#but also the thought of posting it is making me weirdly nervous i could just Not Post It but i like sharing stuff =(
Note
I have a pre-relationship request that’s more on the cute side. Can you please write Bi Han, Kenshi, Johnny, Liu Kang, Raiden and Kung Lao reacting to the reader (who is a new kombatant) who has been feeling weary from the training and falling asleep on the men’s shoulder? It can be under different scenarios, whatever you think works the best :)
this is so cute!! i'll be happy to write this😁
no warnings, pure FLUFF <3
Sub-Zero
Being a new kombatant came with a lot of responsibilities. However, for lack of better word, it felt like more of a responsibility being around Bi-Han than any other. He knew not to work you as hard as his recruits, so with the kindness left in his heart he offered to help and train with you. He was quite impressed with your quick learning and determination too. So one day after a long session--this was his way of saying he thought you were good enough to train with him that long--you sat together to cool off in a comfortable silence. After a while he began to ramble on about duties and such when he turned to feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He was honestly going to wake you up, but then felt you deserved the rest. Anybody who passed by him earned a mean glare if they even tried speaking to him and possibly waking you up, but shh! You didn't hear that from me!
Kenshi Takahashi
After being assigned to work with Kenshi, it's natural that you were nervous. You heard many stories about the blind swordsman, and now you were actually in his presence. Sensing your hesitance to really give your all out of nervousness, he always made sure to let you know you can give everything you got, so gradually over time you two became comfortable during and after training sessions. You've learned a lot from him: from stances, to breathing patterns, to how to efficiently piss Johnny off if he bothered you with his droning on about being in Hollywood, it was no question that you two connected on another level. After a particularly challenging session, he paid no mind to you falling asleep on his shoulder. You earned it. He'd carry on with his own conversations while making sure he didn't budge. It could also be something he brags about to Johnny, cause why the hell not?
Johnny Cage
When you were first introduced to the fighting scene by Liu Kang, you expected to meet all types of esteemed warriors and established individuals that wore their honor on their sleeves. When it came to Johnny, it was weirdly charming. He was the first to offer to train with you because you looked strong. He'd play around with the whole "I'll go easy on you" speech until you showed him what you're capable of. Now, he took you seriously. The Johnny Cage that came to light when he wanted to prove a point was always present when you showed up, but you admired it nonetheless. You liked that he didn't view you as some weakling that could be talked down on. So post intense sparring match with you out like a light once your head laid upon his shoulder, he just quietly laughed it off and patted your head. "You're lucky we tied." he whispered.
Liu Kang
Of course, anybody's heart would be thumping in the presence of a God. The God of Fire himself kindly offered to take you under his wing, seeing great potential in you and your future. Liu Kang took this role very seriously, so while he explained you were hand picked, you immediately snapped into a warrior's mindset. Being a new kombatant was the highest honor in your eyes, especially while being backed by a literal God. Though he will have no issue reminding you to just view him as another friend--glowing eyes and all power aside. Being your Lord eventually felt no different than simply speaking to a superior you could say what's up to. He admired your love for training and being quick on your toes, so no wonder you fell asleep on him. Working with a God is no joke!
Raiden
Getting to train with the champion of Earthrealm was surreal to you. Although when you met Raiden, you didn't think he'd be so sweet and chill. Most of all humble. Letting him know you were new here made him so happy, especially now since he didn't have to deal with Kung Lao's blabbering about if he was champion. It didn't take long to start training longer and harder, but sometimes it may have been a little difficult to keep up. He is the champion for a reason! There'd be a plethora of opportunities to learn from each other and understand each other better through fighting. It was a breath of fresh air to learn you both viewed kombat as a means of expression and art. Falling asleep on his shoulder after a long day made his own tiredness disappear. He was honored that you felt so comfortable and relaxed around him--this much was clear when someone walked past him grinning ear to ear.
Kung Lao
A new kombatant for him to train with?! Let's go! Kung Lao was a man that needed no introduction. Once he eyes laid upon you, he could sense your strength from across the room. He wore his pride on his sleeve, but it honestly didn't bother you much. He was the same man who came this close to being champion of Earthrealm and had his own set of great skill. He loved training with you. You were able to keep up with him in a short amount of time and even develop your own flair being around him so long. In a way he kind of felt like your mentor. The evening that you trained so hard and sparred so well and eventually fell asleep on his shoulder, he expected as much. As a matter of fact, he would joke about it all this time after every session, half of him thinking it probably wouldn't happen. But regardless he found it adorable and wore this moment like a badge of honor.
a/n: lowkey i have no clue if i've reused the same sentiments for some of these characters but hey im used to writing in the format so yall gonna have to deal with it 😤 hope this was what you had in mind!
#n3ptoonz#mk1#mortal kombat 1#mortal kombat#kung lao#bi han#johnny cage#raiden mk1#kenshi takahashi#mk fluff#mk1 kung lao#kung lao x reader#mk1 bi han#bi han x reader#johnny cage x reader#raiden x reader#kenshi takashi x reader#liu kang mk1#liu kang x reader#bi han sub zero
517 notes
·
View notes
Text
inspired by the recent events (think of a singer and football player) and ofc, inspired by the brilliant, @henderdads, who has graciously allowed me to make this into a whole thing. 👀
check out the original post!
*i don’t know ANYTHING about the NFL, so sorry for the obvious mistakes*
”What do you mean?” Steve looks up from tying his shoelaces, and stares at his agent.
“Harrington, how many times do I have to say this?” Robin smirks at him, “He’s here. He’s sitting with Mama Joyce.”
Steve’s 100% sure a wire short circuits in his brain. He blinks rapidly at her before asking once again.
“Eddie Munson?”
Robin hums, “Ahuh.”
“Like the 12 time Grammy winner, Eddie Munson, from Corroded Coffin?”
Robin slaps a hand on her forehead, “Yes, Steve! Eddie Munson is in the stadium right now. You’re the one who asked me to arrange his seats.”
Steve jumps from the wooden benches, “I didn’t think he would come!”
Robin crosses her arms, “First of all, you were the one who made that bracelet with your number on it—“
“I WAS DRUNK!”
Robin puts up a finger, “You weren’t drunk when you brought it to his concert and asked Lucas Sinclair to hand it to him. You also weren’t drunk when you announced it on a podcast, when it could’ve been a secret for all of us to keep. Second of all, you whined and annoyed me until I finally caved in, called his publicist to finally arrange the whole thing and the thanks I get is more whining?!”
Oh no. Steve stares at her, as all of the things she said finally sinks in. Oh no. Eddie Munson is in the crowd. He came. Steve asked and Eddie came. He’s gonna watch Steve Harrington play. Weirdly, he wonders if this is what Eddie feels when he’s about to play sold out arenas. Steve’s never felt nervous to play, the field is— well— his comfort place and not once has he had this sense of dread to play. Not even when he had to play the Super Bowl.
"I didn't think he'd come!" Steve panics.
“Uh-oh. No time for panic attacks. The game starts in about 15 minutes.”
“Oh my god.” Steve groans as she pushes him out of the locker rooms to the halls. There’s TVs in every corner, and one TV catches his attention.
There he is.
Eddie Munson’s sitting beside his adoptive mother and his siblings. Dear God. In what world is this real?
The commentator squeals in delight as he broadcasts, “Here’s one for the books, one that’s surely going to break the internet tonight. In the crowd tonight, we have the lead singer of best selling metal group, Eddie Munson. The rumors are apparently true! Harrington and Munson are definitely friends, maybe even more?”
Steve groans as Sinclair moves pass him, bumping shoulders. A huge smirk on his face, “I didn’t think you could do it, but I have to say, I am very proud of you.”
”Leave me alone.” He sulks as Lucas walks down the hall laughing his head off.
When Steve started talking to Eddie, he never really thought he’d end up here. Did he want something serious with Eddie? Well, yes. He’s been crushing on the man since he realized he was bisexual and Eddie was already the cover of the Seventeen magazine for nth time. But Eddie was a superstar singer who’s still on a world tour that has already sold billions, so no, Steve didn’t expect him to be here. He also knows that Eddie just got out of a pretty public break-up, so he didn’t expect anything but friendship. He just— shoot his shot and prayed to the Gods.
Steve thinks back to the conversation they had a few nights ago. A conversation only possible through the help of prayer and two shots of vodka.
“You wanna go out this Sunday?” Steve asks, trying his best to keep the nerves under the wraps.
“Isn’t that the day of the game?” Eddie speaks over the phone and Steve still can’t fathom the fact that he’s talking to Eddie Munson on a regular Wednesday night.
“Yeah, I mean. We can go out after the game.” Steve gulps, and he feels the need to take another shot.
”Huh.” Eddie hums, “Would that be a date, Harrington?”
“Yes.” Steve lightly bangs his head on the wall, “I mean, if you want it to be.” Steve covers his mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds that comes out from him. What a wuss.
“Here, let’s play a fun little game. Let’s wait till Sunday.” Steve can hear the smirk in his voice, and god, Steve will have to look up the damn “Eddie Munson smirks for 10 minutes” compilation on Youtube again.
”What do you mean?”
“I’ll think about it. On Sunday, if I’m in the crowd then maybe we can get some dinner. If I’m not, then maybe next time.” There’s a playfulness in his voice that makes Steve want to tear his hair out.
Steve gnaws at his lips, that sounds easy enough, “Okay. That sounds… easy.”
Eddie laughs. It’s music to Steve’s ears and he feels pathetic, “Not so easy, big boy. If I’m there, you have to get a touchdown and then it’s a date. If not, then we hang out with your siblings. They’re pretty cool.”
Steve stares at the wall in his room, there’s maybe 50% chance he’ll get a touchdown. He could talk to Sinclair and McKinney to get him the ball. He could do it. It’s just another touchdown. He’s done—what?— like 50 touchdowns in his life.
”Okay.” Steve gulps, “Let’s do it.”
“HARRINGTON!” Steve blinks back to the present, lifting his eyes away from the picture of Eddie Munson wearing the red windbreaker representing his team.
Hopper’s calling him over, a smirk clear on his face. Why is everyone fucking smirking at him? “I see you’re distracted. I hope this doesn’t cripple your ability to play.”
”Hop!” Steve groans, only for his coach to laugh and pat him in the back.
“Go on! Line up!” Hop smiles, winking at him, “Good luck out there.”
Steve puts on his helmet, before taking a few deep breathes.
He just needs a touchdown. One touchdown.
Steve smiles.
He’d do anything for Eddie Munson.
A touchdown is nothing.
#okay so again i dont know anything about nfl and football#i will write more after i finish this three hour long video about football#thank you cass for allowing me to write this#i love you from the bottom of my heart#this are the only worms i have right now#steddie#dae writes#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steddie rants#steddie headcanon#daeheadcanons#steddie famous au#steddie fanfic
843 notes
·
View notes
Text
Complicated (Joel Miller x Reader)
Word count: 2.1K
Summary: joel lets the fear of losing you get twisted and ends up pushing you away. he realizes his mistake when you get hurt
Tags: cw: violence (not from joel), angst, fighting, possessive!joel, implied stalking, joel’s bad behavior is mostly ambiguous so take that however it suits you, reader is a badass, injury, hurt/comfort, very complicated relationship, but also humor and fluff (this really isn’t as dark as it sounds I promise), making up
A/N: wanted to try something with more angst for a change. also wanna start exploring joel being a lil darker than I usually write him since he showed that side in the last few eps. not full dark yet tho. I actually weirdly wrote it with a lot of internal humor with the reader.
cross-posted to ao3 • tlou masterlist • main masterlist
“Joel—stay away from me,” you warned, jaw clenched and gaze hardened.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, trying to come up with a response. Something that could calm you down and make you just see that he was trying to protect you.
Joel lifted his hands and held them in front of himself, as if he was approaching a scared animal. Or maybe a dangerous one. He silently pleaded with you, the look on his face trying to emphasize his point. I’m not a threat.
Maybe not at first, but now you weren’t so sure.
“Please, we can talk about this.”
God, did he have to make this harder? “I’m asking you as someone who you care about; please just give me some space.”
Joel’s frown deepened. He was starting to realize he couldn’t get out of this one. “For how long?”
You let out a tired sigh. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “Just… leave me alone.” You turned your back on him then, retreating to your apartment in the QZ.
For the first time in a long while, Joel made no attempt to follow you.
For a week, you hadn’t seen Joel. Like, at all.
That almost made you more nervous than catching a glance of him once in a while just out an about.
Being without Joel was an unfamiliar feeling, and a part of you screamed that it just wasn’t right. You weren’t dependent upon him, it wasn't that. You had just become so accustomed to his presence that looking over to your side and finding you were all alone was jarring.
That feeling was extra high as you packed your bag, on your way to meet up with a contact and make a trade.
You looked over your shoulder constantly, kept your hood up, and stayed out of eyeline from the cameras as best you could as you made your way to the meeting spot.
For something like this, you missed Joel. Well, not missed him. You didn’t miss him. It was the smart thing to do, he was getting too overbearing.
Although, you’d believe that a little more if you weren’t aware of the fact that you were trying to convince yourself.
You shook your head, physically trying to rid those thoughts from your mind. It was just a simple trade. Sure, when you were with Joel you felt safer. You could fight, but Joel could kill. Sure, there was safety in numbers. Being a woman alone at night wasn’t ideal and this was a rough business. And sure, you didn’t recognize the two men approaching you and…
Wait.
Where was your contact? The only way they could’ve found you is because of him (you never learned his name).
“Who the hell are you?” you questioned, hand drifting to the gun on your hip.
“Liam sent us,” one of them said.
You hummed, more so to yourself. So that was his name. “Alright, well, that doesn’t answer my question.”
“Don’t worry about it,” the other one said. “Do you have it?”
You relented, but maintained a reasonable level of suspicion. You reached for your bag and swung it off of your back. You pulled out a bag of pills that you and Joel had smuggled in.
Maybe after the deal, you’d split the money with him. Or at least give him a third. Yeah, that was better. You were taking all the risk right here right now.
“You know the price?” you asked, scanning their faces in the dark. It was hard though, you couldn’t really make out any of their features. It put you on edge even more so.
“Yeah,” the same guy said. He slung a backpack off of his back and let it fall to the ground. He crouched down and unzipped it.
As he reached into the bag, a bad energy edged over you. Your instincts were right. The guy pulled out a gun and with no hesitation, he fired recklessly in your direction. Not a single bullet connected thankfully, but this was not a good situation to be in.
“Really?” you asked out loud, annoyed. You weren’t expecting either of them to answer.
The other guy suddenly charged at you, tackling you to the ground. You managed to pull your gun in the struggle, but he knocked it out of your hand. Bastard was strong.
Thankfully he didn’t have a gun, but the pocket knife he pulled out didn’t look much fun.
Your heart slammed against your ribcage as you fought against him. His buddy had run off after realizing that his shots had missed. Probably wouldn’t have had the guts to kill you anyway if missing spooked him enough.
The guy you were wrestling against, though, did have the guts. And that wasn’t good news for you as he got the upper hand.
You hardly registered the pain as the stranger's knife plunged into your abdomen. He released the handle as you fell backward, thinking that the blade had done the job. In a quick motion, running on adrenaline, you yanked the knife from your own body and slashed at the assailant as he leaned over you. The blade connected with his neck.
Maybe he didn’t deserve the death penalty for the attack, but it was you or him. He made that clear. And you weren’t about to succumb to death from some overzealous thug. No way in hell.
Blood hit your skin in heavy drops that slowly became a gush. You heard the thud of his body before you registered his weight on half of your body. You scrambled out from under him, scraping against rocks and dirt as you dragged yourself across the ground and away from your assailant.
You laid on your back and stared up at the sky. There was some light saturation from the QZ, but you were grateful it wasn’t enough to totally erase the stars. You reached down, blindly, trying to cover your wound and put pressure on it.
You let your eyes slide shut for a moment as pain started to erupt from the wound. You heard footsteps and a male voice that sounded muffled by the time it hit your ringing ears.
Larger hands gently nudged yours out of the way as he took over applying pressure to the wound with one hand.
You didn’t have to open your eyes to know who it was, but you did anyway.
You wished you could’ve been surprised to find Joel kneeling at your side, but you knew him all too well.
“If you’re gonna stalk me…” you took a heaving breath in. “…you could at least save me quicker,” you wheezed out.
“I know, sweetheart.” He actually sounded guilty, like it was somehow his fault. Despite everything that had gone wrong, it was a brief reminder that Joel did care for you. Even if it had crossed the line from protectiveness into something darker. Obsession was the word you had used before, when you found out the lengths he was going to in order to keep an eye on you.
“I’m getting tired of you treating me like property,” you told Joel, trying to open his eyes to what he was doing. “It’s like an obsession and that’s not normal. You have to know that.”
“I’m just trying to keep you safe,” Joel argued.
You scoffed. “You don’t get to just say that as if it’s a justification for everything.”
Joel would disagree. And that was the problem.
Joel ran his hand up the side of your face, calloused fingers grazing skin until he was able to brush strands of hair out of your face. “I should’ve been here to watch out for you. Should’ve never let you out of my sight.”
You scoffed out a laugh, the slightest bit of blood trickling from the corner of your mouth. “That’s not the lesson I want you to learn from this.”
“Lesson? Jesus, Y/N,” Joel said, sounding somewhere between offended and dismissive. “I’m gonna lift you now, okay? Take you and get you patched up.”
Joel tucked his arms under you then, hoisting you up. You groaned and Joel carried you bridal style towards the infirmary—you couldn’t be sure where he was going, actually, but it was a good guess. You didn’t want to think about what would happen when the Fedra doctors found out what happened…
The rapidly decreasing adrenaline sent you into a dizzied state. It was like the world around you was spinning incredibly fast and then just stopped. Your ears were ringing and maybe the injury wouldn’t kill you, but fuck did it hurt.
The pain was overwhelming, and your last coherent thought was one expressing gratefulness to your own body for sending you into unconsciousness to avoid dealing with the pain.
That, and registering the scared look on Joel’s face as he watched your eyes slide shut. You hardly ever saw him scared.
You felt yourself coming back to consciousness in what seemed like seconds, but it had more than likely been hours.
You hadn’t opened your eyes yet, but you frowned a little, trying to go back to sleep. You were laying down in a bed with fresh, clean clothes. And you could tell you’d been stitched and bandaged up.
Joel reached for your hand, his larger one encasing yours. Those sad brown eyes of his watched as your eyes finally fluttered open. You met his gaze immediately and everything came flooding back.
You realized quickly based on a scan of your surroundings that you were in the hospital, not a jail cell. Not even cuffed.
“What lie did you tell them?” you asked hoarsely, throat dry.
“Half truth, half lie,” Joel revealed under his breath. “Said that you were jumped by a couple of guys, didn’t say why. If they ask you were trying to take a shortcut home and got lost in the dark.”
You closed your eyes and sighed. Exhausted—mentally, mostly. “How screwed am I?” It couldn’t be long before the body was found. Even if it was self defense, the man was still dead.
“Not at all,” Joel told you. Your eyes snapped open. “But since there were no cameras near where you were and the two guys ran off, Fedra may not be able to find and punish them.”
You furrowed your brows as you looked at him. “That’s not right,” you pointed out.
The lie had rolled so smoothly off his tongue, but you caught it. You weren’t that out of it.
“I know, but there’s nothing we can do. They’ll get caught eventually,” Joel responded. His tone was even, but the way he looked at you… it was a warning. Not in a threatening way, more like he was pleading with you.
Keep your mouth shut. Let me help you.
Of course.
“Well, I always have you to protect me, don’t I?” Your emphasis on the word was bitter. You hated that it was true. He never thought you could look out for yourself and it was like stupid stabby guy intended to prove that true.
What you really wanted to do was ask Joel what he had done with the body. Had he dropped you off, left, and then come back? You couldn’t ask him with nurses passing by.
“You handled yourself pretty well, actually,” Joel said it like a confession, pulling you from your thoughts. And oh look, the world kept turning. Maybe it was still a crazy, messy, terribly fucked up world—but it didn’t end simply because Joel admitted you weren’t some helpless damsel.
It could’ve been because he rescued you, or it could’ve been the morphine, but a wave of affection washed over you. Your expression softened You became more presently aware of Joel’s hand overlapping yours. You turned your hand, palm now facing his. Joel’s eyes flicked down briefly as your fingers curled over his hand.
Joel let out a content sigh, like he’d been holding his breath. He held your hand a little tighter after you gave his a light squeeze.
“I was worried about you,” Joel said as if it was some big secret.
You nearly laughed. “Yeah, no shit.”
Joel cracked a smile, which had become rare for him recently. He even let out a small chuckle at his own expense.
“I don’t want to lose you.” The amount of sincerity in his voice left no doubt.
He had tried so hard to keep you that he caused you to leave. You were sympathetic, you knew he wasn’t a bad guy. He’d done some things that wouldn’t be considered good. There was a difference. In a world like this, there had to be.
“Then don’t,” you replied. You could’ve said more, but Joel understood. He had one last chance and he couldn’t screw it up.
joel taglist: @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose @dontphunkwithmylove @cilliansangel @amethystwonders11 @frogsmuahh037 @andy-rocks @melllinaa @alitaar @melanie451 @b00kw0rmsworld @reverieisaway @avengersfan25 @aheadfullofsteverogers @strangeh0rizons @spideysimpossiblegirl
if you would like to be added to the joel taglist just send me an ask or a message!
#quin-ns writing#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller#the last of us#the last of us fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
I hope this is the final part of this weird thing I’ve made. Originally based on this art post and then expanded in this short write and followed up by another art post
Edit: I linked them incorrectly, shit. I’m not fixing it, deal with it
Now we’re here
It would be incorrect to say Hero was angry, because he wasn’t, he was furious.
It took only a few hours for Cheated to sound the alarm when he couldn’t find Paranoid. Then Contrarian pointed out that Broken wasn’t around either and everyone’s concern doubled.
Paranoid being missing was one thing, at worst he passed out from exhaustion somewhere they hadn’t thought to check, now Broken being missing meant he might be trying to hurt himself.
Everyone was rushing around, Hero remembered hearing the utter storm of swears from Cheated as Smitten tried to calm him. Stubborn irately stomped about as he called out for their two missing members, and Skeptic was pulling an indifferent Cold to his feet to get him moving. Contrarian muttered words of encouragement to Hero, who had placed his face in his hands, stressed.
Weirdly enough, Opportunist hung back, rubbing his talons together in a repeated, nervous motion. He only sprung to action once Cheated snapped at him a loud “Get moving!”
At one point they saw Hunted, who looked out of his element with the chaos surrounding him, he clutched a few bowls of food in his arms, feathers puffed out in mild alarm.
Contrarian perked up. “Hunted! I know you said you’d get all loopy during winter, and all of this usually makes you…” he gestured vaguely to the discord of avians running about. “…queasy, but do you think you could lend us a hand? You’ve got a strong sense of smell, yeah? Think you can sniff those voices out?”
Hunted curled in on himself, instead of responding he scuttled backward into the dim hallway where their rooms were.
“Strange, generally he’s pretty protective of us all, I thought he’d be the most active in this. The cold weather must really be getting to the guy.” Contrarian scratched the back of his neck, Hero hummed in agreement.
The search eventually expanded outwards of their home once they realized there was nowhere left for Broken or Paranoid to be inside, and then further out when they couldn’t find them in the front or backyard.
They eventually had to call it quits, as their energy left them, made quickly evident once Smitten conked out the second he hit the couch. They’d all have to give in and rest before continuing.
By then it was morning, Hero was rubbing his eyes, bloodshot and tired from the day spent running around, but too drowned in worry to rest. A twitchy Opportunist was wide awake, the bags under his eyes made it apparent he had also failed to find sleep. He was still twiddling his fingers away with hiked shoulders. Both sat against one of the couches in the lounge, where the others were strewn about, snoring away their sleepiness.
“Got knots in your neck?” Hero mumbled out, unconsciously pressing into the sore spots on his back, sighing with minor relief.
Opportunist jumped, ears pinned as he looked up at Hero. He was uncharacteristically anxious, or at least being more obvious about it, less able to put on his mask when wrung so thin.
“I- well yes, but no. That’s not why I’m so…”
“Tense?” Hero provided.
Opportunist sighed, “Yes, tense.”
“What’s up then? You can be honest with me.” For once, the bitter part of Hero’s mind thought. He waved it away.
“Oh! Well um-“ Opportunist looked back and forth, as if waiting for something to pounce on him. “I may have… kept something from everyone.”
Hero squinted, trying to see more than just the blurry shape of his fellow bird folk through his groggy vision. “Go on.”
Opportunist pursed his lip, looking nearly as jumpy as Paranoid, a far cry from his relaxed form. “Look I wanted to tell you guys, but Hunted caught me every time he left his room and glared so harshly I near convinced myself that beastly form of the princess was in front of me, it was like-“
“Hey, calm down!” Hero scooted forward, placing a reassuring hand on Opportunist’s shoulder. “She went with Quiet, remember? Now what’s this about Hunted?”
Opportunist forced himself to breathe in, Hero wondered if this is how he prepared himself to put his false act on. “You remember how Hunted said he was going to sleep most of the cold away?”
“Mmhm. What about it?”
“Well earlier today he started a rampage in the lounge, I asked him what he was looking for and he didn’t respond. I was about to go grab Stubborn or Smitten or maybe even you! To, you know, wrangle the guy under control. Obviously something was up and he wasn’t making a peep! Plus, I wasn’t really one for him tearing apart all of our furniture. However, I didn’t get the chance to before he lifts up the couch, and what do you know, there behind it is Paranoid!”
Hero blinks, brows slowly furrowing. “Say that again?”
“Paranoid was hiding behind the couch, from Hunted himself it seemed. Hunted throws the poor guy over his shoulder and scurries out of lounge, sending me the most chilling look when I tried to intervene.”
Hero blinks, slowly, vision clouding with red.
“But that’s not all! I go in his room to see what’s up, and Hunted’s… uh… nest thing, has two of the guys in it. I didn’t get to see all of their body behind his wings, and he basically pushes me out with his voice alone, but I think it’s them! I just uh- uh…” Opportunist slowly shrank under Hero’s gaze, never before, not even at the Narrator, had Hero been so vexed.
“Why didn’t you say anything?!” The sheer pointlessness of their search crashed onto him like the weight of a thousand bricks. All of the concern and confusion and cursing could’ve been so easily avoided if Opportunist had just said something, but the one time he doesn’t run his mouth is when-!
“Hey- hey! Look- I thought he’d go all creature like and start- well I don’t know, doing whatever creatures do. Like hissing or climbing on the ceiling!”
Hero resisted the urge to bury his fist in the frazzled bird’s beak and instead took a sharp breath. “You know what, no. I’m not going to be mad at you. I’m angry at you often enough as it is, I need to channel this newfound rage at the real problem here.”
Opportunist flinched as Hero stood up, before scrambling to his feet. “Yes! Do that! I’ll even come with you. I’m good at picking locks you see.” Hero didn’t even question it.
And all of that led to now. They came to Hunted’s door, Opportunist got on one of his knees and stuck a clawed talon into the keyhole. The second Opportunist was done, Hero burst through the door, glaring holes into the puffed up form of- “Hunted!”
The avian shot to his feet, his ire fixated on Hero’s. From the mound of what looked like randomly placed pillows and blankets out popped the heads of Paranoid and Broken. Hero couldn’t prevent the small wave of relief that hit him; after searching for hours and hours and assuming the worst, seeing the two alright made it feel like he could finally breathe again. They looked well preened, a sight Hero thought he’d never see on the two, yet somehow they looked more tired than Hero was. Paranoid squinted through the darkness and dazedly looked upon Hero and Opportunist.
“Guys…? That you?” He slurred, looking like he was about to fall over immediately after he sat up. Broken wasn’t fairing much better, his blinks slow and fluttering.
Hero turned his gaze back to the prickly, instinctual bird, who looked near ready to pounce.
“We’ve been worried sick looking for Paranoid and Broken for the past day and a half, only to learn from this one-!” he pointed and accusing finger at Opportunist, who let out a timid “Eheh, hey…”, at the attention, “-you’ve had them holed up in here!”
“Day and a half…?” Broken croaked out, voice layered in sleep.
“It can’t have been that long… right? All I remember is being led to and from the bathroom, like a… a royal and his guard.” Paranoid provides, trying and failing to rub the drowsiness from his eyes.
“I remember Hunted bringing us food, but it’s all vague and fuzzy.” Broken adds, running a hand through the feathers on his head, letting out a deep hum of surprise when he found them soft and straightened out.
The hell was wrong with them? “You’ve turned their brains to mush,” Hero gawked, turning to Hunted once more, “you little shit.”
“It’s called hibernation and it’s perfectly natural.” Hunted proclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Hero.
“Don’t try me right now, I’m utterly livid over being worried for nothing.” Hero returned the pointing gesture.
“Okay! While you two argue this out, I’ll go grab the others to help solve this, yeah?” Opportunist says, clapping his hands together. “We’re all agreeing I’m being incredibly useful right now, hah… right?”
No one answers him.
“Right, right…” Opportunist sucks in a breath, “I’ll be back.”
—
It took the combined strength of Stubborn, Smitten, and Contrarian to hold Hunted down. He had stopped thrashing at some point, but Hero could still hear the foam hissing out of his mouth as he laid prone on the soft lounge carpet they had to drag him onto.
“What’s wrong with you two? None of us got a full eight hours and yet you’re the only ones that can barely keep their eyes open.” Skeptic prods, staring with obvious concern at the two other voices, who had to be held up by Cold and Cheated so they wouldn’t fall over.
“It’s ironic, isn’t it? Usually yours is out seeking attention in the dead of night.” Cold says in a wispy voice, looking at Cheated and Broken. “And this one is too fearful to get any sleep.” He continues, looking down at Paranoid, who was mostly limp in his grasp.
“It’s coming back to me now, slowly. Still I can’t remember why… why we were in there.” Paranoid speaks out, struggling to stand to his full height. Cold eventually adjusted his grip to where Paranoid couldn’t move as easily, so he’d stop squirming.
“He wanted us to hibernate with him I think.” Broken mumbles, not even trying to stand, instead allowing Cheated to hold him however he pleased.
“Hibernate? I thought birds didn’t do that?” Cheated’s ears pin to the back of his head as he pulls Broken further up, inching himself and the dozing avian slightly away from Hunted, despite his less than mobile state.
“They don’t.” Stubborn grunts out.
“One species does I think, but as far as I know, birds won’t if they don’t have to. Oh give him to me Cold, you’ll hurt him like that.” Opportunist rounds the corner, taking his ponytail out. He reaches for Paranoid, who is given to him by Cold without fuss.
Skeptic snaps his fingers. “Ah, I get it. Hunted is most of our survival instinct. When winter was coming and we weren’t migrating somewhere more warm, he dug in. His instincts probably told him our weaker members couldn’t stand the cold, so he brought them to his room. If I had to guess, he’d eventually have us all in there as winter progressed.”
“But we’re not that much like wild animals, we can’t actually hibernate, right?” Contrarian said, looking at the others in the room with an unsure smile on his face.
“I’m not so sure about that. Our friends seem quite out of sorts.” Smitten counters, looking at the two troubled avians with a gentle, worried frown. “They’ve done nothing but sleep and yet can hardly stand!”
“Might be because hibernation isn’t truly sleep, even if it seems similar. I’d say Hunted succeeded, he somehow got them to start hibernation.” Skeptic says, putting a contemplative hand under his chin.
“How though? How is that possible?” Hero says, looking at the two main subjects of their conversation.
Skeptic shrugged. “Beats me, you’ll have to ask him, and he doesn’t seem up for a nice chat at the moment.” He jutted a thumb in Hunted’s direction, the feral bird was still growling beneath the dog pile holding him down.
“Huh, didn’t know he could make that noise. How agitated do you think he’ll get if we tease him with his charges?” Cold remarks, reaching over and plucking a feather from Broken, making him let out a surprised chirp that transitioned into a pained keen. Hunted froze at Broken’s faint cry, before resuming his struggle with double the effort, snarling at Cold like a bear that just had its cub taken away. Smitten and Stubborn are quick to up the pressure, while Contrarian flails to quickly get Hunted’s legs back under control.
Hero pushes Cold back. “Nope, bad, bad idea. You’ve lost speaking and doing privileges this discussion.”
Cold sits down on one of the chairs. “Pity.”
“Now what?” Stubborn huffs.
“What do you mean ‘now what?’” Hero questions.
Stubborn snorts impatiently. “Exactly what I said, now what? What are we going to do with him-“ he looks down at Hunted, “-and them?” then Broken and Paranoid.
Hero brings a hand to his eyes and drags it down his face, his head was killing him, and the adrenaline from the fight with Hunted was wearing off.
“Just-! Okay. Stubborn, Smitten, and Contrarian, you three are on Hunted watch duty. Lock him in his room and don’t let him out, he’s slippery so keep your eyes peeled. Skeptic and Cheated, you two are going to try waking Paranoid and Broken up some, until they’re back to normal if you can, they can’t stay like that. Cold, warm up the house, gather more wood for the fireplace and make sure the windows are closed, we need Hunted’s instincts to calm down.”
“What about me?” Opportunist says as Paranoid is passed off once more, this time to Skeptic.
“Me and you haven’t slept, so we’re going the fuck to bed.” Hero finishes, whipping around and trudging to his room. He’ll tell Opportunist and Hunted off later, right now, he needed some shut eye.
#slay the princess#stp the voices#voice of the hero#voice of the opportunist#voice of the hunted#voice of the paranoid#voice of the broken#writing#I’m not tagging all the voices I used#because I used all of them
70 notes
·
View notes
Text
Small fluffy Obey Me Headcanons
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Simeon, Solomon, Diavolo and Barbatos
CW: A bit angsty in each person's parts, nothing too severe, relationships are kept neutral.
Authors Note: I believe I've seen a few of these prior and just absorbed them without realizing- also me projecting onto the brothers.
Under a cut due to post length.
Lucifer
He has dyscalclia, and struggles when it comes to doing math and looking at numbers. He's too prideful to admit it though. It's why paperwork and work tends to take him so long- causing work to pile up.
After the fall, Lucifer would find himself wandering the halls, and would sneak into his brothers rooms to make sure they were okay. He'd been caught multiple times by Levi, and learned to be quite good at playing Mario (or the Devildom equivalent) games because of it
Lucifer has another credit card entirely and purposely adds money for Mammon to spend, especially if he thought he was being to harsh on Mammon.
He prefers to be dressed entirely, because clothes cover the scars from where his angel wings used to be.
Mammon
He's way smarter than he lets on, he just knows his brothers have incredibly difficult lives and he wants to take any pressure that he can off of them- even if it makes him the butt of their jokes.
He's incredibly skilled at math, engineering and fixing things- he was quite focused on cars and racing for a while (especially since gambling on them make quite a profit).
Mammon may be greedy, but he often buys small gifts for his brothers and manages to sneak it to them.
Mammon traces over his pact marks when he gets nervous, it helps to ground him if he begins to panic.
Leviathan
Levi's obsession and love for Ruri-chan came from a place of self hatred after becoming a demon.
Levi used to have a mini tub for Henry to swim in as well, but changed it to having a tank so he could fall asleep watching Henry swim around.
Being the Navy's general makes the ocean incredibly calming for him, he will come by Devildoms rivers and oceans and just stare at them at times to relax.
Levi absolutely buys double of almost every manga or anime in case his brothers want to watch it- and he has certain ones saved his brothers in the hope they ask.
Satan
When learning about human culture before the exchange program, he became oddly obsessed with late 2000 Disney movies and would binge watch them when he had the time.
Satan will find synopsis' of Levi's animes and would write fanfictions of them- especially if Levi complained about the ending or way something was done.
Although Satan did have a majority of his Wrath directed towards Lucifer, he was the first and only one of his brothers to learn about his dyscalclia, and has sworn to secrecy about it to protect his brothers pride.
Satan was (and is) a D&D nerd, and has false books full of dice sets for "emergency sessions".
Asmo
After the fall, they got weirdly obsessed with clouds and the sky, and would find places to just watch their beauty, his go to with any partner is to compare them to the beauty of the night sky.
A really good big brother to the twins, used to buy pillows that were "in style" for the twins - ended up getting Belphie the cow print pillow he always has before he was banished.
Every so often they mentally fight to not get piercings. They want some- namely a nose piercing, but don't want to "run the risk of tarnishing their perfect face" if it didn't turn out right.
Asmo has a strange ability to tell what size someone's clothes are- and always manages to get matching sets that fit someone perfectly.
Beelzebub
Beel has super good rhythm, and plays music surprisingly well- especially on the drums!
Beel got into sports to physically tire him out after the long days- it eases his nightmares to tire himself out to such an extent.
He's incredibly comfortable to lay on, there's been quite a few times that Belphie comes over and flops against him to nap.
Once had a comment on his Devilgram selfie that said "Beelzeboobies" and he's so confused as to what the commenter meant by it.
Belphagor
He got oddly obsessed with musicals, especially since it gives him inspiration for dreams. He's particularly fond of Heathers.
Love language is choking plushie buying, especially if he knows it's something his partner cuddles up to.
He sleeps during class but somehow passes almost perfectly.
If he somehow struggles with sleeping, he goes to Satan to listen to him read.
Simeon
Simeon makes it a mission to better understand technology and makes gifts for those who help him.
Simeon grew a slight obsession with humanity after and during the exchange program- often finding himself wishing he would've joined the brothers in the Celestial War.
Simeon holds study sessions with Luke and often invites Barbatos and Diavolo to talk over tea and sweets.
Solomon
Absolutely covered in markings from his pacts, they travel from his neck to his ankles- and when he starts trying to concentrate he traces over the ones that travel down his arms.
He developed multiple relationships in the Human world, but grew to cherish friendships over romantic relationships.
Has a large collection of Grandpa slippers.
Diavolo
Loves sharing his clothes, especially because he likes seeing how his friends (and partners) look in more royal suited clothes- and likes seeing how his clothes swallow them up.
He grows incredibly attached fast- especially given that his only friends were not usually friends with him of their free will.
He finds sitting on the castles' roof and staring up at the sky relaxing- it makes him feel like every other demon and shortly lifts the weight of being the future king off his shoulders.
Barbatos
Listens to music when cleaning the palace but refuses to tell anyone what's on his playlists.
Accidentally set Diavolo on a rampage by giving him pickles- insures that pickles are banned in the castle from that point forward.
Once managed to pin Satan during a wrathful episode- every one agreed to never talk about it, himself included.
#Obey Me#obey me fluff#om! headcanons#obey me headcanons#Lucifer headcanons#Mammon headcanons#Leviathan headcanons#Satan headcanons#Asmodeus headcanons#Beelzebub headcanons#Belphagor headcanons#Simeon headcanons#Solomon headcanons#Diavolo headcanons#Barbatos headcanons
180 notes
·
View notes
Note
tiiiiiiiime ago we talked about eddie finally graduating and not having much money, therefore not having anything nice to wear for the ceremony and he pretends not to care bc fuck school but steve knows that he really does care and takes it upon himself to finally spend the money he’s been saving up on buying eddie something to wear for graduation and giving it to him as a surprise the night before. so u should write that and u should make me cry. thank u. (bonus points if this is pre them actually getting together bc that’ll make me cry even more)
Eddie rests his hips back against the porch railing, crossing his arms over his chest and hoping to shit he looks cool doing it. Wishes he had his leather jacket, but it’s fucking June and that thing has been put all the way through “cool” and right into “post-apocalyptic.”
He’s kept it, though. Because it’s one of the few things he has that are really his– most of his clothes were casualties of half his fucking house getting ripped through an evil alternate universe. What he’s got now is a loose assembly of things that have been borrowed, or picked up from bins at the high school, or foisted on him by some teenager. He’s never worn so many shades of pastel in his life, and he’s pretty sure they’re giving him actual hives.
Anyway. He doesn’t feel cool. In this borrowed shirt with stripes and the kind of collar he’d never fucking choose to wear, standing in front of Steve Harrington. King of Cool. Who wears everything that's ever touched his body like it was meant to be there. Even, most memorably, most frustratingly, most deliciously, Eddie’s own battle vest. Steve gave it back to him, but swear to god Eddie doesn’t think it even fits him anymore. Like it had permanently and lovingly reshaped itself around Steve’s back and shoulders.
Eddie kind of gets it.
“I’ll let you get back to your party in a second,” Steve is saying, while Eddie tries not to look too obviously at his back and shoulders. “I just wanted to, you know. Give you something.”
That brings Eddie back to Earth. “You didn’t have to do that,” he mutters, ducking his head and hoping Steve can’t see anything as mortifying as a blush.
“Hey, you only graduate from high school once,” Steve says with a grin, stepping close to knock his elbow against Eddie’s. And then steps back again, sorrow of sorrows.
“Well, that’s what they say about senior year too, and look what happened,” Eddie says. And steps close to knock his elbow against Steve’s in return, because he can’t help himself. But then also steps back, because he’s actually trying to.
“Right, fine, so if you have another graduation, I’m not getting you shit for that one,” Steve huffs in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “Get over here, man.”
And he pulls a small, flat box out of his back pocket, offers it to Eddie with a grin.
Eddie makes a goofy ooh hoo hoo eager noise and rips into it with a grin. He’s not expecting–well, he doesn’t know what he was expecting. But the grin falls off his face a little, when he tosses the lid to the side and sees–
“I know you think it’s probably some like. Corporate bullshit, or whatever,” Steve is saying, suddenly at Eddie’s elbow, an unaccountably nervous quiver in his voice. “But tomorrow’s a big day, and there’s nothing wrong with something a little uh. A little special. Right?”
It’s a tie. It’s a deep burgundy tie, shiny and silky in the light of the porch. It’s dotted with small black shapes, and when Eddie brings it close to his face, trying to make it out in the dim light, he can see they’re little flowers. Like, daisies or something. Black ones.
Eddie’s throat, weirdly, closes up. And all at once he’s trying not to cry, as he slowly traces a fingertip over the soft (so soft!) weave of the tie, lifting it to wind it between his fingers.
So he doesn’t immediately register that Steve, next to him, is absolutely freaking out.
“--color could be all wrong, Wayne just said you were wearing a white button down and I thought, uh, figured that would match,” Steve is saying, when Eddie finally tunes back in. “And the flowers were just– I thought they were nice, not like, I wasn’t trying to say anything weird with it, I just kind of thought like. Black flowers, that’s funny. That’s Eddie. Not! Not like you’re funny. I mean. You are funny, but I didn’t–”
“Whoa now,” Eddie says with a laugh, somehow dares to put a hand out to rest on Steve’s shoulder. “Don’t pull a muscle there Harrington. It’s great”
“Oh,” Steve says. Grimacing, like maybe he did actually pull something. “Shit. I was worried.”
“Wow, really?” Eddie says, deadpan. “Never would have guessed.”
“Fuck you,” Steve says easily, with a small smile. Shakes his head, and steps back, away from Eddie’s touch. “So, anyway. Congratulations, Eddie. That’s all I wanted to say.”
The hand that had just been on Steve’s shoulder is cold, where it’s dropped back down to his side. And the one with the tie wrapped around it feels like the fabric is warming in his hand, picking up his heartbeat.
“I don’t, uh,” Eddie clears his throat. “I’ve never tied one of these before. Can you show me?” And then he has to take a second to reflect on how, wow. He’s fucking brave huh?
Steve steps back in, looking kind of relieved, and slides the tie out of his hand. “Sure, man. No problem.”
Eddie is suddenly so very happy with this weird, loser polo shirt that used to belong to someone at least a size and a half bigger than he is. Because it’s got the kind of collar Eddie would never wear, the kind of collar Steve is currently threading a tie through. Eddie bows his head a little, so Steve can get it across the back of his neck, and also so Steve doesn’t see the way his eyes flutter closed at the brush of fingertips against his hair.
He looks up when Steve’s hands are in front of him again, Steve’s gaze intent as he starts working his way through some bizarre series of loops and knots, making tiny noises of triumph or annoyance, based on progress or setbacks that Eddie can’t really understand. But then, he’s not even remotely paying attention.
He loves to see Steve like this. Focused. Eyes on the prize. Man on a mission. But to see Steve like this, and in any way even remotely focused on Eddie? Shit, man. Fuck the tie, Steve doesn’t even know the kind of gift he’s giving him right now.
“I normally do this on myself,” Steve admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “Kind of hard from this angle. I keep thinking of how to do it like. Backwards and reverse.”
Eddie clears his throat. “I’ve been thinking about it,” he says. “And this is actually, pretty sure, the only thing I own that’s really mine.”
Steve doesn’t look at him, but his hands slow down, resting for a second high on Eddie’s chest.
“I’ve got shit from the donation bin, I’ve got hand me downs. I’ve got clothes from dead people which is, uhh. You’d think it would be kind of metal? Actually mostly it’s. Not. But this–”
He brings up his hand, presses it over both of Steve’s, and the tie beneath it. Silky and smooth, still a little cool to the touch under Steve’s warm hands.
“This is all mine,” Eddie says, quietly. “And it’s from you.”
Steve’s hands go still. And then press flat, slowly, over Eddie’s chest.
“I could,” Steve swallows, brings his eyes up at last to meet Eddie’s. “I could tie it on myself, then loosen it so you can put it on over your head.”
Eddie lifts a hand, slides it gently through Steve’s hair. “Sure,” he says distantly. “Sounds good.”
Steve’s hands tighten around the tie and reel him in. And makes an incredible noise of surprise right against Eddie’s lips, like he wasn’t the one who pulled Eddie close, who’s sliding his tongue into Eddie’s mouth, as Eddie gets both hands around that perfect denim-wrapped ass and pulls Steve in, staggering back a little against the wall.
If Eddie gets another graduation, yeah. The bar for congratulatory presents just officially got impossibly high.
299 notes
·
View notes
Note
This is made for POC readers, I didn’t wanna post this to my actual account (I have a following but I get anxiety, so here u go)
You and Steve had arrived at the (ethinicity/country name) store, you had (ethnic meal) on mind, your mom had always made it and you loved it, so you thought you’d make her recipe for it.
Steve was horrified. Why? Because he felt so out of place, everyone here looked and acted like you, and he felt as if he was a dead patch of grass in a luscious field of green. He read the english lettering on the stores front. Only to see the foreign lettering under it. He looked to his left and looked at you, brushing his hand into yours signifying he wanted you to hold it. Once you held his hand he let out a breath of relief.
Upon entering, you knew that the people in the store wouldnt agree with you, a male, dating another man, especially because he was white but you really didnt care, you were strong, and steve was a fucking monster so you didnt realy mind the stares. you made your way down the aisles, steve staying very close to you, you really didnt know why he was acting so weird, but whatever.
You got to the fridges to grab some of the cold items and made you way to leave, but you stopped, you saw steve, looking puzzled as ever, staring at a packet of rice, the packet had a picture of the rice in an example meal, and was in (language).
“y/n…”
“yes stevie”
“this is rice right? or does that whole meal come in the packet?” he asked, it took you a minute to decide if he was joking around or if he was being serious but after a couple of seconds of steve staring at you and waiting for a response. you responded
“no baby, its just the rice, the meal youre looking at is like an example to show how you can enjoy the rice.”
it was common for your (ethincity)’s packaging to have example meals on them
steve nodded and continued walking through the store with you. You answered his questions, and kept note of the cute stares of confusion he had when looking at some items. Eventually you made it to the sweets isle, just as a little treat for the both of you. Steve’s eyes lit up at the sight of sweet delights on the packs in the aisle, he could see some chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry flavored things, you could see he wanted to get something, so you said
“here, pick something you think youd like and ill let you know if we should try it”
“aw have you tried all of these?”
“most of them yes, but there are some i havent tried”
“well… what about this one?”
steve pointed at a (sweet) packet, it had (ingredients) and looked really good, there was even a little kid in the picture on the packet smiling with it in their hand
“oh ive actually never tried this? yeah we should get it, it looks nice”
you got one packet to split in the car and you both made your way to the registers, you exchanged days with the cashier, smiling at them once you departed from the line, appreciating the comment said in (your language) about how much of a good catch you got with steve (you knew that)
“what did they say?
“oh they said (repeat what cashier said), which means “you did good with him, congrats” you smiled, which caused steve to also smile
“wait babe why were you acting so weird, like you were nervous to be in the store?”
“well, i felt out of place… heh, like when does some random white boy walk in there looking for things to buy, and also i was scared to see if people were going to look at us weirdly”
“babe… id kill them ‘a’… and ‘b’, youd squash them all, plus… you have me, dont feel like youre out of place when you enter a (ethnicity/country/race) store… and we need to do this again it was so cute seeing you confused and curious”
steve smiled in embarassment and went to open the sweet. as he opened it you both saw the (coating) start to appear in the packaging
you gasped and said
“ohhhh! i would always see (relative) eat this back home! we have to try it baby”
steve nodded and split the sweet in two, handing you one
“okay, 3… 2… 1…” steve counted down as you both tried it at the same time, steves eyes went wide for a second, it was definently different from american sweets, much richer, and it was so good, he looked at you and he saw you had a smile on your face as you chewed
“it reminds me of home” you smiled, steve smiled back as he looked at the rest of the sweets in the packet,
“you wanna eat the rest of these and then go home?” steve asked, you nodded and you both ate the sweets in harmony and eventually made your way back home
You couldnt wait to see steves reaction to the meal you were about to make for dinner tonight
I love it! I can already imagine Steve’s confused face.
#x male reader#male reader#male reader insert#male reader imagine#chris evans#chris evans x male reader#chris evans imagine#steve rogers x male reader#steve rogers x male reader smut#steve rogers#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers x reader#avengers x male reader#avengers x reader
137 notes
·
View notes
Note
Thank you! That helped sort out some of the pieces. I just keep going round & round in my head and then I'll read some new post with some new insight & it's great but also terrible because it's all making me crazy because I have no idea what's going to happen. There's so much potential for growth and like a really good storyline for both Buck & Eddie individually which could lead to a really good Buddie canon storyline but there's also, like, so much potential for that to not happen, too, you know?
And while I like Tommy & am interested to see BuckTommy play out more, I do ultimately still want Buddie. So I keep fluctuating between nervous excitement & nervous anxiety. (And feeling weirdly guilty about it all but that's whatever).
So, thanks for helping me feel less crazy & more validated. I appreciate it! Your insights are always more grounded and thoughtful.
Here's the thing, I don't care about Tommy, call me boring, yell at me for monoshipping, but this is a buddie only household, so for me Tommy is there and considering the way the show treats love interest for both Buck and Eddie, I have very low expectations, I don't know enough about him to care and I don't like some aspects that I will not discuss here, so he's there, so I'm trying to stay objective about the way he's gonna be treated. I'm also making my peace with the fact that there's a real chance the show is gonna fumble both bucktommy and buddie. There's a chance bucktommy will accomplish nothing besides making Buck make out with a guy and that they will address nothing that's wrong with buddie and just magically get them together towards the end. Because the show has not addressed big issues in the past, like all the work madney put into getting back together happened off screen. Sometimes you just gotta go the pessimistic route. This storyline has a lot of potential, but I'm not sure I trust the show to follow through with it in the most satisfying way possible, so I'm keeping my feet on the ground and enjoying the fact that Buck is bi. But I'm happy to provide a different perspective. Unless it's on something I really don't wanna talk about, because I've been getting a few asks that get me all "yeah I don't wanna go there" but I will try to help if I can.
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
I'm done with the video! And wowie, do I have questions!
Spoilers!!
• 1. Eddie's shifting from puppet to cartoon
The secret video was odd, to say the least. One part [or two] of the video was Eddie sitting in the post office building and wrapping gifts while being confused and maybe worried about not receiving phone calls from his fellow neighbor but in the second part Eddie was angry and was throwing things around since he was upset that 'nobody told him anything' or something along those lines. He decided to go for a walk at the end of part two. In part three of Eddie's adventure he meets Sally on top of a Christmas waiting for him and she ushes him to join her at Wally's house [Home]. Once he gets there he got greeted, sat down on an 'open seat' [Wally's chair] and was 'a'okay'. But the video started getting spooky and home was looking down at him like it was upset, or so I think. Maybe Home got upset with Eddie for not being there on time? Or maybe it was something else...
The shots between realistic and cartoon while the chatter of the neighbors and music played in the background were super scary! I really liked it. Also, the shots of Eddie's puppet hand tapping his fingers on and gripping the arm of the chair was frightening as well. Why did it keep switching from his nervous cartoon face to his puppet hand? Am I missing something?
• 2. The secret website
I'm a bit confused about the secret website too. Who is W? At first I thought it was Wally but then again, why would Wally need to make a site? The person is someone real as well since they have a home and know about the site, plus, they tinkered around with the welcome home phone toy which means they might be a founder of the website. Also, they have access to a commercial or a video of some sort that the spooky Eddie Sega is seen on so maybe, maybe they really are a fellow founder! But I don't know, maybe this is me theorizing to the moon and not coming back but I might be onto something!
• The narrators
So the puppets might know about the real world, yes? Sally has mentioned 'everyone at home' a time before. Or maybe the narrators are neighbors themselves? But they don't have a house... I don't know! I think I'm going crazy...
• The 'Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours!' storybook recording
It was normal, very wholesome, and funny in the beginning! But by the time Sally told a story it got actually spooky. She starts by asking her fellow neighbors why they stay in every night, they give their answers and she gets confuzzled by them in a silly, fun way! But I digress, she tells a story about the rumor spreading around that the neighborhood has 'nightly visitors'. She talks about something deep within the forest, and far beyond the hills and mountains that's always hungry. She gets weirdly serious about hearing it every night and how the other neighbors could too if they're by their window and quiet enough. She's very specific about what it does and how it sounds but maybe that's just me! :3
ANYWAYS THATS ALL MY QUESTIONS!! THANKS FOR READING >_<
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Don’t want to forget the elaborately comical dream I had just now so I’m making it a post even if that’s one of the least popular kinds of posts:
Swam with someone in a dark murky river to get to a little “island,” not even ten feet of swimming and the island was barely bigger than that, but we discussed how the river allegedly had a monster in it.
We never believed it was a monster, but a thin grey ridge was sticking out of the water and circling us, which we just took to be the back of a whole ass sperm whale. It made me a little nervous even though we took it to be “sweet and gentle.”
But, just then, I could see a pink river dolphin in the water, which was amazing. As I got my phone out to film it, it kept popping its head out of the water to snap at me and I realized it was actually a pink Icthyosaur.
I still didn’t think this was a cryptid encounter, in the dream this was only usual because these animals aren’t supposed to live in Oregon.
But then it very suddenly walked onto land and I realized this was a dangerous situation.
Me and the other person (whose identity kept changing) ran up some concrete stairs that were suddenly on the island, but up the stairs? HIPPOS. The most dangerous animal in the world.
As the icthyosaur began to figure out what stairs were we basically slipped down through the stairs to hang off the concrete lattice supporting them, just out of reach of any animals.
We felt stuck until I remembered I could call 911 by swallowing a pill. I took the 911 pill and heard the call run through my head. Unfortunately it turned out to be the 911 dispatch for my old hometown, but they said they’d send someone anyway - it would just take more than a day or two for them to travel that far. This was very understandable to me and I was very sorry for being such a bother, calling from another state like that.
Suddenly it was night time however and all the animals were asleep. We climbed back to the ground, and were no longer on an island but inside a tremendous building, which I also thought was normal. It was night time now, after all.
There were lots of different doors and different kinds of walls and I knew this place was kind of the inspiration for my webcomics, but not as interesting as my webcomics; it wouldn’t have any silly monsters or anything, just facsimiles of real world things. I figured we could hide from the animals in one of the rooms so long as nothing dangerous was in it.
The room we chose opened into a beautifully high-tech looking kitchen with blue LED readouts on everything, even the cabinets, which seemed like a great place to hang out! But I foolishly walked further through and found what appeared to be the rest of an extravagant modern house, and someone was coming in through the front door. I knew that either I had stepped into someone’s actual home by mistake or I had just triggered an “event” I’d be unable to stop.
I knew it was the latter when the man on the other side of the door just kept saying the same word: “GARDEN????? GARDEN?????????” so I realized he was just one of the fake human entities of this unreality. He popped his head in and I pushed it back outside, only to find that the locks on the door didn’t function. I wasn’t too scared of him but I did worry he could be dangerous or at least bothersome.
I peeked out the window and saw that, rather than an outdoor area, the other side of the door looked like the inside of a large, white, sunlit tent set up as a cell phone store. For some reason I tried flipping off the “GARDEN???” man wondering if that would deter him, but he kept trying to come inside.
I decided to leave but remembered the icthyosaur and the hippos, so I went further into the house, only to step into a huge department store full of shoppers. I worried these might also be hostile so I raised a hand to say “hi” to a passing woman. She had no idea what that gesture was and weirdly put her hand to mine, squinting to understand. This was awkward and I didn’t want this human-mimic entity to feel bad (it could set them off into hostile mode!!!) so I turned it into a high five.
She still didn’t know what that was and I worried again this would trigger a possibly dangerous response in the dream people, so I did what I somehow knew would work to keep them friendly: I acted like I was one of them who had brought the concept of the high five back from an exotic vacation, and ran around teaching them high fives in a dramatic musical sequence. I can’t remember the song but it was very similar to “Jump in the Line” from the end of Beetlejuice.
They were all having a great time! But then the “GARDEN???” man showed up still running straight for me and saying “GARDEN???? GARDEN??????”
I didn’t know if he was going to try to harm me, so I kept “in character” and made a big show of rolling my eyes and shaking my head, looking at everyone else like I was looking into the camera on a sitcom. Ridiculous of garden man to not do the high five song!!! All the other dream people followed my lead and kept up with the song, getting in his way or distracting him. I was a little relieved that their response wasn’t to rip him apart or something. You never know with these things and it’s not like he’d done anything wrong yet.
I realized I was starting to wake up from a dream and felt proud of myself for gaming its system so well. It still didn’t occur to me that this made any of the prior events fake, and I already had it in mind to tell Tumblr all about the fun day I just had with the icthyosaur, so I hope you like this story for the sake of my idiot dream-avatar’s feelings.
274 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Michie Playlist
Happy Valenties Yall. You may have seen my post about making a Michie Playlist. This is my review of songs already on it, originating from @wildrottingworms michie playlist. Barring Granger Danger (because they told me to) and adding another song, because it fits with another.
Here's the playlist on youtube if you want to follow along, and here it is on Spotify.
Nerdy Prudes Must Die: This is, for me, just on there for the sake that it is literally the song they share. That is the only reason it's on here. Also why it's the first song on here.
Take Me Back: This, however, I have no idea why it's on here! Nevermind, secret relationship michie; I'm an idiot. Okay, yeah, I think I can see it. Especially with them having regrets about keeping it a secret. Like, I'm listening to Tom's verse right now and it's like "oh, Max,, maybe you should've just openly loved Richie back thennn." Becky's verse now, okay. I see it a little less. I like the idea of 'i remember something someone asked me back in school,' being Max saying something like "if we could, would you go to prom with me," because of the following line; I think that's cute. Weirdly enough, I think this'll stay.
First Date/Last Night: Yes, I love this for them. Very cute, very nice. Derek Klena's character for max; perfect.
Blast From the Past: So, uh. I skipped this at first. Because I did not like it. This is the last song of these I've listened to because I am/was putting it off. But here we go i guess.
Okay, it's not that bad. It kind of reminds me of Will Wood. But it also makes me realise that the musical Zombie Prom isn't the same as the Wizards of Waverly Place Episode, it seems to be about a single zombie who goes to prom. Which I guess makes sense. I'm keeping it, but it's like. That's all I got from it mostly.
Stupid With Love: So I technically added it, because the reprise was on it, I think it's a little silly to have on here, because I don't think Cady is much like Richie, but I think I'm keeping it for purely after (s)he meets Aron. Like, I've literally put that quote where Cady is essentially fantasising about him in tags about Richie and Max; feels wrong to not include it.
Stupid With Love Reprise: So, listening to it makes me nervous because I haven't actually watched all o Mean Girls the Musical, but it's fine. We're gonna do it anyway. Oh, wait, there's a BMC animatic of this, I've seen this, I'm stupid. Okay.
I see why the og put it on here. It is very cute, I love it. I don't know enough about factorials to know if that's actually what you're supposed to do with them, and if it's not then it's hilarious. If it is, then it's like... well, I guess PJ did a good job tutoring Max.
Be Nice To Me: I like this song generally speaking, I never thought of it for Max and Richie, but I'm kind of into it. Like, I might do song fics with some of the songs from this playlist, and this is definitely a high high contender.
Two Birds: Thanks og, you mother fucker. I'm sad now. Luckily, I've already thought of them during this song so I can just skip it.... unluckily, it's already started playing and I can't turn it off now. Thems the rules.
Sex with a Ghost: I don't know why this is on there. It's obviously more of a Jagertity song, but I'm still going to listen to it with their context to see if I can figure it out. Okay, listening. I don't get it. I'll probably keep it because it fucking slaps, but i do not understand why it's on a michie playlist. The only thing I could see is like. 'The only time I ever see her is when she's behind me in the mirror," Because Richie dies in the locker room. But I dunno.
Daft Pretty Boys: I've never heard this song before, so. Right off the bat though, I'm dissapointed that it's not gay. The title makes it sound so gay, but immediately with the she/her pronouns. Maybe I should pull up the Genius Analysis so I can understand better, because I'm just confused.
Okay, after checking Genius, I think I understand. I will be keeping it.
Beachboy: Another song I've listened to before, I'm excited to listen to it under Michie context. Like, I could type the lyrics along if I wanted to, I love this song. Yes, this is amazing. Aside from the fact that it's, again, straight, it's absolutely great.
Bloom: We begin the ones where I'm going to have to look up the english translations to these songs. Which I'm fine with, I've listened to all the BSD character songs. It's actually pretty fun to follow along, which is why I'm linking english translations through te name titles, which is why some of the have underlines and others don't. Anyway. HEY SORRY TO BUT IN! APPARENTLY THIS WAS IN SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF! I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM! ANYWAY BACK TO IT! Okay, upon reading the lyrics, I will say, it makes perfect sense that it was written for Scott Pilgrim, also that I rememer hearing it and taking note of what it was called because I liked it.
Basically, on a surface level, it's like 'id like you no matter how many times you change your hair' but I think beneath that, as an overthinker, it's about loving someone even as they're going through changes in their life.
Necromantic: As much as it hurts to face the reality, I am glad that there are some songs on here that represent a realistic relationship for them, and this is definitely one of them. I think I would do a poor job on describing it, just look up the lyrics, you'll see.
Sihouette: Okay, reading the lyrics was a little harder bc I'm listening at home, and my family just got back home from Astronomy Club, so just bare with me. I think it's good, I think we'll be keeping it; I like it I think.
Kuchizuke Diamond: Oh I immediately love the vibes of this. I like this song so much for them that I didn't follow along with the lyrics, I read ahead; I love this. It's so cute for them.
Kawaikute gomen: I'm back and forth whether this applies to them, but it's funny enough that I don't even care. Like Stupid With Love and such. I definitely feel it for them, I just can't explain why.
Zenzenzense: This reminds me of Sonic. Not a bad thing, just a thing. I definitely love this song. It's "Now that we've finally met at galaxies' end, i don't know how to hold your hand so that I don't break it" that got me.
Nandemonaiya: Okay yeah. This got me at Verse 1
Kick Back: Oh my, I'm like flustered reading this. Definitely keeping it for them. Works for whichever pov imo.
Death By Glamour: I do not know why this is here, but as an undertale fan, I'm lowkey here for tho.
Uwa!! So Temperate: Again, I don't know why this is here. But it's like 45 seconds, it's whatever.
Murder On The Dancefloor
You & I: Any song from Bare is gonna make me sad, so I might take them off purely for that reason. But I need someone to cosplay Max with me so we can do a long form tiktok to this song. I'm willing to be Max, actually, yeah.
Best Kept Secret: Any song from Bare is gonna make me sad, so I might take them off purely for that reason. But I need someone to cosplay Max with me so we can do a long form tiktok to this song. I'm willing to be Max, actually, yeah.
This is where the song diverges into songs I've added! To continue, go to the post explaining why I've added those songs! To skip those songs, go to the post about songs that were suggested!
#starkid#nerdy prudes must die#richie lipschitz#max jagerman#michie#hatchetfield#the michie playlist#the playlist series
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Titans: Season 4 - Ep11 - Thoughts
I have finally watched the episode. My God, my day at work was agonizing; I looked at tumblr and saw gifs and posts and was like screaming cos I wanted to watch it.
Anyway, since I've just freshly finished watching it, I am gonna note down some thoughts!
So... I feel weirdly mixed on this episode? As an episode it was good but as the penultimate episode? Idk... I feel kinda meh about it? I don't wanna come across as negative and the rest of this will mostly be stuff I enjoyed since I actually did enjoy the majority of it and as an episode in itself, it was good but idk... the fact the finale is all that's left, I feel like it's gonna be rushed... or the actual action is gonna be over super quick etc and loose ends won't get tied up... and I hate to say it, but I am kinda now doubting what is in store for dk fans in the finale? I would have thought this episode would have had more than it did, I gotta say. Idk... I just felt I had to say that to begin with.
Sigh, Kory continues to be and will forever be my absolute favourite. Idgaf what haters say and shit, I love Anna as Kory. I really do. She might not be like some of the versions people know Kory from but I think she brings close qualities and if anything makes this version of Kory edgier. Like, I absolutely adore her. Starfire is my absolute favourite DC character. Always has been, always will. I basically support any and all versions of my baby girl since DC doesn't spotlight her as much as they should cos she's fucking amazing.
Kory's dreaming and shit has me nervous for her. Like, we all know by now some bad shit goes down and happens to Kory. I am so dreading it. I know that she's gonna be fine from BTS stuff but like... it's still gonna hurt like a motherfucker.
Mercy was an interesting addition this season, I gotta say. I like the actress a lot since her days on Coronation Street (UK soap opera) and honestly, seeing her get choke slammed by Kory had me grinning but I like in the end she is purely like fuck it, take the documents, whatevs. Gar was also hilarious in that scene like no we don't need them all but I'm taking them ehehehehe. XD
Was... Was I missing something with May?? Like I thought she was dead when he burnt her ass up last episode? I was really confused cos she was just walking about like that didn't happen. Did she die and come back or was she never dead?? What... was that bodybag scene in the last ep real? I thought it was a dream. It was weird. I mean she dead af now and I enjoyed her as Mother Mayhem; she really had the villain oomf. Sebastian is... lacking in comparison.
In addition to that, Sebastian had potential to be scary but honestly, he comes off as a whiney mamas boy like he is grating. XD
Conner... my boy, I am always so left and right with you. I'm glad he is actually team Titans but... idk something in me still isn't trusting his ass XD. Like, I thought the bit with him and Dick in the tunnel was him tricking Dick or something but seems legit. We'll agree to like Conner and trust him... for now. XD
So, I didn't mind the Jason and Tim scenes but fuck me, wrong time. Like, I'm sorry. It felt so badly placed. We are at the penultimate episode and we're now just getting some Tim training as Robin with Jason? Nah, I was annoyed. And, they spent so many scenes on it?? Like miss me with that bs. It felt unnecessary, imo.
Another sour note, I feel like we actually could have had a lot more Kory scenes considering the episode was called Project Starfire. Like, damn. I promise, that's my only really salty thing.
Now, ahem... the dickkory scene on the balcony was cute af. It really nicely reflected the scene in S1 at the motel. But, it was too shorttt! Their sweet scenes are just... always too short for my liking which is disappointing. I'm happy for all and any scenes but jeez.
Gar and Rachel talking about wanting a change and shit, I was like are y'all gonna leave the famjam?? Cos I will not be emotionally okay if that happens. I literally just saw a certain new hero film where this was also a thing like pls CAN YOU NOT. My heart can't.
Lmao, Dick in the chamber thing when they were powering the orb thing was hilarious. Like, boy done fucked up the whole plan bc of his own anxiety for his wife. It was cute and his concern was very obvious.
Also, side note, the bit where Dick, Rachel and Gar appear where Kory is with Mercy made me giggle. Like Dick was so huffy like 'Making new friends?' and it was unusual like in this series its a real rarity that Dick is annoyed at something Kory has done like he has let her get away with literal murder whilst batting eyelashes at her. So, it was like tehe. Ya know? I'm assuming others know what I mean.
ALSO. When in the chamber thing as they got to 98% and before Dick fucked it up, did you guys notice Kory's eyes? That tiny bit where it went a bit slower and her eyes like flickered from glowing to normal? Was that something up with her powers or am I imagining shit?
I think that's mostly my thoughts. I still don't know how to feel on the episode. It didn't blow me away and I feel like with penultimate episode, I should be? I got excited in like the very last minute where he blows the horn and Kory's like 'There's only one way to end this. My way.' like bitch is dead serious and I'm scared for my girl.
I'm hoping the finale is really good buuut... I have also seen screeners really hyping it up and I'm just not trusting it. So, I think I'm gonna try and go into the finale with as less an expectation as possible to avoid crushing disappointment. I'm not gonna have any theories or anything or scenes that I would ideally like bc I think that's how you get set up for disappointment.
I'm gonna enjoy the ride and just see where the finale takes us. Weird that this time next week, Titans will be over. Sad times. :(
One upside, I'm working til 3pm next week so I am gonna try my absolute HARDEST to avoid tumblr and just not look at the tags so I remain blissfully unaware of what happens. Even if it kills me.
Each week when I am at work and a new episode of Titans comes out, I literally refresh the dc titans and dickkory tag like a thousand times to get me through the day.
Anyways! Hope others liked this episode and see y'all for the finale!
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
I accidentally stumbled upon a text document of my old journal thread from a therian forum from when I was a teen and now I'm going thru it bc I'm really curious of the signs I had headmates or repressed memories back then
-so far, I've described myself as "being able to switch personalities easily" and wondering if I was half demon or had a demon headmate all along that I didn't know about because I had multiple sides of me that felt very contradictory. I am hellhoundkin but I feel like a lot of the demonic feels I had as a teen have worn off a lot, especially since my mental health has gotten better.
it's crazy reading these old posts bc I'm like a totally different person now lmao. I rlly said "I have violent urges and it's hard to hold back from hurting ppl just to hear them scream" YOU COULDN'T EVEN HURT A FLY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUTTTT
-another thing that's kinda weird is that I was really obsessed with outer space at some point and mentioned that in my journal and mentioned questioning being stardragonkin but now it's like ?? I mean space is cool but it's nowhere near one of my main interests. I'm more of a fantasy person than a scifi person. naturey shit is wayyyy cooler than stars sorry.
-post about feeling sick for no reason like not having a cold or anything and being unable to eat but I thought it was species dysphoria??
-post complaining that I "don't feel like myself lately". depression or headmate??
-previously talked about feeling hellhound shifts that feel different from normal and kind of having a weird change in mindset. then in this post I mention I have a hellhound headmate named xarashi. that's them!!! that's the hellhound I "shifted" into!! also happy bc I fully forgot their name and it's been killing me that I didn't remember their name and just referred to them as "the hellhound headmate I had as a teenager". I wonder if they're still around but I feel like if I ask I would get an answer just bc I asked, does that make sense?? like I'm afraid my brain is making shit up but also, they were 100% a headmate at one point so it's not crazy to think they could still be there somewhere.
-also mentioned eshari who was a little demon girl headmate I had for a short time who was weirdly malicious. I distinctly remember like having a fight or something triggering me really badly with my internet friend and I just started feeling entirely emotionless and dissociatey and responded to my friend in ways I would not normally. and later I realized that was a headmate and tried talking to her. I genuinely thought she was an evil demon or something but I'm pretty sure she was a persecutor?? girl I'm so sorry I was so fucking dumb. anyway the lore goes that xarashi chased off eshari and kind of replaced her.
-not related to the general post idea here ig I'm just giving a live reaction at this point but I got to the point where I posted about meeting my ex abuser irl when we were dating and I said "I've never been that nervous in my life" "he kept hugging and petting me, it made me a bit uncomfortable bc I'm not used to him, but I liked it!" BITCH YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF BECAUSE HE LOVEBOMBED YOU AND YOU SO DESPERATELY WANT TO BE LOVED AND FEEL USEFUL YOU WILL CONVINCE YOURSELF YOU'RE OKAY WITH UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATIONS!!! STOP!!!!!!
literally the next post I made was the announcement of our breakup LMAO
also I still wonder if he reminded me of my CSA abuser bc I was literally IMMEDIATELY wildly uncomfortable when I saw him for the first time irl and I've always kinda been uncomfortable around men with his body type, like kinda big and masculine and with facial hair. I could not date someone who looks like that and I swear it has nothing to do with attractiveness like I'm demiro I do not give a fuck if someone isn't the standard of attraction but I can't date someone too big and masculine bc they scare me?? I'm so thankful my partner is the same height as me and skinny and always shaves. I mean he's cute with facial hair at least, not like overly masculine.
-mentioned always having been closed off to my parents, not telling them that I wished I was a dog (in an otherkin way before I found the community online) or that I "didn't want to go to heaven". why was I such a weird ass kid lmao I remember I wanted to go to hell purely so that I could fight the devil myself and bc "heaven seems boring" ?? why did 7 year old me have like a self sacrifice complex or smth idk like I was OBSESSED with the idea of me going thru pain for other ppl even as a very young child. I have nooo clue if that could be SA related but it is certainly Odd
-mentioned being able to do a really good impression of karkat from homestuck (according to my friends) and wanting to cosplay him. I sorta wondered at the time if I had a karkat headmate bc I could like Become him really easily it was weird. and he has like the complete opposite personality of me.
-mentioned dissociation like. many times throughout the entire journal
that's all but I may do similar posts with some other stuff I can find online from my past bc I need to psychoanalyze myself and search for every little sign that something was Wrong that I didn't notice at the time. the internet being forever is a good thing for me rn because I threw out every single physical journal I had which makes me so sad bc I would've lovedddd to read my old cringey journals, not just to search for trauma signs but also for entertainment purposes </3
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Because I am looking forward to the new season and much of my dash is excited too, fair warning that my following thought can be seen as negative, so I'll tag accordingly.
Ready? Ok.
So I saw a spoiler that the sperm donor storyline is going to make some kind of appearance in season 7. If you've been around since last year when season 6 was airing, you'll know that I wasn't really a fan of that storyline. I know it worked for some, but I'm just not and still am not part of that crowd. I think the idea of it is fine and interesting, but I felt how it was handled was messy.
A part of me is genuinely (not in a pessimistic way) curious why and how this story aspect will come up. Buck only ever talked to Hen, in any kind of depth, about donating his sperm but no one else, which I found really odd. Chimney, Maddie, Bobby and even Eddie would have all been very logical people for Buck to talk to, but we got nothing. Then again it's not surprising since the characters were weirdly kept separate a lot in season 6, but anyway.
With zero knowledge of how, when, and in what capacity this aspect will even come up, right now I just have a few initial thoughts:
- Will Buck actually talk to someone about his thoughts, whatever they are at this point, and talk to someone that makes sense? Thus, Hen again or Maddie or Chimney or Bobby or Eddie? Season 6 kept us out of Bucks head a lot, so I felt at least that I had to do a lot of guess work to figure out what Buck was thinking and feeling a little too often.
- If Kameron and Connor are brought back in, I definitely get it, but personally I hope not. I don't hate them or anything, I just don't care.
- idk, I just hope that this story aspect is being touched on again for a good reason and not just to stir up unnecessary drama. Most of the time this show has done well on this front, staying away from unnecessary drama, but they're not perfect at it.
I guess I'm a mix of curious in a positive way, but also a little nervous too. =|
EDIT: Hm okay if the whole donor thing is somehow brought up between Eddie and Buck to help facilitate the conversation of "Buck, Chris is your son too" kinda thing, then I think I'm cool with that. Although that might happen anyway with Eddie reaching out to his co-parent (Buck) for dating advice for Chris.
In any case if the donor stuff is going to be brought up, well I'm still hella curious what Eddie has to say about it because season 6 didn't give us that. We got Eddie making a face, a face that could be read as disapproving on some level, but no actual words.
EDIT 2: fcgvhjkbh ummmm anyway. someone else pointed this out on a different post, but bruh so true. Why bring up the sperm donor story in season 7 when *checks notes* Buck died???????? THAT storyline was basically dropped. Buck didn't want to think about it, wanted to move on asap for a few episodes, then bam! He talked to a death doula once, mostly off screen, and he's good everyone. He's fine and we can all move on.
?????????????????
#911 negativity#tagging this just in case#911 s7 speculation#911 spoilers#Evan Buckley#my thoughts#tone can be hard to read#so like I'm not even angry or anything#just a bit 'girl what?'
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
The twitter mess has got me thinking about livejournal and fandom platforms in general, so here’s a lot of words that mostly amount to me being old and sad!!
The past couple years I’ve really struggled with the pull to start using twitter because so much fandom activity moved over there, while at the same time being held back by knowing that it would not be a satisfying experience for me. I lurk there a little, and it’s alright in small doses, but it just doesn’t work for the types of fandom posts that I can contribute or that I want to see. And it has increasingly frustrated me how much people post fanart exclusively over there when its formatting is awful for fanart (no archives! no organized tagging system! completely unbrowseable by subject matter or time period! everything disappears in .02 seconds if it even crosses your view at all! WOW SO GREAT. I get that it lets you post porn but that isn’t a big draw for me :/ yeah, I know, what am I even doing on the internet)
My preferred form of fandom is images and graphics and art and long-form commentary and twitter just isn’t made for those things. You can kind of jury-rig it for them I guess (weirdly cropped 2-to-4-image photosets, hmm. great. threaded tweets??? you know there was a time when you could put all your related thoughts into a single post!) but it’s obviously designed for brief little texts and I’m too self-conscious about writing things for that to ever work for me. The way I see it is you can absolutely tweet on tumblr but you cannot make a tumblr post on twitter, and that’s the fundamental disconnect that has prevented me from leaving. I’m not compelled to go to a platform with fewer and worse features. (well, that plus the fact that I no longer have any friends to follow in the way that I followed the crowd from livejournal to tumblr. why bother!!! NOBODY’S LISTENING! —Cassian Andor about posting on social media)
I totally understand people mourning what could be the loss of years of fandom activity on that site, but at the same time its immediacy has always made it appear more fleeting to me anyway. Obviously you can scrounge up old posts if you really dig around, but without archives or functional tags it has never seemed to be a platform that encourages a long lifespan for anything posted there. Which is of course the trade-off for it being so current and of-the-moment, but I also think it’s detrimental to the fandom ecosystem as a whole, and on a personal level I’m too much of a hoarder for that kind of disposability to work for me. I like to keep things in my little treasure trove and continually pore over it with fondness. :(
I also just have too much anxiety, uh, in general, but especially with instantaneous forms of communication, so I get extremely avoidant about anything fast-paced. Chats always made me nervous, I don’t like texting, it all makes me a little too frazzled to do for fun. I was okay with message boards and lj comments because there wasn’t as much expectation of a quick response (and of course there was way more separation of Internet Time when you didn’t have a smartphone on you 24/7. boundaries!!!! never heard of them). A lot of this is purely mental hangups because I’m perfectly capable of communication, but it’s stressful and exhausting and the internet is filled with increasing pressure to never say the wrong thing (which is already a pressure in my head!!) so to add forced brevity and urgency on top of that... it makes me so uncomfortable and it’s such an enormous barrier when the foundation for literally everything is communication. Words are hard!!! I’m not terrible at it but there’s always an excessive amount of deliberation involved and it’s such a difficult thing to grapple with all the time. Constantly, forever. The mortifying ordeal of SELECTING WORDS to make yourself known!!!!!!!
I guess also nothing has ever been as conducive to discussion and replies as lj. Tumblr replies are so limited and reblogging to add your own commentary is a totally different thing. Private messages are there, but there’s no decent mechanism for open back-and-forth conversation. So even while part of me is glad that people might come back here, more activity on my preferred platform doesn’t change the fact that I still feel dissatisfied with the way all of this operates in general. Tumblr is better than twitter, but even tumblr isn’t that great.
To be honest I’ve become so fuckin weird about this stuff that I now essentially use google docs like a private secret livejournal. I type out my thoughts constantly as though I were writing an actual post to share and then I never share it. Which is probably. insane. But in the era of social media all fandom stuff either seems like way too public a forum full of jerks or it’s seen by nobody anyway so why bother. There don’t seem to be comfortable niche spaces anymore, or if there are I never found them, and besides that I’m too shy and too tired to seek them out and work up the energy to interact. So I just talk to myself like a lunatic. It’s super healthy I’m sure!!!!
I also just really miss how I felt on the internet and in fandom spaces when I was younger, making pointless little websites and graphics and posting photographs just because I wanted to. And obviously I still make things because I WANT to, but the act of actually posting to the internet now and the way that others engage with it seems so much more transactional than it used to. I got into making graphics when it was only like a handful of people on a message board sharing things with each other, and it’s wild how much more fulfilling and encouraging it was to have just a few familiar people make comments than it is to get likes and reblogs. A little number ticker on a post is like... that’s it? That’s all there is? It’s so hollow and mechanical.
Sort of the best way I can think of to describe how it feels to me is that it used to be more like being the proprietor of a quaint storefront where you peddled your wares and people could come and go and chat as they please, and now it’s more like tossing one of your wares onto a highway where it gets driven over at 80mph. And certainly that perception is skewed by rose-colored nostalgia about ~the way things used to be~, I’m much older now so I’m sure my temperament has changed a lot too, I slowed down while everything else sped up, time makes fools of us all, etc. But I’ve seen enough people express similar things about the modern internet that I do think maybe it’s not just me.
I don’t know, unless you’ve been following me since livejournal this probably all sounds like nonsense coming from a silent lurker who barely even posts. I’ve always been much more reticent on tumblr because it feels so exposed—the potential for things to spiral way outside of your orbit is both scary and annoying. But I guess I just don’t really know how to participate in fandom anymore in the way it exists now. I don’t have a community and it feels impossible to break back in amongst The Youths. I don’t have the energy to contribute as much as I want to, and then when I do expend the energy it seems like a waste of time because it’s stuff that either goes entirely unseen or it gets silently viewed and disposed of in an infinitesimal fraction of the time it took to put together. So there are these two warring impulses of: this is making you unhappy and you should stop vs. it doesn’t matter if you’re entirely alone when you’re still having fun by yourself with your special interest that you enjoy. And I don’t know how to reconcile the two.
32 notes
·
View notes
Note
Dad sure has a thing for "Partners taking a bath/shower together" 😁
I challenge you to talk about Zia, BElena, MeCassa and Daximus with this trope👉
(If you want to, of course😊)
Listen, it's a good trope. I just think it's cute, and I will gladly talk about these ships with it.
Zia;
I think I have brought up the idea that Zoe and Mia shower together a lot, mainly for security reasons. Because they have such a big thing with separation anxiety, and a shower is usually when you’re most vulnerable so to them it just makes sense to do it together. Just in case. I don’t think they take baths at all, though, they just aren’t fans of it.
The showers don’t feel as intimate as a bath, because they can’t really relax fully, but it doesn’t stop them from taking time to just kind of hold each other. It’s also a good place to cry. And they’ve both done a lot of crying in the shower post-Dulvey.
I actually like their shower/bath dynamic a lot because it's different from the others. It's less of a romance/comfort thing and more of a protection thing. Part of why they shower instead of bathe is because if they need to act for some reason it's easier to leave a shower than if they were sitting in a bath.
Belena
Couple baths are like… their whole thing. These two almost always bathe together. It’s probably the only time Bela ever feels completely relaxed. They both know they won’t be judged for appearances and I guarantee most of the time spent in the bath is just them cuddling until the water starts getting cold. I feel like they always do bubble baths, too. It just adds to the feeling of comfort. The only time they don’t bathe together is on the rare occasion one of them gets busy or something happens where one of them absolutely needs one.
MeCassa
Cassandra is definitely the one who proposes the idea and Melony is immediately like “Me? And you? In a bath?? TOGETHER??” As if they haven’t been dating and seen each other naked more times than she could possibly count. Girl is a gay disaster, but of course she agrees because the thought is driving her crazy. For some reason she’s nervous. Again, it’s all about the thing of putting someone in an extremely vulnerable position with somebody they trust, and trust is such a huge thing for Melony, and Cass knows that. So the fact Mel is willingly doing this has Cass extremely giddy knowing her girlfriend trusts her enough after all the bullshit she’s been through. And it’s a whole moment.
It’s also an excuse for Cass to pamper this woman like… she’s making sure all of Mel is relaxed and feels safe and all that good stuff. Lowkey feel like Melony would nearly fall asleep, especially when Cass is doing her hair cuz those nails feel like heaven. Just gets them both into a great mood. Perhaps post-bath fun times are had.
Daximus
These two don’t bathe together often, surprisingly enough, mainly because Max is more of a shower person and Daniela will take the longest baths known to man. But if they are bathing together I guarantee you the romantic mood is SET. Candles are lit and wine is had and it’s probably a bubble bath and much more of a “Lets relax in the water for a while” rather than actually getting clean. It’s more of a special occasion thing, like for one of their birthdays or an anniversary.
Weirdly enough, sex is not a huge factor. They might feel each other up a little but it’s never escalated too much during. Maybe after. But I personally think they just go from cuddling in the bath to cuddling in bed and just don’t bother getting dressed. They’re just relaxed after. They do get some of their best naps post-couple bath though.
They would 100% fuck in the shower, though. In fact they have.
#zia's shower dynamic fills my head with many thoughts and much angst#also daximus is a whole different beast in the shower vs the bath#cause usually if dani joins max in the shower it's specifically to do the devil's tango#asks#anons#zia#belena#mecassa#daximus
12 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
fulldlir
یکی از بزرگترین دانلود سنترهای ایر
sayagrr
Sayagrr
yuri-on-adderall
Why Did I Get Into YOI in 2020
rlrkd
제목 없음