#but its just funny because its so heavy in the beginning how much he hates everything
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Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.
Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.
Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.
Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.
And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).
Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.
(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)
The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.
Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.
And he kept coming back?
But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.
(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)
(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)
But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.
It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.
So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!
“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”
Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”
And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.
They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.
And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!
But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).
Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.
Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)
#bamf danny phantom#danny phantom#dc x dp#jason todd#Jason takes him to a library and they pick out books for each other#Danny asks him on a second date and they talk about the book over coffee#and then they watch the stars (Danny uses his ghost powers to clear a patch of sky)#but Danny just kind of watches Jason’s face and goes yeah this is just as good#Danny dngasf#Danny will throw hands with a clown#Danny thinks the Gotham Rogues are kinda cute#with their gimmicks#unimpressed bc they’re kind of obvious#and he’s seen worse and better#danny is Gotham’s Mom Friend
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My Dearest La
Dear La
Lance,
I really hate it when you’re right.
I know you are smiling as you read this. I can see it so clearly in my head. You are rolling your eyes now, probably, in fact you are probably even straining yourself. But I bet you are still smiling.
…
I miss you.
You told me leaving was stupid. Well, we screamed about it. I don’t like that I left angry. I should have waited so we could have been — well, I don’t know. I just don’t like that I left without saying goodbye properly. I don’t like that I didn’t get to kiss the smush between your eyebrows that you get when you’re mad
The bottom line is that I’m sorry. And I can’t do anything about it now because what’s done is done but. I wish I did. I’m sorry this message is so dorky. I can’t help how I feel about you. I promise I’ll be more — suave, or whatever, in my next one. There’s this Blade I hang out with sometimes, Sedrit, she is awkwardly funny like you. She has promised to give me some pointers because she’s as nosy as you are and read over my shoulder all the other times I tried to write this letter. I don’t trust her judgement but I’d walk into a wall on purpose in front of Pidge’s cameras if I could guarantee it’d make you laugh I think we could always use a smile. I’m ending this letter now because I’m embarrassed and if I write one more line I’ll lose my nerve.
Love,
Warm regards,
Sincerely,
Love,
Keith
———
“Sir? Sir! Hold on! Sir!”
The Balmeran turns, looking back at him curiously. He leans heavily on his cane, back hunched but chin set squarely.
“Yes, Blade?”
Keith jogs all the way over to him, stopping a respectful distance away. He reaches up to deactivate his mask, which he is not supposed to do, but the mask is fucking creepy, okay, it makes people uneasy so clearly that even Keith can see it, so fuck Kolivan’s lectures. He’s vindicated by the visible relaxing of the Balmeran’s shoulders.
“I need — a favour,” Keith says haltingly. His own shoulders begin to hunch. “If you don’t mind.”
The Balmeran’s stiff brows lift in surprise. He looks deliberately down at his newly-bandaged leg, then back up at Keith. Keith flushes.
“A… favour.”
All the pockets on Keith’s uniform are square-shaped and small. Deep, but not very long. Anything he puts in there gets squished. Except for the long, thin pocket-thing hidden against the outside of his thigh.
The letter has been stuffed carefully in there for two weeks. It’s a miracle it hasn’t been destroyed. The top left corner of it has gotten frayed, because Keith keeps catching himself rubbing it with the pad of his thumb.
“I know you’ve been through so much,” Keith says quietly. “I’m sorry even to ask.”
The Balmeran’s stance is still carefully guarded, practiced —
“As have you.”
— but his eyes are soft and knowing.
Keith lets out a long, heavy breath. He slides the letter gently out of its spot, turning it over in his hands; inspecting the familiar creases, ink stains. It’s a rough, recycled envelope. Made out of old briefing notes, by the looks of it, thick black lines of censorship streaking across the pale yellow surface. An ugly thing, really.
“I need to get this to the Red Paladin of Voltron,” he says, forcing himself to hand the thing over. “I don’t — I can’t send it through the Empire delivery service, for obvious reasons. And Voltron’s location is always encrypted. I —” He stops, mouth clamping shut, because suddenly the words have become impossible to force out through the lump in his throat. He hasn’t talked to the team in weeks. He has no way of contacting them without putting them — or himself — in danger. There will be absolutely no way for Lance to send him a letter back, even if he wants to. The whole thing seems, abruptly, a painful kind of hopeless.
And yet.
“I will pass it along,” promises the Balmeran, voice flooded with kind understanding. He wraps his hands around Keith’s, squeezing once, before gently prying the letter out of his clenched fingers. “I don’t know how long it will take, but I have a someone who works in Emerg-med. She travels frequently, and should be able to take it farther than I can.”
“Thank you,” Keith chokes out, blinking rapidly.
The Balmeran smiles. “Keep strong, child.”
———
“Granddaughter,” greets the old man warmly. The young woman turns at his voice, laughing in delight when she sees him and enveloping him carefully in an embrace.
“Grandfather! You’re well!”
“I’m alive,” he corrects, teasingly.
She takes the jest in stride. “You are alive, and so you are well. I am so happy to see you.” There is genuine love in her voice. She holds tightly to his arm. “Are you staying in care long?”
He shakes his head. “No, dear. I dropped by only to see you. And,” he digs around in his pocket, carefully extracting a letter, placing it in her waiting hands, “to ask a favour.”
“A letter?”
“For the Red Paladin, from the Black.”
“I see.” She frowns thoughtfully, turning the paper over in her hands. “Last I heard, they were rebuilding on Ilso. I am going only as far as Igrendia, to visit my cousin.”
“Pass it along then,” he suggests.
She promises she will.
———
A young girl, to her cousin: “Imeld! Can you pass something along for me?”
A cousin, to her lover: “If you could drop it off at the supply camp when you stop by.”
A lover, to his father: “A friend of mine works in that fuel stop. Let him know I sent you?”
A father, to a friend of a friend: “Only a couple stops left, I reckon.”
A friend of a friend, to a friend of a friend, to a friend of a friend: “It’s almost there.
———
A friend of a friend of a friend, to a Paladin:
“I think this is yours. It’s travelled a while.”
———
A smile aches at the apples of Lance’s cheeks. Salt drips onto his tongue, and he swallows, breath shuddering.
“You — dorky asshole,” he whispers, and tucks the envelope in the secret pocket on the thigh of his undersuit.
———
Lance,
I have no idea if my last letter got to you. I hope it did, if not, here’s the rundown: you were right, I regret leaving, and I miss you.
Anyways.
Today I was on a mission in a planet that was just a huge wildflower field. Just — hundreds of hundreds of flowers, every colour you can imagine and then some. It smelled like you. I cried.
Do you remember when we snuck out of that negotiation — thing? Whatever it was? And you poked me hard in the arm and loudly complained about how much of a bummer I was being. And you dared me to roll down the hill with you. And when I was laughing at the bottom of the hill because you had just so much grass in your hair you crawled over me and kissed me like you’d been waiting to do it.
I remember how we kissed until my lips bruised after. And then we just lay there, until I got fidgety, and then you pulled us both up and walked around picking flowers and sticking them in my hair and snickering. This was the flower. Doesn’t it look like the one you brought back?
I thought of you a lot today. It hurt a little bit. A lot bit. I missed you until it ached.
I hope I see you in the flowers again soon.
I love you more than the stars
Love, and lots of it,
Keith
———
“Hey, Sedrit.”
His voice is as hushed as he can make it. He doesn’t want to wake the others. But she won’t be asleep — she never sleeps before big missions. She says it’s because the adrenaline keeps her alert, puffing up her chest. But Keith knows that she prays because she is afraid that she will die.
She doesn’t answer, so he kicks the bottom of the mattress above him. He hears a huff, and then seconds later, a curtain of hair flops over the side of the top bunk, and her wide, pupil-less eyes blink into focus.
“What do you want, shithead.”
He smiles at her guiltily. “A favour?”
“Ugh.”
But she looks at him in begrudging acceptance.
“I need you to — drop something off, when you go to El-dan. Ask another Blade there if they could pass on a letter.”
She must read his tone, because the annoyance vanishes from her expression. She reaches over and flicks him in the nose.
“Yeah, lovebird. I can pass on your letter.”
———
“Hey, man, could you send this along the next off-world?”
“What for?”
“For true love. Or because I asked you to.”
———
“I don’t know what it is. It’s classified. But it needs to get to the Red Paladin.”
———
“I heard it’s news of an ambush!”
“Well, it can’t be news now. It’s weeks old at least.”
“Yes, well, drop it off anyways. It’s Voltron business, you know.”
———
Lance’s door slide opens.
“I have — correspondence,” says Allura, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I was informed of a possible ambush? Perhaps we should read the letter together.”
Prepared remark about greetings and knocking and why they were invented flee Lance’s tongue, and his controller clatters to the ground in his haste to meet her.
“Lemme see,” he demands, snatching the letter straight from her hands. Her protests fall on deaf ears.
You were right, I regret leaving, I miss you.
He grins.
“What is that?”
“No ambush,” he says breathlessly, floating back over to his bed. He traces the shape of every letter, the blots of smudged ink. The scratch of the words is just as important as the content of the letter, Lance has found. He’s long since memorized the first letter, but he still finds himself drawing it out of his pocket, unfolding it with a shaky sort of reverence, studying every slanted T and looped L, closing his eyes and letting the impression of the ink burn into his eyelids. The cadence of the words have become song, hummed over and over and over again in his head.
This time, there’s a drawing. It does indeed look similar to the one hanging, dried, at the head of his bed. He presses the tip of his thumb into the center of it, breathing hard, rapidly blinking away the tears so they don’t drop and ruin the paper.
“I remember,” he manages, half-choked. “I remember, I remember.”
When he looks up again, hours have passed, and Allura has long since left, closing the door quietly behind her.
———
Lance, my love,
I know we do not talk about the observation deck.
It is your sacred place, I think. When you sit in the middle of the floor and look up at the glowing stars and the planets cast shadows on your face and make your eyes shine gold as sunlight the only way to describe you is holy. The first time I ever saw you like that it made my stomach hurt. When I think about it now I miss you so much the ache spreads all the way to my teeth.
When I was a kid I read about how grief makes you hurt but time makes you forget. I read about how men begin to forget the shape of their late wives’ smile. Or the slope of her nose. I read about how children begin to forget the slant of their fathers’ shoulder. How mothers forget the way their babies curled their fist.
Missing you hurts like unravelling. You’re all I think about. I will never forget the fit of your hand in mine as long as I remember how to speak. And I will know the ridges of your teeth so long as I can taste. I will know the length of your back as long as I can walk. I will remember the curve of your lips as long as I can blink. I will know the way you glowed in floating blue starlight until my brain shuts down and my organs fail me.
Patroclus said I will know him in death and at the end of the world.
I will know you every waking second of my life, and I will make myself remember for every nanosecond in between.
Nothing will compare to holding you in my arms again.
Keith
———
Sedrit has officially been declared missing in action. A new soldier has taken her bunk.
Keith’s stomach hurts all the time, now.
“Just — one time,” Keith begs.
“You have way more training than that job requires,” says Kolivan.
“I know. I just —” He realises, suddenly, that even if he had an argument he does not have the strength to make it. The letter creases in his clenched hands. “Please.”
For a long moment the Blade leader does not speak. Keith meets his searching gaze, but his eyes are blank, unfocused. Exhaustion pulls at his features. His hood droops on his shoulders.
“In an out, Keith,” Kolivan relents finally. “A supply mission should take less than four vargas. I want you back here then and not a tick later, so you understand?”
Keith could cry in relief, but Kolivan looks stiff enough already. Should Keith express an emotion in front of him he might be forced into a total system reset, and his programming might not be prepared for that.
“Thank you,” he says instead, and rushes off before he can change his mind.
Matt is leading the supply run. This letter might land right in Lance’s hands.
———
“I’ll get it to him, Keith.”
“Thank you, Matt. I owe you.”
“Take care of yourself, man. They all miss you.”
“…I miss them too.”
———
Matt hands him the letter without a word. No one else says anything, either, when he clenched it tightly between his thumb and forefinger and walks right out of the bridge. Not even Shiro, whose gaze Lance can feel bore a hole into the back of his head.
You’re all I think about, writes Keith’s neat cursive, and Lance presses the paper to his chest and cries.
———
My Lance,
I hate it here.
I miss you.
———
Alarm bells shriek through the headquarters. Keith has become numb to them, at this point.
He slides the letter in between the pages of an intelli-file and hopes.
———
CLASSIFIED
FOR VOLTRON’S EYES ONLY
BIOMETRICS REQUIRED
WILL SELF DESTRUCT
———
There is a letter waiting on his bed when Lance gets back from his mission on Efid-d. He has not slept in three days. His vision is blurry.
He falls asleep with the paper open in his hands, mirroring the curve of Keith’s body.
———
My love,
Naxzela. Soon. I think Kolivan knows there’s something wrong. I’m gonna I might I think I can stay, for a bit. Hopefully.
Well, I will see you again. Damn it all. I don’t care about the world I don’t care about the Empire I don’t care about anything, anymore, I just want to come home —
Naxzela.
It will be weeks until I see you face to face on this mission but already everything seems less bleak. I will admit some of the anger has crept in. I feel awful. I’m trying to remember what you said, in the very beginning, before you kissed me in the flowers. When you held my hands in the purple light and said we make a good team.
I know you say you don’t remember it, you goober. You do. You get embarrassed when I bring it up, that’s how I know. You always get embarrassed when you’re caught being vulnerable.
I loved you then, you know. I didn’t know it then but I did. I thought about your hand in mine for weeks. You have always been so central to me.
Soon, sweetheart. Soon I can hold you again.
Naxzela.
———
He doesn’t bother sending this one along. He tucks it in the secret pocket on the side of his pants, and with every passing day it grows heavier and the weight on his chest grows lighter.
———
When the shield closes over the planet and Keith says, it’s been an honour serving with you all, the scream starts at the bottom of Lance’s feet. It comes up to his knees when he sees the pod speeding towards it, up to his chest when Shiro barks at him to stay in formation. It catches in his throat as he wrenches Red away.
It echoes through space when the pod hits the shield in a shower of blue sparks and grey smoke, and Prince Lotor defects to their side one nanosecond too late.
———
The beep of the healing pod synchs with Lance’s heartbeat. It can’t quite drown out the screech echoing in Lance’s head; that keeps going, and going, and going.
Soon, sweetheart.
He sobs into the half-burned paper.
———
“You better keep your promise, you dorky asshole.”
———
Healing pods have always smelt, inexplicably, of burnt hair.
He hears the slide of the glass door opening, then the whoosh of air as he pitches forward before his arms are awake enough to stop him. Luckily, he falls right into bony arms, and the smell of flowers and sunshine quickly envelops him.
“You motherfucker,” says a voice, heavy with tears, and Keith smiles.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he croaks.
His Lance sobs. The hands on the sides of his arms slide slowly down to his wrists, gripping tightly. Keith forces his eyes open, blinking away the bleariness. Lance has his own eyes squeezed shut, like he’s too afraid to look, head bowed.
Well, that simply won’t do.
“Lance, baby, look at me.”
“You motherfucker,” Lance repeats, and finally he does look up but he’s glaring angrier than Keith has ever seen him. Keith grins wider. “You motherfucker, you damn near lied to me.”
Slowly, half convinced he’ll move to fast and wake up on his bunk, alone, he reaches up and cups Lance’s cheeks. He swipes his thumbs carefully over wet cheekbones, exhaling shakily, revelling in the feel of Lance’s skin under his, finally, finally, finally.
“I’m home, Lance,” he whispers. Tears spring from his own eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m home.”
“Stay,” Lance begs, like he should have months and months ago, like he meant to, like he wanted to.
“There’s no other option,” Keith promises, and as he leans in and presses their lips together, finally, tasting the salt and licking the ridge of his teeth and swallowing every shuddering breath, he vows to never send a letter again.
He’ll tell Lance all he needs to hear himself.
———
all art by @mothmanavenue
concept from this post
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DESERVE IT - PART FOUR
Javier Peña x f!reader
Summary: after the traumatic night you were doing your best to keep things to yourself, but when a co-worker begins to bother you, you make a decision that brings consequences no one imagine and now it's Javier's turn to take your side, despite the bad situation involving the two of you
Warnings: angst, hurt, mentions of smut, kind of unrequited love, sexual harassment, violence, verbal abuse like a lot of verbal abuse, physical abuse, protective Javier, this one is heavy sorry
A/N: Idk I was so invested in this chapter because reader is me (us) and I love the drama
• PART ONE
• PART TWO
• PART THREE
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The reflection that stared back at Javier in the mirror disgusted him to no end.
He hated every single detail about it, its looks, its attitude, its job, its shitty choices.
Javier Peña hated himself.
He was a low life, he knew that and never actually hid it, but to know you now, not only knew for a fact he was one, but told him to his face made it everything worse.
He wasn't a hypocrite, he knew you were right, he was never going to try to convince you otherwise, there was no mistake, no misinterpretation in the world that could somehow lessen what he'd done to you.
He'd ghosted you, ignored you, been cold, rude, he'd complained about how well you treated him, even if that was the only good thing he had in his life. The kindness he received from you without expecting anything in return was something he should've refused but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
And he knew he should've kept to himself the moment you refused his flirting. That was what he did to the very few women who refused him, but he just couldn't resist.
The way you laughed softly and bit your lips, an adorable pink spreading on your beautiful face as you leaned closer and watched him up and down.
"If it weren't for the heartbreak I still got, I'd be under you right now" you chuckled "and then I'd be on top of you and if you really played your cards right, I'd be on my hands and knees" you burst out laughing, sipping the drink he'd paid you and looking down in embarrassment.
That was your first ever interaction outside the office and after you were bluntly honest with him, he wasn't able to let you go.
You were too good, too pretty, too funny and too damn sexy.
After that, he promised himself he wouldn't let you get hurt, but he couldn't stay away. Each time your face lit up when he said something about your nails, or how you smiled when he called you a pet name and the next thing Javier leaving small gifts on your desk.
It was stupid, he felt so dumb when you arrived at work and saw the small chocolates, or the flowers, but the moment you smiled at him and rushed to his desk to thank him, it made it all worth it.
Then you began hanging out on the weekends too, at first it was a shy restaurant recommendation, that quickly turned into a ride to the restaurant and that evolved into lunch or dinner together.
During the week, the smell of food coming from your apartment was tempting, and though Javi salivated just to picture how good it would be to have some homemade food again, he was too embarrassed to knock on your door and ask for a plate.
As if you'd read his mind you knocked on his door, offering some and that became a habit.
You were right when you rubbed on his face he enjoyed being treated like your boyfriend, he really did. That way he could be near you and daydream about how things could be if he were a different man.
He never meant to hurt you, but he began hurting you by letting you in, by not pushing you away when he had the opportunity to do so. He knew you, he knew you were past the relationship feelings a long time ago, maybe you didn't tell yourself that, but he could tell you liked him in a way it was fair to you, because he liked you just as much, though it took him some time to bring himself to admit it himself he was in love.
But nothing good ever came from that.
Even the times Javier was actually in love, it faded as quick as it started. He was a guy that had passions, but they never lasted. So he couldn't do that to you. He couldn't let you think you two could be together knowing some day he would probably wake up and see his feelings for you had changed, while you were stuck in love with someone who didn't deserve you.
He couldn't be like your ex, he hated that motherfucker with passion. Since the first time you mentioned your heartbreak, under all the amusement he felt at your words, he also felt a hint of anger. He didn't understand how a man could hurt a woman like you.
You'd never told him exactly what had happened, and he never asked. It was pretty simple to him: if you wanted Javier to know, you'd tell him eventually.
Of course he couldn't help wondering what he'd done to you. Several times Javi lay on his bed thinking of your past relationship. He assumed the guy had cheated, that was a real good reason for someone to become brokenhearted but he had a feeling that it could be more than that. Maybe he'd got someone else pregnant? It was one of the theories Javi came up with.
When Steve had one drink after the other after work the day he actually got his shit back together after crying over Connie for weeks, he got tipsy and talkative, and he blabbered everything you'd confided in him.
You'd been left at the altar by your fiance.
You'd been left in front of everybody, family, friends, co-workers, while wearing a beautiful wedding dress that you picked so carefully, in order to make that day perfect in every way.
Your fiance had publicly humiliated you just like Javier did with fiancee a decade prior.
Javier hated your ex with passion for what he did to you, and he hated himself even more to know that in a way, he was also that guy.
He had to try and stop you from getting even more hurt by being around him, but just like everything in life, he screwed things up.
When you woke up the morning after that horrible night, you wanted to disappear. You groaned as a pounding headache reminded you constantly of your very poor choices the night before and you closed your eyes wishing as hard as you could that what had happened would be just an awful nightmare and nothing more.
But you needed to face reality.
But reality could wait a little, so you spent the weekend locked in your apartment, literally playing dead, not wanting to see anyone as you thought about everything you were doing in life, you were so tired of that situation, tired of Javier, tired of your feelings for him. You were also tired of what was about to come, you just wished your heart would stop aching like it did.
When Monday came, you ignored everyone and did your job. You went out for lunch on your own and returned for another shift of not making visual contact with anyone and praying that lump in your throat that suffocated you would go away.
Javier and Murphy kept their voices low, so you didn't distinguish what they talked about, eventually you felt their gaze on you, which you also ignored.
Steve looked around nervously at Javier who just looked away, avoiding you as much as you did him, but continued walking towards your desk, stopping right in front of it and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Um… Y/N?" Murphy smiled nervously "Javi and I left some reports with you last week because you were helping us with it and Messina wants them… where are they?"
You bit your lips at the urgent need of bursting out laughing at his face.
After everything they'd done, Steve had blabbered about your personal life and Javier… well, you didn't even like to remember it, they still wanted you to do their job?
You thought of many ways you could snap in front of them, make a scandal and have the entire office's attention on them, but you quickly gave up, instead, you raised your head with a sweet smile
"Oh sorry Steve, I forgot them at home, but they'll be here first thing in the morning" you assured them.
When both Javier and Murphy got to work the next day they found a huge pile of unfinished documents to fill. They looked at each other in confusion but what you'd done quickly sank in. For one second, they were both naive to the point of actually believing you would help them do their job after what happened.
•••
Three weeks had passed since the Javier incident and you'd never been more isolated from everyone. As Javi used to be your favorite person to hang out, you still talked to Steve and Connie, and some other people from the office, but you ended up distancing yourself and they didn't seem to be too eager to get your company, so it was not like they missed you.
Steve was still single, going to bars almost every night but also managing to be a functional drunk by day and work as a cop.
As for Javier you didn't know and you didn't care, sometimes you could smell coffee coming from his apartment, or cooking oil, which meant he was probably making himself some french fries. He loved them just like the man child he was.
You also didn't hear any commotion from his place, which meant whoever he was fucking was being silent.
You missed him on a daily basis, everything reminded you of Javi and sometimes it even took you some time to process you weren't friends anymore when you saw something nice or funny and wanted to show him.
But at the same time, you also felt proud of yourself for working on your emotional detachment from him. The first few days you thought it was impossible to be away from him, but you were getting by.
On the other hand, one consequence of Javi's distance from you was the fact that Carlos took it as an invitation to hit on you.
He started small, discret, but consistent. At first he just left small chocolates around your desk because he was so pathetic he had to imitate Javier, not being able to come up with an idea on his own.
You always got rid of them by placing them on Steve's desk when he wasn't around which led him to think they were a gift from Colleen. You chuckled to yourself when you heard his theory. You knew the fire was about to spread in that department but you simply didn't care. You wanted them all to fuck off.
Then Carlos left you post its with several messages. They started humble and innocent, calling you pet names and other stuff, but after a while they started to become spicy, until he left you full, explicit words of what he would like to do with you in that ugly, sloppy handwriting of his.
You kept them all in your drawer, you knew when the time was right you'd be able to use them in your favor.
The morning you decided to wear a pencil skirt to work was when everything began going to shit. First, Javier's jaw dropped; he couldn't even pretend he didn't acknowledge your existence anymore. Instead, he just followed you with his eyes all around the office, like an animal and he didn't even care.
His jeans got tighter and he would let Pablo Escobar produce all the cocaine in the world if he could only know if you were wearing panties along that skirt or not.
The mere idea of you bare under that teasing outfit in your workplace was enough to send shivers down his spine. It was enough to take all his focus away and the only picture in Javier's mind was to have you sitting on his desk, legs spread wide while he had his face buried between your folds. At that moment, he wanted to be nothing but your fuck boy, to make it up to you by fucking you like no other.
"We gotta go, perv" Murphy interrupted his wet daydreams and reminded him they'd have to go to the streets.
Carlos took their departure as an invitation to come closer, and as you grabbed yourself a cup of water he slapped your ass.
"Ay que culo sabroso princesa" he whispered into your ear, without warning and making you spill some of your water. He laughed softly "leaving a wet path for me already?"
Your blood boiled, if you had access to a gun you knew you would probably shoot that pig in the face, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs until someone actually put you out of your misery.
You were so fed up, so tired, so angry with men taking everything from you. Your fiance, Javier, Murphy, Carlos… you felt you couldn't even live your life without having one of them ruining some aspect of it somehow. It stirred something in you and an idea popped into your head. You took a deep breath and controlled yourself again, you were going to make him pay, because if one of them got punished, the others would learn from the lesson.
You turned to him and smirked.
"You're all talk and no action. You've been dropping little dirty notes on my desk like a horny teen and made no moves… are you even interested in me?" You batted your eyes at him.
Carlos frowned softly and chuckled.
"I thought you hated me, you went pretty feral when I talked about Peña a while ago, didn't ya?"
"I did, but Peña is no longer in the picture and I heard hate fucks can be even better than love ones… I haven't tried these yet, but maybe you could help me with that?" You smirked and took his hand writing down the address to a shady hostel known by the cops who investigated downtown.
"Eight PM. Bring a bottle of wine and a bottle of lube, ya que te gusta mi culo" you whispered and saw the color drain from his ugly, pathetic face. "Nobody will suspect a cop and an assistant carrying out an investigation there, right?" You winked at him and walked away.
Carlos believed you so easily for a second you though he was the one messing with you, but turns out he was just simply and straight up stupid.
The next step was easy.
You excused yourself to mail some documents and on your way back you also mailed the collection of obscene post-its to Carlos' house, where his wife received them. The last one had the time and the address she should go to.
And the rest was history.
When morning came, gossip spread through the office like wildfire, thanks to Colleen who heard it from a cop, who heard it from another and by 9AM everyone knew agent Carlos Galindo had been caught red-handed by his wife who immediately pulled out a huge scene dragging attention from the whole block.
There was crying, screaming, slapping, scratching and accusations, and according to Colleen, Mrs.Galindo had kicked him out of home and forbade him from seeing the kids.
Apparently a mysterious woman had set the whole thing up, and no one knew her identity.
Though Murphy had a pretty good idea, he shot you a smirk "don't you think it's a whole lotta coincidence Carlos got into this shit now that he'd been harrassing you?"
ou shrugged and smiled big, it was the first time Javier had seen you smile for real in almost a month and he cursed himself to see his heart skipped a beat.
"Well, I know some men think they can get away with everything, but they gotta learn they can't just play with women as if we were nothing" you accidentally glanced at Javier and he caught your eyes. Shit.
You cleared your throat and hoped you weren't blushed "anyway, whoever did this knew he deserved it" you winked at Steve and went back to work.
You were finishing another report, going over the spelling again to make sure there were no mistakes when a commotion dragged your attention.
You could hear some muffled voices which became loud as someone approached the room. You looked at Javier and Murphy, the three of you confused at what the heck was going on.
Colleen's voice wasn't much more than a nervous squeak, telling whoever the person that was coming wasn't a good idea.
And then you saw him.
Carlos was standing there, fuming, with red blood eyes, looking like he hadn't seen a shower in ages, still with his work uniform and staring at you with a death glare.
Anyone could see he was clearly out of his mind, but everyone seemed to look at him in a mix of awe and curiosity.
You thought it was so amusing to see him in that shitty state, but your smile immediately died when you saw him taking some steps towards you. He had a bottle of wine in hands and his lips twitched in an attempt of a smile which turned into a sinister face.
"Buenos días puta" he said "I waited for you last night, but you never showed up, whore. My wife did though and she wasn't happy about it, and I bet my heavy balls you were the cum dumpster slut who called her" he said getting near your desk at the same time Javier stood up, calling Carlos' name in order to draw attention to himself, but he was ignored.
"I'm such a gentleman I even brought you your bottle of wine, I hope you enjoy it, puta" he said angrily before shattering the bottle against the edge of your desk and spilling wine all over the floor. Carlos' hand immediately yanked a handful of your hair and pulled you against his body, pointing the sharp glass towards your neck.
Murphy and Javier began trying to talk to him, in order to distract the man and get you safely out of his hands.
The grip on your hair was painful and though you didn't think Carlos would do it, you couldn't help but being scared.
"You're nothing but a bitch, a cum dumpster for the guys in the office, you are worthless Y/N, you destroyed my marriage and now you'll pay, you'll s-"
Carlos was interrupted mid sentence when Javier elbowed his ribs as hard as he could, ignoring completely his police training that was clear when it said the agents should keep calm in a dangerous situation, he just went to action. He didn't give a shit if Murphy wanted to follow the protocol, he wouldn't stand there and watch that motherfucker talk to you like that, let alone try to hurt you.
Carlos dropped the sharp bottleneck and gasped for air, as you ran away from his grip and didn't know what to do.
He immediately turned to Javier, all his anger focused on the man, as they began a real dog fight, Carlos threw a few punches at Javier, but he stepped over the spilled wine and fell onto the floor. Peña didn't think twice before kicking him, not caring if he was already down. Carlos managed to stand up even though he struggled and laughed softly as found you pressed against the wall, watching the scene with horror in your eyes.
"You're scared now? Don't be, malparida. Save your scared look for when I'm fucking all of your tight pretty holes until you are crying and bleeding and whimpering for your manwhore prince charming to save you" he said darkly "I'll do you worse than any Escobar men would"
Everybody went silent when you heard the click of a gun's safety. Carlos went dead quiet when he felt the cold metal against his neck.
You could barely believe the scene of Javier standing there, pointing a gun at a fellow cop just to defend you. Murphy also tried to calm the both of them down, but at that moment you felt as if you'd gone deaf. All you could hear was Javier's words.
"Turn around, Carlos. Turn around nice and slowly" he commanded in a surprisingly calm voice and the disgusting man who had just been making horrible threats looked like a scared stray dog, obeying Javier, he meet his angry eyes.
"Now you listen to me… you will never get near Y/N again, got it? Never!!! You will never step into the same room she's in, you will never call her those things, got it? She's not a puta, she's not a whore, she's not a cum dumpster… You deserved what happened to you and if you make Y/N slightly uncomfortable I'll shoot you in the face" Javi lowered his aim a little, now his gun pointed right between Carlos' eyes.
"I'll do you worse than Escobar men would"
The man went completely silent as he remained at Javier's gunpoint.
No matter how many times Murphy and other people that arrived just in time to watch the grotesque scene asked Peña to calm down. He would still hold his gun against Carlos, the waves of rage flowing through his body as he thought of every second of what that animal had done to you.
His heart was racing with adrenaline and he felt an urge to pull the trigger.
He just came back to his senses when he felt a soft, warm hand on his arm, looking at it and recognizing the pretty nails done just like he loved observing.
"Javi… put the gun down please"
Your voice calling his name after so long of being ignored. He wasn't Peña, he wasn't Javier. He was Javi. He was your Javi again, at least that was what he hoped for.
He looked at you and saw your scared eyes, finally putting his gun down just like you'd asked for and nodded at you.
"It's okay, it's over now, cariño, I'm here to protect you"
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A/N: did you guys go soft for Javi now?
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x y/n#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal headcanons#pedro pascal headcanon#javier peña#javier peña x reader#javier peña x y/n#javier peña x you#javier peña fanfiction#javier peña fanfic#javier peña angst#javier pena#javier pena x reader#javier pena x y/n#javier pena x you#javier pena fanfic#javier pena fanfiction#javier pena narcos#javier peña narcos
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» THE CHAIN, THE KEY ; hiori yō «
; ↠ hiori has never wanted anything as much as he wants you.
## author's note: pulled this outta my ass because i love him so much and the new chapter makes me so emo. i have low expectations bc no one reads for him BUT me ig so :,) if you read, i hope u enjoy !
## contents: hiori x gn!reader, crushing, developing relationships, DESCRIPTION HEAVY!!, kind of a character study ngl, fluff but it's angsty but it's fluff
## wc: 1.6k
there is an invisible chain that has always tied hiori yō to the ground.
he can’t see it either, but he feels it. hiori has always imagined it to be big and clunky, grey with the beginnings of rust forming at the bottommost links. it weighs heavier than anything he’s felt. he doesn’t need to see it to know that the skin underneath is rubbed red and raw and burning like salt in an open wound.
he wonders if he was born with it, sometimes, or if it was just a byproduct of how he was raised— if he was born to the chain, to be something greater, or if he was just meant to be hiori. he suspects it was the former, though, because he was never allowed the opportunity to be himself. he has lived a life tied down to the 2nd-place space on the podium and pushed up and away to the 1st, to the point where even he is unsure of where he stands. he often wonders- who would he be if not the winner? who was hiori yō, if not the boy with the chain?
he didn’t think he had an answer. not until he met you.
it’s sickening to him, how strange you make him feel. the obnoxious fluttering in his chest makes him nauseated. he thinks he hates your voice, not because of its sound but because it makes him want to know you. he wants to hear you talk in a way he has never wanted anything, and he hates it even more because he lets himself listen.
you’re a physiotherapist in the blue lock facility, an apprentice working beneath your mentor. it should be easy to avoid you, the simplest thing in the world. but he keeps winding up in your presence. maybe he’d think it was fate if he was silly enough to believe in such things. (if fate was real, it wouldn’t be so cruel, he thinks. because quite frankly, it was mean, how he was drawn to you.)
every night, you walked off the facility around 9:30 to catch your ride home. this just so happened to align with his leaving to take a walk. the cold air was often a means of release for him. he thinks his peaceful nights were ruined when he met you.
hiori thinks it’s horrible when he realizes he’s intoxicated by your presence. even with the cold night sky that surrounds the both of you on these evening accompaniments, while he walks you to your stop because that’s what he should do, you become the breath of fresh air.
you refresh him. you’re funny. you’re nice. he likes talking to you. it makes him want to die.
hiori can feel it growing in the cavity of his chest. he feels it spreading to the corners and edges of his mind. this poison, this disease, this blight that you caused. an fond affection for you and only you now resides within him like tendrils of invasive plants, and it feels too awfully similar to the chain that binds him. it muddles his thoughts and clouds his mind.
something bewildering is that he enjoys it. the rose-coloured sunglasses that you allow him to see though are prettier than life without. he laughs at your jokes and he was about to make one back. he feels the vines and clouds inside curl and dance and it’s almost lovely.
the chain pulls at the worst times. he wants to say something back, to reply to your joke, to make you laugh in turn. but when he feels it— the heavy metal shackling his wrists and neck and pulling him the opposite way— his mouth is forced shut. a switch is flipped because it almost physically hurts- it’s painful, how the metal cuts deeper into the preexisting wounds that haven’t yet scabbed over.
hiori pulls away from you when this happens. the plant, not yet flowering, begins to weigh on him heavy as the chain. the closeness to you feels like a burden rather than a gift. it’s horrible, he knows, because you’re lovelier than lovely and you’re special to him in ways that are indescribable. but still, he leaves. still, he bites his tongue and leaves without saying goodbye. still, hiori struggles against his body and his mind, his wants, his needs. still, he runs.
and despite himself, because he knows he shouldn’t, he keeps trying to find you. he seeks you out, he tries, he tries, he tries. and you are always there, always leaving at 9:30pm, always searching right back for him even though he’s never promised to be there. (when he sees you, the vine grows. the vine is budding. the vine will bloom, and flower. he wonders when it will die.)
(it never does.)
hiori hates how he’s so flighty. he hates how he feels and he hates how he’s almost scared when you ask him to hang out, outside of your walks. he says no at first but as soon as you’re about to board your train, he tells you he’s changed his mind.
the smile you give him makes him smile too, and the muscles in his face contort in a way he’s not used to because he means it, this time, he’s smiling for you and for real. he goes back to the blue lock property and almost throws up.
the fondness grows. the chain pulls. the flowers bloom. hiori yō is in love. he has never felt worse.
but you’re patient. you do this thing where you don’t really care— but not in a way that’s distant, no— in a way that’s freeing. you are yourself, separate from him. you let him stay himself, too, whoever that is. you care and you love and you wait, always 1 step away and never moving. it’s like you’re watching, wanting him to step closer but never minding when he feels back. he watches right back— hiori thinks that instead of a chain around your neck, you wear a key.
it’s been months since he’s met you and you’re still waiting for him. he keeps moving forward, then backward, then forward again, and the chain pulls and tugs and pains his skin but the wounds beneath begin to scab over and he thinks that he’s getting sick of being held back.
now, in his mind’s eye, the chain is almost fully rusted. it’s reddish and weak, and it snaps when he kisses you for the first time.
it was a sunday, one of the rare occasions that the players of blue lock had a rest day. they’d decided to go out, and have dinner and go out and do things. teasingly, they’d suggested hiori invite you.
“you know, hiori,” bachira exclaimed, popping up behind his friend’s shoulder in the locker room, “bring y/n! they’re so nice, and you liiiiike them, yeah?”
hiori remains expressionless at his words but inside he thinks there are bombs being launched in his stomach.
“that’s a good idea!” isagi agrees with bachira and hiori almost cringes. “we should invite them.”
so, that evening, hiori asks if you’ll join him and his teammates because he should. he thinks he wants this. he’s not sure.
you look pretty, when he sees you the next day. another flower blooms on the vine. the chain pulls. he tries to ignore it.
you laugh and talk with everyone else and he watches you like he’s waiting for you to disappear. at the restaurant, after the bill is paid he excused himself to go outside for air.
you’re behind him shortly and he’s finally able to breathe. “hiori,” you exhale, leaving a little puff of air visible in the cold night sky, “hi.”
“hey.”
“are you okay?”
he blinks. you still manage to take him by surprise, when you care like that. “yeah. why?”
with a shrug, you turn so your back is facing the restaurant. the view outside isn’t anything special- some trees, a few people, a road in the distance with yellow and white lights that must be cars. hiori is only looking at you.
“you just seemed a little off. didn’t talk much. i was worried.”
he doesn’t reply, and after a few beats of silence you turn to him again.
“i think i wanna kiss you.”
his proclamation is so quiet and sudden that you blink, and he does too. the chain is pulling, and pulling, and it hurts. he ignores the bitter sting, but with every breath with no response, the scabs beneath the shackles are picked away. everything hurts, and he wants to kiss you. the flower is blooming and the roots are tentative, but they are there. he opens his chest and shows you the flourishing life inside. he waits for you to rip it out and crush the petals beneath your shoes. he waits for the chain to pull him away from this— the one thing he’s sure he wants.
“hurry up, then.”
hiori kisses you, and he feels the chain snap. he feels the shackles fall undone at his heels and he feels the weight around his neck being replaced by your hands as you drape your arms around his shoulders. he’s kissing you like you’re oxygen, he’s kissing you like he loves you, he’s kissing you like he wants to, because he does.
hiori decides then, that he will learn your language, and he will speak your name. not because he has to, but because he wants to. hiori yō will love you because he wants to. there is nothing else, no ball and chain, no rope, no noose, no salt, no wounds. he will love you, he can, he will, he wants to. that is enough for him.
it is then that he discovers himself for the first time— an idea, a concept, the beginnings of the someone he was before he became lost— he sees hiori yō, the boy who wants and the boy who will try.
(the chain rusts and decays. the key is alive. the key was you.)
#blue lock x reader#hiori yo x reader#blue lock#bllk x reader#hiori x reader#alternative title: hiori has commitment issues#reader insert
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byler ficlet, i suppose
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"You know, my mom told me that, one day, I'd fall in love."
Mike startles out of his thoughts, blinking a few times before he looks at Will. The two of them are strewn across Mike's bed, all lazy and half asleep from the heat. Not unbearable heat, but the comfortable kind, the kind that feels like a pile of blankets fresh from the dryer. The light that pours in from the window is no help, either, all golden and honey like. Up until Will had spoken, Mike wasn't sure if he was entirely awake. He realizes that he's been quiet too long, staring too long, and he opens his mouth to reply. Will beats him to it.
"I thought she was crazy, said I'd never do that." Will looks... sad. It's a hard emotion for Mike to understand, it's difficult to find one word for it. It feels like the loss of hope. The acceptance of reality. Something Mike can't really begin to understand, and he hates it. Mike knows everything about Will, he can pick up on the slightest of changes. He's spent so much of his life just watching. Reading Will is practically second nature. So when Mike can't understand him, it's unnerving.
He hesitates again, looking for the proper words. "Did you? Fall in love, I mean." Mike doesn't know if that's the right question to ask. Maybe he's pushing a boundary, maybe Will is going to scoff and leave Mike here to rot in his own room.
Will smiles. Mike knows he hasn't made a mistake, hasn't fucked up his friendship again. But it's not a happy smile and that's obvious enough. Again comes the look of loss. Loss, loss, loss. Loss of what? What could have left Will looking like this? "I did," Will says, and his voice sounds incredibly small. "I was already in love when I said it, but I just... I don't deserve it, I think."
Just a few words, and Mike is on high alert. He sits up straighter, leaning in just so he's closer to Will. Will knows how serious Mike is, he has to. "You do. You deserve love." Mike can't begin to explain why the idea of Will being unworthy of love feels so wrong. His mind is racing and, not for the first time, he lets the thoughts tumble out of his mouth. "You're great, Will. More than great. You're my best friend, okay? Like- no that's not right. I mean, you are my best friend! But I just mean that you are the best friend. You understand everything so well, you know what to say and when to say it, when to wait and when to push. You're smart in so many ways and you're kind of a nerd. You tease your siblings and your friends, but no one can ever be mad cause it's funny. You're sweet, Will, too sweet for your own good. Everyone loves you! I'm positive that you're going to meet someone who loves you just the way you deserve." Mike pauses before nodding and folding his hands in his lap. That's... right. It's all true and he hopes it gets his point across.
The room falls quiet again, air thick with some sort of tension. Mike's eyes stay on Will, the same as always. Watching, staring, waiting for the slightest change. So he notices the slight pink that creeps its way up Will's cheeks. He notices it and he knows he's not wrong because it certainly wasn't there a few minutes ago. "You really mean that?" The question catches Mike off guard and again, it feels wrong that Will is doubting. Mike would never lie to Will, certainly not things like this.
"Every word." There's a sort of certainty to his voice, a deep rooted confidence that he hasn't expressed in years. Mike has always thought highly of Will, but who wouldn't. Who wouldn't love Will? Will is... well Will is Will. There's no one else like him. He's kind and caring and quick with sarcastic comments. He has great manners and tends to be a bit shy in front of new people. He's soft and subtle, the same way the light is from the window. Mike doesn't think he'd connected that before. Will reminds him of early Saturday mornings, waking up when the sun hasn't yet completely risen, so the light comes in heavy waves. Heavy, heavy, heavy, the warmth and comfort is nearly enough to lull him back to sleep. But to sleep would mean to miss the beauty of it, all golden and bright with oranges and occasional pinks. It's subtle, such a contrast from the blaring sun at noon. Mike by no means knows anything about art, but that early morning golden light? It's a masterpiece of nature, there's no denying it. And Will is like that in every sense. Soft smiles with teeth that just barely poke out, bubbling laughter, moles that create the most perfect constellations, strong jaw and strong build that is in no way sharp. All warm, soft, subtle, and beautiful. Mike can't let himself think about it too long, lest he discover something new about himself.
Apparently, Mike has been staring too long, because Will fidgets with his hands and clears his throat nervously. Before Mike can fully process what he’s doing, he simply continues talking. “On top of all that, you look really nice. Objectively, I mean.” Will’s eyes go wide and suddenly he’s staring back at Mike but Mike can’t stop now so he just averts his gaze and keeps going. He gestures with his hands as he talks, desperately hoping that he doesn’t look too embarrassed. “I mean, you’ve got- shit. You’ve got a nice jaw structure. And you’re–” with one hand, he points to Will and, with the other, moves his hand across his own chest “-- broad, and I think girls like that. Your eyes are really pretty, too, they’re-” Mike pauses for a second, leaning in just a bit closer and squinting as he studies Will’s eyes. “Wow, actually I take back what I was going to say. There’s so many different colors going on there. It’s like a kaleidoscope, but with more natural colors. Does that make sense? And you’ve got a really addictive laugh, like once you hear it you’ll do anything to hear it again. And you just-” Mike lets the sentence fall flat as he finally looks back to Will, who looks about as red as Mike feels. He isn’t sure why he said any of it, but he did, and it’s out there now. There’s no taking it back. Mike doesn’t think he’d want to take it back, though, even if he could. Will’s cheeks are rosy and his kaleidoscope eyes won’t stop shifting, newly colored flecks appearing constantly. "You're just you, Will." His voice comes out too soft, too gentle, to honest. Too obvious. But Will has to know he's serious. "I don't know how anyone couldn't love you."
#i was listening to golden hour#byler#byler fanfic#will byers#mike wheeler#ITS NOT FINISHED#I don't think I'll ever properly finish it but that's fine
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Thank you soooooooo much. Thank u Thank u thank u. I really can't stress the amount of times I wanna Thank you for responding for my ask because exactly. That is all what I have been thinking these days and can't point it out. Everytime people say tinn is the greenest flag in bl history (some people even go as far as saying he's better than Pat Napat, trust me I've been though that) It pisses me off so damn much. They won't even try to hear my reasoning because they are in that so deep.
I mean I like msp. It's fun and light hearted and all. There are also some great moments that I like. And GeminiFourth are amazing. TinnGun are good in there own way. But I will be really triggered if when (some) people say its better than bbs. Because it most definitely is not. I can't even begin to compare it to the amount of love and Dept of the character arcs of PatPran. It is a funny light hearted good high school romance which can be enjoyable for a watch.
And to be honest (it may sound extremely controversial) msp ki more like 2gether than bad buddy. (Runs to hide in a hole).
And I would love to read it if u elaborate those other things whenever u can. No pressure though.
Thanks for answering again.
No need to thank me, anon! You're really cute. And it saddens me a little that you might be feeling like you have to stay anonymous because otherwise the fandom would hate on you for daring to have a different, unpopular opinion - if that's not your reason, then please forgive me for assuming it was; but if it is, it's genuinely not worth it to be 'intimidated' by people who can't deal with other povs, and just blindly appreciate medias with flaws, without accepting the idea that you can love a media with flaws and still point them out (I don't think Bad Buddy itself is perfect by any means, for example). With BLs, this happens more often than not, because apparently pretty cisgender boys aren't easily seen as criticisable - who would have thought!
I don't even wanna dive in into the 'Tinn is a green-flag' topic all that much (sure, he's a good boyfriend, even too good at times, but he does abuse his power in school just to benefit his own boyfriend, and this issue is presented as comic relief despite being actually a serious matter - although it might understandably not be one in the eyes of a 16/17 yo). The point is not to determine whether or not he's a green flag - it's also a pretty subjective topic, in my opinion -: we just shouldn't go as far as to compare characters that were written in very different ways.
Tinn and Gun are simple characters, literal characters who spell out every single emotion they're feeling, and who are cute and good people in their core, and who make you laugh while you're watching them do stuff on screen. That's all they are, and it's not like they're even trying to be something more. And that's okay!
Pat and Pran are complex characters. Bad Buddy is written with heavy and competent use of the 'show, don't tell' method. There's so much more to them and their backstory than what we see/what they explicitly tell us. Pat is a green flag, sure, but Pat was also a bully, and it's never explained to us why he became one (he even got a reputation as one to be wary or scared of, and someone 'cold'), and why he suddenly stopped with the violence and the bullying as soon as Pran came back home, because they don't have to tell you: they show you. You know why Pat became someone like that, and you know why he suddenly 'changes' as soon as Pran is around him once again (in a way, Pat does tell you, eventually, in episode 5, when he says everything was so 'depressingly lonely' for him, you connect the dots, you understand, but not because Pat ever goes out of his way to tell Pran how his absence made him feel so angry and empty that he had to take it out on someone else not to implode). This is just one example. The whole show works like that.
Which is why I never understood the parallel between the two dramas at all, to be honest (I know MSP itself made references to BB, but still). It's like comparing a portrait made by a kid, cute and fun and full of color, to something made by an artist with talent and years of experience. You just... wouldn't, would you? It wouldn't even be fair to the kid, to be honest.
Also, getting back to something I was talking about in my other post... You know how everything that Tinn did for Gun that Gun wasn't aware of (he was aware of a lot of stuff, but not of everything that Tinn did behind the scenes) was revealed to Gun in one of the most anticlimatic moments I've ever seen in fiction? And you know how that had Gun realize how true and deep Tinn's feelings for him are?
Right, I think that's a little fucked up, to be honest, because he shouldn't need to know all those things - not to mention from the mouth of another person - to be fully aware of Tinn's love for him. But it's like the narrative wants you to believe that he did need that, and therefore there's your little deus ex machina ready to explain and narrate every single thing that happened without Gun being able to notice as it did.
And I was kind of comparing all of that to what happens in episode 3 of BB, where Pat has the Professor re-admitting them in the University activities just for him and Pran to be able to compete again against each other, for them to do something together - and, ultimately, for Pran to be able to play and sing in front of a crowd, because he knows how much he loves that. Nobody ever had to tell Pran about this, nor Pat, nor the Professor, nor anyone. That's something Pat did because he wanted to do it, not because he's supposed to get something in return and therefore should be known to Pran so that he can add it to the list of things Pat did for him.
As much as Pat is also a huge simp, and one whose love language is definitely acts of service, he stands his ground when he needs to, you never get the feeling that he does too much for Pran compared to what Pran does for him, because he's well aware that Pran just shows him his love in different ways - and we see those ways portrayed on screen. It's super balanced and equal, even though it might look otherwise from the outside, even though Pran himself could get insecure about it and worry that Pat might be too selfless in their relationship compared to him (kind of the whole point of the specials, in a way). But it's never presented as a problem, because it isn't. Because Pat's needs and desires are respected and vocalized in their relationship and he's happy with how things are, with the way Pran loves him. And with this I'm not saying Tinn's aren't, I'm just saying I don't think we get to see enough of it to assert they are.
I'm also not trying to say that TinnGun are toxic while PatPran are perfect, because I believe TinnGun work nicely together, and I do believe they're a cute, sweet couple by all means. I'm mostly referring to the storytelling as a single example of why imo these two shows should not be compared at all.
#bad buddy#patpran#bad buddy the series#bbts#my school president#again i am not an hater of msp#and if you disagree you can just comment or share and add your opinion#I don't bite#(unless you like it)
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Spoilery Aquaman 2 Review
Aquaman 2 was fun. A little clunky and cheesy at times, but tbh I found that kinda refreshing? It was so goofy and earnest in a way that didn't undercut the stakes or the tough moments and didn't feel nearly as formulaic as a lot of the superhero genre has gotten.
Like...I love a pithy one-liner as much as the next person, but does anyone else ever feel like big blockbusters in general have gotten SO polished that they've basically become scripts full of quotable moments? Does it ring a little hollow for anyone else, or is that just a me thing?
Anyway, the point is Aquaman 2 was kinda refreshing in that regard. There are moments where another film would've put the hero saying something funny and cool, but this movie just allows the character an emotional reaction that feels more honest. Because let's be real, even a goofy fucker like Jason's take on Arthur isn't going to be thinking up cool things to say when his family is in danger. He's going to be scared and angry!
I also thought some of the visual worldbuilding and background gags were just great, so fun. The film was definitely calling back to an earlier era of sci-fi and fantasy films, but in a way that felt self-aware without being too wink-wink, nudge-nudge. The use of CGI was a little heavy-handed in places, but that's hardly unique to this movie or particularly surprising in a film that takes place at least 1/3rd under water.
It was super obvious at first that Mera's role had been severely cut down compared to the first film, in a way that flirted dangerously with simply sidelining the woman into housewifery as soon as she has a child. But there were a few scenes that did the job of showing that Mera is still a queen and a warrior, and in the end it felt more like this was simply the story of Orm and Arthur while the first film was the story of Mera and Arthur.
That being said, Orm and Arthur's interactions were fucking delightful, beginning to end. Best part of the film, hands down. There was some great physical comedy, which I was surprised to see Patrick do just as well as Jason. There was also a really organic build from hate to grudging respect to understanding to love running through the film. The place they ended up felt earned, even in a film absolutely packed with plot and action and character journeys. It held the whole film together.
James Wan's horror background really got its moments to shine in this film, too, just as it did in the first one with that fucking trench scene. He really is a master at juggling tone and genre. I can't wait to see what he does next.
By far the clunkiest part of the film was the Black Manta/Necrus thing and whole environmentalism angle. Which is fine, actually. It feels like a little nudge toward the source material. And I think at any other time it would have fallen much flatter, but with the climate crisis constantly in the back of the mind the way it is now, the clunkiness got a boost just by how terrifyingly relatable and real the stakes were. The speech at the end felt earned, too, even with how clunky the plot was at times.
It was just a fun, solid superhero film! I'm sad we don't get a full Aquaman trilogy, but it was definitely a high note for Jason's time as Aquaman to end on. I can see myself watching this movie over and over.
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Daddy’s Babygirl (Kirishima x Reader) +18
Summary: Kirishima thinks you’re sexy. So sexy that he wants to dress you up and fuck you silly. Luckily for him, you’ll do it no matter what.
Warnings: +18 mature content, if I don’t see your age in your bio I will block you
Tags: Pet names, hard fucking, Dom Kirishima, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, blow jobs, make up running down face
"Ei-chan, I don't know about this," came a nervous voice from the bathroom.
Kirishima hummed from where he was sitting on the bed, red eyes watching the door closely for any sign of it opening.
"C'mon, babe. Please? I just wanna see," he begs.
You were a blushing mess locked in the bathroom, trying to tug the obscenely small skirt down over your ass, stretching the fabric to its limits, only for it to snap back up like one of those cartoon window shades once you let go.
"E-Ei-chan, it's so small..."
"Yes, babe, that's because it's specially designed to only be worn in the bedroom. They're thinking of calling it lingerie," Kirishima replied jokingly.
You huffed at his reflection.
"You're not funny," You grouched, even though you were trying to stop your lips from turning upwards
"C'mon, babe. Just open the door. Please? For me, baby girl?"
And ooh fuck, just hearing that little pet name had your pussy twitching in your cute little pink panties.
Fuck.
"I hate you," you said to Kirishima and your reflection in the mirror before turning away to open the door.
Kirishima's retort dies on his lips as the door swings open, his dick hardening faster than he'd ever thought possible.
"Oh, fuck, babe."
You looked so...innocent.
You were blushing something fierce, your freckles standing out on red cheeks as you licked your…...glossed lips?!?!
Your hair was parted down the middle and tugged into two low pigtails, with a little pink heart hair clip holding your bangs out of the way. Eyeliner circled your eyes, making them stand out, big and blinking coyly.
Your ‘shirt’ was just some lacy pink see through shirt, black choker included
And then...
Kirishima moaned softly as he got his first glimpse of your little skirt.
And he meant little.
It barely covered the important parts, flashing your pink panties whenever you so much as breathed, and your, beautiful legs were wrapped in sheer thigh highs
And even though Kirishima couldn't see it, the thin spaghetti straps traveling up those, beautiful creamy thighs let him know that there was probably a garter belt to match.
His dick has never been so hard.
"Fuck, baby girl," he breathes, standing and slowly holding out a hand
You take it gingerly, trying to ignore the heavy, rapid beating in your chest as you blink big, sparkling eyes at your lover.
"Yes, Ei-chan?"
Oop, yep, that's a 100% boner, right fucking there.
He couldn't hold himself back if he tried, diving in for a kiss.
Moaning as the taste of strawberry lip gloss bursts across his taste buds and swallowing your squeak of alarm greedily.
"Ah! Wait!" You yelped as large hands begin to wander, reaching down to grip your ass tightly through your underwear.
Kirishima growls, kissing your neck.
"Look at my slutty baby girl," he whispers in your small ear, grinning wickedly as he watches goosebumps break out across your shaking arms. You mewl, knees already giving out as a hot breath washes over your neck, followed by a few sucking kisses.
"Ei-chan, you said you would only look," You whined, clutching at his strong big arms.
Kirishima moaned, pressing his dick against your already slick pussy, through the thin fabric of the skirt.
"How can I only look when you're dressed so pretty for me?" He coos, gripping your ass tighter.
You try to argue, but Kirishima just pulls you into another kiss, sharp teeth nipping at your bottom lip and a hot tongue mapping the inner walls of your mouth until you can't even yourself up anymore.
"Don't act so innocent, either," the redhead growls as your guys lips part.
"You knew exactly what was gonna happen when I gave you this outfit. Knew I was gonna fuck that little pussy until you were shaking for me."
You almost burst into flames, avoiding eye contact as your pussy throbs in your panties, your juices and slick wetting the front.
He knew. He always knew.
Whenever Kirishima had something new for you, he always got this look in his eyes.
An eager, hungry look that never failed to make you wetter than you’ve ever been in your life.
So yeah. He knew.But like fuck were you gonna admit it.
"Oh my god, shut up," you whined instead, covering your flushed face.
There's a pause.
And then you’re being wrestled onto the bed, your hands being yanked behind you and held easily by one large hand, and a heavy body settles on your legs as your panties are dragged off.
"Eijirou, wh-!"
The feeling of a large hand cracking across his ass silences you, your eyes staring wide and shocked at the headboard as warm pain radiates through your body.
"Such a naughty mouth on my baby girl," Kirishima murmurs, bringing down another smack that has you crying out.
"Let's see if we can fix that."
And then he's raining down blows, harsh but fair spanks that have your ass turning bright red in a manner of minutes as you squirm, moaning and gasping pathetically as tears gather in your eyes.
And just as quickly as it starts, it ends.
Rough hands dragging across your reddened skin lovingly, squeezing occasionally just to hear you gasp wetly in pain, which eventually turns into a moan of arousal.
"Now, are you gonna behave for me, baby girl?" Kirishima asks sweetly.
"Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Daddy..."
Kirishima smiles, slow and pleased as he finally lets the other up.
You are panting softly, your eyes wet with tears, but your pussy exposed wet and throbbing, slick trickling down your plump lips.
It makes his own dick throb, eager to use you.
"Get on your knees for me, baby girl."
You scramble to obey, kneeling pretty on the floor with your hands under his thighs and your mouth open and ready.
Just like Daddy taught you.
He's quick to pull down his sweats, pulling out his thick cock and rubbing the head slowly over your small pink tongue.
"That's my good girl," Kirishima moans, gently fucking your mouth with only the head of his dick.
It's fun for him, watching his baby squirm and whimper, getting more and more worked up as Kirishima teases you.
"What's wrong? Is my little girl not happy?" He asks mockingly.
You mewl pathetically, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes, and that's when he shoves his entire dick down your throat, his balls smacking harshly against your chin
You gag, your hands clenching violently into the legs of Kirishima's sweats.
But your eyes also roll back into your skull as the gag turns into a gurgling moan of pleasure.
"That's it, baby girl," Kirishima croons, slowly beginning to work his dick in and out of that wet mouth, not even bothering to pull all the way out before he's thrusting back in.
"Look at you, on your knees, drooling for Daddy's cock. You're such a slutty girl, baby."
You whine, dragging his lower body closer, gobbling down his inches hungrily.
"Gonna fuck your little pussy like this too," the redhead growls, still keeping his slow, steady pace.
"Gonna stretch you out and then fill you up with my cum, is that what you want, baby girl?"
You’re practically vibrating with need, your panties pulled down just under your pussy so that your leaking vagina on display for Kirishima's hungry gaze
You’re working your mouth faster now, lewd slurps and moans falling from your mouth as drool drips down your chin and onto the thin shirt of your outfit, almost soaking the cheap fabric to the point of invisibility.
"Unbutton your shirt baby."
You’re quick to obey, as thin fingers fumble with the buttons as you choke softly on your Daddy's cock.
Kirishima moans when you let it fall down your arms, exposing your hard little nipples to the cool air of the room.
"Fuck yesss," he hisses, gritting his teeth as he grips one of those bobbing pigtails in his fist. "Play with your nipples baby, show Daddy how good you are."
You mewl as your hands reach up, trembling fingers pinching and twisting his little nubs until they're red and swollen.
Kirishima is grunting now, shivers racing down his spine as he fucks your mouth a little harder, aroused beyond belief at the sight of his lover half dressed on their knees, pinching at their little nipples so hard that they turn a darkish pink.
"Fuck, baby girl, you're so sexy."
You feel sexy.
Even though you’re on your knees, letting Kirishima use your mouth like some kind of lewd sex toy, you feel like the sexiest person alive.
You moan, long and loud, and Kirishima gasps, hunching over as the vibrations race up his cock.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Baby!"
'Do it,' you beg in your mind, staring up at your boyfriend with wet, tear filled eyes as you force yourself to take Kirishima all the way to the hilt, your nose buried in coarse, black pubic hair.
'Do it!'
Two hands grip the back of your head harshly as his balls draw up.
"Fuck!"
The redhead cums with a shout, his hips twitching wildly as he fucks shot after shot of cum down your willing throat, gasping and whining as the other swallows it all down eagerly with soft, wet noises that only seem to make his orgasm that much stronger.
You suck for so long that Kirishima has to collapse back onto the bed to get himself to release, his body shaking with oversensitivity.
"Holy fuck..." He wheezes.
Your answer is a strangled hum, and Kirishima looks down to see that you’re still soaping wet and still gently flicking your nipples.
He chuckles softly, tiredly holding out a hand.
"C'mere, babe. Lemme help you."
"I thought you'd never ask," you said with a short laugh, standing on shaky legs and climbing onto the bed.
Kirishima guides you up, until a knee is resting on either side of his face.
He groans at the sight of his lover hovering over his face, your pussy visibly twitching and gushing slick, staining the fabric a dark, almosta dark red.
"You look so good like this, baby girl," he murmurs, tugging your panties to the side to expose your twitching hole.
"Gonna eat your pussy so good."
Your indignant reply is cut off by shocked yell as Kirishima pushes his tongue forward, across your pussy obscenely in a way that makes you fall forward against the headboard with a moan.
Kirishima is ravenous, licking and sucking at you until he's able to press his tongue inside, where he wiggles it until your pussy begins to drip and oozes and then relaxes
"Kirishima!" You gasps, your back arching as you grind down against his face.
The redhead moans into the slicked flesh
He's not hard, can't possibly be again so soon, but knowing that you’re falling apart on his tongue is great stimulation. And soon, two of his fingers are joining the party too, pressing deep inside of your body until you shout with pleasure.
"Fuck!"
"God, this little pussy is /obscene/," he growls, shoving his fingers inside the tight hole roughly. "Look at this, its /swallowing/ my fingers, baby.
You sob, your body quaking as the tips of those thick appendages brush across your g-spot.
"Eijirou!"
Kirishima groans, licking the edges of your pussy around his fingers, dipping into the hidden nooks and crannies until fat drops of pussy juices are dribbling down his chin.
You're going crazy, your chest heaving as you grind down harder.
Tears are streaming down your face and your mouth is permanently open to let out wet gasps and cries.
It's only when Kirishima grabs your hand, guiding it to your red swollen button, that you begin to rub it roughly, your hips rocking up into your hand and back onto thick fingers.
"That's it baby, rub your pretty clit for me," Kirishima murmurs with a wicked grin, sucking on your pussy lips with his mouth as he stabs at your g-spot once, twice, three times.
A girl can only take so much.
Your orgasm with a strangled scream.
Thick shots of slick bursting from your pussy to paint the male below you as you sob out in relief to the heavens.
And all the while Kirishima is there with comforting hands and soft 'Good girl''s that make you shiver as the last of your orgasm drips onto his fingers and lips.
Kirishima catches you when you collapses, laughing softly as he guides you into the warm safety of his waiting arms.
"I think I broke something," you wheezes, and Kirishima snorts into your sweat soaked hair.
"I think you'll be fine. You're a strong woman."
It's worth the punch in the arm that he gets, as well as the seven others that follow, you shouting at him to shut up.
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Hello! Remember how I said I'd make more TF2 AUs than the Monster AU? well here's my
TF2 Kids AU
General Info:
The whole thing takes place in one neighborhood where everyone lives.
Most of the kids that aren't American (or come from a specific place in America) typically moved from there to the neighborhood.
I wanted scout and spy to still be related in some way so they're half brothers. how scout doesn't know of this and spy does is because spy only lives with his dad (likely his mother died tragically) and his dad and scouts ma had a thing for a bit, long enough to have scout, then they divorced and while scouts ma has moved on spy's dad just hasn't shut up about it to spy since.
its like the comics in that Miss Pauling is collecting each of the mercs but in this case its for the first time
Miss Pauling:
so first of all Miss Pauling is the main character for the most part (like in the actual comics)
the reason she goes by Miss Pauling is that there were multiple other girls with her name, so her teachers just called her Miss Pauling and it stuck
she's Helen's kid. (I was thinking of making admin a kid too, but she works better as a sort of 50 year old mom with a powerful job)
the whole mission of Pauling collecting the kids is framed as some grand shady mission given by Helen but in reality it was just her weird convoluted plot to get miss p more friends
At the beginning really her only friend is scout
Scout:
he's, of course, the youngest of seven other brothers. they dont hate him but they aren't exactly his friend
he's friends with Miss Pauling cause he saw her one day (either he or she just moved into town) and he thought she was soo pretty and just started talking to her, only to realize he also liked her as a friend when they first met he just couldn't pronounce her name. 'Pauline? Pooling? Puh-lin?' and eventually she just sighed really heavy and just went 'just call me miss p' and he was just like 'ok!'
honestly just shit at pronouncing ANYONES name
he doesn't really have any friends other than Miss Pauling
He's the type of kid to go up to any adult he considers cool and go 'hey look how fast I can run' and then dash away from them as quickly as possible
Spy:
spy is living with his dad who honestly kinda sucks but in like a funny way. like he'd suck to actually be around but funny to read about spy's first name is Francis and he absolutely HATES it because of Francis The Talking France and, because he's French, thats literally the first thing almost anyone says when they hear his name, so he'd very much rather people call him spy. he got the nickname spy cause he's like a creepy kid that watches people in the bushes and other places. he also pickpockets and lies but he mainly does those to adults. he's also got a knife collection that he will infodump/mansplain to anyone he can find about.
he's this kid who you expect to be super mega rich and then you get to his house and its like oh. dude the lights dont even turn on. theres like two things in the fridge. its like the most ramshackled house. how the hell does he look like a butler (the answer: Thievery)
His meeting starts with the team wondering like oh god where could he be he could be anywhere and then engie's like 'have. have y'all considered just going to his house and knocking on the door' and they're all like '..................................no' so they go to do that and spy stops them just before they can knock and he has somehow got in front of them and he's like 'ohohoho. you dont have to do that.' partly for him to be all mysterious and intimidating and partly because he doesn't want em to see his cringe house, so after they converse for awhile he joins.
Soldier:
He was like. raised by five military men/veterans which is why he's Like That at the age of like 10 (he also got that nickname for Obvious Reasons) he probably visits Merasmus (who is still totally a wizard in this) a lot and Merasmus has less of a 'shittiest roommate ever' opinion of him and more of a 'older/adult sibling annoyed by loud child who refuses to leave' opinion of him
i feel like the team meets him at Merasmus's place (where demo is also there, cleaning his castle) and miss p is like 'heyyy soldier. i need you for. um. a mission.' and he's like 'A MISSION? I WILL JOIN YOU!' and she asks demo whos like 'hold on hold on ive got to finish cleaning this wizards castle' and the teams like 'well maybe we could help' and Merasmus is like hm ok that would be nice and soldiers like 'I WILL HELP :]' and merasmus is like 'nO YOU WILL NOT HELP' and sollys like 'I WILL NOT HELP :]' cause hes like 11 so the team (minus soldier, who is standing outside patiently) help demo clean the whole castle and set off to find the next merc
Demoman:
so demo is like this like 10-12 year old kid with like. three to four jobs cause his mum said he needed em (one job is cleaning merasmus's castle and generally helping with housework) he got the nickname from him trying to explain that both his mom and dad were demomen and like the next time that kid/group of kids saw him they were like 'hey its that demo guy!' so the nickname is usually reserved for like people who dont know him well or people who dont know how to/refuse to pronounce 'tavish'
i already told you how they meet him so heres a bit more about him he skips classes somewhat often and his teacher assume hes just being lazy or delinquent but its actually because he has like. four jobs he lost his eye from merasmus's book but he begged merasmus to let him keep working for them saying that he'd start actually following the rules and that he really needed the job and merasmus was eventually like ok FINE.
Engineer:
so Engie is like the whole gifted kid thing, but hes also very kind (and has talked several bullies down successfully) the reason hes called engineer is because he's won several school awards for his little (genuinely functional) contraptions and the majority of them were engineering competitions
Miss Pauling meets him in his yard working on god knows what, with his dad (Fred, the team fortress classic engineer) reading a news paper on the porch she basically just asks him if he'll come with her for this mission that her mom set her up on and he's just like "yeah sure hold on let me ask my dad- HEY DAD. CAN I HANGOUT WITH THIS RANDOM GIRL WHO SAID HER MOM NEEDS ME FOR A MISSION?" and his dad just takes one look at her then goes back to his newspaper and yells back 'YEAH SURE SON'
Heavy:
heavy is gotten just/a bit before medic cause he's medics closest/only friend and the other kids are afraid of the 'doctor'
he got the nickname heavy cause well. kids are cruel sometimes
he lives with his mother and three sisters, he's quite a bit more reluctant to join as both a. half the team is annoying and b. he has no goddamn idea who these kids are nor what their intentions are. engie is probably the one to convince him both by using his relationship with medic as leverage and because he's like the only one there that is actually good at talking to people. once he's with them for a bit he's like 'hey this isn't as bad as i thought it'd be' although he does still think soldier and scout are annoying as hell. once they get medic he's like 'hey this might actually be a good fun friend group'
Sniper:
He and Miss Pauling were set up in like one of those partner project things cause nobody wanted to be with either of them so they just got stuck together
sniper came up with that name himself. he was like "call me... sniper" and then everyone's like 'whatever you say mick'
their interaction goes like. as awkwardly as possible. neither of them have any social skills she's just like 'hey um. hey sniper? can you not throw rocks at us i wanna talk' and he's silent for a second and soldier butts in like 'IF YOU THROW ROCKS AT ME I WILL BE PREPARED! I HAVE A HELMET.' only to be knocked over by a stone to the noggin and snipers like in his tree house like 'sorry sorry but he totally was asking for it ' and miss p's like 'no no he really was but um. can you come here my mom said she needed me to get you for a mission' and etc etc sniper joined the party
Medic:
He's just as medically experimental and morally bankrupt as he is in adulthood but he doesn't really have any human subjects. he's got like several stitched together hybrid animals that are somehow still alive and now his pets. I can't decide if his parents being too afraid to stop him or them being just as morally bankrupt and extremely supportive would be funnier
he got the nickname. well from being generally a mad doctor (Misha specifically calls him doktor as apposed to medic) but there was a specific instance where he stole the majority of the schools medical supplies for his experiments
all of the kids, minus like. Misha, dell and soldier were fucking terrified of him before meeting him. he's still scary, but now they know he can be just as chatty as scout at times
i think it'd be funny if like they met his scared parents and they were like 'you... you want to see him?' and they're like 'um. yeah' so they go like allllll the way (i'm imagining the house is super tall with like a mad scientist area (medics room) at/near the top) to his room and then the door like creeks and he's all shadowed then he swivels around in his chair and he's just all like 'oh hallo!! :] it is SO next to have guests :3 it gets lonely sometimes :/ who are you btw' and they're all like '. this Cannot be the right guy' and then it is
Pyro:
They're this kid living in this house that was abandoned after at least half of it burnt down, presumably killing the family living in it. its in this secluded area of town that no one really goes to, so no one can really see that the windows are boarded up from the inside and there's lights inside the building.
pyro got the nickname from. well they're a kid living in a burnt building people are gonna assume they burnt the building
i have this whole idea of like miss p walking with the rest of the team like 'Helen said that we should be careful with this one' and they get spy to sneak around the house seeing all these strange things like colorful scribbles on almost every wall, straight up weapons lying around, an entire pile of empty jerry cans in the garage, the fridge half full of rotten food with the sink filled to the brim with dirty dishes, scratches and burns on many walls, the entire place generally being in disrepair.
i like to think the first time they encounter pyro, only seeing them from behind one of ems just like 'oh huh the place they live in is weird but who'd be afraid of that' cause like they've got like that unicorn onsie on or somethin similar and then they turn around (still not noticing the team) and they've got that full on gasmask that was clearly made for an adult and they're just like "Oh. Okay"
they're all like stumped on how to get them to join until someone (probably engie or admin if they call her for help) is like 'all the food was rotten right? maybe get them something to eat? cause like theres no way they're eating well unless they've got like a hidden fridge somewhere' and so they get like a homemade lunch in like. a ballonicorn lunchbox for them and they tear up from the generosity but Shenanigans happen that makes the other mercs chase em eventually it leads the mercs to the attic and the mercs fall for the classic bucket above the door trick but alas! the bucket is full of gasoline and pyro's got a flamethrower! so engie and a couple others like Miss Pauling and Demo have to talk em down and get em to join the friend group and it works out in the end cause im not writing a group of children getting set on fire
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
#tf2#tf2 miss pauling#tf2 scout#tf2 spy#tf2 soldier#tf2 demoman#tf2 engineer#tf2 heavy#tf2 sniper#tf2 medic#tf2 pyro#i wonder if you can tell which ones my favorite just based on paragraph length#i would do more proofreading but like. ive had this in my drafts for so long its gotta be posted#kid fortress#tf2 kids au#i WILL be making more aus soon (posting time unsure)#also apologies for the wall of text in like. Every tag#ive thought about these guys far too much#my art
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20 questions for fic writers
Tagged by @isagrimorie (thanks, this looks fun 🤩).
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1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
120
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
324,790
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I'll just copy-and-paste from ao3, cuz I'm not writing all that down.
The Vampire Diaries (TV) (25), Legacies (TV 2018) (12), Person of Interest (TV) (9), Once Upon a Time (TV) (9), Leverage (US TV 2008) (7), Shadowhunters (TV) (7), Doctor Who (2005) (5), Arrow (TV 2012) (4), Merlin (TV) (4), Captain Marvel (2019) (3), 苍兰诀 | Love Between Fairy and Devil (TV) (3), Batwoman (TV 2019) (3), The 100 (TV) (3), Willow (TV 2022) (3), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) (2), The Magicians (TV) (2), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (2), Supergirl (TV 2015) (2), The Originals (TV) (2), Star Wars - All Media Types (2), The Old Guard (Movie 2020) (2), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types (2), The Good Place (TV) (2), Avatar: Legend of Korra (2), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) (2), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) (2), Charmed (TV 2018) (1), Angel: the Series (1), Wednesday (TV 2022) (1), Star Trek: Voyager (1), Teen Wolf (TV) (1), Star Wars: Rebels (1), Sweet/Vicious (TV) (1), Star Trek (1), Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV) (1), Lost Girl (TV) (1), Legend of the Seeker (TV) (1), Hustlers (2019) (1), Stargate SG-1 (1), Revolution (TV) (1), Sanctuary (Canada TV 2008) (1).
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
5 Times The Doctor Talked About River Song With Graham (+1 Time The Fam Finally Met Her) - the 13/River fic where Graham finds the Doctor's missing wedding ring and she gradually opens up about her wife.
“Her name was River Song.” She says once he’s already taken a few steps. He stops, turning around, giving her the opportunity to continue or not as she needs. “She was an archaeologist. And a professor. And a criminal. And she was brilliant and absolutely mad.”
“She must have been. Married you didn’t she?” Graham jokes before he can help himself.
But Doc just grins like she agrees and laughs to herself.
Something uncoils in Graham’s chest at seeing Doc’s face regaining its natural brightness, however tinged with grief. The grief isn’t new either, he’s seen shadows of it in her all along but this is the first moment she doesn’t seem to be trying to hide it. Or maybe the first time she’s not trying to hide from it.
The Suspicious Case of Tribbles - the 13/River fic where River tries to "borrow" the TARDIS for lil'bit.
"Don't mind me. Carry on!" The woman says, dropping a bag of something heavy that sounds like a bag of rocks to the floor and hurrying towards the TARDIS controls. "I'm only here to establish an alibi. A short hop over to the other side of the hemisphere and some 38 planetary hours in the past should do it. I'll send you lot right back to him none the wiser. It'll be our little secret."
She's Come Undone and Set Free - Elejah, Bonbekah, Klaroline and Elena/Caroline/Bonnie/Rebekah friendship story that deals with Elena and Caroline getting to be angry and making Damon pay for what he did to them, as well as supporting each other and beginning to heal. (WIP, but there's only 2 chapters to go).
“I want you to know, that’s not why I will always hate you, Damon.” She strengthened her hold on his face at the look of caution that was surfacing at her words, likely because he’d just now been remembering that not that long ago she’d broken his neck. “I won’t even hate you because of the sire bond. Though I wasn’t lying, it felt like being a slave to your every desire, whether or not you actually voiced them. And the funny thing? I’m not sure I’ll ever know how much me there was when I was making any of the choices that lead to Jeremy dying.”
“What’s your point?” Damon asked and grabbed her hands in a vice-like grip that made it impossible for Elena to try again what she'd done nearly two days ago when she'd regained her humanity. But she'd already known there wasn’t a point trying now that he'd be expecting it, so she didn’t fight to escape him.
“She’s my best friend, Damon. I will never forgive you for what you did to her,” she said and did absolutely nothing as Damon’s eyes widened and he tried to turn around. He wasn’t fast enough. He’d been too consumed by Elena to pay attention to any other heartbeats around them, and despite her age, Caroline had always been an unusually fast vampire.
Morai's Call to Hope - my Star Wars, time travel, Snips and Skyguy fic where Anakin gets pulled into the World Between Worlds three days before his Fall, watches as Darth Vader is about to kill Ahsoka... aaaaaaand jumps forward to stop him. (WIP and I'm very ashamed about it, because I loved writing this story and really hope to get back to it someday)
From behind Anakin there comes again a whisper from a different time: ‘I would never let anyone hurt you, Ahsoka… never…’
But in front of Anakin comes something else.
‘Then you will die,' the Sith says in direct contradiction to everything Anakin has ever promised both aloud and inside his own heart to the closest thing he’s ever had to a little sister or a daughter. And every single cell of his body rebels against a time where he would ever utter those words to Ahsoka. So even as the red lightsaber ignites in the Sith’s hands, Anakin rushes forward and through the fragile line of a portal separating his reality from theirs.
As the Sith’s lightsaber finishes the arch of its blow instead of encountering Ahsoka’s white dual sabers it’s stopped by the intervening block from a blue lightsaber in the hands of the Anakin Skywalker sixteen years out of his time.
You know who you remind me of? - the 13/River fic where the Doctor is in the middle of hiding under a table with Yaz for plot reasons when she hears the sound of her wife's laughter and is immediately distracted from the mission that brought them there.
The laugh is thick with mischief and a galaxy of secrets.
She knows that laugh.
5. Do you respond to comments?
I try to. I adore comments and really truly appreciate receiving them, so I do try to respond to them. But sometimes I get into a kind of slump where replying just feels exhausting. And by the time I'm over that, it might have been like two weeks, and then it feels embarrassing to respond.
And sometimes I just don't know WHAT to say.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably Last Words. I do have quite a few angsty fics but I usually end them either happily or with an open ending that's got light at the end of the tunnel. But this once I came up with an idea for soulmate-identifying-last-words and then wrote a Korrasami fic for it.
Asami had known that Korra was her soulmate. And like everyone else she was in no hurry to see it proven. And there she might be counted lucky, because she did not learn it for many years to come. They survived the war with Kuvira, and then returned from their vacation in the spirit world, and survived many more battles beyond that. The Avatar lived a long life.
But Asami Sato lived a longer one.
So that has the saddest ending.
Well, that, or maybe what's the point of greater good, which is my Queliot (with a side of Wickoff) story where Julia talks to Quentin during the time Eliot was possessed by the Monster.
She finds him stubbornly looking through the mountain of books, searching for any and every scrap of information on Enyalius they can get. He looks like he hasn’t slept since the moment weeks ago when Eliot managed to surface for those brief few moments to tell them he was alive. Hope’s a bitch that way.
“We need to stop him Q.” Julia says, from behind him.
Quentin’s shoulders freeze in place and he leans forward, hands clenching the spine of the book he’d just been about to pick up.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Like I said, I tend to mostly write happy endings. But if I have to pick what I considered as the happiest one, then here's a story that's full of angst in the middle, which made the ending feel even happier because of the contrast.
6 Times Bellamy Tried to Forget That He Was in Love With Clarke (+1 Time He Couldn’t Anymore) - exactly what it sounds like. My big look into Bellamy's head through most of the seasons. Canon almost to the end, where I sharply switch tracks and give Bellarke the happy ending they goddamn deserved.
The first thing he saw as the delinquents pulled aside the sheets of scrap metal to let their two missing people in was Clarke running in front, scraped up but seemingly uninjured. He wished that the relief that overtook him was entirely selfish, that it had to do with the fact that he had his partner back and he wouldn’t have to carry the burden of their people’s lives all by himself. But that was crap.
It was vastly overpowered by the simple joy of seeing that Clarke was alright.
“Hey, we heard an explosion. What happened?” she fired out rapidly as soon as she was in front of him. Face serious and eyes focused entirely on Bellamy, - and it was something that had gotten to be so familiar to him that it almost felt like having her there was akin to getting back a missing limb.
He almost, almost fell to the instinct to pull her into his arms because he was just so damned glad that she was alive that the only thing that saved him was the fact Jasper got there first.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not a lot. But there's been a few occasions where I have gotten some, yes. Mostly the 'this was a waste of my time' variety.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Not... really? On a few rare occasions I've written a bit of spice but I don't think that people that read smut would give me more than 2.5⭐ out of 5⭐.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Yes. When the idea for one strikes. And I don't know if I'd say it's the craziest one, but definitely a fun one is my Stargate SG-1/Leverage crossover where the Stargate Program needs to recruit some thieves.
The Homeworld Security Job. (incidentally this is also the fic that got me the most amount of hate comments).
“I know, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that no one at SGC can go, you need thieves for this mission. And this is a big planet, you guys must have some good ones between those 7.5 billion people. You get me a few of them and I can teach them how to play a wealthy minor Goa’uld long enough to get in and out. But I can’t teach someone to be a good enough liar to not get caught. Not with the time we have here.”
“What do you want us to do, Vala? Grab a bunch of criminals off the street and hope they don’t decide that stealing a Stargate and selling that to the highest bidder instead would be a more lucrative business plan?” Cameron asks.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I'm aware.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Once. My Lunarry fic the ones that seek and find (six years in the relationship of harry and luna) has a translation into Chinese Mandarin 探寻和发现（哈利与卢娜相处的六年).
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No. It's always sounded kinda complicated.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
I do NOT have a one single favorite ship. But there are a few that I will probably never let go of and those are: Elejah, Swan Queen, Hizzie, Bellarke, Spuffy, Doctor/River, Clizzy, Bering and Wells, Kahlan/Cara, Parker/Hardison, Graylora and DFQC/XLH.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
All of them 😭.
But especially the Star Wars time travel one I mentioned earlier. I love that one so much. And I want to go back to it and finish it. But the stars aren't looking all that bright.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I'd like to think that I'm good at getting into characters' heads. Their inner monologues tend to be the easiest part to write (it's the dialogues and surrounding scenes that trip me up).
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Grammar. English isn't my first language, so the fiddly parts of the grammar is what I've picked up through osmosis while reading, which isn't exactly... a flawless way to do it.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I've done it a few times (mostly in my Clizzy fics, because Izzy's character peppers a decent bit of Spanish in her dialogue on the show) and have nearly always kind of regretted it (I've needed to do fixes nearly every time, had to learn that google translate cannot be trusted the hard way).
19. First fandom you wrote for?
If I remember correctly, then I think that was a very terrible attempt at a BtVS/Stargate SG-1 crossover that has been deleted since then.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
This is a very predictable answer but that's She's Come Undone and Set Free, I'm just really proud of this story for a lot of reasons. And though there are a few other of my fics I love more than others, this one is just... my favorite of all of them.
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Tagging: @vorpalmuchness, @jennifersminds, @muse-oleum, @amandamonroe and whoever else wants to.
#ask meme#writing#terapsina rambles#terapsina's writing rambles#elejah#thirteen x river#river x thirteen#bellarke#bonbekah#tvd#stargateverse#leverage#stargate sg1#doctor who#star wars#clone wars#queliot#the magicians
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colored band aid
Synopsis: R likes colorful band-aids because they bring back good memories. Damian hates them because they are a reminder of his failure as a friend.
Platonic! Damião and Reader.
Warning: domestic violence and child abuse.
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Damian's face is such a funny frown that R can't resist the urge to laugh, which only serves to make the frown even tighter.
— Your ability to hurt yourself in such a trivial and idiotic way isn't funny, R. It's troubling. Your insistence on wearing these abominations that you insist on calling bandages is even greater. — His voice is dry as the desert and the disdain in his gaze would have once offended or intimidated her, but now it only amuses her, because she knows that all this rudeness is a mask for an underlying worry.
— You also think that drawn kitten is cute, Dami. Don't deny it.
— Tt. Its ability to recognize good artists is also very worrying.
— Would you make it more beautiful?
— I would definitely do justice to noble cats.
R laughs loud and long, so much so that her eyes water and her stomach hurts. It's genuine, not forced or the result of hysteria, but pure humor, pure fun, pure relaxation, with someone she feels comfortable and safe with. After countless laughs and forced smiles and the stress of being frequently on high alert for years, the relief and freedom of letting your guard down and not pretending anymore cannot be described in words.
And Damian, oh you grumpy kitten, is more than aware of it because his frown lessens and the corners of his mouth lift just enough to be noticed. The fact that R doesn't take her "frustration" seriously at all, but openly laughs at it, shows how much progress they are making, how close she is to overcoming the traumas caused by her father. And knowing how safe she feels with him is good, very good.
It would be a perfectly nice and comfortable time if it weren't for one little thing: bandages. It's funny how something as simple as duct tape can be such a delicate and sensitive scare between them. For Damian, it was a reminder of his failure as a friend, hero and detective for not realizing his best friend's dire home situation in time. For R, however, the colorful Band-Aids, with animal designs and the iconic face, had more than one meaning, more than the memory of a painful experience that lasted too long. They remembered their dear mother when she was alive, they remembered a time when their father wasn't the monster he had become, they remembered a time when it was all fun and happiness - the time when she was happy and untainted by tragedy.
Absently touching the pink bad aid wrapped around his index finger, R begins to speak.
— Once, while I was carrying the dishes, I accidentally dropped a glass, it broke, of course. He was at home, so in a panic I bent down to pick up the pieces with my hands and at the same time apologized and swore that I would buy a new one with my salary. As he approached, I began to cry in fear, expecting a punch or a foot to crush my hands. — Her voice grew shaky and her throat tightened, her brain viscerally experiencing that moment of fear all over again. — But instead, he gently took my bloody hands and cleaned them in the sink, then took me to the table and started treating my cuts while telling me that when he accidentally broke a body or plate his father would step on his fingers under the shards of glass. And once, when he accidentally broke Mom's favorite perfume, he'd expected the same reaction, only for Mom to gently treat his cuts and tell him it was just a bottle of perfume that could be replaced.
She remembers her father's heavy look when telling about his childhood and the look of love and sadness when he spoke of his beloved deceased wife. She remembers the hands, gentle and caring for the first time in years as they nursed her injured hands. The care and affection that she missed so much, that she yearned to return, that she did everything to return and that she hoped to get because of these sporadic moments of her father returning to being the father she remembered from childhood.
Only the next morning everything goes back to the hell it was.
R took a deep breath, trying to undo the lump in her throat so that a sob wouldn't come out of her lips, followed by another, another and another. She repeatedly blinked her eyes away from the tears before they could leave and never stop. She's so tired of her past still affecting her so much when it's been years. Argh. After a few minutes I compose myself and I'm sure I won't cry anymore, R continues.
— Because of those moments, I was hopeful that things would go back to normal and that everything was just a bad phase. she snorted.— Poor silly child that I was.
— You were a child who was manipulated by an adult who took advantage of your fragility so you wouldn't report him for the abuse he was doing to you, R.— Damian immediately counters, hated to see his best friend get mad at you. herself for that. from the actions of scum like Ralph. At that moment, Robin wanted to break into Ralph's cell and break every bone in his body.
R chose herself on the sofa, looking at the floor, sensing that what she said now would not please Damian, but she needed to vent.
— Yes, it could be, but... oh, I think that not only was he afraid that I would denounce him, I think, that he didn't want to lose me... because, I think he still loved me, despite everything. . .
— R...
- I know I know! It's crazy and it might just be a childish part of me that still wants a dad. But before Mum died, before he got involved in crime, he was good, he was a good father. He may not be a good person, but he was good to us.
Damian sighs, keeping his mouth shut so as not to start an argument that in the end won't resolve anything, just stress them both out. He seriously doubted the bastard loved his daughter after abusing and neglecting her, even before his wife's death. That cry and plea for forgiveness in court was nothing more than a pathetic attempt to get some kind of sympathy to reduce his sentence, or even more disgusting, to manipulate R into somehow paying his bail or giving him shelter when his sentence was fulfilled. Slag. He would love for his friend, now practically a sister, to see and accept that fact. However, Ralph actually did a good job of brainwashing his daughter, although it weakened when R finally stopped visiting him in prison, it didn't completely disappear. Which was frustrating, honestly.
Damian's hand shot out suddenly grabbing R's hand which was coming towards his nose, a cat-print bandage on his fingers, clearly intended for his nose. Robin raised a questioning eyebrow at the girl, who laughed.
— Just reminiscing about old times." she explained. — You were little and cute, but you were so rude.
Damian let go of her hand, taking the cat Band-Aids from her fingers and holding it between his own fingers.
— And you were a childish, immature child. Not that it still isn't, to be honest.
— Childish and immature child, who managed to catch you off guard.
— Tt. Please, I anticipated your action from the start, I was only generous in making you think you surprised me.
— Oh, I believe.
— Tt.
R laughs, relieved that the mood has lightened and pushing away the thoughts about her father, at the moment they only brought sadness and doubts that tormented her. Do not do. She would focus on the present that only made her laugh.
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I’m starting over on my rec list
I ended up dropping some of the comics I’ve recommended before, so I’m only going to recommend completed stories from now on.
A Shoulder to Cry On (Dongmul)
When Dayeol is framed for assault by Taehyun, he nearly loses his archery scholarship. But instead of feeling the least bit remorseful for nearly ruining Dayeol’s life, Taehyun starts to torment Dayeol even further.
I can’t tell you how much I hated Taehyun in the beginning of this story, but by the end, my heart belonged to him. I usually don’t like assholes with sad backstories as love interests, but Taehyun is the exception.
Trigger warning for self-harm.
Official English translation available on Lezhin.
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Fools (Yeongha)
Shounen Ai - After overhearing a fight that new student Jeongwoo had with his boyfriend, college senior Eungi finds himself becoming increasingly confused about his feelings toward Jeongwoo. Jeongwoo, meanwhile, fresh out of a long and rocky relationship, isn’t ready to act on his feelings toward Eungi. Commence awkward not-dates.
This is the most relatable depiction of the uncomfortable early stages of a romance that I’ve ever seen. It also shows how trauma from past toxic relationships can affect new, healthy ones. But it’s never too heavy-handed about it. It’s really funny at times, but also has its fair share of angst.
In the official English translation, their names are Edward and Justin, but I think it’s weird when they do that.
Official English translation removed by author from all official platforms.
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Heesu in Class 2 (Lily Zuzu)
Shounen Ai - Despite both being big dumb idiots who don’t know anything about relationships, Heesu and his next door neighbor Seung Won agree to help each other out with their respective secret crushes. Little does Heesu know, he is the real subject of Seung Won’s affection.
Heesu’s and Seung Won’s best friends are the best wingmen, and extra points for one of them being a well-written female character. My only complaint is that I wasn’t interested in the second couple at all, but if you tend to like side pairs, you’ll probably like them.
Official English translation available on Lezhin.
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How to Hate Mate (Reck, Yeongha)
Alternate Title: Hate Mate
Shounen Ai - Two years ago, Subin drunkenly confessed his feelings to his straight roommate, Hyunwoo. After that, Hyunwoo left for his mandatory military service, and Subin hasn’t heard from him since. Just when Subin is finally ready to move on, Hyunwoo reappears and things get complicated.
Listen. Hate Mate hurt me in a big way. Don’t read this if you’re looking for the warm fuzzies, because you will not find them here. I loved this story for its realism. All the characters are seriously flawed, and even though it ended the way I hoped it would, nothing feels fully resolved. This comic will hurt you and skip the aftercare. Anyways, have fun.
The authors announced that they are working on a second season, so I guess this one is technically ongoing. But if I don’t like the new ending, I’ll pretend season 2 didn’t happen.
Official English translation has been removed from Lezhin.
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Just Kidding (Cho Hyerim)
Alternate Title: A Strange Joke
Shounen Ai - Min Kim is an unremarkable college student who is firmly in the closet. Sijun is a heartthrob who, for reasons Min can’t fathom, has taken a sudden interest in him. As the two grow closer, Min can’t help but wonder if their connection is more than friendship.
This story holds a special place in my heart. It will have you ugly crying in one chapter and ugly laughing in the next. Min and his friends are a bunch of drunken dumbass college students in the best way.
Trigger warning for grooming.
Official English translation available on Pocket Comics.
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Roommates (Young Seok)
Shounen Ai - Kisub just needs to crash on Jinwoo’s couch for a few days, or months, or forever. Which is a problem, because Jinwoo has secret feelings for Kisub, and they’re bound to come out eventually.
Roommates is just too funny. The art style and story are pretty simple, but it has a lot of funny little details that make it relatable. Jinwoo is affected by the tiniest things that Kisub does, like putting a medication patch on his neck. Oh if he were an icy hot patch against that neck…
The second season is a new story, completely independent from season one. It’s not as light-hearted as the first season, but like it too.
Trigger warning for sexual assault in season 2.
Official English translation available on Tappytoon.
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Shape of Your Love (Park Nodeok)
Alternate Title: For Your Love
Shounen Ai - Jung Yohan thinks unrequited love is for idiots, but joke’s on him, because he’s the biggest idiot of them all. When Yohan realizes that his upperclassman Moogyeong has feelings for another guy, he makes it his mission to get the pair together. But the more time he spends with Moogyeong, the more he resents Moogyeong’s secret crush.
Yohan is easily the best thing about this manhwa. He has the greatest facial expressions. There is a spinoff involving two side characters from this story, but I haven’t read it and I don’t plan to.
Official English translation available on Pocket Comics.
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Someone Else’s BL Manhwa (Bbobariee)
Shounen Ai - Loner by day and cross-dresser by night, Kim Seunghee has managed to keep his double life a secret, until he’s caught in drag after a bad date by class president Park Seungtaek and class trouble maker Lee Kyubin. I’m not even gonna spoil who the pairings are, because it’s not immediately apparent.
Seunghee is a bit of a brat, but that’s part of his charm. He’s not for everyone, but he’s my favorite character. All of the characters turn out to be different from how they first seem, which I adore. There is a HUGE portion of the comic dedicated to the side pairing (hence the title) but both the main and side pairings are cute as hell.
This was one of the first BL comics that I read, so there’s a nostalgia factor there for me. I honestly love it too much to be objective about it. Do I love it because it’s good or is it good because I love it?
Official English translation available on Tappytoon.
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Soulmate (Bing Ke Ran, Wenzhi Lizi)
Shoujo Ai - 27-year-old Yu Qi has been dating Yuan Zi since college, but Yuan Zi’s health has been declining. When Yu Qi wakes up one morning ten years in the past, in her 17-year-old body, she decides to use it as an opportunity to meet Yuan Zi sooner and prevent her illness. Meanwhile, 17-year old Yu Qi wakes up in her present-day body and doesn’t know Yuan Zi.
This is such a sweet story. The girls are so cute together, and I love everything about Yuan Zi. A beautiful romance that will make you believe in soulmates.
Official English translation available on Tapas.
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Unintentional Love Story (Pibi)
Shounen Ai - Wonyoung is fired from his job after being falsely incriminated in a corruption scandal. By sheer luck, he happens to run into the company chairman’s favorite ceramic artist, Yoon Taejun, who has been living under an alias. He’s told he will likely get his job back if he could convince Taejun to partner with the company. Wonyoung tries to get close to Taejun without revealing that he knows his true identity. What he doesn’t plan on, though, is falling in love with Taejun.
This one is where the DRAMA is at. The story doesn’t ignore the fact that the relationship was built on a lie. It hurts so good.
Official English translation available on Lezhin.
#a shoulder to cry on#fools manhwa#heesu in class 2#how to hate mate#hate mate#just kidding webcomic#a strange joke webcomic#roommates webcomic#shape of your love#for your love manhwa#someone else's bl manhwa#soulmate manhua#unintentional love story#manhwa recs#webcomic recs#bl recs
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Frosty Ruins Glass Onion
It's a fairly recent movie so I avoided spoilers best I could but I recommend just not seeing this movie altogether because it was cancerously bad.
Now I'm not advocating we forget what happened in 2020 at all, I think we need to remember what they did to us,how retarded it was and how insane people behaved…however I don't want my entertainment to begin with reminders. This came out December of 2022 we've barely just gotten past this shit... I'm more sick of hearing about covid than I ever was from covid…so when something that's supposed to be entertainment begins with someone covering their face because a package is delivered to their door it fills me with rage and I already hate this movie. We went 2 years without a movie where everyone was wearing face masks why the fuck are we starting this horseshit now? Then for it to immediately cut to a CNN segment where the character is ranting about climate change I'd already be asking for my money back if I paid for this.
5 minutes in and we've already hit covid, climate change and feminism and I can already tell this is a Rian Johnson movie. I have no idea what's going on, who anyone is, why I'm supposed to care and the dialogue is weird and unnatural.
I get the sense the director is trying to be funny but I'm not sure because there's no actual jokes. Like there's a group of old people playing among us and the one guy is in a bath and someone asks him if he's in the bath again and he says no…get it because he is. It has the cadence and delivery of a joke but it's just nonsense.
I don't know if Batista is just the worlds shittiest actor or if Rian Johnson was just too much of a human vagina to ask him to redo a single line because there is better acting on a 90's cable access show. When he's playing a socially retarded alien its not as noticeable but when he's just playing a guy you notice how bad he sucks. Also his character is there to just be a caricature of what they call mens rights but based on how they portray him he's a caricature of just anyone who has a male audience because they don't actively shit on men and denounce masculinity. So from the acting to the heavy handed and out of place feminist strawmanning I hated this character. Makes me wonder if Rian Johnson has ever had a single miligram of testosterone in his body.
There was a moment that implies there was an easy covid cure that they only gave to a few small elites and friends. Now was this a moment of honesty masquerading as fiction from hollywood…or was it just a stupid plot device to reconcile that he decided to make the plot happen during covid without having the actors wearing masks the whole time. It really would have overshadowed everything else.Remember how insane people were about covid in 2020 and then imagine those people found out there wasa simple one dose cure...they thought thisshit was killing billions of people nobody would have given a shit about anything else. You're telling me the social media influence, the politician and the scientist just had no interest in a cure for covid in 2020. Either way Rian should have all his cameras and pens taken away from him forever.
Also what the hell happened to Edward Norton? Maybe it really is just Rian Johnson…because in this Norton sounds and looks like he's never been filmed before. I think of Edward Norton as making goofy movies he's in better and more professional, like he made the second iteration of Hulk watchable but here he looks like a lesbian they just pulled off the street, threw him into the movie and did all his lines in one take. He was terrible and when a good actor is terrible you have to look at the script and the director.
Nortons character goes on this rant about disrupting the system and calls everyone at this murder mystery thing a disrupter. A mainstream celebrity, a typical politician, a social media influencer, and a tech billionaire…these are all people he's saying disrupted the system? No these people are the system, these people are the system, getting fat on the system. He even says none of them want to disrupt the system…but then says right after that they are all disrupters of the system. It's the kind of pretentious, contradictory self congratulatory bloviating I'd expect from this douchebag directors dialogue.
The movie is so hard to watch because all the drama is contrived and irritating because none of the people are interesting or likeable. Not to mention that its a murder mystery movie where it takes an hour into the fucking thing for somebody to die and there's already been an annoying Rian Johnson "subversion of expectations" which is ironic because at this point nobody is expecting there to not be some gay twists.
This movie combines everything I hate about the director with everything I don't like about murder mysteries. They make the plots convoluted and use misdirects to keep you from guessing the outcome to the point that the outcome loses believability and it's sense of a cohesive plot. Writers go out of their way to ensure everyone is in some way a suspect and then the premise is made ridiculous. If you host a party of all your closest friends and someone tries to kill you there's no world where every single one of your closest friends is a suspect with evidence and a motive against them. It ruins my suspension of disbelief and comes across as contrived sloppy writing. Rian Johnson takes this weakness in the genre and amplifies it by a hundred because even in other genres he likes to throw reason and comprehensive writing to the wind for the sake of tricking the audience. Ironically knowing this going in I knew who the killer was going to end up being the whole time, so congrats Rian you wanted to be so unpredictible that you're predictible.
He does things like has the investigator say "only you can give me the last piece of the puzzle" right before that character is shot…but the audience is not given any of the information the character is supposed to have. The entire story is one big web of deus ex machina And delivered with the ham fist of paroxysms like a character shouting "What is reality!" after a reveal that the audience was already privy to. More wooden half asses attempts at infusing this train wreck with the semblance of comedy.
And after the reveal they somehow let the killer get close enough to destroy the only evidence they had. There's no way... they had to use a camera trick to make it more believable that someone they thought was a killer could close the gap quick enough and destroy the evidence that quickly because its just another impossible thing done for story convenience.
Also the story resolution was so stupid… nobody will testify for the murders for plot convenience but at the end they all suddenly change their mind for absolutely no reason…except that now is the time the director wants story resolution. He comes up with this convoluted way to get the murderer their just desserts but nobody thinks that they're just now casually rubbing elbows with someone they just all watched proved to be a murderer, nobody grabs a weapon nobody thinks oh they might try to kill again now that they were found out…they just carry on like they're all about to move on since they can't prove anything to the law... even though every single one is an eyewitness. Then instead of the next rational step being a violent solution nobody even thinks of it. What they did do was a crime anyway choosing to assassinate a reputation…which only might happen theoretically, just like them being found innocent in court is theoretical. Nobody behaves rationally, everything is contrived everything is stupid… this movie was fucking terrible. Rian Johnson is the worse director in the world.
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↳ 8 Shows To Get To Know Me
thank you @jyuubin for tagging me! sorry it took me a while to type this up.
i have decided to pick shows that i rewatch for comfort or keep me awake at night thinking about every little detail and emotion inside. here we go!
Bones (2005 - 2017)
i grew up with this show and i just love temperance brennan with my entire life. i love the smithsonians i love booth and brennan i love i love i love and i rewatched s1-s3 sooooooo many times because iykyk it just kills me in the best way everytime.
Because This is My First Life (2017)
my comfort feel good kdrama. i love how this drama focused on telling the stories of three women fighting for their dreams, and how every one of them had their own definition of happiness. oh i feel so much for the three of them and i love love love their love interests too. such a well-written show.
The Good Place (2016 - 2020)
another comfort and feel good show. the good place is fun, intelligent, and most importantly, kind. it came out during a time when we all needed that reassurance: that things can be changed. things can be better. things SHOULD be better. WE should be better, and we CAN be. i'd even say it's another version of everything everywhere all at once's philosophy. it also has chidi anagonye, the love of my goddamn life.
First Kill (2022)
if i were a zombie ♪ i'd never eat your brains ♪ a lesbian vampire x hunter show that got fucking cancelled by netflix bc netflix hates lesbians. i miss them sorely. this show was fun and intriguing, it has the right tone for teenage romance — dramatic and heart-wrenching. the cast is incredibly charming — gorgeous women from mothers to daughters and beautiful men too. talia burns you are everything.
Racket Boys (2021)
coming-of-age sports kdrama. i had a visceral reaction to insol when he [redacted] and then i had a mini phase where i had intense brainrots over haesol ( haekang x insol ) which in retrospect is sorta like me with palmchopper. you get what i mean? i still love insol very much and i still have brainrots about them in fact i'm looking at my gifsets right now.
The Get Down (2016 - 2017)
I WILL NEVER FORGIVE NETFLIX FOR CANCELLING THIS SHOW. the get down was about the bronx and the beginning of hip hop. ezekiel figuero and shaolin fantastic. mylene. dizzee kipling. i love them so much. so many iconic scenes and lines. justice smith has remained one of my fave actors since then.
Better Call Saul (2015 - 2022)
i watched this show during the airing of its final season bc it was all on netflix and i did not expect how easily i grew attached. i watched breaking bad a long time ago and never thought too much of saul goodman the funny lawyer, so i didn't rush to watch bcs when it first aired. but damn how glad i am to have binged it when it delivered its finale too. incredibly tight-knit and immaculate in writing and filming. the details are so intricate it's almost impossible to pull off but they managed. it's quite heavy from time to time, and such a tragedy too. but that's the story. and it does get the ending it deserved. i can say it's the best written tv show i've seen with such a long run.
Scissor Seven (2018 - )
happy, feel good, comfort show. it's a chinese animated series with a lot of canto humour, which just hits home for a canto like me. it follows the regular shounen anime formula but with less self-importance. it's just about a guy who wants to live a good life with people he cares about on this island he calls home. well, with the past coming back for his life.
tagging anyone interested!
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7 rebirth spoilers (on chapter 11)
complaining about a few things mostly
do not understand roche coming out all this way to fight cloud, clearly to the death to escape whatever fate is waiting for him, only for the fight to pointlessly end in him magically poofing into new clothes. i mean i get it, i get why the writers did it, scare cloud further. but like why do it this way youre just beating us over the head with a hammer at this point like i fuckin get it (cloud was also already effectively Terrified after what happened with tifa at the last reactor)
it was also just...goofy. like why not Kill Him because he js so desperate to not become like the others. but also him suddenly having a robe is going to send me thru the roof
also Do Not understand soldier degredation being such a heavy theme here when its about the EXTRA sephiroth related experiments hojo is performing on soldiers? as far as i can tell????? its starting to irritate the hell out of me bc thats not the same fuckin thing as regular soldier degradation. the way its being written is beginning to grate on me which is.....a bummer. i get its also partially to make new players over look certain things about clouds behavior, i assume, but thats also getting to be kind of frustrating bc my god there is nothing wrong with a hint of subtlety. really funny im saying that now when i was So afraid during remake they /wouldnt express his mental illness
think im extra frustrated about it bc the layout of the manor is still throwing me off on top of wondering why th hell i had to get sent into another one of hojo's underground labs. again, i get it. he experiments and makes monsters. got it. i think having So much experiment space takes away from the mansion itself and its role in the story, personally. need to check the map in crisis core to get my bearings about this
and doing one boss fight against an incredibly fast paced boss, forced to use a party member i Dont Use, and then walk out into ANOTHER fast paced boss fight. both of which were honestly, frankly, kind of pointless.
seeing Vincent become a monster was rad as hell but at the same time. why the fuck was i fightning vincent
going to be honest about this i dont really like cid or vincents role in this game. wishing they had either had introductions that led them to joining the party or just not been in the game at all
i know its like! cool to see them and fun and im sure just done for the fans and i dont Hate it so much as it just.....feels like a huge waste to do it this way. id rather them have plots that let me get to know them than waste their character introductions on cameos bc the devs know itll be another 5 years before they drop the next game. i can wait. id rather wait
IM JUST.....really thrown off by the pacing or the writing of this section of the game i guess 😔
i thought tifa and cloud by the bridge was really good. tifa sometimes throws me off in 7r but her lying straight to clouds face was great. so down for that
yuffies response when you get to the reactor was really good i liked that a lot too. tho i did think she was literally going to steal my shit and leave the party. i know she does that in 7 and i thought mayb this was going to be how they wrote it......which i woulda been so mad but not at the Writing. i kept saving every 3 seconds worried about it GBFBGH
think i just had too much of an expectation for what going in to the manor would be like and not only was that not met but it also wasnt very good. (the cid and vincent of it all isnt really related to that but it did solidify how i was already starting to feel in response to cids role in rebirth)
BBBLLGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGHH HHHHH HHHHHHHGGHGHH
#iv got to go off a little about this somewhere or ill lose my mind#also dont want it to sour the rest of my experience bc there is so much that i care about and am enjoying in this game#just a little frustrated#please do not misunderstand....#putting this as a read more for a reason#exorcising the demons
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the first, perhaps the only one in life?
ヴァニタスの手記 Vanitas no Karte
When I was browsing anime to watch last year, I got interested when I saw Vanitas no Karte visual then I checked a bit about it. I actually hesitated a bit when I found it's vampire theme/story. Not sure why, I never found myself really enjoying vampiric works, until I found Vanitas no Karte. I tried watching it because I like their visuals and it receives lots of good reviews (also Mochizuki Jun sensei). I really enjoyed it! I read its manga very soon after I finished its anime, read it from the beginning and I like it so much! I actually like Vanitas no Karte manga much more than anime but anime was very nice and enjoyable too, I wish they will adapt all till the end, お願いします ; ;
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ヴァニタス Vanitas
My most favorite character in Vanitas no Karte, Vanitas!! I adore him so, so much, he gives me lots of feelings. Free spirit, eccentric, mischievous but actually very kind, deeply broken and hates himself a lot. I'm not sure I can elaborate well on why I like him a lot, he just that special (my preference? I don't know). I really wish he will live long happily... ; ;
His reaction was hilarious when he began to realize his feeling for Jeanne, I love that moment. Knowing how much he hates his own self that makes him in so much disbelief that someone can love him gives a heavy feeling and somehow relatable, watching him in love is so, so... ;_; *feelings overload*
I love watching him with Jeanne so, so much! Both are very adorable and captivating. My fondness for Jeanne also grows the more I watch her. Vanitas and Jeanne was the first ever that made me feel that blood-sucking scene is hot >///< Their interactions, their relationship development makes me want to read Vanitas no Karte again, and again.
Relationship between two main protagonists, Vanitas and Noe, is interesting and another big charm point I enjoy following. Somehow I have a soft spot on Dominique, really hope she and Noe will be happy together... ><
Interesting story, captivating relatable characters, steampunk setting, I really enjoy watching their funny moments, adventures and I love watching their relationships!! Love their romances and relationship between two main protagonists. Vanitas and Jeanne, Vanitas and Noe (and Murr!), Noe and Domi. Vanitas no Karte surely on the list of manga I'm very (very) excited about.
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