#yes i went off on a tangent and NO I WILL NOT BE APOLOGIZING FOR MY OT3 FEELS
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hii i really like your writing!! <33 i was wondering if we could get something for y/n asking their turt to be their valentine? i was gonna ask for bayverse but i saw your rules said you were most confident with writing 2003 so whatever you like best! take as much time as you need!! <333333 p.s. heres a cookie *cookie*
Hi lovely! We're all cool pretending it's still Valentine's, right? Awesome.
I chose Bayverse for now, but plan to do the 03 guys soon! I took the friends-to-lovers route here, I hope you enjoy.
(As always, set post-movies!)
So you want to ask a turtle out.
Don's an observant guy, so it's not that he's completely shocked that you like him. But to have that suspicion, quiet and dangerous in the back of his mind, confirmed? To have you ask him directly? He's mystified. It's one thing to think he might have a chance, but it's another thing altogether to have a chance handed to him on a silver platter.
So when you catch him in between tasks and offer him a box of chocolates- a brand April had brought down one time and he had mentioned really enjoying and you had somehow remembered, because apparently he wasn't the only observant one here- and smile at him, warm and fond and visibly nervous, he's left blinking at you. Then, apparently taking his pause as a lack of understanding- or just trying to fill the silence, he couldn't be sure- you speak.
"Would you be my Valentine?"
And he's gone. Don.EXE has stopped working, would you like to restart? It's like static in his mind for a beat, two, and suddenly he's nodding quickly and a smile is growing on his face and "Yeah! Yeah, of course- yes. I'd love to."
He shares the chocolate with you, and on his, like, seventh piece, he finally works up the nerve to ask you if you meant "Valentine" like romantically, and your laugh is good-natured enough that he can't even bother to be embarrassed.
"Like romantically, yeah."
"Cool, cool. I thought so, but it's not actually an exclusively romantic term and- interestingly enough there seems to be a rise in platonic usage, I was just reading an article about it the other day-"
He goes on for several minutes. You listen patiently, and right as he's about to apologize for the tangent you ask him a question and he's grinning like an idiot and launching into an answer and it's officially the best Valentine's Day ever, and he's already plotting ways to get you back for it.
Leonardo is, honestly, a little irritated. Not because you asked! No, no, he's elated- ecstatic- about that. He's so happy he doesn't know what do with it all.
But you beat him to it, and that's... it's a little frustrating. The turtle was slow, and he's not the biggest fan of the irony.
He had a plan. He had a whole plan- he finally worked up the nerve to tell you he cared for you (he wasn't willing to say the L word just yet, but he did love you, and it was getting to be too much to ignore), he'd convinced April to get him your favorite chocolate (he'd gathered intel from your "secret" stash at your place, where you kept the good stuff out of Mikey's hands. He had been very stealthy and was more than a little proud of himself and a lot in debt to April- he'd be watching her favorite awful TV shows with her for months), and he'd written you a short poem (and edited, and scrapped, and rewritten said poem) and tied it to the heart-shaped box of sweet goodness with a blue ribbon.
He'd proceeded to convince himself that was a little too much, and swapped the blue for silver.
Leo had rehearsed exactly what he'd say. He knew when he'd do it, where his brothers would be (well out of the way, with a clear unspoken threat of extra patrol and training if they went off-plan), and what he would eat for dinner beforehand so that he had the absolute smallest possible chance of his nerves hijacking his stomach.
And then you show up with forget-me-nots and gardenias tied up in blue ribbon, which. First of all, that explains why you wanted to borrow his book on flower language a few weeks back. Secondly, the message of secret love, true love, respect, and shared history, all tied up in his color? It nearly kills him.
"Leo, would you do me the honor of being my Valentine?"
"Stay right here," He says firmly, dashing off to his bed before he could process your owlish blink. He pulls the chocolate box out from underneath it and rushes back, smiling sheepishly at the way your concern immediately melts into fond amusement. "Only if you'll be mine."
"Deal," You laugh, trading him the fragrant bouquet for the heart-shaped box, and he busies himself with inspecting and smelling the flowers while you read his poem.
At the end of the day, he earns himself a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a Valentine, so maybe you asking wasn't really the issue he thought it was.
Mikey beats you to asking.
He asks you a week ahead of time, and it's a real splashy affair- he goes all out, pestering April into helping him get all kinds of candy and a big, orange stuffed bear with a heart in its little paws and a pink basket big enough for all of it. He begs his brothers and father to give him the living room of the lair for the evening, and even agrees to do Raph's chores for a week and a half in exchange. He sets the basket up on the couch, tries out about three hundred different combinations of the million lights littering the lair to create the perfect "romantic and intimate but not too suggestive but not too dark but not too bright" ambience, and absolutely agonizes over the playlist of easy, romantic R&B.
He's the one to greet you at the metaphorical front door of the lair and guide you into the living room, and when you look at him quizzically- and hopefully, he notes with delight- he takes your hands and a deep breath.
"Angel, would you be my Valentine?"
"Dammit, Mikey..." You grumble, and if it weren't for the grin you were biting back and the way you were squeezing his hands like you never wanted to let go, he'd be pretty damn scared right about now. "I was gonna ask you. I had a whole plan."
"You can still ask me later, gorgeous," He says with a big grin of his own. "I'll totally act surprised."
"How kind."
"That's me. Now, uh, you're kinda leavin' me hangin', here."
"I'll happily be your Valentine, Mikey."
Raph was not going to ask. He did not see this coming, did not see your feelings, did not think twice about his plan to spend Valentine's Day like he always did: with extra-buttery popcorn and rom-coms.
His plan was to basically not think about how you'd probably be spending it with someone, happy and laughing and smiling.
No, you hadn't mentioned having plans. No, you'd never mentioned a significant other- or even a love interest. No, neither of those things stopped him from assuming.
So when you waltzed into his space with a knock at the entryway and a big ol' grin, he was preparing himself for a whole ooey-gooey story about whoever had swept you off your feet. Preparing himself to act like that didn't eat him alive.
And apparently the lucky bastard had gotten you flowers, which was not helping.
"Hey, Big Red," You say fondly, leaning against the wall and fiddling with a flower stem and looking like a daydream, and his heart did something funny in his chest. "You busy?"
"Why, wanna gloat about your night?" He asks, fighting to keep his tone in the realm of playful and away from anything bitter and yearning.
"Was hoping to ask you a question, actually."
He hums a question of his own, now thoroughly confused.
"Would you be my Valentine?" You ask, holding the flowers out sweetly.
He, in a brilliant moment of zero filter, says "What the fuck?" and your smile drops the smallest bit and he very seriously considers tossing himself off of the Chrysler building.
You open your mouth, and he launches himself out of bed before you can get a word out, gently pulling the flowers out of your hand.
"Why?" He asks gruffly, very clearly avoiding your gaze as he studies a delicate petal.
"...Because I... have feelings for you?" You half admit, half ask, sounding as confused as he felt and staring at him with wide eyes. "If I've read this wrong-"
"No." He forces- forces- himself to look you in the eye, which lasts all of about a second before he's counting it as a win and looking back at the flowers. "But I'm not sure it's somethin' you should read."
"I'm not sure I asked that."
And he can't argue with that, because he knows the tone in your voice, knows he'd be better off arguing with the wall. But he can question it, because.... well, for a lot of reasons.
He should ask a lot of questions. Like "why?" and "did you hit your head?" and "is this a prank or somethin'?", but all that comes out is "Me?"
It makes you smile for some reason, and you step forward a little and duck into his line of sight and meet his eyes with about three and a half times the sincerity he could handle. "Who else?" You ask simply.
He has about a dozen retorts to that, but with you holding his gaze and heart hostage, he just nods. "Okay."
#*writing#*headcanons#donatello x reader#leonardo x reader#raphael x reader#michelangelo x reader#donatello#leonardo#michelangelo#raphael#tmnt 2016 x reader#tmnt 2014 x reader#tmnt imagine#tmnt x reader#imagines#headcanons#bayverse x reader#2014#x reader
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we need more fresh-out-of-the-pit aurora. i see so much newly summoned phantom and about how he's left out and confused and just wants to please his packmates and like YES absolutely but what about rory?!?!??! (under the cut because i went on a tangent)
first of all - her summon !!
phantom and aurora being bonded summon buddies means everything to me so yes they got summoned together in the same circle no i won't take criticism yes they're in love in every way possible
rory refuses to look at anyone but phantom for the first few days, no one can even get a good look at her face. the girls take her on the tour of their part of the den and all that but she looks at the ground the whole time and escapes to her room until phantom is done getting the tour and they hide together. she only wears his clothes (aka swiss' old clothes but she doesn't know that yet) for ages and they'll venture out together to get food and maybe explore their new environment a bit but apart from that you don't see them.
but then how about a bit after her summon when she gets more used to things? what about her being so tiny? in the pit it had its positives but topside? she's still getting used to everything being so big. she has no concept of fashion or hair or makeup so when she sees cumulus and her beautiful white curls she decides i want to do that! and lus ends up having to brush out all the knots she made for an hour. or how about this - she's absolutely TERRIFIED of the older ghouls. aether and omega? she is kind of used to. zeyphr? not yet. alpha? absolutely not. after only knowing of her own small multi ghoul size and her pale pink complexion her whole life in the pit, how do u expect her to react to the massive, grey skinned fire ghoul? that's a trick question, she won't deal with him. she disappears into thin air (she's half air ghoul!!!!) everytime she sees him.
but that's just the silly stuff, what about the angst???
seeing how close cirrus and cumulus are and desperately wanting to impress them, but overdoing it and embarassing herself so she doesn't talk to anyone but phantom for a week and the girls are so upset that she's back to square one?
or during that week - not being able to talk to phantom as much as she's like because aether has him practicing so much and she's still slightly intimidated by the older ghoul so she doesnt wanna annoy him by stealing away his student so she seeks out mist - the solitary ghoulette who only really hangs out by the shore occasionally - but mist wasn't even aware there was a new ghoulette so she freaks out at the sight of rory and rorys left all alone with no clue how to make friends
or her returning back to the abbey hours later when everyone was stressing about where the fuck the tiny ghoulette disappeared to and turns out she got lost in the forest trying to find flowers for the girls as an apology because she saw mountain give them bouquets and she's covered in scratches and mud and bug bites and her hair is full of leaves and sticks and she's sobbing her eyes out and phantom runs over to her and won't let anyone near her for the whole evening and snaps at anyone who comes too close
but eventually aether gets them both to calm down and the girls bring aurora into their part of the den and clean her off (with phantom there watching over her the whole time because he's not that calm yet) and tell her she doesn't have to impress them and put cream on all her bites and braid her hair and tell her how pretty she is and how they're so happy she's here and eventually swiss pulls phantom away to talk to him about not trying to murder his packmates over aurora because none of them are going to hurt her (phantom saw aurora being upset because she got lost looking for stuff for the girls and immediately thought they did it on purpose) and when he leaves the girls make a big pile of pillows and blankets and lay her down and let her get all her feelings out
and she's on her side and cirrus is at her back and cumulus at her front and sunny at her feet and they're all whispering sweet nothings to her as she cries silently at how comforting it all feels and falls asleep to lus humming a tune and wakes up and the whole pack sit down in the morning to talk it all through 💕💕💕💕
oh yes and she definitely saw cirrus eating salad one day and then mountain took her to the flower field just beyond the greenhouse and turned away for 2 seconds and she started trying to eat all the flowers because she thought that's what cirrus' salad was made out of
#aurora ghoulette#aurora ghost#phantom ghoul#phantom ghost#nameless ghoulettes#ghost ghoulettes#ghoul headcanons#ghost bc#first time posting a long headcanon I'm scared
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I fucking hate mcsm btw (lying)
hey guys so I thought a bit too hard and I was thinking about how I would rewrite the story. one of my gripes specifically being with how they handled lukas and axel’s relationship. I went on a really long tangent on how I would’ve fixed it and I’ll paste it under the cut. (WARNING: IT’S A REALLY LONG RANT.)
so, I didn’t really like how they treated their dynamic. axel was so concerned for petra—and that’s understandable, considering she’s a friend—but they never gave a reason as to why axel SPECIFICALLY was worried so much, which caused him to lash out more. therefore, resulting in him mad at lukas for getting scared, along with the fact that he was the leader of the ocelots, yatta yatta etc. etc.
but my main point is: their mutual disdain for each other not only felt forced, but artificial. it felt so unreasonable, with axel shoving lukas around for seemingly no reason at times. not only that, but axel was just generally an asshole of a character. I get having someone joke around a little rudely if it’s all jokes and you know that—my friend group and I are like that all the time. but there’s a fine line between crude humor and outright bullying your “friends” or allies. not to mention he was just a frustrating character. “but… finders keepers!” when EVERYONE is in danger and he just refuses to give up the thing that would stop the witherstorm? a dick move.
and apologies, but lukas felt a little TOO nice at times in the first one or two episodes. yes, he’s generally a nice guy. and yes, he’s had some moments of getting frustrated or prickly. but considering that he was rivals with this group for so long, admitted that he didn’t really think highly of them for a while, AND petra herself called him arrogant? you can’t blame me for thinking that he was a bit too kind, even if he was trying to stay on good terms with everyone while the world was seemingly ending. yeah, he was awkward. and no, I don’t think he should’ve been outwardly hostile. but I don’t think he should’ve been quite as friendly as he was.
they should both have little quirks and flaws, but they should also both be lovable characters in their OWN ways. this is honestly how I would’ve written it:
it would’ve been better to make axel really stand off-ish because he doesn’t know how to really act around someone who was once “bad” in his eyes, but is now suddenly “good.” especially when the change is so sudden. distrusting, awkward, unpleasant interactions would feel much more natural rather than downright antagonizing lukas at every turn.
axel is really awkward and is a little distrustful of him because of so many factors, but maybe lukas interprets that as aloofness and detachment. lukas tries not to really disrupt conversations because he feels as though he’s intruding, but axel perhaps interprets that as arrogance and conceit. miscommunication, misinterpretation—these are much more natural ways of having animosity grow between two parties.
and hey, even better! this could allow you to have a choice ACTUALLY make a difference TELLTALE GAMES. (the company infamous for having choices in games that don’t Actually matter!)
maybe if you have axel stay behind with lukas to fortify the temple while also getting magnus, MAYBE you can see them actually visibly get along better! even if axel went off on his own to get magnus—which was him straying from the plan—maybe they agreed and decided it was for the better to get the order together again rather than just a few members. maybe you can see them having similar ideas, talking more, etc. etc.
and on the other hand, if you go with axel for magnus and choose olivia to stay, maybe axel feels a little more bitter towards lukas since olivia went off to get ellagaard. he feels bitter since he just let her go instead of convincing her to just STAY and wait for petra like the original plan was (even though he knows he would’ve broken that himself to go out for magnus, but moral highgrounds and such.)
yeah, sure. it’ll end in you getting both members of the order anyway. that won’t change. BUT, it still affects the characters! it fleshes out the characters more. makes them both have perks AND flaws! it HUMANIZES them, makes them more realistic.
and MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, if the conflict between them builds up enough, you might have to choose one side or the other at some point in the story! there could be several decisions that alter their relationship and how they function!
one of your lifelong best friends who has ADMITTED that you’re one of his only friends, and you can tell he cares about everyone there (even if not entirely obvious,) or a friend that, while you once bickered a ton with in the past, is now genuinely making an effort to change and care and seems generally more agreeable now?
they both love you and your friends, undoubtedly, but they’re too bitter to be around one another. there isn’t enough room for the both of them. one has to go, jesse. so, who’ll it be?
in fact, maybe there’s a scene where lukas and axel are in danger. in the ellagaard route (followed by more good decision making,) one actually saves the other from said situation and everyone lives. in the magnus route (followed by more bad decision making,) they both intentionally sabotage each other and you have to choose to save ONE. either that, or it’s as originally said, where there’s a story-changing fight and you have to choose one or the other.
this is a minor thing but I could not stop thinking about it. but oh well them’s the breaks pal /ref
#minecraft#minecraft story mode#mcsm#mcsm fanart#mcsm lukas#mcsm axel#mcsm art#I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE RANTING ABOUT THIS GAME AND ALL THE PROBLEMS IN IT#announcer’s announcements (drawings)#announcer’s announcements (rambles)
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It's not a request, more of a question hehehe. if the reader gets Pickle's attention, will the Hanma family handle it to protect their "little sister"? The huge caveman always appears and disappears unexpectedly, it's not hard for him to steal a person. Especially when he sees the small prey surrounded by three strong men
(I kind of went on a tangent with this and I have no idea if it even makes sense, so I apologize for the word vomit ell oh ell.)
If you thought Baki and Jack were suffocating before, you are in for a rude awakening as soon as Pickle enters the scene. The moment they get any inkling that Pickle has taken notice of you they become COMPLETELY overbearing in your life. I’m talking they won't even let you go to the bathroom by yourself, let alone wander off without having one of them attached to your hip. You’re under constant surveillance, Jack and Baki taking turns watching you in shifts when they both can't be with you.
They do all they can to block you from any media coverage Pickle is getting, even if that’s ultimately a losing battle. They know you are aware of him, and you are bound to see him in the news and hear about him on the street, but the less interest and knowledge you have about the man the better. It’s hard keeping you in the dark, especially when they themselves have taken an interest in him. Jack and Baki are itching to take Pickle on, while simultaneously wanting him to stay as far away from their beloved sister as possible.
The brothers do feel slightly guilty over the whole Pickle situation-the whole reason he even knows of your existence to begin with is because of them. You most likely only ever saw Pickle once, and it was when you were with your brothers in Kourakuen. It was just in passing, but they haven’t forgotten the look of sheer awe in your eyes as you took in the prehistoric man before you. You were at a safe distance of course, and sheltered behind your brothers in the event he tried to come any closer. You had to peek through limbs and stand on tip toes to get a good glimpse, and were extremely grumpy when Jack and Baki whisked you away in a hurry. You didn’t even get to wave hello. :(
Honestly, you thought Pickle was a little cute. Intimidating, yes, but the flabbergasted look that spread across his face as he took in this new world around him, mixed with the childlike glee that lit his features when he uncovered something new or exciting… You couldn’t help but find it a little endearing.
However the brothers knew from the moment Pickle saw you, they were in trouble. That toothy grin mixed with the inquisitive gleam his eyes held as they locked on to your every movement held only impure intentions. They got you out of there as quickly as they could, but the warning glances they cast Pickle on the way out seemed to excite him more than dissuade.
At first you found it a little silly, all the effort your brothers were putting into this seemed like a waste of time more than anything. After that first brief meeting with Pickle you really couldn’t fathom a moment where you would ever again be in his presence, let alone have him be a threat to you. If anything, you were more concerned about what someone like that would do to one of your brothers if they ever got in a serious fight. You were well aware that both men were actively pursuing an altercation with Pickle, and it made you cringe thinking the sheer amount of violence they were willing and eager to inflict upon each other. It was hard for you to wrap your head around. Pickle seemed almost… Pure? What joy they found in beating on someone like that, you couldn’t understand.
Regardless, you figure they just need some time to see how ridiculous they were being, and as time passes so will their irrational fear of Pickle getting to you.
What YOU don’t realize is that even though your encounter with Pickle was brief, he is VERY much interested in you. There was no courting in his time line, base instincts taking precedence. What he wanted he would claim by any means necessary. He is intrigued by you, a feeling of insatiable curiosity pulling him towards you. You were so tiny, yet guarded by such fierce beasts. He wanted to see you again, wanted to get his hands on you. He needed to know just what about you made you so desirable, not just to him, but to the others as well. You were new, you were mysterious, you were confusing and beautiful and you smelled so nice… If he got the chance, he would definitely steal you away and spend time alone with you, giving you his undivided attention and taking as much time as needed to unravel your mysteries and make you his mate.
Your flippant attitude towards Pickle, mixed with the awareness Pickle has taken a liking to you only serves to make the brothers more domineering. Don't you understand how much danger you are in? The brothers kept this particular broadcast from you, but they saw what Pickle did to that news reporter woman on national television and they'll be damned if you become his next source of release. They’re not leaving your side until he’s out of the picture entirely, no matter how long it takes.
As for Yujiro, I feel like overall he just likes seeing you in different, compromising situations. He takes great pleasure in seeing you squirm-watching with unparalleled interest as you time and time again get yourself into messy affairs, often without even realizing you are doing it. It’s truly incredible that you don’t realize the threat Pickle poses to you, and he can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. You must be blind, because it only took one look for Yujiro to ascertain Pickles intentions, and that his advances were not something you would walk away from unscathed.
Yujiro knows he can stop it in a moment. He was definitely stronger than Pickle and much smarter too. Yujiro’s presence alone would be enough to dissuade Pickle from ever looking your way again, taking only a small exertion of his power to stop him dead in his tracks and get him fleeing with his tail between his legs. But there was something about the way you were so nonchalant about Pickle that kept him from intervening. It was almost as if you were toying with him, tempting him with your big doe eyes and clueless nature. Did you feel comfortable around Pickle because you knew if necessary, daddy would save you? Surely he wouldn’t let his little Princess be ravaged by this big scary Neanderthal, right?
Don’t worry, Yujiro won’t let Pickle destroy one of his favorite toys, but he’s also not gonna play knight in shining armor unless the reward is worth it. So go ahead and play dumb, writhe and cry out for help when you inevitably get trapped in Pickles embrace. When Yujiro rips your quaking form from the cave mans grasp, and you fall into his open arms sobbing, hurt, and half naked, he expects you to show him nothing but the utmost appreciation. That is unless you prefer him watching as Pickle has a few rounds with you. Would you like that, having your father’s unwavering gaze drink in every inch of your debauched form as you are taken like a wild animal? Yujiro didn’t hate the thought of it, monitoring the situation while he smiled down on you devilishly, your face constricting in a mix of pain, fear, and pleasure as another man had his way with you.
Whatever you want princess, just don’t wear yourself out before he gets a turn.
#in short: you are up for a hell of a wild ride :)#Jack and Baki are ready to throw hands the moment Pickle so much as ever breaths in your direction#Yujiro is like lol lets see how she handles this one >:)#and Pickle is just like... I want her :)#thank you for this ask it was very fun!#baki imagines#mothwingswritings
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quinn x oona | how they met pt. 1! 🚙🌃✨
author's note: this is like kinda how they met??? like when they first saw each other, but they haven't learned each other's names yet, you know???? anyways hope u enjoy their little universe! send in asks for this au!
Who has a party at 2:56 AM on a Tuesday in the middle of February? Stupid ass people, that’s who, and Oona was ready to blast a hole through the wall that connected her living room to the apartment beside it. Honest to God, the only thing that was stopping her from going full-on Hulk on that piece of thin fiber cement was, well, the landlord and her roommate, Grace Castellan (Gracie to everyone who knows her, and ‘that one talkative white girl’ to everyone who didn’t).
Oona met Gracie in her first year at NYU. They were in their Intro to Theatre Studies class when Gracie talked up the ear of anyone in a 10-mile radius of her, and the only person who didn’t mind and actually enjoyed Gracie’s endless tangent of how blackholes are somehow exactly like the Kardashians’ reality show, was Oona. They sat next to each other for the rest of the semester, and once they graduated college, they decided to move back to their home city of Vancouver, Canada where, coincidentally, they both were from, using this time to audition for roles and hopefully land themselves a part that will guarantee them a ticket to Hollywood, or at least a ticket back to New York (rent is hard to manage there when you’re living off of small commercial roles and hand modeling gigs).
As Oona sat on her living room couch, a snoring Gracie and her long pajama-covered (they have unicorns on them) legs were limp across Oona as she tried to push her tired limbs off and slip towards the door without making a peep. But, much to Oona’s sheer luck (she isn’t a very lucky girl), a peep was made and there Gracie was, sitting up in so much alarm you would think that an intruder just busted through the door and screamed at her to put her hands up.
“I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING! OONA HAS MONEY STORED IN HER UNDERWEAR DRAWER! PLEASE DON’T KILL US!” Gracie screamed, still half-asleep and disoriented.
Oona groaned, lightly slapping Gracie’s cheek. “No one’s here, you psycho. I’m just getting up to go somewhere.”
Gracie peeled her eyes open, brushing her messy hair with the tips of her pink-and-white-painted fingernails. “Where are you going at,” she took a moment to check the Apple watch on her wrist. “2:56 AM?”
Oona walked closer to the door, slipping on a pair of Uggs and tying her hair into a messy bun, pulling out strands to frame her face correctly. “Do you not hear that? They’re louder than your brother was at that time we went to the mall and he was screaming at you to buy him that ugly RC car.”
Gracie shivered. “I’ve gotten a lot of weird looks in my lifetime, but those 40 year old women in the toy aisle of Sears? I still get chills.”
“See? Now I’m going to go over there and make them wish they never even moved here.”
Gracie rolled her eyes. “No way. The last time you said something like that, you ended up being the one apologizing. You’re the biggest pushover I have ever met.”
Oona scoffed. “Am not! I just—”
“Want everyone to like you,” Gracie interrupted. She was right. Gracie was always right when it came to Oona, but Oona would never admit that. She was a people pleaser, but who was that hurting? If she said yes to everything and if she was nice to everyone, then no one was sad and no one got what they didn’t want. Well, except for Oona.
Sighing, she said, “I’m just gonna go talk to them. Maybe they’ll come to their senses.”
Gracie laughed, tilting her head back slightly. “Yeah, right. I saw them on the elevator last week; they’re hockey douchebags to the max.”
“They can’t be that bad.”
“They’re having a party at almost 3 AM, if you combined every player on that team, they would probably make up one brain cell, and I can smell the beer from here, but yeah, sure they’re great people.”
“Fine, fine,” Oona huffed. “But I’m still gonna talk to them. Maybe they’ll change,” she smiled, a too optimistic smile for a dire-looking situation. Because who ever heard of a hockey player changing his ways? No one, that’s who.
Opening the door, Oona walked the small five steps over to the neighboring apartment. She knocked once, twice, three times, even. Nothing. The blaring music must’ve drowned out her pounding knocks. Just as she was about to go in for a fourth, the door opened and her body quickly went with it.
“Woah there,” a voice echoed through her ears, holding her body up as his hands softly gripped her arms. She stumbled back, landing on her two feet and managing to stay vertical despite the embarrassment rushing through her cheeks and the small little voice in her brain telling her to get the hell out of there immediately.
The man standing in front of her was tall, taller than anyone she knew, and he had short blonde hair and the clearest green eyes she had ever seen. He had an accent that she wasn’t too familiar with. German maybe? Or possibly Swedish?
“Um, do you live here?” she asked, tapping her nails against the metal frame of the door. And looking beyond the tall Swedish man, she could tell that it wasn’t much of a party, but a hangout. More tall men were lingering in the living room, beers in hand and potato chips spilled on every counter. On the center island in the kitchen lay an abandoned plate of celery and carrots, most likely a tribute to their strict hockey diets that apparently no one was following.
He shook his head.
“Okay,” she talked slowly. “Um, do you know who lives here?”
“Yep.”
Breathing deeply, Oona tapped her fingers a bit harsher against the doorframe, still maintaining a gentle smile on her (now) slightly red face. “Can you bring them here? I need to talk to…whoever it is.”
Nodding, he turned around, cupping his mouth with his large hands and yelling, “Huggy!” before waving him over to where they stood at the entryway.
Huggy? Oona chuckled at the nickname. Who nicknames a ferocious hockey player Huggy?
But as the shorter boy moved through, somehow, still energetic bodies and met the two at the door, Oona felt something crawl around her stomach and make the fading red of her cheeks come back in harsher hues. His hair was a chestnut color and it looked soft and smooth, like you could run your hands through it a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough. He wore a gray hoodie and black jeans, his hands in his pockets as he smiled politely at the blushing girl.
“Can I help you?”
Her mouth ran dry as she licked her lips. She tucked the thin strands of black hair behind her ear and proceeded (or tried to proceed). “It’s 3 AM and I’m trying to sleep,” Oona said, hoping he would take the hint and quiet down a bit.
He scoffed, smirking with his cute lips and his cute hair and his cute gray hoodie that looks so soft you just want to wrap your cold body in it. And it probably smells good, too. It probably smells like his scent in the mornings, woodsy yet fresh like white linen sheets and candles that would make you think he has a woman living with him, but nope. That’s just him. But Oona’s just guessing. Not to make things weird or anything. She’s totally not dreaming about what her handsome neighbor’s hoodie smells like because that would be weird—haha. Totally weird.
He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over themselves, and while he wasn’t as tall as the man that initially opened the door, he made Oona feel just as small. His smile was infectious, but not in a big ‘bring it in, let’s hug way,’ but in a more sultry way. Like you can feel a rollercoaster rumbling in your stomach despite him not saying a single word.
“Are you?” he asked.
She laughed at that because there was no way that he was serious. It didn’t even sound like a question, God it sounded like…like flirting? But that wasn’t even the bizarre thing, no the bizarre thing was that somehow made Oona 10 times angrier. Why was he flirting with her? Does he think that she’ll just fall into his trap and let it all slide? Does he think that she’s just a stupid girl that he can get to do anything he says? Because that’s not Oona Hashimoto. Not in the slightest. And if he wants to play that game, then fine.
Let’s play that game.
She stepped closer, her hand landing on his bicep as he stuttered for a moment. Like he was on high alert all of a sudden. His eyes wandered down to her hand, and then he relaxed because she was falling right into the palm of his hand, so he thought. She raised her head, staring him right in his deep green eyes. She pouted a bit, changing her whole demeanor. Because they’re playing the same game here. It’s just a matter of who will crack first.
“Please?” she asked, gazing up at him with brown doe eyes. “I won’t say a word after tonight. Just do this one thing? Please?”
He sighed, straightening up and causing her hand to fall off his bicep. “As much as I’d love to do that,” he grinned. “I don’t want to.”
Her brows furrowed, her doe eyes turning into burning rage, and lips turning from a pout to a pissed off frown. “What do you mean you ‘don’t want to?’”
He shrugged. “Exactly that. Goodnight,” he smiled before placing his hand on the door and slowly shutting it before Oona held it open, scoffing.
“No, you don’t get to be an asshole and then just shut the door on me. All I’m asking is for you to just turn down the music!”
“Yeah, well it sounds like the person being loud is you,” he pointed. Bending down to Oona’s level, he whispered, “You’re shouting.”
“You are insufferable, you know that?”
“Yeah, you said it a couple of times. Can I go now or do you want to keep going?”
Oona crossed her arms, fury burning through her veins as she watched him smile as if he did nothing wrong. As if he was enjoying this. “Go to hell.”
“See ya there, neighbor.”
#quinn x oona au! ★#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes imagines#vancouver canucks
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Finally got to see last night's episode.
-Pete and Hetty laughing at Carol. 🤣🤣
-How does Issac "have" money. I'm sure the check was made out to ONLY Sam. And she put it in HER account. No way did she open a bank account in Issac's name. So how can he "claim" it's his? I'm totally with Jay on this. Issac can't LITERALLY spend it, so how is even ONE CENT his?
-Pete going from no ladies to two BABES. 😁
-Carol shut up.
-No, I'm sorry. Issac and his "demands" are pissing me off. Jay is a bit harsh, but really Issac is being ridiculous.
-Wouldn't the smell go away after a good shower and fresh clothes?
-Oh shit. GO PETE!!!
-Pete and Sass bonding over butterscotch. 🥰
-Jay reading the book and making peace. ♥️ Although giving the center table to the ghosts IS a bit questionable.
-Alberta. 🤨🤣🔥
-Damn I knew I forgot something. Trevor. 👏 Although I question him taking two HOURS, what did Sam and Jay do all that time?
YESSS OMG, I am not always the biggest Hetty fan, but I loved her last night! She was fun and cheering Pete up and it's so good. Especially laughing at the Donut Hole bit! LOVED IT.
I've complained about this SO MUCH. It makes 0 sense for Isaac to have money. First because of the whole book was part of "the deal" to leave Sam alone - since they haven't left alone, really - the money for the book should be her compensation. She did the work for it. And second, again, he's a ghost - he doesn't need money and he shouldn't have any. Sam & Jay already do so much for them without anything in return - especially Jay since he can't even see them - so I thought it was ridiculous.
I love Trevor, but the only reason I was okay with what he did there in the episode was A-it helped them, and B-Jay's been always giving him a hard time, so it makes *sense* that he'd be difficult (or encourage Isaac to be difficult).
Anyway, tangent there.
Pete is a BABE magnet. I would've LOVED if Hetty had gotten in on it, too.
I still can't believe Carol was like "I only know from *soaps*" - bitch, please.
I absolutely agree that Isaac was ridiculous about it and Jay was right and I really enjoy the fact that JAY STOOD UP TO THE GHOSTS.
I don't understand the lingering smell - we've never got that indication before? So it feels weird. It should've faded the same way that Flower's hits fade after a time. Or at least after a shower.
YES, Pete went off! He didn't yell, but he was plain and simple getting things off his chest. And I loved it. Also loved Carol's JAW DROP. It was so good.
How'd a miss bonding over butterscotch with Pete and Sass?
I do love the center table thing, but fuck, Isaac didn't apologize did he? Also, it might be a bit weird. Unless, they go with "Haunted" restaurant/B&B (which is what they should've done from the start), and say it's for the ghosts.
Okay okay - So I'm not sold on if that was his power, if it was a dream sequence, or if that is just a thing he can always do but the hair thing is what turned Alberta on? What do you think?
Also, on that note, it felt very 80s/90s, take glasses off and you're suddenly hot moment.
Lastly, the whole TREVOR TAKES TWO HOURS for a password makes no sense. I'm sorry, he was good enough for it to be VERY obvious that a ghost was typing in the Ghost Trap episode in just a very second videos. It feels like they're taking that back and erasing his - getting better at his power thing and it makes 0 sense. Like let him get better at his power now that he can use it all the time. That would make sense, right?
Anyway, didn't like that bit 'cause it makes no sense.
But overall, I'm very, very invested this season.
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Detecting the Haunted Masterlist
Chapter One
Non Request / Request
@hufflepuff1619 : Hello!! Can I please get a request for Lockwood & Co. The reader is a detective (I been reading lots of mystery books lately lol) and one day, she stumbles into Lockwood while she is trying to solve a crime and his charm doesn’t work on her and one day, he saves her from a ghost. Thank you! Have a good day.
Word Count: 1.9k
Pairing(s): Anthony Lockwood x Detective!Reader
Warnings: a bit of Swearing, Talk of Gore, Blood, Mentions of Death, Mentions of a past M*rder/S*icide (not a lot of detail but still there), and a bit of Angst towards the end.
A/n: AHHH it’s my first Lockwood and co writing! I have plenty more coming too!!! I apologize I kind of rushed the ending but I was too excited to get this out lol. I hope you like this! This is now also going to be a series.
You hated him. You absolutely loathed his smug self who thought he could charm his way out of being in the way of a DEPRAC investigation. Your investigation. He had gone on a tangent of giving you nicknames like you were his significant other and trying to flirt his way out of trouble for the past twenty minutes, wasting your time.
“So you mean to say that you just stumbled your way into a murder scene, which I might add is trespassing at the minimum, and that was a crime scene with literal yellow tape all over.”
“Yes, That’s exactly what I'm saying. And The death glow in there is brighter than the golden radiance you give off, Love.”
Your face was hot from fuming over the idiot that was Anthony bloody Lockwood.
“You do know, Mr. Lockwood, that although hired from an independent source, this is a DEPRAC case. And it is my case. And in this case, you’ve probably contaminated all the evidence now for us. Now you need to tell me who hired you?”
“Unfortunately I can’t say. Client privilege with our agency. I can tell you they're afraid of whoever was out there trying to get them and by the looks of it’s not only the body here, there’s definitely a haunting. Yes, the body may be a part of your investigation, but my Team was hired for the other problem in this house.” he says as smoothly as a snake.
“Well then perhaps you should be arrested for withholding information.”
He thinks for a moment, “Let's strike a deal. If we get to clear the house and make it safe, I’ll give you a name.”
“And why should I strike a deal with you? I last heard of your agency when you burned down Mrs. Hope’s house.”
“Well, you need a discreet agency, especially in what I’m assuming is a high-profile case like this, plus, I’ll even let you come in with us to make sure we don't burn it down.”
You couldn't think of a reason to say no. Especially if there was a haunting, your team wouldn't be safe.
“Fine. but if there isn't anything I’ll know.”
You both start walking towards the house with his associate Lucy in tow.
“Curious, how would you know? Some sort high tech of DEPRAC equipment, darling?” he inquires.
“No, I have talents.”
He looks almost slightly shocked that you said it.
“I have Touch and Sight mainly. Sights more of my strong suit.”
He nods smiling, “Same here. Guess it was meant to be.”
You roll your eyes at that.
“How’d you even get into detective work then? I'm assuming you never did agency work, as the only time I’ve heard of you was for your exemplary detective work, and you don't look older than myself,” he asks.
“Cut the charm, Lockwood.” you pause to take a deep breath before telling them, “Long story short, My father was a detective, and before he went undercover, He made me promise I wouldn't sign up for an agency. He knew the work all too well, having worked as one himself long ago. So I didn't. I still had the itch to do something with my talents, so I signed myself up to work for DEPRAC.”
“How’d he take it?”
“Not sure.” you stop at the door not wanting to dwell on his death, “What’s in your kit? I’m hoping for no Greek fire.”
You try to not snort when he slowly opens his long jacket proving he had some.
“If you use that, just know, I will have to arrest you.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” he mutters under his breath, before opening the duffle bag. You see what he has and give an approving nod.
The sun was starting to go down and it was nearing curfew.
“James, tell everyone to clear out. But everyone needs to come back at dawn, sharp.” You order your colleague.
He nods, looking skeptical, before getting everyone to pack up their things and leave.
You three enter the house, the draft was definitely there. And Lockwood was right, the death glow on the body was there, but fading as your team neutralized the body in the entryway, to make sure it wouldn't come back.
“I swear to god if you touch this body and ruin the evidence, I’ll make sure you never work again,” you say to the both of them.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of touching it.” Lucy grimaces looking at it.
“Right, Lucy, see if you can hear anything near, Y/n, you stay close to me and I’ll get you up to speed on the information we have on this case.”
You nod, as he starts filling you in about how the person who was living with the man here, was in an abusive relationship with him, and eventually, the woman sliced her significant other, before turning on herself with the blade. The home used to be an in-home business, a barber shop the man used to run. The house was renovated before the problem started, to be a glamorous home, until something started stirring.
You shudder only imagining what could’ve been lurking.
“Care to share about that death?” He asks, pointing to the body.
“The body you see is fresh. The neighbors called it in after hearing a gunshot this late afternoon, so it definitely isn't from the manifestation, and we still don’t have all the facts as to what happened, but we do know he’s a relic man.” You inform him.
“Gunshots overall are unheard of, and in this neighborhood? Very Odd.” he ponders, inquisitively looking you directly in your eyes. It caught
“Yeah, yeah, 'cause the only guns you think of are your non-exist ones.” you joke, trying to divert the burning in your cheeks, as it felt like his eyes were looking into your soul.
he put a hand over his heart, saying Ouch, but your focus was up the huge stairway. It was marbled tiled, all the way up, with a substantial curved staircase against the wall, with an old, detailed metal railing, that looked once to be gold.
You were now assuming they were getting paid a pretty penny for this job, whoever this was paying them. Something felt off up there. You couldn't pinpoint it, but it made your stomach churn.
“Shall we?” he points to the stairs.
“Shouldn’t we wait for-”
“Lucy? Trust me if something happens Lucy will hear it. She is the best listener or eavesdropper in London.”
“Heard that!” she yells across the room, “I’ll be right behind you, I just want to check that last room to see if the temperature drops, which I doubt it will” she reassures you.
Lockwood hands you a torch and your hands brush, giving you goosebumps, before you both start heading up, with him behind you slightly.
“Just remember to turn off the torch so it’s easier to see death glows, and if you see anything, don’t panic, just let me know since I have the rapier.” he winks, with his sly smirk. You couldn’t think of a good response to that, so you kept walking up, feeling colder by the minute.
Your breathing became heavier, due to the freezing nature of the stairway as you walked up, looking around for signs of anything.
As soon as you hit the landing, you touched the railing, feeling a sharp sensation on your palm.
You looked at your hand and nothing was wrong with it.
“Alright, love, turn off your torch, I see something at the end of the hall, you stay close to these first few rooms.”
You nod, agreeing but feeling weary of the idea of splitting up. You sigh turning off your torch.
He wanders closer to the death glow at the end of the huge hall before you look into a room near you, you feel something take over you, as you wander into the room. As you stepped into the room you start walking on broken glass and tears started coming out of your eyes as you felt sorrow run through you, like when your dad had died. But you couldn't control yourself at all.
You pick up a piece of glass, squeezing it so tight, your hand had started bleeding. You turned around, raising the glass up to yourself, but before anything could happen, you felt yourself being grabbed and tumbled into the wall where you could see Lockwood, holding your wrists, and you dropped the glass.
You look directly at him, shaken up a bit.
“Was I?”
“Yeah, you were ghost locked,” he says looking into your eyes, before wiping the tears from your face the proximity of his face was so close to yours as he examined you. That alone gave you goosebumps.
He notices the blood from your hand, moving his head and reaching up, and before he could do or say anything, you peered over his shoulder, to see the ghost of a woman coming straight for you.
“Look out!” you yell as you quickly shove yourself and Lockwood away from the wall, tumbling you both to the ground, out of her way and you fall on top of him. You're almost breathless as you quickly roll off of him, grabbing a salt bomb from his belt, before throwing it directly at her as she screams and disappears for the moment.
Lockwood grabs his rapier and unsheathes it, before quickly getting to his feet, as a precautionary
he helps you get up to your feet.
“Thanks for you know, saving me,” you say, as gently grabs your hand to examine it.
“Same to you. I think I’d be ghost touched if it wasn't for you.” he pauses before saying, “I think you should go home.” he says looking away, almost avoiding your gaze as if you could read his soul if you looked.
“Why? We do have an agreement, so where is this coming from?” You ask before he pulls out a handkerchief wrapping it around your hand.
Before he could say anything, Lucy interrupts, “Lockwood, I think I found the source’s area-”
she pauses almost looking like she was a deer caught in headlights, like just trespassed into a private moment.
“Do you two need a moment?”
“No, I was apparently going home,” you say harsher than you thought it would come out.
“Y/n I-”
“Just do your Job, and Report back to James tomorrow.”
“I'll Walk you out,” Lucy says, before following you down the stairs.
“I know Lockwood can seem harsh, but I think you should know it has more to do with himself than you. I think he likes you, a lot, and when he cares for someone, he wants them to be safe. Just try to remember that.” she tries to console you before giving you a hug as you leave.
You see James waiting in his car outside, and you roll your eyes, before getting in.
“You seriously couldn't leave?” you laugh.
“C’mon like I could. I can’t leave you in the company I don't know. Plus I did technically leave for a bit, to get this,” he gives you a brown bag with all your favourite goodies in it.
“Thanks, James, you’re the best.”
As you drive away, you couldn't help but worry about the boy that saved you. Not just physically but he brought back the spark in you that you thought was gone. The one that you thought had died with your father.
“Hey, James, maybe it’s time I looked at my Dad’s file.”
“You don’t mean?”
“I do. I need to know how he died undercover.”
You say, before looking down at the handkerchief on your hand that Anthony Lockwood gave you.
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I’ve been dying for a pov where fem!reader is the one that dives in the lake and gets attacked but the demo bats and Eddie being the protective boyfriend he would be would immediately jump in and save you then panic when he sees what they did to you 🫶
oh my goshhh yes the angst (also apologies for how long this took me to write work has been kicking my butt)
once again i went off on an absolute tangent w this lmao i kinda delved into the stuff a little before batgate too hope u don't mind i just LIVE for protective eddie ngl
warnings: language, mentions of injury
eddie munson, as he has proclaimed several times, tends to run from things. he ran from most of his homework in 1984 hence why he's now a super senior; he ran from jason carver in the eighth grade when he stole his animal crackers and he ran, rather ironically, from the gym teacher last week when she chased him from underneath the bleachers with a half-smoked blunt in his hand
he even tried to run from his feelings for you at first. it was mostly fear because you're golden as fuck and the best thing that ever happened to him and honestly he was just scared of hurting you
but this is eddie munson we're talking about, who regularly trips over his own fuckin shoe laces. even in a metaphorical sense, because whilst sprinting from said feelings he skidded and fell on his ass for you and realised that actually, letting himself fall in love with you wasn't the worst thing in the world
that was two years ago & now you're eddie's entire fucking heart. he might feel a bit lost about the future sometimes but he knows it's gonna be ok when you're by his side
getting tangled up in all the upside down shit was beyond what either of you could have ever imagined; honestly his reaction at first was to run, but he knew as you & the others came after him, he didn't have to anymore
you stayed with him at reefer rick's from the second you found him; half because he was a wreck and needed you there, but also because people are dying left, right and center, and he is hellbent on keeping an eye on you
eddie is glued to your hip the entire time. he's clingy at the best of times but now, he won't sleep without both his arms wrapped tightly around you and he wakes up periodically in the night to check on you
and despite the fact he's arguably more traumatised by this entire thing, eddie is constantly asking if you're ok; asking about how you're doing with recent revelations and putting on a brave face to hide his own worries
everything becomes a lot more real when you have to go out with steve, robin & nancy to find the gate. you're both kind of involved now, right? and you're deadset on proving ed's innocence so you're gonna find this fucking monster
eddie doesn't like the idea of you coming with them and getting hurt. he likes the idea of leaving you on shore even less. sometimes you gotta pick the lesser of two evils
it's like you were gonna listen to him anyways. eddie has never been able to tell you what to do
so you get in the boat with them; eddie takes the seat beside you, large hand protectively spread out on your thigh and dark eyes scouring the water ahead of you for any danger
when the compass starts going wonky with a capital "aah!" you're kinda over the whole thing and before anyone can stop you, you've lost your shoes and jacket and you're jumping in the lake
you're too quick for anyone to stop you
eddie is less then pleased when you resurface a few minutes later, announcing that you've found the gate
"why would you do that?! are you fucking insane?! why?!"
before you can argue, you're being dragged back under
even though eddie had said before that he was only brave when it came to d&d, he's diving in right after you. shoes on, jacket on, he doesn't give a shit
an unambiguous sign of true love indeed
he goes down and down after you, not really caring if the other three follow you (they do btw once they all have a moment of "what a chaotic couple")
eddie is basically kicking his way through the gate, blindly beating the shit out of every demobat he's seeing
because like HELL are they gonna get away with hurting you
he's blinded by pure, white rage really. also a little bit of fear, but that just manifests itself in said rage
eventually, when you're finally free of the bats' grip on you, eddie is on his knees by your side, one large hand holding your head and the other checking your pulse
"please tell me you're alive. jesus christ, please say you're alive because if you're not i'm going to-"
"- i'm alive!" you manage to cough out, "just about"
he's taking you in his arms in seconds, pulling you gently into his chest and holding you there, calling you a dumbass and a fucking idiot but one that he loves so fucking much it hurts me right now
robin & steve take a step back for a moment, but nancy - being nancy - is proactive, tearing up her jumper and wrapping it around the wound on your side
eddie sheds his leather jacket, wrapping it tightly around your shoulders
the entire time that you're walking through the upside down, he's got an arm around your waist and one hand holding where your cut is in order to keep pressure on it
and he lets you ride the back of his bike !! no way in hell is he making you cycle in your condition
whilst the other three are communicating with dustin & erica, eddie is ransacking the upside edition™️ of his trailer for any medical supplies
of course there are none but it's sweet that he tries
he insists on going through the gate first so that you don't have to just land straight on the mattress
even though he falls flat on his ass, he manages to catch you
eddie munson will always be there to catch you
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Because FUCK finding the original post in the abyss that's my blog because it was from a while ago and I didn't expect it to be an AU so I didn't tag it.
So! Short beginning synopsis for the 'To Bee a Bat AU'.
Yes it's ML/Batman because FUCK I know I said I wouldn't but y'all tempted me with Chloé focus and dunking on salt tropes.
Original post was someone asking 'hey ya know those salty aus where Mari is Bruce's kid? What if it was Chloé instead?' and ofc since I already have 'Andre isn't Chloé's bio dad' plots in other fics I jumped on that shit.
There were a few posts that were just crossover nonsense but latest tangent is sometime in Season 4-5 just Chloé ending up with that side of the family. She expects Bruce and co to be like Audrey and Andre were, and runs off first chance she gets. Thankfully found by the Sirens(Selina, Harley and Ivy). Chloé gets to go vigilante and get some healing.
Meanwhile the Miracuclass is doing their own thing and eventually realized they kinda fucked up on the like. Thinking she just went darkside for shits and giggles and not because of the whole 'felt betrayed by Ladybug, manipulated by Hawkmoth, parents held hostage, etc.' thing. Vow to get her back and apologize somehow so eventually they're going to end up in Gotham as well.
so like. They fucked up but it's NOT salt.
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Headcanons:
a/n: i can never spell that right (also i only did general + platonic headcanons for this one, romantic headcanons i felt like could be their own post)
General:
we already know this but: golden retriever in a human body
she eats the crust of the pizza first, then folds the rest like a sandwich
Considers plastic ware to be cutlery
she doesn’t use bed sheets, just a bunch of different blankets
owns 1000 million pillows
she sometimes forgets to sleep
caffeine addiction
amazing kitchen, terrible cook
One time Yelena almost had a heart attack when she dropped by Kate’s apartment and saw her scooping flour with a drinking glass.
“Kate Bishop, what are you doing?”
“The recipe calls for a cup of floor!”
If she is really into something, she won’t stop till she’s mastered it (have you seen all of her trophies?)
She seems like she listens to voicemails
purple lover: will buy anything and everything that is purple
Clint: “Kate, you don’t need a baby cradle!”
Kate: “but the lavender, the shades of violet, it’s calling to me”
*proceeds to buy 12*
She can and will get distracted while firing her bow, causing many of her instructors (plus Clint) heart attacks while she shoots an arrow while trying to pet a puppy
Platonic:
Don’t tell Yelena I said this but Kate is peak bestie material
She will show up at your door with bags of your favorite foods at 3am if you had a bad day
She seems like the kind of person to have several life long friends but only a few very close friends she’s only known for a short while
prepare yourself for sleepovers
lots of sleepovers
who cares if you’re in your 20s, if Kate wants to put on My Little Pony pajamas and then give you a 45 minute slideshow presentation about why Matt Donovan should’ve been killed off in season two of TVD, that’s what you’re doing
She actually listens
If your friend group is hanging out and you’re really into a topic and are going on a tangent about it but you start to trail off because no one is paying attention to you, she’ll ask you questions about your rant and encourage you to finish
she remembers the small things, like if you mentioned you were allergic to a certain brand of mascara or if you don’t like melted cheese
Y/N: “god my eyes keep watering again”
Kate: “Oh shit did you buy [brand]? You’re allergic remember?”
Y/N: “…i told you that 3 years ago.”
Kate: “your point?”
Or
Yelena: *making mac n’ cheese*
Y/N: *uncomfortable as the smell makes you nauseous*
Kate: *noticing* “oh hey, Y/N, you can’t eat melted cheese right? I’ll see if I have any frozen pizza pockets left”
Yelena: “oh good, i thought they looked disgusted because of the hot sauce”
If you get into a fight, and she’s the first one to apologize, then expect her to show up at your house while your out and set up a movie night with your comfort movies and favorite snacks
if you’re the first one to apologize, all you have to do is call her or show up at her door and she’ll immediately forgive you
Y/N: “damn it Kate, I had a whole speech planned. I was going to tell you all the ways I was wrong and you were right, it was very humble!”
Kate: *squeezing the life out of you in a hug* “mmhm i bet it was. Now lets never fight again and go watch Brave”
If she ever breaks something of yours, or borrows clothes then rips it, she will buy you at least ten of the items
She is rich, let’s not forget, and will sometimes tip people $200 dollars when you’re out for coffee
you’ve seen her awkwardly comfort crying waitresses as they thank her profusely
Since her family business is a security company, you never get hacked. Ever. (Unless you’re late to a planned meet up and Kate wants to know where you are)
The first time you went out for boba together, Kate didn’t know about the tapioca pearls. Her first drink and immediately they were coming out of her nose by how surprised she was
yes of course you videoed it and sent it to Clint and Yelena
a/n: well that’s all i got for now! If you would like more, either with Kate or another character, feel free to send them in! (I have a Tony Stark list soon -maybe tonight even idk lets see how much homework i can procrastinate-) also, that melted cheese headcanon? That’s actually a problem i have
#kate bishop#kate bishop headcanons#kate bishop fanfiction#kate bishop x reader#my writing#kate bishop x fem!reader#kate bishop x female reader#kate bishop x gn!reader#kate bishop x gender neutral reader
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Hope you had a good break girlie! So I looked into it and you unfortunately cannot get OG 2 or 3 on PS. I finished Leon 1st route! I was literally cheering as Ada fell and was yelling at her when she kissed him I was pissed. I started Claire 2nd and I’m having trouble understanding how her run lines up with Leon’s. I’m doing basically the same exact things I did with him which is honestly kinda annoying. I’m also trying to figure out the timeline between this one and the first one. Ik that 1 takes place in July & 2 is in September, but what happens in between that with the STARS members? Hoping it touches more on that in 3 (it was on sale digitally for like $10 I’m so excited!). Mr X is terrifying I see why people said this one was the scariest. Anyway sorry for all the info but I couldn’t remember which comment section we were talking g about this before on. 😂😅
Hi!!! 🥰 Never apologize for talking Resident Evil with me cause I’m a huge fucking nerd for this series 🤣
Read more cause it’s long lmao also spoilers for 3 😬 but nothing crazy I don’t think plus 3make is a little different from OG
Also sorry this is like another rant lmao
Yeah I didn’t think it was possible but I always hold out hope cause Capcom are so weird about their IPs 😒 and yes Mr. X was so fun in RE2make (way better than Nemesis but that’s a whole other tangent 🤣)
You might if you can find the GameCube versions of the OG RE2 and RE3 games. They play as well as the PS1 versions and it’s the exact same so not missing anything 😉
Haha that kiss is what I was talking about! Like she’s such a user —which I get that’s her character she’s a spy (first mentioned in RE1 as John’s password-his girlfriend’s name- and that’s why she’s in OG RE2, looking for her boyfriend who was a researcher for umbrella).
And to be honest the B scenarios do NOT complement the A scenarios. I am 100% of the belief that they were last minute additions 😒 for the most part they don’t really add too much in the way of story aside from a few little anecdotes.
So yeah sorry for that big disappointment 😆 oh man that’s a whole can of worms sorta? Lmao. Capcom is notorious for retconning or having confusing timelines 🤣 So buckle up I’ll try to keep this pretty streamlined:
RE1 takes place in July of 1998 and RE2 and RE3 take place at the same time with 3 lasting longer as Jill becomes infected and is in the city a bit longer. Like another disappointing factor is not having any crossover from the 2 and 3 remake cause come on! That would’ve been sick as hell for Jill to run into Claire or Leon in the RPD 🙄
Anywho, but as for the time between RE1 and RE2 is that Umbrella has Chief Irons in their pocket and so has him disband STARS and sweep everything under the rug. So no one believes them about the Spencer Mansions incident and so everyone’s oblivious to the shit storm about to happen 🤣
Brad is a chicken so hides away from everything. Rebecca peaces out. Barry takes his family and leaves for safety; Chris goes off to Europe to look into some Umbrella connections (which is why Claire didn’t find him and what leads into her looking for him a la Code Veronica).
Jill stays behind in Raccoon but she’s legit about to peace out to go after Chris when all that shit goes down and Nemesis is hunting the STARS members down; he fucking annihilates Brad, like tentacle through the mouth out the back of the head (so in 3make his death was way lame in my opinion 😒)
So unfortunate in 3make they don’t touch on anything inbetween 1 to 2 and 3; with OG RE3, there were epilogue scenes that explained what happened to everyone which was really cool but they took those out for some reason. They’re online if you wanna look it up. It explains why Leon ended up working for the govt, where Claire went, what happened to Jill, Barry, Chris, Ada, etc. All really cool and idk why they didn’t toss it in 😞
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I hope this isn’t weird or something that I should just deal with on my own and all that, so I apologize in advance because this is incredibly recent and I’m still hurting and trying to figure out what to do next.
One of my friends of quite a while now turned out to be a massive fuckin transphobe. Yippie. The thing is, he’s fully in support of the non-straight side of the queer community, always has been, but apparently that’s where he draws the line, and I just learned that today, and it sucks. It sucks so much that someone I really cared about turns out to be a kinda terrible person who ended up saying some incredibly hurtful and disrespectful things when it all came to light.
But the thing is, while the trans hatred is DEFINITELY there, it all seems to be stemming from a place of generational hatred and ignorance because he just can’t see how his actions and words are hurtful. It turns malicious when he’s pushed, as I learned the hard way, but I feel the root of it is simply ignorance.
We got in an argument via text, which, of course, is always the worst way to do things but it was a normal conversation that went downhill incredibly quickly and I’m like 3+ hours away so we can’t hash it out in person and I wasn’t willing to just go and call.
For your uh. Viewing displeasure. I’d send screenshots (and can, if you’d like additional context) but people who have a stake in this are very likely to see this and I don’t particularly want my name attached without anon.
I didn't say that transgender people are mistakes, and I didn't mean to suggest that. People can make the mistake into believing that they are who they are not
Yes, I don't believe a transwoman is a real woman. They are biological differences between both man and woman that can't be changed
Cue me going on a bit of a tangent about suicide rates, Trevor project, intersex people being a thing, what transitioning is like, etc etc. I was pissed, I was hurt, and I admit my first reaction was anger but I also think I did a very good job of keeping calm, explaining things, while also trying to impress upon him just how incredibly shitty saying those things is
Why are you so mad? I just wanted to open up to you. I didn't mean to sound rude or anything like that
Upon which I explained that I’ve lost friends to suicide and yet again how problematic some of his statements have been
I think we both need some time to think about this
I don't. I know exactly where I stand with this issue and who I care for and what it means to me personally. You're more than welcome to call so we can talk about it that way, if that's what you'd prefer or what would help you
It seems like things right now are a bit heated, I just want to talk about when things have calmed down
If that's what you need in order to decide whether you support trans people or not, go ahead. As I said, I know exactly what my opinion on this is, and it's on the side of the people whose beliefs don't disrespect certain people's existence
I respect and love everybody, but I'm not going to change my values or beliefs because they "disrespect" other people's values or beliefs
Which… yeah. That’s where it left off. Other shit was said, other shit went down, and I stand by everything and don’t regret it, even if this guy used to be my friend.
But as I said, I very much feel that this is coming from a place of ignorance and having been taught by religious, queerphobic parents, having very little experience to the queer world and having no understanding of our history, our pain, and the battles we’re still fighting. I believe he genuinely doesn’t see how his words are hurtful and how his actions genuinely cause issues and how his words are the things that drive trans people to suicide and hatred.
Which is what I’m reaching out for, what can I do, I don’t want to cut him off because I don’t want to abandon him to be a hateful person because I believe everyone, however horrible their beliefs, can learn and grow and change, and I want to know any sort of resources or help or advice you have, anything to try to fight that ignorance-based disrespect and make him realize that they’re not just words and that his behavior isn’t just his personal beliefs, that his beliefs are genuinely harming other people.
Thank you, and much love to you. We all need a bit more kindness and love and acceptance right now with this world we live in.
I'm sorry to hear about your friend, and it's understandable that you feel deeply upset and betrayed. At this time, however, I don't think you have any obligation to "educate" him or do more than you have already done. If this is a friendship-ending issue, well... it sucks, but it is what it is. If you want to, you can communicate that he's welcome to reach out to you again if his feelings change. Otherwise, it's not your responsibility to continue or spend extra time trying to talk him around. It's something that people either accept or they don't, and while feelings can evolve, it's usually something that will happen with time and space and on their own accord. So yeah. It's up to you whether you want to signal that you're up for further communication or not, if you want to take some time to let feelings heal, or if you don't want to continue being friends with someone who feels that way. Either way, it's not your responsibility to endlessly try to talk him around. Make a decision about what you feel comfortable with, set that boundary, and do your best. It sucks, but such is life sometimes. Alas.
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Is this eagle video cute? Are they supposed to be handled that way? You've talked a lot about owl petting, but I can't remember what you've said about raptors such as an eagle. https://www.reddit.com/r/Eyebleach/comments/xlo85n/who_would_have_thought_that_eagles_could_be_so/
This is one of those videos that is just frustrating to me.
I believe I looked into this a year or so ago and found it was indeed at a reputable facility, but I may be confusing it with a similar video as there are quite a few with this species unfortunately.
So, this is a wedge tailed eagle. They do, for some reason, tend to show a genuine affinity to having their faces rubbed in captivity. It is occasionally seen in golden eagles as well which makes some sense as the two are close relatives.
I’m sure you’re wondering what the catch is.
On the surface, yes, it’s cute. The bird is leaning into and encouraging the affection, so where is the issue?
The issue is that it promotes a very dangerous image to the public that these animals are pets, that they just love people and are so wonderful in captivity that if you got one it would be just the most special thing.
Now I know, if you’re in North America, the idea sounds absurd. “Who’s just going to go out and buy an eagle?!”, right? “You can’t even legally do that! Where would they even get one?!” and I do understand that. However, I will tell you right now from experience that the average layman cannot tell a wedge tailed eagle from any other bird with a hooked beak that is vaguely larger than a sparrow. I have gotten into very exhausting arguments with people in the past that the fallen baby they’re terrified to touch for fear of getting bitten or taloned is not in fact a baby eagle, but instead a nestling dove. Almost every person who brings me a hawk or buzzard will call it an eagle or just ask me what it is to avoid looking silly. In the US, illegal or not, you can absolutely obtain a hawk or buzzard. Fallen nestling Cooper’s hawk? Red tail hit by a car and survived? To some people, that’s all they need to decide they have a new “pet” raptor. It seems far fetched but I cannot express how many people have completely earnestly asked me what they need to keep a pet owl or hawk. I cannot express how many rehab calls I get from people who don’t want to actually bring the bird in and instead want me to walk them through raising a “pet” bird for themselves. When pressed for why they think it’s even remotely a good idea, they will usually admit to seeing some video or another of someone who had an owl or some such other raptor in a pet setting and that the videos were just “so cute” they wanted that themselves. It happens far more than you would expect.
Add in the fact that there are several countries where… you very much can feasibly just buy one of these eagles if you have enough money and know the right people and have it fully legal as an option to you, and you do indeed run into a huge problem. Thankfully wedge tails and other eagles are less common as impulse pets in these places due to the price tag being a bit higher than these sorts expect and reputable breeders only selling to falconers or other breeders, but there is a fairly large problem of exotic raptors being loose in the UK due to people buying them and having no clue what to do with them. Usually eagle owls, barn owls, and Harris’s hawks, but falcon hybrids are also frequently lost from carelessness and ignorance. The UK is not the only country this occurs in.
I do apologize that I went off on quite a long tangent. To tie this up, I will restate that yes, the video itself in a vacuum is perfectly fine, the eagle is enjoying itself! However, under no circumstances should this have been posted publicly, especially not re-posted and stripped of the original context. This eagle was in good hands, but the average person seeing it will not know that.
I will also add that wedge tails are quite large and can be dangerous to their handlers. It is objectively not safe to do this in many cases as a result. But again, most people seeing the video will not realize that. Which puts those who are in a place they can feasibly obtain a large eagle in more danger. It’s the sort of video that makes me cringe because I know the demographic drawn in by it, and I will say they are some of the most obnoxious and frustrating people I have to deal with in real life.
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from the perspective of a person who has almost 40 tattoos and likes to collect them from different people and uses insta for basically following tattoo artists: polyc's work is great! i follow some korean artists, and i had never heard of him before, but he's followed by some really good, well known respectful international artists. what he did on jk's arm is truly remarkable. it's not easy to do color cover ups like that on top of black ink (it's fine when it's light or faded like the clock, but those clouds for ex were really dark) and make it look seemless as it does. kudos to him! his work is really precise and beautiful. i'm happy jk found him and is happy with what he's got now.
Aren't they beautiful? I aspire to 40 tattoos. So far I only have four and only one (my Filter/Euphoria/ON era ankle piece) used Tommy's Starbrite colors - I LOVE THEM. I was so excited to see those inks on JeiKei's arm!
I love his use of lighter colors for detail, too. Check out this gorgeous work on that beautiful blue mic revision:
The mic head alone was worth the revision but that he lengthened it - you can hardly tell. It's stunning work.
Now that you have me thinking about it again, isn't it interesting that Jungkook covered his Korea-centric tattoos? I mean we have this:
The three black stripes are the trigram of the upper left corner of the Korean flag and represent heaven, or the yang. That trigram also represents spring, humanity, justice and the East. He's covered it with his gorgeous danger noodle - I love the white and grey work in the new piece.
Then he covered his tiger, as we've seen, with a sun but what also could be interpreted as an eclipse. GOSH WHERE HAVE WE SEEN THAT GEE I DUNNO
SO WEIRD RIGHT lol I maybe blogged about this a couple months ago when I was obsessing about not having HD pics so I apologize for gloating like a damn fool, and yet here we are. ANYWAY
The tiger is a beloved Korean national symbol. It is prevalent in the lore and mythos of the country. When one was maybe, maybe not spotted in the North Korean mountains after a century (back like 2016 or so) it was a BFD. People lost their minds talking about hope for the future of a unified Korea, that kind of thing. And JeiKei's tiger was done in the traditional Korean shape:
Fancy, huh? Even moreso, his was a white tiger by virtue of not being in color so it was even fancier and super special. For him to cover it, rather than have polyc colorize and reinvent it is, to me, a statement. I'm not totally sure what kind of statement, obviously, but it means something.
And then we have this coverup/addition:
Granted, I can see why he wanted "Bullet Proof" on his skin. And it's SO DAMN COOL, the color work and deliberate sloppy font is awesome. I love it. But I really liked the eye he had there, too, and again, he could have kept it but he didn't, and one wonders why.
I hesitate to speak on it BUT YOU KNOW ME I WILL ANYWAY and I actually think he deliberately covered ink that wasn't holding up well or that had significance to a certain shipping community. (And yet they out here already calling that Tae's microphone because apparently part of the initiation package is voluntary color blindness.) One of these days we will start listening to these men when they tell us they see everything.
SO I WENT OFF ON A TANGENT SORRY ABOUT IT but yes. I agree with you. The new color work is absolutely beautiful and I am here for it. I hope he gets a whole backpiece next. In gorgeous color, like this:
Wow. What an improvement. And the artist signs his work, I LOVE HIM I THINK ALREADY
That's how you stay winning in the tattoo business.
#thanks nice anon#tattooed anon wins at life#jungkook#jeon jungkook does what jeon jungkook wants goddammit#jeikei#jungkook tattoos#polyc#new revisions to old work#why is he covering korean symbols though i am not sure#i hesitate to speak my thoughts on that just yet#snek#danger noodle#but also the jeon parks#jikook#kookmin#also a whole jeon jungkook exists
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👗 honey baby au: when reader first laid eyes on Simu
Dress me up👗 - Send me any scenarios or concepts that you envision for any of my AUs (Teach Me Tonight, Honey Baby, The Avengers Sweethearts) and I will write a drabble or head canon for them
Far From Ordinary
Pairing: !sugar daddy Simu Liu x f. reader
Warnings: eventual sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship, awkward first meeting, Simu comes off a lil stalker-ish but has good intentions, hella rushed writing 💀
Summary: You went from being Simu's biggest fan to his sugar baby.
Word Count: 1.5k
Notes: I apologize in advance for how badly rushed this was but I think Simu and Honey Baby's intro was looonnnngggg overdue 😅 like I've had this fic sitting in my docs for months and I managed to finish it in less than an hour lmao but anyways, shoutout to Kat for holding me accountable with this one 😘🫰🏽 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
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You met Simu the day the Shang-Chi trailer was released, which also happened to be the same day as his birthday. You were having dinner with your friend when you both saw him, and you, being an extreme Marvel fan, freaked out. Your friend didn’t really know who he was, but they did encourage you to go talk to him. He was having dinner with his parents, but they both left to talk to the waiter in the back. Meanwhile, Simu pulled his phone out to keep himself busy.
After a quick breath check, you finally stood up to approach him. Simu must have sensed you walking towards him because he turned off his phone and set it down on the table. The moment he looked up at you, it was as if time stopped and the world around him ceased to exist. You were the only thing in his view and he basked in your beauty. On your end, you thought you could have swooned at any moment by how gorgeous he was up close.
“H-h-hi!” you squeaked nervously. Simu sensed you were nervous so he shifted in his seat so he could face you, but that only increased your nerves. “Umm…are…y-you-”
Simu smiled and chuckled lightly. “Yes, I am Simu Liu.”
You bit your lip in excitement. “Wow, umm, first off, congratulations on the Shang-Chi trailer. It looks so good! I can’t wait to buy tickets to see the movie. I really love Marvel and seeing that you are the first Asian superhero is SO cool!”
You never noticed due to your nervous rambling but Simu’s eyes twinkled the more you talked about Shang-Chi and Marvel. The next thing you say is what caught Simu’s attention.
“Oh and another thing, if it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be pursuing an acting career. I’m kinda in the same position that you were once in. You see, I have always loved acting and always wanted to become an actor. Of course, my parents disapproved of it so to please them, I went to college for business. And let me tell you, I HATED it! My parents finally saw how unhappy I was in college and they finally approved of me pursuing acting. So long story short, thank you for inspiring me to follow my dreams!” As you were catching your breath from your tangent, Simu smiled so big that his cheeks hurt.
“Wow, I’m speechless,” was all that he could conjure up.
“Yeah, I mean…Sure I’m drowning in student debt on top of paying for my acting classes, but hey, hopefully I can pay it off in the future.” Simu awkwardly laughed, causing you to kick your own shin. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I probably should not have shared that information with you.”
“No need for apologies. I’ve been there, too.” His eyes sized you up, studying your features. “By the way, I never got your name.”
Words cannot even describe how embarrassed you are. You were so caught up in your scatterbrained thoughts that you forgot to mention your name. You finally told him your name and followed up with another apology.
“Hey, no apologies necessary.” His bright grin helped ease your nerves as you shook hands. However, it was short lived when his parents returned to the table, followed by a waiter who placed a plate of mochi ice cream with a lit candle on top of the table.
“Oh, I- uhhh, happy birthday! Oh my- I hope I’m not interrupting-“
“No, not at all. Your company has been a pleasure so thank you!” Simu glanced over to his parents who were staring and smiling at you. He then glanced back at you. “Oh by the way, these are my parents.” You extended your hand out to them to shake, but instead they each brought you in for a hug.
You didn’t see but Simu was smiling to himself watching his parents hug you as if they have known you forever. It was odd to him because he had never been this intrigued by anyone this quickly, let alone a fan. And to see his parents react so positively to another woman was something he wasn’t used to. The sound of your voice brought him back to reality.
“Hey, before I head back to my table, can I get a photo with you?”
Simu blinked before flashing another smile. “Yes, of course! Let’s do this!” You handed the phone to Simu’s father before crouching down to his level. This allowed him to snake his arm around your mid back. The feel of his large hand on you sent shivers up your spine while you awkwardly threw up a peace sign. After the photo was taken, you hugged Simu tightly before grabbing your phone from his dad.
“Wow, oh my gosh!” You giggled with a squeal. “Thank you so much, Simu! You literally made my entire night!” You paused and shook your head. “Actually, you made my whole life! I can’t thank you enough. It was so nice meeting you and your family. Happy birthday, too!” You noticed the mochi ice cream starting to melt on the plate before saying your final goodbye to him.
Turning on your heels, you head back to the table you shared with your friend, who was laughing at you with an eyebrow raised.
“What?” you questioned, scrunching your face at your friend.
“You are soooo awkward. But good for you for talking to him all by yourself.”
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A few hours have passed since you had your encounter with Simu Liu. After you got back home, showered, and got comfortable in your bed, you decided to post the picture you took with Simu on Instagram. You wrote a long paragraph which was essentially a regurgitation of your conversation with Simu. Without thinking much of it, you tagged Simu in the photo before posting it. After a few minutes of scrolling through your feed, you felt your body falling asleep.
Right as you were about to drift off, an Instagram notification caused your screen to light up. Groaning in irritation, you checked the time and grumbled louder when you realized that it was half past midnight. Your phone buzzed again, skepticism plaguing your brain. You hoped that your friend sent you a meme so funny that you would eventually forgive them for pulling you away from your slumber. However, when you opened Instagram, your heart sank so low to your stomach that you thought you were going to throw up.
You read a DM from Simu Liu that was essentially him asking to be your sugar daddy. In disbelief, you checked the profile to make sure it wasn’t someone trying to impersonate him. After scoping out the profile five more times, you were positive it was him. Your first instinct was to get up and start pacing around your room, debating on if you should answer back.
Maybe he sent it to you on accident. That message could’ve been for another person that he was probably going to send money to. Besides, you weren’t anyone special enough to receive money that he earned himself.
But his message sounded like it was tailored to you. Especially when he brought up how it was a pleasure meeting you at dinner that night and hearing your story sparked something in him. You eventually gave up indulging yourself in your internal dialogue and passed out on your bed.
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The next day, you were opening up the boba shop your family owned when Simu walked through the door. Once you made eye contact with him, you stood in the middle of the shop paralyzed as the mop in your hands slipped out of your grasp and crashed to the floor. Simu’s lips cocked into a smug smirk as you struggled to pick up the mop.
“What a coincidence running into you here.” As strong as your crush was on him, you couldn’t help but be intimidated by him. Especially after receiving that message from him over Instagram.
“Are you stalking me?”
Simu chuckled. “No. I just wanted to get boba and I heard about how great this place was. I wouldn’t have guessed you worked here.” You gave him a tight lipped grin as you returned the mop to the storage room. When you came back, Simu had situated himself at one of the tables.
“I’m starting to think you aren’t here for boba.”
Simu shrugged. “Well, I was. But after seeing you again, I will admit, I’m kinda hurt you didn’t respond to my message-”
“So that message was legit? You, Simu Liu, want to help some ordinary girl like me pay off their college loans? What’s in it for you anyway?”
“Nothing.” You raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Like I said before, I saw a little of myself in you. If there’s any way I can help you, I will gladly do it. Besides, you are far from ordinary. I can see you becoming a star. Just let me help you out, honey.” That was it. You would have never thought that your celebrity crush giving you a pet name would make you fold so easily. Yet it did.
“Did you just call me-”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” you smiled, cheeks burning hotter than the weather outside. “I liked hearing it.”
“So what do you say, honey? You game?”
You were, in fact, game. You were so game. With that, you shook his hand, sealing a deal that will change your life for better.
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Also (I’m the “Sasha’s specialty” anon I just decided to go off anon DJDJDJS) the fact that otto very likely could’ve found sasha by chance and taken him in really makes Sasha being the first to listen to Raz and help him and Not really mention having to call his dad hit different- not to mention the fact that sasha canonically sees Raz as a younger version of himself
sasha saw a young boy with intense psychic prowess that wasn’t very honed, who came to whispering rock (apologies if that’s not the actual name I can’t recall too much of 1 atm) cuz he ran away from home after something happened with his father, and who was Distinctly unwilling to return home, and he went “well. Guess I have a protege” and that is very very cool of him
NO YEAH EXACTLY ppl love to compare sasha and raz and talk about their similarities but not enough ppl actually try to explore sashas side of that and its soo intsresting to me ....
i ranted about this on discord earlier but sasha and raz Do have the similarities w/ parent issues yes but SPECIFICALLY its about the emotional disconnect w/ their dads that raz/kid sasha, in their Little Kid Mind attempting to rationalize a situation thats more complicated than they can properly understand, just took as "oh my dad doesnt like me and is overworking me because he sees me as a burden. i should just leave then and we'd both be better off this way"
when in reality their dads are Struggling to connect with them and care about them SO much but they just don't know how to communicate that.
and what fucks me up more is that unlike raz who did reconcile with his dad and get that chance to properly communicate, sasha might Never know that his dad really did care for him bc he never saw or contacted him ever again after leaving. and on top of that its likely that bc of this, his dad thinks he died after running away and he lost all the family he had left. im going on a completely separate tangent from urs sorry HRGCHHFGJG i just have a lot of thoughts about him and his dad
#meeple.ask#psychonauts#sasha nein#otto mentallis#razputin aquato#cc#ough. i do love the idea of a reunion between sasha and his dad#but itd Absolutely be a fucking mess at the start#like. him seeing his dad after spending his whole life convincing himself he wouldnt be accepted by him as a psychic and wasnt loved by him#and then suddenly seeing him Face To Face after all those years.#thats definitely gonna trigger a thing or two for sasha
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