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ushiwakatrash · 3 years
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Calling them by their names (Dekusquad)
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A/N: I love this trend on tiktok where you call your lover by their real names instead of endearments! I think it’s really cute and sweet uwu
!Warnings!: Cursing, suggestive implications (slightdom!Deku)
Bakusquad
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Midoriya Izuku  緑谷 出久
Cinnamon boyfriends are so fun to tease. People outside your relationship saw the both of you as complete opposites, you were confident and quite loud and you barely got injured unlike your green-haired boyfriend who would break bones every 10 seconds.
He was quiet and sweet and was always a nervous mess when he’s with you even if you’ve been dating for a year now. But let’s say... Deku isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks he is.
“Hey Midoriya, Aizawa-sensei told us to partner up for this assignment. Your room or mine?” you smiled sweetly only to be greeted by a nervous wreck of a boy. “S-sure, puppy. Anywhere you want”
You inched closer to his face before tilting your head “What’s wrong Midoriya? Do you feel sick?” Now the boy was on the verge of tears, lips clearly quivering. “What did I do to make you mad, puppy? C-can you tell me so I can fix it?” 
Your precious cinnamon roll was almost in tears and it was clearly your fault. It felt like you were even a bigger jerk than Bakugou ever was (and that says a lot). You quickly tackled your sweet broccoli to the ground while rubbing your cheek against his.
“I’m sorry baby! I just wanted to try calling you Midoriya to see how you’d react! Don’t cry!” Deku sat up and positioned you to straddle his lap. With a firm grip, he slightly squeezed your cheeks in one hand and made you look at him.
“I-Izuku?” He chuckled lowly “My puppy’s becoming quite the prankster. I think I need to put you back in your place.” He carefully set you down and stood up by himself. A single stern command slipped out of his mouth before he started walking away.
“Come.”
Iida Tenya  飯田 天哉 
THIS MAN DOESN’T EVEN FLINCH. Both of you have been tasked to clean the common area of the dorm this weekend “Iida, help me lift the couch please!” He drops what he’s doing and immediately goes to help you with a smile.
“Hey Iida, do you think yellow curtains would be better than green ones?” You raise the cloths in your hands and he leans closer to them to inspect further. “I think yellow ones would make the place look lively, darling. Choose that one.” He pats your head and continues vacuuming the carpets.
You just stand there, slightly pissed that he isn’t reacting the way you want to. He finally asks about it “By the way love, you like calling me by my last name now?” desperate to rile him up, you reply with a slightly sassy “Yeah I do”
You thought it would finally be time for his forehead to crease but instead, he let out a small chuckle “Alright” kissing your forehead and again returning to his share of chores. “Oh c’mon babe, you/re just gonna accept it just like that?!”
There he goes with his robot hands “Of course! You must know by now how much pride I have in the Iida family name, Y/n!” You mentally facepalm I FORGOT HOW MUCH OF A PRIDEFUL MAN THIS NERD IS!
You got and koala hug him because he may be a nerd, but he’s your nerd. “You’re such a nerd, but it’s cute, you human car” you kiss him on the cheek but he grabs your arms and forces you to sit on the couch.
If you think you’d both get down and do freaky freaky, then feel free to dream. The rest of the afternoon was spent with Iida explaining how his engines were WAY better than those of cars.
That pet name had never been said ever since that day.
Todoroki Shouto  轟 焦凍
Classes ended today like the usual, only, tomorrow Aizawa had promised the class one HELL of a quiz because they were a tad more rowdy today. Aizawa’s quizzes sure weren’t for the everyday, normal student so you really had to study.
You weren’t at the bottom but you were 3 places lower than your boyfriend Shouto. Walking together back to the dorms and hanging out in either of your rooms for a few hours have been a routine since you became a couple.
Today’s destination was the tatami room so both of you could sit and relax on the floor while studying together. How Shouto managed to transform his room into this was always the biggest mystery to you.
“It’s really amazing how you remodeled this room Todoroki. All i know is that you really did have to work hard for this to look like the one you have at home” your chuckles died down as you noticed that he didn’t respond, not even a glace was sent your way.
You tapped his shoulder “Hey, I was talking to you Todoroki” You pout and he gives and innocent look as if he really didn’t hear you. “Sorry, I thought I heard wrong” Maybe you should try again now that his attention’s on you.
He checked his phone from time to time and maybe he had received updates on his hero costume. “Did the tech department send you updates on your costume?” “Yeah, but they only adjusted minor stuff Angelpie”
You choked on your own saliva and maybe it was you who misheard this time. “Excuse me, WHAT?” “Why, is there a problem with it, Honeysnuggles?” Your toes start to curl up at the names your half and half boyfriend had started to call you. 
In one swift swipe, you snatch his phone from his hands only to reveal that he was on the internet searching for cringey and weird pet names. You faced him again and saw him having such a smug look on his face “I guess this wont be happening again right, Snookywooky?”
You could only scream Endeavor-style.
“SHOUTOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
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monaisdark · 3 years
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AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥
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haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!
➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader
➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial
PART 1
Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.
He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 
Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.
Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.
Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.
For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?
Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?
But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.
Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.
He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.
But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.
Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.
Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.
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You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.
You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.
But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.
Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.
Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.
Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.
Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.
Though you had completely other plans.
“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.
“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.
They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.
Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.
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Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.
“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.
“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.
“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.
“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?
“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.
After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.
Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.
“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.
“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.
“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.
“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.
“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.
Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.
Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”
“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.
“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”
Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”
You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”
Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.
Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.
He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.
Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.
Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.
He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?
As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.
You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”
He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.
Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”
You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.
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Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.
“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”
You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.
Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.
When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.
He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.
You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.
Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”
“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”
Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.
You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.
Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.
Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.
He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.
“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.
“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”
“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”
Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.
You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”
Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.
“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.
Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.
“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.
Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.
Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.
“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.
“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.
He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.
The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck
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iamapoopmuffin · 3 years
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Teen Titans Episodes Explained Badly
Divide And Conquer: Aight, first thing to establish here, you take any one Titan out of the equation and the entire team is fucked, thank you and goodnight.
Sisters: If you ever wanted to get your sibling arrested, here’s a handy dandy guide on how!
Final Exam: “Did you order a crack team of ace assassins?” “No.” “Great, here you go!”
Forces Of Nature: Some old dude convinces two teenagers who have never heard of stranger danger to start some fires
The Sum Of His Parts: Reject humanity return to robot
Nevermore: Journey to the centre of Raven’s brain
Switched: Anatomically accurate puppets give way to your classic body switch storyline
Deep Six: Beast Boy vs a hot guy. The Titans get wet.
Masks: A secret identity within a secret identity
Mad Mod: A cheerful reminder that school sucks and is full of creepy people. Also never trust British people.
Car Trouble: I steal your car I steal your car I steal your car I steal your car I st
Apprentice - Part 1: Slade, a bitter divorced father, hasn’t seen his children in a long time so he steals one of Batman’s children.
Apprentice - Part 2: Robin does not want to be Slade’s son
How Long Is Forever?: Back to the future
Every Dog Has His Day: I heard you like dogs so I traded your dog for a dog. Also if it’s green, it will love annoying Raven.
Terra: The Titans let a homeless girl crash on their couch and she tracks mud everywhere
Only Human: Atlas’ entire life is this one video game and he probably lives in his mother’s basement
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Date With Destiny: Sexual harassment ft. moths
Transformation: Puberty. That’s it, that’s the episode.
Titan Rising: Homeless girl joins team and doesn’t track as much mud around the house this time.
Winner Take All: Overgrown furry gremlin thing makes kids fight each other then shoves them inside a necklace
Betrayal: Bitter divorced dad ruins teenagers’ date
Fractured: Being from another dimension appears and accidentally turns the world into a crayon drawing
Aftershock - Part 1: Terra is evil? Terra is unyielding? I’m packing my little rucksack-
Aftershock - Part 2: You thought everyone was dead but no, they’re fine...wait, a volcano is erupting-
Deception: Cyborg goes back to school but it’s evil school
X: When your evil alter ego suddenly becomes a person in its own right.
Betrothed: Never let your sister plan your wedding
Crash: Get sick, eat everything.
Haunted: Robin gets poisoned and hallucinates vividly.
Spellbound: The dangers of getting way too attached to a character in one of your books
Revolution: History lesson on crack
Wavelength: Evil Academy 2 Electric Boogaloo.
The Beast Within: Reject humanity return to Bigfoot.
Can I Keep Him?: Please do not feed your silk worms mysterious alien goo.
Bunny Raven...Or...How To Make A Titanimal Disappear: “Hey kid, you wanna see a magic trick?”
Titans East - Part 1: A new Titans team but Brother Blood wants to make it Evil Academy 3 Steel City Drift
Titans East - Part 2: Hypnotism and violence. I hope you kids like the threat of death!
Episode 257-494: Fat nerd escapes into TV and becomes James Bond
The Quest: Robin gets advice from some talking animals
Birthmark: Slade is never getting invited to another birthday party.
Cyborg The Barbarian: Back To The Future but it’s the film where they end up way in the past. Cyborg falls for a dead girl. This boy is really not lucky in love.
Employee Of The Month: Beast Boy gets a job working for a talking cube.
Troq: The Titans help an intergalactic racist and don’t question it when he states they need to commit mass genocide for the good of the universe.
The Prophecy: Oh yeah also the world is about to end lol
Stranded: “Well thank fuck this planet happens to have an atmosphere we can all survive in.”
Overdrive: “I’ve started a gang. The current members are me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me.”
Mother Mae-Eye: Overbearing parent simulator
The End - Part 1: Satan comes to visit his daughter and burn everything.
The End - Part 2: Everything is on fire.
The End - Part 3: Raven tells her dad to fuck off.
Homecoming - Part 1: Meet The Parents, Beast Boy edition
Homecoming - Part 2: What would you give up to chase down a team led by a homosexual brain in a jar and his monkey boyfriend?
Trust: Madame Rouge melts in direct sunlight.
For Real: You ordered the Teen Titans, but we didn’t have it in stock. We’ve substituted and price matched Titans East, now without hypnotism.
Snowblind: Starfire helps Captain Russia™ face his radioactive personal demons
Kole: Jurassic Park but nobody gets eaten
Hide And Seek: Would you rather fight a giant gorilla or babysit children? Quickly now, we don’t have much time.
Lightspeed: No Teen Titans here, just bad guys and even worse flirting.
Revved Up: Basically Wacky Races.
Go!: “This is the story of how we met. Except I tell it better than Robin does, my version has pirates!” “God damn it, Beast Boy-”
Calling All Titans!: “Here’s every single hero we could get the rights to for this. We sure hope no-one’s got any evil plans for all of them...”
Titans Together: Oops, evil won. SIKE!
Things Change: Beast Boy harasses the fuck out of a girl who looks like his ex.
The Lost Episode: I hope you like music, ft. don’t trust British people 2 electric boogaloo.
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alienfuckeronmain · 3 years
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I mean I gotta ask for trinity fic thats like, THE episode
ON IT!!! this one got a little long so its also on ao3!
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It’s been two days since the incident on Doranda, and John is still avoiding Rodney. He moves around the city stiff-backed and steely-eyed, jaw a tense line whenever their gazes meet. Always on accident where John is concerned, of course, while Rodney thinks, look at me, please, just look at me, goddammit. Over and over again, one hundred times a day, but then—when it happens—it hits him like ice water. Stops his heart, chills him to the bone the way guilt sometimes does, because in his experience, guilt is the coldest fucking feeling there is. That icy curdled sickness of knowing you’ve let someone down. And in this case, not just anyone, but Sheppard, the closest thing Rodney has ever had to an honest-to-god best friend.
He didn’t even know that's what they were, before Doranda. He was afraid to put words to it, to how close they'd gotten, and he supposes the intimacy snuck up on him like the first frost of winter. Back to school, Halloween candy, roast potatoes, and then suddenly one morning, the ground hard and laced in snow. Months and months of it after that, like it was never going to thaw.
But even then, Rodney hardly realizes how integral to his daily routine John Sheppard has become, until he’s not there.
John is always snarking to his left, peering over his shoulder, body hot and heavy as it looms. And it would be too close if it were someone else, but it’s just John, so it’s okay. He refills Rodney's coffee, catches his references, mentions heroic feats they survived offworld for Rodney’s underlings to ooh and ah over, and so, yes, Rodney likes having him around, no matter how much he gets in the way or steals his candy bars or distracts the younger, less practical women on his team.
And that’s just when Rodney is working—they usually eat dinner together, too, sometimes with Teyla in the mess, but other times they bring their trays to the gaming room they discovered and stay up until dawn playing, arguing, rewatching classic horror and sci-fi, and battling over trivia until Rodney eventually wins, smug while John schools a grin behind his beer, like he knows Rodney is a bigger nerd, and he’s glad for it.
But two days have passed now, and he’s nowhere to be found. It hurts like a phantom limb, an unscratchable itch. Not just that John is angry with him but the absence itself. Rodney eats with Radek, and he retires afterward. He sleeps, eventually, without watching a single episode of something from the ‘60s, but mostly he lies awake, staring up at the dark nothing of his ceiling, thinking about John. Wondering if they’ll ever just hang out again, if it will ever be easy again, the way it’s always been so fucking easy.
Rodney has never just had someone like that. Had someone who wants to spend time with him. Who does the work to spend time with him. The seeking out and peeling back layers and calling out bullshit and sticking around even when none of that works. It is very on brand, Rodney thinks, for him to stumble into something so effortlessly good and then blow it all up in a single night. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, nothing but a mushroom cloud and an empty, smoking crater where John Sheppard once stood, too close.
On the third day, John shows up at his quarters sometime after midnight, dark circles under his eyes and a painted-on frown. Rodney sputters at him. “Um. Hi?” he spits out, tightening his bathrobe around his body defensively, moving away from the door to let John in. “Is there something—”
“I just wanted you to know,” John says before plopping down resolutely on the couch, eyes sweeping the mess of Rodney’s room, maybe judging, maybe just—maybe just looking. Searching. Trying to find something. “That I’m not even mad at you.”
It sits there, heavy and dark like a thunderhead, rumbling threateningly but refusing to actually break.
“Um, okay? Am I supposed to say thank you?” Rodney eventually ventures, but it’s too shrill, too sharp, and he doesn't want John to leave, so he clears his throat and tries again. “I mean. It would be fair, you know. If you were mad at me.”
“Yeah,” John mumbles, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah, I know. But I’m not. I’m just. I’m mostly mad at myself.”
Rodney’s throat is thick, his palms sweaty, but he forces himself to sit down beside John anyway. “You didn't do anything wrong, though.”
John snorts. “I should have stopped you. I knew I should have stopped you, but—but you get so swept up in things. And I. I get swept up in you,” he says, shrugging, tilting back to look at Rodney and god, his eyes are so fucking wide and dark and broken open right now that it hurts to behold the black of them, his pupils stained in pain like he’s confessing something. But Rodney has no fucking idea what. The blood is rushing in his ears, deafening him. All he can feel is the guilt and its icy tide coming in, capsizing over his head, punishing him even if John won’t.
“You’re not my handler,” he spits out, the word bitter, barbed. “I should have stopped myself. I should have listened. And most importantly, I shouldn’t have put you in the position I did.”
John stares, blinks. His mouth twitches down at the corners—or maybe up, into some sort of sarcastic smile, but Rodney doesn’t let himself look at John’s mouth very often, not intentionally anyway, so he’s not sure. Their gazes lock and throb, or maybe that’s just the blood in Rodney’s palm as he clenches and unclenches a fist in his lap. “Are you—do you get what I’m saying?” John asks quietly then, a line creasing through his brow.
Rodney swallows, and it clicks solidly in his throat. “You’re saying you feel guilty. And I’m telling you, you shouldn’t. That it was all me. You tried to stop me, and I wouldn’t take no for an answer, and I was wrong, and I fucked up, and you're not mad, but you should—you should be.” John shakes his head, and yeah, he is smiling then, harsh and self-effacing. Rodney wants to wipe it off with his forearm, his thumbs, his— “Say something, please,” he begs instead, because he can’t look at John anymore, he can’t. It was unbearable when he thought he’d pushed him away by letting him down, but this, this is worse. “I don’t want you to blame yourself, I want—”
“You know what I want?” John interrupts, tongue a flash of pink over his lips, terrible and fast like lightning, and Rodney’s gaze sweeps up to the ceiling, somewhere safe, somewhere neutral, somewhere that doesn’t make him fucking crazy. He counts because counting is good. Clean. Absolute. 20, 19, 18, 17, he thinks. 12, 11, because parts of him are moving more quickly than others.
“What do you want?” he asks the ceiling, prayer-desperate and tattered.
He can feel John staring at him. At his throat, his shoulder, his body. John’s eyes sweeping across the whole of him, raking like a rototiller, turning over his soil, exposing him to the sun. 10, 9, 8. He feels like they’re hurtling toward detonation. Like something is going to explode. Implode. Rupture indelibly and permanently, and they will not be the same, not after this. Not after 5/6 of a solar system was destroyed, not after this conversation about…whatever it’s about. Rodney refuses to look at it dead on. Refuses to acknowledge there are ways to lose John Sheppard that he hasn’t even thought about and worried over yet. “Just. Just tell me what you want,” he repeats again. 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,
1. “I just—I want to play a round of computer golf, I don’t know. Watch a movie,” John eventually murmurs, voice muffled by his own palms. Then, “I want to go back to the way things were.”
Rodney lets out a long, shuddering breath, relief washing over him, warm alongside the ice of the guilt until they cancel each other out into something tepid, tolerable. “Yeah, okay, I’d. I’d, um. I’d really like that,” he murmurs.
John stands, then squeezes his shoulder, his touch a solid and burning thing. Rodney has to clench his teeth to steel himself against it, his heart leaping to bash against the inside of his ribs.
“How about A New Hope?” John offers.
And all Rodney can do is nod.
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black-rose-writings · 3 years
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Reading Siege and Storm because I hate myself
To begin, I’d like to state that this is my first read-through and I only have vague idea of the plot I’ve gathered from fanfics and tumblr posts.
Long post ahead
Chapter 1
So... at first I was like - huh, this isn’t as bad as I thought, but the moment Alina gets introspective, it all goes to hell.
Like, she’s being physically made sick by not using her powers, which is making her feel useless - like, she says, pretty much verbatim: “The only thing I was ever good at was being a Sun Summoner and I’m not that anymore.”
I’m gonna beat those paragraphs over the head of anyone, who says Alina got a good ending.
I’ve also noticed just how often the like “I pushed that thought away” is used and more often than not, it’s used on thoughts that should probably not be pushed away.
Ah, yes, here he comes, my boy Darkles, being the dramatic bitch he always is. We get it, you’re the hot villain, tempting the good and pure heroine away from being good and pure.
And I’m just now realizing how many times in this chapter has Alina lamented their lack of privacy. We have to ensure the reader doesn’t hink she’s *gasp* sleeping with Mal.
Chapter 2
What?
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Alina is tripping balls while being put under by a Heartrender, got it.
Darkling is being the voice of reason, but I’m getting the distinct feeling it won’t last.
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Ivan gets one point, because Alina is in fact a traitor, but he’s also being a cunt, so it doesn’t really count.
Alina at Sturmhond: Do you even care about Ravka?
Me at Alina: Do you?
Chapter 3
“Mermaids are not real”. I’m pretty sure they are in the Grishaverse.
My boy Darkles is still making sense, but Alina is dedicated to being against him just for the hell of it, it seems.
Did this bitch just throw a tantrum, because he told her, what we can assume is the truth? Okay. Like, I get that she’s at best 18, but still. Not exactly the type of protagonist whose head I like being in.
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And in that moment, dozens of smut fics were born.
Chapter 4
Wow, that was quick.
Aaand. What had just happened?
Chapter 5
Sturmhond is a funny bitch, I’ll give him that.
And this entire conversation, it seems like Mal’s entire purpose is to stand behind Alina threateningly and repeat what she said, lol.
I’d like to remind Alina (and LB) that a king in an absolutist monarchy (which is what Ravka appears to be) is very much a tyrant. Don’t make it sound like Ravka didn’t have a tyrant before. And at the very least, my boy Darkles seems pretty competent.
A man calling himself a Storm Dog likes dogs. No shit.
Chapter 6
I hate Mal. Dude, this is your girlfriend, maybe like... listen to her? Don’t bludgeon her with the one other guy she was kinda-sorta with, when you are a well known manwhore?
I don’t know man, I don’t like him.
Everyone: You can’t have more than one amplifier, it’s dangerous.
Alina: Haha, sparkles go brrrr
Chapter 7
In other news, pirates are funny.
Holy shit, they have a plane.
That was... a lot. And we’re crossing the Fold again, yay.
Chapter 8
You feel bad for the Volcra but not for the people you’ve left for dead in the Fold last time? Okay.
Baby Volcra. Am I supposed to say “ew” or “aww”? If I tried doing both at the same time, it would probably sound like one.
Jesus fucking Christ this book is a ride.
Did Alina really just have an “oh no, he’s hot?” moment? *sighs*
Puppy boy has a title longer than Daenerys, jesus.
Alina, my dear, you could have waited for a bit before doing that. There’s like thirty soldier with guns around you and you’ve just punched a prince.
Then again, you’ve never been smart, have you?
Chapter 9
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For once, I completely agree with him. I know you two have lost your one shared braincell on that first crossing of the Fold but still, that was very dumb of you, Alina.
I’m starting to get why people were calling Nikolai “Darkling light”. Definitelly seems appropriate.
Mal, calm the fuck down, that was the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard and you know it.
You two didn’t even let Alina get a word in for the last page. What right do you have to her, Mal, huh? Nikolai is making sense and you’re being an idiot.
What’s your deal Mal? What the fuck do you want?
And why in the hell are you the endgame love interest?
That’s an awful lot of guilt-tripping you’re doing there, Mal. No need to be pissy about it.
Chapter 10
The bones thing is definitelly yikes.
Saints, Mal, are you on your period or something? Alina doesn’t belong to you. Alina can make her own choices. Get a grip.
“You think I’m like the Darkling?” Yes. The Darkling isn’t all bad. You’re at war. No need to get your panties in a twist over a few fingers.
Oh, look, Alina has a cult now, nice.
Chapter 11
Your “dad” is a rapist, Nikolai. Quite possibly a pedo. He got exactly what he deserved.
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I’d go for the second option. Especially after that stunt. Jesus, you could have asked her beforehand.
At least Darkles had the decency to make out with her in private.
Also like... why is every single person in this series so far an asshole?
Chapter 12
We meet the King again, unfortunately.
Alina gets Darkles’s old job.
This should be a total disaster, but let’s see where it goes anyway.
Chapter 13
Alina’s nuts, yay.
(I know they have a Force-bond-thingy. I also know they did it before Reylo did.)
Chapter 14
Oh boy, Alina’s not doing as bad as I thought.
For the 100th time in this book, I wish I had Nikolai’s confidence. Though it is getting a bit too much.
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Puppy boy is dropping some truth bombs. Nice.
But he doesn’t realize that my boy Darkles has very good reasons to not align with Fjerdans - a) they think he’s a demon and b) they want Grisha dead.
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I’m not gonna say she was, but like... the monarchy is very much corrupt.
Oh, boy, Baghra. This one’s gonna go well.
Yep, Baghra’s as pleasant as ever.
So... Baghra’s plan in book 1 really had been to just have Alina run away and hope for the best? Jesus Christ, lady. I’m not saying she deserved to have her eyes taken away, but she is definitelly a trash person and I’m not surprised her son turned out the way he did.
Also, I’m fairly certain that Baghra is literally slowly killing herself - that the reason she looks so old and frail is because she’s started to supress her power and it’s literally killing her, because, you know, she’s bonkers old.
Chapter 15
Nerd Alina > Self-pitying Alina
Also, I’m just saying, Alina comments on Zoya being attractive a whole lot - I get that she’s meant to be insecure, but I’m interpreting it as her being gay, because I need some happiness in my life, okay?
Just kill the sleazy old Rasputin-wanna-be. There’s plenty of them to go around in this series.
Chapter 16
Vasily takes after his father in creep factor.
Why not the Darkling being courted by a horny prince? Be a bit creative.
Chapter 17
Nikolai has big ADHD energy and I love him for it. Fits right in with the heavily autism-coded Fabricators.
*sighs at heteronormativity again*
*sighs at improper gendering of titles*
Date night with Mal. This is gonna be a disaster, isn’t it?
Chapter 18
Fun night of cultural appropriation, yay.
I hate cultists.
LET. ALINA. GO. FERAL. Please.
You two are going to give me a headache, I swear.
Darkles cockblocking Alina. And Malice threw a tantrum. Nice.
Chapter 19
You’re way too harsh on Genya, Alina.
Horny Alina rights.
They have a laser, now. Cool. Or, well, enormously hot.
Mal is being a drunk a-hole. Great. When does he become likable? Does he ever?
Banter between Mal and Alina? Kinda weird, always somehow comes back to either of them being insecure.
Banter between Alina and Nikolai? I’m all for it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a Darklina trash, but like... Nikolai is fun. I could see him and Alina having an arranged political marriage and ending up falling in love years into it, that’s all I’m saying.
Chapter 20
Just let this one go, Alina, please. You two are not working out. Please, end it with him. You’ll both probably be happier. (I’m saying this with the full knowledge that Malina is endgame).
Jesus Alina, get your shit together. You have every right to be mad, because you two didn’t actually break up, you didn’t kiss Nikolai and also, I don’t like Mal.
Sooo... when is Alina going to realize her manchild of a boyfriend is an amplifier?
Chapter 21
Alina has the horny sickness, lol.
Jesus Christ, girl, I don’t want to read your vaguely suicidal thoughts.
Mal, you fucking idiot.
Alina, stop defending Mal.
Chapter 22
Alina has a logical thought? Impossible.
Finally, some action.
Chapter 23
Oh, boi, this is going great.
Oh, boi, Alina’s having another martyr moment.
And, we’re done.
Finally.
That was a ride. Nothing really happens for like ten chapters and then everything happens in one and a half.
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blueartwren · 2 years
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ive decided to watch the ace attorney anime. heres my live reaction
EP 1
not phoenix still having the charm he shares with miles :') also not him riding his bike like a NERD
how did i not process that aaa (lol) was going to have its own opening??? sunflowers?? im so confused
i miss mia deeply why did she have to die
"because i owe him a favor" unless you're actually referring to miles, phoenix, thats such a weird way of saying that you and larry have known each other for years and you are very sick of and used to his bullshit
oh nvm he is referring to miles. who has nothing to do with this case lol
why is the courtroom rendered so much more than any of the characters i really hate when shows do that
wait why is he saying larry is the one who motivated him to become an attorney??? this is a lie excuse me i know my naramitsu trivia
im going to need to relearn everyone's name
did we like never address that larry was accused of murdering his girlfriend? that is very traumatic we don't give him enough credit
crunchyroll ads are glitching all over the place 🙄
ohhh i love the fact that its the same music as in the games and all of the effects and dramatic eye slash cuts
why can the witness airbend when he points at people??
"how can i fail you, after coming so close?" i love how all of this dramatic monologuing is actually about miles
ok im a big fan of the 'full story' section i appreciate the closure
EP 2
why is this episode inexplicably in english??? what??? like i appreciate it but im immensely confused
dramatic commercial -> cuts to maya sobbing in a cell
MILES I MISSED YOU!! but your hair looks terrible why is it so big
nick and maya's friendship is everything to me. like name a franchise with a better m/f friendship. double dumbass energy while also being incredibly smart
EP 3
"so you believe the victim died and then wrote down the name??" "uh... i guess? kinda weird." girl why is this so much funnier than the game
"the report was changed from died instantly... to pretty much instantly" BRO WHAT IS THIS IM CACKLING
*april appears* *everyone gapes at her but miles* (maya i saw that)
TEENAGE MIA AND BABY MAYA???
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AHHH
EP 4
why does maya look like that when she channels mia 😩 i love ace attorney but their sexualization of women in some places AND the way they treat spanish and hispanic people is terrible
not miles having a mental breakdown at losing lol
EP 5
about to torture myself by watching/reading the will powers case for the FIFTH time. i literally hate this case with a passion its so long why
what in gods name is von karma doing here already??? i thought he didnt show up until next case
i love phoenix's voice. it fits his character so well
the amount of chaos in this anime is unmatched. phoenix's constant exasperation, gumshoe being mad about everyone getting his name wrong. i love this
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ultraericthered · 3 years
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AssClass Cast Evaluation
Korosensei - Best teacher, best character
Tadaomi Karasuma - Team Dad, badass pro with a badass voice
Irina Jelavic - Professor Bitch, she’s inept and bitchy and we love her
Nagisa Shiota - Precious Femboy, kind but skilled, uncertain of his future and possesses a hidden bloodlust due to his horrible home life
Kaede Kayano - Best Girl, is hilarious and a delightful little ray of sunshine until she drops the act and becomes a scary psycho killer
Karma Akabane - Smiling sadist who screws around with people, appears edgy but is actually real chill and a nicer guy than he lets on
Tomohito Sugino - Baseball Boy, has friends in high places despite being in E Class and seems to have an unrequited crush on Kanzaki
Manami Okuda - Poison Nerd, cute glasses-wearing wallflower who’s not that into having to hurt or kill people despite being good at it
Hiroto Maehara - Outdoorsy Carrottop Playboy, not much else
Sosuke Sugaya - Gray haired and artsy savant, not much else
Yukiko Kanzaki -  Beautiful Class Idol who’s actually a hardcore Gamer Girl and a hangout junkie, both guys and girls crush on her
Meg Kataoka - Studious, serious overachiever tomboyish girl who tends to act as everyone’s big sister and is real skilled with weapons
Touka Yada - A Very Tricky Lesbian, close friend to Kataoka and (in the manga) a personal protégé of Professor Bitch
Hinano Kurahashi - Outdoorsy Carrottop Playgirl who’s an animal lover and even finds creepy crawly insects to be cute
Rinka Hayami - Stoic Sniper Girl, often partnered with Chiba.
Ryunnosuke Chiba - Stoic Sniper Boy, often partnered with Hayami
Hinata Okano - Tomboyish athlete, not much else
Yuuma Isogai - He’s Prince Charming! and a natural born leader
Ryouma Terasaka - Bullying Punk With A Heart Of Gold, was a cruel, uncaring jackass at the start but he grows into a true friend
Takuya Muramatsu - Terasaka’s Goon #1
Taisei Yoshida - Terasaka’s Goon #2
Kirara Hazuma - Creepy Goth Delinquent Girl, Terasaka’s Goon #3
Kotaro Takebayashi - Literally Joe Kido from Digimon Adventure
Sumire Hara - Chubby but tough and friendly girl, not much else
Rio Nakamura - Hilarious Pervy Troublemaker Girl who loves to tease others, especially Nagisa, and gets along well with Karma
Kouki Mimura - Generic Guy/Cannon Fodder, nothing more
Taiga Okajima - Pervy Guy who’s always serving as the Buttmonkey
Masayoshi Kimura - JUSTICE! That’s his real name. Not much else.
Yuzuki Fuwa - 4th Wall Breaking Manga Fangirl who’s still a Manga Fangirl even when the series is an anime rather than a manga
Ritsu - Adorable Self-Aware AI chick, largely just comic relief
Itona Horibe - Korosensei’s “little brother”, a surprisingly adorkable edgelord who fits right in with Terasaka’s gang of hoodlums
Gakuho Asano - The Big Bad Principal of Kunugigaoka, a creepy yet magnificent foil to Korosensei and the best villain in the series
Gakushu Asano - The Big Bad Principal’s Son, Karma’s archrival
Teppei Araki - Pretentious Know-It-All in Asano’s Big Five
Ren Sakakibara - Charming Poet in Asano’s Big Five
Natsuhiko Koyama - Ugly Teenage Mad Scientist in Asano’s Big Five
Tomoya Seo - Vulgar Piece Of Shit in Asano’s Big Five
Kazutaka Shindou - Star Baseball Player, becomes E Class’ Mole
Nobuta and Chousuke - Kunugigaoka’s resident Bulk and Skull
Kunudon - Asshole School Mascot, out of a job now (hooray!)
Lovro Brofski - Bitch’s Russian Mentor, was dead until he wasn’t
Red Eye - Damaged War Vet Hired Gun who Korosensei reformed
Smog, Grip, and Gastro - Not-So-Bad Bad Guys hired by Takaoka
“Reaper” - Failed protégé of Korosensei, fails to live up to the hype
Shiro/Kotaro Yanagisawa - A Completely Sick, Twisted, Evil Bastard
Akira Takaoka - THE MOST VILE CREATURE IN THIS SERIES
Hiromi Shiota - Nagisa’s Mom, a narcissistic abusive parent who Should Not Be Allowed Around Kids EVER
Aguri Yukimura - Korosensei’s Lost Lenore who Deserved Better
Sakura Kiyashiki - Miniature Sakura Haruno who crushes on Nagisa
Matsukaka - Elderly Headmaster with great reactions to shit
Asano’s Former Students - Poor Bbys :(
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just-a-tiny-ghost · 3 years
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The "tip of the hair” thing from anime characters.
We all know these characters who have funny hair color ranging from bright pink to sparkling white, passing by mysterious purple. It’s almost an unspoken rule not to ponder too much on the color of characters’ hair, because it’s so cool!
Here are some theories/possibilities on the reasons behind the tip of the hair!
(Please do not take any of these seriously)
Warnings: please do not take this seriously, fight scene, 5 scenarios within the theories, last scenario being just plain mean… (~4k words)
Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Kocho Shinobu, Yushiro, Tokito Muichiro, Yashiro Nene, Ishigami Senku, Akugatawa Ryuunosuke, Zenin Naoya
1st part: It’s naturally like this. “The ‘natural’ hair color”
It’s just like childhood blond people.
The people who are born blond, live through their childhood being blond and then, treason. Their roots start to darken, spreading the brown over the blond and they are no longer Primrose but Katniss. And it’s difficult, you know, to explain that they are blond because they are going through a strange phase where they no longer know the color of their own hair (*sniff*, just kidding).
So, it’s just like this, the roots are brown but often the tip of the hair is of a lighter color (blond, even ginger in certain places). You take this, and you reverse it, making so that the roots are lighter, and tips are darker.
Example: Kita Shinsuke, Haikyuu
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Here you have baby Shinsuke, with the same natural hair color as when older.
(psst, imagine also if during summer his hair darkened more, just like people have them more blond).
It’s a new kind of molecule. (Part 1)
There was a mutation, the melanin mutated help! Other than the eumelanin (dark/brown) and the pheomelanin (red/yellow), another one appeared giving people crazy (cool) hair color! What’s more is that this one actually moves.
Example : Kocho Shinobu, Demon Slayer
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Notice first, this beautiful purple. What do we also notice? The ratio and the defined line, just as if all hair should go from black to purple at the same exact point.
This is NOT a coincidence; this molecule can travel. I will explain that; so, we notice that younger Shinobu’s hair are shorter than when she is 18/19. However, as her hair grow longer there is more purple that is appearing? Shouldn’t there be lesser purple? No and we can thank this new, heroic molecule.
New systems developed inside the follicle, and they can sense, perceive the ratio of the colors. As the hair grow longer, more of this molecule will be created and sent to the extremity of the hair, allowing Shinobu to always have the same black/purple ratio on all the affected hairs, which explain the clear line as they are roughly the same length.
It’s a new kind of follicle. (Part 2)
And a lazy one at that! While working efficiently at the beginning, it soon becomes so lazy that it thought about just letting the regular black/brown/ginger/blond color instead of continuing working hard to color the hair a beautiful shade.
Example: Tokito Muichiro, Demon Slayer
(In his case, the follicle just forgot)
The Marie-Antoinette syndrome
The Marie-Antoinette syndrome is when someone hair suddenly turn white due to an intense stress.
The name came from folklore about the hair of Queen Marie-Antoinette of France (1755-1793), who during the night before her execution by guillotine, had her hair turn white in her cell due to stress.
The Marie-Antoinette syndrome could have had another name as Thomas More in 1535 also had his hair suddenly whitening the night before his execution, there were several cases of the syndrome throughout history, but no research suggests that we can lose hair color overnight. Yet, stress do cause hair to whiten, not overnight, but progressively.
Example: (well, might as well go with the same manga) Yushiro, Demon Slayer
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I’m actually pretty sure this is due to stress as before meeting Tamayo he was sick and he may have had a time where all his hair were black, but the stress just came back when he realized how much he loves Tamayo and how many potential rivals he could have (lol). (assuming his hair continue to grow, but we know it’s not *sigh*)
So, this was all for now for the “natural” hair color part. Now, just imagine them just after they cut their hair.
You tilt your head sideways, examining Shinsuke’s hair while sipping your juice from under the shadow of the peach tree.
The sun was scorching, obliging him to wear his hat while gardening but not preventing you from taking sneak glances at his new hairstyle —diligently cut by his grandmother— the missing black color at the tip of his hair still slightly disturbing you.
When you saw him that day, your accustomed-to-seeing-him brain went into a frenzied panic assuming a non-existing threat from the sudden change in the pattern of his hair. You, without having a choice, followed behind this archaic brain of yours, metamorphosing into a stuttering, eyes-avoiding mess when your heart won the fight with your brain and decided that this would fluster you.
The day was spent in his bedroom, playing with his hair sometimes brushing them in the opposite direction, their straightness prickling your palm sometimes just rolling a strand between your fingers, eyes prying for even the tiniest spot of black leading you to conclude that they had all been cut off.
Your view of your boyfriend is suddenly blocked… by the face of said boyfriend. The blank stare on him was too much, as it was all he saw whenever he turned around to check on his resting girlfriend, leading him to come nearer.
“Hey, are you feeling all right?” He approaches his hand to you head, brushing your baby hair out of your face. “Even with a hat and sunscreen, maybe the sun was too strong? We can go inside and rest if you want to.”
You pull him to sit next to you, taking his hat off by the process and raising your head to scan the sky through the branches and leaves protecting you both.
“Nah, I’m okay,” you reach behind you and dive your hand in the cooler, grabbing a cool bottle of water, “you should drink a little though and we have to go back soon granny is going to worry, and I don’t want her to come outside to search for us in this kind of weather.”
You battle a little bit and screw off the cap to hand the bottle to him, which he takes and grace your fingers with a kiss right after.
“I am still not used to not seeing the black tips in your hair. Sorry I was staring,” you apologize.
He laughs it off, internally relieved that you were not mad or rehearsing a prank forged with the twins in your head.
He still had some influence on them and intimidating them was not a problem. He also could retaliate without an ounce of guilt.
But while he could scold you —it is fun to see you being apologetic and trying to be forgiven, your pranks were rather mild too—he could never be mad too long, as your pranks were just, well kind. If the twins are not involved.
“I can understand. Look at me as much as you want, I’m here for this as well after all.” He stands up and pulls you up after closing and putting the strap of the cooler on his shoulder.
“Let’s go home.” And you follow him, carefully placing both of your hat to protect you from the sunrays.
“Wait a little bit and you will see; the roots will grow black at first and it will soon be as usual.”
“Really?!”
Three days later, his hair was green, courtesy of the twins giving you ideas.
2nd part: It is not natural.
Well, we could just say, it’s the power of something that made it like this bla bla bla (well, I mean it’s the author who chooses).
But nah, it’s no fun if we do not make theories! Because the world is… *whisper* conspiracy. Let’s forget the wig too for now.
Well, let’s start with something basic: it’s simply dyed.
Maybe the characters just thought it was cool to have them dyes like that and this could work for a lot of them, even in the less recent times as people started to dye their hair even 1500 BC. 300 BC prostitutes in the Roman Empire already dyed their hair blond too, using ashes of burned plants or nuts and in 2014 artificial-looking hair color became a trend! (https://www.byrdie.com/hair-color-history)
Exemple : Yashiro Nene, Toilet-bound Hanako-kun
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Nene-chan obviously is a hopelessly romantic teenager, and I am sure that she wants to follow trends just like she wants a boyfriend for the sake of, well, having a relationship at the beginning of the story.
So, pretty sure that with Aoi’s influence (she has the real power… help) they decided to dye the tip of her hair green in middle school.
(psst, PS: Aoi also tried to dye one strand green but her hairs were too dark, we can only distinguish the color when focusing)
(re psst: Akane directly noticed it).
Okay, a little funnier now. It’s because of an experimental failure, so a new kind of chemicals.
Example: Ishigami Senku, Dr Stone
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So, we know that he is a science nerd. And we know that he experiments a lot. Let’s just imagine mini-Senku, seeing his father and wondering why the hell does he resemble a radish? 
Then, mini-Senku trying to synthesize a greenish hair dye (because he wants to look like a leek), but failing, not because it doesn’t take the color, but because it stays.
Do you know what’s even funnier? He failed it when he was young, like ridiculously young (he is in first grade here, so 6/7 years old and already a fan).
So just imagine 5/6 years old Senku, just having his hair up and green one day and he understands that they will always be like this.
It’s due to their power <3
Maybe kind of a side-effect of their power, we could think of Todoroki (Shoto) whose fire side have red hair and white in the ice side, so simply a cool consequence of cool powers.
Example: Akugatawa Ryuunosuke, Bungo Stray Dogs
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Okay, so this is cannon, I’ve decided so. We all know he was poor, but like slums poor so he could just not afford to buy hair dye also there is no point in doing so.
BUT! During one of his fight, it happened. Rashomon ate the melanin at the tip of his hair. And since then, he decided it was cool and will keep it like this forever.
Scenarios! (・ω<)☆
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“A-are you sure it’s like that?”
“Of course, it is, just trust me Nene-chan~”
They were clearly messing things up. The shower curtain laid there, ripped off its place, soppy and stained green at some places.
The sink, crowded with various face products, hair accessories, nail polish and a myriad of different-colored eyeshadows from just as much different pallets. Clothes lingered on the floor, creating little mountains of fabric and you were wise enough to avoid stepping on one in fear of being stabbed by a lost hairpin.
In the middle—rather the left corner—of this mess stood your two friends, the stool having been knocked off by a panicked Nene made you worry about her tripping on it. Facing her was a smiling Aoi hands stuck on too-big plastic gloves and a bottle of hair dye in her hands.
“I thought I told you both to wait for me,” you sighed. “Here Aoi-chan, gimme the bottle and the gloves. Nene-chan, catch this.”
You threw your package to her, which she missed, and the cloth unfolded revealing the cape you borrowed from your father’ barber shop. You hanged the curtain up again and went back to the now wearing the cape Nene— you just named teepee-Nene.
You slipped on the gloves and verified the mixture they prepared. Deeming it good and usable, you began to separate the strands of Nene’s hair, clipping some up and untangling some burdensome ones.
Then, as she already applied the protecting product, you began to spread the dye on her tips, visualizing the lovely ombré she wanted.
From the corner of your eyes, you noticed Aoi growing bored by each new stroke of brush.
“Do you want have a dyed strand too? Though it could not take well because of the color and the washing you just did,” you offered.
“Yes!” she eagerly accepted, immediately pointing at a random point on her head. “Plus, we can trust you at one hundred percent!”
“Of course,” you chuckled, “I am used to do this.”
“You did most of your colors by yourself, yeah?” Nene asked.
“Yup,” you confirmed. “But my parents were okay with it, were almost encouraging me to do so, bleh. Contrary to some middle-schoolers I know.”
You yelped, escaping from Aoi’s traitor finger that just poked your side. Nene grinned, “Well, as miss high-school first year helped us, you are an accomplice. Don’t think you can escape being punished with us, (Y/n).”
Shaking your head, you went back to her, lightly pinching her arm through the cape and focusing on your task with the girls’ chatting serving as your background noise.
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“We should dye your hair too, (Y/n)!” The girls’ eyes sparkled.
“No do so kids.” You discarded the dye bottle in your hand. “The dye doesn’t work anymore, should have requested this sooner.” Ignoring their complains, you walked out of the bathroom, walking to the kitchen for some snacks.
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It was an ordinary day at the Ishigami household. Byakuya had checked his list, little shoes at the entrance, check. Clean living room and table, check. A walking Senku-sized mop, check. Groceries for dinner, check.
Byakuya turned around, checking again. Ah, he forgot the yogurts. Would it be weird to go back to the convenience store? They could skip yogurts for once, it wasn’t essential. What was important, however…
“Senku!! What happened to your head?!” He dashed to his son, grabbing his shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Wait you didn’t actually dive into a suspicious liquid right?” He paused. Then thought. He stared at him. “No, even if you want to test something you can’t just bath in it.”
Senku stared right back at him. And bonked his head.
“No I didn’t, I’m not stupid,” he reassured his father. “It’s hair dye,” he pointed out.
“Aah, I see…” He patted his hair before standing up. And tossed the child on his shoulder while ordering, “We are going to wash it away, immediately.”
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It wasn’t right. It didn’t go away.
“Why is it still stuck?!”
“I don’t know!! But stop, I’m going bald!! Help! He is trying to age a child! Human experiment!”
“I’m not, it doesn’t want t-oh, it’s disappearing.” Indeed, the water was now tinted a green color after streaming through Senku’s hair.
Byakuya sighed in relief. “Luckily it’s going away,” he started, “though it’s seems the tips already took the color in.”
Head down, Senku wrung out his hair and broke in a smile while confirming by himself Byakuya’s affirmation. “Yeah, I started by dyeing them first. Wanted to look like you.”
Byakuya froze. ‘He wanted to look like me?’ He glanced at his reflection. ‘I do have two hair colors.’ He grabbed a towel and spoke, “But you know, it’s not good to dye your hair this young. Come here, I’m gonna dry them.”
The child’s hairs were still thin, but the long strands would thicken later with no doubts. Byakuya was wary of his own strength too, as a child’s head remained fragile looking, Senku was still five after all. But this wouldn’t prevent him to mess with it a little bit.
Taking the hairdryer and a hair comb, he disentangled some knots here and there, added hair wax at each strand he lifted up until they were all up and with a radish-like form except from a tiny seaweed at the front.
“Tada! Here is my masterpiece. Keep it will you?” He ran away. “I’m going to the convenience store; I forgot the yogurts!” he shouted. “Tidy the bathroom up for now, thanks!"
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“What they didn’t know though,” the narrator started, “is that the chemicals would keep him looking like that, proudly wearing the same hairstyle 3,700 years later, a unique hairstyle, a relic from the modern era they knew.”
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Akugatawa was in a dire situation. A kind of situation he had been in plenty of times but could be the last one he lived through just like all the other ones.
The enemy was strong, not physically exceptional, but having grown enough muscles to defeat three or four kids like Akugatawa attacking him together.
It wouldn’t be a problem, for he was blessed with Rashomon, if only the man he was fighting wasn’t an ability user as well.
The worst, being that he didn’t underestimate him nor was he stupid as he cleverly used all the aspects of his ability, taking each openings Akugatawa dropped by inadvertence, creating numerous opportunities from them and further damaging the child’s body each time.
Akugatawa was certain now, that his enemy couldn’t be taken lightly and though it was pointless to ponder on this now, as he didn’t know if he would survive this fight, he was concerned on why someone this strong would be going after him.
The answer to his questioning could be a threat to his relative safety, as well as his sister’s and the other children’s.
He dodged, the outline of the shadow almost piercing through his head, its razor-sharp edges flaunting death in front of his eyes.
After many failures, he finally began to uncover the trick to resist the unknown ability. The man had been sending his shadow after him for some gruesome minutes now and Akugatawa recognized some patterns, his body learned to dodge and bend to escape even one blow.
But his knowledge stopped there, he couldn’t pinpoint how to stop the enemy, how the ability worked.
All kind of ability had some king of mechanism, he learned. His depended on his clothing as the beast was formed from it. If put naked in front of an enemy, he would be dead meat; separated from any kind of fabric he was just as vulnerable as he was as a newborn.
Yet, even when having Rashomon by his side he was struggling against the stronger, the more experienced ability user.
While the origin of the enemy’s weapon was his obviously shadow, he had no ideas how to make it disappear nor did he know how to stop the connection between the user and his shadow.
He blocked an attack—at least Rashomon could touch it—and the beast’s fangs tore through the black foggy blade making a bee line to the enemy’s neck.
From under him, the man defended himself. This action cost him his life as Akugatawa found his long-awaited solution.
Another attack, not from the ground—he learned that when closer to him, the enemy could raise his shadow as he wanted—but from above him.
He lifted his head; the tip dangerously close to him.
It allowed Rashomon to successfully break the crystal hidden underneath the layers of shadow, the blade shattering apart the moment the crystal was damaged.
Now that he found out the way to get rid of him, Akugatawa could unleash his beast and let it freely destroy the destabilized enemy in front of him.
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The enemy was gone and Akugatawa staggered to his home, the distance being longer than what he recalled. Having reached the entrance, he collapsed on the ground after seeing his sister quietly waiting for his return.
He woke up some hours later, the night had installed itself in the sky.
Something was strange however, as his sister was staring at him, eyes sparkling. He wondered why until she pointed at a strand of her hair that was framing her face and taking it, pushing him to mirror her actions with his own.
Indeed, where the black melanin was supposed to be, was now hairs devoid of color and white like an old man’s. His gaze trailed up to find out only the tip lost its color, the pattern where the colors met looking like sharp teeth.
“Big brother,” Gin started, “could you do the same for me? I want white tips too! And you must do the same at the other side, it would be prettier if it symmetrical.”
Did his sister just ask him to chomp her with Rashomon?
Bonus: Zenin Naoya <3<3<3, new technique
Hang him head down.
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First, you lure him into the garden, being a submissive, obedient and sweet wife, you want your dear husband who is finally at home to relax and you have prepared a surprise for him <3
So, you lead him to the garden, where you prepared a magnificent, grandiose gallows!
Not understanding the reason why it’s here but being arrogant enough for at least a hundred men; he asks his silly wife why something so grotesque was in the garden she adored to take care of
You smile sweetly and lean in to kiss him (him allowing you to do so of course, you couldn’t do this if he was not spoiling you but he was really good with you), wrapping your arms around his neck
Then, you let go of his neck, watching him slowly fall back.
“Oh, dear!” You chuckle after hearing the loud bang his head produced after kissing the ground
You grab the collar of his cloth with one hand, the other one patting the back of his head, fingers finally grazing the little bump, consequence of his fall.
You slam it. (´꒳`)♡
Then you drag him behind you, playing a little bit among the moist grass and zigzagging to admire the pretty flowers you took care of during all the times you had an affair with boredom behind your husband’s back.
1st step. You tightly tie the rope around Naoya’s feet, slipping his sandals in his trouser for him to be able to find them later, how thoughtful you are
2nd step. You get the basin you already prepared and then, you pour the hair dye inside of it
3rd step. You use your delicate arms to lift him up, pulling on the rope with the mechanism you prepared, only do this now or he could die from having too much blood going to his head. Again, you are a model for all wives with your thoughtfulness.
4th step. Let the tip of his hair soak in the hair dye and you can even use it to decorate your husband’s clothes ( ´ ▽ ` )
5th step. Let him dry here, he will take the dye in and have beautiful hair tips. When he wakes up, he won’t be calling the servants because of his pride but then take a little time to come off the gallows. And then, he will be so thankful towards his wife he might want to kill you without ever divorcing! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)
But you leave the garden before he wakes up, you want to surprise him.
You take your luggage, join the man/woman (dear boredom) you are actually having an affair with and get out of the house. You want him to fully experience his marriage after all, you will offer him the experience of being cucked.( ◡‿◡ *)
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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years
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Masterlist
Who I Write For---> Ta Da
Prompts For Asks
Drabble Challenge Misc Sentence Starters Festive Prompts Princess Bride Starters AUs Prompt List Fluff Kiss Situations Angst Prompts Prompt List #5 Soulmate AU Alphabet
Avengers
Loki x Reader Spooky Season  You’re Worth the Trouble 1, 2, 3, 4 Third Time’s the Charm Holiday Request Foolish Midgardian Holiday My Heart, My Home
Peter Parker x Reader I’ve Got You Drabble Challenge Badass Still Alive, Barely Breathing Fools Holiday Headcanons
Steve Rogers x Reader Coward Merry Christmas (1940s) Savior Art Student, English Major Golden (18+)
Bucky Barnes x Reader Forever and Always Freezing Barriers 1, 2 Limit Holding You Yours
Sam Wilson x Reader Captain
Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader Holiday Request So This Is It 1, 2, 3 Three Words
Pietro x Reader Sunshine 1, 2
Tony Stark x Reader Drabble Anytime
X-Men
Logan Howlett x Reader Headcanon We All Have Those Days Breakfast In Bed
Peter Maximoff x Reader The First Of Many
Mummy
Ardeth Bay x Reader You are impossible Ready or Not 1, 2 My Hope 1,  Reunited 1,  I’m Late Whipped Holiday Request Did You Just Hiss At Me? Great Discovery My Sweet Warrior Too Late For Us Peace of Mind
Rick O’Connell x Reader Too Sober
Evy x Rick x Reader Parents Get Started
Alex O’Connell x Reader We’ll See 1, 2, 
Narnia
Edmund Pevensie x Reader I Don’t Love Him Like I Love You Smutty Prompts I’m Here Now New Start 1, 2 You Get Me Amiable Meant To Be I’m Sorry Becoming Clear Homecoming Run 1, 2
Peter Pevensie x Reader I’d Go Anywhere With You Nightmare
Tumnus x Reader Warm on a Cold Night
The Witcher
Geralt x Reader Another Sleepless Night If Anything Happens To Her
Jaskier x Reader One Night Stand, Life Long Commitment Safe Here Nostalgia
Hobbit
Fili x Reader I Will Always Come For You 1, 2 Nothing Better
Thorin x Reader Stranger 1, 2
Headcanons Dwarves visting Frodo and Bilbo
Golden Trio Era
Headcanons If HP characters had a short S/O
George Weasley x Reader Ravenclaw!Reader- Games Theyll Love You As I Do Happy Birthday Trust In Us I’ll Protect What’s Mine Reunion Because I Want You Two Wrongs Made a Right Weary Day Off Don’t Judge A Book
Draco x Hermione Drabble
Fred Weasley x Reader You’re Just So Cute Broken Heart, Broken Spirit Not Working Out Better To Have Loved And Lost You Don’t Need a Love Potion Break Truth or Dare Games Sick Day Love You More Today Two Wrongs Made a Right Foolproof 1, 2 Spark Easy My Mind
Ginny Weasley x Reader All I’ll Ever Do Is Watch Headcanon (Platonic!Reader) Happy Memories Cruel Distraction Drive Me Mad
Ron Weasley x Reader Lost Kid Would You Like To Dance For Her
Hermione Granger x Reader I Wish Oblivious Loopy In Love Friends In High Places Kept Promises My Pain No Catch Luck Trouble Detention
Harry Potter x Reader Missed Connection, Second Chance New Girl  Raindrop Cultivate *Harry Fic Recs
Draco Malfoy x Reader Ravenclaw!Reader What Next Bullies At Last Betrothed Idiot Never, Maybe, Absolutely You’re My Exception Please Don’t Cry Weakness Muggle Stuff Try Once More Give Me a Chance Not So Familial Perfection Once 1, 2 Friend Caged
Luna Lovegood x Reader Only You
Oliver Wood x Reader Perfect
Cedric Diggory x Reader Between Us Softie Beauty Dont Leaf Me Alone Your Not-Friend Mistaken Adoration
Charlie Weasley x Reader Holiday Drabble
Marauders Era
Sirius Black x Reader Mistakes 1, 2 Shy I Never Knew You (Sister!Reader) If You Love Them, Let Them Go More To You 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 I Hate You, I Love You Power Couple Thought You’d Never Ask Sick Day We’re Family One Adventure Nothing To Say Everyone But Me Ruin One Way Or Another New Life Lost
Remus Lupin x Reader I Never Meant to Hurt You Headcanon Days Like This In Sickness and Health Monthly Issue Sly Safe and Sound Silent Supporter May You Love Her As I Love You Too Far
James Potter x Reader Stupid Heart is a Ruler Impossibility 1, 2
Severus Snape x Reader Look At Me, 1, 2 Starstruck 1, 2
Remus x Sirius I’m Not Going Anywhere
Titans
Gar x Reader Drabble You’re a Nerd What Did I Do
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neverheardnothing · 3 years
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hello. over my tumblr break a few months ago i got bored enough to count the frequencies of every word in joe iconis songs and i don’t know what else to do with this info so here y’all go. every word in joe iconis songs with 10+ occurrences in descending order but i also factored out the 250 most common words in the english language badly (warning, this is a 484 item long list).
1 ('i', 2375) 2 ("i'm", 708) 3 ("it's", 366) 4 ('oh', 312) 5 ('gonna', 204) 6 ('yeah', 175) 7 ('got', 163) 8 ("you're", 160) 9 ('am', 160) 10 ('na', 149) 11 ('wanna', 130) 12 ('hey', 129) 13 ('love', 127) 14 ('feel', 122) 15 ("i'll", 117) 16 ('things', 111) 17 ('really', 97) 18 ("i'd", 97) 19 ('bang', 93) 20 ('girl', 87) 21 ('ever', 86) 22 ("can't", 84) 23 ('better', 78) 24 ("there's", 78) 25 ("she's", 78) 26 ("i've", 75) 27 ('whoa', 74) 28 ('baby', 73) 29 ("that's", 70) 30 ('gotta', 69) 31 ("we're", 68) 32 ("ain't", 63) 33 ("won't", 63) 34 ('cool', 61) 35 ('song', 58) 36 ('away', 57) 37 ('anymore', 56) 38 ('because', 55) 39 ('ya', 55) 40 ('always', 54) 41 ('remember', 54) 42 ('gone', 51) 43 ('guess', 51) 44 ('person', 51) 45 ('woman', 49) 46 ('sing', 49) 47 ('blood', 49) 48 ('stay', 48) 49 ('care', 48) 50 ('into', 47) 51 ('mind', 46) 52 ('whatever', 46) 53 ('jeremy', 45) 54 ("didn't", 45) 55 ('wish', 45) 56 ('feeling', 43) 57 ('ooh', 43) 58 ('cuz', 43) 59 ("you'll", 43) 60 ('ribbit', 43) 61 ('everything', 42) 62 ("you've", 42) 63 ('done', 41) 64 ('nothing', 41) 65 ('fine', 41) 66 ('girls', 41) 67 ('something', 40) 68 ('please', 40) 69 ('hate', 40) 70 ('walk', 40) 71 ('nanana', 40) 72 ('going', 39) 73 ('maybe', 39) 74 ('hear', 39) 75 ('used', 39) 76 ('fall', 39) 77 ('wrong', 38) 78 ('fire', 37) 79 ('rather', 37) 80 ('around', 36) 81 ('shit', 36) 82 ('ba', 36) 83 ('heart', 36) 84 ('leave', 36) 85 ('ah', 36) 86 ('being', 36) 87 ('oh-h', 36) 88 ("he's", 35) 89 ('till', 35) 90 ('fight', 35) 91 ('face', 35) 92 ('la-la-la', 35) 93 ('da', 35) 94 ("let's", 34) 95 ('sure', 34) 96 ('hope', 34) 97 ('nana', 34) 98 ('guy', 33) 99 ('knew', 33) 100 ('wanted', 33) 101 ('shoot', 33) 102 ('em', 32) 103 ('rich', 32) 104 ('together', 32) 105 ('looking', 32) 106 ('myself', 32) 107 ('knock', 32) 108 ('chop', 32) 109 ('makes', 31) 110 ('since', 31) 111 ('whiskey', 31) 112 ('uh', 30) 113 ("they're", 30) 114 ('gimme', 30) 115 ('rick', 30) 116 ('somebody', 29) 117 ('those', 29) 118 ("doesn't", 29) 119 ('red', 29) 120 ('totally', 29) 121 ('hell', 29) 122 ("what's", 29) 123 ('hall', 29) 124 ('die', 29) 125 ('annie', 29) 126 ('bad', 28) 127 ('stop', 28) 128 ("you'd", 28) 129 ('listen', 28) 130 ('mamma', 28) 131 ('la-la-la-la', 28) 132 ('do-do', 28) 133 ('tonight', 27) 134 ('okay', 27) 135 ('hair', 27) 136 ("c'mon", 27) 137 ('roll', 27) 138 ('without', 27) 139 ('michael', 27) 140 ('christine', 27) 141 ('bounty', 27) 142 ('almost', 26) 143 ('another', 26) 144 ('kinda', 26) 145 ('mine', 26) 146 ('rock', 26) 147 ('records', 26) 148 ('music', 26) 149 ('lonely', 25) 150 ('words', 25) 151 ('heard', 25) 152 ('yo', 25) 153 ('madeline', 25) 154 ('says', 25) 155 ('band', 25) 156 ('lots', 25) 157 ('alive', 25) 158 ('god', 24) 159 ('times', 24) 160 ('battle', 24) 161 ('skin', 24) 162 ('dada', 24) 163 ('revolution', 24) 164 ('institution', 24) 165 ('broke', 23) 166 ('talk', 23) 167 ('eyes', 23) 168 ("who's", 23) 169 ('hold', 23) 170 ('burned', 23) 171 ('morning', 23) 172 ('chill', 23) 173 ('pretty', 23) 174 ('car', 23) 175 ('young', 23) 176 ('la-la', 23) 177 ('tired', 23) 178 ('nation', 23) 179 ('friend', 22) 180 ('everybody', 22) 181 ('rehearsal', 22) 182 ('true', 22) 183 ('inside', 22) 184 ('squip', 22) 185 ('ready', 21) 186 ('best', 21) 187 ('understand', 21) 188 ('else', 21) 189 ('lot', 21) 190 ('party', 21) 191 ('ignore', 21) 192 ('bit', 21) 193 ('cut', 21) 194 ('gets', 20) 195 ('sometimes', 20) 196 ("isn't", 20) 197 ('whole', 20) 198 ("everybody's", 20) 199 ('starts', 20) 200 ('feels', 20) 201 ('everyone', 20) 202 ('room', 20) 203 ('dry', 20) 204 ('nice', 20) 205 ('juvie', 20) 206 ('sleep', 20) 207 ('wonder', 20) 208 ('size', 20) 209 ('ass', 20) 210 ('welcome', 20) 211 ('seen', 19) 212 ('weird', 19) 213 ('soon', 19) 214 ('yourself', 19) 215 ('alone', 19) 216 ('flame', 19) 217 ('taking', 19) 218 ('friends', 19) 219 ('enough', 19) 220 ('born', 19) 221 ('lordy', 19) 222 ('hunter', 19) 223 ('relate', 19) 224 ('yai', 19) 225 ('today', 18) 226 ('loser', 18) 227 ('bitch', 18) 228 ('until', 18) 229 ('arm', 18) 230 ('comes', 18) 231 ('dead', 18) 232 ('told', 18) 233 ('ow', 18) 234 ('honey', 18) 235 ('years', 18) 236 ('whack', 18) 237 ("we'll", 18) 238 ('n', 18) 239 ('nerd', 18) 240 ('fell', 18) 241 ('dad', 17) 242 ('pants', 17) 243 ('huh', 17) 244 ('nobody', 17) 245 ('mad', 17) 246 ('getting', 17) 247 ("wasn't", 17) 248 ('scared', 17) 249 ('wait', 17) 250 ('body', 17) 251 ('quite', 17) 252 ('hands', 17) 253 ('ohh', 17) 254 ('hurt', 17) 255 ('deserve', 17) 256 ('ride', 17) 257 ('game', 17) 258 ('survive', 17) 259 ('upgrade', 17) 260 ('free', 17) 261 ('certain', 17) 262 ('wha-oh', 17) 263 ('cigarettes', 17) 264 ('writer', 17) 265 ('bands', 17) 266 ('hunters', 17) 267 ('hang', 16) 268 ("wouldn't", 16) 269 ('age', 16) 270 ('cry', 16) 271 ('sky', 16) 272 ('past', 16) 273 ('behind', 16) 274 ('someone', 16) 275 ('saying', 16) 276 ('black', 16) 277 ('job', 16) 278 ('la', 16) 279 ('fix', 16) 280 ('alright', 16) 281 ('shot', 16) 282 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currentfandomkick · 4 years
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Why Marinette Hates Tim
Marinette blames Tim next summer for all that happened. Why? He cursed her with a vague theory. And Max and her Both know give her a clue and she has to follow it to solve the puzzle—a fatal flaw for her, Puzzler, Hero Stalker (Tim), Riddler and her father, Professor Strange (even if he is using an alias and supposedly dead as far as legal documents go).
Hero Staker Tim swore he’d become Robin if the current one left. It was a joke between them, she thought. Then he vanished the next summer, the first one where there wasnt any Robin mentioned anywhere. It was eery.
Then, then Timothy Drake, heir to some company-who looks a lot like her Hero Stalker—is a Wayne. And there’s a new Robin. This... deeply bothers Marinette. Why? New Robin seeks her out and talks a lot like Hero Stalker. And has a too similar movement pattern and tells.
And wasnt Hero Stalker Tim from a rich but high on neglient at best family? Didnt that happen to Timothy Drake before ending up as a Wayne?
Her that puzzle peice was central to figuring this out and goddamnit. Frost, who hates gossip, told her to just look up the rich families with kids Hero Stalker’s age and see who looked like him and to leave from to his lab and antidotes already.
Frost accidently gave her the vital method to see if Hero Stalker was that dumb to be become Robin after Robin the Second (Jason) was brutally murdered. The answer was yes.
And now Marinette had a crisis. She knew Batman’s identity was Bruce Wayne. How? Tim calls Bruce his dad. New Robin slipped and called him dad. And Tim is New Robin since Tim is Hero Stalker and no one else came close to looking like Hero Stalker from the data pool which involved more hacking than she ever thought she would do.
Marinette, a child, figured out who Batman was by age 9 becuase his new Robin/former Stalker was too obviously himself. She is embarrassed on his behalf, and honestly debates asking Riddler to separate him and Bats in a non-lethal puzzle trap just to lecture him. Becuase what the fuck Hero Stalker! If she can figure it out, then everyone else can too! Probably(?) likely. Either way its bad!
She doesnt though... Riddler puts together she’s concerned for the new Robin, traps Bats in a different puzzle maze from Robin, who is stuck with a grounded Marinette. Why was she grounded, easy. She got caught returning stolen jewlry on camera. It was punishment for failing basic stealth—always take out any witness.
And instead of pointing out she knows who Bats is, she tells him to work on a different persona since ‘i made you weeks ago. Its pretending to be someone you’re not completely is all. I have to do that around Maman and Papa all the time, and whenever i go out with anyone really. Up your secret identity game already!’
Riddler is busy with Bats and didnt do cameras. Why? “Im not redesiging a perfectly good grounding maze every time. They take time and i dint always have it. Its time economics Batman. I dont know what our lovely Princess said or did to your Robin. He’s fine though, see? No major injuries.”
Tim relized Marinette knew Hero Stalker was batman’s new Robin. This meant one thing—he could still help her and the RKC now! Why? He knew even if they made him out, they want to help people and never be like their parents, duh. And if they added to his budding information network with incredibly accurate information so long as he didnt rat them out to Batman, its fine.
Afterall, Pixie Pop wants to help poeple and is working the rouges into vigilantes to help more than hurt, and is doing a great job of it for the most part. So if Pixie Pop is Princess who’s the maybe kryptonian and her powers align with that theory, so what? Superman has an heir already and a bio!son too, apparently. Lois didnt tell him since they werent together then and yeah. So really, Superman didnt need another kid, and Pixie Pop didnt want another dad—“i have Papa and Father and now four of my friends’ dads in Paris called dibs on partial custody. I have more dads than i need for a quartet. That is far too many dads and i refuse to get another one!”
Then Marinette is talking to Alix and finds out about an old director at the Lourve her dad knew, Diana Prince. Marinette was working on a Wonder Woman inspired outfit, and knew her history of Wonder Woman thank you. Its just...
Wonder Woman appeared just after Miss Prince Left. And from the videos Alix sent of her new hero, she was terrifyingly similar to Wonder Woman. Not only did they look alike and have the same hair style preference, it was the same face if she did facial recognition with Markov, her robot son with Max. Then there was gait, generao stances and how she interacted with men and women so differently as both people and damnit. Same person.
She curses Hero Staker Tim for this. She now has to hide two hero identities. Why her?
The third was debatably Ivy and Harley’s fault, but defiantely still Tim’s. Why? He was the one that got her hooked on Barry Allen’s cases, and pointing out that he didnt see meta as bad or evil but as people who can be good or be civilians peacefully. That, she needed that with how much vitrol she had to swallow about her powers indirectly from everywhere but her school and some parts of Gotham.
In her defense, she is a nerd here. A nerd. So realizing the The Flash is also the forensics guy from Central City that she kinda follows on all her social medias, watches the cases of unfold, and knows has a reputation for being late a lot like her but is still well liked. So she may fangirl about his cases with Hero Stalker erm. Tim now, still.
And if one day she managed to pout at her father enough to get him to agree to let her go with Harley and Ivy to Central City for a few days to see the meta museum they just opened up (technically the Flash Museum, but Marinette didn’t care. It was focused on metas not being horrible and that meant a lot to her scared, meta closeted butt).
And then her favorite forensic investigator, The Barry Allen, shows up? Best day ever. He’s nice! And concerned about how much of his cases she knows. Its not her fault this time though! Hero Stalker—Tim—sent her a case of his that went cold and she liked his science and yeah. New hero added to her listpersonal heroes list.
Harley isn’t even mad, just amused as Marinette fangirls over someone that isnt her and Barry has no clue how to respond as a tiny child know him as Barry Allen and thinks he’s awesome? Why?? He is happy but so confused and Iris is dying until Marinette cites cases that she shouldnt know about and tiny child why, how, when and where did you get that information!
The only answer is a friend likes cold cases and has no qualms hacking to find interesting ones, if he’s stumped then Marinette (Jill Smith mr. allen sir!) gets to try. And she is good at it since she can ask an officer in France (officer Raincomprix) about logistical things, common error margins and then puzzle it all out herself from there.
Somewhere she mentions absently that her mom doesnt like her science-y side since her dad was a bad person and liked science but she still likes learning and helping, even if the family buisness is food and service and they want her to either take over or become a designer. She’s thinking maybe for people woth disabilites so she can do more mental work and toy with hiw things bend and move and such.
Iris and Barry are ConcernedTM and debating how to get custody, or get her away from her mom or both. Probably both—no science allowed for a clear science obssessed kid is a red flag for bith of them that somethinf is very wrong. Harley and Ivy wave it off as “trust us, her mom aint budging.”
then the Flash is needed because of some gorilla—Marinette was more focused on an outfit on display and muttering over aerodynamics and friction. Barry is Concerned (smart kid, likes helping, potentially a league ally?) before he bolts, determined to get more on her when he returns and possibly see if he can get cps involved.
Marinette only notices that her hero moving so fast and oh god she did it again damnit! That was superspeed. And only one speedster had similiar measurements, the Flash.
She cant even tell Hero Stalker now because he’s Robin and the Justice League would Flip if they knew she knew 3 of their hero’s identities. She just hit her head and said “i did it again!” Harley pats her head while Marinette burrows into her because why is she a danger to the Justice League and secret identities! She doesnt want to be or to know damnit!
Tim sneezes in the distance and wonders who’s talking about him behind his back this time. He messages batgirl about this bad feeling he has and she laughs it off as the boy developing Batman’s paranoia.
Her Fourth solve was Green Arrow. It was an accident! She swears. She just saw oliver queen with a bow and arrow in a video shooting. and noticed he had a very distinct and familiar style to someone but not who. Then compared it to various archers as her brain was nagging. Then saw a green arrow video and cursed herself again then Tim five more times.
She sent a message to Rose asking why she’s a danger to all secret identities. Rose tells her it is her curse for being too damn smart and not leaving things alone.
Marinette tries reallly hard not to figure out the next one. But really, it should have been an earlier solve and she’s mad at herself for missing it for so long, even if it was more aviodance than denial.
Admittedly this one should have been an earlier solve, but she was very little when she found out about the surgery and everything and it was uncomfortable damnit! So she did what any reasonable child would. Ignore it. Then she went over the file to see if maybe she could possibly target parts of the kyptonian DNA in her to weaken it. And saw who the intended donor was, Clark Kent, a reporter that has impossible luck with big hero scoops, is never injured or rescued, and never been sick. He also looks like... one quick photoshop of his glasses onto superman with a clothing change and she sees her usual disguise technique on goddamn superman. She is overwhelmed with this as ‘oh god superman will kidnap me if he finds out!’ And hides from him whenever he’s in the region—be it France or Gotham.
Her friends think its hilarious, Marinette feels sick from it. She doesnt like this and is genuinely scared for her life and family’s safety now. And we all know how nervous marinettes are.
If at one point batman tried to talk to her on patrol and somewhat suceeded. As in, she spoke beofre bolting.
“I didnt figure out who boyscout and amazon and boltbrain and arrowhead are! Or you and the batfam! Bye!!!!” Yes, clearly Marinette can lie very well.
Batman sees through it and feels sick. He forces a league meeting asap and fills them in.
“this kid put five of our identities together and cant even lie. We need to recruit them.”
“Batman, is this that kid KF mentioned to me?”
Batman nodded. Flash sighed. “Okay. We are on a manhunt for a kid kyptonian that is terrified of all of us, very smart, and may have an active gotham villain as a parent. And somehow knows me and—wait. bats, do you have any pics of your rogues in civilian clothing? I need to test a theory...”
A few minutes later and “oh my god that little kid i met as a civilian figured me out!”
A few days later Flash finds her by acccident as a civilian kid in broad daylight on her own in Central. He doesnt show he knows she knows, And finds out she’s waiting for her babysitter to finish a class.
Flash just asks about a case he put together as Barry Allen that she might know about and...
“Uh, mr. Flash? Why are you asking me? The lead florensics was Barry Allen.”
He tries insulting Barry Allen—he’s late and sloppy and—
only for Marinette to defend him to the death. “He’s late because he stays up late working on other cases. Appearances and organizational skills arent what matters with his expertise mr. flash! He even foghts for metas to have their circumstances and powers impact on them considered dueing sentencing!”
Flash is very touched and shocked. only then he manages to get out of her that where she lives (france) being meta is a life sentence to “a living zombie And jail-time for being born a lot, even if it is t in normal prisons. And you know what? Mr. Allen stated so many times that you need to contextualize powers and abilities and intent in his testimonies for meta cases. Back home youre put in prison for defending yourself...” she tugs at her sleeve here.
“Maman screamed at me when she found out a few kids were getting stalked and i helped out and someone got it on tape. Not becuase my powers showed or anything—father made a treatment so they dont, well, they stay off when i use them and follow all the behavior and environmental rules so they cant put me in one of the centers. But she, she’s stills cared someone will try to check me for abilities back in France, and that she’ll lose me. She doesnt always realize i have them until things like that happen...”
Flash is desperately trying not to adopt her. Wally would love a little sister, and Superman has enoguh kids, Bats does too. he is oreventing arrow form having another one as she’s powered and that isnt a good when working with Green Arrow unless the meta is his girlfriend. And the girl loves science—come on!
batman, Green Arrow, Wonder Woman and Superman heard the Feance bit over comms and suddenly it hit them that the kid could be in danger for existing and that an entire country villified being meta to an extreme. That the girl is in hiding and probably using an alias constantly. Batman mentally adopted her ages ago and is now in Worried Dad mode like Flash and apparently Superman was falling into it too. Wonder Woman is in righteous rage mode and ready to fight france herself if she has to—no imprisoning metas for being metas!
Flash decided to be direct since he knew she trusted him as Mr. Allen and knows he’s Flash.“So, am i allowed to know which powers you have?”
Marinette shook her head, visbily distressed and floating skightly. “If, if they ever find out i cant. I cant risk Maman and Papa and Father. I dont know everything but Father only started being a good person after the, the incident where he had to go into witness protection. Maman is dead as far as a lot of people are concerned, or she never existed. Papa doesnt know about any of it. I cant. I cant risk what they worked for by being outted.”
Flash is very concerned. “Thats a lot of pressure to put in yourself, especially at your age.”
marinette didnt make eye contact then. “I have to. If i dont people can connect dots and dashes and blips. Father says its easy for him too and that possibilities are just what we’re both hardwired for but. But i shouldn’t catch as many as i do—my teachers keep saying i need to dial it back and stop catching on so fast and blurting it all out but, i just...” marientte is visibly drowning under the pressure to act not-meta and keep her family safe.
“Sounds like youre a real smart kid.”
“Smart kids dont get caught.” She meant herself with her jewlry returns, Flash thought she meant the JL, and tried to redirect the conversation.
If the JL was out then...
“If you cant tell me, can you at least tell me you have someone to talk to about these things?”
“Auntie Quinn and Rose. Rose doesnt like you guys though.”
Flash laughed a little at that. “Alright, fair enough. Who made her mad? Was it arrow?”
“Batman.” Marinette frowning as she said the enxt bit. “Something about her being given to someone that should never be allowed bear children? She rants a lot so i cant always keep up.”
Batman internally bangs his head against a table. Outwardly, he says “Ivy’s daughter, rose. That girl, she’s the Princess.”
The assemebled winced. They all pushed for Rose to be sent toback to her mother, Ivy, since they didnt trust her with any available mentor and Ivy was usually a low ranking Gotham eco-terrorist pacified by wayne gardens and green initiatives. Apprently Rose has a lot of sway over the Princess too.
Marinette changes the conversation while. Waiting for her babysitter, Ghoul, to leave class. She needs a distraction from her situation that the Flash was willing to give her.
“Can i look at the case again? Something doesnt add up... there! See? Its close to the Speedsters that leave marks at those angles but only if they really mess with the speed force and the spacetime continuum! But theres no evidence of that, its a lightning meta, Possibly using it to teleport since no one came in or out on camera. Its a slight angle and all but...”
Flash decides Marinette will join the Justice League one day or so help him! He also decides to target france’s anti-meta policies and possibly kidnap Marinette.
The League isnt letting him. But he has a fan of Barry Allen who is handling Gotham’s criminals and beign given slack by them... albeit also raised by in-part. But the girl has a strong moral compass that is a lot like most of League’s so.
He’s fighting Bats for custody on principle. His fangirl, he has dibs!
Dont know why it ended up with Flash becoming a ‘Marinette is my daughter now’ person but why not? Wally would like her as a sister, probably.
Marinette blames all of this and the future consequences on Tim. She hates her vanishing freind for this.
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romantichopelessly · 5 years
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My Fic Masterpost
A masterpost of all of my written works, if anyone doesn’t feel like visiting my AO3, or wants to reblog my works or something, idk. If you want to read any of these on AO3, they’re on my account, its under the same name as this one.
Drabbles (Less Than 1K)
Tech Support - Logan/Virgil - “This is Technical Support, Logan Sanders speaking. How may I help you?”
Cool Kids - None - Logan doesn’t care for Procrastination. At all. Procrastination is a silly, useless, counterproductive side. He brings nothing to the table but nonsensical chatter and jokes worse than Patton’s. So why does everyone like him so much?
It’s Late - Logan/Nate - Logan is overworking himself again, and Nate takes matters into disown hands, finding a way to get his boyfriend to finally relax.
Reunited - Roman/Patton - Roman hasn’t seen his Canadian boyfriend in a year now, and he’s anxious to see him again, even though he won’t admit it.
The Crofter’s Conundrum - Logan/Roman - Roman wants the Crofter’s. Logan has the Crofter’s.
Blushes and Betas - Declan Trompeur & Beckett Moran - Declan is in town and visiting Beckett, and that silly envy won’t stop being a sap. Really, he would be mad if he didn’t care about them so much. (Set in @insanelycoolish​ TLHR Universe)
Puddles and Puns - Virgil/Patton - It’s raining outside, and somehow Patton convinces Virgil to go out with him. Bad jokes ensue, but Virgil loves his short boyfriend, so it’s all okay.
Prop Theif - Roman/Virgil - Stage tech Virgil is sick and tired of the props going missing, and he knows exactly who is behind it. Roman Knight.
You Know Who to Call - Virgil/Emile - Emile comes home to his fiancé feeling down and out of it. Luckily he has early-2000s cartoons, a psychiatry degree, and plenty of cuddles to go around.
Public Displays - Roman/Virgil - Virgil isn’t one for PDA. Virgil isn’t one for much of anything until he meets Roman, though.
You Put Your Arms Around Me - Remy/Thomas - Disney debates on The Witching Hour tour bus + Quality Remas Time. (Set in @insanelycoolish​ TLHR Universe)
Try Some? - Logan/Nate - “Try Some?” Nate blinked slowly. Once. Twice. Logan was still standing there, beautiful as ever, watching him with a raised eyebrow. “I’m sorry, baby. What did you just say?”
This Is Home - Declan Trompeur & Beckett Moran - Declan is confident in his orientation. Really, he is. 100%. He’s just... not so sure that Beckett really knows what they’re getting into here.
Prom Night - Logan/Nate - Nate goes to pick up his boyfriend for their Senior Prom.
Adoration - Roman/Virgil - Virgil and Roman enjoy a day in the sunlight.
Champagne Kisses - Remy/Thomas - Remy believes that being sober is definitely worth it if his boyfriend is going to be this enthusiastically affectionate.
Okay - Roman/Virgil - Roman and Virgil recuperate after Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts.
Cheater - Logan/Deceit - Logan Berry never carried the title of sore loser before he started dating his number one debate competitor.
Sleepy Time - Logan/Patton - “I am not human, therefore, I do not need sleep.”
Hand Drawn - Virgil/Patton - “Were you drawing me?”
One in a Million - Logan/Remy - “You would risk the lives of millions for one person? Why?”
Breathless - Logan/Roman - “I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack so... when I kissed you... you held your breath.”
Cowardice - Deceit/Logan - “You hide away this entirely different part to yourself all because you’re afraid that someone might get close to you!”
Concentration - Deceit/Remus - “Look, I know you’re a hardass, but could you play with my hair? It would really help.”
Birthmark - Platonic Janus&Remus&Roman - Roman asks about Dee’s birthmark. Takes place in my BOTWOT universe.
Sea Ships - Remus/Remy - A short Drabble for my SPOP universe.
Raccoon From Where? - None - The Jack-Jack and raccoon Incredibles 2 scene with my Celestial Kid AU.
F- U - None - Virgil’s claiming from my PJO AU
First Babysit - None - A snippet of Roman’s first time babysitting Patton in my Celestial Kid AU
Oneshots (1K+)
When You’re Not Listening - Logan/Nate - Three times Logan or Nate protected one another behind the other’s back, and one time they stopped being idiots and noticed.
So This Is Love - Roman/Patton - Roman isn’t feeling like his usual glittery self due to a lack of ideas, so Patton helps him unwind. Involving lots of romantic music and dancing.
Backstage Confessions - Logan/Patton - Logan is completely gone on the keyboardist for The Witching Hour, but what else is new? (Set in @insanelycoolish​ TLHR Universe)
More Than Friendship - Patton/Deceit - Deceit was still getting used to this whole “friendship” thing. Ever since the light sides had made reforming him their sort of personal pet project, Deceit had heard the term and others like it in reference to him thrown around far too often. Patton was quite possibly the most confusing new ‘friend’ of all.
In Other Words, Hold My Hand - Logan & Virgil - Virgil has always loved Disney films. The magic of talking animals and princesses fascinated him as a child. His older brother always told him that when he was older he would understand why his favorite characters were always falling in love. He didn't really get it until he met Logan Berry. Even then he wasn't sure that he got it.
Overdue Apologies - Janus/Patton - Patton didn’t expect anyone to visit him. Post Putting Others First.
Not a Cinderella Story - Virgil/Remus - When they were younger, Remus, Roman and Virgil were inseparable. But things change. And people grow up.
Roman’s List - None - “If it is a mistake, I’ll add it to the list!” Romangst.
Peppermint, Ginger, Lemongrass and Truth - LAMP - Patton Bellerose is a witch. This is only a problem because now he has to find a way to tell his three boyfriends, Logan, Roman and Virgil, before his birthday is over.
Line Without a Hook - Patton/Remus - When Patton’s entire world view is challenged–when he doesn’t even know who he is supposed to be anymore, help comes from an unexpected source. Maybe things can be okay after all.
Talking to the Moon - Virgil/Logan - Logan is a man of routine. Routines are sensible. It's perfectly sensible that his routine revolves around his roommate. Virgil. Even though his roommate doesn't know that he's a vampire. Even though his roommate doesn't know that he is in love with him. (Or: Virgil and Logan are vampires. And neither of them know about the other. And they were roommates.)
Series
Don’t You, Forget About Me - ??? - Five kids who don’t fit in. Five kids who have no place. Five kids who don’t really know one another or anyone else. All stuck in one room for Saturday detention. Patton Clark the athlete, Logan Johnson the brain, Roman Standish the prince, Virgil Bender the criminal, and “Deceit” Reynolds the basket case. Part 1 - Part 2
Could You Check Me Out? - Logan/Roman - Roman hates working at the public library, but things get a little bit more interesting when a really cute nerd comes in. It’s a huge plus when said nerd blushed easily. Part 1 - Part 2
Bracelet ‘Verse - Patton/Virgil & Logan/Roman & Remus/Janus - Touch starved Virgil tries a quid pro quo to get hugs from his best friend, and maybe grows some feelings as well. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Extra 1
Best Of Todays/Worst of Tomorrows - Familial TDLAMPR - Thomas Sanders, 30 years old, is looking for something to do with his life. Not like a job or anything, he has that covered, but he’s recently come to the realization that he isn’t really doing anything with himself. He has too much free time and what feels like next to no impact on the world. Until, much to the shock of his close friends, he becomes a foster parent. In next to no time at all, Thomas is paired with not one, not two, but six foster kids. Seventeen-year-old Patton Hart, fifteen-year-old Virgil Williams, thirteen-year-old Dee Truman, twelve-year-old Logan Croft, and seven-year-olds Roman and Remus Lobo. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8.1 - Part 8.2 - Part 8.3 - Part 9
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kiwi-bitchez · 4 years
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Permafrost
Chapter 4: superpowers and liquid courage
Read chapters 1, 2, and 3, all are also on my Ao3
Summary: Peter and Y/N sneak around the boat and try to find ways to kill the time. Stumbling upon a bar, you take it upon yourself to pour the liquid courage you need to finally talk to peter about what happened that night at the party.
Warnings: language and alcohol consumption
A/N: can this be a slow burn even though they've already fucked??? More smut is coming, I promise ;) Drop requests for oneshots or ideas for fics you want to see in my ask box! Smut/fluff/anything! Plz! I’m so lonely and horny all the time. 
The first handful of days on the boat generally consist of jetlag, seasickness, and mundane ways to kill the onsetting boredom. Just about everyone slept for the majority of the first day of the trip, that 11-hour flight was no joke, and segueing directly onto a boat wasn’t exactly an easy transition.
The bunks on the ship weren’t ideal, but they were nice enough. You weren’t exactly used to luxury anyways. The bedrooms could easily be compared to small dorm rooms, and the bathrooms weren’t large enough for more than one person to be seasick at a time.
Both you and Peter didn’t have too much trouble with that, as you found the constant swaying kind of comforting, and you were sure Peter was immune to motion sickness. However, everyone else wasn’t quite as adept as the two of you, making the first 48 hours generally miserable for everyone.
“I can’t stand being in here listening to Steve throw up any longer,” Peter says, sitting up in his bed and tossing a wad of paper at the back of your head.
“Hey!” you turn from your seat at the small desk where you had been trying to distract yourself with work, “watch it!”
“Can we do something, please,” Peter looks at you, making a ridiculous puppy-dog face that you knew you couldn’t say no to, “just like a walk around the ship, we can go up to the top deck, literally anything, please.”
“Ugh I guess,” you pretend to be annoyed but are actually glad to be getting out of the tiny bedroom. You hadn’t taken much time to explore around the ship, and you figured it would be beneficial considering you were going to be here for quite some time.
Following Peter, who walked incredibly fast, always slightly bouncing and skipping when he stepped, you made your way to the main room. There was a small kitchen, a few couches, and a dining table. You flop dramatically back onto one of the couches in the middle of the room, letting all your limbs hang off the sides.
“Great, now we can just listen to everyone be sick from out here,” you flop your head back to look at peter from an upside-down angle.
“At least the acoustics are better,” he quips back as he rummages through every drawer and cabinet.
“Is this really the only other room other than our sleeping quarters?” you ask, assuming he had been told more than you about the trip.
“Yeah, I think so. There are the other rooms upstairs, the conference room, and the top deck. I think Tony mentioned something about an entertainment room but he said it was closed off. This boat used to be for small private trips until they refurbished it to make the trip to Antarctica, now mostly it’s used by larger groups of scientists and stuff like that, so no real need for an entertainment room.”
“No need for an entertainment room? What, you science nerds don’t like to have fun?” You joke, having recently learned about Peter’s love for math and science, particularly chemistry.
“Not exactly anti-fun, more like anti-relaxation,” he flops beside you in a similar fashion on the couch across from yours, “I’m pretty sure Stark sealed off that conference room and is using it as a lab. Like he couldn’t just relax for a few days, that would be impossible.”
“Why aren’t you up there with him doing top-secret Avenger’s science?”
“Eh, he told me to scram when I offered to help. Sometimes he gets into the zone and refuses to let anyone help him. I kind of get it, but it means I’m stuck here, bored out of my mind.”
“Damn, sorry I’m so boring I guess,” you joke, sarcastically rolling your eyes at him.
“That is not what I-” he starts before looking over at you, realizing your tongue is stuck out at him.
“Race you to the top,” you say quickly as you take a head start out the door.
The two of you tumble down the hallway, flailing your arms and trying to knock one another over. He manages to squeak by you and scramble up the stairs to the top deck first.
“Hey that is not fair,” you yell over to him, already starting to shiver, “I don’t have radioactive blood and spider muscles or whatever it is you have.”
You join him over by the railing, looking out at the vast ocean. Although it is beautiful, the cold is unbearable and the wind is whipping your hair in every direction.
“This was a better idea in theory,” Peter turns to you, “I think I spotted Monopoly down there.”
“Okay are we five?” you joke back, but you secretly loved Monopoly, fully ready to kick Peter’s ass.
Although the two of you grew comfortable quickly, there was still a slight air of tension. There was that underlying thing that neither of you was going to bring up, but secretly wished the other would. You used humor as a coping mechanism, constantly deflecting with sarcasm and bad jokes.
It was inconvenient that the only person who really wanted to spend time with you was Peter, and you spent almost every minute of the day together. All of this would have been easier if you just had to awkwardly acknowledge him in passing, but no, you were literally sleeping less than 10 feet apart.
You tried to just see him as a friend, someone you could be goofy and dick around with. You think he is trying to see you the same way too. You try your best to keep physical contact out of the picture, but he can’t help but to grab your hand to drag you off somewhere, or for you to ruffle his hair after he says something stupid.
There was that inherent chemistry between the two of you, and if you hadn’t known better you could have ignored it, but that was the problem, you did know better. You both knew how you had fucked each other’s brains out that night, how the sexual interest and intense attraction truly was there and wasn’t just something you were imagining. But still, you resign to scrunching your nose at him and cracking bad jokes over board games to repress any feelings of wanting him on top of you.
You had found a small stack of board games and would cycle through them and play with anyone who was willing to sit with you and Peter for that long. Monopoly, Risk, and Scrabble. Certain members of the team would come in for certain games, some were better competitors than others. But that’s how the two of you mutually decided to pass the time. When you weren’t stewing over maps and images of cliff faces, you would go down to the common room with Peter and wait around until you had a large enough party to play. A few days passed by this way and you didn’t mind, it also gave you the chance to spend some time with the other members of the team, although they never became less intimidating.
You sat at the tiny wooden desk, you ass getting sore from sitting on the hard, wooden chair. You had been shuffling through papers, not really concentrating on anything in particular, when you felt Peter enter the room. You had headphones on and had the music cranked up, but you could always feel when he entered the room, despite how light on his feet he was.
You turn around, surprised to not see him there. But before you can fully turn back around to the desk your body instinctively recoils at Peter hanging upside down dangling over the wooden surface. You gasp as you start to fall back, chair slipping out underneath you. He shoots out a web from god knows where and catches the chair inches before it hits the ground.
You clutch your chest, slightly worried that cardiac arrest might be in your near future. Before you can yell at him, or even get up, he is toppled over on the desk cracking up. He lowers you slowly, so you are now flat on your back. He continues to hysterically laugh and you can’t help but join him.
“What the fuck man!” you finally say in between giggles.
“I’m sorry I-” Peter, still gasping for air in between bellows, “I just wanted to scare you, I didn’t realize you would-” still laughing.
“You are an asshole,” you say, finally getting up, you smack him off your desk and start to reorganize your papers.
“You can’t be mad at me, that was so funny,” Peter, finally upright, moves across the room.
“You bet your ass I will be getting you back though,” you point your finger sternly at him, although you were unsure how you could top hanging from the ceiling, “If you are here to ask me to play scrabble with you, I may explode.”
“No, no, I need a solid 12-hour break from board games before I kick your ass at Monopoly again,” he never stops rubbing it in, “I was just wondering if you wanted to look around for something to eat for dinner.”
You smooth out your hair and clothes to join him in the hallway, quickly entering the somewhat crowded main room. The others were eating as well, as everyone had become accustomed to the motion of the ocean and had started taking Dramamine. The two of you conclude on a box of mac and cheese, as long as Peter did all the work. He owed you at least that considering your heart stopped for a solid 15 after that stunt he pulled.
Everyone finishes their meals and clears out of the room, heading back to their respective rooms, leaving you and Peter to discuss the mechanics of eating mac and cheese with a spork.
“Make sure to wrap it before you tap it, kids,” Sam nudges Peter on the shoulder as he exited the room.
“Oh my god do they all know about that?” you ask.
“Kind of,” Peter’s face grew red, “they all really like you, I swear.”
“He wouldn’t shut up about you for weeks!” Sam yells from the hallway, clearly still within earshot of you.
You threw your hands over your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe that all the freaking Avengers knew about your sex life. You wondered how much Peter had told them, but didn’t dare ask. You just hoped they all knew that you were professional and hadn’t just weaseled your way onto this trip because you had slept with Spiderman, although that technically was the case.
“I am painfully bored,” you admit, bringing your dishes to the sink, “is there really nothing else to do other than Monopoly and sleep?”
“I mean I can think of a few things…” Peter jokes, although you hope deep down that he isn’t.
“Hey, quit it with the flirting,” you join him on the couch, “you made me dinner and now you’re making passes at me, don’t break the rules.”
“But rules are so boooooring, and this boat is soooo booooring,” he slumps into your lap, making those puppy dog eyes at you again.
“Okay then, lets… do something exciting then,” you suggest, getting up and waltzing across the room.
“What could possibly be exciting?”
“If I remember your top-secret Avengers info correctly, there is a whole game room just waiting to be broken into.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” Peter questions, “hey, and isn’t your whole deal that you want to be respectful and professional and everything?”
Although he makes a fair point, everyone is in bed at this point and your boredom was killing your brain cells. You both could use something to occupy your minds as this boat slowly trudges into colder and colder territory.
“Oh I’m sorry,” you start, “I didn’t realize you were bitten by a radioactive scardey cat.”
He rolls his eyes at you and follows you out into the hallway and down the stairs.
“Fine, but I am not taking the blame for this if we get in trouble.”
“Fine, fine, it was all my idea, you can even rat me out.”
You make your way down to the bottom floor, where neither of you had yet been. You find the door at the end of the hallway and quietly jiggle the door handle open.
“Dude, your secret intel was all lies,” you whisper, “the door wasn’t even locked.”
You slip your way into the door and feel around for a light switch. Although it was nowhere near as exciting as you would have hoped, it was still something. The lights flicker on and reveal a mostly empty ballroom, a small one albeit, a few tables, couches, and a bar. It wasn’t much different from the room upstairs except the one thing that caught your eye, the bar.
“Come on Peter, it will be fun,” you start, already knowing he will protest your devilish ideas, “plus, I bet no one can even hear us down here.”
“I don’t know, I don’t want to take anything that doesn’t belong to me.”
“If that’s your concern I have like twenty bucks in cash upstairs that I will gladly leave in the place of whichever one of these fine bottles we choose to take.”
“I suppose,” you notice him coming around to the idea, “but we have to be quiet, I don’t want to disrupt anyone’s sleep.”
“Of course, of course,” you were now behind the bar, eyeing your selections, “pick your poison, Parker.”
You grab a bottle and take a seat on one of the couches, Peter sits down across from you.
“Are we friends?” you ask Peter, taking a swig right from the bottle and passing it over to him.
“Um, I guess so? Why?” Peter takes a sip much more easily than you had expected.
“I just feel like I don’t know anything about you. Friends know things about each other.”
“You know that I’m Spiderman, most people don’t know that about me.”
“I guess,” you take the bottle back from him, “but we have spent every day together for almost a week now, and I don’t really know anything about you. Your name is Peter Parker, you have magic spider monkey powers, you have a big dick...”
“Peter Benjamin Parker,” he says, hand out asking for the bottle again.
“Hmm?” you finish your sip and hand the liquor over.
“My middle name is Benjamin, that’s something you don’t know about me.”
“That’s so cute,” the liquor hitting you already, “that suits you so well.”
“Thanks, it was my Uncle’s name,” Peter took a long sip, “he, um, he died when I was in high school.”
“Oh,” you didn’t expect this conversation to get so serious so quickly, “were you two close?’
“Yeah, my parents are dead, so he and my Aunt May were my guardians. May is great, she’s like the best person ever, love her with my whole heart. But Uncle Ben died and it was pretty hard on us, and I became Spiderman, and… it was all kind of a mess, to be honest.”
“I’m- I’m really sorry to hear that,” you look down, unsure of how to continue.
“Ok now you go,” he says, handing you the bottle.
“Huh?” you were still trying to process everything he had just thrown out there.
“Our drinking game, you say something the other person doesn’t know about you and also you drink.”
“That just sounds like a conversation to me.”
“Ok, then you come up with something!”
“No, no, I like it,” you laugh, the alcohol steadily setting into your bloodstream, “I just don’t really have any exciting secrets like dead parents or superpowers though.”
“That’s ok, just tell me your favorite ice cream flavor or something. You are right, we barely know anything about each other.”
“Coffee, but coffee mixed with cookies and cream, so like the coffee ice cream has little bits of cookie mixed in it. What’s yours?”
“Ben and Jerry's.”
“That’s not a flavor, that’s a brand.”
“Doesn’t matter. That’s my answer. This is my game, so I say Ben and Jerry's.”
The two of you had somehow migrated from the couches over to the large wooden dance floor, laying with arms and legs starfished out around you. You went back and forth, telling stupid facts about yourselves, whoever wasn’t talking was drinking. You flip over onto your stomachs and rest your head on your arms, crossed in front of you. You were staring directly into Peter’s eyes.
Normally being this close to him would make you a blend of anxious and horny and giddy. However, the bottle was well over half gone at this point. The two of you had been talking for hours, rolling around on the hard floor and laughing at each other’s stories.
“Have you ever been in love?” you ask, the thought escaping your mouth before it could be filtered through your brain.
“Damn,” Peter, equally as drunk as you, responds, “that’s a little personal, don’t you think?”
“Okay mister shares-a-room-with-me-and-also-let-me-suck-his-dick-in-a-spare-room-at-a-work-function Parker.”
“Hey,” he sits up, struggling a little bit, “I thought we were secretly silently agreeing not to bring that up.”
“Ban lifted,” you sit up too, “we are playing the reveal-your-secrets drinking game that YOU made up.”
“It’s called “get to know your roommate better through discussion and drink” and it’s fun,” he says defensively, “and no, I was a loser in high school and now I spend my weekends lurking around in alleyways waiting for people to punch, so no, never been in love.”
“You lurk in alleyways? Doesn’t really sound very superhero esque to me,” you make fun of him.
“I’ve been to space, so, suck on that.”
“Can I see it?”
Peter gives you a funny look, not entirely sure what you’re getting at.
“Your suit you dummy, show me your super suit. Show me Spiderman!”
“I don’t know y/n, I’m kind of drunk and I don’t want to wake anyone up.”
“What? Spiderman can’t be quiet? Please, Peter, pleeeasssee.”
“Ok fine but I’m taking that twenty from your wallet to leave at the bar.”
“Fine!” you lay back on the ground, closing your eyes that felt very heavy, “I’ll be here waiting for you Spideyyy.”
Peter takes a while, slowly making his way up the stairs to your shared room. You patiently wait for him, pacing around the entertainment room taking long gliding steps, twirling around with your arms spread out.
“Okay, I have a few different ones with me, but this one is the coolest for sure,” Peter starts talking to you before he is even all the way down the stairs, taking them three at a time. You stare at him with bulging eyes, mouth dropping slightly agape.
“What? Don’t look at me like that you’re making me self-conscious,” he steps into the room, Spider-suit clinging tightly to his body.
“How?” you walk up to him, placing a hand on the shiny material, surprised to find it was cold and metallic to the touch, “are you so perfect?”
“Excuse me?” Peter stumbles a little bit.
“Look at you! You’re freaking amazing!” you fall back onto the old leather couch, making your landing dramatic, as if he had blown you away.
“Shut up, don’t make fun of me,” Peter shies away, “I’m not even gonna put the mask on now.”
“I’m not making fun of you! Do something super, please?? Will you??”
He sighs, exasperated, and drunk, and shoots a web across the room, swinging his body along with it. He wasn’t as graceful as he usually was, and had never tried using his suit while intoxicated, so this was all new.
“Holy shit!” you exclaim, causing Peter to whip around and dramatically motion for you to be quiet, “fuck, sorry. Holy shit!” you whisper.
“Can I take it off? I’m getting sweaty,” he drops his shoulders and mopes.
“I suppose…” you shuffle back over to the couch, “but know I like you much more in the sexy superhero outfit than those sweats you’ve been rocking.”
“Don’t hate on the joggers,” he was slipping back into them, you hadn’t even noticed that he had taken the spider suit off, it had happened so fast. You found yourself staring at his bare chest, unable to control your drunk expression of lust.
“Are we still playing the roommate honesty game?” you ask, desperately trying to focus your eyes on something other than Peter getting dressed.
“Yes,” he grabs the bottle over from where you had left it on the table, “and it’s my turn to ask.”
“Okay shoot spider-boy.”
He takes a long sip before sitting across from you, looking at you intently. “You lifted the ban, so I get to ask, and I’m just drunk enough to not give a fuck, so I have to do it.”
“Okay?” unsure of where he was going with this.
“Why,” he pauses before taking another quick sip, “why did you leave that night? Why didn’t you leave your number?”
It took you a second, and you sat there, slightly uncomfortable. You weren’t sure how to start, opening your mouth before words had formed in your brain.
“I’m sorry,” he cuts you off before you can even speak, “You don’t have to answer that, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“No, its ok,” you felt weirdly sober suddenly, despite not being able to feel your hands or feet or cheeks, “I- I just didn’t really know what I was doing. I had never really slept with someone I didn’t know like that, and I wasn’t sure what the rules were, what the protocol was.”
“I’m not good at that stuff either,” he avoided eye contact with you, “I probably just should have asked you for it.”
“I just, I didn’t want to leave it and then have you never call. I figured you were so busy being an Avenger, and you probably get girls all the time. I just jumped to the conclusion that it all meant a lot more to me than it did to you,” you look up at him, face previously buried in your hands.
“It meant something to me,” he says, “are you kidding, how could it not have? Did you hear Sam earlier? All I could talk about for weeks was how pissed I was that I didn’t ask you for your number, that I let you slip away.”
“I’m sorry for instilling the secret ban on talking about it,” you apologize to him, “and I’m sorry I left that night, I was just nervous. You make me nervous.”
“I am so un-intimidating. Thor is here, Captain America is here, they are intimidating. I’m like a 7 on a good day and all I can cook is boxed mac and cheese. Why do I make you nervous?”
“First off, shut up, you’re an 11 every day and you know it, you might be a secret genius, and you have freaking superpowers, plus you lowkey got me this job so I owe a lot to you.”
“I’m sorry if things have been weird or tense or whatever,” his cheeks turning redder than they had previously been.
“Don’t apologize, it’s a weird situation that neither one of us could have known about. And I’m the one who should be sorry if things are weird or tense.”
Peter gets up and joins you on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder. You still felt very nervous, but in a new way. You just want to lay there and hold him, let him know that you like him, that you really really like him.
“Do you think we could make it less weird?” your mouth does that thing again, saying ideas before your brain can properly filter them, “Do you think if we just kissed once it would diffuse the tension?”
You weren’t sure if this was actually a good idea, or if your brain was just trying to find a rational way to bring up to Peter how you wanted nothing more than to kiss him. You turned to him, alcohol helping with the typical nervousness and awkwardness that this situation would typically present.
“You just have to promise me,” he says, bringing one of his strong hands to cup your cheek.
“Promise you what?”
“Promise me that you’ll stop.”
“Stop?”
“Yeah, stop. Stop being pretty. Stop being funny. Stop being smart and witty and better than me at board games. Stop talking in your sleep and leaving your towel on your head for hours after you’ve gotten out of the shower. Stop doing all those things that are making this trip so hard for me. You have to promise me that you’ll stop.”
“If I promise, then you’ll kiss me?” you whisper, leaning into the hand that was pressed against your skin. He nods at you, tucking his lower lip between his teeth.
“Okay, then I promise. I’ll be mean and horrible to you for the rest of the trip. I’ll be nasty and unlikeable, and I’ll tell even more jokes than I already do, and now you won’t even have to pretend to laugh.”
He scrunches his nose at you, grinning a familiar smile as he leans into you.
“You promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
You part your lips slightly, his mouth hovering over yours as you take a sharp breath inward, preparing yourself. His hand snakes from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his and holding your head steadily, not wanting to feel your lips part from his. You latch onto his lower lip, hands coming up instinctively to cup his face.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you pull his face closer to yours. His hand on the base of your neck and your hands on his face acted as a human vice grip, locking your faces together as you felt his lips interlock with yours. You tilt your head, allowing his tongue to slip into your ready mouth.
The kiss wasn’t sexual or heated, the way a tension diffusing kiss was supposed to be, it was slow, earnest, warm.
You were drunk, but you could feel every shift and movement in his body, every maneuver of his hand. He wasn’t kissing you the way a drunk boy should kiss you, he kissed you as if you had just come home from the airport, like you just received good news, like you had known each other for much longer than this Antarctica trip.
You were the one to pull away, immediately regretting it the moment you did. You stared at him with sad eyes, not knowing what would happen next. He just stared back, not wanting to register that the kiss was over.
Before he could say anything or look at you in a way that made you feel the need to say something, you turned around, back facing him and laid back. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Taking his hand and weaving his long fingers between yours, you tell him
“I hate you,” staying true to your promise. You close your eyes and let your body fully relax into his.
“I hate you more,” he kisses the top of your head, burying his face in your hair, closing his eyes too.
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Felicity
Tv series (1998-2002)
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Spoilers...
I’ve gradually been watching Felicity for the past few months & have completed watching the series. I gotta say it’s charming & oddly addictive.
At the beginning of the series Felicity (Keri Russell) is an extremely shy & introverted character. She’s adorable. We see her proudly graduating high school but also feeling some trepidation about it. Naturally.
She sees her high school crush, Ben Covington, (Scott Speedman) at their high school graduation & decides to just go & talk to him. She regretted not getting to know him before. So she fixes that. Her yearbook had some sort of printing issue so they gave it to her on graduation day. So she asks Ben to sign her yearbook.
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Surprisingly he sits down & writes a very thoughtful message to her. It’s sweet & inspiring. She decides to follow him to New York & she gets into NYU.
In tv land one can get into school in just a couple months - ya know completely ignoring the hundreds of people waitlisted lol That made me chuckle when watching. No big deal though.
Felicity gets to school & realizes Ben was just a nice guy & wasn’t in love with her of course. So she gets a bit of a reality check.
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She makes a few friends & lives in the biggest dorm room on the history of planet Earth!
My room in my old dorm was ‘big’ and it had 3 feet of space between the beds...much bigger than my sister’s dorm lol
Felicity is likeable because she’s sweet, smart, shy & confused & just trying to figure her life out. All she knew is she didn’t want med school as her parents kept trying to shove it down her throat.
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Ben is a nice guy who struggles with feeling stupid sometimes (though is actually really smart). He struggled with some of his classes & lacks a clear path for his major.
Occasionally Ben has these lines & that message in the yearbook which made me stop & go ‘you’re a writer’. I kept thinking he was going to become a writer...then in season four he decides to be a doctor. Okay...it was an alright decision & I like his academic plot lines in season 4 so no real complaints there.
We meet Noel Crane (Scott Foley)who is super dreamy. He’s smart, nice, outspoken but sensitive. A straight laced student & Resident Advisor (RA) who becomes Felicity’s friend & has a crush on her.
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Throughout the series that’s the love triangle. It was interesting but there was far too much emphasis on it. Often it overshadowed the more interesting storylines on the show, IMO.
Noel pines for Felicity & loses sight of his life then soon graduates without a plan then later develops depression. I thought that was a great storyline. Noel’s family history of depression was compelling & how the character described it was very well done.
Back then tv shows didn’t talk about mental illness but this was handled delicately.
Noel gets help & gets better. He gets his life back on track, pursuing his dream of graphic design. There’s a line where he gets teased for liking computers...ya know as only ‘nerds’ like that stuff 😂
Felicity’s roommate Meghan Rotundi (Amanda Foreman) is a bit of a goth/Wicca practitioner. Every other character wear clothes I assume that are from The Gap so Meghan looks very different in her black mesh clothes & dark makeup. Nice contrast but I feel like Meghan’s development was overlooked for the most part of the series. She’s very blunt, unapologetic, sometimes mean...but she also cares for others even though she’ll deny it.
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In her romantic life there’s growth but not academically. It’s only in the end of the last season does she realize she wants to pursue psychiatry. I think there were some missed opportunities there.
Though I will say I like that her uptight parents accept her for her quirks & clothing choices.
Sean Blumberg (Greg Grunberg) ...I have mixed feelings about his character. He’s an ambitious inventor & sort-of businessman. He owns a loft where Ben sublets /shares with him. Sean’s nice, caring & excitable. He’s also several years older. Around 5 or 6yrs difference I think.
His age difference was brought up several times, as if it were supposed to be important. In my last year of school I lived with a woman who was 15 years older than me. So what? Not a big deal. I’m not sure why the show kept pointing it out.
The only issue with his age is that at one point he’s 27 and STILL has no steady job. None! He’s all-in with his inventions that make no money & his family isn’t rich so how does that work now? He has a loft in New York with zero income? One episode talked of him owing money but come on, get rid of the loft, downsize then get a job, even if part time. *sigh*.
At the start of the series I liked Sean but then they turned him into a pathetic leech who gets mad & throws tantrums easily. He became incredibly annoying.
When I was near the end of the series I started to think that Sean would actually make a good salesman. Imagine him trying to sell cars, just the right amount of pushy. Though they put an episode in that made him look like a buffoon when making a sales pitch. So I feel like the writers were confused or trying to sabotage his character because he still ends up leeching off his buddy Noel & they end up business partners. 🤷‍♀️
Sean & Meghan date & eventually marry. I thought they were cute together at first but not as long term. I feel like Meghan would murder him due to being sick of his shit.
Elena Tyler (Tangi Miller) becomes a good friend to Felicity. All the ladies care for each other a great deal. Elena is very intelligent & a hard worker. She had a few romances & nearly got married. But I’ll be honest I found her boring. Not sure why. I think the most interesting part of her character was that she chose not to marry her fiancé Tracy. I thought it was a very smart move. And I found her background with her mom interesting but they didn’t do much with that.
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Richard Coad starts out as an annoying member of the dorm. He & Noel become friends then later gets befriended by the group. Richard is a neurotic, blunt talking mess. He’s somehow still kinda adorable though does have some rough spots. I really liked him up through season 3. Season 4 he was in much less and then the writers turned him into a racist moron. Even if he had those thoughts I feel like his character would be more subtle & not as rude due to his overly developed sense of self preservation. Plus he’s not stupid, just blunt & a bit disconnected.
He did apologize but still it felt just so...wrong. Out of character even.
In any case I think the writers should have made him a little more like Rob Benedict, the actor who played him. Rob’s loveable.
Javier Quintata (Ian Gomez) is the owner at the coffee shop Dean & Deluca. He’s the boss but becomes very close with everyone, especially Felicity. I really liked him at first. Eventually his personal favours become outlandish & his stories started to make my eyes roll.
He & his devoted husband break up over non-issues. Why? It added nothing to the plot. Javier also wants to pursue acting at NYU. He’s really not good so it came off as a dumb idea & all scenes in acting class become annoying. I feel like the writers didn’t know what to do with him. I’d have preferred if he pursued a different dream- one that made sense. Like maybe all the years working with coffee & pastries inspires him to want to be a chef? 🤷‍♀️
Felicity. Throughout the series she’s shy, gradually getting more of a backbone. She admits to loving art & wants to pursue it. Her parents constantly pull her down , try to talk her out if it, even bully & manipulate her. She is for the most part uncompromising. I loved that! She held her ground & from a person like her, who always kept the peace at the expense of her own happiness, that’s amazing.
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We see her grow though she spends far too much time angst-ing over Ben & Noel. Often she seems tortured with very few moments of being free & having fun.
I loved how in season 4 she befriends fellow artist Owen. I feel like that was huge. I loved how they went to galleries together & talked about their art & life. It was refreshing. I love that Felicity’s honours art class was so important to her & everything around that plot.
I hated however, how she always put others first.
So...I have to mention Felicity’s haircut from Season 2. I didn’t find it that bad...but apparently Keri Russell got death threats from it. Complete insanity!
Though I do think as it was 1999 back then, people were more uptight with personal style. If she had dyed her hair pink instead people would have flipped out too.
I do think there were better hair styles to choose from though. I think if she had a cut her hair to chin length & straightened it it could look pretty & still have a big impact. Something like that.
But honestly it’s just hair. I had a horrible haircut one year in university but it grew out on a few months & was fine. No big deal....but I wasn’t on tv so no one cared I guess 🤷‍♀️
In the ‘series finale’ , Felicity abruptly chooses medicine. Why??? That uncompromising love for painting just gone....And back to medicine? I wanted her to be an artist!
Every artist has a day job to support them. Felicity was acting like she was going to starve because she couldn’t sell her paintings.
I wish they found her a day job she really liked to support herself. I wanted her to be all-in.
Or they could find her a middle ground. That internship at the architectural firm, she could have realized she wanted to be an architect or something. Something other than medicine.
I really like though that she chose herself finally. Then Ben follows her to school. That was perfect. I just wished she didn’t want to be a doctor. I feel like that goes against everything she wanted.
Overall a great series. I love how they approach mental health - Felicity’s too. She was getting therapy regularly. It was nice to see. Very healthy.
I like JJ Abrams’ work but I (like everyone else) question the last several episodes. Nonsensical & out of place.
Personally I think the show should have put less emphasis on the romantic relationships & drama & more on self discovery by all characters. That’s more interesting...then sprinkle in a few moments here and there. A few episodes on love etc each season. We didn’t need the constant longing looks & drama of Will they won’t they.
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I know I’m in a minority when it comes to such things but I feel the media - tv & movies especially focus WAY too much on the romance.
Then of course people like me who are borderline Asexual (except when it comes to fictional characters lol), I find it exhausting to always be bombarded with romance from all angles. However, if Felicity (and other shows) just used it occasionally & not every single episode I wouldn’t mind.
It’s just hard to care about a show if it just feels like it’s only about relationships and not much about life. But that’s just me.
The storylines that had me intensely interested in this show were:
- Ben’s relationship with his dad
- Ben gaining self confidence & realizing he’s actually smart
- Noel’s graphic designs & career
- Noel’s mental health
- Meghan’s rebellious nature & wanting to see what happens when she gets over the need to rebel (though we didn’t see much of it).
- Felicity’s parents’ attitude - I wanted them to see that they were wrong & admit it to her (though they don’t) 😞
- Wanting to see Richard find something he was really interested in & good at (which never happened)
- Wanting Felicity to have fun! Random silliness or parties...they rarely partied or did weird outings to things like paintball or bowling. College is for doing a million things. I wish tv land would do more if this
- Wanting Felicity to stop making decisions because of her love interests
- Wanting Felicity to go on a summer trip or internship to Europe on her own (never happened)
- Wanting Felicity to choose art (also didn’t happen) & support herself with either a job she simply likes (dog waking, tutoring, retail etc) or something in the art field (art therapy, illustrator etc)
To me these should have been the priorities & add romance occasionally...
But overall the series was good. The acting was really good from everyone. Even minor characters had pretty good actors. So well done!
The actors are great in other projects too. Keri Russell was in The Americans, even the Rise of Skywalker. Never saw them but I heard great things. Personally I really liked her in Austenland, August Rush, Mission Impossible 3 (small but great role), and I LOVED her in the movie Waitress.
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Definitely give the actors a watch in other projects, even if you have mixed feelings about them in Felicity. They’re all good.
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My take on Dora x Randy
I personally really enjoyed Dora and the Lost City of Gold, and Randy was my favorite character for sure. I just wanted to share my analysis of the Dora and Randy ship... so here we go. 
A lot of people don’t like the ship because they feel Randy comes off as over flirtatious. When you watch the movie, he never crossed over any bounds besides socially awkward nerd or genuinly caring friend. If anything, I think he’s just a bullied kid who doesn’t have any friends, which is a LOT like Dora. This is one of the reasons they work well together. Both have to go through what it’s like to have friends for the first time (That’s basically the theme of the movie). You have this super awkward nerd whose only form of human contact is shown to be physical abuse at school and emotional abuse at home. He’s shown eating at the lunch table, alone, with Dora his only table companion. He’s been going through for years what Dora went through for likely a month.
One day, when Randy is at his locker probably anticipating a daily bullying, this beautiful new student comes up to him, treats him like an actual person, has a conversation with him about an interest of his, and gives him a freakin cupcake. Does he jump all over her then? No! If anything, he just seems genuinely confused, because he’s not used to kindness. Even at the lunch table, when Dora asks him what the food she is eating is, he seems a little shocked someone is actually sitting near him and talking to him. He responds, but doesn’t ridicule her. More just confused at the question XD.
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I think Randy doesn’t really fall for Dora until after she hallucinates. Before he flirts with Dora and Sammy, probably just excited to be with two girls his own age treating him like an equal. It isn’t until after Randy lost Dora, when he realizes her life is in danger, that his mindset changes. At the beginning, it was a little crush he would show to any girl. After, he falls for her hard. He is so thankful to see she is okay (his face at that scene is adorable), and keeps his hand on her head even after she wakes up. He also sleeps next to her. Some might say this is weird, but obviously, this dude is worried sick about her. Dora almost died, and you better believe I would be SUPER overprotective for a few hours after one of my only friends and crush literally almost died. 
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You also get the ADORABLE animated scene with DiegoxSammy and DoraxRandy SUPER obvious.
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After that night, Randy seems a lot happier and makes a comment about how for the first time, he’s actually feeling really good. Then they fall into the aquifer, and you have this scene where he tries to impress Dora. He starts directly flirting with Dora, using a few “classic us” lines which yes, were cringey, but expected from such a nerd. When he ends up almost drowning everyone (oops), he saves the day and they all get dumped into this big pool. The first thing Randy does is run straight to Dora to give her a hug. Even Dora pulls away from her parents and excitedly hugs him back with a big smile on her face. 
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The attraction isn’t completely one-sided (though Randy is definitely the more affectionate of the two). For starters, Dora was the one to first approach him, give him a cupcake, be super friendly, and to ASK TO DANCE at the winter ball (out of everyone, she goes to him). She was so happy to ask him, and then seems a little sad that Randy didn’t want to dance, but she shakes it off real well since her personality is to be cheery (and even though she knows she was rejected, she has to be herself <3). Too bad Randy is SO awkward and didnt want to dance :P. They also eat lunch together. Just a lot of little things early on that points to a crush from Dora, or at least clear signs from a possibly autistic girl that she has a special interest in him. Keep in mind Dora is possibly autistic, at the very least socially challenged, so she probably would show a crush in a different way. However, Dora definitely gives Randy a few looks toward the end that cement the fact of a mutual crush.
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There are also a few scenes before the Hallucination, that I particularly liked between Randy and Dora. One is Randy calling Dora amazing, and the other is the really sweet look they share before they part ways (Randy to return home, Dora to find her parents). I think that sets up Randy saving her very well. And I like how well Randy and Boots got along, with their cute fistbump (don’t have that picture, sorry)
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One big thing that gets me is that at the end of the film, when Dora’s parents tell her she can explore with them, she looks right back at Randy, while Randy is speaking loudly, and says she wants to stay to study the indigenous people 😂 Plus the dip between Dora and Randy makes it canon for me that they are on the path to dating, if not already dating in the final scene. There’s also this really adorable look the two give each other at the end of the movie that I’m so mad I didn’t take a picture of in time. 
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I thought they were adorable together, and hope they become more canon in a sequel. There’s so much a sequel could do with them. I’d love to see Dora dealing with dating for the first time. I imagine them taking things slow, but also Dora randomly saying things about mating that just turn Randy into a nervous wreck XD. I especially want to see how her Papi would react XD!! And I’d love to see Randy spending time with Dora’s extended family, maybe getting a few lines with her Abuela while making dinner, and just interacting more with Dora’s culture. I also want an astronomy club meeting at some point, and Randy nervously asking Dora out for the first time. I WANT A KISS!
OK :P That’s all. Hope someone out there appreciates this super long post :P
Bye! And go see Dora and the Lost City of Gold if you haven't yet!
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Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing Pt. 7
Connor x Fem!Reader
Author’s Note: Things are going to become more dark and intense from here. I had mentioned in previous chapters that parts of this fic have actually happened to me. From this point on, there are going to be events that are very real to me. Your feedback is still very much welcomed and appreciated. If you’d like to be added to the tag list, please let me know. Thank you <3 
Warnings: Abuse: Emotional and mental. Anxiety attacks. Self doubt. 
Word Count: 2482
After spending a nice, relaxing afternoon with Connor, and making dinner together, you started to get ready for bed. Connor had left with a list of items to grab from your apartment. You told him you could handle going to your apartment yourself, but he insisted you stay and get comfortable. 
Your phone started vibrating, inching towards the edge of the bathroom counter. Without looking at the screen, you hit the green answer button. 
“Hello?”
“Where were you today?”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. You knew Jill would confront you sooner or later about leaving her when she needed you the most and then not going to work, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon. 
“I-I was sick,” you stammered. 
“Sure. Convenient for you to get sick the day after you abandoned me when I needed you. Let me take a wild guess: that fucking android made you stay home because it didn’t want you near the crazy woman,” Jill snarled. 
“It’s not like that, Jill.”
“Then how is it, Y/N? It looks to me like you abandoned me, then tried to avoid me by not going into work the next day all on the demand of that plastic piece of shit.”
“Jill, please. He came and got me, yes, but only because he could tell I was stressed. He was trying to protect me. I didn’t go into work because I felt like I couldn’t.”
“Why did he call in for you?”
You were quiet for a moment, “How do you know he called in for me?”
“Our manager told me.”
“What the fuck? She’s not allowed to do that!”
“Does it matter right now, Y/N?”
“Yes, actually it does. It doesn’t matter who called in. I asked him to because I didn’t feel up to it,” you lied. 
“Y/N, why did you leave me like that?” Her tone changed. She sounded hurt; wounded. 
“Jill, I didn’t leave you. Please try to understand that I left at that time because you had calmed down. You no longer were threatening suicide. There were other people there; great people who love you. I knew they would take care of you. I was anxious. I was afraid. I needed to take care of myself, too. I knew you would be okay. If you weren’t going to be okay, I wouldn’t have left.”
“You had no idea if I was going to be okay or not,” Jill snapped. 
“Jill,” you pleaded, your eyes filling with tears,” I knew you were safe with them. I would have never left you there with them if I didn’t trust them. Please believe me. I love you. You’re one of my best friends and I would never, ever do anything to harm you. Please understand that I only want the best for you.”
The line was silent. You could hear the front door opening and closing. The lock turned before you could hear soft footsteps heading to the hallway. You started to panic. You weren’t sure why. You knew Connor was okay with you still talking to Jill, but you also knew he didn’t want you to. You want to get off the phone before he found out. 
After what seemed like an eternity, Jill sighed, “Are you going to be at work tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I will be,” you tried to keep your voice low. His footsteps getting closer. 
“Will you pick me up? Like usual?” Jill asked, a slight demanding edge to her tone. 
“Yeah, I will. I gotta go, Jill. See you tomorrow morning.” You hit the disconnect button before she could respond. You knew by doing that, you’d probably get a text from her, but you could deal with that later. 
“Hey, sweetheart, I found everything on your list.” Connor stood in the doorway, a smile on his lips that lit up his whole face. He lifted your duffle bag. “I’ll just place this in my room?”
You returned the smile and took a few steps towards him, standing on the tips of your toes, you placed a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, please, my love. Thank you for getting my stuff. You really didn’t have to do that for me.” 
“I wanted to,” he shrugged. “Were you just on the phone? I thought I heard you talking.” 
Fuck. You forgot about his amazing android hearing. “Uh, yeah. Jill called.” There was no point in lying to the man. You knew he would find out. 
“Are you okay?” He set your bag on the ground and rested his hands on your cheeks, concern written all over his face. 
“Yeah...yeah, I’m okay. She wanted to know why I wasn’t at work. My manager told her you were the one who called in sick for me. Which I’m going to have to talk to someone about, cause that’s against policy. I don’t care if that manager knows Jill and I are friends, she’s not allowed to do that.”
“No, no she is not. Would you like me to approach her about it? Being approached by a cop is pretty intimidating.” Connor winked. 
You laughed, “No, let me try to handle it first. Then maybe we can scare her. But she insisted that the reason I took off yesterday wasn’t because I was sick, but because you talked me into taking off. Which...technically is true, but I didn’t want to go after that anyway. I just stuck to ‘I was sick, he called in for me because I asked him to.’ Don’t think she believes me but whatever.”
“Is that all she wanted?”
“She asked why I left her the night before when you came to get me. She also asked if I was going to be into work tomorrow and if I’d pick her up.”
“Are you going to go to work and pick her up?”
You sighed, “Yeah. I know you don’t want me to-”
“Y/N. It’s a car ride. It’s okay. Sure, I’d rather her not be in your life, but like I told you before, I’m not going to stop you from being friends with her. I just want you to keep me in the loop and I want you to keep your eyes open. Be aware.”
“Constant vigilance?”
“...Are you quoting Harry Potter to me?”
You smirked, “Maybe.” 
Connor ran a hand down his face and smiled, “You are such an adorable nerd.”
“Ah, but you knew the reference so what does that make you?” 
Connor released an exasperated breath, “a nerd, I guess.”
You grinned and threw yourself into his arms, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist. Connor laughed and kissed your nose. “You ready for bed, silly?”
“Yessir. I’m really tired. Especially after that conversation. My anxiety is really high.”
“Why did you answer to her?” He cocked his head to the side. 
“I didn’t look at the name. I was looking in the mirror and just hit the answer button. I thought maybe it was you. When I heard her voice, it was like I got punched in the chest. I knew she was going to yell at me. I didn’t expect her to call, though. I expected her to corner me at work.” 
“I don’t know about that. It seems more like her to only approach you in person if she is surrounded by people who would support her. If there are people she doesn’t know, I doubt she would actually have the guts to say anything to you.” 
You considered his words and nodded. You didn’t realize he had carried you to the bedroom until he fell forward onto the bed, trapping you under him. 
“Connor!” You giggled, throwing tiny punches into his chest. 
He smiled down at you and placed a sweet kiss to your lips. You sighed into the kiss. You pulled him closer, feeling his body start to heat up. You broke the kiss and snuggled into his chest. 
He chuckled and nuzzled into your hair. “Are you ready for bed, my sweet?” 
“Yeah. I’m anxious about tomorrow. I’m really tired but I dunno if I’ll be able to sleep,” you muttered as you pulled away from him. 
“What makes you anxious?” He kneeled in front of you while you sat up.
“ Seeing Jill. I don’t know why I agreed to pick her up. I shouldn’t have.” 
“Why don’t you text her and tell her something changed and you can’t? I’ll drive you.” He brushed his hand against your cheek.
“But how will I get home?” 
“Hank or I can get you. One of us will come get you.” 
You chewed your bottom lip, your brain going into overdrive. You began to imagine all the ways she could react to you canceling a plan you had made. 
“Y/N? Your heart rate is increasing. What’s wrong?” Connor moved closer, laying one arm on either side of your thighs. 
“I...She might get mad if I cancel plans.” You whispered. 
Connor frowned, his eyes searching your face. “Sweetie, I know I sound like a broken record, but she shouldn’t be mad at you for changes in plans. Especially something so simple like getting a ride to work. I know she has her own vehicle, I saw it in her driveway. I know it’s hard, baby. Just stick to your guns. Try not to let her words get under your skin. If she starts to, call or message me. If you feel like you are in danger, call me. Here, give me your phone.”
You pulled your phone out of your pajama pants and handed it to Connor. He unlocked it and paused. He glanced up at you before typing away on the screen. His glance sent a shiver down your spine. 
“There. Hank’s number is saved into your phone as well as the Detroit Police Station. Remember, you can always call 911. That should be your first choice if it’s an emergency no matter what. However, if you are out of danger and just need help, you can always call the station as well, there are plenty of officers there who would help.” He handed your phone back to you, the screen black.
“Connor, what did you see?” Your knuckles white around your phone. 
All emotion left Connor’s face. “I don’t know what happened during your phone conversation but she’s unhappy about it.”
You stared at your reflection in your phone screen, “I hung up on her. I heard you coming and didn’t want to be on the phone with her while you were here-not that I wanted to be on the phone with her, period, but I heard you coming, I told her I had to go and I’d see her tomorrow and just ended the call.” You started to hyperventilate. 
“Breathe, Y/N. It’s okay,” he peeled your hands off your phone and wraps them in his. “Please know that I would never be mad at you for talking to anyone. Yes, I don’t like her. I’m not going to hide that from you, but I’m not going to treat you any differently because of your friendship with her. Can you do me a favor?”
You nodded, tears streaming down your face, your gaze never leaving Connor’s hands encasing yours. It grounded you. 
He leaned forward, bumping your chin with his nose to make eye contact with you. “When you read those messages, don’t respond. Just tell her that there’s been a change of plans, if you have to lie and say your car battery is dead, do so. Tell her you can’t pick her up, but you’ll see her at work. Don’t make any excuses for ending the conversation the way you did. Got it?” 
You nodded again. He reached up and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “I’m going to get you some water and change for bed. Send that text. Don’t overthink it. I love you, Y/N. I know you don’t feel like you can do this, but you can. You are strong.” 
He kissed your forehead and stood, gently placing your phone back in your hands. With a sympathetic smile, he turned and left the room, heading for the kitchen. 
You unlocked your phone. Sixteen unread texts. You took a deep breath and clicked on the notification, opening the text thread with Jill. 
“Why did you hang up on me?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I thought we were friends Y/N. Why would you do this to me?”
“Did your fucking android come home? Is that why you had to ditch me so fast?”
“Why are you choosing him over me?”
“I thought you were better than that. I thought we were closer than that.”
“Why aren’t you answering me?”
“Please Y/N. Answer me.”
“Y/N please. I’ve been drinking and I feel suicidal. I need you”
“Are you fucking that piece of plastic?”
“Is your plastic toy more important than your flesh and blood friend?”
“Why are you fucking ignoring me?”
“Are you still getting me tomorrow?”
“Are you still coming to work tomorrow?”
“Y/N seriously, why are you ignoring me?”
“I don’t understand what is going on. Please answer me.”
You closed your eyes and released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You immediately felt guilty. She was feeling suicidal? No matter what you did, you felt guilty. You felt guilty for talking to her, knowing how Connor felt. You felt guilty for not answering her when it looked like she needed you...but then Connor’s words started to play through your head. Maybe she was just using this as a way to control you. But what if she wasn’t? What if she was actually suicidal and one text from you could save her? 
You shook your head to try to clear your brain of all the thoughts that swarmed and buzzed. 
You typed back: I’m sorry, my phone was on silent. Something had come up. I wasn’t ignoring you. I won’t be able to pick you up tomorrow. My car battery died. So I’ll just meet you at work. I’m so sorry. Fuck my car, man. I’ll see you tomorrow! 
You reread the text several times before hitting send. Connor had come back with a glass of water for you, placing it on the nightstand and ruffling your hair as he went to his side of the bed. 
You plugged your phone in and snuggled under the covers. After changing, Connor joined you, pulling you into his chest. Your phone continued to vibrate for a while before finally stopping. Neither of you mentioned it. You both knew who was calling and texting. There was no need to discuss it anymore that night. 
“I love you, Y/N, my everything,” Connor whispered into your ear.
“I love you too, Connor, my heart,” you mumbled into his chest before falling asleep. 
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