblings? What about Olga's family? What if Olga is still in her head and the personality starts to re-emerge? How will they learn to co-exist in one body?
And that its... as always, now that I said it, it'll never come true. But a guy can dream.
#dccomics#dc comics#wonder woman#wonderwoman#Giganta#MyDCU#Roy-DCM2#comics#villains#legion of doom#superfriends#DC Universe#Gigantess
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oh my god I forgot what day it is and that new she-hulk episode is out 😂😂
episode 8 spoilers! (it's kinda long sns haha)
oh shit they showed the "specimen" guy in the previously on 😳 oh no is he involved too? 😂
btw why isn't there an option to skip recap in she-hulk? 😂
who the fuck is leapfrog lmao
as soon as I read the description (I caught a glimpse, I can't help it lol) I just knew it was Luke
I don't particularly like Luke tbh 😂 it's a lowkey very cliché character, and he's kinda doing too much to be funny? idk 😂 he's not a bad character, just far from fave haha
wait, is Matt gonna represent Luke????? is that how they're gonna meet???
OH MY GOD IT'S HIM
MATTHEW!!! HOW I MISSED YOU 😍
did I hear that right? no more Sokovia Accords?? oh hell yeah, that's what's up 💪💪💪
I'm just so excited to see Matt again, I'm loving it so much (also, when do we get to see him as daredevil because I'm sure we saw that in the trailer lol)
also, why is Luke making his suits now? I loved Melvin, don't tell me he's not in this universe 😢😂
"a hunch" lmao
"secret double life of Matt Murdock" oh if you only knew 😂😂 it's hilarious actually 😂😂
I just love him so much, I can't get over finally seeing him in the mcu (for more than one short scene in nwh which was my highlight of the movie right after Andrew lol)
aww Jen's into Matt?? I mean, can we blame her? everyone's into Matt 😍😂😂
they have a nice chemistry tbh, I could see it 😂😂
Oof, pls take Todd off my screen 😂 god that guy's cringe (the "Wakanda forever"... yeah that made me uncomfortable too, Jen)
he did not say "but whatever" 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ oh my god I'm getting pissed off now 😂 why is he here? this better pay off lol
she's gonna wear the suit??? oh my this is an exciting episode 😂
IT'S THE DEVIL OF HELL'S KITCHEN BABY!!!
I'm loving the fight and the banter, it's so good
God it was easy for her to find out who he is 😂😂 tbf she is a hulk 😂
oh, Leapfrog kidnapped Luke? now it makes sense 😂 because Matt wouldn't go after him if he didn't do crime haha I honestly didn't think the frog guy could be any danger because he's just a dumb rich guy but oh well 😂😂
the fact that Jen doesn't know who daredevil is 😂😂 he really is a local NYC (or even just Hell's Kitchen) hero, huh - or rather a vigilante haha
does Leapfrog have any powers or just a supersuit with cool functions? 😂 if no powers, why frogs, man? 😂😂
I don't remember ever seeing Matt laugh in his daredevil suit, at least not like this 😂 god, they have good chemistry 😂 tho Charlie Cox can have good chemistry with anyone tbh (except one person but that's on her not him and that's not a rant for this show lol iykyk 😂)
I love their banter so much, can I get a show of just them two teaming up pls?? 😂 😂 they're so funny and again, the chemistry is there and it's so good
Matt taking down the goons - so daredevil, missed it so much
and she-hulk smash!!! YAAAS QUEEN
"big fan of legal dramas" Matt's hilarious as always 😂😂
"this guy's really kinda doing it for me" yuh, we know, he's doing it for all of us, Jen 😂😂 (seriously, if they didn't live on opposite sides of the country I really could see it 👀)
oh yes, I knew it, they gonna fuuuuck! yas, get it Jen!!! (I'm sorry, I'm loving this so much, they'd be such a good match, seriously 😂😂)
the cut to Matt just walking in his dd suit, shoes in hand, was so fucking funny 😂😂
that's what I'm saying, so much happened, it really does feel like this is where the episode would end, and there's still a few minutes left, what more is gonna happen??
I love the fourth-wall breaks because Jen's voicing all my thoughts 😂😂 I'm so confused 🤣🤣
Both Jen and Nikkk look amazing 😍🥵
what's up with Todd's involvement in this episode? 😂 why put so much focus on that?
the fact that it has to be FEMALE lawyer of the year is just pissing me off but I'm aware that's how the world works unfortunately - obviously she wouldn't win a "lawyer of the year" because she's a woman so it has to be female 🙄🙄
oh shit Intelligencia?! oh my god fucking Josh 😡😡
shit she's angry
aaand that was their plan wasn't it....
is she out of control? omg she lost control didn't she...
oh my god I can't wait for the finale
this was hands down my fave episode
MATT WAS HERE!! I just loved seeing him again, he was so cool and he felt like himself, and he fit in so well with the show (I was worried how they were gonna portray him in the mcu but so far I like it - it might have felt a bit different because I haven't seen dd in a whe and also because it's a comedy so it has a different feel)
I mentioned it like 5 times but Matt and Jen had such good chemistry and banter, I loved all their conversations, and again, I can see it 👀👀 like, I ship it tbh haha
I don't think I mentioned that I loved Jen's suit, it looks so cool, loved it
I'm still confused as to why Todd and Wakandan spear were in here, what was that little plot about? I hope it pays off somehow lol
and I loved the fourth-wall break at the end when Jen was equally confused as me as to why the episode wasn't ending hahaha
now I know they purposely made her mad and now I'm worried and I'm just so excited for the finale 😍😍 can't wait!!!
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If We Go Down, We Go Down Together
Word Count: 1,762
Status: Suggested!
Ask: hello !! idk if u still do these but could we get a Mr. Andrews x reader fic ? 👁👁 i’ve been obsessed with titanic since forever and i’ve always been in love with Mr. Andrews. could it also be about him being protective over the reader ?? tysm and i love ur work btw. so talented omg
@: a wonderful anon that will forever be mysterious!
A/N: I absolutely love Mr. Andrews! He was such a sweetheart and an honorable man, even in the time of death, knowing his creation was destroyed. And thank you so much for all the compliments, ya’ll are too kind to me!
Side-Note: I’m so sorry for this! I realized afterwards that you probably wanted a heartwarming imagine, and I completely screwed with it! Mr. Andrews isn’t completely overprotective in this, kind of softly claiming you as his? Hope you enjoy anyway?
Fandom: Titanic 1997
Relationship: Mr. Thomas Andrews x Reader
Summary: It was the ship of dreams; the unsinkable, grand ship that would take people all the way to America, the country of opportunities. Personally, it was the ship of endless possibilities, falling even harder for a man you’d want to spend the rest of your life with. But, will fate allow that? Will you be able to have your happily ever after?
Warnings: angsty, fluff-ish, impending doom, surprise ending (it’s not gonna be what you think...I think?), fight to live, depression, multiple deaths, threats, sexist remarks (only one- it’s the 1900s)
Masterlist Titanic Masterlist
Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands
{gif is not mine, credits go to @badge1995}
Rocking on your chair in the drawing room, you look up and around you fearfully. It had been smooth sailing so far. Blood running cold, the thought scares you upright, quickly gathering up your recent sketches, putting them in a folder and grabbing your knit sweater, just catching the start of people filing into the hall. This is absurd.
Ignoring the confused murmurs and initial shock of what was still unknown, you book it to staff quarters, making your way up to the wheelhouse. Once there, you are met with serious faces of distraught, hopelessness, and some of determination.
Walking passed them with a kind, sympathetic demeanor, you lightly squeeze the shoulder of the young wheel boy. He wasn’t much older than 20, still embracing younger puppy-like features. Just to the right, you briskly open the double doors, being met with the familiar founders and shareholders that each took their part in making this extraordinary franchise.
Mr. Ismay, frustrated, addresses Captain Smith just as they make their way into the room you’d just entered, “This is most unfortunate, Captain.”
As more of the main staff file in, Mr. Andrews uncoils the blueprint of the Titanic, uncertainty laced in his voice as he recalls, “Water fourteen feet above the keel in ten minutes...in the forepeak, all three holds and boiler room six.”
“Can we get underway, dammit?” Ismay asks, annoyance caught between the gaps of his question.
“That’s five compartments. She can float with four compartments breached, but not five. Not five. As she goes down, the water will spill... over the tops of bulkheads at E deck, one to the next, back and back. There’s no stopping it.”
“The pumps,” Captain Smith tries.
“The pumps buy you time, but only minutes,” Mr. Andrews looks around the room, his eyes catching yours adoringly. His eyes water at the sight of you, his next sentence coming as a painful stab to the heart, “As of now, no matter what we do...Titanic will flounder.”
A wave of sadness overcomes the room, even as Mr. Ismay continues his onslaught in futile interrogation. You were hopeless. How were you supposed to rise up from this?
“Captain Smith...” you start, afraid to continue, “She...She hit, Sir?” You catch sight of your fiance, sadness laced in between the creases of his brows and forehead. You walk up to him, grabbing his hand tightly within your own, interlocking the fingers.
“I-I-I’m afraid so, young Y/N,” he says bewildered and ashamed, realizing now that many of these passengers are going to die, and, unlike him, they can range far younger than even you.
“We are back at full speed, Sir,” announces an attentive Officer Murdoch, “As well as a signal. There is one of the twin ships about four hours away.”
“We don’t have four hours,” Thomas pipes up, dropping his head in the crook of your collar bone, settling there for a moment as he tries to gather himself. “Two at most,” he assumes, voice muffled as his emotions overcome him.
Captain Smith tries to ignore the reminder, motioning for the staff to follow him, getting to work in emergency mode.
Trying your best to ease Thomas’ tension, you know he’s about to break any moment, trying to prevent it by petting his head and hugging him. “Don’t be discouraged Love, we can still save people,” you whisper, still hopeful.
“But not all, Y/N. Not all,” he whimpers, nuzzling his head further into your neck.
Taking his face in your hands, you adjust his gaze to match yours, “You can never save everyone, but at least you can save some. That’s the difference that makes the biggest effect. You believe me, don’t you Thomas?”
“Of course I do,” he smiles sadly, fiddling with one of your hands.
“Then let’s go make it.”
It takes a moment for your words to resonate with him, but when it does, he instantly changes perspective, determination flashing in his eyes as he meets your gaze again. “It’s now or never.”
You smile, “Quite a hit or miss.”
He giggles, pausing for a moment before pecking your lips,��“I love you.”
“I love you too,” you return the gesture, detaching your hand from his as you both take your leave to opposite sides of the ship, going to help as best you can.
Reaching the left side of the ship, you are met with many fearful expressions, anxious looks, and distraught. Swarms of passengers butt and shove around, unsure of what their fates have in their favor. Saying your “excuse me’s” and “may I get through’s,” you reach the sturdy fencing, instantly getting ahold of the ropes to help lower people and boats.
“Women and children! Only women and children at this time!” yells Officer Lowe.
Hesitation halts you for a moment, looking over to Lowe, “We can’t section the people! It’ll cause further alarm! We won’t be able to stop them once they get antsy Harold!”
“It was Captain’s orders, we’ll be punished if we disobey,” he looks over helplessly, offering a hand to an older woman boarding the longboat.
Looking at him, you can see his own apprehension, “Harold, we need to do this right.”
Properly facing you, he sighs and nods dutifully. Together, you load as many people that could fit then load them swiftly and systematically. However, the more people you helped escape, the more that came flooding in. The people were hysterical, more so as the ship began to shake and quiver.
Startled, you try to find the source, noticing the ship starting to lift. “Shit!” yells a passenger, holding on to the nearest pole. More slurs and screams were met with his, the ship starting to lift up higher and higher to the point that you begged for the strongest upper-body strength available.
Just as the ship stands straight up, the front of the Titanic snaps off, sending the back crashing back into the ocean properly. The passengers that hadn’t fallen swarm the boats again, this time threatening to throw staff workers over.
Stumbling back, you catch yourself from slipping, trying to reason with the people, too caught up in your own fear. But the passengers keep pushing, Officer Murdoch pulling a gun as he reaches your side.
“Stand back! Stand back I tell you, or I’ll shoot!” Murdoch yells, the people only taking few steps away.
“No...” you look at him, “No...This isn’t right. No, your scaring them. Stop!” you warn, tears forming in your eyes.
Officer Murdoch ignores you, unfortunately, uncertainty fueling his actions. Rather, he shoves you into the crowd, “If you cannot work with us, you minus well join them. We wouldn’t have been in this mess if you’d done your job successfully; better yet, if you’d done your designated job: stayed home and done the wifely duties!”
Stopping all movement, shock courses through your veins as you stare at the man. He’s just scared, you try to reason, but the pain is still there. Shaking your head, you rush through the crowd, letting some of the tears fall as you enter the interior of the ship once more, making your way down the grand staircase.
Too caught up in a swarm of emotions, you bump into a young auburn-haired girl, apologizing briefly before continuing. You are halted within the first few steps however, the girl holding your elbow hostage, “I know you,” she starts.
“I would assume so,” you sniffle.
“You’re Mr. Andrews’ fiance; you helped build this ship, correct?”
“Yes Ma’am,” you flinch.
“Then please, for the love of humanity, you must know what’s happening?”
Staring at her guiltily, you consider not answering.
“Please,” she begs, “Mr. Andrews had told me about the boats, I just need you to confirm my suspicions.
“The Titanic hit, Miss. We are trying our best to alleviate the issue, but-” you inhale sharply, tear welling up in your eyes again. “-But she will sink. And if you truly know the problem with the boats, you do know there’s not enough for everyone?”
Her eyes widen, then her body goes slack, standing openly with her arms at her sides. Nodding weakly, her blue orbs encompass yours, pulling you in for a hug in thanks.
Returning the compassion, you pull away quickly, “You said you’ve talked to Mr. Andrews?”
“Yes, I just saw him in the other room- The First Class Smoking Room,” she recalls as quickly as possible, “I’m sure that’s where you’d been looking for?”
“Yes, thank you so much. Please, get to safety. I truly mean it,” you beg, already speeding off into the direction of your beloved, the ship already beginning to sink lopsidedly.
“Thomas!” you yell, running through room after room, just barely missing his silent, remorseful form draped in front of a mantle. “Thomas!” you cry, tears finally cascading freely.
“Y/N!” he gasps, pulling your body into his instantly. “I couldn’t save them, Love, I can’t.”
“I know Sweetheart, I know,” you sob, pressing his head as tightly to your body as possible.
Slowly, your bodies droop to the floor, still holding each other close as the Titanic creaks and moans. “We tried, My Love. We truly did,” Thomas tries, stroking your hair as you lay your heads in the crooks of each other’s necks.
“I love you, Thomas,” you choke, water crashing through the doors on the opposite side of the room. “I want you to know that there’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you.”
“I love you, too Y/N. Don’t you cry, there’s a special place for us up above, My Love. We are soulmates.”
The water starts to climb towards your feet, enabling more helpless whimpers and tears. Thomas caresses your face, “Don’t pay it any mind. We will be together very soon.”
Sharing a passionate kiss, you wrap your arms around Thomas tightly, as does he, latching onto your back and hips. Together, you close your eyes just as you feel the first splashes of freezing water on your shins; the rest of the world disappearing in a painful darkness as the rest of the Titanic is fully submerged by the Atlantic Ocean. April 15th, 1912, 2:20 a.m.
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