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I GOT THE NOTIFICATION OF THIS AND I WAS THINKING THE CHAPTER WOULD COME SOMETIME AROUND THE WEEKEND BUT IT'S HERE AND I'M EXCITED!

"Why did he change? When did he change? Was he always like that but you never paid attention to, or was it just a play, a trick he’s trying to pull in your mind? Is he trying to confuse you purposely, trying to play with your mind? He wouldn’t, would he?" My girl gets it, always distrust first

So Nessie said she was looking for her at the party🤨

“Jason the hot guy you were pining after?” NESSIE KSKSKK

“I basically threw myself on him.” JASJAKSJAJ☠

“Gosh, you were planning your wedding then?” FORGET WHAT I SAID, I LOVE NESSIE🤣

“Oh! So, this is about your parents then?” NOOO

Reader is actually digging herself deeper with each explanation jsjsjs there's a spanish phrase we usually say "no aclares que oscurece" (and the translation would be like "don't clarify because it makes it darker") and I can't stop thinking about it😂

“Every time I get upset over them, when they make me mad, I just… Explode? I go out and do something stupid, something that I know would piss them off, because…” ☹

Nessie asking for the spicy details🤐

THREE WEEKS AAAA WE'RE GETTING CLOSER TO HER FINDING OUT

I just knew she would change her routine to avoid him sksksks

"That left you with more time to write. It has always been your favorite thing to do, writing away your thoughts on a paper, even if it never made it out of your notebook." Oww

WAYNE PUBLICATIONS

Arkham’s Neglect🧐

"Working for Sandra was like working for Miranda Priestly, only it was actually nice." AAAAAAA I LOVE THE REFERENCE

“One of the male models bailed out last minute" ohhhh thinking thoughts about who will replace him🤭

“They got this Brazilian thing, they call it coxinha, I think." I just searched for what it was and now I want to try it

"A few models recognized you too, waving hello and moving on with their preparations." Aww I like the environment

<<“Careful there,” he smiled, but your face turned to a frown as soon as you recognized the dark hair and the sky blue eyes. “Hello, love. Didn’t let it spill on you this time,” Jason winked, trying to initiate a conversation, a smugness set on his face. >> GIGGLING, KICKING MY FEET AND BEATING THE MATTRESS WITH ONE HAND, AAAAAAA

I can feel the stress she's going through while trying to find a replacement aaa

"You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. Instead, you opted for burning holes in his head with your eyes, glued to the scene ahead of you. He was laughing, laughing, with her, like you were all a joke" 👀👀👀👀

"“Perfect,” she stated softly and took one step in their direction." AAAAAAAAAA IT'S HAPPENING

“You know him?” before you had the chance to fix your mess, she continued. “Have you seen him naked?” WHAT JSKSKSKSK MRS WHAT KIND OF MODEL DO YOU NEED

“Don’t tug at my arm again, you’re not my child" okay🤡

“Why not?” he asked, smugness still prevailing on the way he talked to you. “I’d love to.” I'M LITERALLY GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

“Of course you think so,” you gave her a forced smile, holding yourself together to not roll your eyes in front of your boss." a bit jealousy is slipping, honey

“Why? Can’t stand the sight of me for too long, love?” I hate him sksksksk

“Already did,” AAAAAAAA

"In clear fuck boy behaviour, a shadow of a smile loomed his face when he looked at her through his lashes. You felt a muscle on your jaw jolting at the interaction, deciding that you’d had enough" HONESTLY I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN READING THIS KSKSKSK

"Truth be told, this man rented a four story penthouse with three hundred bedrooms in your mind since the night you’d slept over at his. Occupying a space that once was free to help you function properly, but now, you were a horny mess 90% of the day." Damn

AAAA STEPHANIE

"He lowered the hem of his underwear a bit, showing you the trail that had driven you crazy the last time you peered at it." staring -not so- respectfully

"the light blue shade indicating your ovulating period on your tracker app." OH NOW👀

"A weird feeling of fear, anxiety and desire mix together, as Jason refocused his sight on you, walking slowly in your direction." AAAAAA

“Oh, you leave my apartment like a mad woman. Did everything so you wouldn’t have to face me for weeks and tried to sabotage a job opportunity, and I am the one who’s infuriating?” not gonna lie, I felt a little bad when he said sabotage a job opportunity

<<“Oh, so am I not supposed to support my little sister?” he inquired. You went quiet.>> suprise! :D

“You can’t take that night off your head too, can you?” HE CAN'T EITHER AAAAAAAAAA

"You felt his breath touch the skin on your neck, and his fingers pulling your hair out of your shoulders." THE TENSION AAAA PLEASE

THE DOOR WAS OPEN🎉

"As soon as Jason closed the door behind him, you pushed him against the wall, frantically searching for his lips and finding it in a desperate, needy kiss. " YEAAAAAA

<<“Someone is eager,” he joked.>> SHUT UP KSKSKSKSS

"you felt the warmth of Jason’s seed filling you up, and your mind freaked out for a brief moment before it was clouded again once he forcefully turned you around and tackled you in another kiss." AAAAAAA

Suddenly the room is hot all over😪

"As you tried to steady your breath, Jason left pecks on your lips, cheeks, and eyes. God damn it, he loved your fucked out face, he loved you post sex glow."🛐

<<“You’re just a fuck boy,” you screamed and he stopped in his tracks. “If you think I’d waste my fucking time in a lowlife like you, you’re just fucking wrong!” you spat out.>> uh oh

'"they hurt Jason more than he’d like to admit. It felt like something broke inside his chest, the shattered glass of what once was his heart." NOOOOO

"Those were the words that hurt you the most to hear. Not because they were new, but because you’d been told that countless times, to the point you actually believed it." oh:(

"A single tear fell from your eye as you stared blankly at your bathroom door. You were curled up on the floor, hugging your knees against your chest, waiting for those damned three minutes to be over." OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING

"Pregnant." AAAAAAAAA

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢𝐢 ; 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader

summary: since your last encounter, jason has been living rent free in your head. you didn't want to, you needed more, and more found you in an unexpected way.

rating: 18+ (MDNI)

word count: 7,6k warnings: yn's dirty thoughts, sex, p in v, language, breast play,

a/n: i got lazy and gave up proof reading (again). i also got too excited and ended up writing a lot more than planned, but hey, i got to watch 'the devil wears prada' to write this, so it's a win!! Hope you enjoy it and see you in chapter four.♡♡♡

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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“And the Blades are offside! Still no score here in Seattle, as the Gotham Blades and the Kraken face off in…” announced the caster excitedly, the game going on without Yn paying a dime of attention.

Sunday blues had gotten to you. Following an unusually chilly summer night, rain came pouring down just as you’d arrived home, covering the entire city in a dome of dullness and melancholy. Laying on your stomach, the living room darkened by the closed blinds, and the game on tv a long forgotten past time, the images of the previous night still loomed in your head.

‘Why did you do it, Yn?’, was the question clouding your mind the entire day. ‘Why did you do it?’

Why did you allow yourself to go to bed with the guy you despised? Why did you have those feelings in the first place? It was confusing. Everything about Jason was confusing. You never liked each other, and yet he’s all sweet and nice to you all of a sudden. He’s taking you to the hospital. He’s making sure you’re not alone. He takes you home, makes you food in the middle of the night. All after being an asshole for the past two months.

Why did he change? When did he change? Was he always like that but you never paid attention to, or was it just a play, a trick he’s trying to pull in your mind? Is he trying to confuse you purposely, trying to play with your mind? He wouldn’t, would he?

It if wasn’t for the knocking on your door, you’d continue to torture yourself for the next few hours. Thoughts of Jason and his fucked up game flooding your mind. You heard the knocking again, groaning loudly, not wanting to leave the warmth of the sofa. But the sweet voice calling your name made you do it.

“Thank god, you’re alive!” Nessie sang, throwing her hands up in the air. Her words did not match her expression, however, painted in the most perfect mix of anger, worry and bad hangover. “Where were you?!” she asked, and you too repeated that same question at her.

“I looked for you all over the party!” you answered exasperated.

“Me too!” she informed. “I looked for you all over and Sammy said he saw you leaving with a guy behind you and that you were pissed drunk. I was fucking worried!”

“Sammy means bullshit,” you angrily replied, storming back to the sofa as you let your neighbor and friend close the door behind her, knowing full well this conversation would last long. You threw yourself on your previous seat, pulling your blanket over your legs and crossing your arms on your chest like a little child.

“So, you didn’t leave with a guy?” she questioned, one eyebrow raised at you and a concerned expression adorning her face. “I swear to God, Yn, and I’m not even religious. If anyone did anything to you, I swear I’ll…”

“We didn’t do anything!” you basically screamed, feeling as if the room conspired against you. You could feel the tears burning your eyes, threatening to fall out. You’d hoped you would be able to hide it. Leaving it a secret from the world could mean it was never real to begin with.

“So, there was someone?” she kept her eyes on you, sensing there was something more to it. Watching your usual polished self start to crumble into a nervous mess. You wanted to deny, gaslight your way out of this. But Nessie was smart, and she knew you. She could read all your signs and tell instantly none of your words spoke the truth.

There was nothing you could do. You were now on a crossroad where any direction, any ideas, wouldn’t take you anywhere. You had to spill it. “I couldn’t find you and Jason had helped me look…”

“Jason the hot guy you were pining after?” she cut you off, her face suddenly changing from concern to slightly but mild excitement.

“I was not pining after anybody!” you argued, trying once more to clear her mind out of these stupid ideas. “He was helping me look for you, and since you weren’t anywhere to be found he took me to his apartment because he was worried about leaving me alone, okay? He was nice and sweet, but nothing else happened. Nothing!”

Nessie sat silently beside you on the sofa, staring at you blankly while she absorbed all the information you ‘d thrown at her. Under your breath, you prayed she’d stop there, that she’d be satisfied with your answer. Unfortunately, God didn’t hear your prayers. “Nothing?” she whispered, a knowing smirk appearing in her face.

You had to let out a scream, muffling it with a pillow as you did not want anyone else trying to snoop in this mess of a situation. “Nothing,” you tried to argue once again, but her beaming smile and amused expression broke you all over, forcing your eyes to roll out in annoyance. “I basically threw myself on him.”

“Oh my god!” that bitch dared to be amused.

“I couldn’t keep my hand off of him, and we… w-we…” you trailed off, not wanting to finish your sentence, but your friend finished it for you. You fucked.

“Were you drunk?” she asked, a tinge of concern returning to her tone.

“I wish,”

“Was it that bad?” she wondered. “You’re acting like this is the end of the world, but you just had sex with the hot guy you were pining all over. What’s the big deal?”

“I was not pining over him!” you screamed again, and exasperatedly continued. “And what’s the big deal? He’s a biker gym rat who’s probably got no jobs or hobbies outside going to the gym. He’s covered in tattoos and probably uses tons of drugs, and guys like that could never be proper partners and will always lead you to trouble.”

“Gosh, you were planning your wedding then?” she blankly responded.

“What the fuck? No!” you were getting progressively irritated. It sounded that, to her, this all didn’t pass as more than a simple joke, not seeing the serious issue within it. “He’s just not the kind of guy I’d like to see myself mixed with. My parents warned me a-about guys like this…”

“Oh! So, this is about your parents then?” Nessie concluded, missing the point once more.

“It’s not about them!” you shook your head. You tried to come up with something, to continue your statement, but your mouth opened and closed without anything coming out of it. Sighing deeply, you felt your energy levels start to drain. “This always happens.”

Thinking back at countless similar situations, you watched your friend’s eyes turn softer. An awaiting glint in her eyes for the story to continue. “Every time I get upset over them, when they make me mad, I just… Explode? I go out and do something stupid, something that I know would piss them off, because…”

“You want them to explode?” she cut you, more an assumption than a question. “You want them to be just as mad at you?”

Combing your fingers through your hair, you stop and wonder. You let her words sink in, a lightness over being finally understood and finally understanding yourself overcoming you. It often scares you how well she knew and understood you with just a couple years of knowing each other, but maybe that was just the three semesters of Psychology lessons speaking.

“I always end up doing something stupid that I shouldn’t have done,” your voice softened a reply.

“So, you’re saying your parents were right, then?” she inquired once more.

“That’s not it, Nessie, I-I…” you stammered. “Oh my god, please let’s move on from this subject.”

By this point, you’d already messed up your hair from how much you had nervously combed your fingers through it. There was a small lump forming on your throat, and your hands were clasped on your face, shielding your eyes from your surroundings.

“So…” Nessie started. “Was he good?” Your head snapped quickly in her direction, eyes wanting to scold her but smile failing to do the same. Failing to hold corners of your lips, you allowed the smile to spread and rolled your eyes at her apparent enjoyment. “Was he big?”

You let out a snort at the inappropriate question, but filled her in. Mouthing a ‘thick’ back at her, she let her mouth hang open, closing her eyes in deep dirty wonder. ‘How much?’ she mouthed in return, and you scanned the room for something that could resemble his majestic girth, deciding upon signaling by holding your ankles with both your hands. Perhaps an exaggeration, but you’d let her sleep with that “lie” in mind.

Her mouth formed an ‘oh’, shocked at your response, and you could swear that just thinking about it was making you a little bit wet. You proudly nodded at her, perhaps too proud of it now. Proud of the incredible achievement of taking it all in.

“How big?” she bobbed one eyebrow up, challenging. You gave her a demonstration, placing your closed fists on top of each other. He wasn’t the biggest, but he compensated with girth. Gosh, stop thinking about him! “Lucky girl.”

“You wish,” you laughed.

“I definitely do now.”

It had been almost three weeks since you’d last seen him. Rearranging your entire schedule, you organized your new routine with the sole purpose of avoiding him at all costs. From the months you’d met him almost daily at the gym, you’d come to know what times he liked to train at: very early mornings, the start of the evening or just as the gym was about to close. Thus, making the process of building up a new schedule a lot easier.

Sure, it might’ve been a stretch to go this far to avoid him. And maybe your new routine was kind of terrible and actually sort of hindered your days. But those were measures you needed to take in order to keep yourself sane. You didn’t know what you’d do if you saw him again.

In fact, your days seemed to have gotten longer, as you spent more hours in traffic. However, the lack of Jason in your daily life seemed to have increased your happiness and tranquility. You didn’t have to worry about him being around you, ready to drop something on you at any moment. And living without his often sarcastic and teasing remarks was so less stressful. It felt like, for once, you could live your life without a shadow haunting your days.

Life at work was also simpler. Since your boss had decided that the American dating scene wasn’t for her, and instead started looking for a husband at different European social gatherings, she had been out quite often, spending her weekends away in Monaco, Paris or Milan, and missing many work days.

That left you with more time to write. It has always been your favorite thing to do, writing away your thoughts on a paper, even if it never made it out of your notebook.

Ideally, you wouldn’t be working as an assistant. But that was the best you could do after graduation, having to find a job quickly before your father dragged you out of Gotham definitely. It certainly wasn’t perfect, but it allowed you to keep in touch with the area you desired to work on. Even better, you got to watch the life of an editor in chief right in front of your eyes.

It was the middle of the week, the day passing by slowly as you walked left to right through different rooms and floors to get whatever your boss needed done before today’s shoot. With summer approaching its end, ideas for the upcoming fall issues were thrown around, and now Sandra, your boss, was dead set that she needed at least something done by the end of the week.

Packing up your things and throwing them into your messenger bag, you hurriedly walked out from behind your desk right as Sandra was passing by. Following her footsteps, you two made your way out of the tall and imposing building of Wayne Publications.

“Did you get the samples I asked for yesterday?” she questioned, head glued forward, not moving to look at you.

“Yes, I do in fact,” you replied, handing her the thin deep blue sketchbook. “I made a collage for each designer with the pictures, just as you’d asked. Gio Waters had given me some when I interviewed her, and Nadia and her sister emailed me their looks this morning.”

You explained the process as you two continued to walk, people moving away from the infamous Runway Magazine’s editor in chief. “The collection isn’t finished, but it’s really interesting, I think you’ll like it. Everything is in there. A-and… Arkham’s Neglect…”

“Arkham’s Neglect?” she wondered out loud, facing moving slightly to show you the corners of a raised eyebrow.

“They’re this 80’s punk, anarchist, counter culture, all of… that, inspired new brand. They think the name sets forward the message they want to spread,” you explained the unusual group you sure found interesting while interviewing.

“And that message is…?” she prolonged her question.

“Only God knows,” you exhaled. Stopping in front of the building, where a lavish black car was parked awaiting her entrance, she finally turned back to face you.

“Yn,” she called you softly. “If you want me to take your idea seriously, you have to make more effort than this.” The clicking sound of her heels ceased as she entered the car, the door left open for you to close and circle around the vehicle to enter from the other side.

Working for Sandra was like working for Miranda Priestly, only it was actually nice. It’d started working for her even before you graduated college, and although very… honest with her words, she was always kind enough to at least listen to your ideas once in a while.

So hearing that feedback from her was kind of heart shattering. She had finally given you an opportunity to write something, not just carry her things around and take her meeting notes. Write. And you had been working harder than ever in it, using all of your free time on preparing, planning and writing it.

The car ride was quiet for a while, as you tried to free your mind from the self doubt she’d cast upon you. Sandra typed rapidly on her phone, and by the smile on her face you knew she must have been texting her new Italian boyfriend. So, you waited till she was done typing, eyes leaving the screen to resume your talking.

“Ibra messaged earlier saying everyone was ready and waiting at the studio. Stephanie, the photographer Mr. Wayne recommended, was already set. He said they are ready to start as soon as we get there,” you finished with a gulp, and knowing you well, Sandra turned to look at you.

“And what?” she questioned, voice monotone.

“One of the male models bailed out last minute, ” you informed, her fingers snapping to pinch the bridge of her nose. “He said they were trying to find him.”

“Or a replacement,” she cut you off.

“A replacement, of course.”

Sandra simply nodded in response, and resumed her incessant typing. You prayed she wasn’t sexting with the guy again, and to avoid another embarrassment, focused your eyes on the damp streets of Gotham. Grabbing your phone, you messaged one of the other assistants at the studio to let them know you’d need to find someone else to fill the empty spot.

As you made your way to the glass doors of the studio, you watched the people inside frantically move around, readying themselves for the grand arrival of Sandra Bevilaqua. Upon setting her Louboutin clad feet in the room, they all stopped. The Sandra effect.

“Ibra!” she called out for her favorite art director, and a tall and slender man came out from behind a white set of curtains and walked to her, giving her a quick embrace before turning to you with a brief acknowledgement.

Then, Ibra and Sandra stepped away from you, deep in discussion about the photoshoot at hand, and you took that as your cue to stay back and have a small break after the incessant running being Sandra’s assistant took. You needed coffee anyway.

You scanned the room looking for the small table that usually contained tons of cups filled with nectar of the gods to the brim. Warm and delicious. Finding the table just in a corner, close to the industrial style floor to ceiling windows. By the table stood a girl not much younger than you, camera in hand, and stealing a few snacks that were also placed on it.

“They got this Brazilian thing, they call it coxinha, I think. You should try that one, they’re really good” you suggested, taking a large cup that had ‘macchiato’ written on it as she turned to see you, a beaming smile on her face.

“I already got some of them,” she laughed, pointing to the napkin tucked inside her jacked pocket filled with those little snacks, and you had to let out a giggle too.

While she continued her nibbling and picking at the snacks on offer, you distracted yourself with the not unusual studio, a place you’d come to know now fairly well since starting to work at Runway. A few models recognized you too, waving hello and moving on with their preparations.

Being part of this world was quite insane, to be honest. You grew up having to hide your magazines under your bed because according to your religious parents it taught young girls to be “depraved” and “promiscuous” and not “wife material”. When you got the opportunity to work for them, you had to lie, and you still did, telling your parents you worked for Gotham Times instead.

You were too lost in thinking, watching the traffic move down the street, that you forgot you still had some work to do.

“Yn,” one of the other assistants ran to you. “Have you found the replacement?”

“I told you to find it!” you whisper-screamed, not wanting people to know you still had problems in your hand.

“I thought you would do it. You said…”

“Find a new model,” you repeated your text harshly at her.

“I-I thought y-you just sent it to me to remember to do it later,” she told you. Fucking stupid girl, you wanted to scream out, because you had something around ten minutes to start the shoot and one model still missing. But you were once in her spot, and you knew how upset she’d get after.

So you took your coffee and planned to walk out of the room in search of a model, even if you had to beg people on the street to do it. However, you didn’t count on someone blocking your way out, nearly causing you to drop your coffee if he wasn’t fast enough to hold the cup for you.

“Careful there,” he smiled, but your face turned to a frown as soon as you recognized the dark hair and the sky blue eyes. “Hello, love. Didn’t let it spill on you this time,” Jason winked, trying to initiate a conversation, a smugness set on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you removed your cup out of his grip, and bumping on his shoulder, walked away. Beelining to the corridor, you pulled your phone out and proceeded to search for the several phone numbers you’d be calling for the next few minutes. As you tried to think of what to say, rehearsing the words in your head, the blue eyed man would flock in instead, slowing your work down tremendously. But you had bigger problems to solve.

As you had anticipated, for the past ten minutes you had your phone glued to your ear, having called dozens of different modeling agencies begging them to send you someone, something, to save you. However, the best they could give you was “We can try, but it’s too last minute”. Well, fuck them. Now, you were about to run into the streets and start begging people to model for a fashion magazine.

“Yn!” you heard the soft yet powerful voice of your boss calling. Running back inside, you spotted her chatting with Ibra in the middle of the room. “Have you found a replacement?” she asked as soon as you arrived beside her.

“Errm… The agencies said it’s too last minute to find someone,” you offered, already awaiting reprimand.

“How come… How are we supposed to start the shoot then? Ibra!” she called Ibrahim again, words starting to just jump out of her mouth, something she rarely did, but that only happened when she was truly exasperated.

“We can start shooting the other models until Yn…” here it comes. “... finds someone else to fill the spot, yah?” he looked at you, eyes begging you to comply, and you did so, nodding incessantly as Sandra smiled away, happy with the option presented by the art director.

With a deep breath, you took another look around, tried to find something to distract yourself for just a moment. Mind working at a high voltage, you felt like you needed to decelerate, to take one, two, three breaths till your mind could start working again. The stressful situation making you instantly uneasy.

Your distraction came in the form of the raven haired demon, chatting happily with the blonde photographer you’d spoken to earlier. It then came to you dozens of questions about that situation. Why was Jason here in the first place? You’d only ever found him at the gym and at parties, and you honestly didn’t know what the hell he did for work, but he certainly didn’t work at anything related to this. This was your job, you knew everybody. He was never around before, unless…

Unless he knew the photographer.

She was beautiful. Long blond hair, eyes as blue as his, and an enchanting smile even you couldn’t deny. Were they together? She did seem a lot younger, but it’d be just like the type of guy he is to go after fresh, young babes. Urg. You hated him. Were you one of his young babes? Were just a dumb little fuck?

Urg. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. Instead, you opted for burning holes in his head with your eyes, glued to the scene ahead of you. He was laughing, laughing, with her, like you were all a joke. If everything was… Stop, Yn. You won’t get mad at him. You won’t. But the ache in your heart told you otherwise.

“Yn?” Sandra snapped her fingers before your eyes, breaking you from your trance. “What are you doing? Have you figured it out already?”

“Hmmm… I’m still thinking,” you gave a half-assed reply. Your eyes lingered from her to the boy stuck in your head. And she must have been following your gaze, because her own head snapped to the two inappropriate flirts chit chatting on the corner. A bright smile forming on her red lips.

“Perfect,” she stated softly and took one step in their direction.

“Wait, no!” you screamed, pulling at her arm. “Jason isn’t a good idea.”

“You know him?” before you had the chance to fix your mess, she continued. “Have you seen him naked?”

You almost choked at her question, and could bet a million dollars your face must’ve turned red. “W-why would you think that? I don’t know him.” you lied, and she clearly saw through you, offering you a look adorned by her frowned eyebrows.

“You just told me his name, Yn. We’ll be needing him to pose shirtless for the shoot. We are, after all, doing a “Sculpted Bodies” issue. And he looks to be pretty muscular.” Taking her glasses from where they stood hooked to her neckline, she placed it on her nose to take a better look at the man in question, returning her walk in his direction. “Don’t tug at my arm again, you’re not my child and call Ibra to find this man a new outfit. Hey, you?”

She screamed, and like a magnet, all eyes were on the scene.

“Jason, isn’t it? Yn here told. We are in need of a new male model, would you go back there and change?” she let him no, offering him no other option.

“Jason can’t,” you tried to argue, and his eyes snapped to your frame.

“Why not?” he asked, smugness still prevailing on the way he talked to you. “I’d love to.”

“That would be an awesome idea,” the blonde photographer chimed in.

“Of course you think so,” you gave her a forced smile, holding yourself together to not roll your eyes in front of your boss. “He has work.”

“I do not,” he scoffed, looking you straight in the eyes.

“Perfect!” Sandra clapped. “Ibra honey, find this beautiful piece of man a new outfit.”

Turning around, Sandra walked away, the blonde photographer you didn’t even care to remember the name following suit, swaying her hips as she strolled on the wooden floor. Moving your face, you found Jason’s eyes still lingering on your, a dark smirk plastered on his face.

“Please, don’t,” you asked, almost begging if you weren’t too proud.

“Why?” his question was filled with amusement. “Your boss said it herself. I’m perfect.

“You’re ruining my day,” you hissed through gritted teeth. In an attempt to look intimidating, your closed wrists rested on your waist, but there was no way you could ever frighten Jason.

“Why? Can’t stand the sight of me for too long, love?” he now whispered dangerously close to your face. Hoarse voice making you shiver. “Didn’t think I’d noticed you avoiding me at the gym?”

“Someone here is paying a lot of attention to me, it seems,” you hit him back. You prayed no one around noticed your interaction, because they would see clearly that there was something going on between you two.

“I wasn’t the one staring, was I?” he deadpanned. If any of you moved an inch, your noses would be touching, and probably much else would follow. Gathering all your strength, you pulled back.

“Fuck you,” you whispered before moving away.

“Already did,” he bit back a smile, walking past you towards Ibrahim to go and get changed. His own hip swaying left to right as he walked, the movement hypnotizing you as he went.

Soon enough, all models were positioned on stage, barely sporting any clothes bar some thin skin toned underwear, transparent fabrics or one single piece of garment. Jason, in all his glory and toned chest, wore a pair of white boxer underwear that left evident the not so little friend he owned down there.

One makeup artist had bathed his chest with some kind of oil, sliding her dark blue nails over his entire torso. In clear fuck boy behaviour, a shadow of a smile loomed his face when he looked at her through his lashes. You felt a muscle on your jaw jolting at the interaction, deciding that you’d had enough, and would be much better off attending to something else.

You tried the coffee table, but not even a sweet macchiato could clear your mind of the man you fucked and wished would desintegrate. Through the corner of your eye, you dared to steal one more look at him, only to find his eyes already set on you. Even from afar, you noticed them darkening, changing their essence to something that left you uneasy. In desperate need of air.

Truth be told, this man rented a four story penthouse with three hundred bedrooms in your mind since the night you’d slept over at his. Occupying a space that once was free to help you function properly, but now, you were a horny mess 90% of the day. Yes, you touched yourself to his picture lingering in your memory countless times since that day. And each one of them made you feel better than the other.

However, none of them had you feeling as good as he had made you feel that night. None of them had his touches to drive you wild, or gave you the feel of his tongue on your nipples. None of them whispered dirty things in your ear. But more specifically, none of them made you come as much as he did in just one night.

Shaking those thoughts away, you averted your eyes from his and sat down on a puffer chair, watching the photoshoot with an empty head. The group shot was done, as Stephanie, as you remembered, dismissed the other models to start on the individual shots. And to no surprise of yours, she had Jason shoot first.

He posed and flexed his muscles to her loud cheers and claps, letting out laughs and hypnotizing smiles you found yourself hooked to. Their partnership was evident, as Jason understood her words and requests promptly, and you had to admit she seemed to know just which angles and positions he’d look hotter.

Sandra and Ibra watched the little show just attentively as you did, but you were sure the thoughts in your head never crossed theirs. Giving short jumps, and faking boxing punches, he turned the playful shoot into something more intense. His eyes, eyebrows and his whole demeanor change drastically, to now exuberate this dense, dark, sensual, almost pornographic, aura.

He lowered the hem of his underwear a bit, showing you the trail that had driven you crazy the last time you peered at it. Now, it was on full display to you, and you had to bite down at your lip to hold in the moan you wanted to let out. He turned around, showing you his back, with his side profile setting up what you already thought would be the perfect picture. You wondered if any of your marks could be seen on his back, if Stephanie could see them from up close.

Your breathing hitched, and you had to cross your legs and feel just a bit of friction there to pull yourself back together.

The music in the studio shifted. The dark, sexy tunes of The Weeknd turned into the more upbeat pop rock sound of SZA’s F2F, a surprise to you, given the feel and themes of the photoshoot, but something that totally spoke to you in this moment of your life.

You couldn’t take him out of your mind, you thought of him until you fell asleep. You wondered if he planned on making Stephanie the girl for tonight. Or worse, if he’d already done it, done her. It had been a while since that night, he wouldn’t take that long to find someone else to fuck like he did to you. Fuck like he fucked you.

The thought made you feel nauseous.

Just as the next line began, the sudden realization of your feelings hit you like a train. The need to be slammed against a wall, picked up and fucked like you would never need your legs again, justified by the light blue shade indicating your ovulating period on your tracker app. That explained everything, you thought, finding the only possible way you could ever be this crazy about a man.

When Miss SZA said ‘Now I’m ovulating and I need rough -’, that was it. No truer words were ever spoken. Just his presence was enough to make your thoughts incoherent, but having him doing all those poses and stares was driving you insane. Oh, how it sucked to be a woman in heat!

You didn’t realize you bit your lips until the silvery taste of blood hit your tongue, and you averted your eyes from him to instead stare at your own nails. Afraid that if your eyes lingered on him for much longer, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.

When Stephanie’s voice trapped your attention to something the distance didn’t let you decipher, you felt a tightness in your chest. A weird feeling of fear, anxiety and desire mix together, as Jason refocused his sight on you, walking slowly in your direction. His man tits bounced as he walked, perfectly muscled, and perfectly fit for the photoshoot.

Where were you with your head, you thought. There was no way Sandra would have ever listened to your nonsensical words, he was clearly perfect for that. His body was perfectly sculpted, as if he was handmade by Michelangelo himself, and perfectly decorated by his countless tattoos.

You assessed him. Up and down. Every inch, every single detail. Eyes lingering longer than you should, as he walked to you slowly. His eyes darker than you remembered, the bright blue turning deep. His body moved light, lighter than a feather it seemed, as if he glided instead of walk. Everything in him screamed godlike, and you licked your lips as your mouth seemed to dry. Still focused on you, he licked his own lip, making you feel…

Yn. What are you doing?

Breaking away from your thoughts, your eyes widened from the realization of what your mind was doing to you, rushing away from your. Out of the room, out of the building, out of here. You felt your heart race, speeding faster than a Formula 1 car. The air trapped in your lungs, making it harder to breath.

“Ouch,” you heard someone complain from behind you, as you closed the door without looking and sprinted towards one of the corridors. “Yn!” you heard his voice call, but you could not stop. Fuck, why is he here?

Taking a corner, you found a door leading to some outside area when Jason’s grip stopped you from taking any step further.

“What the fuck did I do to you?” he questioned bitterly. You had to roll your eyes at that. What haven’t you done?

You tried to remove yourself from his grip, but he was insistent. “What the fuck did you do to me?” you laughed sarcastically, finding amusement at his clueless question. “God you’re fucking infuriating.”

Turning around, you forced his hold off, but you were playing yourself if you ever thought you could fight him. You basically dragged him along, but in reality he didn’t move an inch. He was heavier and stronger than any weights you pulled at the gym.

“Oh, you leave my apartment like a mad woman. Did everything so you wouldn’t have to face me for weeks and tried to sabotage a job opportunity, and I am the one who’s infuriating?” he spat out. His face getting red from anger.

“Haha, you were not even supposed to be here!” you spat in return.

“Oh, so am I not supposed to support my little sister?” he inquired. You went quiet.

His sister. His fucking sister. How stupid were you. “You’re ruining my job,” you tried to find an argument. Something to fight him back.

“I saved your job right there!” His eyes grew large, burning into yours. He wasn’t wrong, but he also wasn’t particularly right.

“Let me go! You’re hurting me,” you nearly cried out, wanting to flee this situation desperately. He let you go, and in his eyes, for the brief moment you dared to look in them, you found a shadow of guilt.

With heavy footsteps, you made a beeline to the door, feeling the lump on your throat tightening.

“You can’t take that night off your head too, can you?” he voiced, and you had to stop. He was thinking of it too, all this time. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself down. Swans, rainbows, blue ice cream, new skin care products. Anything good thoughts to take him, this, out of your brain.

“You’ve been thinking of it all day. All night,” he continued, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You felt him behind you, a looming shadow above your small frame. “My lips on your neck. Your nipples,” he said, fingertips gracing your exposed arms. “My fingers inside you.”

Your eyes were closed. Picturing every scene, every word that left his mouth. He was right, you couldn’t shake him off your mind, but so couldn’t he. He was just as much stuck on it as you. You was just as much in his mind and he was in yours. Just as pathetic.

You felt his breath touch the skin on your neck, and his fingers pulling your hair out of your shoulders. “Me ripping you apart,” he whispered, voice carrying so much lust you had a hard time holding up.

You didn’t.

Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you noticed his heavy breathing. His oily chest rising and falling, almost touching your back. So close you felt the bulge in his underwear sliding against your bum. Beside you, you found a door.

Then, you made a promise. If the door was locked, you would leave him there, you would not look back. You’d forget everything and anything about Jason. However, if it was open…

It was. Opening into a small and empty room, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. And then, looking at him from over your shoulder, you begged for confirmation. You begged him to say he felt it too. That he needed it too.

Bobbing his head to the side, he motioned towards the opened room, telling you to get in. You did.

As soon as Jason closed the door behind him, you pushed him against the wall, frantically searching for his lips and finding it in a desperate, needy kiss. You needed him, you were starving for him. You needed his lips, you needed the air in his lungs. His breath, his warmth, his hands all over your body. You needed every single piece of him he had to offer, because he’d been in your head all week long, making you mad, deconcentrated, a mess. And he needed to pay for all that.

Spinning you two around, Jason had you pinned against the wall. Your legs didn’t waste time before wrapping around his waist, and it took him no effort to find a place for his hands on your ass, holding you up and close. You kissed ferociously, hungrily. Your tongues battled each other, struggling for power. Your fingers at the nape of his neck tugged at the hairs and he moaned inside your lips. Just like the last time.

But unlike last time, you did not have time to waste.

Pulling his dick out of his underwear, you let your legs go from his waist to take off your jeans. “Someone is eager,” he joked.

“Shut up!” you snapped, bringing him back for another deep kiss. He stroked his penis and you could feel his hands moving close to your belly. Your naked ass hit the cold stone wall, and your body jolted a little. Pulling at your waist, Jason had you bent over a desk in no time.

He tickled your folds with his head, but your hands on his wrist told him you were not playing today. He slammed inside of you with no second thoughts, and you almost let out a scream if it wasn’t for his mouth slapping on your lips. You felt your insides burn, his girth ripping you open as he slammed his dick in and out of you with speed. His calloused hand smacked against the soft skin of your ass, letting out a loud sound around the room. You nearly cried, body shaking as the skin burned where he had hit.

The smell of sex filled the room, as the sound of him hammering against your juices echoed on the walls. Jason started grunting behind you, his throat releasing feral sounds that had you hitting your high in less than a minute. Not much later, you felt the warmth of Jason’s seed filling you up, and your mind freaked out for a brief moment before it was clouded again once he forcefully turned you around and tackled you in another kiss.

Sitting on the desk, you brought him closer by his penis, pulling it in yourself and starting to grind against his crotch. Jason let a laugh vibrate through your body, mouths still tangled together, holding tightly at your thighs and thrusting hard inside of you. He slid a hand inside your shirt, taking one of your breasts out of your bra and pressing it so hard a tear formed in your eye.

Whatever the hell you two were doing now felt incredible. Your mind was starting to go numb again, and the tightness you’d feel minutes earlier had already returned. You let out a few cries in Jason’s mouth, as his teeth picked at your bottom lip, making sure you’d leave here with them red and swollen.

He didn’t care if anyone notice you’d just fuck. He wanted to parade it around. The thought of everyone knowing he had you all fuck over in an empty room making his release shoot within you once again. However, he didn’t stop until he felt you wall clenching around him, milking all he had left as your own milk slid through your legs.

As you tried to steady your breath, Jason left pecks on your lips, cheeks, and eyes. God damn it, he loved your fucked out face, he loved you post sex glow. He loved…

You search for his lips. They were warm, and without them you felt cold. You felt him moving out of you, and the emptiness afterwards. He resumed his little pecks on your lips after he’d put his penis back inside his underwear, handing you yours to put back on. You took them, but instead of putting them on, let it hand over his shoulders and you pulled him into a deeper kiss.

This one, though, was passionate. Slow, careful. It made your stomach spin, and the butterflies get busy in your core. It was good, and you wanted to be in it forever. You wanted to…

No! A voice screamed in your head, and you pushed him away immediately. You do not have feelings for Jason. You do not.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jason asked, a hand on his lower lips taking you to the bite you’d just given it.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?!” you screamed exasperated, putting your pants back on. “You are what’s wrong with me, Jason. You!”

“Me?! You’re the one who threw yourself on me,” he threw his hands up in defeat.

“After you kept putting things in my head…”

“Me? I keep… What the fuck do you have in that fucking head?” he cut you before losing his temper. You were truly something incredible.

“A brain. Something you lack, perhaps,” you replied harshly. “You keep making me do these stupid things.”

“I didn’t make you do anything, you know it well,” he stated, hands hanging on his hips, looking at you as if you'd just gone mad. Perhaps you really had. “Stop acting like an innocent little angel, because you’re nothing of it. Nothing!”

You let your mouth hang open, flabbergasted that he dared to say something like that. You know you were no angel, but he was completely missing the point. “That’s not it!”

“And what is it then?” he inquired, anger painting his face red once more.

“You’re just a fuck boy,” you screamed and he stopped in his tracks. “If you think I’d waste my fucking time in a lowlife like you, you’re just fucking wrong!” you spat out. The words had left your mouth before you could properly think of them, emotions taking over your thinking process. But they were out, and they hurt Jason more than he’d like to admit. It felt like something broke inside his chest, the shattered glass of what once was his heart.

“You’re the one who acts like a stupid spoiled bitch,” he returned, soon regretting it. Your eyes filled with water, and some tears fled without your consent. Those were the words that hurt you the most to hear. Not because they were new, but because you’d been told that countless times, to the point you actually believed it.

Opening the door with rage, you ran out of the room and stomped your way outside of the building. A single tear sliding down your face, the effort you put to keep the others in taking inimaginable strength.

When you got to the reception, the other assistant from earlier noticed you coming her way. “Yn,” she called worriedly.

“Tell Sandra I’m heading out. I’m feeling sick.”

The cold wind welcomed you outside, forgetting everything you’d left in the studio to head home. You wanted to fall to the ground, curl up in a ball and cry your eyes out. Never have you felt this upset and frustrated. And it wasn’t even Jason’s fault. So you arrived home, threw yourself on the sofa, and allowed the tears to fall.

A single tear fell from your eye as you stared blankly at your bathroom door. You were curled up on the floor, hugging your knees against your chest, waiting for those damned three minutes to be over.

You were late. Weeks late. And anxious thoughts were starting to take over. You would be fucked. Your parents would kill you. It would ruin everything. You were too young, and you were just starting your career. It just can’t be happening. There was no way you could do it on your own. That was not part of the plan.

The lump in your throat only got tighter. Counting the seconds desperately, you missed the count dozens of times, but you were sure the wait was now over.

Forcing yourself to stand up, you take slow steps to your sink. Getting the white and blue stick in your trembling hands, you couldn’t bring yourself to look. Too afraid of the reality it could bring you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Red eyes, puffy cheeks. You don’t even remember brushing your hair today. Taking a deep, prolonged breath, you take a look down. The eight letters showing on screen scaring you shitless.

Pregnant.

Oh, fuck!

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fluffy-lee-boa · 3 years ago

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[starts shaking like a wet chihuahua] FOR THE FICLETS … eddie playing w his rats on stream bc he’s a loser and U Know Exactly What Happens (yes this is inspired by the art u reblogged) . stupid idiot has to cut the stream off early bc it’s very hard to keep up with the evil voice when you’re giggling and wiggling around like a little worm

AAAAAAA this idea is so cute 😭 Edward’s Rats My Beloveds…..

hope you like what a whipped up real quick! small warning for mentions of his past/present/pretty much the usual edward nashton deal but also very fluffy because i’m woobifying him 24/7 365 <3

“Yeah, I know a lot of you were pretty gung-ho about the wireless detonators, but I think in this case it’s best to stick with the usual electronic. Considering the plan as it stands now, they might have my computers by the time the clock strikes, so we need do it the old fashioned way. Not that the GCPD has any technical knowledge, I’m just being precautious. They’re also… incredibly expensive.”

Edward was currently standing in his usual filming corner, his burner phone propped up against his overflowing bookcase as he spoke to his invisible audience. He leaned in to read off the live chat, making comments here and there as he waited for more people to join so they could officially get started. He’d usually have a small audience in the moment, at most 100 people, though the views of past streams would rise over the course of the day while he was out working.

He was in full Riddler garb, of course, though the voice changer wasn’t necessary for a community stream like this. He felt a little safer with these anonymous commenters, despite all of them being strangers to him. He knew they had to be smart if they could riddle their way through his scattered clues across social media, and they most likely supported him or else these videos would have leaked long ago.

“Thank you for the donation, KingOfTheJokerz, uh- Yes, I actually did get that enclosure for the rats since they chewed through the old box. It was a little expensive, but they need to be ready to play their part when the time comes, right? Their minds will have to be sharp, and that requires space to move around.” Ed disappeared off screen for a moment, before coming back into frame with a cage in his arms.

The small rodents inside seemed intrigued by the attention, a few moving to sniff at the glove of the hand that carried them back to the table in front of the camera. They squeaked softly, nosing at each other once Edward moved back to the center. Even under the mask, he looked proud of himself.

“You know,” he intoned, “When I was young, I hated these guys. Living in the slums of this dark, desolate city, sleeping in tattered beds, they used to bite at me. All night. There wasn’t a year that went by that I didn’t need to have at least one rabies shot, and even then there were many times In lucky to have survived without any medical attention. But… The Batman, he showed me that I could use that fear. Control it. I’ve learned that these rats, they’re not so different from you and I. They’re desperate.”

With that, he turned and set the cage on a nearby table, gently unlatching the gate and reaching in to bring out his favorite of the bunch. It was a small, gray specimen. Probably the youngest. It crawled into his palm and gladly allowed the killer to remove him from the huddle and shut the gate closed once more.

“This is Hush.” He once again turned to the camera, showing off the rat in his hands, “He’s incredibly intelligent. He’s the fastest at finishing the prototype mazes, he’s going to do great things.”

‘Hush’ looked up at him, his nose twitching as he observed the masked man.

A small ding signaled that there had been another donation, this time the comment read ‘Will you be keeping them after they’ve done their job?’

Edward furrowed his brow, suddenly feeling a little bit sad about it all, “Thanks, GCitySiren, but you’re probably not going to like the answer. Even if the plan goes off without a hitch, which it will, I’ll be behind bars for what very well may be the rest of my life for cleansing this place of the filth like Colson. I suppose I could have a talk, with the Batman, once we meet in person. He could probably have their living accommodations arranged. Maybe if I’m lucky Batman will break me out himseLF-! HUSH-!”

His last exclamation had come out as more of a yelp, as while he was busy dreaming of the future, the rat had rather comically disappeared into his sleeve. He huffed, at first merely annoyed by it all, “Hm. He must think my jacket is another maze to solve. Maybe I’ve been overworking him- Whoahahaoa-“

He slapped a hand over his mouth when he realized that he was in a lot more trouble than he’d originally thought. Because honest to god, that little rodent crawling up his arm and pushing around in the dark with its snout tickled. A lot.

The embarrassing reactions only vamped up as Hush made his way all the way up to where Ed’s sleeve met his torso, the whiskers like tiny feathers all along his skin. The first hiccups giggled slipped through, and he was honestly grateful his face was entirely hidden as he tried to cover it up with a cough.

“U-Uh… one second. I think he’s in my SWEATER,” Edward’s voice lurched when the swipe of a tail was felt in his underarm, though he did his best not to struggle or move as he was terrified of hurting the poor thing. He whispered a curse before quietly admonishing, “Hush, get OUHOUT! Ah-! Out of theHERE RIHIGHT NOW!”

The Riddler himself stumbled back into the wall behind him, slowly sliding down as he fell into a pile of childish giggles. It hadn’t exactly been fair- Even if his death spot was thankfully not anywhere on his torso, the scurrying over his ribs and between the dips overloaded his senses pretty quickly on account of his unused he was to such things. Plus he felt so utterly helpless, with all those eyes on him yet no one around to help.

He reached up to make sure his mask and glasses were secure, his boots scuffling on the floor as he continued to fall apart. His laughter was pretty much the opposite of what one might assume from the get up and the murderous intentions. He sounded like a fairy, or the jingle of a tiny bell. The opposite of threatening.

When Hush stopped for a moment to sniff around, it gave The Riddler a brief moment of clarity to fully comprehend how embarrassing this was. He scrambled to his feet, stammering out something about technical difficulties as he rushed to grab his phone and end the stream. Though he only made it a few steps before he curled in on himself, trying to shield his stubbornly sensitive belly despite the threat being under the fabric, gently nibbling at him now that he was up and moving again. His cutesy laugh returned almost immediately, and he shook himself out like a doll trying to get the rat to stop.

This time though, he managed to stay on his feet, and after quite a bit of frantic worm-like movements and titters, he staggered over and quickly pressed the exit button, not even glancing at the comments in fear of getting anymore red in the face. Once he was sure he would no longer be heard, his laughter bubbled forward like a dam had been broken, and he quickly fell back to the ground and lay there like a starfish to avoid injuring Hush.

“EEHE- HuhuHUHUSH please-! You’re embarrassing meeeeEEE!” he wheezed out between chirping laughter, pounding his fists on the floor.

After what felt like hours of fumbling and ticklish squirming, his managed to unbutton his jacket and wiggle out of his sweater, the rat simply settling down in the dip of his collar once he was aware he was caught. Even then, Ed had to regain his breath before he could remove Hush from his persons, and for a minute more he felt intermittent licks at his cheek.

“Ok, ok I love you too,” he huffed as he finally sat up, taking Hush back into his hands to cradle him.

He looked over and noticed his phone had fallen nearby, and after a bit, curiosity got the better of him. He quickly got Hush back into his cage before opening his phone again to read the chat he’d left behind.

And yes, somehow he did get even more red.

#ticklish!edward nashton #tysm for the ask!!

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the-peak-of-despair · 4 years ago

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Mondo Owada x Reader nervous to talk to him

zoeyp03 said: Heya, Mod Akane! I read some of your writing so far and I love it a lot! Also I was wondering if you could write something with Mondo and a fem! reader who's just small and easily flustered, but also ray of sunshine that has a hard time talking to boys, but somehow gathers up the courage to talk to him? I'm sorry if it's too specific, but thanks for your attention and good luck with the blog!

AAAAAAA I loved this ask so much!! Thank you!! I tried my best to stay in character! Also, wingman Chihiro rights -Mod Akane

“There he is, come on, you can do this (Y/N)!” Chihiro cheers quietly, as you both peek around the corner to see Kiyotaka and Mondo talking.

“Aah- But he’s with Taka-” You begin to protest silently, looking over at Chihiro. He points back to the seen, where you promptly witness Mondo and Taka wave each other goodbye, and Taka walks away. “Frick.”

Chihiro giggles as you watch Mondo lean against the lockers behind him and pull out his phone, scrolling through whatever Mondo scrolled through on his phone. “Come on, you got this!”

You double back around the corner, leaning against the wall out of sight. “Gaah, I’m gonna mess it up, I know it! I’ll l-like fall on my face cause I’ve done that before- it is not a long fall-” You bury your face in your hands as you continue to ramble.

“Woah, breathe.” Chihiro reassures you, gently taking hold of your wrists. “You’re okay, I promise! Come on, this isn’t like you, you got this!” He gives you a big smile, always a reassuring thing. “Mondo’s my good friend! He doesn’t mind, he’s just a bit of a tough guy.”

You try to give him a small smile back. “Y-Yeah.. I got this! I-I can do this.”

“I’ll be cheering you on from here, the whole time.” Chihiro smiles, as you drag yourself off the wall and turn to walk around the corner. Though, you are quickly cut short of doing this of your own steps when Chihiro gives you a surprisingly strong nudge towards Mondo. You didn’t fall or anything, shockingly, and he had an ‘oops, was that too hard?’ face, but he smiled and gave you a thumbs up as you put on a fake confidence and approached Mondo.

“H-Hey Mondo!” You cheer, looking up at him. Jesus christ, how tall was this man? This absolutely gangly tree of a man. A really, really buff and nice looking tree..

I’m gonna stop with that metaphor right now. It’s getting weird.

“Huh?” He looks up from his phone- or down, really, considering how short you were, and sets it in his pocket. “Oh. (Y/N), right?” He asks, his voice rough as always. Dear lord, you’re gonna faint.

“Ahaha- yeah!” You smile up at him and clasp your hands together. “I-I-I had just been wondering, w-well- uhm- I uh-” You glance back at Chihiro, who gives you a big thumbs up.

Mondo raises a curious brow. “Well?”

Okay, don’t panic, you got this, you got this! “I-I had just w-wondered if you w-wanted to h-hang out sometime?” You asked nervously. “I-Ijustthoughtyou’rereallycoolandChihirotalksaboutyoualotsoreallywantedtohangoutandIgotreallynervousbutI-” You start talking really fast, so fast I got too lazy to add spaces. Mondo’s face seems to be going red.

“Woah, woah woah woah!” He seems to be getting a bit louder.. “S-Slow down!”

You take a deep breath. “I-I’m j-just really good friends with Chihiro and he talks about you a-all the time so I-I-I wanted to m-meet you and h-hang out c-cause I thought you were cool!” Okay, that was only partially a lie. Admittedly, you hung out with Chihiro basically whenever he wasn’t with Mondo or Makoto. So he talked about Mondo all the time. And then you may or may not have started growing a crush from a far on the biker, and now we’re in this situation.

You turn back to Chihiro again, who was grinning even wider. You got this, (Y/N), you have Chihiro with you..

“S-So you wanted to meet me and hang out c-cause of Chihiro?” He asks, face getting red as he starts scratching behind his neck. Is it me, or is he getting progressively louder…?

“Y-Yeah- I don't know I-If you w-wanna like g-go hang out at the c-cafeteria s-sometime or-” You begin stuttering even more. Oh dear god, you didn’t think this part through. Frick. Frack.

“Y-YEAH! T-That works! I-I gotta go-!” Mondo got incredibly loud, then ran off…

You turn back to Chihiro, a bit of confusion in your eyes as you tilt your head. He rounds the corner and shrugs.

“I’ll ask him to work it out.” Chihiro smiles.

“....Does this mean I did it? Like, I-I actually did it?” You perk up, trying to mentally fathom the interaction you had.

“Yeah!” Chihiro cheers, excitedly holding his fists up and shaking them around, incredibly excited for you.

“...WOOOO! I did it, I did it! I talked to Mondo!” You scream excited, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Ahah, you did it, (Y/N)!” Chihiro grins. “I knew you could do it!”

#mondo owada #mondo owada x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa thh #danganronpa x reader #x reader #mod akane #zoeyp03 #chihiro fujisaki #kiyotaka ishimaru #trigger happy havoc #i tried so hard to not make a butter joke

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sevenchan-translation · 4 years ago

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Narration:And now, back to Earthworm Jim!

そして今、アースワームジムのお話に戻りましょう！

Trapped in an unbreakable cheesy grip, Jim as at the mercy of the razor sharp claws of Evil the Cat.

ジムは壊れないチーズの罠にハメられ、イビルザキャットの鋭い爪になすがままにされてしまいます。

Cat:I shall have, THE BOOK! And with it I shall destroy the universe!

私は本を手に入れる。そしてそれをもって宇宙を破壊する！

Peter:That'll hold them for a minute, Good thing we reenforced the door after that incident with the old lady from UNICEF.

これで少しは持つかな。ユニセフのおばさんの件の後でドアを補強しておいて良かった。

Must cut the cheese!

チーズをカットしなきゃ！

Come on, COME ON!

Jim, what should I do?

ジム、何か出来ることはある？

Jim: Still... weak... from cheese...

まだチーズで弱ってるよ…

Peter, Evil is... a cat.

The evil most cat in the universe to be sure. A cat, the likes of whom we won't see again!

But still... a cat...

ピーター、あいつは猫だ。

確かに宇宙の中で最も邪悪な猫だ。あんな猫には二度とお目にかかれないくらいにな！

しかし…結局猫だ…

You must call for help from.. your canine brethren.

助けを呼んでくれ、君の犬の仲間たちに。

Peter: It's been a long time since I've spoken dog, but I'll try!

犬語を話すのは久しぶりだけど、やってみるよ。

Cat:Here, let me try!

ここは私に任せてくれ。

Rat: Ow!

Akk!

Cat:Foolish dogs! I could destroy you with a foot.

愚かな犬どもめ、この足で破壊してくれる。

AAAAAAAAAAA!!!

AAAAAAA!!

Rat:We go home fast fast now boss? Henchrat going to miss his self naturalization workshop!

ボス、もっと早く帰れない？ヘンチラットは、移住するための講習会に顔を出せなくなっちゃう！

Cat:No my mindless rodent lackey, I have a plan!

だめだ、お前は私の愚かな齧歯類の下僕だ。計画があるんだ。

Narration: Later, our heroes have an unexpected visitor!

その後、我らがヒーローたちの元に予想外の訪問者が訪れました。

Jim: Were you expecting an unexpected visitor?

君は予想外のお客さんが来るのを予想していたか？

Peter: How can they be unexpected if I expect them?

予想していたのに、どうして予想外になるのさ？

Jim: Enough of this witty banter, I'll get the door!

このウィットに富んだ会話はたくさんだ。俺がドアを取る！

Cat: Oh boohoo and woe is me, I am a small child and not a cat.

I am so bored and wish I had some amusing book which to entertain myself with.

Did I mention, I'm not a cat?

ぐすんぐすん、あぁとても悲しい。

私は小さな子供です、猫ではありません。

とっても退屈しています、何か面白い本でもあれば自分を楽しませることができるのになぁ。

私は猫ではないと言いましたよね？

Jim: Poor suffering tyke.

Wahahaha! Wahahaha!!

Your piteous tale has touched my heart!

My mind reels back to my own sad childhood, The horrible damp borrows, the constant hunger for decaying vegetation, And the crows! THE TERRIBLE, STUPID CROWS!!!

Wahhhh!!!

苦しみあえぐ哀れな子供よ、君の痛ましい話は俺の心に響いた。

俺の心も、自分の悲しい子供時代に戻っている。

恐ろしい無責任な借金、植物は腐って飢えに苦しみ、そしてあのカラス。

残酷で愚かなカラスども！！

Cat: Just give me the book, you fathead.

その本を寄越してくれれば良いんだよ、マヌケ。

Jim: Oh, right. Sorry.

あぁ、わかった。ごめんよ。

Cat: HAHAHAHAHA!!

Now, Foolish worm! I shall destroy the universe!

さーて、愚かなミミズさん、宇宙を破壊してさしあげます。

Jim: Kids are so advanced today, Not more than 3 and already he's out to destroy the universe.

最近の子供は進んでるな。3歳にも満たないのに、もう宇宙を破壊しようとするんだから。

Grrk!

By the Great Worm Spirit, who's mighty bristles strike the hammer blows of justice! AFTER HIM!!

偉大なるミミズ魂の強大な剛毛のハンマーを、正義の名の下に味合わせなければならない。奴を追うんだ！！

Narration: And so, Jim pursues Evil, through the vast inky void of space.

そしてジムは悪を追い、この広く暗い宇宙の中を進んでいきます。

Jim: Eat Dirt, detestable nemesis of virtue!

イートダート！悪事以外取り柄のない、憎き宿敵よ。

Cat: We must have more speed!

もっとスピードを出せ！

Rat: I cannot do it captain, she'll not take the strain! (Said like a Star Trek character)

(スタートレックのキャラクターのように。)

それはできません船長、機体への負担が大き過ぎます。

Cat:Why are you taking like that?

何だその喋り方は？

Rat: Hmm... Henchrat not know.

うーん。ヘンチラットもわかんない。

OW!

Cat: Forget it! Man the fur ball torpedoes!

忘れるな、毛玉魚雷砲員、配置につけ！

Jim&Peter: Aah! Aaah!!

Peter: Jim, what's that?

ジム、あれは何？

Jim: The most horrible peril in all the universe!

全宇宙の中で最も恐ろしく危険なものだ！

Peter:A gym teacher?

体育の先生は？

Jim: Ok, second most horrible peril. A BLACK HOLE!!!!

OK、その次に怖いもの、ブラックホールだ！！

Narration:Our heroes fall inexorably toward the second most horrible peril in the universe, a black hole.

我らがヒーローは、宇宙で2番目に恐ろしく危険なブラックホールへと容赦なく落ちていきます。

Peter: I need time to fix the rocket!

ロケットを修理する時間をちょうだい！

Jim: I'll solve this problem with my 4 Hyper-Intelligent brains!

俺の超博識な4つの脳で解決してやる！

Jim’s Brain: I'm Hungry. I'm Cold! I'm Itchy! Where are the girls?

お腹すいた！寒いよ！痒いよ！女の子はどこ？

Jim: Ohhh....kay, When all else fails, START BLASTING! HAHAHAHA!!

うまくいかないときは、撃ちまくるんだ！ハハハハハ！！

EAT DIRT, INSUFFERABLE SPACE ANOMALY!!

イートダート！耐え難き宇宙の特異点め。

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Peter: Jim, we're slowing down!

Your gun's blasts have the same charge as the particles around the black hole's radius. WE'RE BEING ELECTROMAGNETICALLY REPELLED!

ジム、減速してるよ！

君の銃は、ブラックホールの周りを放射状に広がっている粒子と同じ電荷量を持っているんだ。

僕らは電磁力を��用して反発し合っているんだよ！

Jim’s Brain: Huh? Huh? Huh? Girls?

は？は？は？女の子？

Peter: Never mind, just keep blasting!

気にしないで撃ち続けて！

Jim:If you say so little buddy.

坊や、君がそう言うならば。

Ahahahahaha!!

Peter: Way to go Jim!

I'll have the rocket fixed soon!

頑張れジム！

僕もすぐに修理を終わらせるよ！

Jim: Good! we must find that treacherous cat!

よし！あの裏切り者の猫を探さないとな！

Peter: and save the universe!

そして宇宙を救うんだね！

Jim: Oh heck with the universe! I want my book back!!

I loved Fuzzy Wuzzy like a brother!

宇宙なんかどうでもいい！俺の本を返してくれ！！

俺はあの本を兄弟のように愛してきたんだ！

Cat: Just as the proper note can shatter a glass, so can the proper sound shatter the universe!

The sound of the shriek made by the reeking beast found on Malodorlin 6!

Every beast must make the sound at once in order for it to work!

The beast will make the proper sound when they see... a fondue fork.

適切な音色でガラスを粉砕できるのと同じように、適切な音で宇宙も粉砕できる。

その音は悲鳴のように甲高く、マロドリン6で発見されたリーキングビーストから発せられる。

全ての獣が一斉に音を発さなければならない。

獣はフォンデュフォークを見て適切な音を発する。

Of course, it's so obvious...

Quick, to the Malodorin system!

勿論、まぁ言うまでもないが…

急げ、マロドリンへ行く準備をしろ！

Jim: If only I could remember what was on that page after The Pudgy Wudgy Hippo!

ああ、ぷにぷにカバちゃんの次のページに何が書いてあったか思い出せれば…！

We might know where Evil has gone! Come on brains do your stuff!

イビルザキャットがどこへ消えたか分かるのに！脳みそ、何か思い出してくれ！

Peter:Wait! One thing can jog even the most stubborn memory, The hideous smell of the reeking beast.

待って、どんなに頑固な記憶でも呼び覚ませるものがあるよ。

リーキングビーストの嫌な臭いさ。

Jim: Quick, to the Malodorin system!

急いでマロドリンへ向かわねば！

Narration: On Malodorin 6, Evil sets up a hologram device to project a vast fondue fork in the sky.

マロドリン6では、イビルザキャットが空に巨大な��ォンデュフォークを映し出すホログラム装置を設置しています。

Cat: Hehehe, Now I shall destroy the universe!

へへへ、今、私は宇宙を破壊する！

Rat: Hehehe!

What we do then boss?

それでその後はどうするの？ボス。

Cat: Hmm... I hadn't really thought about it actually.

Gloat I suppose, cackle wickedly amid the ashes sort of thing?

実は、一度も考えたことが無かったな。

灰の中で意地悪くほくそ笑むといったところかな？

Jim: Hwoo!! Oohh!! Smmm!!

Smell overwhelming! Hoo!

臭いが覆い尽くしている！

Peter: You think you've got it bad? You don't even have a nose!

君は臭いと思えるの？鼻すらないのに！

Jim: Whoo!

Must get closer!

Must be strong!

もっと近づかなくては！

臭いが強くなっていく！

Peter: Ooogh! The smell, I gotta get outta here!

うわー！臭いよ、ここから出たい！

Hurry Jim! I can't stand it!

急いでジム！我慢できないよ！

Jim: It's working, I'm remembering...

I REMEMBER! The reeking beast!

やってるよ、思い出しているんだ…

思い出した！リーキングビーストだ！

Peter: How could you forget them!!!

逆にどうやって忘れてたのさ！！！

Jim: That's how you destroy the universe! You get all the reeking beasts to see a fondue fork!

IT'S SO OBVIOUS! And it means, Evil must be here!

それが宇宙を破壊する方法なんだ！リーキングビーストたちにフォンデュフォークを見せるんだよ！

そしてそれは当然、悪党がここにいるということを示している！

Peter: I CAN'T STAND IT! IT SMELLS SO BAD IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!!!

我慢できないよ！臭いし、痛いよ！痛いよ！

Jim:Uhh, It doesn't hurt that bad, does it? Little buddy?

ええー、そんなに痛くはないだろう？なぁ、坊や。

I'll take that as a big yes.

それが君の大きな答えなんだね。

A hologram projector! Got to stop them!

ホログラムの映写機だ！奴らを止めないと！

Hey bucky!

Catch!

ARRRGH!!

Cat:Impudent worm! Face the wrath of my acid fur ball!

生意気なミミズめ！アシッドファーボールで報いを受けろ！

Aagh!

AAAaaa!

Fur ball:Oof!

Cat: Yes! History will remember me as the cat who destroyed the universe!

Uhh... except there won't be any historians..

よし！宇宙を破壊した猫として歴史に残るのだ！

あー、ただ、歴史家も1人残らずいなくなるのか…

Why isn't everything shattering? What went wrong?

何故全てが粉々にならない？何か間違っていたのか？

The Reeking Beast:Whats that? It looks like a cantaloupe don't it?

あれは何ですか？マスクメロンのように見えますが？

Cat: Grrr... Come on!

来い！

It's a fondue fork!

あれはフォンデュフォークだ！

Rat: Hehe, for fondue!

へへ、フォンデュに使うんだよ。

Cat: Now, emit your shriek so I can destroy the universe!

さぁ、宇宙を破壊するために、叫んでくれ！

The Reeking Beast:Oh pull the other one mate, it looks more like a cream tart or a hydraolic pump.

あなたの言っていることは信じられません。それよりもクリームタルトか、油圧ポンプのように見えます。

Cat&Rat: Ew!Bleah!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Jim: How fitting that Evil shall remain here!

Trapped forever in his own private smell!

悪党はここに留まるのが相応しい。永遠に閉じ込められて、2人だけの臭いを楽しむのさ。

Peter: You said it, you big universe saving lug!

その通りだね！君は大きな宇宙を救ったんだ！

Hahaahhahahahahahah!

Jim: Well, we defeated Evil, we saved the universe, and we're reunited with the Pudgy Wudgy Hippo!

えーっと、悪を倒し、宇宙を救い、ぷにぷにカバちゃんとの再会を果たした！

Life is good! Only one thing could spoil my mood now!

人生は楽しい！そんな俺の気分を台無しにするものがひとつだけある！

Peter: What's that Jim?

それは何、ジム？

Oh.

#earthworm jim ep2

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parchmints · 6 years ago

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JuLance Day 29 - Compliments

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Lance’s Little Book of Good Things

Day 29: Compliments

Lance’s Little Book of Good Things

Day 33 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Okay!! So here’s the deal. Shiro told all of us that we should keep a journal to “ground ourselves” while we make the looong journey back to Earth, so that’s what I’m doing! I didn’t do it for the first month or so cuz I wanted to actually write ya know? Everyone else is just using their tablets but, I don’t know...I wasn’t really feeling it. I think it’ll just feel better to do it by hand. Red didn’t have any pen and paper tho, so I had to wait until we landed on a planet that had some.

It took a month to find one. Ugh, it was so long. Being in the Lions for a week is gross and I’m not gonna get into it, but just know it’s gross. BUT ANYWAY. We landed on a planet called Hovenduhl and there was a super nice prince there who watched the Voltron show and let us stay at his castle for a few days! I asked him about writing supplies and he gave me a bunch! The notebooks he gave me are pretty similar to the ones we have on Earth, but the pens are so cool! They have different ink colors and some of them are shiny, some of them are matte, and some of them glitter! They’re actually a lot like glitter pens but they don’t give out after like five seconds and they write really well.

So my plan with this bad boy is to write the good things that happen on the space roadtrip! With everything that happened with Shiro and Lotor (hate him), it’s been...hard. And the roadtrip is hard. So, I’m gonna write about good things to keep my spirits up! That way I can look at it when I need cheering up! I probably won’t write every day, but I still think it’ll be nice.

P.S. I’m counting a “day” as the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. Time in space is...weird.

Day 35 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

I had sword training with Keith today! He’s kind of a lousy teacher and he constantly sends me flying (mainly cuz I let him--wouldn’t want him to feel threatened by what a natural I am), but he told me that as long as I keep practicing, I could be really good! Which, I mean, obviously…

Day 42 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Yorak hung out in Red with me today! He put his head on my lap!

Day 54 of Space Roadtrip, Jungle Planet

We found a planet with lots of hanging fruit, so I was shooting them down and Krolia said I had “impressive aim”! It was really nice. I like Krolia a lot. She’s so cool, I kinda can’t believe Keith is her son...but then she’ll make a broody face and I’m like “oh, yeah”.

Day 60 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Been kind of a rough week. We’ve been flying in the Lions for a long time and no one’s really up for talking. We’re running out of things to say, I think. I’m not a big fan of that if I’m honest. It gives me too much time to think. BUT ANYWAY! Pidge says we’re near an inhabited planet so I’m excited for that!

Day 61 of Space Roadtrip, Baskval

WE LANDED ON A PLANET AAAAAAA!!! It’s been a while! The locals kinda look like cockroaches but they have beds (actual beds!) so I’m in no way complaining.

Day 67 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Today was...something. I talked with Shiro today and he said...a lot of really nice stuff. I actually kind of ran here after so I could write it all down because I want to remember this for the rest of my life so here goes…

I’ve been feeling...really bad about how I couldn’t really help Shiro when he was stuck in the Black Lion. He tried to tell me what was happening, but I didn’t listen couldn’t hear him. At least not all the way. And we finally talked about it today. I think it was a long time coming. I thought about that moment a lot, especially when we’re just traveling in the Lions. Anyway, he told me that I shouldn’t feel bad since I didn’t have a direct link to the Black Lion like he and Keith did and the fact that I heard him at all gave him hope.

He also told me that I stepped up and was always thinking about the team and that I’m gonna be a great leader and that he’s proud of me! Okay, I think that’s all he said…

I mean, he also said I was a hero which...man.

It’s crazy. I looked up to Shiro even before the Garrison--the guy’s a legend! When I saw that he was gonna be one of our instructors, I nearly lost my mind, but I could never really get his attention. I mean, it was hard to get any of the instructors to pay attention to you when Keith was around. Probably why I didn’t really like him at first...BUT WHATEVER!! Shiro called me a hero and that’s gonna fuel me for WEEKS!!!

Day 82 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

PIDGE GOT KILLBOT PHANTASM IV WORKING IN GREEN!!! We played for hours today and it was the best!!

Day 91 of Space Roadtrip, Dead Planet

I finally was able to knock Keith down in training today!! He was a little annoyed but he said good job and that I was really improving. I’m really happy because we’ve been working hard at it. Keith is a much better teacher now too!

Day 102 of Space Roadtrip, Auria

I want to start this off by saying I’M GOING TO KILL KEITH!!! He made me go sprinting after a little alien girl when I didn’t have to! He’s such a jerk…

BUT ANYWAY!! THE GOOD STUFF: We were on this planet called Auria (it was really pretty!) and there was this little alien girl named Aefee who said I was her favorite Paladin!! We talked a little bit and she was really sweet :)

Kinda made me miss Hilario and Ana, but it’s okay! I’m on my way to see them!

Day 115 of Space Roadtrip, Planet With Food We Could Cook

helped Hunk make dinner out of some weird veggies we found on the planet we landed on and he said I had excellent chopping technique! Mamá used to say the same thing when I helped her cook!

P.S. I’m starting to realize a lot of these entries are just me saying when I get compliments...WHAT CAN I SAY I like it when Lancey Lance gets the appreciation he deserves!

Day 134 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

More training with Keith today! Our fights are starting to feel a lot more even now! And by even, I mean Keith’s almost as good as me! Might even surpass me one day...but oh well, he still can’t shoot for beans.

Day 152 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

I don’t talk much about this here cuz it’s not really happy and I try to keep things positive when I’m journaling, but I talked to Allura today and for the first time in a long time, I felt okay? Like...I’ve been really sad about how we weren’t ever gonna be a thing and I still really liked her, but I think it’s starting to be okay. We just talked and it was kind of the first time I was like “okay we’re friends and I’m not wishing for something more” since I decided I needed to give it up. I don’t know, it just felt good. I’m moving on and I still get to hang out with Allura and have fun with her so can’t complain!

Day 171 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

I FINALLY WON A ROUND OF KP4 AGAINST PIDGE!!! She was really mad at first but then she was like “good game”. Think she’s kind of excited she has competition, actually...

Day 180 of Space Roadtrip, Hybitius

Uh, okay wow. Lot happened today. Like a lot...not all good either, but okay.

So we went to this planet called Hybitius and they have this craaazy carnival with all these thrill rides that make Hunk puke just looking at them and it’s AWESOME!! Keith and I were the only ones with the guts to actually go on them so we spent like, the whole day together and it was...really nice.

We ended the night on this ferris wheel and Keith started talking and he kept saying really nice things like I was there for him and I’m an amazing person and stuff like that and I...ugh this is even hard to write out...but I almost kissed him? And for a second I thought he kinda wanted me to too but the ride was over before I got a chance, which was probably good. Keith probably didn’t want me to kiss him and…

GOD!!! I like Keith!! I like him!! This is so stupid!! When did this even happen?! I mean, I guess we’ve been getting closer because of training...and I guess I’ve always kind of thought he was cute since the Garrison BUT I NEVER LIKED HIM!

I don’t know, I think I’m sad. I know Keith won’t like me back, so I guess I just gotta get over it. Good thing is that I have experience with that so…

Day 215 of Space Roadtrip, Uninhabited Planet

I keep staring at Keith, according to Hunk, but apparently, Keith keeps staring at me too. I don’t know what that means.

Day 220 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

I think Keith almost kissed me. I’m not sure. We were training and things got a little carried away and...I don’t know. I think...maybe he does like me? I guess I think it’s possible now and that...makes me really, really happy.

Day 222 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Keith doesn’t like me. He likes someone else. Pidge told me.

Good thing is that I’ve started “Operation: Get Over Keith” immediately.

Day 223 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Operation: Get Over Keith is not going well.

Day 234 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Hunk said something that made Keith laugh over comms today and it was so cute I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.

Day 255 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Sorry, it’s been a while. I think the trip’s kind of getting to me. It’s been so long. I’m trying to keep my spirits up for everyone, so I don’t have the energy for lots of journaling...especially about good things.

Sorry, that sounded really negative. I just...want to get home.

Day 269 of Space Roadtrip, Uninhabited Planet

Whenever we land, Keith and I always train and lately, he always come to sit and talk with me. We’re talking a lot, actually. He’s so cool. I mean, I always knew that, but he’s not just cool in an “awesome-pilot-crazy-samurai” way but in a “you make me feel better when I’m sad about something” way too.

We talk about a bunch of stuff, but it usually ends up being about our families.

Suffice to say, Operation: Get Over Keith is still not going well.

Day 283 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Pidge says we’re not close to Earth, but we’re close to being close to Earth. I don’t really get it, but I’ll take it. Pidge thinks we’re close to making a breakthrough and once we do, the rest of the trip will be easy!

Day 298 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Keith smiled at me today and it was an attack on my person. Personally.

O:GOK still not going well.

Day 306 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

PIDGE DID IT!! SHE KNOWS HOW TO GET US BACK TO EARTH!! IT’S ONLY GOING TO TAKE US LIKE A MONTH TO GET HOME!! EAAAARTH!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Day 312 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

We’re trying to limit our time on the ground as much as possible so we can get home sooner, which is hard, but I’m not complaining! LET’S GET THERE!!!

Day 325 of Space Roadtrip, Desert Planet

Had to take a break finally. We had a good run for a while but it was time.

Keith and I talked about everything we wanted to do once we got home and at some point I just kinda hugged him. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

As always, O:GOK is not going well. Kind of just failing miserably at this point.

Day 340 of Space Roadtrip, THE MILKY WAY GALAXY

YOU READ THAT RIGHT JOURNAL!!! THE MILKY WAY!! WHICH MEANS WE’RE MINUTES FROM HOME!!! I’M GONNA SEE MY FAMILY! I’M GONNA SEE THE OCEAN! I’M GONNA EAT PIZZA AND GARLIC KNOTS AND ICE CREAM AND MAMÁ’S EMPANADAS AND I HAVEN’T STOPPED SCREAMING!! I’M SCREAMING RIGHT NOW!! THEY’RE TELLING ME TO STOP BUT I WON’T!

I think this is gonna be my last entry, at least for now! I’m gonna be too busy on Earth to be able to write, but thanks for being there for me buddy! Writing in you really helped, actually.

EARTH!! WOOHOO!!

Love,

Lance

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teagrl · 6 years ago

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You knew it. Cranky listing of thoughts on Allegiance. Extremely long.

-Why fanfic has not referred to that that inflatable mannequin thing Mara used in Allegiance is beyond me. That shit is hilarious.

-Mara is 18 in Allegiance which is several months after Yavin. The text says her tenure as Hand has been short, the first chapter at least makes a point of Mara being inexperienced (but practiced). This is good fodder for extrapolation.

-There’s a mention of being taught by professional thieves. Obviously the Emperor had them executed after they taught Mara the text doesn’t say this, but it’s canon in my head.

-Another good moment for extrapolating:

-”Thank you,” Mara said, feeling the warmth of his approval flow through her

[...]

”The Emperor held out his hand to her. “Go,” he said

Mara stepped forward and took his outstretched had, feeling a fresh wave of warmth and strength flow into her, then stepped back again.”

Reminds me of this moment in Sleight of Hand:

The eyes glittered again, and Mara felt the warmth of his approval fill her mind.

Speaking of Sleight of Hand, the absolutely most interesting part of that story for me is this one line:

Frowning slightly with concentration, trying to ignore the noisy clutter of all the other minds in the room, she drew on the Emperor’s power within her and focused on the figure in the armored suit.

I have basically around 30K based on this line as it stands.

Sleight of Hand also has this intro of Mara:

She was the Emperor’s Hand, with powers in the Force that had been trained, nurtured, and strengthened by the Emperor himself...

Which takes us back to Allegiance with:

But Mara was the Emperor’s Hand, recruited and trained personally by him [...]

-After so much reading about the Imperial Palace and the Jedi Temple, I like thinking that the Emperor’s library is actually the Jedi Archives. Cue scream. Awesome.

-On this reread I kind of loved Mara thinking *sigh* why can’t I get the message through to Vader that we’re on the same side and like would kind of appreciate reading about them doing a mission together where (a)Mara finds how uh blunt force Vader can be firsthand and (b) they end up with a grudging respect for one another or rather Vader ends up thinking Mara isn’t a TOTAL waste of space. Totally cliche, but I want it. We kind of end like that here, but ehhh they don’t interact meaningfully.

-”Loyalty was, after all, one of the Emperor’s greatest qualities; loyalty to all that were loyal to him.” Cue scream. This is good. I like this.

-”That would be an extremely bad idea,” she warned Birtraub. “The penalties for assaulting an Imperial agent are fairly gruesome.” Not that we know in Allegiance, but thanks to other EU works, AND HOW.

-”Mara felt her lip twist. The Emperor had often warned her that she was far too young for most people to take her threats seriously.”

-”Mara wrinkled her nose in disgust. ISB was a necessary evil, she knew, though to her mind there was too much evil and not enough necessity in the mix. Her own limited experience had found them to be generally arrogant, heavy-handed, and overly proud of their elite status.”

Omg lolololololololforever.

But yeah, I think everyone hates ISB. (About the stormtroopers given to her --”Knowing ISB, it was more likely Somoril had picked a pair of expendables.”)

-I am annoyed at Mara offering the pirate a blanket pardon in exchange for his cooperation. BLANKET PARDON. The true Imperial thing to do would be to offer it, get what you want, and betray him in the end. Because he’s a pirate. End of story. It’s ridiculously ooc for a high ranking Imperial to not to do that. In the end Tannis gets killed so the narrative never goes there. But that’s one of the milquetoast moments in Allegiance. Know your fucking Empire, man.

-”A girl who gets those orders,” Somoril corrected. “She’s barely had time to finish her training, let along build up any field experience.”

-”Mara’s training had included a basic overview of starship operation, but most of that had been geared to military craft.”

-Oh hey, I guess either Mara always found the name Celina striking or Zahn fucked up his own continuity again, because she uses that a year before the Jabba’s thing where Melina Carniss stops her (she will later go by Celina Marniss).

-”The result was a dinner conversation made up almost entirely of chitchat, the sort Mara had heard at formal and informal dinners all across the galaxy. It made for an interesting contrast with the pirates’ casually blistering language.”

I think of Mara’s own potty mouth later on.

-Ohhhh:

“Mara could remember the first time she’d done something like this, discussing matters that weren’t real with someone who was firmly convinced they were. In those early days the procedure had felt eerie and surrealistic, almost as if Mara herself were the one with the warped sense of reality. Now it was simply one more tool in her arsenal.”

DING. Spectacular. It’s too bad we’re never truly shown this. I think of that marvelous scene in Vader and the Ghost Prison, where Moff Tratcha tells the inmates the Empire offers clean deaths, right after we know he just beat a prisoner to death.

-”The Force was Mara’s servant and no matter how twisty or tangled the tunnels might be, she would have no trouble tracking Caldra through them.”

I don’t need to point to the inversion, do I?

-It makes 0 sense that people would know “the Emperor’s Hand,” in the Fringes/Outer Rim given how inexperienced Mara is at this stage. The only thing that makes it plausible is the existence of other agents going by that moniker before Mara herself took the post.

-Mara trying to save the pirate is some bullshit. Her carrying him through the Force is bullshit. Aaaaaaa it makes no sense with her training at all. It’s just there because Zahn wants her to be a good guy. Drives me craaaaazy. You can find other ways of highlighting “goodness” but saving a bloodsucking, civilian-killing pirate JUST BECAUSE is not it, considering she straight up murders all his other comrades, and he’s only cooperating with her because SHE MADE HIM, and she’s known him for like A FUCKING DAY. There is seriously no fucking in-universe reason in any universe she should bust her ass trying to save him. NONE.

-”It was impossible-- the Empire;s attention was completely absorbed with the Rebellion and domestic instability and alien unrest. By direct order from the Emperor himself, pirates and other raiders had been reclassified as a local and system enforcement problem.”

-”The Emperor had little patience with memorials, Mara knew, with extra contempt for the practice of saying words over the fallen. Mara said a few words anyway, half remembered ones from her childhood, before consigning Tannis’ body to the emptiness of space.”

Where the fuck do I even begin with this clusterfuck? 1) TANNIS IS A NOBODY. He and Mara have no connection and given Mara’s attitude towards criminals that connection doesn’t make sense. Not to mention there is no TIME to develop rapport between them. Every time she dealt with him it has been to pump him for information or to use him strategically. So her mourning him as a person seems unrealistic and has no basis in what we saw.

2) Furthermore, I call bullshit on memorials. The Emperor might tell her on the sly as a “between you and I” thing, but a regime supports itself also honoring its martyrs (those who fall to safeguard Order and peace). This is part of the propaganda machine and at this stage of her life given how much Mara believes in the Empire, it simply doesn’t make sense for the Emperor to let her in on it how empty memorials are, ultimately.

Also Tannis is a motherfucking PIRATE. AAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH. Don’t conflate this. It’s not conflatable! It makes no senseeeeeee. There needs to be a HUGE difference between memorials for the honored fallen and the death a criminal ultimately deserves (in accordance to the either with or against us mentality of the Empire) for disrupting society!!!!

Also Mara was what? 4-5 at the time she came to the palace? What is she recalling? Earlier stuff from palace caretakers? I mean in theory you can make this work. But you have to go through gymnastics because on the face of it, it doesn’t match up with imperial culture.

-I’m not even going to say anything about Mara doing a healing trance at this stage in her life other than Did Not Do the Reading.

Fic writers, there you go if you forgot something five chapters ago. You didn’t forget something you wrote a published trilogy ago.

-After reading much more on Vader, the “confrontation” with Mara seems utterly ridiculous “see my fave” fan service. I don’t mind fan service, but it’s kind of low hanging fruit.

-Mara crash lands quite a bit, huh.

-This is how you fanservice:

-”I’m an Imperial agent,” she snapped back. “Level K012; recognition code Hapspir Barrini. We’ve got a bandit in that AT-ST.”

LaRone felt his mouth drop open. But years of training instantly took over. “Understood, ma’am,” he said. “Orders?”

-But then it gets ruined by underscoring how Mara is Not Like Other Imperials. How she values the lives of stormtroopers and the narrative belabors the point until it’s tiresome (she prefers using names, which is kind of dumb considering how attached she is to her own designation of Emperor’s Hand -- again, it doesn’t add up). How she thinks to fill the stormtroopers in about the mission past directives. If you think it through it becomes clear this is a doylist/out of universe add on, it doesn’t really hold water with consistency in-universe. Zahn just wants to have it both ways. It’s an ethically dubious thing because it leads to that kind of the Empire Was Not All Bad apologia. Get the fuck out with that shit.

You can write good people serving in the Empire without taking a right into Empire apologia. Claudia Gray did it in Lost Stars!

-”Ordering the slaughter of civilians is against everything the Empire stands for. If it’s true, I promise you someone is going to suffer for it.”

LaRone looked sideways at Marcross. The other grimaced in silent agreement. For all her strength and competence, this Emperor’s Hand had an awfully naive view of what the Empire actually stood for.

But she would learn.

Actually she doesn’t. Mara’s history with the empire is relegated to personal tragedy. The actual systematic horror of the Empire isn’t explored anywhere with relation to her and her awareness of it. Yes, the personal is political, but Zahn never writes Mara confronting herself as an agent of that in any meaningful manner. In Survivor’s Quest, it’s particularly appalling that Mara sees herself as a survivor of the Empire, as in a victim of it. There’s no doubting that, but to overemphasize that as the EU has done in order to whitewash Mara into Luke’s dream girl that has the problematic effect of clouding that she was COMPLICIT however ignorant her complicity was.

We like our women being victims of their circumstance, more than we can bear witnessing their complicity in toxic frameworks.

That idea makes me so mad, it resulted in 100K+ of fic.

-”Besides a few days ago I was ready to offer a complete pardon to a man who’d done more against the Empire and its citizens than any of you could possibly do.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS MAKES NO SENSE IT’S SO STUPID AND POORLY THOUGHT OUT AND CLEARLY ALL ABOUT WHAT THE WRITER WANTS AND NOT WHAT A CHARACTER WOULD DO IN THE CONTEXT OF THEIR ENVIRONMENT WITHIN THEIR UNIVERSE.

It’s safe. It’s trite.

Consistency. What the fuck is it even.

#mara jade #allegiance #i'm so angry about imperial apologia #i can't even

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