#ur honor i fucking love them so bad
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@graveshft said: i know i’m not who you expected to see this morning.
vanessa blinks up at him, still adjusting to wakefulness. it's funny-- to her it's like no time has passed at all, but mike looks different. a little better than when she last saw him, actually. that's nice. it's nice that he's here, too. 'i wasn't really expecting to see anyone this morning.' there's a warm little feeling inside her, seeing him in the daylight after so much time spent under shadowed neon and half-dead, yellowing fluorescents. there is also, however, the quiet suggestion of a question mark. of all people, why would he be here to see her?
'i...' she begins carefully, still half drowsy and wincing at the tinny, unused sound of her voice. 'i don't mean to sound ungrateful–– because i am. grateful, i mean. i just, uh... what are you... doing here?'
#ive decided he is serendipitously just#there when she wakes up#like not necessarily The Moment but like on her first day Back#mike drops by and the nurses are like bro ur not even gonna believe this#graveshft#im sorry if this is like incomprehensibly flowery#ive been trying to vary my sentence structure and stuff but this might be getting too wacky lol#em; ok be cool you cant just tell this guy hes the only person you would want to see right now#em; lol so why are you here#ur honor i fucking love them so bad
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You want Soapghost asks, you get them… headcanons, share. It’s my favorite thing to ask bc we’re all so creative and I love it.
oh I used to make a whole tiktok series on this so I’m happy to oblige.
- Most ppl make Soap the picky eater but I actually think the opposite. (No hate to the ppl who do obviously). Ghost is the picky eater. Outside of missions, he’s very meticulous about what he eats. He doesn’t like certain textures and if it has a weird aftertaste he won’t eat it. Soap however, will eat anything you put in front of him like dog
- Soap has a thing for bad boys and always had. Any man that screams elusive and dangerous, he gets infatuated with. So he’s not at all surprised by his crush on Ghost. He does get surprised by him falling in love with Ghost, though. He’s had a strict no allowing himself to fall in love rule after he had joined the military, afraid of leaving someone behind. So in a way, both Soap and Ghost were each others exceptions when it comes to falling in love.
- Ghost is one clingy mf. Sometimes, if Soap is sketching something or watching tv, he’ll take the object from his hands and toss it to the side before settling onto his lap, pulling him in for a cuddling session. Soap calls it “dedicated to Simon time.” Each time the Scot just laughs lightly and hugs him tightly. This only happens when they’re alone tho.
- They try to keep their relationship a secret for as long as possible and it’s actually Rudy that ends up clocking them on it. Alejandro and Rudy had come down for a visit. Rudy took one look at them and said, “Glad to see you finally got together.” This causes both Price and Gaz to look over at them in confusion.
- Soap actually cut his hair into a Mohawk for two reasons. 1) it looked cool and his parents always told him no to it growing up. 2) he has a terrible habit of tugging at his hair aggressively when he’s stressed and had originally planned to cut it all off in a buzz cut but couldn’t fully let go of his hair. It’s harder to rip at like this.
- they are always in each others spaces. if soap is standing, you’ll find ghost pressed up behind him as he talks to someone. If ghost is somewhere you can guarantee you’ll see soap right next to him
- Ghost gets man flu. Badly. ghost whenever he’s sick and will spend the whole time complaining and latching onto Soap
- Although Soap will eat anything you put in front of him, if there’s a sudden hard object in his food or a weird crunch, he’ll convince himself it’s a bug or bones and will be unable to finish it.
- Price had caught onto Ghost’s feelings as soon as he had heard Soap switch from “Mactavish” “Sergeant” or “Soap” to “Johnny.”
- They communicate sometimes via tapping or squeezing Morse code into each others limbs. This is both on missions and when they’re around their friends. Bonus if this is what gets them together.
- Ghost tends to shut himself away and hide when he has a breakdown. Soap is always able to find him.
- Soap apologizes a lot when he’s breaking down. Ghost reassures him it’s okay and that he doesn’t have to apologize.
- Ghost is a really attentive boyfriend. He puts his all into loving Johnny, even if scares him. He tries every day to fight against his trauma that’s begging him to run and hide. When they first started nearing more than friends, Ghost tried his best to stay away but just couldn’t. He never was toxic to Soap. Just tried to emotionally and mentally distance himself by trying to spend a more normal amount of time with him where he tried to be more friendly than lowkey flirty. Nothing worked. So then he figured if he was going to do this, he’ll treat it like he treats a mission and give it his best shot at succeeding. Be the best he can be in his role. They have a very healthy relationship bc of it.
- Soap has two sisters. One older (by only a year. He was an oops baby as she loves to tell him) and one younger (by two years). His older sister has always been overprotective over him. She’s headstrong and practically helped their mother raise the two younger siblings since their father was always working. His younger sister is more on the shy side. She’s very quiet. Doesn’t defend herself much. She likes music and art and is actually a famous violin player. His older sister is a stay at home mom to two wonderful children. An elder boy and a girl. She named the girl after Soap bc she said said she reminded her so much of him as a baby. Her name is Johnna. Soap thinks it’s because she was born after he just left their house for a slightly longer leave.
- My friend hammy and I actually both have this one. Ghost likes photography. He takes pictures of his loved ones off guard with a Polaroid camera and keeps them in a fire proof box underneath his bed. He does this bc he really has nothing to remember his original family by, so he tries his best to keep memoirs of his found one. Soap takes up a majority of them.
- Sometimes if Soap isn’t paying attention to him when they’re on leave, Ghost will just straight up pick him up and haul him over his shoulder to bring him wherever he wants to go. Soap always loudly protests about this but let’s him do it anyways.
- Ghost is gay and demisexual. Soap is bi with a heavy male lean.
#I refuse to believe they’re not canocally in love#I love them so bad#I will forever make them soft#ur honor. them.#takes ur military men who’ve committed war crimes and makes them fall in love#fuck u. *softens up ur military men*#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap
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Uncle Nina Peppermint, I am sorry tumblr 'Got' you. But I was reading through your HCs and it got me thinking about when you talked about when Style is finally dating and Stan getting StanBanned for flirting with Kyle while he's studying...Do you have an example? Eyes Emoji...It can be spicy...
ohhhhh my god. thank you for your condolences, i'm crying! you know what i was in jail so i also put stan in jail lmaoooooo. which brings me to...yes absolutely. i doooooo have an example. this ask was so iconic i, like, kind of started to write a one shot about it, but then i got lazy and remembered i have to answer my comments and start writing thirteen, so you can have like four paragraphs of fleshed out writing and like a million skeleton lines of dialogue. it's not that spicy like literally pep!stan and kyle are in the trenches of horny jail for their indecent thoughts in every chapter like every four lines so it's like not worse than that but it's under a read more anyways.
also honestly...bless you. i was like man i hate when the boys are miserable and dying this sucks so bad, so anytime i can write them being happy and in love is like...so peaceful. stan tho...is really annoying. i would also stan ban that bitch! banished to the shadHOE realm! but here is this, it's something and nothing, i hope you laugh.
“Stan, I’m TRYING to study!”
Kyle complained as he strained his eyes trying to still the words printed across the pages of the math textbook he was holding up to his face which were now jumping all over the place due to his super best boyfriend using the bottom of said math textbook as a school-supplied skate park for Kyle’s eraser...
...Which he was using as a Tech Deck.
“Well, you’re not doing a very good job.” Stan shot back after doing a sick synthetic rubber kickflip that was so obnoxious it caused page 159 to turn involuntarily, aggravating Kyle to no end.
“And just whose fault is that, exactly?” Kyle interrogated hotly, narrowing his emerald eyes at Stan, whose lovely, very distractingly perfect head was in his lap and was feigning total innocence like Kyle had raised an absolutely ridiculous accusation against him.
He gasped and clasped a hand over his chest, totally aghast.
Kyle groaned.
“I’m sooooo helpful! Like if you drop your big, dumb, heavy nerd boy textbook, I’ll break its fall with my face and it won’t hurt your lap at all! I’m holding your e r a s e r! And—ANNNND!”
Stan had started to protest as he ducked under the arm of the annoyed boy, pulling himself into a sitting position before leaning up towards Kyle’s cheek and blowing a warm, minty jet of air at it, which left an guilty, culpable line of blush where Stan’s breath had kissed his skin.
“You had an eyelash.” He stated with far too much pride and excitement before his brow furrowed at a sudden realization. “Wait. FUCK. You didn’t make a wish.”
Stan nudged Kyle with his elbow urgently, like it was of the utmost importance he did so.
“Hurry up! Go make your wish, dummy!” He pestered and persisted.
“I wish you would stop annoying me while I am studying.” Kyle deadpanned.
Which was fine because Stan’s voice bore all the animation and energy needed to carry the both of them as he stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, mocking him childishly.
Note: It’s all fun and games falling madly in love with your best friend, the boy next door, and seemingly most flawless person on Earth until you realize that in doing so you were blind to a very incriminating and important piece of evidence…
That being that he’s extremely fucking annoying.
Yes, unfortunately, Stanley Marsh was a living, breathing testament to the fact that a person’s physical beauty, does not counteract how absolutely annoying they can be. Actually, Kyle Broflovski had no scientific evidence to back up this claim, but having dated his best friend for two months, he was certain that somehow the more absolutely radiant you were, the more irritating you were. Because Stanley Marsh was very, very radiant and very, very, very irritating.
“Haha! You’re supposed to make your wish silently! If you say it out loud it won’t come true!”
“You didn’t—“
Kyle started to argue before biting his tongue and swallowing back an argument that he literally did not have time to be having right now as he painstakingly slid his glasses down the bridge of his nose and aggressively scrubbed the circular lenses of the unsightly, practically prehistoric looking things, now all fogged up by the bewitching, breathtaking peppermint breeze that had escaped between said radiant, irritating boy’s lips
…which he was trying very hard not to think about.
That was very difficult to do, of course, when the side of your face was being poked violently a million times by a badly painted, black Hot Topic polished index finger and your name was being called over and over again with the firing rate of a machine gun that sounded something like:
“Ky! Kyle! Kyle! KylekylekyleKYLEKYLEKYL—“
His head whipped around like he was swinging a battle-axe.
“W H A T !?”
Stan placed his head on the slope of Kyle’s shoulder and looked up at him through his eyelashes, which were very long and darkened with the smoky residues of emo boy eyeliner. Kyle held his breath, attempting aloof detachment, as Stan bat the alluring, accursed things at him several times and, as if the unsheathing of Kyle’s one true Kryptonite was not evil enough, Stan also pouted at him.
Fucking hell.
“I’m bored. Pay attention to me.” Which he tried unsuccessfully to steal as he lurched forward with his lips pursed hoping to connect with some cherry-flavored chapstick only for Kyle to jerk his head away at the last second with his eyes wide, using his textbook as an Anti-Sexy, Spearmint Stan Marsh shield.
“I’M STUDYING!” Kyle shouted, but it was more like a squeak as he attempted ( also unsuccessfully ) to shoo Stan away who had dramatically exclaimed,
“I’M STUD-D Y I N G!”
After throwing a tanned, ringed Stan-Hand over his eyes like the world was so cruel and horrible. “I cannot beeeeelieve you would rather learn about Progagility than makeout!”
“It’s probability. But…that was a really good guess. The b’s do look g’s, just flipped. I’m proud of you. That was a tough one.”
He reassured with rare softness as he placed a tiny kiss on Stan’s nose. To which, Stan beamed at him, totally besotted. He earned it.
“It measures the likelihood of a certain event to occur.”
“And what is the likelihood of you putting that textbook down and sticking your tongue down my throat instead?”
“Highly unlikely. Actually less likely because you said it like that. Ew.”
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that."
"What do you mea--"
“Kairu~”
“Mmm. Hey. HEY. No. NO. Stan, absolutely NO Japanese.”
“K i s u s h i t e ?”
“Okay, fuck you! Listen…I really…I REALLY didn’t want to do this, but…”
“Stanley Randall William Marsh…”
“Ew, Ky, don’t Government Name me in that voice…”
“Due to the, however, very attractive, but damning body of evidence levied against you…By the power vested in me…”
"Waitwaitwait! Pleeeeease don—“
“I’m sentencing you to Super Best Boyfriend Jail.”
“NO WAY! AGAIN?! On what GROUNDS, Counsellor Broflovski?”
“Sexual Harassment.” “And Theft.” “That’s my favorite sweater, Klepto.”
“Hmm. I think I could get those charges dropped.” “Drop your pa--”
“ATTEMPTED SOLICITATION OF PROSTITUTION.”
“Woooooooow! I’m a prostitute!? Okay, just because I’m not a ~Prospective Prosecutor~…does not mean I’m not a professional. I’m Very Professional!…A….uh…PUNDIT, even!”
“Stan, while it is very sexy when you use your SAT words correctly…Motion denied.”
Stan made a very obscene hand gesture to Kyle’s visible distress. “ALL KINDS.”
“Ugggggggh. This is so whack, K.P! You know I hate SBF Jail! You have to wear your own clothes, no one lets you be the little spoon and everyone is so nice to you! It’s awful! No one makes fun of your hair. No one wants to kill you. No one gets mad at you for biting them all the time or staring at their ass too much in public. I hate it here!
Bail me out?”
“N o p e.” “And don’t worry, I still want to kill you.”
“And do you threaten the violent murders of all the boys who you have secret, deep seated, pent up sexual frustration towards or am I extra special?”
“Stan…”
“...Kyle?”
“Bro…”
“...Babe?”
“Go home.”
“Woooooooow. It’s because you hate me, huh?”
“Oh my god. Stan, will you PLEASE jus--”
“No, no! It’s okay! I get it! I’m just h e a r t b r o k e n. Why would you date me if you hate me so much?! Huh, Kyle! Pretty cruel, dont’cha, think? Sigh. That’s alright. I guess I’ll go lie in the street…where I belong, you know…With the other H O O K E R S! Attempting to solicit prostitution for one measly very cherry chapstick kiss! From my super mean, super WORST boyfriend who would rather do stupid MATH than m--”
“Don’t drown in a river of your own tears, Ophelia.” “That does NOT mean O-feel-me-up, Harlot! Ugh! You’re unbelievable.”
“But…If…” “IF you can wait here q u i e t l y while I finish taking my notes. The probability of making out will drastically increase…And I will consider…”
“Consider letting you out of Super Best Boyfriend Jail…on good behavior. Can you do that?”
“I can do that.”
“Okay, I’m holding you to it.”
“Now, before I change my mind…”
“Sit on my lap and hold my e r a s e r.”
Narrator VC: Kyle did not finish taking his notes.
#UNCLE NINA PEPPERMINT IS SO REAL IM CHANGING MY LEGAL NAME#something abt kyle spending like 12 years being like wow stan is so perfect pls date me#and then it happens and hes like wait nevermind what the fuck HES SO ANNOYING#is so deeply funny to me like ur honor they are in love also theyre so cute i love them#kyle: im going to kill u // stan: ooooooh u wanna kiss me so bad#smh#embarrassing#he does wanna kiss him so bad hes such a liar omg#maybe one day ill finish it hsalkdhad#also oh my god stan is so unserious like oh my gooooood tw for dramatic ass bisexual boy energy like relax#they cast stan as lead in the school musical bc of this behavior
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ooo u want me so bad
or…grumpy!enha being in luv w u
requested: nope
cw/genre: cursing, grumpy enhypen, fluff, humor, crack-ish, fem!reader, non-idol au, I wrote this during a zoom class, not proofread fuck it we ball, one joke about reader getting jumped?? anyways lmk if anything else should be tagged hehe
a/n: this was inspired by @macahoons grumpy enhypen texts that I just adored!!! Such a cute trope <3
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heeseung
-he’s the basketball team captain, always idly boasting about his talents and loves being first place
-the only exception is you.
-he will never admit it but he absolutely lets you win every time you find him at the basketball court and u challenge him to some dumb scoring game where u see how many baskets u each can get
-“OMG HI HEESEUNG!! :3” when u find him at the basketball court and he sighs but he’s trying not to scream at how cute u r lowkey
-ur all giggly when u keep beating him “hee r u even trying?” “I’m just having a bad day don’t even” like he isn’t completely distracted by the way you look when ur grinning at him
-“I think I can take ur place as basketball team captain!” “In ur dreams??” but he’d gladly give it up if you would keep smiling like that
-insists on walking you home from the court because “I’m not gonna be held responsible for you getting jumped”
-and the next time you catch him on the basketball court it happens all over again! <3
jay
-you can’t even finish saying “I’m cold” before his jacket is over your shoulders and he’s scolding you for not being prepared
-sitting down and your skirt is riding up? his uniform blazer is over your lap and he’s shaking his head
-“what would you do without me??” “do you want your jacket back then , jay?” “…no”
-while it’s also because he cares about ur wellbeing, he also just really likes the sight of you wearing his clothes and you smelling like his cologne
-you literally walk into the room and he’s immediately “y/n you need to buy a thicker jacket you’re gonna get sick” not even a good morning or anything…
-“don’t tell people ur wearing my jacket I don’t want them to get the wrong idea 🙄” but lowkey he wouldn’t mind at all
-gets so (internally) giggly when u sink into his jacket because it’s chilly
-finds excuses u give u his clothes at this point …the tiniest piece of lint on ur shirt and he’s handing you his blazer
-“u can keep it ig”
jake
-gets you tiny gifts and acts like he just randomly found them
-he totally went out of his way to find you two matching keychains but he doesn’t wanna admit that
-“y/n I just randomly found your favorite seasonal pastry. no big deal. don’t thank me.”
-BUT HE ALSO KEEPS EVERY GIFT U GET HIM OMGEEE, he has a whole area on his desk dedicated to notes, trinkets, stickers, if you drew on his paper he’ll tear the section off so he can keep it LOL
-will never admit that. to anyone. but gets pressed if you give gifts to anyone else because that’s his y/nnie!! giving HIS gifts to some rando!! D: the cruelty!!
-gets sooo dramatic if he doesn’t get at least a little doodle he’s texting you like you killed a man
-one time his friend asked if he could borrow a pencil and he was like yea man sure and then realizing it was a pencil YOU!! gave him he snatched it back so fast trust
-he’s so cutie patootie but internally…4 now…
-wishes he could get over himself and kiss you all over when you shyly present a little plush toy you won at a claw game he’s RAHHHHH !!!
-for now he’ll stick to “thanks 😒”
sunghoon
-he’s really protective over you me thinks
-but he’ll be really quiet about it, maybe a girl makes you upset and he sees and he’ll “accidentally” knock over her bottled water on her notes, a guy is talking shit about you and sunghoon is squaring up in the courtyard no questions asked
-“sunghoon u dont have to protect me” “it’s not about you” even though it’s totally about you and he will die defending your honor
-one time on your walk out of school a tree branch poked you and u were all like “oh owie : o” and he was following behind before GLARING the shit out of that tree branch…
-another time this guy made a degrading comment about you and sunghoon managed to find receipts on him cheating on his gf and posted it on the school newsletter…cuz he’s silly like that <3
-honestly it’s a little scary the lengths he’ll go for you and still refusing to admit he’s doing it for you
-he’s not really good at comforting you when you cry, so he’ll make sure to protect you from anything that could make you cry
sunoo
-he’ll always listen to you
-if someone said “sunoo can u go grab me a drink from the vending machine” he looks at them like they’re insane but if YOU’RE asking??? he’s sprinting down the hallways
-“it’s literally just because ur lips get all chapped when your dehydrated don’t get an ego,” while he’s handing you like…water purified in Antarctica sourced from glaciers with a little paper umbrella
-even smaller things, he prioritizes your advice
-“guys should I have hot pot or panera for lunch?” and a rando will go, “panera!” and hes dead silent but you go “oh you should totally get hot pot!!” and he’s basically booking a reservation
-probably “accidentally” books a reservation for two and forces you to come since “it’s a waste of table space” if no one else does lol
-also if you don’t like someone he doesn’t like them either
-“sunoo are u friends with Ria?” “shes okay” “she said my makeup looked bad today :(“ and sunoo will act like he dgaf
-but next time you bring her up he scoffs and is all, “why even bother crying about her? she’s not worth your time and she’s annoying anyways” even though he’s never talked to this girl
-tldr ur word > anyone else
jungwon
-always speaks highly of you
-never to your face but he’ll always defend you when necessary, or speak up for you, or just praise you LOL
-“y/n actually scored higher than you, so idk why you’re bragging so loud” to some rando kid talking about test scores lmao
-or “y/n doesn’t like that snack get her another” when your friends are debating how to surprise you
-ur name is always in his mouth but positively LMAO
-brushes it off if you take note of this and says “people are just exaggerating, I barely talk about you, don’t get it twisted >:T” but everyone knows he’ll take any chance he can get to praise you
-“y/n is better tho” and everyone’s like?? who asked??
-it’s endearing but he doesn’t even notice it, he just is proud of you in every shape and form and since he can’t really express it around you he has to project it anywhere else he can hehe
-“jungwon do you think my hair looks okay?” says hee, looking for an actual answer. “y/n’s hair is nicer” responds jungwon, not missing a beat.
-“did you guys know y/n got a 100? isn’t she smart? don’t tell her I said that.”
niki
-does things for you without you asking and then acts like it’s a habit
-it is definitely not a habit for him to run out of his seat to pull out your chair for you, but he insists he literally does it for everyone (he doesnt)
-opens your capped drinks before handing them to you, stops you suddenly to tie your shoelaces, sends you photos of notes if you missed a day..
-“y/n you’d literally be hopeless without me” but he’d be hopeless if anyone else helped you because it’s his job!!
-it makes him feel special when he gets to do so many acts of service for you, for some reason he doesn’t mind running errands or whatnot, he’d much rather he be the one who does it than anyone else
-“y/n u forgot a hair tie today?? ur lucky I brought one” knowing damn well he brought it specifically for you ☹️☹️ cutie
-if the train is full you don’t even have to ask and he’ll let you take his seat “y/n you have weak legs, you need to sit”
-he secretly loves being someone you can rely on, no matter how much he denies it <3
#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enha imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen headcanons#enhypen reactions#enha fanfic
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Streamer!ellie 🙏🏻
You ask you receive — streamer!ellie head cannons
Streamer!ellie In my mind would be a loser who acts like she's not, she'd try so hard to be cocky but fail miserably most of the time
Streamer!ellie who originally started streaming with Jesse after she binged watched others on YouTube and begged him to, but started gaining a lot of fans and eventually started doing it on her own
Streamer!ellie who lovessss teasing her girl fans, she flirts with everyone
Streamer!ellie who always slips up and talks about her lame ass interests
"Wait i didn't mean to mention that , i swear i know nothing about this shit .... Jesse put it in my head"
Streamer!ellie who will argue with every male she comes across, she does not care if they're 6 or 40. the chat will somehow always be on her side too 😭
Streamer!ellie who is obsessed with gravity falls ... but somehow expects to beat the loser allegations? She has everything gravity falls it's actually insane ???
Streamer!ellie who wears the most questionable shirts when she games ...
Streamer!ellie who's threatened to make her own shirts but everyone begged her not to
Streamer!ellie whose account has been banned at least twice for violating guidelines
Streamer!ellie who listens to itzy (her bias is probably ryujin, the chat put her on)
Streamer!ellie who can recite the every single episode of breaking bad
Streamer!ellie who spends ALL of her stream donations on Disney+ (so she can watch gravity falls) and pizza. Just pizza. She does not eat anything else. People have offered to send her money for a real meal, even a vegetable pizza 😕 but she refuses.
Streamer!ellie who mentions playing guitar once and has to fight for her life every time someone brings it up in the chat until she gives in
Streamer!ellie who gains 1000+ new subscribers after a stream where she finally decided to sing an original song in honor of a follower milestone, gets re uploaded by a fan and goes viral.
Streamer!ellie who's so cheesy about all the love she gets after the video went viral, she doesn't know how to act with all this popularity and js spams her Instagram with memes
Streamer!ellie who has a cat, probably named dipper or Mable after gravity falls.
Streamer!ellie who drives the ugliest fucking car ever, she tried to vlog once and showed her car... she deleted the video the same day cause everyone made fun of her car
Streamer!ellie who has the most random tattoos ever .. she definitely has the dipper one from gravity falls in the most random place ever 😭
Streamer!ellie who's Instagram is a mess
Streamer!ellie who FALLLSSSS in love with you after her followers sent her your cover of the original song she played once
Streamer!ellie who downloads tiktok just to watch ur covers
Streamer!ellie who archive's half her Instagram posts when she realizes you follow her 😭😭
Streamer!ellie who flirts by liking ur posts 0.3 seconds after you upload them and liking every single story you post
#🫧 sena#abby the last of us#ellie x reader#abby x reader#abby tlou#ellie x fem reader#abby x you#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#tlou#ellie the last of us#ellie x abby#ellie williams tlou2#ellie williams#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson x reader#abby x fem!reader#ellie x dina#ellie tlou#joel and ellie
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sfw alphabet ft. roronoa zoro! (because im down bad for him)
enough horniness, now we shall weep and cry cause of how much we love this moss head 🤭🤭
yes ur honor this is the man im in love with :/
💗affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?):
affection (in it's traditional sense) comes hard to zoro. he doesn't really know how to go about it to be very honest. to him affection is sarcasm and acts of services ("acts of service" include calling you mid in 5 languages (joke), making fun of your exercise form and the way you sometimes drool in your sleep, offering you sake etc.).
but as time passes by and you both start getting more comfortable with each other, he gets on board with it. every time you both are spending time alone, he holds onto you one way or the other. don't expect him to call you sugarcakes or something because he won't but he will let you know before drifting off to sleep that you mean the world to him.
i dont think hes a huge pda guy but if he's super drunk then he cannot possibly keep his hands off of you, its quite weird for the crew to see him so openly affectionate (cue sanji gagging).
💗best friend:
what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?
he's lowkey the bestest of best friends. he has the energy of "idk what you're doing but ig do it anyways cause i know how to fight"
an opinion on everything but he doesn't have the time or energy to say anything (between his sleeping and training). doesn't mean he's any less nonchalant, no, he's just super opinionated for some reason.
so, when you're sitting next to him on the deck on those late nights, asking him absurd questions, best believe he will deliver peak (nonchalant) commentary.
especially after the two years when he's back from living with perona!!! HE IS A CERTIFIED FASHION KING.
"zoro," you nudge him and he hums in response, "i was thinking of getting nami that silver bracelet for her birthday, should i?"
"i mean i wouldn't give that debt collecting witch anything but-" he winces lightly when you punch him in the arm, "-but. i think silver will look look washed out against his complexion. gold seems better"
"you think?"
💗cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?):
at the start, he thinks cuddles are lowkey dumb (and like he probably has gone years without them), so, he puts up this weird drama like "uh no i dont wanna do it"
ofc he's lying. cause you're so soft and you smell so good and his hands are literally shaking trying not to hold you against him.
after a while, he will unironically announce to you that he is the little spoon tonight and you need to suck it up. (lowkey gives the best cuddles because he literally envelopes you whole till you have to physically push him away)
he wants to cuddle but you're DYING. YOU JUST KNOW YOU ARE. because this man is a heat radiating hot heating device heater. he is like a portable sauna. he needs to give you some space but he wont.
💗domestic (how are they at cooking and cleaning?):
cooking? cleaning? you should be grateful that he's showering everyday ever since you started dating him.
he knows some basic cooking and cleaning skills (cause he did survive on his own for a good few years) but he doesn't know them in a socially acceptable manner. he just caught a fish, burnt it and ate it cause ✨proteins✨ okay?
it's not like he does it on purpose, it's just that he's too focused on training and getting better and you have a chef so, he doesn't have to bother too much about it.
but if you both were living together, then i think he will obviously learn them cause he doesn't want you to be the only responsible one cleaning after his messes. and he actually has kinda started liking cooking cause it's relaxing (he's also good at chopping up veggies and stuff so you both can cook together).
the only part of cooking he hates is when sanji starts giving him tips cause like genuinely, sanji mind your own fucking business okay he'd learn pasta himself.
tldr; the first time you teach him these things, he makes a mess and almost burns down your house but afterwards, you can rely on him to get the things done semi-nicely.
💗ending:
if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?
i think if zoro had to breakup with someone it will probably be over focusing on his dreams of being the best swordsman or if you cheated on him or broke his trust. i don't think he will pursue a relationship with someone if he didn't see it lasting, so, he won't break-up for petty reasons (nor do i think he will ever cheat).
i also think he's a practical man. he won't try to sugarcoat or make you false promises. he sure as fuck won't tell you that you both can "still be friends" or some shit (i mean unless you're in the same crew then it kinda goes without saying).
he'll probably ask you to come have a chat with him. sit you down and tell you directly and exactly why he is doing it. and he absolutely won't let you have any residual doubts if you "weren't enough" for him or so.
just because he has to make this decision doesn't mean he doesn't love or respect you. so, even tho he won't ask you to be friends, if you ever need someone to rely on, he will be there for you. bottom line, he will still be a friend to you (though prepare to ignore each other for a long time after the breakup cause obviously it hurts and you might punch him)
💗fiance(e):
how do they feel about commitment?
seeing as his character is super ride or die, he definitely doesn't have a problem recognizing how much you mean to him. but he is pretty emotionally constipated, so, he will take an eternity to actually accept how much you mean to him in a non-friendly manner.
how quick would they want to get married?
settling down??? no. he's not settling down. not until he's the best swordsman atleast.
marriage is lowkey scary to him cause he didn't grow up with healthily functioning relationships to look upto but once he started dating you, he could see it potentially being a "forever" sort of a thing. he's probably not gonna say that out loud tho, thats a topic reserved only for wayward day-dreams or super drunken nights.
so, as for the marriage thing he'd want to take his time. he would probably choose to achieve his own goals (and support you to reach yours) and then, think about settling down.
💗gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?):
physically:
zoro is acutely aware of his super-human strength but it still comes as a shocker to him to see how fragile, almost dainty you are in compare to him. simple things like comparing hand sizes or how large his t-shirt looks on you when you wear it to sleep genuinely leave him awestruck (and slightly lovesick).
so, he makes it his number one priority to always be gentle to you, as if he's scared that you're on the cusp of breaking.
and he treats you as such always. (unless you ask with tear-lidden eyes and trembling lips how badly you want him to demolish you because then, maybe he is ready to comply)
emotionally:
like almost everything else, gentle words come hard to him at the start. all he has known is tough love. so, understanding that making fun of you when you're having your weekly breakdown was the wrong choice took him a while.
he's not like emotionally stunted but he still doesn't trust his choice of words to comfort you. rather, he lets the way he holds you against him and pets your head when you sob against his chest do the talking.
but if you go out of your way to teach him what he should probably say when you're sad then he might have some luck with it. until then, enjoy the cuddles.
💗hugs:
do they like hugs?
after starting to date you, this man realized he loves hugs. and he loves giving hugs.
but he's incredibly selective and thus far the only two (2) candidates have been allowed to pass through his tedious selection process. that being you and chopper (both of you are in a binding contract so you cant tell anyone about it either). well, luffy too if you count how clingy he can get 👍🏼
how often do they do it?
he does hug you atleast once a day even if it as subtle as holding you from the back, resting his head on your shoulder.
what are their hugs like?
his hugs are genuinely bear hugs. okay. like he will engulf you and you will stand back and allow it to happen. he doesn't really hold on too long tho, so usually you gotta pull him back towards yourself and hug him tighter when you want it to last longer.
pulling him towards yourself usually ends with him smiling and pressing a chaste kiss on your temple as his hands snake around you yet again.
💗"I love you" (how fast do they say the L-word?):
i think he says it fairly sooner than you anticipate. like however long you think he will take, it takes significantly lesser time. this is because (as i said), he probably spent a long time in denial and then in pining, so, naturally by the time you got together, he was sure of his feelings for you.
anyways, one of my first fics on this blog was of how zoro probably said "i love you" to you when he was drunk and forgot about it when he woke up the next day. i still stand by that.
i think it was a genuine, drunken confession but when you shyly confronted him about it, he just replied, "yeah, i meant that. i love you."
his words were nonchalant but you could notice the dusted pink of his cheeks when he admits it and then his unsure gaze as he looks over your face and then the ground.
(truth is, he only acted nonchalant. internally he is ready to jump off the ship incase you didn't say it back. thank god you said it back.)
💗jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?):
omg this man is simultaneously the most secure and the most jealous whore in this world.
does he know you're not gonna cheat on him and ignore practically any man throwing himself on you? yeah, he knows that.
but does he also want to cut off all those guys' heads if they even look at you? kinda, yes.
i think he gets really shy to admit he's jealous. like he'd blame his irritable temper on the weather or the fact that he got less sleep last night. but you did notice how he clenched his jaw when a random guy in the market had been ogling you.
and so, you tease him relentlessly.
"zoro," you laugh, poking him in the chest accusingly, "are you sure? i think there might be something else going on"
"like what?" he huffs, "i just got less sleep last night."
"babe are you like jealous?"
"no-"
"you totally are"
"stop saying that"
"jealoussss"
as to how does he deal with it? he fucks you. quick 'n easy.
(im so sorry if youre a minor and reading this, in that case he pillow fights you to death.)
💗kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?):
what are their kisses like:
after a long day, he always unwinds with you. so, his kisses are usually slow. he relishes in the way your lips feels against his, the way your cheeks feel like under his palm and the way you smile at him when you pull away. there's no haste because he has you right there and you both know you're not going anywhere.
but on those nights he's pent up, anger and frustration strewn across his veins, he chooses to kiss you till he forgets just what he was angry about. his kiss-bitten lips are hot against yours, his hand roughly kneading your waist as he pours his anger into your desperate kisses.
where does he like to kiss you:
in public, his favourite spots are definitely your cheek or your temple as they are relatively tame pda tactics but still gets the point across. he gets to show his affection towards you without making a huge show for it.
he also loves kissing on your shoulder as he rests his head on your shoulder and holds onto you. he can feel your pulse under his dull, soft kisses and heard your breathy hums and moans.
💗ittle ones (how are they around children?):
well, i hate kids. so, im gonna be biased.
okay i don't hate kids but i hate toddlers. fucking devil spawns. i truly believe they will sacrifice us all for the beginning of the dark ages.
anyways, zoro's not great with kids in theory. but somehow, when he interacts with kids he does end up somehow being a good (annoyed) dad figure (remember when he fathered three kids? cause i do)
💗mornings (how are mornings spent with them?):
morning with this green-haired ass start with you pushing his heavy arm off of you. you mumble that you're hot, trying to turn away from him and into the cool sheet. but it's no use because he just traps you against him yet again.
zoro definitely doesn't give morning person vibes so i believe you are up before he is. you run you fingers softly against his scalp, bringing down your drumming fingers to his bare shoulders. you press an innocent kiss to his forehead and smile when he leans into your faint touches.
when he finally wakes up, he looks up at you through sleepy eyes. he greets you with a tired "morning" before closing his eyes and draping himself you again.
"zoro" you whisper half-heartedly, "everyone else is up, come on, we should get up too"
he mumbles into your skin, "they weren't the ones keeping a watch last night, were they? come on, 10 more mins."
"zo-"
"please" he looks up at you, flashing you a soft smile, "10 mins."
"10 mins only, okay? then we get up"
(well, 10? more like 2 mins. luffy started yelling about breakfast and tried to eat before the food was served. and so, sanji (naturally) kicked him to near-death, so, you both had to wake up)
💗night (how are nights spent with them?):
walking out of the shower, you dry yourself off before cladding yourself in your pajamas.
your limbs feel tired, body devoid of any and all energy as you climb into your bed to relax. sometimes you read, other times you just stare at the ceilings and think about stuff (we've all been there).
zoro usually slips into the room silently, closing the door behind him. he plops down next to you and you curl up against him. sometimes, you both exchange small talk, if something fun happened while the other person wasn't around or gossip you heard from nami and ussop. but most days, you both simply enjoy the silence in each other's company till you're ready to fall asleep.
every once in a while, he slips into the shower with you. (keeping this kids friendly) he gently washes your scalp and you rest your bare back against his chest as you ease yourself into the warm water. you return the favor by giving him a back massage.
after this youre both so tired that you immediately pass the fuck out.
💗open:
when would they start revealing things about themselves:
i feel like he'd know a lot about you before you find out anything important about him. he wears his loyalty and his dreams on his arms, but you don't find out why his dreams are so important or why he is so fidgety around tashigi until you're a good few days into dating.
other small things about him are revealed to you thru his actions as he never mentions them, so, be prepared to be a persistent observer.
do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly:
he always reveals himself in little ways, never revealing too much. not because he doesn't trust you but because he's never had to talk about anything like this out loud. but anytime he does end up telling you something, it ends up being a heart to heart conversation.
also, since he does get very drunk very often canonically, i don't think he's the type to slip up and tell things only cause he's not in the right headspace. so i imagine he only tells you things sober and in solitude, further cementing his trust in you.
💗patience (how easily angered are they?):
in moments of actual anger, as a swordsman, zoro is pretty good while handling his emotions.
he knows how to differentiate between irrational feelings and actual solutions needed to get to the bottom of something. so, even when he gets mad he wouldn't necessarily act on it unless and until it is truly something that makes him tick.
and things that make him tick includes people talking/doing something wrong to you or anyone in the crew, in that case he's going god mode.
that being said, he will get easily irritated if someone is just joking around in the crew (especially sanji). he's incredibly patient with you tho, so, don't even worry about it and just accept him dumb antics for what they are.
💗quizzes:
how much would they remember about you?
i see yall sleeping on my man and i hate it.
yes, hes kind of an idiot and not the best with memory but if it's anything about you or your relationship?? best believe he knows everything like the back of his hand.
but he only claims that kind of power when it comes to you cause he will not really bother to remember other stuff if its not important.
do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?
even though he wouldn't outright keep saying he remembers, he will often mention it in passing. like if you bring up someone while recounting a story to him, he will probably remember the last time you mentioned that guy.
that being said, his memory is still kinda ass. so, he sometimes mixes things up if they aren't that relevant to the plot. so forgive him okay? hes trying
💗remember:
what is their favorite moment in your relationship?
i def feel like zoro prefers the mundane moments with you over any extravagant things. living on sea is insane, it's one thing after the other so knowing he has you to himself even for a few hours and in those hours, he gets to do nothing but love you truly means a lot to him.
he isn't a cook by any means but this one time, when the rest of the crew had gotten off at a new island to restock and had only left you and him to keep guard, you had suggested you wanted to bake a cake.
"i don't know how to cook" he mumbled softly, trying to convince you otherwise, "i can only do some cutting, slashing yk"
"you dont even have to do anything!! just sit there and look pretty, i can do the baking."
he eventually caved in.
but now the memory of you making batter while he sat on the counter, talking to you is etched onto his every nerve. there had been a little bit of flour on your eyebrow and he used his thumb to clean it away before pulling you towards him and kissing you hard.
you looked up at him, "i love you"
"i love you too"
💗security:
how protective are they?
i feel like zoro isn't as territorially protective as one would assume. like i said in the best friend section, he is more a laid-back "i know how to kill and get rid of the body, do whatever you want" kind of a vibe.
that doesn't mean that he isn't gonna be on the verge of pulling out his swords the second someone even utters a word against you (but usually his dirty looks get the job done before he even pulls out the swords)
how would they protect you?
slash slash, stab stab and cocky remarks at the opponent (sometimes pure, unfiltered rage)
how would they like to be protected?
he's the roronoa zoro, he doesn't need physical protection.
that being said, he wouldn't admit it out loud but just because he doesn't need you to pull out a gun to save him doesn't mean it doesn't give him pesky, little butterflies in his stomach whenever you defend him with your words.
even if its something as small as calling out someone else's jokes that were targeted at him (and were just straight up offensive). or getting into actual verbal altercations (it happened once when you were drunk)
💗try:
how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?
not a lot, tbh.
look hes tired, you're tired, just cuddle and sleep okay?
that being said he does put decent amount of efforts to surprise you every once in a while. he doesn't put on an extravagant show, so, mostly his surprises are just kinda lowkey and sweet.
so on your anniversary, maybe he'd finally get the stick out of his ass and accept nami's idea of booking you a table somewhere expensive. but the memorable part isn't that, the memorable part is him asking (almost) shyly if you just wanna walk around town after dinner while he holds your hand and you bitch about your crew (in a loving manner).
💗ugly:
what would be some bad habits of theirs?
omg obviously the drinking!!! i know he has high tolerance and shit but bro your liver's practically CRYING RN. please introduce yourself to some healthier coping mechanisms other than drinking and going stabby-stab.
i also do think he's egoistic (it lessens with time) but its still a pain in the start
💗vanity:
how concerned are they with their looks?
this man does not give two fucks about his looks, like legit couldn't care less. he does know he looks decent tho (i mean casting mackenyu was a choice, i see you oda sensei).
but ever since dating you, he has been putting in little efforts. i think partially cause you bully him into having a skincare routine and showering daily and partially cause he just wants to be a pretty boyfriend to his favourite girl.
💗whole:
would they feel incomplete without you?
yes and no.
this is conflicting cause on one hand, ofcourse your absence will be equivalent to having daggers through his heart. but also, he seems like the guy who hyper-focuses on themselves after a breakup.
i don't think he'd feel "incomplete" without you if you both ever broke up cause however dumb he is, he knows sometimes things don't work out and that's that. besides, even if you have to go, he still have people (the crew) to love and care for.
but he would feel that glaring absence and it'll take a way heavier toll than anyone anticipated (cue him blasting heavy metal in his room and face-timing perona drunk and (almost) crying. perona suggested she takes care of you which made him actually cry cause perona dont be fucking mean)
💗xtra (a random headcanon for them):
zoro is so good at doing eye makeup specifically.
i mean like because of all the sword-training and all, he has really good hand-eye coordination and very precise movements. so, like if you asked him to do your liner and give him specific-ish directions for how you want him to do it, he will 100% ace it. he doesn't really do well in other departments but he can learn (if you can make him learn thru that attitude of his)
also, i theorize that he's ticklish but in the randomest fucking places. one time you lovingly ran your hand through his hair, bringing it playfully down to his nape and he fuckING GIGGLED??
another time you offered him a leg-massage cause he seemed to have pulled a muscle and you were working on his calf, trying to help him out and he yelped cause it tickled????
hello what do we do with this info now?
💗yuck:
what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?
he wouldn't like judgmental people or people who are very uptight (cause although his jokes could be hit/miss, he doesn't wanna hear a fucking lecture).
also dont be disrespectful to him/his friends. and also, i think he would have a thing against people who are too nosy (pre-dating mostly), like if he wanted to tell you something he would
other than those basic things, he's chill.
💗zzz:
he's asleep before you can say "good night" because he's a simple man who needs to sleep 10 hours a day (minimum)
see he isn't going off ruining lives, he's not fucking things up for someone else, he's just taking a nap. its like the least horrible thing he can do, let him nap.
i do think he should get checked for some vitamin deficiency tho caue uh, just in case.
that being said, you go to sleep now. i would too. goodnight!
a/n: loved making this so much that i might make one for literally every character ever once i get the time lol
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W W W W WAITTT. I dont know If you do this but can you do a Δlice x reader but the reader is always sneaking into her room. (IF NOT I APOLOGIES A MILLION TIMES.)
୨୧ HANSEL ✮⋆˙
Alice x Reader who keeps sneaking into her room
Tw: Slight killing mentions but nothing more than that.
A/N: i was waiting for this moment, reader is gender neutral, Alice is frustrated, your frustrating, probably OOC Alice, Oliver and Alice arent dating in this, kind of short , im in a hurry rn so its prob poorly made 😭 (didnt know if you wanted hcs or oneshot so i did oneshot)
Type: Fluff, Romantic, Oneshot
୨୧ You are so frustrating, you really are, why do you keep doing this?
You kept sneaking into her room, and everytime, she would attack you for it and YOU somehow kept escaping her claws and KEPT coming back, she thought at first tha you had a death wish, then she thought you were trying to annoy her, but now, she just gave up and was here, feeling you lean against her and babble about something, probably about your classes and collegues.
—“Uh, Alice, are u even hearing?” your loving annoying voice invaded her ears and snapped her back into reality as she turned her attention to your face, who was puzzled and awaiting for her answer even though you probably knew it and Alice simply looking at you for some time gave that confirmation, you simply sighed, but before you could even talk, Alice spoke up with her dark and firm tone.
—“why do you keep coming here?” The princess spoke up, simply looking at you with an angry countenance, and what made her more annoyed is how your expression simply looked unbothered by her question and you taking your time to answer, cant u get a fucking hint?
—"Because, you seen to never have any visitors, so i decided to be your first one to keep you company" you said, normally and happily, you thought that your comment wouldnt really have much meaning to Alice but that struck the demon girl like a lightning, someone, wanting to keep HER company? thats new.
—“wait, did you have any visitors before me?" Alice looked at you with an unreadable look, as if she was analyzing something about you, before a silly smirk crept on her face.
—“well, i did have, but, none of them got out to see the light of day, so i guess your the only one that counts” Alice said with an smug and oddly cute smile no one ever got the chance to get off of her, so that alone was one heck of an achievement.
—“im honored to be the first visitor to the royal princess Alice” you said in a playful tone as you gestured a silly bown with ur head, getting a little breathy laugh out of the brown haired girl who tickled ur cheek with the point of her claw.
maybe you werent really that bad ♡
A/N:(im gonna go eat now and rest then come back to writing, dont wanna burn myself with writing)
#୨୧ cherry works#fpe#fpe alice#alice x reader#fundamental paper education x reader#fundamental paper education#alice fpe#fpe x reader#fluff
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Haii hope ur well!! I love ur ghost and könig stuff so I wanted to ask if u could do some quick hcs for captain price maybe? Totally ok if not, have a nice day!!❤️❤️❤️❤️
Abso-fucking-lutely, thank you for requesting ♥
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♡ Price's ownership over you starts way before he even gets close enough to touch you. You think you're just imagining the constant smell of cigars all around you, but it's almost as if the stench is glued to you. As if someone purposefully went to your closet while smoking, stealing a shirt or underwear while blowing the smell on the rest of it, so you'd always be surrounded by it. And if that's not enough, you sometimes catch a draft in the air as you walk somewhere, as if Captain Price had just been there moments before. It's an odd mark to wear, but even others have asked if you smoke cigars, some recoiling at the smell more than others.
♡ However, it's not enough for him. You'll find him quite insatiable once he makes his move on you, from the silent stares across the room as he puffs his cigar smoke to the "accidental" brush of your shoulders in base, his fingers pinching you as he tells you to get a move on. He's testing the waters and having little tastes of you that are enough to satisfy his greed that demands you are with him—especially at night—when he's not yet ready to commit fully. You have no idea what he's doing, thinking he's just a very involved squad captain. You know you should be honored to work under him, and from what you know, he isn't that bad. The problem is: you don't really know him.
♡ No one can deny the attention you're getting. The glances from the corners of his eyes as John makes sure you're by his side. How he always sends others ahead first before you and him. You have the privilege of staying very close and observe him in action when no one else gets that chance, and he has you board any vehicle first before following right after you, squeezing on the tight backseat even if his rank would allow him the more comfortable passenger seat. With his closeness, more accidental touches are prone to happen, and you accept them as unintentional, even when his hand resting on your thigh squeezes you a bit too tight.
♡ When Price makes you his darling, there's little resistance from anyone else in the squad. Some even congratulate you, but no one offers a helping hand. You think you saw Ghost grin through his mask once, watching as you argued with Price over whether it was appropriate to sit in his lap like he demanded or not. Spoiler: He won. He always wins. If he doesn't pull you on top of him, there are quite a few 'helpful' soldiers to pick you up and do the honors of placing you in their captain's lap to gain favor with him. Life's tough when you're so loved and add to the overall good mood of Captain Price.
♡ There's no more individuality anymore. When you want to shower, John joins your cabin. He's absolutely unashamed, standing behind you naked, getting the dirt off him while whistling. If he notices you hesitating and hiding, he gladly helps you get squeaky clean as well. He's quick and efficient, but his hands get lost on your body more than once. Your small bed becomes even more crowded with another body, and Price spoons you from behind all night long, refusing to let you go to the toilet on your own while he needs a few seconds to wake up and unwrap from being nestled against you. You don't even get to hold a spoon by yourself. One bite goes to Price, the other one goes to you, and if the plate is empty, he asks if you want a kiss as dessert.
♡ You don't really realize it in the first few weeks of being caught up with Price, but he's terrified of losing you. At first, you both are still in a very playful stage of a relationship where he lets you have your tantrums and arguments with him. Still, you'll not escape his authority, especially not when there's the possibility that you can get hurt. Like the others, he has seen so many die and vanish from the face of the earth, so anything that could harm you becomes an enemy to him. You don't even get to think about stabbing him with a knife you stole because he'll slap it out of your hand without you even noticing he's standing behind you. Your attempts to escape him while he's asleep end up with you struggling to breathe as he pins you face-down into the pillow, nails scraping at the back of your head as he yells at you to never fucking do that again. To fucking stop resisting. You might hate to admit it, but there's more than one punishment that made you sob and beg him to stop, everyone at the base turning a blind eye to your bruises and cuts. However, he doesn't hold back from putting you at the brink of your life to teach you a lesson. John still knows the good, old torture methods new recruits were put through back in the days. After being stripped to your underwear and tied to a log outside in the cold, people staring at you, indifferent to your suffering, you will recognize that it's so much better to just let him wrap you in his arms and bundle up against him, allowing him to hold you and shield you from the outside world instead of fighting against what John wants.
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tunaaaaa I've been reading ur Childe Thing sooo much that I've been thinking of I Love Amy aus nonstop. its a problem. in honor of bsd s4 im gonna rapid fire a couple out for the Bsd Boys!
lets talk dazai. I feel like this could go a lot of ways with him. like, if its ada dazai, you probably don't really get the sense that something is kinda off with him until you're a bit too deep to back out. he seemed so sweet when you first met- fuckin weird, but sweet! no harm in trying to help him win over a crush, right? for pm dazai, you obviously know hes fucked in the head the second you meet him, so you agree to help him out of a fear of what he might do to you if you dont rather than a sense of altruism. either way, its kinda hard to notice him getting a little overly-attached to you just cuz of how naturally obnoxious and clingy he is. even if he starts to escalate you might not get it cuz hes pretty fast and loose about LITERALLY kidnapping you and tying you up in his apartment/mafia holding cell right off the bat (gets very pouty about you "ignoring" him). doesnt help that hes so out of touch with his own emotions he probably doesn't even know he has a thing for you for a whiiile. trust me tho, being nice to him and taking care of him when hes sick or injured WILL wear him down. you'll only kind of get it when you try to give him some new pointers on his crush and he seems to just get? annoyed? mutters something about you talking about someone else while you're SUPPOSED to pay attention to HIM. or when he keeps being weirdly affectionate with you in full view of X when hed usually forget you exist as soon as he sees them. or you woke up chained to a chair (again) but this time hes perched in your lap and scolding you about avoiding your "boyfriend" before shoving his lips against yours. couldve been any of these occasions really.
cant BELIEVE I didn't think of gogol the first time I talked about this this is almost EXACTLY what yes doing to sigma rn. when this fuckin 6'2 clown terrorist traps you against a wall and starts questioning about why you were talking to "his darling", you are 10000% sure you're gonna die. almost gives you whiplash how fast his tone changes once you convince him you have NO interest. all smiles all of the sudden, picks u up under the armpits like a cat to right ur posture and pats you on the head, declaring that you will be his magicians assistant for a while! you do not have a say in this, if you'd like to keep your skin. while you feel bad about aiding and abetting this stalking case, you get the sense that hes. not ever gonna actually make a move. kinda just Wants To Stalk. goes on about how he cant let himself be tied down like that (whatever that means). he does talk about just murdering his darling a lot but you've managed to convince him that thats unnecessary baggage connecting them to him so hopefully that keeps him sated until his goldfish-esque attention span finally moves him onto a new target. and it does! the problem is that its you. I think that once he realizes he likes you, he's just gonna vanish. poof gone. hes had a lot of fleeting obsessions with ill-fated darlings before, but youre something new. hes never actually gotten to know someone before! ugh. hes caged by his feelings for you, but the despair hed feel from killing you would be a cage all its own! frustrating!!!!! maybe if he just leaves and never thinks about you ever again this'll just go away like all of his other crushes. doesnt work. expect him back in a month, snuggling into your neck and babbling inane about having missed you. he tied you up again so youre just gonna have to let him do that. its fine youre used to this with him.
really wanted to do this with chuuya and fyodor too but im scared of them being OOC help me.
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omg so this turned out to be Very Long :O quick context for any1 who is unfamiliar w i love amy—it's a webtoon (highly recommend btw) where the yandere character starts to fall for her 'target/rival' instead of her initial love interest. for more info + the childe version, check out this post.
cw: yandere characters (dazai, fyodor, nikolai), stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, obsessive behavior, threats of violence to reader. (this whole post came off a little silly instead of serious But mind the cws anyway!)
this is best read with a male reader (to keep it consistent w i love amy) but there's no pronouns used or descriptions for reader, so do as you like. also, reader makes morally questionable decisions :>
(pm) dazai is to be avoided at all costs. that was the rule you put down for yourself after witnessing one of his very public threats to some poor pedestrian who had bumped into him. the dramatic coat, the blank expression, the natural ease with which he handled the weapon in his hand—everything about him was just...alarming.
however, despite all your efforts, he's obstructed your path home with a deadly glare and a hand in his pocket.
according to dazai, he did not appreciate your recent conversation with X, (as he claimed, they were too popular to spare most people more than a few friendly greetings—so why were you having a full-fledged conversation with them?) who were you, even, to get in his way? you sputter out some excuse, some explanation as to why he misunderstood the situation and it was all just work-related, and fortunately, he seems convinced, at least enough to relax his hold on you and shift the blaring malice in his stance to something less frightening.
obviously, you couldn't refuse when he offers you what he calls a mutually beneficial proposition. you help him get closer to X, and he won't kill you! win-win, don't you think?
the thing about dazai, you soon learn, is that despite the murderous energy he gives off, he's painfully annoying, more so than frightening. it almost feels like you're dealing with an obnoxious child, with how he's constantly whining and tugging at your sleeve and complaining about how useless you're being.
and it also makes you wonder if he's ever really had a friend, because he's got some strange expectations for you. he's all too possessive, too paranoid, and expects you to be perfectly fine with it. you consider telling him that he's not supposed to hold you hostage every time he thinks you're spending "too much time with someone else", but after the 4th attempt, you've understood that there was no getting to him. at least he stopped with the threats to your other friends (well, he promised you that he'd stop), and that seemed like the only thing he was willing to compromise on. he doesn't ease up on the breaking-into-your-room-to-visit-you stunt, either, especially when you're "ignoring him". despite all that, maybe out of some form of pity, you still help him out. you drop off food when he's sick and try to explain that imprisonment is not the key to a healthy relationship. you hang out with him even if you're terrified of all the mafioso you come across when you visit the hq with him, and after all of it, you're mostly convinced that he wasn't going to kill you anytime soon. in fact, the two of you seemed to be building an unusual friendship.
but when he comes to visit you one day when you're sick and actually knocks on the door and texts you beforehand, you tell him that this would be the best way to approach X if he ever hears that they're sick. though you're expecting some excitement, or some self-satisfaction for improving a little, instead of looking excited, dazai looks frustrated. for the first time, he looks genuinely...upset. and when he asks you why you can't appreciate that he was looking out for you and not X, you're left at a loss for words. you're not sure if this was a sign that he was starting to learn not to cross your boundaries or a warning that he was beginning to like you a little too much
and things only get stranger. he becomes more observant, asks you more questions about yourself rather than X, and even starts holding your hand in full view of X. when you mention that X was really looking forward to a new movie coming out and that he should try to ask them out, he gets upset by your suggestion, grumbling about you paying more attention to X and only caring about them instead of asking him if he wants to see the movie with them. so, unsure of how to respond, you echo his question. he beams at you and happily declares that he only wants to watch the movie with you.
somewhere along the line, it happened that dazai himself started to realize just how much he liked you, and he spirals out of control. the already overwhelming physical contact turns more intimate, with dazai holding your hand at every possible moment, pressing himself as close to you as humanely possible without squeezing the air out of you, and sitting on your lap whenever the opportunity presents itself. he stops responding to anything that isn't an endearing pet name and introduces himself as your boyfriend. X seems to be eradicated from his mind, as well as anyone that wasn't you, though it feels as though you're the only one that has a problem with this change. dazai takes to it naturally, seamlessly inserting himself into your life.
"what's wrong?" dazai's sprawled across your lap with the biggest grin on his face, the remote in your hand long ripped away by him, "come give your boyfriend a kiss~"
you've...heard of fyodor. it was more overhearing whispers shared between people, but the mention of his name seemed to intrigue everyone who heard it. you've heard that he was a mysterious man who walked into the city one day and never left, and you've heard that he was the owner of an expensive casino. you've even heard that he had a tendency to stand on top of rooftops at night, but you've heard tons of variations and rumors. one statement, however, rang true in everyone's ears.
fyodor dostoevsky was taken with X.
that was putting it lightly—obsession was exactly what it was. though X was clearly unaware of what was being said, because, as they assured you one day while you walked out with them, fyodor was just a friend! and he was a very interesting guy, with some strong beliefs. he wasn't some criminal mastermind! all he did was keep to himself. and that, as they confidently declared, wasn't a crime.
but you had reason to not believe X, after all, it wasn't them at the receiving end of a laser focused gaze and a creepy smile. (it scared you so much that you ran home and ordered a burglar-proof lock for your door the same night) and it also wasn't them who sat down across from you while you were having your breakfast in the café nearby. anyone would have been better than who it was.
"hello," fyodor waves a fork at you, his fingers positioned gracefully on the silver cutlery (and of course, you think bitterly, he was evil and beautiful. just your luck), "i hope you can spare me a few minutes."
he wasn't asking, but you melted at his soft tone. for all people loved to talk about him, why hadn't they mentioned how hard it was to take your eyes off him? awkwardly, you take another bite of your food, nodding at him.
he asks you about X, though it's more of an interrogation disguised as casual conversation. he easily waves around his fork, smiles at you with an unnerving expression, and stares at you a little too long. by the end of it, your food is finished and his fork is placed neatly back onto the table and you've sustained no injuries. better yet, he finally seems to have (reluctantly) removed your name from his hit list.
what you weren't expecting was for him to start seeking you out. you get strange looks when fyodor waits outside your workplace with an umbrella—your umbrella—leaving you with no choice but to walk with him unless you wanted to get home soaked. he lists off X's habit and asks you to add on to his list, ignoring your reply of "that's just creepy". he tells you that he wants to respect X's privacy by not using cameras to spy on them so will you answer him or should he use the cameras? and what else could you do then?
at the very least, he didn't seem serious about attempting to kidnap or imprison X. he seemed fascinated by them, if anything. like he was...studying them. being with him wasn't as bad as you'd though, no matter how much you hated to admit it, despite the foundation of this friendship was built on how amusing he found X. if he was in a particularly good mood, he'd even offer to help you out with your struggles in the pursuit of love. his ideas, however, were all sure to land you behind bars with a retraining order to boot. when you voiced your opinion to him, he only smiled and told you that he knew a thing or two about breaking out of a prison cell, much like he was recalling upon a fond memory.
the only good thing about this strange arrangement was that fyodor was really nice to look at. there was something mesmerizing about his every action, even the slight quirk of his lips or the way his hair fell on his forehead. the ease with which he slipped on his hat (which, by the way, what was with all his not-weather-appropriate clothing? was he not sweating?), and the commanding air around him. so while he spoke seriously about X and his distaste for most of the human population, you tuned him out and focused on admiring his pretty eyes and how his lips wrapped around his fork and—ugh, you were starting to sound as creepy as him. but honestly, you had a feeling he already knew that you found him attractive. fyodor was far too good at reading people, far too perceptive to let something as obvious as your attraction to him slip.
your mistake was foolishly believing that you'd be safe as long as you didn't act on those feelings.
it felt strange, however, when he started reaching your usual table first, having already asked for your go-to meal and watching with thinly veiled delight as you stared down at the hot plate. and it's your coworkers now that get stared at, your friends who get the silent threat of a fork pressed against smooth skin, and you that everyone whispers that fyodor dostoevsky is taken with.
the meaning behind his increasingly strange behaviour doesn't really hit you, not until you've bumped into X again, who you haven't seen around in a while.
"i see that you and fyodor are becoming good friends now," they grin, "i'm almost jealous of how quickly you warmed up to him."
long fingers reach to caress your cheek before a perfectly poised hand places itself on your shoulder. fyodor's unmistakable voice replies in your stead.
"we're friends? is that what you've heard?" fyodor dips his head down to lock eyes with yours, "why don't you correct them about that, darling?"
you should have trusted sigma when he told you that nikolai gogol was bad news. as he clarified, so bad that, coincidentally, the ministry of justice hq was moved away at least by two states when nikolai came to visit.
but how were you to know that he was in love with one of your acquaintances? and how were you to know that his idea of love was this frightening? just when you were making your way back after a lukewarm conversation about work with X, you were slammed up against the wall by a person with a top hat and a coat and an honestly terrifying expression. then nikolai, as he later introduced himself, started grilling you with questions, ruthlessly asking about why you were with X and why did they smile at you and where does your family live, after which he happily told you about his many previous experiences with torture and how he would love to show you.
you're not sure what convinced him to let you go, whether it was your trembling legs or your teary promises that you had no interest in X in that way, but here you were now—alive, terrified, and offered the position of 'magician's assistant' (though the magician himself refused to tell you why the position was open for so long) and all it took to land the increasingly strange job was to talk to X and listen to nikolai threaten to torture you in graphic detail.
(among all the crazy people you had seen around here—that so-called 'world's best detective' who snatched your bag of candy right from your hands, that other person who started doing push-ups in the middle of the road, and someone giggling holding a bag of lemons by the port—you thought that nikolai definitely fit right in. not that you were going to tell him that)
while the position wasn't exactly what you wanted, nor were you too keen on spending more time around nikolai, something about the glint in his uncovered eye and the hand gripping your shoulder told you that you really wouldn't want to reject his offer. contrary to what you may have assumed, assisting nikolai only meant becoming a partner to his criminal activity, which revolved around stalking X, talking to them to find out all the information nikolai can't get by stalking them, and stalking them even more to find out any more details that neither of you could get. (you've considered helping out as much as you can, leaving hints in the form of obscure drawings of nikolai and danger symbols, but later, when you catch sight of X waving to him, you realize the message did not come across the way you intended it to)
fortunately for them, (and for you. at least now, you won't be behind bars for assisting in abduction) nikolai seems to have no interest whatsoever in pursuing them any further. sure, he keeps books filled with information about X, and buys their favorite drink alongside his order, but he doesn't seem to want to do anything more.
while you could care less about why he does whatever he's doing, already chalking it all up to the fact that he was off his rockers, nikolai decides to enlighten you all the same. when he excitedly rambles on and on about freedom and feelings and why X must now die, you pretend to listen, never actually telling him that nothing he said made any sense to you. still, after insisting that he won't be very free behind bars either and that if he really didn't want to be tied down by his feelings, he should actually distance himself from them instead, it appeared that you finally got him to understand, and he hesitantly agreed to listen.
for the most part, everything is great after that. your life returns to normal, with no top hat wearing, cane wielding magician in the vicinity, and no more having to invade someone's privacy. and it was great! really! even if it was a little bit boring without nikolai's spontaneous plans (maybe that time in the amusement park was pretty fun, even if the only reason you had to go was because X was going there with someone else, much to nikolai's horror). there was something both unsettling and addictive about the crazy adventures nikolai swept you on, though it was for the best that he disappeared.
but then nikolai came back…acting a little odd.
his clinginess and a sudden desire for physical affection set off alarms in your head, though he acted like this was perfectly normal. at first, you told yourself that this must be some new jealousy plot—maybe he got this idea from a tv show he watched over his 'break', but he hadn't asked you if you wanted to be part of this ploy (not that he ever did, really).
and your suspicions only grew when he refused to let up on the act, holding onto you as if his life depended on it. his trips with you became increasingly frightening, and his grip on you increasingly tighter. he takes his new position by your side, not at all focused on X anymore, and instead observes you with the same look that was fixated on X not too long ago.
it only hits you that you've become his new target when you find yourself tied up to a chair, with him seated right in front of you with his face up to yours. the exact scenario you convinced him not to put X through.
"your advice sucks, by the way," he pouts, "i tried staying away but i couldn't stop thinking of you! don't be too upset, alright? we can have even more fun now that we're together!"
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Hi!! Omg i wanna say ur hc’s and fics are sooo good whaaat pls pat urself on the back bc u ate that!!!? I really enjoyed your fontaine bf hcs but i was wondering if u could do some nsfw bf hcs for him. Hes just so 😫😫😫😫
awwww yall go make me blush. thank you very much though it's means alot that to you enjoy my works.
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"taine, you a down bad munch" | fontaine x reader (nsfw)
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♡ fontaine is versatile when it comes to sex. whatever you want, as long as he's down he'll do it. can be rough as hell if you want. he's talking hand prints on your ass, running mascara, bruised hips, raspy screams. all you gotta do is give him the go ahead.
♡ can also be very sappy when you need him to be. not candle light and rose petals sappy. but he'll hold your hand, kiss your wrists, rub your back, just anything you need to get you closer to release. he'll do it. after all, he's here's to make his girl feel good, and he wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep knowing you weren't at least shedding a couple tears by the time he's done.
♡ he loves to talk his shit. if your shy and don't say much, don't worry he'll get a couple words outta you. he's a big tease too, and will edge you for hours just for you to say one word. he wants you confident enough to ask for what you want, and what you don't want from him. he really does prioritize communication alot.
♡ if you already love to talk your shit, he'll be putty in your hands. loves someone who can boss him around every now and then. tell him where to touch and how to touch, he'll adore you.
♡ loves when you get really soft on him. stroke his cheek, kiss all over his face, even tell him you love him. hell, it's enough to make a nigga blush.
♡ loves car sex. will pull into an alleyway, day or night, and have your heels digging into his dash board. it's a tight space, little to no distractions, and semi public, all the things that gets his motor going (pun intended).
♡ a veteran munch. and he's gangsta enough to admit it. and if someone call him corny, he'll just laugh. cuz he knows a nigga that can't get pussy ain't running his mouth about it. you loveee his munch tendencies, even when he gets the itch at the most inopportune times.
you opened the door to your apartment, just to see taine standing in the hallway. you stare at him confused for a bit, cause wtf. "taine? what the hell you doin' here, it's almos' one in the damn morning?"
"i texted you earlier sayin' 'm comin' over, didn't i?" he did. but that was earlier in the day. once it passed 10pm you thought he got caught up with something, so you took your ass to bed. but you should've known better, taine always keeps his word.
not even giving you time to cuss his ass out, a pair of familiar hands grabbed at your waist, and lifted you off the ground. he kicked the door close, placed you on the nearest soft surface he could find. as you felt your legs being lifted onto his shoulders, you knew exactly why he was here now.
"taine, you a down bad munch" you smirked as he grumbles how tight these damn shorts are, as he desperately tries to get them off.
"yea yea talk all the shi' you wan'. hope you can stil' talk all that' shi' by the time I'm done"
♡ fucking panty thief. what can he say he has a thing for keeping souvenirs, especially if it was a good fuck. he has no shame with it. will slide them down your legs while he's getting dressed, and just stuffs them into his back pocket. and he don't wanna hear it. not like you can protest anyways, you're too fucked out to agrue with him.
♡ loves loves loves when you leave marks on him. the man has a possession kink, that's for sure. bite marks on his shoulders, hickeys on his neck and scratches all over his forearms and back. the man wears them like a badge on honor. And if anyone asks, he grows the most shit eating grin and tell em his girl left him some keepsakes.
♡ and speaking of possessive. if you're in a situationship with this man, or yall haven't cuffed each other yet, either way don't you even think about dealing with another nigga. taine would never be able to tolerate the idea of another dick drilling into your cunt. as far as he's concerned, he's the only one who knows how to make you feel good. good enough to make a blabbering, shaking mess of yourself.
♡ is his girl that greedy that he alone can't satisfy her? well shit, guess he gonna have to convince you other wise. cause to him, with way your cunt clenches around him, she knows he's the only one for you. but it's like your brain hasn't got the memo yet. don't worry he'll fix it.
(and if he ever found that man you fucking with, guess he's breaking another pair of legs. he doesn't like sharing. at all. just the idea pisses him off already.)
♡ his aftercare is decent. he's not to be overly affectionate post nut. he doesn't mind a nice cuddle session though. and he's sweet enough to remember to carry you to the bathroom, so you can pee.
"want some water? sure thing ma"
"hungry? what ya feeling for baby, want me to order take out or sumthin'?"
♡ he'll even have a warm, damp towel on hand to wipe you down, if you want him to.
#fontaine x reader#they cloned tyrone#fontaine x black reader#fontaine they cloned tyrone#this is the most ive ever gone into detail on this man#damn#i hope i didnt make him do too mucn since taine is a simple ass man at best#☆° via writes °☆
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your like genuinely such a talented writer like your works are so well written they literally PUT me in a slump because when I read other fanfics they aren't as good and I fear that I won't read anything good till you post again 🙏
omfgggggg????? this is so sweet like thank you so much <3 i’m honored as fuck
i’ll give u my fav writers and recommendations on here that make me feel the same way!!
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2. @tastesousweet the girl with the tattoo is my favorite matt series i’ve read on here. like i am so invested and attached it’s insane. the way she writes matt is so 🫦 i genuinely think abt that fic every day. amazing
3. @plasticferal my all time fav one shot is take it or leave it. i’ve read it maybe 78 times and now that im thinking abt it im going to go read it again. another person with such high quality writing i be really feeling like y/n in that bitch
4. @rootbeerworshiper my love sienna gets down she don’t PLAY. she’s on a writing break rn but the works that she does have are soooo breathtaking. thrift store and make it up are personal faves!
5. @55sturn don’t even get me started. the song picks, the fics the whole acc like im in LURVE!!! feel it on the way home and snap out of it have me tweaking constantly!!!
if you haven’t read anything from them i suggest you do a deep dive cause that shit tewwwwwwwwwwww good! love all my pookies down BAD
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GURLLLL URRR BACKKK!! Missed seein u on my dash! Idk if ur taking requests but I got this idea I can't get out the head
Friends to lovers
Beach party kegger
Kook likes u but ya shoot em down
Pulls gun and is really bad
Jj saves u, screams/beats the hell out the kook like a mad man
Y'all confess ur feelings
And maybe uses the words "all in" and sappy happy ending 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Oh my gosh I love this idea and I hope you like what I came up with. This is SO JJ 👀😂
All In
Warnings: fluffy with implied smut, kissing, guns, violence, swearing, feeling uneasy, drug use, fighting, protective JJ, crying, friends to lovers, happy ending, prolly more so let me know if I forgot any 💚
I couldn't believe what was happening. My best friend defending my honor, all because of some stupid kook who decided to crash this kegger with his friends. Everything was harmless enough at the start, just cat calling and some whistling, you know the kind; just your general disgusting, neanderthal behavior. It was bothering me for sure but I wasn't gonna let it get to me and ruin my good time with my friends. As the night went on I could see JJ getting more and more irritated with them and the second that kook put his hands on me, his fists were flying. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER, ASSHOLE," JJ screamed at the kook who was trying to manhandle me into dancing with him and shoved him away from me. The kook comes right back at us and JJ immediately makes contact with his jaw, knocking him on his ass. He quickly recovers, gets back up and spits out a small mouthful of blood.
"Oh you know you like it baby," he says to me with a wink. "You know you want a piece of this," he cockily smirks, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to show off his barely visible muscles.
"And just what am I supposed to be looking at here," I say squinting and laughing as I brush him off. I hold my hand up to silently signal JJ not to charge at this guy and beat the living shit out of him.
We begin to walk away and JJ snickers at his weak attempt to entice me. I sigh and roll my eyes but feel a rough hand reach out for me again, this time harshly yanking me back and hurting my arm.
"Ouch, you asshole! What the hell," you say, a little shocked this guy was being so forward, especially with JJ right at my side. Usually the kooks just wanted to mess with me and my friends, hook up, be jerks and and occasionally get into the random fight over stupid shit. But this? This felt different, almost scary.
"Now that wasn't very nice now, was it baby doll," he says to me in a creepy monotone voice. His eyes look frighteningly dark, like there is nothing but emptiness behind them. He sniffs loudly and wipes the underside of his nose with his thumb and it all clicks for me. I can see some white residue still under his nose. He must have just gotten high. "Greaaatttt," I think to myself as I try to shake his grip off my arm. The look on JJ's face right now was one I've seen far too many times. He was ready to kill this kid but I prayed he'd take notice of me shaking my head discouragingly and trying to make him realize that this dude was totally coked out. I pointed to my own nose and tried to get my message across to him, which thankfully he understood. The last thing I want is for him to get into a crazy brawl with a maniac, especially over me. A minute passed by and we all were just kind of standing there, unsure what he was going to do. He still had his hand around my arm and he was really beginning to hurt me but I didn't wanna say anything to make JJ lunge at him, so I just kind of took it the best I could. He could tell I was wincing though and mentally, I was preparing myself for the fight of the year. Surprisingly though JJ very calmly came towards us and apologized.
"Hey, I'm sorry man," he said trying hard to sound earnest. "Sometimes I just get crazy over y/n getting attention from other guys, you know. That was my bad. I'm just very protective over her. I'm sure you can understand that," he says sincerely. I could feel my heart swelling inside my chest at his sweet words about me and had to snap myself back into the reality of the situation that was before me.
"What I understand, is that your bitch, needs to learn some fucking manners. It's not nice to laugh at someone whose just trying to show you a good time," he slowly drawls out, his grip on me becoming so tight, I nearly cry.
He looks at me whimpering and laughs. JJ clenches his fists and takes a step forward but stops himself when he sees this kook force me onto my knees and notices a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. I start to talk back but JJ puts his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I give him a funny look but he pleads to me with his eyes to just stay still and stop making noise. I catch on and quickly and stop but it's too late. The kook pulls out his gun and points it directly at my head. "I think someone needs to learn their place and say they're sorry," he says in that same creepy monotone voice.
"YOU STUPID BITCH," he screams towards me. "I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU Y/N," he yells, tapping the gun repeatedly on to my head.
I start crying immediately and I can't seem to make my mouth move. My entire life is flashing before me and all I can keep thinking about is "I can't believe this is how I'm going to die."
I can hear JJ saying my name and he pulls me out of my spiraling thoughts but only long enough to hear that crazy coked out kook screaming again. "SHUT UP AND STOP TALKING TO HER," he yells at JJ.
"No problem man, sorry about that," he says and slowly walks towards him. The kook is pacing in small circles and waving the gun around and all I can do is watch in horror.
"Yeah she can definitely be a bitch sometimes," JJ chuckles, trying to defuse the situation. He winks at me and nods his head, making a full circle around the kook. JJ is standing in front of me now and immediately, I feel so much better. Even though I've never been so scared in my life, I almost feel safe now. Almost.
The kook continues to pace back and forth as he and JJ talk about what a bitch I can be, laughing and making fun of me. Their words hurt but they seemed to calm the kook down. A few minutes later he plopped down in the sand and sighed loudly, dropping his gun next to him. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath, starting at the sand. JJ looked at me and to the gun and I nodded as he immediately springs into action, knocking the kook backwards while I quick grabbed the gun and threw it into the water. JJ was on top of him, punching him over and over again, him now the one screaming. "IF YOU EVER COME AROUND HERE AGAIN! IF YOU EVER FUCKING LAY A HAND ON THAT PRECIOUS BODY! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU! DON'T FOR A SECOND THINK I WON'T. I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW YOU ASSHOLE FOR PUTTING HER THROUGH THAT! FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH THAT! FOR TRYING TO TAKE THE BEST THING I HAVE IN MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME! TRY THAT AGAIN AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE," he says punching him one last time, knocking him out cold. He was still alive but barely breathing. JJ saw the horror on my face and finally gets up off of him and rushes to my side. "Y/n! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please! Are you ok?," he begs me to answer him. I'm just kneeling in the sand beside this whole bloody scene and thinking about what just happened and I can't seem to talk or move. "Y/n? JJ gently shakes my shoulder and smooths out my hair. Y/N? He says a little louder, trying to get my attention," this time succeeding.
I let out a broken shriek and lunge into his arms, so happy to be comforted by the man kneeling before me. "J.. I...," I sob, tears streaming down my face. "I thought I was going to die," I say hysterically. "I thought we were going to die."
"I know darlin', I know" he coos into my ear as I continue to cry. "You know I'd never let that happen, y/n. You're safe with me, always," he says softly, stroking my hair and still hugging me tight.
"Oh my God," I start to say through my sobs. "And you... you stepped right in front of me...," you try to finish your thought but can't get out the words.
"I told you y/n, you're safe with me. I will never let anything bad happen to you," he says in a reassuringly soft voice. "I will always protect you."
I nuzzle into his chest and move further into his lap and cling to him for dear life. I never wanna let him go and even though I'm still shaken, I feel truly safe now. With him. Just like this.
"Now probably isn't the right time to tell you this," he says into the top of my head. He leans back a little and pushes me away slightly so I can look at him.
"Y/n?," he says, gently brushing his hand over my cheek and resting it there. "I'm in love with you," he says shakily.
My eyes go wide and I just stare at him as he leans his forehead against mine, sighing. "I've felt this way for so long y/n. Please? Say something? I thought I was going to lose you tonight. I can't stand to keep this from you another second. I'm sorry if this seems weird or out of the blue but I think I've honestly been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn't realize it until we were older. And then after everything that just happened, I know in my heart I had to tell you as soon as possible how I-," his words suddenly cut off and he's completely taken aback.
I can't stop myself from crashing my lips onto his and finally getting to kiss my best friend. I have been waiting for him to say something and act on his feelings for years. It just figures that a near death experience is what would finally give him the push he needed to finally tell me how he feels. I pull away and let him cup my face again, his grin giving me butterflies throughout my entire body. "So does that mean....," he starts to say before I cut him off again.
"I love you, too J. I've been waiting for you to say something for so long," I say to him, putting my head on his shoulder and hugging him again.
"So you knew?," he asks me seriously.
"I had a pretty good idea," I say leaning back up and facing him.
"Why didn't you say anything?," he groans, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair, chuckling.
"Well...," I ponder aloud. "I just figured that you weren't ready for me to know yet and that you'd tell me once you were," I shrugged. "I didn't want to force your hand and try to start something you weren't ready for or sure about," I say genuinely.
"I've always been sure, y/n. I guess I was just scared how you'd react...I didn't want ruin our friendship. I couldn't stand the thought of you rejecting me and not having you in my life so I guess I just took the safe route all this time," he says sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well there's no turning back now, Maybank," I smile at him.
"All in?," he asks, cocking his brow at me.
"All in," I agree nodding my head and grinning.
He leans in to kiss me and the feeling of his lips against mine almost make me forget the events of tonight until we start to hear a rustling in the sand besides us.
"Shit y/n! We better get out of here before that lunatic wakes up," JJ says helping me to my feet. He grabs my hand in his and we start to run towards the car. Never in all my life have I ever been in such a scary situation but at the same time, never in my life have I felt so safe and settled. Once we get to the car, he opens the door for me and asks me once again if I'm sure I'm alright. I say yes and he reluctantly takes my word for it and closes my door. He quickly runs around the back of the car and hops in, peeling out as fast as he can. "Where to, y/n?," he asks me.
"Can I spend the night with you J?, I ask quietly. "I'm a little scared to go home to an empty house. Just for tonight?," I plead.
"You can spend every night with me y/n," he says, taking my hand in his. "Scared or not," he says bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it sweetly.
I smile happily to myself and tell him that sounds perfect, snuggling up into his side, still holding his hand, as he drives us home.
"Thank you," I say to him quietly. "For everything."
"I'm just glad you're ok," he says, sighing as we turn onto his street.
We pull up to his empty house and sit in comfortable but heavy silence for a minute, digesting everything that's happened tonight.
"All in?," he asks me once again, staring straight forward out the windshield.
I smile at him and lift my head off his shoulder, turning so I can see his face. He turns towards me slightly and l lean my head on to his gently.
"All in," I repeat, smiling.
He slowly places his lips on mine, brushing my cheek with his thumb and sighs contently into the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that y/n," he says pulling away and staring into my eyes. I blush at his love filled gaze and smile sweetly, his words instantly bringing back all those butterflies.
"And you have no idea how long I'VE been waiting for you to do that," I giggle, looking longingly from his beautiful eyes to his luscious lips.
"Oh yeah," he questions flirtatiously, running his free hand through his hair. "Wanna know what else I've been waiting to do with you all this time," he smirks, wiggling his eyebrow at me.
"I thought you'd never ask," I say laughing as he rushes to get out of the car and runs to my door to open it for me.
He holds out his hand and helps me step out of the car and closes the door. Still holding my hand m, he leads me towards the door but stops just short of opening it.
"I'm really glad you're ok, y/n... I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you," he says to the ground before turning around to face me.
"And I'm really glad you're ok, J. The way you just leapt into action and stayed so calm. That was really smart thinking. You were so brave, that could have ended so badly for both of us. I don't know what I would have done either if something bad happened to you," I say and start to tear up again.
"Hey now, don't cry y/n," he says brushing the tears from my eyes. "We're both safe and sound, nothing to worry about now," he says hugging me.
"Now!," he says, sternly but silly, poking my side trying to make me smile. "TO THE LOVEMAKING," he playfully yells and hoists me over his shoulder. I giggle and roll my eyes as he quickly lets us into the house and runs us both up the stairs to his room, throwing me onto the bed and smiling at me like a love sick fool.
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2! 💚
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@fireflywritesgt LOVINGLY WRITING MY UNHINGED CH23 THOUGHTS AND THEN BURYING THEM UNDER A READMORE. I felt such overwhelming hype when I saw we got 2 chapters in 1 day I truly was ready to throw my phone out the fucking window. TOO MUCH JOY FOR ONE LITTLE GNASH... I hadn't even finished processing ch21......
first off pov Joe when he goes to Calloway's to pick up his cute new tailored fit in 3 days
soooo right from the jump. hey.
"“…’cause he’s way better off than I am, it’ll make it harder for me to leave him or something. That he’s luring me in. I mean—” Joe laughed nervously as he steeled himself in preparation for how the captain would react to his next statement “—if it were a giant treating me the way he treats me, everyone would call me a pet.”
“Well of course they would, Joe. That’s because giants are evil.” The captain said matter-of-factly.
He may as well have poked Joe squarely in the eye. Nonetheless, the bartender continued."
hey. UM. Joe you beautiful idiot who canonically has bad luck and, presumably from reading this very chapter, a terrible poker face. Maybe you should have said. Any Other Thing? GODDD in my heart he's definitely sooo overconfident and drunk like wow I am so smooth :) nobody suspects a thing :) while Calloway is having a conversation with him like uh... just saying, but you know, none of us could stop you from. for example. idk. becoming a giant's pet. we wouldn't like that but it's just a random thing that came to mind just now, unrelated to the really tall really wealthy really powerful guy who is afraid of taking advantage of you by luring you in and giving you things like a giant would and maybe isn't treating you like a person. And you're afraid you shouldn't want it. Like BRO IT IS SO OVER FOR YOU even without Harry literally calling Joe's name 3+ times in the dead silence 😭😭😭😭 And presumably Harry having been waiting around there for a while to see Joe! Loitering in a way we know tinies are on guard about since they all noticed that snatcher back in Ch13!
They're idiots ur honor, so true, but it's all worth it to see Joe get rescued and swoon like a damsel ... I definitely wonder if Calloway observed any of that, and what he might think about it if so. >:) May or may not have been daydreaming and writing bits about how horrifying it would be to give your surrogate kid all this well-meaning advice, see him nearly slip to his death, and while you're hurrying down to try and help him, watching him call out to a walking nightmare for help and then get whisked away by it
I have a pet theory that everything we've seen from Calloway so far has been pretty heavily colored by it being from Joe's perspective when he's having a bad day, and maybe he will be more understanding than we think? Objectively, I didn't think he was being very rude or anything back in Ch 13, when he was speculating on Joe's love life. It rankled Joe, which is understandable, but he 1) he's happy that Joe looks good, 2) he doesn't let Gutters or O'Grady rag on Joe too hard and 3) he just generally seems like an interested father figure would about his kid's love life:
"“Oh, lay off him, Tim. It’s a good borrowing year!” Captain Calloway cut in. “We all have ‘em, we all enjoy ‘em, we all cry ourselves to sleep when they’re over.”
Relief washed over Joe like the warm water in Harry’s sink.
“Though I gotta say…” The captain gave a wry smile as he continued. “…it could just as easily be someone else’s good borrowing year if ya’ catch my drift. Could be he’s got a little sweetheart looking after him. A brick of pure chocolate? That’s practically a dowry."”
Although I may be wrong here, since Ch 21's incident at Tiny Town with the Italian mob that saved him gives us the insight that "[for] the first time in Joe’s entire existence at that, Joe understood what it was like to have a real father." So maybe Calloway is not that nurturing to Joe and not much of a caring dad -- as @remordsposthume's tags so wisely point out:
WTF WAS HE DOING LETTING HIM LEAVE THE BAR LMAO. Calloway's Den of Drunkards confirmed for an "everybody drive home drunk. it's not my problem" bar??? Everyone is processing TAoLaW thru their own cultural lens and. in that spirit. lmfao. I must say. Calloway reminds me of the libertarian redneck dads I've known who just let their kids do whatever. If he was a giant I think he'd let his kids ride ATVs thru the woods drunk. Most probably he would also be ridin around drunk with them. "If you die it's your own damn fault" being his motto is too on the nose LOL. Huge farm dad "I LOVE MY SONS. ONLY HALF OF THEM WILL SURVIVE TO ADULTHOOD BUT I DO LOVE THEM" energy. To Me.
(Btw Harry & Joe processing their parental issues together WHEN <3)
BUT ANYWAY YEAH EVEN IF CALLOWAY WAS THE MOST UNOBSERVANT GUY IN THE WORLD RE: THAT SUSPICIOUS CONVERSATION? YOU WERE LITERALLY BOTH SCREAMING EACH OTHERS' NAMES LIKE LOVESICK ROMANCE PROTAGONISTS RIGHT UNDER THE DREDGE THAT'S STILL PROBABLY GOT AT LEAST SOME NIGHT MARKET CUSTOMERS? HELLO?? @94444 we are on the same wavelength rn
AND MORE ABOUT CALLOWAY... I am very heartened by how you mentioned once, Warren, that you planned to give each character real depth and treat them with sincerity. I feel very interested about when that time will be for Calloway! We know that he takes in kids (or at least O'Grady and Joe scratch that. tag lore be upon me) and teaches them how to sell trinkets. We know that he hates giants. We know he's been horribly injured in a way that led to him losing a hand, an eye, and possibly teeth. Knowing what we do about the risks of being a borrower, and how casually cruel giants are to them, it's not unlikely those last 2 things are related. I'M TAKING YOUR TAGS AND RUNNING AWAY WITH THEM LIKE A DOG W SOMETHING IN ITS MOUTH.
So Calloway knew them for several years as vulnerable kids... then lost them for a year or so... then got them back after they escaped the watchmaker's? I will be interested to see if that trauma means he's more protective of them, or uh, still more drunk libertarian dad about them. Lmao. He seemed like he cared about Joe getting into Tiny Town way back in Ch3 tho at least! (as an aside... interested in who Gutters is, too. He SEEMS to be older than Joe/Tim, but he could also still be a Calloway Kid himself... he seems to defer to Calloway... and/or he could just be some guy embittered about giant/tiny relations. which. fair, brother.)
If the broader Tiny Town culture (such as it is... would word get around about this incident with Joe and Harry, or does news just not travel that well amongst lots of secluded borrower communities? much to consider. it makes sense in a dark way why you would physically mark somebody who's transgressed against society's cardinal rule, in a culture where you cannot generally spread information effectively) would reject Joe for his proclivities... will Calloway, too? Or is it Joe's anxiety making him think that? I'm afraid we already know how Tim would feel. Other than him, Calloway is the person who Joe seems most connected to in miniature society... Although Harry's worry about Joe not spending enough time around his fellow miniatures in Ch22 is at least partially motivated by his own guilt-trip, I think he has a bit of a point! I hope Joe doesn't lose touch with everyone -- or if he does, I hope there will be new friends out there for him, too, who are more understanding.
(LORRAINE WHEN)
Now Calloway aside, OBVIOUSLY THE ENDING OF THIS CHAPTER HAD ME HOOTIN AND HOLLERIN.
“Joe… can we go back to the big, sexy giant part for a second?” <- LIT'RALLY me rereading this chapter 800 times
A snapping turtle is a fantastic little horror for poor Joe to face, woof. Those fuckers are scary enough when ur height is measured in feet. The quick way they snap is no joke. Just want to 👏👏👏👏 about how good this passage is: The turtle’s maw emerged from the waters of the lake like the gaping mouth of some ancient monster that fed on the souls of sailors. The grimy lakewater rushed over its beady little eyes as its beak, sharp as a dagger, flew towards Joe faster than a gunshot. YEAH.
It just!! makes my little heart sooooo happy to see that Joe does have someone who will unconditionally look out for him...!!! Harry has his issues, and they're still learning how to open up about themselves, but he consistently shows up!! :') the thought of him waiting for his man all night ... hoping the dredge would be the place Joe meant ... and then acting sooo fast when he saw a tiny guy fall off of it... what a faithful hound of a [future] boyfriend. Calloway is so right. Joe deserves somebody to look after him. And Joe has done the (forgive me for the loaded meme) girl math on this. One big man is the best possible outcome for him. ONLY THE BIGGEST MAN WILL DO to keep him off of his bullshit as much as possible 👍👍
And OF COURSE god their conversation is just so so so fucking funny. "Thank you" "fuck no I'm not" -> "FUCK YOU" is INCREDIBLE i CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT lmaooooo and Harry still being so gentle about receiving this insult and trying to parse what Joe means ... he does listen to Joe, they're definitely not back to square one as drunk!Joe feared, his own issues are just getting in the way! (And Joe's are getting in the way of him seeing thru Harry's facade into what the real issue is! We love to see it!)
"“I meant that. You don’t get to call me handsome until you start listening to me.” He slurred. “You gotta—you gotta want it.”
Joe crossed his arms and scowled up at the beautiful man and his beautiful face as Harry tried to parse what Joe was saying.
“Want it…?” Harry echoed.
“Yeah. You gotta want to be my friend. And screw what anyone else thinks!”"
And did anyone else cackle at how Joe telephone-gamed Calloway's advice to still be in plausible-deniability-land. "You gotta want to be my friend" ok. not what he fuckin said. run that back real quick -> "Not if you’re being open about what you want and everything. That’s how love works, Joe. You gotta want it."
I just adored the moments of insight between them, too. "... Joe knew his real answer was yes – he was just too afraid to say it overtly. He argued and fought and begrudgingly accepted it instead. / What was that saying to Harry?" vs. Ch22 Harry's revelation: "How much of his relationship with Joe was genuine, he wondered, and how much of it was Joe going along with Harry’s suggestions in the name of diplomacy?"
Joe IS acting like somebody who's being coerced! Harry IS being a trustworthy guy by noticing it and checking in once their relationship is definitely turning intimate! It's so fascinating to think in hindsight that every time Joe turned red and embarrassed, Harry was having a thought at the back of his mind like "he doesn't want this. I'm scaring him. He doesn't want me, and he doesn't even know the real me yet. And worse, he can't tell me, because he's afraid of what I might do to him." But he can't SAY all that because it would hurt too much if he said it and Joe confirmed he was actually correct, so Ch22 comes out as a trainwreck where he's accidentally insulting Joe's ability to survive without him. (Side note I KNEW Harry wasn't REALLY considering Joe his landlord. Sad!!! That fucked up scrawny starving guy has squatter's rights and he was doing pretty good all things considered maybe !!!)
The respective issues ~Society~ has given both of them just make it impossible to talk about the root of their problems without baring your guts in a really terrifying way. OOF.
HOWEVER this chapter confirming that homophobia isn't such a problem in tiny society is going to make this eventual conversation betwen them real interesting... Harry like "You don't understand Joe :( there's something really wrong with me... ... I like ... men..." and Joe being like "omg :) :) :) :) :) wait what's wrong with you tho" and then Joe "No you don't understand Harry :( I know this is sick but... I like.. giants... I'm sure you could never see someone smaller than you as anything other than a pet ..." and Harry just ":) :) :) :) oh what no :) Georgie was shorter than me" I hope they can have a good, baffled laugh at how long they could've been snuggling guilt-free. At the end of the angst. <3
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SALT FARE, NORTH SEA
- when a dragon falls from the sky, decimating your ship and bringing a strange boy along for the ride, you begin to question if the some of the targaryens are really as bad as they seem. (aged up!lucerys velaryon x fem!reader, angst to fluff, ur burning hatred is quenched by time spent on the sea 🤞) MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HOUSE OF THE DRAGON! au where vhagar doesn’t kill luke, arrax just gets absolutely mauled and falls out of the sky. aged up luke because I didn’t realize he was that young when i started writing 💀. ⚠️ TW for death, suicidal thoughts, and trauma.
word count: 4,213 (jesus christ)
a/n - ohhhh my god guys i’m back!!!! this was certainly a labor of love. i don’t know if I’ll start writing consistently again, but i really hope i do. i love you guys so much and thank you for the continued support even when i’m on hiatus! also i’m sorry if luke is ooc because i choose to believe he’s quietly funny and a little bit of a menace 😭
As the waves batter the sides of your ship, you don’t feel seasick. You feel the spray, see the occasional silvery fish zip by under the water. The sun beats down on your exposed neck and the motion swirls your mind, but you are sick for an entirely different reason.
Betrothal. God, you hate how that word sits on your tongue like a hot piece of meat. You are to be sent off to the their of family, married into their lineage and forced to bear their children until your womb shrivels like a sun-dried date. Of all of your options, the Targaryens are certainly the worst.
Aemond, in particular. You’ve heard stories of his cold demeanor, how he could kill you with a look. With his hands, too. He is quite the skilled swordsman, not that you would ever wish to witness it. He is the one you are set to marry.
Oh, the misery. The horror. You can feel bile rising in your throat whenever someone mentions him or his mother, great Queen Alicent.
You figure, though, at least it isn’t his brother.
You come from a noble family. It was bound to happen anyways. Trade your Martell name for some haughty lord’s and become his sow for the rest of your life. Your short, miserable life. In some ways, you are a bit grateful. You will never want for food and you know you’ll bring great honor to your family by marrying into the Targaryens.
You just wish you could marry for another reason, not just forging alliances and heating up old, cold ones. You could have a happy life with the person of your choosing. You could sell fish on the shores of the sea and pick flowers in a field.
You play with this notion in your head before you hear a mighty crash and the sound of splintering wood.
The screams come mere seconds later. They pierce the air as snapping bones and rending flesh ring out. You stumble back, nearly falling off the edge of the ship. Large chunks of meat have started raining from the sky, crushing everything in their path.
You feel your heart beat so fast it nearly leaps out of your chest as you scramble for friction. Fuck, what the hell?
With the meat there comes blood, great amounts of it. It trips the sailors up, sending them careening over the wooden edges and into the sea.
You narrowly miss the giant dragon wing that splits the boat in two. The entire thing has started sinking, and your blood runs cold.
The ship is tilted from the massive gash in the center. Water is mixing with blood, and your dress is soaked to the bone. You can’t help but think that the finest silks Dorne can offer will drag you to the bottom of the depths.
As you clamber to the top of the ship’s bow as another fast-moving figure falls into the water. You don’t notice it in the moment.
A shove comes from behind, pushing you to the side. Your back aches where you were struck.
“M’lady, m'lady! The lifeboat, you must take the boat. Go, go! Right now, m'lady.”
It’s Finhard, the deck swabber. He has two missing fingers, a lame knee, and a million stories. He swabbed the deck of The Sandstorm from port to port, collecting any and all information he could along the way. You loved talking to him so much it made the trip almost worth it. He always helped you sneak food to the cat stowing away on board. The cat you’re sure is now dead.
“What about you?” You question, voice loud but shaky. You can’t just leave him here.
“I’m a dead man, m’lady. I don’t matter.”
“But you do!” You insist, tugging on his arm. The screams are still ringing like alarms, and your limbs feel locked and like jelly at the same time.
“No, no. I might sink it. Girl’s damaged already. Please go, girlie. Jus’ remember me when you eat your next fish, alright?”
A pit pools in your stomach as you whip around to look at the small lifeboat. He’s right. The boat wouldn’t be able to hold you and a grown man, at least not one of Finhard’s size.
“Get on. I’ll push ya off, and you better have a damn good time with that prince of yours.”
You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you watch your trusted confidant steel his gaze.
“I’m sorry, Finhard. I’m so so sorry,” You sob, clutching his rough palms. “I promise I’ll think of you always.”
“Thas’ all I ask for.” His voice is rough and uncut, hardened yet soft, like a feather made of chainmail. He picks you up like a sack of potatoes and places you in the rickety boat with the gentleness of a father setting down his newborn. He gives you one final kiss on the forehead before untying the boat and shoving it into the roiling water.
Small hairs cling to your forehead as the ship lights up in a blaze sure to be seen from the shore. Your face is so wet with tears you feel as though the ocean is the product of them.
You sob into your hands as the people who took care of you on your journey sink, their bawls leaving a scar in your memory.
It’s not even ten minutes after the foremast begins to sink that you see a dark shape bobbing along in the water next to you. You stifle a gasp, thinking it must surely be a shark or a dead man. The water around it was red and heavy.
When it floats closer to you, you see for the first time that it’s a boy. A boy who must be around your age, maybe sixteen or seventeen. His wrist gives a little twitch, and you resolve that you must rescue him.
He wasn’t on your ship unless he was stowing away in the barrels, as teenagers often do. No matter his situation, you grab his soaked shirt and give a hard tug.
The effort almost tips your boat, nearly sending you spiraling into the water. You give a little huff. The waterlogged boy is definitely heavier than you expected.
You try again, managing to get his arm hooked around the side of the boat. From there, it’s just a game of strength- you pull him up, using his clothing as a sort of lever to shimmy him out of the water. You roll him over, the water streaming off of him re-splattering your already wet clothes with water and fresh blood. The boat dips a little with his weight, but it does not sink. You praise the Seven under your breath. He has a cut on the side of his head, one that requires medical care far past the simple fixes you’ve learned.
You try to dress it anyways. Ripping a long strip of cloth from the bottom of your underskirt, you wrap it up and pray he doesn’t lose much more blood.
You can still hear the creaking of The Sandstorm, though any humans were sucked under long ago. It makes a melancholy sound, blending with the waves and the seabirds and the rain that has started pattering down. A lump forms in your throat as you gaze at the wreckage. Hot water slides down your face as you sit in your little lifeboat, waiting for death that will most certainly come for your throat.
It’s about two hours of lonely drifting before the boy wakes up. He opens his eyes slowly, then they widen as he gives a gurgling shout.
“Augh!” You stifle a giggle, though your voice is still wobbly from sobs.
He notices you and sits up, bewildered. As he takes in his surroundings, you sit and watch.
“Who are you? Where am I? Where is Arrax?”
“I am nobody now, and we are in the middle of the ocean,” You gesture to the water surrounding every inch of your sight. “And I don’t know who Arrax is.” He sure has a lot of questions, though you can’t fault him for it.
“Arrax, my dragon. I… I think he’s…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.
You stare at him in shock.
“Your dragon? The dragon that fell out of the sky in twenty pieces?” You question, voice heated. “The one that just killed a crew of fifty-two men?”
He’s silent for a moment. “So he’s dead?”
“Of course he’s dead, you imbecile! Did you not hear what I just said? He killed them. All of them. I’m the only survivor.”
“I’m sorry.” He mutters. He brings his knees to his chest and hugs them. “It was never my fault. It was him that killed Arrax, so it is him that killed your crew.”
“Who is him?”
“That bastard of a prince, Aemond. He and his dragon, Vhagar, chased us across the skies and attacked us in the air.”
Your hands tighten into fists as your throat constricts like you swallowed a spiny rock. You regret ever saving the boy, and you regret not slitting your throat when you heard of your betrothal to the murderer. Everything you’ve heard about Aemond is true. Your rage boils into hatred, and you swear that if you ever see him you will die and take him with you.
“So that must mean you’re a Targaryen too?” You say, trying to keep your voice level. It’s a skill you had to learn as a noble lady, but the hate building in your chest is almost too violent to quiet.
“Lucerys Velaryon, my lady.” He eyes you, taking note of your expensive yet ruined dress. He must know you’re not a commoner either.
You know the Targaryens are the only ones with proper access to a dragon, but you should have known that only someone descended from one could cause such absolute and utter destruction. It’s not Lucerys’s fault, you tell yourself. Don’t put the blame on him. Put on a smile and become your best even-tempered and kind self. But gods, the way you want to wring his neck for an event he seemingly had no control over.
“Why did he do it?” You ask. The tears from earlier start creating a pressure behind your eyes again.
“Because I took his eye.” Lucerys’s voice is weak, but it has the strum of nobility that you know like a well-oiled harp. “He wanted revenge, an eye for an eye. So I ran. He found me in the sky and bit my dragon in half. I never meant to kill anybody.” So they’re all the same, the princes. Hardened and cruel and psychopaths. “Did you save me?”
“I suppose I did.” You want so badly to say ‘but I shouldn’t have’, but you hold your tongue.
“That is a debt I can never repay. Thank you. I’m truly sorry.” You shake your head. It’s not his fault, you repeat. You still cannot find it in yourself to forgive him. “What’s your name?”
You think for a brief moment. It wouldn’t hurt, you think, to tell him your name. That way when you both die, at least the man you’re stuck with will know the name of the woman that hated his family the most out of anyone in the world.
You speak your name, including your Martell family name, and he looks at you, eyes widened so much you think they will pop out of his skull.
“Aemond’s betrothed?” You are marrying into the greens, and Lucerys feels as though he should hate you for it. Unluckily for his honor, he cannot despise the girl who pulled him from the sea.
“Yes, what sorry luck.” You spit. “I would rather drown than go through with it.” You think of the promise you made to Finhard. “No, I would put poison in his chalice and watch him drink it.”
He laughs a bit, his voice ringing out against the repetitive sound of waves. “And I will buy the poison.” You allow yourself to smile. You hate it, but you smile.
You’ve always been the weirder daughter, yet the one that tries to talk with the lords and ladies and puts on a shining performance. That’s where the smile comes from, from all the times you’ve had to put your pearly whites on display. The morals have gone to shit, but the reflex is still burned into your person.
“You needn’t call me ‘my lord’. We’re even here, out on the sea.” He says. You can feel that’s not the only reason. A spark of guilt shimmers in the corners of his eyes. “Just call me Luke.”
“And you may call me by my name, Luke.” He’s right. There are no titles, only salt water and spray.
You watch the moon in the sky as it shines its beams down on your face. It sees everything. Every deal in secret, every promise you’ve ever made. It’s a gentle reminder that every person sees the same thing every night. You and Luke sit in silence, staring up at it. You wonder if your mother sees it too, from her ship. Can Finhard and the other sailors see it, from their watery graves? Can they forgive you for not saving them? For saving the life of a boy, whose mass is just under the weight limit of the boat? You glance over at him.
He’s staring at you, at how the soft rays of the moon highlight the curves and edges of your face. He feels a pit in his stomach, one that is not from hunger. It’s a gnawing feeling, guilt. He hates that he had to trade his life for fifty sailors. He thinks he would rather be at the bottom of the sea than see more tear tracks on your face. Another feeling eats at him, though he’s not sure what it is. It makes his insides churn and scrambles his mind.
He averts his eyes and looks at the stars once more.
You spend another two days floating in the water. You’re both sunburned and salt dried, and his skin is red and peeling. The conversation between the both of you had been dry up until today.
“May I have the flask?” He asks. You hand it over. For two whole days, all you have had to eat and drink is two flasks of water, a packet of dried fish, and some bread that has gone mushy from the water slowly seeping into your boat. You have to bail it out every hour or so.
“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” Luke questions, his voice rough. “Is anyone coming for us?”
You sigh. “I don’t know. I would like to think there are boats out searching, but truly, they must expect us to be dead. Besides that, we have drifted so far away from the shipwreck that we might not be found even if they were searching.” He shakes his head, hair stiff from the salty spray.
“I would like to keep hope alive.”
“You are the only one.” You hear a small laugh from next to you.
“You know, I could not ask for a better person to be stranded with.” He screws the cap back onto his flask carefully.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you certainly know how to ration supplies. And your optimism is inspiring.” A giggle bubbles up from beneath your buried feelings.
“Is that sarcasm, my dear lord?”
He smiles. You can’t help but notice that his smile is contagious, the kind that reaches his eyes. The kind you found yourself dreaming about, and the kind you are certain your betrothed never wears.
“Only if you make it out to be.” He pauses. “So, what was your life like in Dorne?”
Your eyes narrow. Small talk? It brings you back to your past. Talking to potential suitors and bearing their questions as they try to judge if you’re worth their money. It’s almost nice, the reminder. Before the wreck, you had been happy. Cheerful, even. You were nothing like you are now, hardened and weak and so close to putting sand in your pockets and drowning you can taste the seawater.
“Why do you ask?”
“I figured it would be nice to know you. To really know you.” His words bring an odd sense of comfort to you.
“It was much nicer than this. I had friends and family, that was the best part. I never wanted for much of anything. I suppose I felt out of place sometimes, and I felt lonely like nothing else, but it helped to know that I could always have a home with the people I loved.” He nods, and the waves push against the boat. The sun is setting, condemning you to another sleepless night. “What about you?”
“I love my home, my people, and my family. I never felt up to the task of being lord of Driftmark, though,” He confesses, “and sometimes I still feel like a fraud. Gods, I don’t know why I told you that.” He knows. There’s something about your eyes, something that makes him want to spill every secret he has ever had. He wants to tell you about the time he stole Aemond’s knife, causing Aemond to pick a fight with Aegon. Or when he heard an argument between his mother and stepfather, or when his older brother snuck a frog into the pocket of a handmaiden. Your eyes burn with stifled anger and buried hopes and love.
You look at him with an odd expression. “It’s alright. Might as well get everything out while you can.” You know the feeling of not being enough well. “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully when we get out of here.” You find yourself comforting him for god knows what reason. You should be angry, full of hatred and buzzing bees, but you can only feel sympathy for the boy across from you.
“When we get out of here? Where was that optimism earlier?” He teases, making you smile.
“It was killed and brought back to life. I have decided that I’m not going to die.” His laugh rings out, showering you in a feeling that makes you shiver.
“That’s a good thing to decide. I swear it too, we are not going to die. Aemond will never kill our spirit nor our bodies.” He takes your hands, palms rough and calloused. It makes your heart pound in a way you never expected. “We will be alright.”
You nod, hope blooming in your heart. Suddenly, the world seems just a little bit brighter. That’s when you see it; the seagull flying overhead.
You gasp, pointing up to the sky. It lets out a sharp cry as it circles around, and soon Luke is looking at it too. You’re so relieved that tears well up in your eyes.
Land must be near. It has to be.
“Praise the gods.” He grins, dropping your hands to shield his eyes from the sun. “We will surely reach the shores soon.”
“I can only hope.” You whisper.
You spend another day on the water, your hopeful eyes searching for mountains or fields. All you can see is blue water, blue skies, and Lucerys Velaryon. You found that you’ve grown to like him, as fucked as your past self might have considered it. He actually treats you like a person.
He squints into the distance. “I still don’t see anything. Maybe… maybe the bird was a fluke. A gull straying too far from the shore.”
You hit his shoulder lightly. “Don’t think like that.”
“It seems we’ve switched roles,” He smiles, “you’re the positive one now.”
“We certainly have rubbed off on each other.” The corners of your mouth lift into a little grin. Truth be told, your own hope is starting to fade, but you will never let him know.
You’ve begun to notice things about the sea that you have never seen before. Schools of small fish darting below the surface, the pattern of the waves, even how chilly the water is. As the sun shines down, the water is peaceful. Maybe it’s a side effect of the trauma, or maybe it’s just you growing more comfortable with the idea of salt water. In any case, you suppose you need to look at its beauty to fan the dying flame of light burning inside you. It’s far easier to love than to keep hating.
“The day is quite beautiful, isn’t it?” You whisper.
“I suppose it is.” He says, but he’s not looking at the sky.
You are infatuating. The way the sun glints off your eyes enraptures him and keeps him in a state of lovely drunkenness. “Do you wish to marry my uncle?” There’s a hint of something more behind his voice. It’s almost desperate, and the thought makes you shiver.
You hesitate. “Not particularly. It would bring honor to my family, that I am sure of. So I will do it, but I will likely not enjoy it.”
“I understand that. I myself am betrothed to someone I can’t see myself loving.”
“The lady Rhaena Targaryen?” You know of her. The idea of him marrying the girl painted by the gods twists your heart in a way you can’t even comprehend.
He sighs. “Yes. It is my duty, but I cannot see her as anything but a sister. That’s all she’s been to me my entire life.”
“Duty is a wicked thing,” You muse, “pulling us away from opportunities to enrich our own lives.”
He nods. “If you could choose, is there anyone you would want to be married to?”
You think for a bit but eventually shake your head. “Do you have a special someone?”
“I am beginning to discover one.” He says. What does he mean by that?
When you look at him, staring far into the distance, you start to realize.
When the days grow dim, you huddle into each other for warmth. That’s why you fall asleep tonight, softened by his touch. Finally, you sleep for more than half an hour at a time. Luke’s arms are wrapped around you, as the lifeboat leaves little room for comfort, and the rock of the ship lulls you into a dream.
You wake to a jolt. You have no idea how long you’ve been asleep, but the moon is out and there is sand underneath your hull. Sand. Ground. You scramble to sit up, pulling Luke along with you. “Sand! Luke, it’s sand. We’ve made it! Gods be good, we have made it to land.” You grab at the wet grains, letting them clump and filter through your fingers. He lets out a loud cheer and pulls you in.
Out of nowhere, as you still have earth in your hands, he kisses you. His lips are rough and dry, but so are yours. He tastes like salt water and love.
When he finally pulls away, he is grinning like a lunatic. “We’ve made it, my lady. We survived.”
“What happened to our no titles agreement?” You tease, still flustered. Your cheeks are as hot as the surface of the sun.
“We’re on land now. The rules of society apply again, I’m afraid.” His whisper ghosts against your ear like he’s almost afraid to lose the closeness he gathered over the course of the last few days.
“Of course,” You say, pressing your lips to his cheek, “I would expect nothing different from such a high-ranking and strong man such as yourself.”
He places a hand where you kissed him. Your skin may be chapped, but that damned kiss was sweeter and softer than spun sugar.
“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding, my lady.” A glint of humor dances in his eye.
He steps out of the boat and offers a hand to you. The ground wobbles under your feet and you almost fall, but he is there to steady you. “Wait, I know this beach!” He realizes as he gazes upon the scenery. “It’s the beach off Dragonstone. I’m… I’m home.”
“Really?” You feel hope bubbling through your body. “You know where we are?”
“I do. Dragonstone is there, above those cliffs. Come on, let’s go!” He tugs your arm just a bit too hard, sending you sprawling into the sand. You grab onto his sleeve and pull him down too, leaving you both in a fit of giggles.
You’re both weak and tired and sore, but your flames grow brighter every second you’re on solid land. “Race me!” He yells, taking off from the ground on shaky feet. You dart after him, all your earlier burdens seemingly gone.
You probably won’t catch him, but it’s okay. Right now, your future is ahead of you, your rage is behind, the land pounds beneath your feet, and the boy with brown hair is calling for you to join him.
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hi hi hi cld u pls write prorev frerard x crew reader, w dom!gerard, sub!frank n sub!reader? maybe its backstage after a particularly energetic show or smth. if u cld include sm puppy play for both frank n reader, like grinding or stuff that wld amazing!!! luv ur writing, tysm <333
Oh my god this is genius.
BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD
(I havent proofread like a quarter of this)
Genuinely made me start rubbing my hands together like a cartoon villain but wtv
Smut, puppy play-ish, grinding, dom!Gerard, sub!frank&reader, reader & frank are needy as fuck, frank and reader getting caught by Gerard, established relationship cause i suck at developing them, braindead frank by the end, could be gay could be bisexual idc, Mikey and ray show up at the end to judge.
Prorev!gerard&frank x crew!gn!reader
(Yk i had to use the prorev kiss)
Being apart of My Chemical Romances’ crew was great, an honor even. You were great at your job and you loved it, But you loved the view even more. Seeing your boyfriends give their all and practically fuck each other on stage was exhilarating, even if it did leave you a bit needy afterwards. However, you know frank got just as needy after shows too. After their set you went to find him, tonight had been a pretty energetic show after all.
Making your way back to where the dressing rooms and bathroom were, you found frank about to go into a dressing room and caught up with him. “Hi Frankie.” You whispered, laying your head on his shoulder from behind. Frank was used to this at this point and quickly pulled you into the dressing room with him. “Hi baby, You like the show?” Frank asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You hummed in response, before pushing him back towards the couch. “Oh, you liked it a bit too much huh?” Frank queried from under you. “Shut up and get your pants off Frankie.” You whined trying to pull his jeans down to his thighs. He helped you, keeping his boxers on as well as you keeping you underwear on. Positioning yourself on him you quickly became impatient.
It didnt take long for you both to find a pace, a rather fast one but it worked for both of you. Frank was guiding your hips as you dug your finger nails into his shoulders. Hiding your face in his neck to suck bruises into it. “I dont think ill ever get sick of this.” Frank moaned, resting his head on the back of the couch, giving you more room to place hickeys on his neck. You hummed in agreement, not wanting to give up your spot on his neck.
Soon enough you were both feeling close, only to have been interrupted by Gerard. “So this is what you guys get up to after shows?” Gerard questioned, both of you still now that you’d been caught. “Thought it was suspicious that i couldn’t find either of you.” He finished, walking in and closing the door behind him, making sure to lock it. You and frank were now sitting beside each other, not daring to look up at Gerard. “M’sorry gee, but we just-“ you started, only to be cut off by Gerard. “Just what? Just couldn’t wait? Or even ask me first?” Gerard mocked, walking over to drag a chair in front of you both.
You both stayed silent at this, knowing you were both in the wrong. “Well? What are you sitting there for? Take the rest of your clothes off.” Gerard demanded, before watching you both scramble to get them off. You both sat there exposed for each other to see. However Gerard was still fully dressed. “Well since you both wanted to cum so bad, Frank, use your mouth to get them off.” Frank perked up as this, moving in between your legs.
Not only was frank skilled with his hands, he was very skilled with his mouth. He made sure to do his best getting you close before a simple “Stop.” Was heard from where Gerard was sitting. You let out a whine at this. “Shut up, you wanna act like a dog in heat, im gonna treat you like a dog in heat, you do as i say.” Gerard said, standing up and taking his clothes off. Frank had moved from his place between your legs to his spot beside you once again in that time. You and Frank both stared impatiently at Gerard as be seemed to be taking ages.
After Gerard finally got his clothes off, you and frank were basically squirming. “Gee..” you whined, you felt as if you were gonna burst. Gerard only shot you a look that shut you up immediately. “Frank, you’re in the middle this time.” Gerard demanded, slightly relieved, you know how overstimulating it can be in the middle. Positioning yourself on your back, you waited for frank to get in his place sinking himself inside of you making the both of you whimper.
Gerard was last, quickly thrusting inside of Frank. All of you moaned at that, the force of his thrust making frank sink deeper into you. after a while Gerard found his pace, influencing Franks. As Gerard got faster frank was struggling to keep it together. The feeling of you around him and Gerard inside of him was driving him insane. “Oh my fuck- god slow down please!” Frank moaned shoving his face into your neck. You bucked your hips into him causing him to let out a strangled noise and move his face back up. He pulled you into a kiss, swallowing your moans and whines. “Feel good?” Gerard asked, thrusting particularly hard that time; pulling a moan out of all of you.
After at least 10 minutes you were sure Frank was completely braindead by now. Only things he would utter were incoherent moans and strangled whines. He surprisingly kept his pace, keeping up with Gerard like it was hardwired into him. You were sure you’d have a bunch of hickeys after you guys were done the way frank was sucking into your neck in an attempt to muffle his moans. Same with Frank, you and Gerard were abusing his neck with hickeys. Frank squeezed your hand as Gerard angled himself making Frank groan and lift his head up from its resting place on your neck.
You were sure Gerard was being cruel on purpose, as he had this shit eating grin that would sometimes appear if he fucked with frank specifically. You knew frank wasnt gonna last long and you weren’t either, his hips kept faltering and he continued to let strangled nosies out into your neck. You were saved by Gerard letting you know that he was gonna cum soon, otherwise you knew he was gonna overstimulate the both of you until he came.
Not even a minute later, frank released inside of you, soon being affected by overstimulation. You came after him and then Gerard. All of you letting out labored breaths, sitting in a comfortable silence while you recovered. You knew Ray and Mikey were probably looking for them by now, seeing as they had to go back to the bus. After you guys recovered enough that you wouldnt fall on your face, you went to put your clothes back on before throwing them theirs.
“C’mon we gotta go, Mikey and Ray are probably looking for you guys by now.” You muttered, putting your shoes on. After getting dressed and making sure nobody was around the dressing room you guys made your way back to the guy’s tour bus, only to be met with Mikey and Ray. “You guys look like shit.” Ray teased from his spot on the couch of the tour van. “Aw gross.” Mikey complained.
#frank iero x reader#frank iero x reader smut#mcr x reader#mcr x reader smut#gerard way x reader#gerard way x reader smut
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i luv ur dr art recently @_@ if you don't mind me askin who are ur fav dr characters design wise (not personality/story?)
LOVE when people ask me stuff like this yes - i'd gladly <3
Only included DR, SDR2, NDRV3 - we'd be here forever if it was the entire franchise. Also only accounting for their ingame default outfits
The placements on each tier is deliberate, the closer the character is to the top of that tier, the higher they are. I judge them by:
>Prominence of the Talent, its practicality
>Relevance to the character's identity/personality
>Colour and aesthetics :]
[ramblings undercut]
[S-TIERS]
Like Gundham for example is an S-Tier design as it ticks all above boxes whilst still in a school uniform. The Four Dark Devas are important to the design, they go with him everywhere and the 5 of them are a UNIT which shows his strong connection with animals. I love the bandages and the eye-scar as it has a double meaning that indicates yes he works with animals (they can be rowdy), but as a character Gundham builds onto this detail using these scars to create this dark angsty facade. Aesthetic-wise by his hair he has a unique character silhouette, and I like how his purple is made the focal point by the blacks and whites of his uniform... both reinforcing the villain-facade and highlighting the importance of the Four Dark Devas.
Similar reasonings for the other Top 2 of Souda and Miu this time toppled with the strong yellows and pinks in their design. It's eye-catching and easily conveys what their talent is. (I really wish they kept Miu's promo-art backpack into her regular sprites, imagine her emoting with 4 arms isn't that awesome >:] )
Honorable mention to Impostor (Twogami) as well. While the regular Togami design is... mid. I really appreciate how contrasting Impostor's colours and accessories are down to the necktie and poses! Like yes they are impersonating Togami, but their values and personality as a person are not the same. The deception of Togami's dark clothing vs honest white suit of the Impostor's. Impostor fucking CLEARS regular togami any day on all accounts I will die on that hill.
[GOOD CHARACTER DESIGN]
A lot of the talent indications on this tier are more subtle in compare to S-tier but they get the job done and they do it in a pleasing way (I like the colour palettes on Chiaki, Mikan and Ibuki for example). Like I loveeee Sonia's uniform especially for it's simplicity. And yet the design still alludes to the Princess talent by elegance in the bow, the brooch, her crowned braid and how the shape of her skirt resembles that of a puffy princess gown. I also think the reds in the design like Snow White are a cute touch!
To me, Sonia should be the standard in what a Danganronpa design SHOULD be in accordance to detail.
[BAD CHARACTER DESIGN]
[ie the Green and Blue tiers]
Reasoning why I put them here mainly because of wasted potential, either too basic (in a sense it doesn't tell much about that character) or not practical in any way for their talent... I HATE Ryoma's stripe leggings ik he went to prison but the execution of the concept looks awful.
And I hate Akane's and Sakura's outfits particularly cuz you KNOW why they made those skirts so short and I hate that. We could have gotten awesome gymnast of martial artist outfits but no......
I added Kiibo in that bottom tier because structurally even as a robot he is a visual nightmare if you're an artist trying to draw him. Especially when most of his suit is different shades of black and complicated chest cavity. And I despise the way that it looks like these robo-plates are attached on top of what looks like fabric long sleeves and pants as if the designer was too scared to fully commit to him being a robot. He is NOT 3D-optimised and he is NOT animator-friendly I'd throw up if I ever had to deal with him.
#ask stufff#stufff rambles#danganronpa#dr#sdr2#ndrv3#this is so unnecessarily long idc i love talking about design details i will have this#i was gonna start COLOURPICKING... and ANNOTATING dude shits serioussss
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