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beardedmrbean Ā· 9 months ago
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His dad would be so proud of him
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dashiellqvverty Ā· 5 months ago
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everyone always wants to talk about jenny nicholsons video essays and iā€™m like does ANYONE want to talk about the art of the mattress aka the sleep song. bc it plays in my head every time i see anything about her.
#sleep sleep sleep time to go to sleep nowā€¦ it is night and i need to sleep while it is darkā€¦.#also of course itā€™ll be okay from the wedding episode <3#anyway she blocks me on twitter also. not as scandalous as it seems i just made a vague tweet abt friendship is witchcraft#and presumably got auto blocked#i wasnā€™t even calling her out either i think i was just like. reflecting on how the song from it was trending on tiktok#itā€™s an understandable reason to block people just. not wanting to engage with that part of her history i get that#this was also before her briny video so she hadnā€™t spoken on it in a long time#brony*#i genuinely like that video a LOT i think she is able to offer a really unique perspective on a lot of brony fandom culture#not just as a big name creator but as a long time fan of older mlp gens#and ofc what she had to say about the use of the g slur in fiw was like. i mean i believe her.#that she and the cocreator had no idea it was a slur and dropped that aspect when they realized it was.#like i didnā€™t know for a long time either. itā€™s not my place to be like ā€˜and that means itā€™s fine and not a problemā€™#and i donā€™t think it IS fine. but certainly everything she said about her intentions seems like. true and honest.#anyway brony stuff aside i hate her for the way sheā€™s spoken about john boyega. no apologies for THAT huh!!!!#there are some things out there that ppl attribute to her that are fully fake/edited but#ppl will also say ā€˜oh she didnā€™t say anything bad about him that was fakeā€™ no she very much did#but iā€™ve followed her on youtube since she was still actively making fiw like she had a bit with a pony oc that she did for a while#i remember the first star wars video when i was like oh she Is A Reylo#which on its own is like. ew but iā€™m still interested in her stuff#but you know. she crossed a line i think#and i do still find her stuff INTERESTING#and i am genuinely still fond of fiw though a lot of that is nostalgia#but like she has a lot of interesting stuff to say about mlp and obviously as a theme park fan sheā€™s inescapable#and it pisses me off that sheā€™s friends with other creators i DO like but also they know her as a person and i donā€™t#sorry this was gonna be a short post i just canā€™t talk about her a normal amount#i have to explain every thought i have about her#anyway i havenā€™t watched the star wars hotel vid but i probably will eventually#in like an incognito tab#r.txt
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stunies Ā· 29 days ago
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KINKTOBER DAY 15 ā€” IN UNIFORM. kuroo tetsurou x f! maid cafe! reader ļ¾‰ thereā€™s about five minutes left on the clock before your coworker comes back.
CONTAINS ā€” semi-public sex, choking (not quite, but just to be safe ^^), squirting, traces of exhibitionism, reader wears a cat costume (but itā€™s just ears!)
į˜ explicit smut (18+) ā€” link to sign up for my taglist & to view mlist!
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Closing doesnā€™t typically take you this long. Though it makes sense, seeing as how your shifts lately have been anything but typical. It never is whenever Kuroo decides to pay you a visit.
Actually, it hasnā€™t been just ā€˜typicalā€™ ever since the night Kuroo found out about your work. Youā€™ve brought it up to him a couple times, vaguely, before the two of you had officially started dating. Never explicitly. Maybe thatā€™s why he was so intrigued as soon as he saw your uniform in your washer.
ā€œA maid, huh?ā€
Itā€™s never been the same since then. On some days, he has the time to visit you. Requests that the ā€˜pretty girl over thereā€™ help him out, and laughs when youā€™re shoving a menu into his hands with an embarrassed huff. Seeing you like this never seems to get old to him. Sometimes, heā€™ll tug on your dress to ask for a quick photo to commemorateā€” like a fan meeting their lifelong idol.
And on other days, your wrists are pinned behind your backā€” only one big hand needed to hold you still as he fucks you over the same table you served him at only an hour ago. Such as tonight.
ā€œI was almost finished here,ā€ your voice trails off into a breathless sigh when he bottoms out, ā€œy-youā€™re always so impatient.ā€
You only hear him sheepishly laugh from above. ā€œSorry, sorry. Couldnā€™t wait until you finished up. Not when you had on such a cute costume today.ā€
Your cheeks heat up through a glare. Cat ears. You remember telling him not to visit you today for this exact reason. Of course, a part of you was already expecting for him to clear his schedule as soon as he caught a glimpse of the embarrassed look in your eyes.
Thatā€™s why when he finally came through the doors with a cheeky grin, you werenā€™t surprised in the slightest. Though it didnā€™t make serving him as a cat any less embarrassing.
ā€œSomeone could see us like thisā€¦!ā€ Each word that leaves your mouth comes out unsteady from how deep he reaches inside you with each thrust. Itā€™s a bit hard to breatheā€” and youā€™re not sure if itā€™s because of the heat flooding your cheeks, or if itā€™s from the way you think you might be feeling him in your stomach.
ā€œYeah? Letā€™s hope no one decides to pay my favorite maid a visit an hour after closing,ā€ he lets go of your hands only to loop his arms around your chest and hug you tight against himself, ā€œbecause youā€™re already busy. With me, that is.ā€ You feel his lips tug into a smile.
ā€œNo. Not thatā€¦my coworkerā€” ā€˜s coming back. I-I could get in.. troubleā€¦!ā€
Your coworker? He didnā€™t hear about this. ā€œ..Eh? Youā€™re not closing alone today?ā€ Kuroo slows down a bit, chuckling when you whine at the change in pace.
ā€œNo,ā€ you push your hips back against Kuroo, trying to urge him to continue anyway, but he slows down more at this, much to your dismay. ā€œI thinkā€¦. sheā€™ll be back in five minutes. Five minutes max. Soā€¦ā€
A challenge. He understands right away. ā€œAh, ah, I get it. How mean of you. Only a few minutes?ā€ Thereā€™s a teasing lilt in his voice, as if not concerned in the slightest about the time crunch. You know he isnā€™t.
His fingers dip down and ghost over your clit a second after and your hips buck, a loud whimper slipping out that makes the both of you freeze in place. ā€œThenā€¦ better be a bit quieter than that, yeah? We should hurry. Iā€™ll make it quick. Promise.ā€
ā€œSo you,ā€ your mouth falls open when he pulls out, thickness dragging perfectly against your walls until only the tip is inside, and then he slams back inside in one rough movementā€” ripping a loud gasp from your lungs. ā€œ..Just have to hold tight and take it.ā€
You donā€™t even get a chance to respond.
Not when he sets such a brutal pace against you as soon as the words leave his mouth. He has your body mapped out, each sensitive spot inside you ingrained in his head and he finds it with easeā€” only smiles to himself when your hands desperately scramble to grasp onto the table in a weak attempt to keep yourself grounded.
You have to take it all, take every inch of him even when your legs start to tremble and buckle beneath him like clockwork. ā€œLooks like Iā€™m doing good with time,ā€ he laughs, two big hands coming to hold your hipsā€” keep you up for him so he can have his way with you, ā€œarenā€™t I? Doing so good for me. Keep letting me win this, okay?ā€
A strained moan is all you can respond with. Not even a snarky comment that you wish you could manage to get out. Kuroo thinks you might be trying to moan out his name, and maybe something along the lines of ā€œtoo rough!ā€ as well.
A very normal thing for you to say when youā€™re close. Only means heā€™s doing good. The hold around your hips tightens, each drag of his cock making it that much harder for you to stay quiet and even harder to fight the tightening knot growing in your core.
The thought of your coworker overhearing the two of you briefly crosses your mind, but you canā€™t find it in yourself to want to stop. He feels so goodā€” surely she wouldnā€™t mind. She would understand if she was in your shoes. Youā€™re certain of this.
One hard thrust directly into your spot pushes you over the edge. Your eyes go wide as soon as the knot in your belly abruptly snapsā€” nails digging into the wood of the table and a loud cry you know youā€™ll regret later slips out.
ā€œOh, there she is,ā€ Kurooā€™s hand loops underneath you, lands on your throat and pulls you until your back is flush against his chest. ā€œLet me make it a good one.ā€
He reaches deeper with the angle. You choke on your own voice, hands frantically moving to push against him to ease the stretch and rid of this weird feeling, but youā€™re not fast enough. ā€œT-Tetsuā€” ā€˜s deep!ā€ You yelp, eyes slamming shut before you suddenly start gushing.
You can tell heā€™s smiling even when you collapse back onto the table with heavy pants. Can tell heā€™s amused with the way you shift your weight under your arms instead of your legs. ā€œYouā€¦..ā€ your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath, ā€œā€¦made me squirt.ā€
ā€œJust proof that I won, kitten.ā€ He leans down, resting his elbows on the table beside you with a grin. As if the two of you are friends catching up on the latest gossip. ā€œDonā€™t be mad though. Iā€™ll help you clean up, okay? We still have time. Look.ā€
Your eyes follow his finger to land on the clock hanging on the wall, and your mouth falls open.
ā€œI was pretty fast, huh? Think we have time for more once I take you home?ā€
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divider from @ cafekitsune!
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deegeemin Ā· 11 months ago
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ā„ļøāœØā„ļøREMINDER THAT IDW SONIC WINTER JAM IS OUT!!! ā„ļøāœØā„ļø
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I'd love to talk about some neato things I got to draw in the comic! Spoiler warning for some contents below! If you haven't read anything yet, come back after reading the comic!
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Let's start off with the cover thumbnails! I was more inclined to do A since it wouldn't spoil the big surprise Orbot and Cubot had in store! Otherwise I probably would've gone with B or D! It has that bombastic party sort of feel that I think would've been super fitting!
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Here, Eggman is temporarily staying at one of his many bases throughout the world after the collapse of his Eggperial city! This base is inspired by Industria from Future Boy Conan and a bit of Eggmanland!
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He also sure loves his chicken and fries!
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A little beachside balcony in Green hill! I felt like we generally don't get structures there as much so I thought it'd be a nice addition!
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The design on the floor is the stage from the JP Sonic X intro! It gets covered up by snow after but still neat to include!
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Look at this magnificent cast of characters! I wanted to use the poses that each pair had when they were first seen together! I'd considered giving Big his winning animation pose from SA1 but alas no space haha!
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Cubot's taped on eye brow gag was one I suggested and it's a reference to the same gag from FLCL!
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Lil sonic team logo Iasmin asked for! Sonic sure knows to appreciate himself! Good on him.
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And here's a sonic 3 wreath and the SA2 lock on reticle from the mechs!
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Amy and cream's spread of delicious looking food beautifully rendered by the coloring god Reggie! I wanted to include all their items from the Official Sonic the Hedgehog Cookbook! So if you want to make them yourself, YOU CAN! (except for uhh the experiment on another panel. you guys can figure out what's in that yourselves haha)
Also made sure to list all the pages you can find the recipes!
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This is one of my fav gags that Iasmin wrote in!! Can you all guess what this is meant to vaguely resemble?
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Quick round of character refs from Eggman's screen going in order from left to right! [Conductor's wife and Conductor, Barry and Gadget, Early Conductor design, Early Barry design (his outside eye markings are white tho), My uh Sonicsona lol]
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Mecha Sonic mark 3? Yep Iasmin wanted him to be there and so there he shall be!! Hopefully we get to see him again!
I remember seeing the story Iasmin made and it really felt like it could be something you'd see in a sonic anime episode if it were made nowadays. I drew the comic with some influence from Sonic X because of that. I think the most telling detail fans might notice is the constant 3 spines for Sonic.
but YEAH another absolutely wonderful comic I got to work on! See ya'll on another issue!
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disneyprincemuke Ā· 11 months ago
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"wanna hang out?" * ls2
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it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago
pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver
notes: also nothing to do with vr, but ON GOD I'VE GOT SOMETHING PLANNED WITH THEM I- i am also making this a mini series, because i cant physically sit down and write anything too long because this ask was very long and i simply can't not break it down into parts im sorry anon i love you
| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | youā€™re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |
"mate, just go up and him and say 'hi'. it's not that hard."
"i know, but i'm scared."
"scared? he's a 22-year-old. he won't bite you."
"you don't know that!"
"he's a really nice kid. just go up to him and ask him if he wants to hang out."
"okay, but only if you come with me?"
"you're a fully grown adult! you don't need me with you to play matchmaker to get a new friend."
"please, george? i'm asking you this one favour."
"no can do. look! there he is! go!"
that's the last thing you hear before you are rudely shoved out of alex's driver's room. you press your lips together into a thin line, fists balled by your side as you hear george close the door behind you. you knew hanging out with george in alex's room without alex is stupid.
you had simply noticed the american rookie quietly following the thai driver around, not making many conversations with other drivers during the pre-season test a couple of weeks ago. while you're very well equipped with making friends and incorporating yourself with the rest of your colleagues, logan seemed to be one of the people you found quite difficult to approach.
not because he's unapproachable. simply because he is also very quiet and reserved on his own. once upon a time, when you first joined formula 1 as the only woman on the grid, you were good friends with charles. that was before you had drifted apart amidst all the outright comparisons everyone would make, and eventually, you had fallen into his shadow while he achieved greater things in the sport.
you had learned to find solace in your own company for about a year or so, only speaking to whoever spoke to you. it wasn't until things started falling into place when toto wolff had picked you to race with mercedes, following lewis hamilton's retirement in 2021 after failing to secure himself a championship.
logan, who has just finished his climb up the stairs, flashes you a friendly smile as he fiddles with his keys. "hey," he greets you, before abruptly turning to unlock the door to his driver's room.
"hi," you smile, awkwardly wiping your palms against the material of your shorts. "i haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself to you. i'm (y/n)."
he pushes his door open, craning his neck to acknowledge you. "i know. i've been a big fan since you joined the sport," he glances elsewhere before meeting your eyes again, "i'm logan?"
"right, we already know that," you sigh, shaking your head. you take a step forward, maintaining your distance from the entrance of his driver's room. you don't want to wind up overstepping your welcome. "um, well, welcome to formula 1."
he smiles at you, slightly more genuine this time. you watch as he puts his bag down by the door. "thank you."
"no problem." you bite on the inside of your cheek, turning around to open the door to alex's driver's room. you hear the door creaking behind you, and you vaguely remember that all this awkward conversation wasn't initiated for nothing.
you turn back around and try to hold the door open. your palm meets the door, logan flinching back in surprise as you tilt your head to peek up at him. "have you had your lunch yet?"
he shakes his head. "why?"
"george and i are waiting for alex to finish his meeting with james before we go and grab lunch somewhere in the paddocks," you smile. "wanna hang out?"
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vickyzangels Ā· 2 years ago
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% ā€œ..but i kinda hope they catch us, anyway.ā€
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# synopsis ; an anon asked for sfw and nsfw headcanons for tom but i accidentally deleted the ask while trying to fight for my life against tumblr because every time i added a border two other pictures would disappear tumblr i hope you fall down the stairs
# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader
# word count ; 551
# tags ; nsfw further under ā€œkeep readingā€ (mdni)
a/n ; iā€™m gonna drop this first but i have a nearly finished smut oneshot literally sitting in docs rn if i get decent enough feedback on this iā€™ll drop it
sfw
yā€™all remember that interview where he said heā€™d ā€œfall in love for only a night but that heā€™d be down for true love laterā€? yeah unfortunately that applied to you, too
this can go one of two ways, you work close to the band as staff or you were a fan at one of their concerts that for some reason has to keep coming back and tom took a visual liking to you
what goes down between you two after he first notices you is vague but tom keeps seeing you every time youā€™re around and you started weaseling your way into his head at every hour of the day
heā€™d never admit that though (yet), so heā€™s still gonna keep up his playboy act for a bit but youā€™re gonna pick up that heā€™s being closer to you like making small jokes with you and being a little nicer
god it took you so long but he finally let you squeeze through his shell enough to be relatively close friends for a while but this definitely became a ā€œdo i wanna know if this feeling flows both waysā€ situation
yes the feeling did flow both ways, too bad he was still a player and you didnā€™t wanna ruin anything so you just endlessly flirted with each other
i am 92% sure he came to you first at an afterparty absolutely wasted and told you in german ā€œdu bist so unglaublich schƶn und ich will dich so sehr.ā€ you are so infuriatingly beautiful and i want you so bad.
unfortunately, bill had to translate for you
iā€™ve been talking a lot so iā€™ll try to sum up a relationship with him and add miscellaneous points
he makes an effort to act like a boyfriend in your relationship, like he doesnā€™t openly flirt with other people out of genuine respect for you
first date was something like you two staying over at one of your houses for the night like a sleepover or doing something in the city
he has never forgotten any important day for you. never. and on that topic, heā€™ll get gifts for those days nearly months in advance
he appreciates a person with aesthetic
iā€™m lying, tom would fall head over heels in love if you wear something even remotely close to his style
nsfw
tom is a dog, yā€™all have seen the way he talks about what he wants to do during sex but heā€™s the most respectful person someone could probably ever ask for, someone who wouldnā€™t hesitate to pause everything if you told him you felt a little uncomfortable
the type of guy to fake bang you from behind when you bend over to grab something.
heā€™d spit in your mouth, having you kneel in front of him and holding your jaw open by squeezing it then making you swallow it if you wanted to be touched at all
this almost isnā€™t a headcanon but heā€™s a tit guy, regardless of size heā€™d froth at the mouth just to hold them
thereā€™s not a big dom/sub thing between you two but heā€™s a switch because i said so
yā€™allā€¦ his favorite position is doggy or prone bone doesnā€™t matter as long as he gets to pull you by your neck up to him
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a/n ; wow. didnā€™t think i could write something like this but i have a lot more so lmk if i should make a part 2?
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magewritesstories Ā· 7 months ago
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summary; based on that one juju stroll where megumi's gicing a girl directions and yuji, nobara and gojo decide to be menaces (like always) tw; none, just some cute fluff note; thought this would be cute bc the juju stroll popped into my head today word count; 505 ('s a tiny blurb, but i might write a part ii) jujutsu kaisen masterlist // main masterlist
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YOU WATCH IN CONFUSION AS THE THREE STRANGERS FIGHT OVER YOUR MIDDLE-SCHOOL CLASSMATE.
You don't know how you ended up in this situationā€”just that you were out shopping with a few friends and saw one of your old classmates and thought that the polite thing to do would be to say hi.
(definitely didn't walk up to him because you had the biggest crush on him back in middle school,Ā noooĀ definitely not that.)
You'd been standing in front of the fancy glass showcase of the local coffee shop, trying to pick between two flavours of fudge cake when you saw a familiar bob of spiky blue hair.
Just a few feet away from you stood Megumi Fushiguroā€”the ex-middle-school bad boy and also your first-ever crush. Typical? Maybe, but in your defence, you were a big YA romance fan back then.
He was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone as he waited for his order.Ā Probably black coffee, you thought to yourself.
Now, you don'tĀ whatĀ on God's green earth possessed you when you walked up to him, butĀ somethingĀ did.
"Fushiguro?" You called out, taking a few steps towards him, "Megumi Fushiguro, right?"
The boy in question looked up in confusion, before pointing at himself.
And then you realised he probably didn't remember you.
"Uhm, I'mĀ L/N Y/N," You continued as you came to a halt in front of him, "We went to the same middle school?"
His dark blue eyes widened in realisationā€”he's still as pretty as he used to beā€”and he nodded. "I remember, we were in the same chemistry class."
"Yeah, it's been a while," You reply with a smile, "I thought I'd say hi andā€”"
Before you can finish your sentence a boy around your age with spiky pink hair and indentical scars under his eyes throws his arms around Megumi, blubbering something through teary eyes.
Your ex-classmate manages to pry the pink-haired boy off of him, but before he can say anything a girl with auburn hair walks over to you three, shouting something.
And soon enough an older-looking man with white hairā€”who you recognize as Megumi's older brother (at least that's what everyone thought he was) because he'd been to your school once after one of Megumi's fightsā€”was added to the mix.
Which is how you landed in this situation.
You watched the three strangers fight over Megumi, who buried his face in the collar of his clothes growing redder by the second. Whether it was out of embarrassment or anger you didn't know.
"Uhm..." You looked around before quickly grabbing a napkin and jotting down your number.
Again, what on God's green earth possessed you at that moment to give you that much confidence? No clue.
"Here, text me when you've sorted outā€”" You vaguely gestured towards the three fighting strangersā€”"That."
The blue-haired boy looks like he wants to say something but decides against it, pocketing the napkin instead whilst watching you walk away with one last wave over your shoulder.
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sirianasims Ā· 3 months ago
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Chapter 43.9
I arrive at GeekCon both sweaty and with a vague sense of unease. The stifling heatwave has turned the city into a pressure cooker, and it feels foreboding, like something terrible is building and about to break free.
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Iā€™m greeted by my own face by the door, advertising the panel that Iā€™m supposed to be on this morning. I never got comfortable seeing myself like this, I prefer it when they just use the logo or my masked promo pictures. At least today is the last time Iā€™ll appear as Llama Man in any official capacity, and thenā€¦
Then I donā€™t know.
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But thereā€™ll be time to figure that out later, right now Iā€™m about to see Julia again. I canā€™t believe itā€™s only been a year since we met, and I have no idea how she feels about me right now.
I spent most of the night in my hotel room tossing and turning, thinking about what Iā€™ll say to her, but I still donā€™t have a plan. I just want to apologise for ending things so abruptly.
It really wasnā€™t my best work.
She said she just wanted to be with you. And then you dumped her.
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I groan inwardly as I scan the faces of everyone I see. Thereā€™s no sign of her, but the cosplay competition isnā€™t until later, she may not have arrived yet.
I wonder if sheā€™ll refuse to speak to me at all. I wouldnā€™t blame her, but she never seemed like the type to carry a grudge. I just want to see her and make sure sheā€™s not too upset about how things ended, something I should have done months ago.
I need to make sure she doesnā€™t hate me. I canā€™t handle if she hates me.
I guess Iā€™ll have to play it by ear, although Lee would tell me thatā€™s not my strongest suit.
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I leave my jacket in the wardrobe and linger a bit, fiddling with my VIP bracelet. The galleryā€™s air-conditioning is working overtime, and it helps a little with the heat but I still feel uneasy. My eyes are drawn to the bathroom door.
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If this was a movie, Julia would come out of the bathroom right now, exactly like last time. Our eyes would meet. A beat, as the camera cut from her face to mine, both of us too surprised to speak. I would recover first, tell her that we canā€™t keep meeting like this, and her face would crack into a smile. Then sheā€™d leap into my arms and I would kiss her like there were no tomorrow.
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Get it together, Romeo. Sheā€™s not kissing you ever again, youā€™re going to be lucky if she even speaks to you. Focus. Youā€™re at work.
At least Iā€™m not in full costume this year, I would probably have died from heatstroke. And it would have made me feel silly trying to have a serious conversation with Julia.
I decide to take a quick tour of the convention floor before the panel starts.
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Even though itā€™s still early in the day, thereā€™s people everywhere. Some tabletop role-players are recording their podcast on location, kids are running around, and several people are dressed up despite the heat. I wish Julia had shown me pictures of the costume she was planning so I knew what to look for.
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A woman with long, red hair makes me do a double take, but I know it isnā€™t Julia before she even turns around, the way she moves is wrong. I know every inch of Juliaā€™s body and this isnā€™t it. Everything Julia is, the way she walks and talks and laughs is imprinted on my brain, and it feels like I should be able to locate her by telepathy, by following some sort of invisible string tying me to her.
ā€œUh, Mr. Romeo! Sorry, hello.ā€
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ā€œOh, hey. Edmund, right?ā€
The young man beams, clearly pleased that I remember his name. His booth was next to mine last year, we talked about old movies. I wish I could introduce Julia to him, she would have loved to discussĀ Cow Plant LoveĀ with an expert.
ā€œWait, youĀ doĀ know him? I thought you were lying!ā€ The teenage girl next to him sounds somewhere between impressed and angry.
ā€œYeah, why would I lie about that? Sorry, sir, this is my sister Liz, sheā€™s a big fan of Llama Man.ā€
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ā€œCan I have your autograph? I collect them, I already got the Coolala guy and the Freezer Bunny lady this morning. Oh, and can you make it out to ā€˜Lizetteā€™, with a Z, please?ā€
ā€œOf course. Thatā€™s a very cool costume, Lizette with a Z.ā€
ā€œI made it myself! Itā€™s Michelle fromĀ Dohertyā€™s Revenge, have you seen it? The one with the zombie gym teacher?ā€
ā€œOh? Havenā€™t heard of it, do you think I should watch it?ā€
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ā€œYou have to, itā€™sĀ soĀ good! I used to think it was actually really scary but now I just think itā€™s funny. Me and Edmund watch a lot of like, retro movies with dad, we even watched the really old Llama Man movies once. Iā€™m gonna tell my dad I met you, he wonā€™t believe it!ā€
ā€œIā€™m flattered. Thanks for the movie recommendation, Iā€™ll make sure to check it out.ā€ I hand her the autograph before waving goodbye to Edmund who mouths a silent thank you.
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Retro.
I know everything seems ancient to a teenager, but the word tastes like dusty VHS tapes, like lava lamps and shag carpets, like mid-century kitchens. This is my demographic, I suppose, nostalgic dads and their excitable kids.
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Julia is not in the panel crowd either, but I guess that would have been too much to hope for. I would probably have found her presence too distracting anyway.
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I know one of the other panellists, Mei Zhang, the iconic voice of the Freezer Bunny for over fifteen years. Weā€™ve met briefly at conventions and even on a few gigs, but never really got a chance to speak much.
The third panellist is a young man named Andy Okeke, who seems to be voicing a few Voidcritters as well as a bear-like creature Iā€™ve never heard of. Itā€™s his first time on a panel, but heā€™s already annoyingly good for his age, and I can imagine him having a pretty impressive career at the speed heā€™s going.
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I answer the same questions Iā€™ve answered a million times before and try to find some sort of comfort in the fact that itā€™s the last time. As much as I loved my job, it got repetitive after almost a decade. Maybe I should get that number for Sierraā€™s agent, try to get back on screen. Maybe Iā€™ve grown too complacent, stagnant.
Finally, the questions dry up and the last people leave the room, and just like that, Iā€™m free from my contract. It doesnā€™t feel like freedom, though, more like a free fall.
ā€œHey, Romeo, wait up.ā€ Mei stops me by the doors.
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ā€œHow are you doing? It must be so weird.ā€ She shakes her head. ā€œI donā€™t know what Iā€™ll do if they ever retire Bunny.ā€
ā€œYouā€™ll still have others, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œI know, but Iā€™m known for Freezer Bunny, not forā€¦ four or five Voidcritters. I canā€™t even keep track of their names, which is ironic since itā€™s all they ever say.ā€
Iā€™m not sure how to respond so I just nod. Iā€™m impatient to get to the cosplay competition, but I donā€™t want to be rude.
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ā€œMei, it was great seeing you again, but Iā€™m in a bit of a hurry, actually.ā€
ā€œSure. Would you ā€“ would you want to grab coffee some time, though?ā€
Shit. Before Julia, I would have gladly followed Mei home tonight, maybe weā€™d even go on a couple of real dates before things fizzled out as they normally do. But right now, every muscle in my body is telling me that I have to go, to move, to be somewhere else.
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ā€œSorry, Iā€™m, uh. Maybe another time, I donā€™tā€¦ā€
The giant poster of my face is judging my lame attempt at stringing together a sentence, and Iā€™m painfully aware that the woman behind us has been sweeping the same spot for a minute now, pretending not to eavesdrop.
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ā€œIā€™m a big girl, Romeo. If youā€™re not interested, thatā€™s fine.ā€
ā€œRight. I am sorry, though, itā€™s notā€¦ā€ I mumble something politely incoherent and more or less flee the room.
Fuck. One year and Iā€™ve completely lost my touch.
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I hurry up the stairs, the competition must be just about to end. I can see through the doors before I even reach them, all of the contestants are on stage ā€“ and sheā€™s not there.
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I stand in front of the doors, frozen, arm still outstretched. This doesnā€™t make sense, she loves this, she told me about the costume she was planning, she should be here.
Thereā€™s no time to dwell on why I so desperately need to see her again, what I would even say to her, the only thing left is fear.
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What if something has happened to her? Would I ever know? Weā€™re not together anymore and we have no friends in common, no one who would think of me or assume Iā€™d want to know if she got hurt or sick.
She could be dead. She could be dead and I would never know.
Iā€™m vaguely aware that Iā€™m spiralling but I canā€™t stop, I feel dizzy. The heat and the lights and the people, everything is too much and I can barely see.
Somehow my feet carry me outside, to the very same bench where we talked for hours on that first night. I try to breathe, deep breaths, but the air is too warm and feels thick.
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My hands shake as I log into the anonymous account I made during a moment of weakness after she blocked me, and I pull up her social media in the hopes that she posted something recently, anything that can reassure me that sheā€™s fine.
Relief floods through me when I see the timestamp on her latest updates. San Sequoia Aquarium, just a couple of hours ago. But the relief dissipates quickly as I scroll through the photos.
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Nestled between fish and family pictures, there are two selfies with her friend Marten.
I stare at them, suddenly feeling numb.
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Her eyes are shining like stars in the lights from the tanks. Sheā€™s smiling, and so is he. His arm is around her, possessively, and thereā€™s a hint of triumph in his eyes that I donā€™t like.
He seems to be carrying her on his back in the other photo, and the thought of her legs wrapped around him awakens an urge to tear him away from her that is almost suffocating.
If theyā€™re not already dating, itā€™s a matter of time. They would probably have gotten together a long time ago if I hadnā€™t been there. A petty part of me wonders if he was really being her friend or just biding his time, waiting for me to fumble, but thatā€™s crazy. I barely know the guy. Actually, I donā€™t really know any of Juliaā€™s friends, I just have a vague idea about their names and who they were to her.
I wasnā€™t a very good boyfriend, was I?
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I told you it was better this way.
Iā€™ve kept reminding myself that I didnā€™t make a mistake, and hereā€™s proof at last. This was meant to be, they were meant to get together, I just happened to get in the way. Heā€™s been a good friend to her, nice and considerate, while I only brought her chaos and pain.
I was so worried that Julia was wasting my time, but all along, I was the one wasting hers. She deserves better, I know this, but it still feels like I lost her all over again.
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I put away the phone and take a deep breath of the scorching air. And then I reach for the tiny, secret corner of my heart where I was nursing my last hope of getting her back and stomp it out.
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Remember those other 3 times I turned sekai characters into dinos (L/N MMJ VBS) I'm back with more of that crap i know Wanshow fans just looove their AUs so maybe this will appeal to a whole 3 people instead of 2 people this time
explanation for my picks below the cut
Tsukasa is a Styracosaurus because I made Saki a Stellosaurus which is another ceratopsian and also its frill is like vaguely star shaped kinda sorta not really
I don't have much to say about him so can i just mention how awful that Stellasaurus drawing is.
Yeah only recently did i start figuring out how the fuck to draw decent ceratopsians I am so sorry (the struggle is real i almost accidentally gave tsukasa 2 left feet here i swear i know what i'm doing)
I should redo that Saki at some point, girl deserves so much better than that wonkey crap. speaking of ceratopsians i opted out of giving him protofeathers unlike Saki idk they just didn't look right on him you can kinda go either way with most ceratopsians so i just do it when the vibe fits and don't when the vibe doesn't fit
Rui is a Troodon because Troodons are often associated with intelligence because they have the biggest brain to skull ratio of any dino, there's kinda no real way to know how intelligent dinos were but troodon just has the reputation of the smart dinosaur and people often depict them using tools like how crows do and that's like kinda like how rui does robot stuff, he also just fits the raptor shape sorta i feel like raptors have that sorta look to them that is like a similar vibe to the one Rui has, even tho Rui is the tallest character in sekai I feel like he's a mid sized dinosaur, does that make sense? no, but it does to me and i make the rules he's also 100% a feathered dino so it fits
Speaking of Troodon all you 2 paleo nerds reading this are getting war flashbacks from the name Troodon because Troodon itself has a interesting history of being a "wastebasket taxon" which is nerd talk for "scientists just threw a bunch of vaguely similar animals into this one category and didn't consider that maybe this was like 5 different animals and what would be the long term consequences of doing that" yes this is a thing that has happened enough times that there is a word for it
that shit still as of now isn't sorted out I don't think, I at least based my Troodon off the big one from Alaska that literally does not have a fucking name and is just like "the Alaska Troodon". I feel like the size fits and imma be real its the Troodon you see everywhere in media these days because its big and cool and it lived with Pachyrhinosaurus and Nanuqsaurus and also people like it cuz drawing dinosaurs in the snow is fucking awesome (boom i just tricked you into learning paleontology history)
Emu is an Archeopteryx because Emu is supposed to be like a phoenix and Archeopteryx could probably fly or glide or smth it's general considered like "the first bird" so like yeah (now that i think about it i could've made her pyroraptor cuz of the name but also she doesn't fit the vibes of a raptor at all i guess pyroraptor has the whole fire bird thing from its name) Emu would also be a small feathered dinosaur for sure so it fits in that sense too.
Nene is a Stegosaurus because the plates kinda look like her hair thing and her outfit in general and i feel like nene would have those tail spikes for some reason idk it just fits her energy, she'd def be a herbivore as well i feel. Also i personally just associate stegosaurus with the color green personally idk why (at first i was thinking she would be iguanodon because that's another dinosaur that's green in my head but she has like nothing in common with iguanodon lmao)
I guess nenerobo would be an Ankylosaurus than because that would like probably be the logical robot version of a stegosaurus maybe idk would nenerobo exist in this universe, you decide idk
i guess next one is that last one unless i wanna redo the vocaloids in this style or redraw saki at some point or whatever see you whenever that happens in however long it takes
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Danny's Daycare Part 10
[Master List]
The coffee shop was one heā€™d been to before, though Jason wasnā€™t much of a coffee drinker. It had grown a lot in popularity recently and Jason vaguely remembered Tim saying something about coming here regularly. Putting in his order (a redeye- which was a normal amount of caffeine to drink Tim), Jason found a booth in the corner and sat down.
He was a bit early so heā€™d have to wait for Danny. Heā€™d been surprised when he hadnā€™t gotten a text canceling their meeting after the night Danny and Miguel had had. Jason had almost texted Danny with an excuse to cancel just to make sure the man wasnā€™t pushing himself too hard but that felt a bit ridiculous.
Danny was a grown man, he could take care of himself just fine. If he didnā€™t want to cancel, he didnā€™t have to cancel.
Jason sipped his coffee and watched the entrance out of the corner of his eye. Danny arrived a couple of minutes late, his hair was sticking up in multiple directions like heā€™d just rolled out of bed, his shirt was inside out, and his jeans were wrinkled. Had he just woken up?Ā 
Eyes landing on Jason, the man made his way to the table with a smile. ā€œSorry Iā€™m late, Iā€™m gonna grab a coffee and then Iā€™ll join you.ā€
The barista at the front counter greeted him by name and they started chatting. Did they know each other? Was Danny a regular here as well? He waited for the manā€™s drink to be made (holy shit how many shots of espresso did they just put into his drink? That had to be a mistake) and thought about what he knew about the man.
He was somehow incredibly strong for his small build and short stature, probably a meta with super strength given his accidental murder of the Joker and easy take down of almost twenty-five men the night before- which. Jesus christ. Jason had learned some things about himself recently. Namely that he liked twinks who could easily pin him down or throw him around.Ā 
Shaking his head, he dismissed those thoughts. Now was so not the time or place.
Danny ran a daycare and seemed to genuinely care about the kids he took care of, heā€™d taken in two street kids and was helping get them into school again, when Jason insinuated the kids werenā€™t worth the effort Danny almost snapped his head off, and the man went berserk when someone threatened ā€˜hisā€™ kid last night.
He and his sister, Jazz Nightingale, had no other known family and their history was locked down behind an encrypted wall neither Tim nor Barbie were able to get through. Which was suspicious butā€¦ Jason hadnā€™t really cared much. He only knew Tim was looking into Danny because of last night.
Tim had blown up a bit when he realized Red Hood and Danny had met on a few occasions. Jason couldnā€™t exactly explain how theyā€™d met and had instead dodged all of his questions before ditching him and the rest of the bats to go home and implode.
Why implode? Because Danny taking down a bunch of goons that had hurt his kid without holding back (once heā€™d learned they were child traffickers) was probably the hottest thing heā€™d seen since the very same guy killed Jasonā€™s murderer. So. Yeah. Heā€™d gone home and had a bit of a crisis thinking about how in under twelve hours he was supposed to meet with the guy to discuss tutoring ā€˜his kidsā€™.
ā€œSorry about that.ā€ Danny said, taking the seat across from Jason and startling him out of his thoughts. ā€œLong night. Hope I didnā€™t keep you waiting too long.ā€
Jason shrugged. ā€œI like to be early if I can help it so itā€™s not really your fault I waited.ā€
He grinned and Jason decided he was a big fan of Dannyā€™s smile. ā€œSo youā€™re good at English?ā€Ā 
Snorting, Jason nodded. ā€œIt was one of the only things I was good at in school.ā€
ā€œIt was my worst subject. My high school English teacher had it out for me- though,ā€ Danny blushed and Jason forced himself to continue eye contact instead of noting how pink his cheeks had grown. ā€œI did fall asleep in his class most days.ā€
ā€œLooks like not getting enough sleep didnā€™t stop after high school.ā€ Jason noted. The man had bags under his eyes that rivaled Timā€™s. And ever since Tim and Conner got together heā€™d been sleeping a bit more- mostly because Connor made him, but still.Ā 
Danny groaned and took a swig of his coffee. ā€œThereā€™s a reason my drink has seven shots in it. You know how much time running a daycare, taking care of two teenage boys, and helping my sister get her GED takes up? Talk about burning the candle at both ends. I might as well have thrown the candle into the fire.ā€ He chuckled as if what heā€™d just said wasnā€™t insanely worrying.
Also, Jason was pretty sure Dannyā€™s sister was already attending college- why would he be helping her get her GED if that were the case?Ā 
ā€œSo what Iā€™m hearing is, youā€™re desperate for someone to help?ā€ Danny nodded reluctantly. ā€œWell, I thrived in English throughout high school and still read regularly, but you should know, I never finished high school or got my GED. So, technically, I donā€™t have any qualifications.ā€
Why the hell did he say that? He could have forged qualifications if he needed to! What if Danny didnā€™t want somebody whoā€™d never even graduated to teach his kids! What was he thinking-
ā€œThat doesnā€™t really matter to me. I almost didnā€™t graduate high school.ā€ Oh? ā€œAnd like I said, my younger sister is working on her GED at the moment. Weā€™re both plenty smart, a degree doesnā€™t determine someoneā€™s intelligence, just their situation.ā€ Younger sister? Wasnā€™t Jazz older than him?
ā€œThatā€™sā€¦ good to hear.ā€ Jason admitted.
Danny finished his drink- what the fuck was with this guy? ā€œDo you mind me asking why you didnā€™t finish school? You donā€™t have to answer, just curious honestly.ā€Ā 
Make up a lie- ā€œI died.ā€
What the ever-loving fuck Jason Todd? Arenā€™t you supposed to be good at keeping secrets? Fucking fuck- not only will Danny not believe him, but heā€™ll probably rescind his offer of hiring Jason- which- well, he didnā€™t need the money. He just wanted the opportunity to get to know the guy. But with a mouth as big as his itā€™s a shock heā€™s hidden his secret identity as long as he has-
ā€œOh.ā€ Danny furrowed his brows and stared at Jason seriously. ā€œOkay, yeah, same.ā€
Wait- What? Did Danny think he was making a joke? But he seemed serious still, something about the way he was looking at Jason was different from before, like he understood, like he meant it when he said ā€˜sameā€™. ā€œ...Same..?ā€ Jason asked, cautiously.
Clearing his throat, Danny looked away. ā€œYeah. Although, dying wasnā€™t what almost stopped me from graduating,ā€ he chuckled. ā€œThat was moreā€¦. Everything else going on. But, uh, yeah- weird conversation to have with someone I donā€™t really know but-ā€
ā€œYouā€™re saying you died? Like actually died?ā€ Jason cut in, still not believing what he was hearing. There was literally nothing about Daniel Nightingale online, no records heā€™d been able to find since heā€™d first found him a month ago- shouldnā€™t there be hospital records if he died?
ā€œYeah, look, I donā€™t like to talk about it much but yes. I understand. I,ā€ He hesitated, nervously picking at the skin around his fingernails while speaking. ā€œI died. Fully dead, came backā€¦ wrong. Different. So Iā€™m not too worried about whether you graduated or not, as long as you can teach the subject.ā€
Right. The reason they were both here. Not whatever the hell else that was just now (which Jason was one thousand percent looking into when he got home today). ā€œWhat are you thinking?ā€
ā€œI suck at everything English except speaking it. The boys need to learn about grammar, how to read and analyze something, how to write papers, essays, etc.ā€ Danny stopped picking at his fingers. ā€œTheyā€™ve been out of school for three years now so they have a lot to catch up on. Not only that, Miguel will be going into his senior year and Santiago will be starting freshman year.ā€
Jason nodded along. ā€œYeah I can teach all of that. Iā€™ve helped a few of my younger siblings throughout the years, none of them are really great at the subject.ā€
ā€œIā€™d obviously pay you. Thereā€™s two of them and Iā€™m asking a lot, so name a price and Iā€™ll make it happen.ā€
ā€œName a price?ā€ Jason repeated. ā€œYou sure about that, doll?ā€ He smirked at Dannyā€™s surprised look. ā€œI could be some schmuck down on his luck trying to take advantage of you right now and you say ā€˜name a priceā€™?ā€
Shrugging, Danny rubbed his temple. Did he have a headache? ā€œI mean, you probably couldnā€™t name a price I couldnā€™t meet but I guess, hows $150 an hour sound? Wait- should I double it because thereā€™s two of them?ā€ He looked at the ceiling contemplatively while Jason stared in shock. ā€œOkay yeah, $300 an hour good?ā€
ā€œThatā€™sā€¦ way more than necessary.ā€ Jason managed, taken completely off guard.
Danny, who seemed to get some confidence from Jasonā€™s shocked state, leaned forward and smirked. ā€œI can go higher if youā€™d like, darling. $500 an hour? $750?ā€ Heā€™d lowered his voice and raised an eyebrow. ā€œAh hell, might as well make it a solid $1,000, I am asking a lot of you, huh sweetheart?ā€
Where. Had. That. Come. From?
All Jason could think about was how incredibly sexy that confidence was. Jason swallowed, Dannyā€™s eyes followed the action, slowly trailing back up his face and- had Jason imagined the way the manā€™s eyes paused over his lips? Had the cafe always been this warm? ā€œ$150 is plenty.ā€ Jason finally managed.
Leaning back and returning to his former air of laid back and slightly frazzled, Danny smiled. ā€œSounds good! We usually work in the evenings and weekends, what days and times work for you?ā€
ā€œAny time on Saturdays is fine, any time after twelve on Sundayā€™s is fine,ā€ Alfred always gave him the disappointed look when Jason missed a brunch these days. ā€œAnd week nightsā€¦ I could probably do seven to nine? Not sure how often you need me to work with them though.ā€
Danny nodded, thoughtfully. ā€œTwo or three times a week would be good. The boys donā€™t have a lot to entertain them at the moment so theyā€™re trying to get a bunch of the school stuff out of the way. The latest entrance exam for Gotham Academy is the first week of August so they have almost two months but well- thatā€™s not much time. Weā€™re trying to expedite it as much as possible.ā€
ā€œWhat if they donā€™t get in?ā€ Jason asked.
ā€œThen Iā€™ll homeschool them.ā€ Danny shrugged. ā€œI want them to get into Gotham Academy for the social aspects and-ā€ he paused, looking at Jason seriously. ā€œAnd because I want them to prove to themselves that theyā€™re capable of it. They donā€™t think they can get in, but I know they can.ā€
Jason wondered what it would have been like, to have someone believe in him that much when he was younger. Bruce hadā€¦ heā€™d done his best, and sometimes Jason thought if there had never been Batman, never been Robin, things would have probably been completely different. If even a fraction of Gotham cared about others the way Danny did, it would change completely.
ā€œTheyā€™ll get into Gotham Academy, weā€™ll make sure of it.ā€
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Who. The Fuck. Was Dani Nightingale?
Tim had been looking into Danny Nightingale for months- learning everything he could about the man and his past which was, admittedly, not a lot, but he knew a few things. Daniel Nightingale had a bachelorā€™s in bio chemistry, he was super wealthy, he liked helping people, and he had one sister. ONE. Jasmine (Jazz) Nightingale, a student at Gotham U and intern at Arkham Asylum.Ā 
So why was there suddenly evidence of a second sister, one younger than Danny, whose name was ALSO Danny but with an ā€˜iā€™? Where did she come from? Who was she? Why did she look so much like Danny but neither looked like Jazz?Ā 
And another thing? Why was the only thing proving her existence, a social security number, birth certificate, and driverā€™s license? Where were the social media posts? The email accounts? Literally anything?! She hadnā€™t existed yesterday, and today- BAM! Sheā€™s a whole real person!Ā 
ā€œTim, I think itā€™s time for bed.ā€ Connor suggested.
Shaking his head, Tim continued to stare at the exact same information heā€™d spent the last forty minutes staring at. ā€œI donā€™t need sleep, I need answers.ā€
ā€œI will drag you to bed.ā€
ā€œKon-ā€
ā€œNope, too slow.ā€ Connor grabbed him around the waist and dragged him out of the cave to get his first proper night of sleep in almost a week.
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The meeting with Jason had gone well and theyā€™d settled on him coming over to tutor the boys on Mondayā€™s, Wednesdayā€™s, and Saturdays every week. The boys had asked him how itā€™d gone when he got home and he tried not to remember the way Jason had called him ā€˜dollā€™ or how Danny had snapped back, calling him ā€˜darlingā€™ and ā€˜sweetheartā€™ and checking him out the entire time- what the fuck Danny? The man was looking for a job and Danny had openly checked him out and clearly made him uncomfortable- Jason probably called lots of people doll- it wasnā€™t flirtatious.
So no. He hadnā€™t told the boys much about the meeting. Just that Jason would be helping with English from here on out. Theyā€™d also talked about Miguelā€™s outburst. The boy had tried to apologize but Danny wasnā€™t having it. Everything the boys were doing was hard, and he knew that; they didnā€™t deserve to feel guilt over getting emotional through the hard days.
The difficult stuff was for Danny to shoulder.
They had pancakes for dinner and the boys spent the night in his place again. Miguel was clearly quite shaken by what had happened but wasnā€™t ready to discuss it. Life had gotten in the way recently, but heā€™d promised Miguel a cat, and he thought the kid might need it now more than ever.
Nightingale: Hey, would you be willing to teach a friend of mine about cats?Ā 
Nightingale: ā€¦ You changed my name again.
Dami: It is your name.
Dami: ā€¦You changed my name again.
ā€˜Nightingaleā€™ has changed ā€˜Nightingaleā€™sā€™ name to ā€˜Dannyā€™
ā€˜Damiā€™ has changed ā€˜Damiā€™sā€™ name to ā€˜Damianā€™
Danny: Anyways- will you? I can pay you if you want
Damian: I do not need financial compensation. When were you hoping I could teach your friend?
Danny: As soon as possible? Heā€™s had a rough couple of days and I think the cat will help him. Heā€™s already shown a lot of responsibility towards them.
Damian: This is acceptable. Tomorrow after noon I am free.
Danny: You can come by anytime after noon! Thanks Dami!
Damian: I did not give you permission to call me that, Nightingale.
Danny: I didnā€™t give you permission to call me that, Dami.
Damian: Touche.Ā 
It seemed they were at a stalemate. The boy didnā€™t text him back after that which was fine, heā€™d be coming over tomorrow and Danny could tease him then. Shooting a text to Damian with his home address, Danny paused. Had he ever texted Tim?Ā 
Shit. He was such a bad friend. How long ago had that been anyways? A month? Ancients fuck- Putting in the number heā€™d hastily typed into an empty memo on his phone, Danny shot out a text.
Danny: Hey Tim, itā€™s Danny. Sorry it took so long to message, things have been crazy.
He hadnā€™t seen Tim at the coffee shop since the last time- he didnā€™t really have the time to go anymore- and wasnā€™t even sure if Tim really wanted to be his friend or had given Danny his number out of boredom or something. Although, didnā€™t he say he didnā€™t get much free time? Plus, it was kind of rude to have waited so long to text.
Collapsing into the couch with a sigh, Danny decided to stop overthinking things (easier said than done) and go to sleep intentionally for once. Heā€™d just closed his eyes when he heard the sound of a window sliding open. Whoever thought it was a good idea to break into the ghost kingā€™s apartment especially after one of his kids was kidnapped was crazy. Before he could get too angry he was met by the sight of Red Hood squeezing through the window with a plastic bag in one hand.
ā€œWh- you know what, Iā€™m not gonna ask.ā€ Danny rubbed a hand across his eyes.
Red Hood looked startled when he realized Danny was there. Itā€™s his apartment, why wouldnā€™t Danny be there? ā€œUh, sorry, youā€™re usually not here when I bring food.ā€
ā€œUsually not where? In my own apartment? In the apartment building that I own?ā€ Danny snarked. ā€œSorry, that was rude.ā€ He stood up feeling the blood rush to his head quickly. ā€œTo what do I owe the-ā€Ā 
He wasnā€™t quite sure what had happened. One second he was looking at Hood while approaching him, he blinked, and then he was looking up at Hood. They were also much closer than theyā€™d ever been aside from the time the vigilante had taken him home via grappling hook.
Blinking hard, Danny pulled away. ā€œWhat just happened?ā€
ā€œYou blacked out. Are you okay?ā€
Danny rubbed the back of his head which usually hurt after his power naps but felt completely fine at the moment. ā€œYeah,ā€ he sighed, pushing himself to stand up despite Hoodā€™s attempted protest. ā€œJust my body trying to take a power nap. Anyways, thanks for the food- you really donā€™t have to keep doing that.ā€
ā€œI want to.ā€ Hood said almost automatically. ā€œWhat the hell do you mean by power nap? That was a fainting spell if Iā€™ve ever seen one- and believe me, I have.ā€
Finding a place for the food in the fridge was easy considering Danny hadnā€™t exactly had time to go to the grocery store in the last few days. ā€œYou know- a power nap? When your body tries to overpower you into napping? Happens a lot.ā€
ā€œDanny- what the- that is NOT normal- you should see a doctor or-ā€
ā€œAwwww.ā€ Danny chuckled. ā€œThe Red Hood is worried for me?ā€ He teased.
The vigilante went silent for a moment, staring at Danny like he was an idiot. ā€œYes! Jesus fucking Christ man, passing out is not normal and you should most certainly see a doctor about it!ā€
ā€œNah, Iā€™m fine.ā€
Red Hood put his hands on his hips and tilted his head. It was kind of adorable how put-off he seemed. ā€œItā€™s not fine. How long has this been going on?ā€
Danny pretended to think about it. He didnā€™t have to. He knew the exact date heā€™d started having this issue. He wasnā€™t keen on telling the Red Hood that he was a baby who couldnā€™t handle a little murder. ā€œI dunno- a while.ā€
ā€œGive me an estimate.ā€ Hood countered.
ā€œHow longā€™s it been since we met?ā€ Danny asked (as if he didnā€™t have the date memorized or hadnā€™t recounted the events that led to him being casually acquainted with his favorite vigilante). ā€œAbout that long. You know- after I killed someone?ā€
Hood froze, his body tense in a way Danny hadnā€™t personally seen before. ā€œOh.ā€
ā€œYeah oh.ā€ Danny scoffed, closing the fridge and leaning against the counter for support. ā€œLook, the Joker deserved to die and I donā€™t regret killing him. I couldnā€™t sleep for a couple of days because of it, but I didnā€™t regret it. And thenā€¦ life got crazy. Vigilantes were breaking into my apartment, the daycare was getting busier, the Red Hood was leaving me meals,ā€ he gave the vigilante a pointed look. ā€œSuddenly Iā€™d taken in a couple of teenage boys and also my younger sister all of whom need an education Iā€™m not qualified to provide but am somehow the only one able to do it- itā€™s a lot, man.ā€
Hood nodded in understanding. ā€œThat is a lot. You donā€™t have anyā€¦ friends or family who could help you? Parents?ā€
Dannyā€™s face darkened. ā€œNo. Look, this isnā€™t the first time Iā€™ve dealt with this. Basically all of high school I got zero sleep and was expected to keep up grades and protect the town- Iā€™ll be fine.ā€
ā€œYeah, about that. You wanna tell me how you were a teenage vigilante?ā€
Shaking his hand, Danny huffed. ā€œYou want my origin story? Man, Iā€™m retired. And youā€™ve probably never even heard of me.ā€
Hood didnā€™t budge.
ā€œIā€™ll tell you what- you take off the helmet, and Iā€™ll tell you my origin story.ā€Ā 
ā€œNot gonna happen.ā€ Hood responded quickly.
With a smug look, Danny crossed his arms. ā€œThatā€™s what I thought. Thanks for the food, the boys always appreciate it, but I think weā€™re done here.ā€ He moved to show Hood out (through the window) but the man didnā€™t move, staring at Danny intently. ā€œWhat?ā€ He sighed.
Hood lifted his arms and though Dannyā€™s danger sense didnā€™t go off, he worried heā€™d offended the man. Although he thought very highly of the vigilante, he didnā€™t really know much about him. But instead of losing his temper or pushing Danny for more, Hood unlatched his helmet.
Danny gasped slightly as the man pulled it away and revealed- a domino.
ā€œOh you sneaky motherfucker!ā€ He barked out, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. When he was done laughing, he took in the manā€™s face. His black hair was messy, probably from the helmet, some of his hair lookedā€¦ white? But what he noticed the most was the scar on the side of his face. It was a J. Although Danny wasnā€™t always the best at putting things together, he could extrapolate whoā€™d left that there without needing to ask.
He sucked in a breath. ā€œOkay, I take it back, I think Iā€™m actually going to start sleeping better now that that fuckerā€™s dead.ā€
Hood pursed his lips. Danny tried not to look too closely at his lips but Ancients damn he was failing miserably. The man was hot. Danny liked men. He liked men so much.
The vigilante cleared his throat and Danny snapped out of it. ā€œSorry. I guess a deal is a deal. You want tea? Coffee? Something to eat? Itā€™s kind of a long story.ā€
It seemed that Hood was going to refuse his offer but thought better of it. Maybe he noticed the way Dannyā€™s voice shook a bit when he spoke or the haunted look he tried to cover up with a smile. ā€œTea would be great. Anything black.ā€
Nodding, Danny set to making them each a cup of tea immediately. He had a simple decaf black tea that he liked in the evenings and set to making them each a cup. ā€œMilk? Sugar?ā€Ā 
ā€œA little of each.ā€ Came the vigilantes' response. He sounded farther away than he had a moment ago and when Danny looked over to see why he found the man looking at pictures of him with his fraid.Ā 
When the tea was ready he brought it to the couch and set the cups down. ā€œThose are my friends.ā€ He said, startling Hood out of his apparently deep thoughts. Even with the domino covering his eyes, Danny could tell the man was thinking deeply about something.Ā 
Instead of asking whatever questions he had, the man picked up the mug meant for him and took a sip. ā€œThank you.ā€
Danny grabbed his own mug and sat on one side of the couch, Hood followed suit and sat on the other end. There was a lot of room between them.Ā 
ā€œAnyway,ā€ Danny took a sip of his tea to put off telling the story a bit more. ā€œMyā€¦ parents, Jack and Maddie, are what you might call mad scientists.ā€ He noted the way Hood tensed. ā€œThey had a fascination with ghosts and proving their existence and studying them. When I was a kid Jack and Maddie began constructing a portal to what they called ā€˜the Ghost Zoneā€™. It took years. When they were done- it didnā€™t work.
ā€œThey were pissed, but my friends and I thought it looked pretty cool. So they dared me to go inside and take a picture. And- well- I wanted to look cool for my friends. So I went inside.ā€ He paused, taking a sip. ā€œJack and Mddie are idiots and put a switch on the inside of the portal, and as a certified klutz, I tripped into it.ā€
Hood scrunched his brows together clearly tempted to interrupt but aware that he shouldnā€™t. It was cute.Ā 
ā€œIā€™d say the amount of electricity that went through my body was a few thousand volts. I died. ā€ He let that sink in for a moment, Hoodā€™s lips had parted in shock. Danny held up his hand and showed Hood his lichtenberg scars. ā€œI died but Jack and Maddie werenā€™t completely crazy. They were right about the ghost zone- although itā€™s called the Infinite Realms to those who actually inhabit it and while the portal opened through my body it was flooded with something called ectoplasm.
ā€œEctoplasm is part of ghosts. They need it to exist, they produce it, itā€™s like bloodā€¦ kind of. So the electricity killed me but the ectoplasm tried to keep me alive and I ended up half deadā€¦ half alive. You with me so far?ā€
Hood ran a hand through his hair. ā€œThereā€™s... more?ā€
Danny laughed. ā€œSo much. But we wonā€™t get into all of that.ā€ Hood didnā€™t need to know about every rogue heā€™d fought, the fact that heā€™d become king of the Infinite Realms at fifteen, or what happened after high schoolā€¦
ā€œHow old were you?ā€ Hood asked like it was important.
He guessed it was. ā€œFourteen.ā€ He managed.
Hood cursed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Ā ā€œWith the portal open, ghosts thought it was fair game for them to come through. Ghosts- and keep in mind, ā€˜ghostā€™ is a really generalized term, there are different kinds. Anyways, ghosts socialize through fighting and sparring so when they showed up and started attackingā€¦ I felt responsible.
ā€œSo I kicked their butts and threw them back into the Infinite Realms. They kept coming back and I kept dealing with them. Jack and Maddie, ever intent on catching a ghost to study, chased me for years not knowing I was their son. At one point the government got involved, it was a whole thing, eventually I was able to prevent the ghosts from coming back without permission and retired. Ta-da.ā€
Hood licked his lips and Danny knew- he knew Hood was trying to understand what Danny had just said but holy fuck why did he have to lick his lips? ā€œSoā€¦ Youā€¦ died? And youā€¦ came backā€¦ wrong?ā€Ā 
Something about the way he asked it struck Danny as strange. It sounded like a phrase heā€™d said before, something maybe heā€™dā€¦ heard others say? It wasnā€™t offensive, justā€¦ strange. ā€œI guess you could look at it that way. I donā€™t know if ā€˜wrongā€™ is the best way to put it, justā€¦ different. Despite what Jack and Maddie will tell you- Iā€™m still the same guy I was before I died. Well- as much the same as you can be after experiencing something like that.ā€
ā€œThis isā€¦ā€ Danny nodded encouragingly as the man tried to digest what heā€™d learned. ā€œOkay. So- sure. Ghosts. Why not? How did youā€¦ deal with them?ā€
Danny had pointedly ignored telling Hood about his ghost form- it feltā€¦ too personal. But he did feel a need to explain a bit to the man- the Avenger of the Dead. ā€œWhen I came back I hadā€¦ powers. Like ghosts. I mean, Iā€™m half ghost soā€¦ I can do the things they can do plus some other stuff.ā€
ā€œAnd thatā€™s how you accidentally killed the clown? Super strength?ā€
ā€œSomething like that, yeah.ā€
Hood stood up and began pacing- something heā€™d clearly been itching to do for a while but had held off for Dannyā€™s sake. ā€œSoā€¦ when you died and came back- did you- were there likeā€¦ side effects?ā€
ā€œLike what?ā€ Danny tilted his head.
ā€œUncontrollable rage.ā€
It was a strange question. The same way Hood asking if he ā€˜came back wrongā€™ was strange. Like he was drawing from personal experience rather than asking about Danny specifically. ā€œHood.ā€ Danny stood slowly, no need for another fainting spell at such a fragile moment. ā€œWhy do you ask?ā€
There was only a moment of hesitation before the vigilante answered. ā€œBecause I died and came back wrong too.ā€Ā 
Oh. Okay. Danny had never had this conversation before. He had to admit, something felt a bit off about Hood when they first met- but everyone felt a bit off in Gotham. It was in the air, buried under the streets built atop graveyards, it was embedded in every building and plant and person. The city reeked of that different feeling. So heā€™d brushed it off and learned to tune it out.
ā€œDanny?ā€
Right, he was in the middle of an important conversation. ā€œSorry, Iā€™ve just neverā€¦ uhā€¦ There arenā€™t many people like me. Can youā€¦ tell me more about how you came back?ā€
Hood tensed.
ā€œOr not!ā€ Danny shouted. ā€œSorry! Ancients, Danny.ā€ He sighed. ā€œLook, I never had uncontrollable rage- althoughā€¦ Wellā€¦ā€ Did he really want to go there? But the look on Hoodā€™s face- even covered by a domino- told him the man needed answers. And Danny might have them. ā€œThereā€™s aā€¦ different version of me that has some pretty bad anger issues.ā€
ā€œA different version of you?ā€
ā€œAn evil future me. Heā€™s still aroundā€¦ somewhere.ā€ Danny feigned nonchalance. Truth be told he didnā€™t know exactly where Dan was- heā€™d left that to Clockwork to handle, but last he heard his future self was getting therapy which- that was hilarious actually. Danny hadnā€™t worked up the courage to ask Clockwork about him. Not once.
Hood shook his head. ā€œThis isā€¦ crazy. Youā€™re telling me-ā€ He cut off, his head turned to the side slightly as if listening to something. ā€œFuck. Okay. I have to go- Spoiler needs backup- we are not done talking. This is crazy and I have a million questions, Jesus Christ- ghosts!ā€ He rambled, looking for his helmet and taking his leave without so much as a goodbye.
Well.Ā 
That wentā€¦
It went. Thatā€™s for sure.
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lost-in-fandoms Ā· 3 months ago
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An ugly Betty Maxiel au would hit so badly
hello anon!!!! I have to say, I never was a big ugly betty fan so I only have vague memories of it from the few episodes i watched with my sister, but I had a good think about this while in the shower and this is what my brain came up with.
Daniel inherits his father's company, even if he was never meant to. maybe he had been traveling around the world, or being a musician or an influencer idk whatever he felt like doing, but he's called back for some reason and he has to take over. and his family is scared he's gonna run it into the ground because he only thinks about what's fun and not what's best so they give him max (who had already been working in the company and is like...an accountant or something) as an assistant.
and they do NOT click at all, max is sooo boring and straight laced and wants daniel to do things like go to meetings or worse, listen to meetings?? and he's always talking about "researching sustainable resources" and "looking into more profitable markets" and daniel just does not care okay?
and then my brain stuttered a little because how do i fix them from here? because i do not remember the show enough to let it do it for me. and i thought maybe daniel drags max to some sort of party during working hours and max is uncomfortable and keeps trying to make him leave, but daniel forces a couple of drinks in him and somehow they end up at daniel's house, both a little buzzed, talking about their dreams. daniel talks about wanting to see the world, be his own person instead of his father's son. max talks about bettering the world, wanting to transform the way things work, even if it is one company choice at a time. and they understand each other better after that and start to work together.
and then they start falling in love.
BUT THEN!!! (and here is the plot twist dear anon) my brain said: why not reverse ugly betty AU? (i bet there is like...a movie/tv show i could reference for this but it's 2:30 am give me a break)
max who has been raised to take over his father's company. it's all he wants and knows how to do. when he does take over, he throws himself completely in it, runs it like a military camp, profits go up but so does the rate in which they have to hire new people because everyone keeps running away. and his mother and sister are worried about him, because he's so young and all he does is work work work, no more hanging out with friends, no more playing video games, zero drinking, zero fun.
and so they trick him into hiring daniel as his personal assistant. maybe victoria knows daniel through someone else, or she gets lando to give her the name of his most extravagant acquaintance. and daniel is. quite different from max. he likes to party, to live his life. he's older and never held the same job from more than a year. he's lived on people's couches multiple times before. he's moved several times in his life just because he got bored of the place.
max hates him. daniel is a terrible assistant, keeps trying to schedule breaks in his days???? cuts meetings shorts when they run over working hours? forces him to go have drinks after work????? and is always chatting and touching him and forcing him to "take the scenic route" instead of the most direct one.
he doesn't realise daniel had seen a sad kid and decided to help him. he doesn't realise it's working until he starts softening up, both at work and in his personal life.
and then they fall in love!
bestie this was very fun to think about thank you for sending this ask! and i am sorry if this isn't exactly what you were thinking about but as i said i am not an ugly betty connoisseur.
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paperdice Ā· 5 months ago
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Hi is it possible to have toshinori yagi (all might) x male reader. The reader is a famous doctor who walks with a cane (following an accident). They are married and it's a secret, only a few people know (izuku doesn't know) but a journalist surprises them together and publishes it on the Internet. I'll let you imagine how the fans, Izulu and others will react (sorry if there are spelling mistakes, English is not my mother tongue.
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"I will change your name and keep it a secret, cause I love you and you love me."
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āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†You had quite the title that you lived up to, the infamous doctor that helped develop the study of quirks, finding ways to enhance both others and your own quirk for the greater good. A well respected doctor that whenever mentioned on any platform, it was always about either a great discovery or a great stepping stone for the future.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†Your own quirk was a healing type, a very rare and special ability that you used to use to help others all the time. But due to an accident, for whatever reason, and you can't tell if your age also takes place in this your quirk has been having some difficulty activating. You had already been working on the study of increasing others quirks, hence this accident encouraged you to focus on the study more.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†You weren't seen often outside of work, if you were out cause of some sort of announcement or you were just on the sidelines to observe whatever you needed for research. So when people do meet you in person they always compliment yourself and your work, or sometimes people praise you for helping them due to your older works. You can only imagine how devastated the public was to hear of your incident, it was big for a good while.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†But behind this rather reserved hardworking doctor, there lived a years long hidden secret. The love life between you and Toshinori Yagi, the symbol of peace. The two of you have been happily married for a long duration, carefully hidden under the rug from everyone aside from a few important people in your lives. You both didn't know if there'd be a time to share this to the public anyways, the question was shrugged off.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†Years ago, in the years of both all mights prime and your own, a villain attacked the area you were in. To this age you vaguely remember what happened that day, what you remember is your future husband paying you a visit in the hospital. All might himself was sitting next to your hospital bed for whatever reason, come to find out you were in a coma for about five months.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†Apparently all might asked the doctors to please send a future email of your predicted awakening, if there was any sign of you waking up that is. You already had visits from family but all might?? Well truth be told he felt guilty for 'allowing' you to be so severely injured while he was saving the day. His head looming in disbelief that you had been under his protection and he failed you, a rather important figure in history too! man he messed up, he thought..
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āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†The relationship was so endearing, you balanced each other out perfectly. Always looking out for one another mentally, physically and emotionally even if being separated for work reasons in a rather long period. The simple things with such earnest thought, Toshi messaging you if you got to work/home safely or him randomly dming you "are you okay?" in the middle of the day. Then freaking out if you take hours to reply.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†All the time you bring work papers home and having to look over them, or just sit in whatever spot you pick and type into computer for some time. If Toshi's home and having his own relaxation in the comfort of the shared home, he'll look over where you're working, just to take in the sight of you being busy. He loves this sight especially, your focused face double checking the pages. Toshi stares so lovingly at you everytime for years on end that you've grown used to it.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†What you've also grown used to is him accidentally falling asleep while admiring you, you try and catch his eyes getting heavier before he knocks out, so you can encourage him to rest. Toshi smiles and quietly chuckles each time you tell him that, agreeing that your probably right but he rather spend the little time he has with you. His dearest husband, how could he leave at this sight of him?
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†Stress is common with you two, the cause always being work. So stress checks are too common, if one notices the other is a bit more impatient or anxious than usual they always step in. Though, after so many years spent together it seems like Toshi still isn't all that confident on what is the right thing to do for you. Confident or not, his efforts are always appreciated.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†Dates are often, normally after overworking the whole week causing the many separations. It can get tough trying to have a date outside so you two gotta get creative with the plans. That's why it's extra special, talking about your weeks and sharing sincere words after holding them back to save it for this very moment. Funny how even at the ages y'all held now, you can still feel weakly in love.
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āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†After working on loads of research on increasing quirks, overtime you felt a guilt dragging you in the mud. You wanted this for the future heroes, for yourself to activate your healing quirk and go out to help again. But to also help Toshi, you see how at times he just wants to go out to aid the civilians or UA students. If you can just help him maintain even just a little of what he has left of his quirk, that'd make you both happy.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†But not much luck lately, you found yourself in a repeated cycle to find answers. Through this cycle guilt found itself attaching to you, all week you were just thinking of helping your husband, determination was turning into desperation. Clearly distracted from your work recently, Toshi thought to pay you a visit at your work place with some snacks and his winning smile.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†This wasn't a huge deal at your work place for him to just show up for you, after all,, your research can help him with his past injury. This was just him checking up on progress that's all, nobody makes a deal of it.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†He finds your work space and asks if you could go outside instead, get some fresh air and have a quick chat, leaving the snacks behind. Now you were standing in the back where nobody could see you two alone. Toshi gets straight to the point after the "how you been" and "hows work", he asks what's been stressing you out so badly.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†Seeing you this wrecked happened rarely, he's concerned. After some poking and reassuring words you spilled, softening his heart in the process. "it's okay, you don't need to worry about that. I just can't help myself when I see an opportunity where I could've- swooped in and saved the day.." Toshi sighs, now holding your left hand, it's bare and alone.. having abandoned the wedding ring at home. His thumb rubs on your ring finger as he continues "I've passed down one for all, even if you did help me it wouldn't go as far as you think. Because I don't have my quirk anymore."
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†The truth was.. He was right. And you knew that. It just didn't sit well with your heart, "I love you for trying and thinking of me.. really, I do.." his other hand was now rummaging through his pocket, "ever since you laid out your heart for me, I just- how could I have been so lucky?." he pulls out something in his pocket, but he's still hiding it with his hand.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†"I'm grateful that I married you, secret or not, I'm happy it was you I fell for." confessing his love, he pulled your hand up to his face and kissed your ring finger, the item he pulled out was none other than your wedding ring. Toshi ever so gently puts it on your finger, staring at you with what you sworn you saw was heart eyes. Little did you both know, this sweet moment was going to uncover the hidden secret that was lonesome from the public eyes.
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āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†About a day later an article was published from a trusted journalist, "Symbol of Peace All might and Infamous Doctor y/n's Hidden Marriage" ...What.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†It was spread like wild fire all over the internet, what made it worse, there was solid proof right there. Toshi holding your hand, kissing it and placing the ring. With another hidden shot of the shared kiss before heading back to work. Worldwide. you couldn't even go to work that day, neither of you could.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†Not because of hate no, just questions about the relationship and how long y'all been together ect ect. There was a mixed of reactions, the people who didn't approve two men dating (homophobia), the group who didn't care and supported, then there was the all might simps left heartbroken that he was taken all along. Fortunately the support was higher than the hate, because why care?
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†If you two seemly have been married and kept this secret for an assuming while, why bother hating? You two were happy, there were even theories out that suggested you two had to hide it due to fear of homophobia. All might- Toshinori, has saved so many people and inspired others worldwide, the least they can do is support his love life, it's not like he can control his heart.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†Young Midoriya messaged Toshi with panicking texts, asking the same questions everyone else did, asking why he didn't trust to tell him but it's okay that he didn't and how he's happy for him.
It was a lot.., Toshi was all slumped and apologetic to you about not being careful and "stupid" enough to take you out and do that rather than being in closed doors.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†That's when he felt like he had a good idea of telling the public everything, to make a video. Which you knew it wasn't going to work, you saw how badly he wanted to get it over with that he forgot how awkward he can get on camera plus it would be so cringe. You let him discover this on his own, dozens of restarts later he came to the same conclusion.
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†You patted his back with a smile, "how about we do it in person? A conference so we can answer all the questions."
āŠ¹ā‚Š ā‹†āœ¦ ā”†So that's what you both decided on, Toshi was understandably, a bit nervous. Just for the worries to be washed away with rather respectful asks, very few had made you both uncomfortable but never extreme. It was a relief to see how many people had accepted it so quickly, support on the internet with cute fanart of you two, people saying how you were both lucky catches for one another.
in the end, it was all okay.
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How convenient would you say it is to be needing more information on teenagers quirks that the principal from UA invited you over to observe the hero course students train.
where your husband worked at.
You stood outside the school building, it's rather intimidating height staring down at you. "Hello! I'm down here!" A voiced called, and your already familiar with it. Looking down seeing none other than principal nezu, he's so small and he was waving at you with a smile.
"I'm glad you could you make it, I thought I'd help you with your analysis regarding to better understanding the youths quirks." Nezu's smile never left and his little eyes was just adorable.
You smiled back to the principal, "Could you kindly tell me how will you be aiding me? Am I seeing the students training up close?" Questioning what he meant by his words within his invitation. "Right now they're training in our gym gamma, I'll lead you the way and tell you the details!"--
-Walking in you saw Eraserhead, Ectoplasm and your husband. But currently Eraserhead and Toshi had their backs towards you, it didn't seem like they were waiting for you. Weird..
"Have you two already forgotten who was paying a visit today?" Nezu called them out from behind, his voice perked up their ears as they both turned towards you. Aizawas face was slightly confused but his face relaxed after, meanwhile Toshi's face lit up.
Aizawa questioned Nezu, "Oh, it was today?. Thought it was next week." He rubbed the back of his neck. "W-what, I wasn't told any of this, you were planning on visiting?" It was so cute how flustered he was to see you, you could tell he was holding back excitement. everyone could
While both you and nezu were explaining things, some students noticed you.
"Ouu is All mights boothang came and visited him? So cute!" Mina teased from afar, she was loud enough that a good chuck of the other students heard and looked over.
"Awh, that's sweet, All Might's one lucky guy huh." Jiro smiled looking straight at Toshi. He didn't know what to say, so you had to speak for him, "A visit is part of why I'm here, I just need to gather up some info from you kids quirks then I'm out"
After Aizawa told them not to get distracted, you were then told by nezu to watch the students close one by one and get whatever you needed. So you did, but not before asking to step aside with Toshi first.
Sure you could speak to him after the examination or at home, but you had to cram this into schedule and you knew you'd be staying at work a bit later tonight. So why not chat a bit now?
The whole time as you two spoke you heard all kinds of wingman type of hyping up in the background from the students, some of them at least.
It was getting to Toshi since his face was all pink and he was starting to stumble on words a bit. That went on like that, for the entire time you were there. It was very sweet you can't lie, some asked about the relationship, a handful mentioned about your research and few didn't say anything. And one asked about where you got the sick cane Kaminari.
By the end of it all you did gain some things that you needed but now you also gained a bunch of mini wingmans by your side.
"You know, if we were exposed a bit sooner, I think I'd invite them to our wedding."
"Seriously.."
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Ahhh I really hope you like it, sorry for the wait I really wanted to nail this one! It was fun writing the ideas and story build, come back and roll again if you're thinking of another request!
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gyusimp Ā· 2 years ago
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Ā°ā€¢300 followers gift! ā€¢Ā°
āš ļøWarnings: NSFW, MINORS PLEASE DNI!, Smut content, Very explicit content, Dark content, Kidnapping at Kyogoku house, Stockholm syndrome, submissive reader, Female reader, Insults, Inappropiate languaje, Canon Gyutaro. Read at your own risk.
I reached 300 followers! I promised a good smut so here's a gift from me to all of you for being so amazing. I have no words to thank all your support and kind words since the beginning of this adventure on Tumblr, writing for Gyutaro makes me very happy and it also makes me happier to know that I am contributing a little to this fan club of his. Thank you very much so enjoy! šŸ’š
Special thanks for @mrsshabana and her interesting suggestion šŸ‘€
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It had already been a long time. were they days? Weeks? Months? You don't remember, but since that day your life took a 180 degree turn. You entered the Kyogoku house with the hope that you could have a better life than you've led up to now, even if it meant selling your body as if you meant nothing. They say that money is not everything in life, surely someone who never lacked for anything said it and now here you were, in your training to learn to be a refined and elegant girl capable of attracting clients with something more than just your physical.
It was easy for you to be accepted, you were one of the few most beautiful girls that existed within the Entertainment District, the house would grow enormously with you so if they didn't accept you it would be stupid. Your beauty had saved your life but it had also condemned you in a way, without you knowing it. You didn't even imagine it.
He had seen you. At all hours of the day, although you could not see him he could watch you, from the dark depths of the shadows he watched you. Every step you took, every word you said he could hear you and hell, you were driving him crazy, just looking at you made him want things that had never crossed his mind before in all his long years of life. Would he just keep watching you or would he do something to change his reality?
His selfishness took him too far this time. You were perfect, you were his and he would not allow you to be contaminated by the dirt of any insignificant worm. You were clean and beautiful, he wouldn't let anyone get their hands on you until it was his turn. If someone was going to try you, it would be him, if someone was going to stain you, contaminate you or desecrate you inside this house, it would be him and no one else but him. He wanted that just by seeing you, everyone would know that you were his and no one else's, that you belonged to him, that every corner of your body screamed his name.
Gyutaro Shabana.
That was when his sister let him do as he pleased, it would be easy to invent a rumor about the girl's escape or murder, it didn't matter. Like her, her brother always got what he wanted. He took you all to himself, he owned you in the darkest and most secluded place in the Kyogoku house, the place furthest from all human contact that no one had the slightest idea existed, where he could remind you that you were his when he wanted.
The first few days were difficult, this client took you all to himself and it seemed like he would never let you go. That twisted idea had no place in your head, you cried, you got angry but no matter how big a scandal you made you couldn't escape from his side.
Those days are just memories now, vague memories where you still can't understand how your way of thinking changed by being by his side. As if you felt anger and frustration when you saw him, you went from wanting him in the same way and doing whatever this man could think of. It would be enough for him to snap his fingers to have you on your knees in front of him completely at his will, because you were his.
Summer was just arriving, the nights, despite being windy, were still hot and irritating. You were in the same place you had been since he took you in trying to find a way to deal with the high temperatures in the environment. Small amounts of sweat began to dampen your body under your clothes, your loose hair was a torment and that feeling between your legs was too annoying. It wasn't because you felt aroused, just the heat made your panties feel very wet for some reason and that was starting to irritate you. When suddenly, he appeared.
Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, your heartbeat quickened, and thrilling joy blossomed from the depths of your chest.
"Gyutaro-sama!" You squealed with excitement.
He walked towards you and you just greeted him as usual. You sat on your knees with both hands resting on the ground in front of you as he continued to move closer to you. You looked at him happily, waiting for his return greeting. Gyutaro watched you from above, from head to toe. He noticed the big blush that was painted on your face, how little hairs stuck to your forehead and shoulders due to your sweating and then he looked down at your chest. Your kimono was slightly open because you were trying to freshen up a few minutes ago, which left the beginning of your breasts exposed, making Gyutaro start to feel hard.
He cupped your chin in his thin, bony fingers and forced you to look into his eyes.
"It's hot in here, don't you think?" he asked, with a lazy smile.
"O-Of course, it's quite annoying!"
He kept looking at you "It's different for demons but..." he placed his thumb over your lips, touching them with his fingertip noticing that they were a bit dry. "I suppose you'd do anything to get some water, wouldn't you?"
Water. That would be the solution, you were dying and you didn't know why but Gyutaro had given you the answer. You were probably dehydrated so that was what would get rid of this unbearable heat.
"Yes! You're right!" You answered agitated. "You could get me some, right? You are very good to me, Gyutaro-sama. Could you get me some water?" You asked, eager to hear an answer as you rubbed your face in the palm of his hand as if you were a cat happy to see its owner after a day without seeing him.
Gyutaro laughed after hearing your request. "Of course! You know I can give you whatever you want, as long as you do your part...would you do what daddy asks, sweetie?" He asked.
"Y-yes! Of course I do!" You responded excitedly, almost jumping in place to get closer to him and hold his hands. "You know I would do anything for you, I'm yours!"
Gyutaro watched you with a mocking smile, he thought you were desperately pathetic and that turned him on too much. He loved seeing you so desperate and surrendered at his feet, willing to leave you in his hands so that he could do what he wanted with you.
"Then you'll have to take care of this." Gyutaro took a part of your hair to pull it and bring your head closer to his hip in an abrupt way, to bury your face in his crotch making his length crash against your face. "Look what you've done, my little slutā€¦you'll take care of it."
Gyutaro pulled your hair again and forcefully threw you to the ground so that you were lying on your back. He didn't wait another minute to loom over you in an imposing way and watch you eager to do with you what he wanted.
He took the red ribbon around his neck and took it off, took your hands and tied them above your head to hold you steady. Immediately after, Gyutaro grabbed the collar of your kimono with one hand and pulled it down with all his might to open it, ripping your obi and the rest of the garment leaving you completely naked since you weren't wearing any underwear. Gyutaro looked at you carefully and made fun of you when he saw your extremely flushed face, trying to cover you but your hands were tied.
"What a pathetic and poor girl...I will make you feel like never before." He said between laughs.
Gyutaro settled on you and took your knees with both hands to separate them and open your legs wide, finding your cunt naked and already very wet. He licked his lips and without wasting another minute he pounced on you to start tasting you.
Gyutaro squeezed your thighs hard, making you moan shakily the moment his tongue made contact with your slippery folds. Your hips moved in circles to one side and the other to try to get more pleasure than what Gyutaro was already giving you. You could feel his tongue and teeth running all over your wet vagina, he didn't take breaks, he just devoured you completely like there was no tomorrow. After his mouth had been in each and every one of the corners of your core, he separated from you with a snap coming from his mouth after having made one last suck.
You could feel how wet you were between your legs, a part of your juices had trickled down your butt, wetting your thighs and crotch, mixing with Gyutaro's thick saliva. When he separated from you, a transparent thread was the only thing that united him between your pussy and his mouth. His lips were wet, drops dripping from the corners of his mouth to his chin and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. You felt very aroused and the best of all is that all this was just beginning.
You gave Gyutaro a submissive but daring smile, letting him know you needed more from him. Sometimes, he just bothered you, stimulating you for a while, making you believe that he would fuck you, but actually, he ended up getting up and leaving on purpose, leaving you irritated and desperate. The times when this happened, you usually ended up masturbating, but it was nothing like when Gyutaro did it to you.
"Aren't you going to continue? I thought you wanted to" you said, feigning sadness. "I need more of you and you know it..." your legs stayed open on your own and you weren't going to close them. Gyutaro was in front of you so your intention was that your open and wet cunt was under his gaze to seduce him. "Sure? You don't want to continue?" You asked, you started rubbing against the futon you were lying on to tease him, Gyutaro untied your hands and you lowered your fingers into your pussy. "I'm yours, Gyutaro...see?" You took your labia and spread them wide to expose your wet folds and swollen, throbbing clit to begin rubbing it with your fingers slowly and carelessly until your movements became faster and more rushed as you began to feel more pleasure. "Don't you want to do this? Don't you want to touch me and do everything you want to me?...that's what I'm for!" Your voice was desperate and a bit demanding begging for him. "I told you you could do whatever you want to me so here I am, see?" You said, and you spread your legs more showing Gyutaro your vagina. "Th-this cunt is yours Gyutaro-o...aahh...it's all yours and you can do whatever you want, whatever you want but I-I need you inside, I need you inside of me...j-just take me and do what you want, open me as wide as you can and fuck me until you can't anymore...fuck this little pussy and make me feel complete! Do it Gyutaro-sama!"
Gyutaro removed your hand from your vagina before you could cum on your own, grabbed your hair and turned you to place your chest on the futon, exposing your back. He took you by the waist with both hands hard and put them under you to squeeze your tits making you gasp. Gyutaro came closer to you and lowered one of his hands towards your pussy to insert his fingers directly into your wet hole. Every time Gyutaro moved and arched his fingers inside you there were wet sounds that caused you to get more and more wet.
Your eyes were blank and a thread of saliva ran down your mouth to your chin while you couldn't stop moaning desperately.
"I love to make my whore happy!" Gyutaro said, full of pride in himself. "Do you really want me to do everything you said? Well...you asked for it."
Gyutaro took his hand out of your pussy with another loud sound caused by your juices, he took your hip and made you lift it up, leaning on your knees but without letting your tits come off the futon, arching your back. The only view Gyutaro had now was of your ass so in awe of the view he gave you a hard and painful spank that made you moan. Your ass was on top so he didn't have a perfect view of your hole unlike when he just spreads your legs to fuck you. Gyutaro lowered his hand to your pussy again and began to touch you "looking for your hole" while with the other hand he pulled out his hard dick dripping from his pants and when he finally knew where to enter, he rammed you and penetrated you the first time making you scream with a bang painful pleasure. Your hands were clinging to the futon trying to hold you steady but Gyutaro was too strong and moved too fast. "Is that okay? Is that how you wanted me to fuck you?" he asked sarcastically. Gyutaro cupped your pussy with both thumbs and spread it open to expose your swollen folds. "That's how you wanted me to fuck and open you, right bitch? To fill you up and make you dirty with me, to stain you and make you impure! Are you enjoying it now? Is your pathetic cunt better now or will it still be dripping and writhing for me until i destroy it?!" He spoke mockingly.
You were dying in every way, this hurt as fuck but the pleasure that Gyutaro gave you was completely indescribable, his thick cock was demolishing you but that was what you wanted and you didn't care that your legs and your entire cunt hurt tomorrow and during some days. This is why you were by his side, right? Gyutaro took you by the hips as he dug into you, squeezing your ass and showering you with insults and dirty words, he pulled your hair up to see your expression and your eyes rolling up non-stop moaning until he kissed you abruptly without stopping moving. Gyutaro kept going until he realized how tight your pussy was, your body began to shake and your hair was a mess mixing on your face with your tears, sweat and saliva. Your entire cunt trembled and after feeling that perfect sensation of burning and pleasure at the tip of your clit, you cum. You cum all over Gyutaro's dick just like he did inside you, his release so great that it began to overflow through your folds until it seeped out of your vagina and trickled down your crotch, thighs and knees until it dripped onto the futon and created a small thick puddle under both of them. This orgasm was a relief for you, after having come all you could do was fall on the futon without caring how you got daub in your semen and Gyutaro's. Your eyelids were starting to feel too heavy until you started to close your eyes.
You couldn't even get the water that Gyutaro had promised you because after that amazing fuck, you fell asleep or passed out even with Gyutaro deep inside you. Maybe you had reached your limit but... are you sure that Gyutaro too?
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bit-odd-innit Ā· 1 year ago
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"Oh hell yeah." Argyle tips his head down to hang between his knees, clapping reverently and in time as he rises to the next song on Jonathan's mix. "Let's fuckin' goooooooo." Jonathan's nose scrunches around a laugh. "You don't strike me as a John Denver fan." Argyle's arms are up above his head, swaying elegantly in sync with the wind-swept branches above them. Robin is on her feet too, mimicking him, looking like an ancient aunt at a wedding attempting the YMCA. "As far as I'm concerned, dyood," he grabs Robin's wrists and maneuvers her to be somewhere in the neighborhood of the rhythm. "Anyone who's cool with the Muppets? S'cool with me. COUNTRY ROOOOOOADSā€”" Tonight was meant to be a relaxed night, an evening where the older kids could unwind, but there's an unshakable Finality to it. Jonathan and Argyle are shipping back to California in a few days, and it's a matter of weeks before Robin and Nancy head east for college. Steve's parents at last sold the house (well under asking, his mother loves to remind him) so he's crashing at Eddie and Wayne's Bright Shiny New Ranch for the foreseeable future. Steve's chest sinks. He's never going to be with these people, in this place, ever again.
Beside him, Eddie giggles.
"You amused, Munson?" He asks, rolling his head to the side. They're all more than a little high and more than a little drunk, but Steve and Eddie are the only ones who have fully laid back in the high grass behind the Hopper-Byers home. Steve thinks, briefly, of ticks. The bonfire he and Jonathan cobbled together flares orange, illuminates Eddie's cheekbones. Steve watches his plush pink lips silently mouth the words of the song, eyes closed. Steve's heart clenches. "Big fan of the Muppets, I assume," he says instead of you're everything to me. Eddie's whole face pinches in on itself, caught. "Are you surprised? I'm friends with Henderson, am I not?" Steve's laugh pulls him upright, his fist twisted in Eddie's tee shirt dragging him along for the ride. He's more than a little worried about ticks. Eddie follows him, still giggling, face pushed into Steve's shoulder. Across from them Nancy and Jonathan slow dance. There's something mournful about it; Nancy's hand curved around the back of Jonathan's neck, eyes and jaw hard; Jonathan rubbing his thumb on the small of Nancy's back, eyes watery and set somewhere far in the distance. Nancy's arm flies out and Robin is there at once, curved into her side. Argyle is there too, crushed against Jonathan's back, one hand still wrapped around Robin's wrist.
"Where you from?" Steve asks, feeling as stupid as the question sounds. Eddie squints. "Where d'ya think I'm from, baby?" And ah, God, fuck, shit. Because baby started as a joke. Baby built off their goofy innocuous teasing of darling and sweetheart and my love because they're friends and friends tease, but Eddie called Steve baby and his entire circulatory system collapsed, could only recalibrate by calling Eddie honey, watching his dark eyes go liquid soft, his body melting against him. They're friends. "You're from..." He gestures vaguely. "Not here?" Eddie laughs again, his breath warm against his collarbone.
"I'm from Kentucky," he lets his voice dip into his natural accent and Steve shivers. "I moved here in middle school when Wayne got the job at the factory."
"You miss it?" He tips his head so he mouths the question into Eddie's hair, in the space above his ear. Eddie hums and Steve digs his nails into the underside of his thigh to stop himself from jolting. "I don't remember enough about it to miss it," he says. "But I love this song, and it makes me miss something I don't think I ever had. Does that make sense?" Argyle, who is the closest he's ever been to the East Coast, tips his head back to face the canopy of trees and screams, "WEST VIRGINIAAAAAAAAAā€”"
Steve leaps to his feet, dragging Eddie with him.
"Dance with me."
Eddie's fingers curve around Steve's. "What about your girl?" "She's fine." Behind them, Jonathan Nancy and Robin kick out the square dance they learned in middle school gym class. Robin is one step behind, dragged along by the elbow Nancy has hooked around her bicep. Argyle watches, nodding and fascinated. Steve pulls Eddie in, chest to chest, hand crawling up to cradle the back of his skull, and murmurs, "take me home..."
He doesn't remember a lot after that. He remembers the thrust of Eddie's body, the soft press of his mouth. He remembers Nancy's squeaky "Oh!", Argyle's affirmative hum, Robin's hyena-like cackle that said he was going to get destroyed tomorrow, and the buzz against his lips. Eddie giggles, pulls him closer. "Take me home," he sings, and Steve thinks, we already are.
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angstics Ā· 21 days ago
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Iā€™m kinda a new fan had some questions. Are any of the members religious? I saw Gerard say god spoke in his head or something (I hear alot of Christians say this)
Regarding that whole thing does he hallucinate? I donā€™t mean to be rude Iā€™m just wondering if heā€™s kinda schizophrenic. I really donā€™t mean to be rude.
Were they on drugs during the creation of black parade? Did they do drugs during the creative process at all? (Sorry to be weird)
Did Gerard write comics before the band? Was he successful? Did he actually work at CNN? Did he want to join military after 9/11 (Iā€™ve heard him say he wanted to join in a tweet) ? Is there any pic of his art portfolio during college?
Did Mikey go to college?
hi! these arent weird questions. you just want to know what everyone else knows. im gonna answer your questions as best as i can from my own recollection. anyone can add if im wrong or forgot something. disclaimer, of course, there's a lot the public doesnt know so ill just be regurgitating What Is Known, and where you might have gotten these ideas. below the cut ->
"Are any of the members religious?"
the ways grew up catholic. Gerard has talked about his relationship with religion a few times. Most substantially this twitlonger in 2013 (from this tweet). i dont know if we know his Current Status. i feel like he talked about it in this 2019 podcast maybe. he def talks about his and his wife's relationship to "witchcraft" in there. In the second nj 2022 show he referred to bury me in black as a song from back in the "catholic days". whatever that means
frank used to go to catholic school. i think he no longer identifies with catholicism. i dont think we know what ray or mikey practice.
"I saw Gerard say god spoke in his head or something (I hear alot of Christians say this)"
he probably did say that, i just cant remember when. what i do remember is that he often talked about "hearing voices" (2014) and "being touched by god" (2007), particularly relating it to joan of arc.
"Regarding that whole thing does he hallucinate? I donā€™t mean to be rude Iā€™m just wondering if heā€™s kinda schizophrenic."
so, he's never talked about any specific mental illnesses. he's only ever talked about symptoms. on purpose! there's this infamous tweet of his, "Labels: my therapist and I don't use them. I am chemically imbalanced, so I take medication to help with that. In fact-" "I don't use labels for anything. Using labels only gives others the leverage needed to categorize you or use you as a political tool." (2016 1, 2)
he talked about depression & mania. he's talked about "hearing voices" around the break up period, 2013-15. some attribute the paramour mansion hauntings to mental illness. it's vague
"Were they on drugs during the creation of black parade? Did they do drugs during the creative process at all?"
frank and gerard talked about doing drugs during the recording of three cheers in 2003 (2011, good discussion "After our grandmother died..." on). gerard went sober second half of 2004 and the band has talked about being sober around him in support. so i dont think they did any drugs while making black parade (which was when they were touring 2005 & in 2006). i think they've even said they smoked a lot of cigs because they couldnt do drugs.
frank has talked about his drug dependence during the black parade tour 2007-08 ish. mikey went sober around the break up. i dont think ray did drugs (in the last source, ray said, "I had no idea any of that stuff [drug use] was going on [in 2003]. I was so naĆÆve.")
drinking & weed & cigs not withstanding
"Did Gerard write comics before the band? Was he successful?"
afaik gerard only worked on three published comics before umbrella academy in 2007.
1993 (age 16): "On Raven's Wings" (writer, 2 issues)
1998 (21): DC's "The Big Book of the Weird Wild West" (pencils & inks, page in 1 issue)
2000 (23): "Foot Soldiers" (writer, back up story in 1 issue)
"Did he actually work at CNN?"
he interred for CN (cartoon network) & pitched a cartoon to them that wasnt accepted.
"Did he want to join military after 9/11 (Iā€™ve heard him say he wanted to join in a tweet)?
just the one time, he talked about considering joining the military at 23, which wouldve been 2000 (2014). he never talked about joining the army after 9/11
"Is there any pic of his art portfolio during college?"
i dont think there's photos of his portfolio anywhere. but there are photos of his college artwork. collected here and here.
"Did Mikey go to college?"
he did for a short bit! dropped out. only gerard & ray have degrees. i dont have any sources for the following info so im just going to give you want i remember. I THINK: mikey went to college to meet people to get in a band, met frank there, dropped out before mcr started, and worked for eyeball records.
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Today's Ramble comes to you in the form of hundreds of hypothetical question trains that have been going through my head since Fit's lore stream.
There's no real structure to this shit since it's just been compiled in a draft over the past few days so it's a real ramble of nonsense!
TWs for; canon typical cannibalism, slightly graphic mentions of injuries (broken bones), corpses, vague suicidal thoughts, brief mentions of dissociation
Y'know the normal shit when discussing qFitMC of 2B2T! (if I missed any relevant TWs let me know šŸ« )
This ramble is a longer one just because it's been compiled together but it's all qFit characterisation lore relevant so yeah! Don't worry if you get lost reading it or give up on reading it all. I did that and it's my own ramble!
Reposted because I originally published this at the fucking ass crack of dawn when no one is awake and it got drowned in the tags xD
I am a big fan of the character lore implications of Madagio's first words to qFit;
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so all of these question trains lead back to this line here! I love it so much!
(God bless the bald man's storytelling ability. This single line and his cinematic scenes have had me bouncing off the walls for days so without further ado, enjoy the needlessly long ramble.)
When Madagio knocked him into the Cavern of Corpses it took over half his health and with no food to eat he has no way to quickly regen his hearts, to heal.
In the wasteland, in early days, he ate rotten flesh to survive, would he do it again?
Would he be willing to return to the necessary savagery in order to stay alive?
Would he crawl over to the nearest corpse when the hunger got to be too much to deal with without satiation?
Would he give into his survivalist instincts just to avoid death by starvation when it got too close? Would he eat only what he had to in order to survive?
Would eat just enough for the saturation to regen, to heal his injuries from the fall?
OR would he go further, eating until he was full?
Did he miss the taste?
OR would he stop himself entirely and not touch them, remembering his boyfriend's own trauma?
Would he wonder if Pac would be reminded of Cell if Fit did what he felt he had to do?
Would he drive himself to starvation, not touching the corpses, just to prevent his boyfriend from seeing him with that same fear?
Would his newfound emotional attachments overpower his survivalist instincts?
Is he no longer able to commit such an act without thinking of the moral implications?
Did he consider the moral implications back in the early days of the wasteland when it was the only food he had to stay alive?
Is he no longer willing to go to any lengths in order to survive?
Has he truly changed that much over the past year?
Has he lost his edge?
A fall from such a height, that took so many of his hearts, could've easily broken bones.
Did he land on feet first, shattering one or both of his ankles?
Is that why he was holding his legs as he's sat in the Cavern?
Is he unable to move from the spot he landed in?
Can he only crawl across the floor towards the nearest corpse in order to regen and heal the breaks?
OR did he hit his leg on the way down, breaking his lower leg clean in half?
Did he have to set the break himself, biting down on his neckerchief to stop himself from screaming out?
Did he use his only torch as a splint?
Did he rip off strips of his cape in order to hold it in place as it slowly healed while he sat immobilised in the Cavern of Corpses?
OR did he land on his side, breaking his arm?
Was it his good arm or his prosthetic?
Did he break his good arm and have to rely only on his non-dominant (off)hand?
Would he let his arm hang limp at his side while he sat in the Cavern of Corpses?
Or would he fashion his cape into a sling, tearing off strips and using them to stabilize the break?
Did it remind him of back in the wasteland, when he carried his left arm in a similar way before he had to amputate it?
OR did his prosthetic break?
Did it occasionally shock him with its broken wiring since he had no tools to fix it?
Would he remove it entirely to stop the intermittent pain?
Or would that leave him too vulnerable?
Did he fight without his limb in the past?
Did he even use a prosthetic in the wasteland?
Is he too used to wearing it now after his time on the island?
Is he no longer able to adapt as easily to life without the ability to use one of his limbs?
Has he lost his edge?
Fit removed his hearing aids before falling asleep in the radio tower. (those were not noise cancelling headphones. Sorry streamer man your cubito is hard of hearing, I don't make the rules)
Did they get left behind in the radio tower like the rest of his belongings?
Was that why there were static sounds in the background with minimal game sounds, because his own hearing was limited without them?
Could he even hear the logs he came across or did he have to read the transcripts as they played?
Was that why Madagio was able to get the drop on him so easily?
Was he too overwhelmed with his new surroundings and all the information to listen out for the faint sound of cat paws?
He only turned around at the meow, was that all that he was able to hear clearly?
Did he sit in the Cavern where Madagio threw him, cursing himself for becoming too reliant on his mobility aids?
Did he even use hearing aids before Quesadilla Island?
Did he just adapt while in the wasteland, surviving with one of his senses dulled by years of close quarter explosions and head traumas?
Did he even know his hearing was affected?
Or was it so gradual over his years in the wasteland that he had no idea anything was wrong?
Did he have no idea that he was hard of hearing before the age of 30?
Was the world completely deafening when he was first introduced to hearing aids?
Did he adapt to the noise, relearning how to fight, to survive in his day to day when he could hear so much more?
Can he adapt to his disability now that he's without his mobility aids again on Vaccus or is he too out of practice?
He's been wearing them for a whole year on the island, is the world too silent now?
Is he unable to adjust to the sudden lack of detailed audio?
Has he lost his edge?
Fit is gonna be stuck in that Cavern of Corpses for TWO WHOLE WEEKS.
What would he do for 2 weeks alone in a cave with nothing but corpses to keep him company?
Would he just sit there, staring dissociated into the Cavern of Corpses with his arms wrapped around his knees?
Would he notice how low his health and food bars got?
Would he even notice that two weeks passed?
OR would he explore further into the Cavern, his historians curiosity getting the better of him as he analyzes the structures and corpses?
Would he spend his days cataloguing every detail, taking screenshots and storing them in his arm to document them later?
OR would he sit there, lucid and in pain, unable to move with how low his health is?
Would he consider dropping down further into the Cavern, taking fall damage in order to force himself to respawn?
Would he lie on the Cavern floor waiting for the respawn counter to count down as no one came to Res him?
But where would he respawn?
Would it be worse than where he fell?
Does he really want to know?
Would Madagio know where he went if he did respawn?
What if Madagio came back for him and Fit wasn't there?
What if he couldn't go back home to his baby boy and his Brazilian boyfriend?
OR would the solitary start to get to him?
He's been constantly around people for a year now, so much so that when he doesn't see anyone for a single day he suffers from separation anxiety. How would 2 weeks affect him?
Would he start to crack, his separation anxiety manifesting as he can't reach anyone?
Would he try to reach people on his communicator?
Would he send out message after message every single day, desperately praying to anyone that could hear him that at least one reached Quesadilla Island?
He survived for two decades as a nomad in the anarchy wasteland, why can't he survive two weeks in a Cavern?
Has he lost his edge?
I'm completely normal about my cubitos as you can clearly tell šŸ™ƒ
There's obviously more shit to analyze in that stream but personal characterization lore is MY SHIT! They're just all such great complex characters with such a plethora of traumas I just wanna squish them!
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