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#i feel like i look so silly idk if i can pull it off#its so warm tho oughhhh love it#PLEASE do not talk abt my floor i dont have any flooring down okay#its white bc i painted this like moisture barrier stuff on it#and was gonna put flooring over it obviously but never did OKAY#also i need to cut my bangs eehhhhehehehhhhhhh
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Just wanted to say thank you so much for all the brainworms you have been giving me and my friends for the past few hours about Ayin and all the analyses you've been doing about him.
I have been losing my mind in the middle of the night thinking about all the things you've said, turning it over like crazy and trying to compare it with the gameplay I've had of Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina.
Please do more analysis and share more of your ideas! Please? Please, with cherry on top? Please, I beg of you?
Especially if you have in-depth ideas of analyses for the Sephirah and how it relates to both their own characters and Ayin and Angela.
I thank you greatly in advance!
the implication that i've infected an entire friend group with my brainworms is power that will 100% go to my head i feel amazing. what else is analysis posting except trying to inflict people with the same thoughts bouncing around your skull on repeat
i DO have shit on the sephirah but mostly netzach, because i love netzach, and i in fact found my discord ramble about him (and chesed)
i dont have things on how they relate to A and Angela specifically because I mainly kept thinking abt Reverbaration Ensemble parallels... i have so many thoughs abt Netzach and Bremen.
(but if you want me to talk about, say, a specific core supression, or floor realization... i have a lot of thoughts on floor realizations.)
First off I am so sorry that you seem to think I'm smart because that means i have the perfect opportunity to inflict you with this
okay now we can get to the serious stuff
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containment breach:
quick ramble abt lor again but i love the ensemble receptions so much. i'm at chesed's rn, and i know he's been chill the entire game, but him just refusing to comment on jae-hoon's tragedy seems, out of context, a dick move, but also is so important for chesed to do? he recognizes that another's suffering is not related to him, that he can't do anything about it, and that this is fine. The closest i'd describe chesed in lobcorp would be "activist burnout." Due to betraying the lab from garion's pressure, chesed was so consumed by guilt, he just blamed himself for everything and became more callous because it's already his fault, right? There's nothing he can do. But in lor, he knows what his responsibilities are, and allows himself joy where he can find it. I love the ensemble receptions bcuz they are just examplary of each patron libriarian's growth and i iqbfjc (sobs)
GOD this sure is a paragraph
also have to salute netzach for carrying his scene all by himself as the musicians of bremen just (animal noises) :pray:
ykno being online i realize that i'm not quiet at all i am a complete and utter chatterbox /end]
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containment breach:
thinking abt netzach's scene where he doesn't talk to bremen, because he can't, but recognizes this who has not only lost themself in their own art but also their own suffering
i just i love netzach so much his entire character arc is abt learning to live with depression and learning to want to live again
so he becomes unable to understand, really, why someone would sacrifice themselves for their own art
when he started out just, similar yet different from bremen, completely submerged in his own misery
musicians of bremen reminds me i still have bremen bon bons at home i should eat those. they r tasty /end]
i wanna specifically dig into this scene more because i love that scene, a lot.
Art as we get to know it in the City is irrevocably tied to violence. Puppets are made of human bodies, music is played on bones and sinews. To the artists of the City, to create art is to make someone suffer. Rewatching Netzach's story bits, Roland describes it as doing nothing but seeking stimulation and being provocative.
Furthermore, there is a direct comparison between art and alcohol. To paraphrase more, the Pianist must've been one hell of a stimulant, like getting hit by a strong booze. A performance some are still hungover from.
Netzach's main struggle was addiction because of depression, and his growing appreciation for art is a continuation of that arc. He says himself that art and alcohol are linked.
However, alcohol is a step down from hard drugs. Netzach hasn't quit, but just that step down shows he learned moderation, which makes me very proud of him.
Moderation is what the other.. let's just call them artists, lack. I said in the screencaps above, initially, Netzach was lost in his own suffering, and the musicians of bremen are lost in their art. And if art is seen as equal to suffering, that just means Netzach and Bremen are more similar than expected. (Especially considering what we see of the musicians previously; they’re always trying to chase the same high they experienced listening to the Pianist by any means necessary. The addiction parallels are not suprising.)
I rewatched most of Netzach's lor scenes, and what rlly gets me is that in his first one, he seems almost the exact same as in lobcorp. He doesn't want to work, he got dragged into this against his will, he feels as if his accomplishments are futile.
But! He eventually invites Roland for drinks. He's not drinking to forget alone anymore, he's doing it as social activity. Furthermore, the more time he spends as Patron Librarian of Arts, the more he grows to appreciate art. Art is tied to suffering, still, but it is an expression of suffering. It does not produce any. Or should not, in any case. He sure wishes it wouldn’t.
So we arrive at his Ensemble Reception. This one makes a rather interesting comparison: art as the pursuit of the light. Let me elaborate.
To quote, “Honestly, I wanna tell people to stop doing the kind of art that requires ‘em to immolate themselves and others. Although, on the other hand... I can kinda see where they’re coming from. Art narrows your vision, after all.
You stop caring about the things around you. That’s how most artists seem to act, I think. And so, you indulge in the craft, not realizing that you’re throwing yourself and your surroundings into the fire you started.”
I pose this: Netzach speaks of his experience as Giovanni. Giovanni was a researcher who, when push came to shove, willingly sacrificed himself to advance the project, in hopes of seeing the light, seeing Carmen, again.
Though he dislikes Bremen’s actions, he does not judge them for it, because he recognized that it would be hypocritical. Even so, what shows that he’s grown is that he.. doesn’t want to see people harm themselves anymore. The focus here isn’t if Bremen hurt other people, which they have, but how much of themselves they’ve given up for their performance. He condemns the act, and not the people.
“If I can see that light once more... If I have to muster up the courage to reach it, I’ll gladly do it. It’s easier said than done, though; you need a lot of fearlessness for it.
And I guess you saw the same kind of light I was so desperate to see, yeah? Even if yours was a twisted creature... [...] Though, I don’t think I can tell you off like the others. At least I can see the reason behind it.”
He even explicitly mentions the light. The funny thing is, both Giovanni and Bremen tried to reach the Seed of Light, and Carmen. It’s tragically hilarious that we know Carmen is the voice the Distortions hear.
Hell, the more I think about it, the more you can just compare the Ensemble as a whole to the Outskirts Lab crew, down to Angelica’s puppet body and Carmen’s desecrated corpse.
“And I know pretty well that we have no right to devilishly pick apart each other’s way of art. I’m not very proud of mine, really...”
Netzach just.. gets it. I can’t remember atm, but I don’t think the other Patron Librarians really draw parallels like that. I’m seeing all the parallels now and I can’t unsee them ever. Bro.
His “art,” his way of protecting the light, is still violent. But he sees that perhaps it didn’t have to be, or rather shouldn’t be. I fucking love Netzach so much. His arc just means a lot to me personally, and I’d wager a lot of people who’ve struggled with mental illness would agree.
I’m not gonna get into Netzach’s floor realization here because this post is already long enough, but like, look at the specific flashback of Angela shown in Netzach’s story bits and contrast it to his arc of learning to want to live, and. Yeah.
#Feli gets asked#lobotomy corporation#library of ruina#netzach#NETZACH MY MAN NETZACH.#long post#this took a while to make cuz i got distracted many times by playing video games#also i'm not sorry for the first bit. know it in your heart. i'm right.
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honestly as a college freshman who's nervous abt dorms thank you for making that post abt laundry, and do you have any other advice?
Hi anon!!!!!
First of all, welcome to college!!!!! I know dorm life is.. uh, daunting, and I don’t envy you lot having to learn how to do it with a pandemic. Here’s a rundown of things I’ve learned from dorm living over the years (I had a roommate as a freshman but have had a single since then, and this year is the second year I’ve had a dog; I’ve lived in a closet converted into a room, I’ve lived in a massive luxury room, I’ve lived in a party house, I’ve lived in a quiet house, I’ve lived pre pandemic and post pandemic, I’ve had amazing neighbors and horrendous neighbors—I’ve done just about every college dorm living situation possible so I’ve picked up a few things):
I know you already saw my laundry post but I literally cannot stress that shit enough so it bears repeating. DONT LEAVE YOUR LAUNDRY FOREVER it’s super rude. In the same vein, don’t be afraid to move other people’s laundry if they’re being rude.
If there’s a communal kitchen, utilize it, but keep a few things in mind! 1. Hand wash everything, even if there’s a dishwasher (who knows whether the rest of that stuff is clean or dirty, and anyways, people WILL steal your forks). Also, wash the pots and pans you use right after you use them!! Don’t leave them for the next person, that’s super rude for one thing, and for another thing, do you know what happens when a bunch of 17-23 year olds leave their gross college cooking shit out and unwashed?? Rats. Rats happen. CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF. also I would advise washing the pots and pans you plan on using beforehand too, cause a good rule of thumb is do not trust the other people to not be gross people.
Bathrooms! Bathrooms are like, probably the worst part of dorm life for me? Just. I don’t like public showers. Gross. BUT it’s really okay and you shouldn’t stress abt it! Just wear like flip flops or something into the shower, remember to clean up after yourself, PLEASE for the love of god don’t make soup in the bathroom sink or I will personally hunt you down (like I said. I’ve seen it all). This is something that probably doesn’t have to be said but I’ll say it anyways just cause yeah, I’ve seen it all: if you REALLY want to have shower sex, don’t do it during busy bathroom hours (aka mornings afternoons evenings). If you HAVE to, do it at like 3am. That being said, PLEASE don’t do it, those are communal showers, other people also have to use them, for the love of god montressor. But if you do. Be mindful of others. Also an important bathroom note: nobody gives a shit about what you are doing as long as it isn’t affecting others. I feel like freshmen are really self conscious about, like, brushing their teeth or shitting or whatever, but I am here to promise you that literally nobody cares or really even notices. As long as you’re not shitting on the floor (please don’t, I’ve seen it happen) or sticking your bloody pads on the stall door / leaving bloody tampons on the sink (I’ve seen that too) you literally have nothing to worry about or be ashamed of, you’re TOTALLY good to go, please don’t worry! However if you are doing those things you should absolutely be ashamed and furthermore your floor mates are legally allowed to murder you.
Your walls are thinner than you think. Try not to randomly scream bloody murder (please) or loudly shit talk your neighbors.
If you have a roommate, you should ALWAYS have headphones. Stop listening to music or scrolling through idk tik tok or whatever with the volume just from your phone RIGHT NOW. it’s so fucking obnoxious. Use headphones. PLEASE use headphones. Same goes for FaceTiming, zooming, Netflix, etc etc etc. headphones. You might also wanna invest in noise canceling headphones in case your roommate didn’t get the memo
Fairy lights are cute and fun and make the room nice, but turn them off after a certain time if you have a roommate, unless they specifically ask you to keep them on!
Invest in a mini-fridge invest in a mini-fridge invest in a mini-fridge invest in a mini-fridge invest in a mini-fridge invest in a mini-fridge
Invest in fans. Invest in lamps.
Steal food from the dining halls
Don’t steal silverware from the dining halls
If you steal silverware from the dining halls, please return them
If there’s a group chat with other people on your floor, in your house, join it!!! Even if you have to mute notifications, it’s really good if you have questions for other people in the house (aka “do you know where the vacuum cleaner on the first floor went” or “who was just screaming bloody murder at 10am on a Tuesday” or “does anyone want to order takeout and split the bill w me” all of which are very good texts to send) and just to stay updated on shit in the house (aka receiving texts like “hey guys on the second floor just a warning don’t go into the bathroom there’s currently a lot of chicken noodle soup filling up one of the sinks use the downstairs bathroom” which is a bad text to receive but a good one to be aware of)
If someone else in your house has a pet, befriend that person.
I know I’ve said several different versions of this, but like, PLEASE clean up after yourself. In your room, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the hallway, in the laundry room, everywhere. Clean up after yourself. Don’t make other people do it. Just, seriously. Be respectful of the people around you.
I could go on, but that’s a lot already. I know this is a fucking weird transition, but you’ve got this, and I’m rooting for you. It’s gonna be okay; it’s gonna be fun. I promise. And if you have any other specific questions or worries or concerns—about dorm living, about academics, about surviving your first year, about anything, even just to talk it out—I’m always here! I suffered and learned the hard way so you don’t have to!!!! I’m happy to be here as a resource and a friend for you here!!! Good luck!! :-)
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opinions on riordanverse ; my edition
a lot of people have been doing this so i decided why not right. probably gna lose some followers or smth but anyways. pls respect my opinions! if u disagree, thats fine, but please be polite. unless any of my opinions strikes u as morally wrong then pls point it out to me respectfully. thanks!
- i actually liked drew. im so sorry to everyone who hates her but full offence, why. think about it this way ok, first of all drew became hc because silena died. silena was the traitor, the one who betrayed chb, yet after she died campers celebrated her as a hero? and then drew suddenly has to replace her and live up to idk that legacy she left behind,, when all of a sudden this girl named piper swoops in and takes her place. idk abt u but i wld be salty abt that too. not only that, but as an asian, the chances of drew having faced racism/bullying as a child is pretty high (she studies at brooklyn academy). which means that when she finds out shes a demigod, and arrives at chb where most of the campers are white (this is an assumption btw), she’d obviously be scared of being bullied for her skin color right?? so the first thing she wld do before the campers get to bully her is to bully them before they can do so. (sentence structure here is wack i apologize) ofc this might not even have happened, drew could have had a perfect childhood && was a b1tch for no reason, BUT EVEN THEN HER ROLE AS A BULLY WAS PRETTY VITAL BECAUSE THAT FURTHER SHOWED THE CONTRAST BETWEEN HER AND PIPER,, HIGHLIGHTING PIPER AS A HERO//GOOD CHARACTER,, AND THEREFORE MAKING READERS LIKE PIPER MORE. anyway stop hating on drew please. ALSO WHY IS THIS SO LONGA SDFJHG
- jason isnt bland, the fandom just kinda erased his backstory (thanks to @pjohoo-memes for the phrasing lol)
- reynabeth wouldnt have lasted/would have broken up several times. idk i just see them as two extremely powerful characters who have firm opinions and will definitely clash at some point. in a platonic relationship,, i can see them as really good friends but as lovers? idk i just think theyll break up
- PIPABETH
- i dont really like jercy,, i see them as better friends than lovers. also idt jason and percy were that close..?
- the dam and not my type jokes are srsly cringey and were never funny. ik that seems hypocritical since my username literally makes use of the dam joke but honestly i dont actually like the joke. its not funny to me and has never been funny
- the seven were not best friends. they definitely argued,, and honestly probably werent as close as the fandom makes them seem. like ure dumped with 6 other people, out of which u only know a few. my introverted ass would have jumped off the argo 2 quicker than leo valdez could bomb camp jupiter up. also leo was a dick to frank. so what if frank is bigger sized?? thats not a valid reason to tease him
- the fandom needs to stop hating on octavian while worshipping luke. if u hate luke and u say u hate octavian too, then okay. but if u tell me ure a luke stan but u despise octavian?? imma disagree w u. luke was worse than octavian im sorry. first of all, octavian being a dick was kinda justified. hes been after the praetor position for so long, and everyone keeps saying to “wait for jason” when suddenly this dude, whos a son of NEPTUNE (neptune wasnt liked much by romans), and the camp decides to make him praetor?? dude i would be pissed off big time. and then afterwards, he finds out that greek demigods are real and the dude they made praetor is greek. AND THEN GREEK DEMIGODS COME TO CJ AND ONE OF THEM BOMB IT UP?? octavian has been told all his life that greeks are scum and this dude called leo valdez attacks cj. sure it was an accident, but did octavian know that? no. so it was honestly justified that he was such a salty prick im just saying. also some of yall be hating on octavian for cutting a teddy bear open and thats the funniest shit ive ever heard i swear
- luke didnt go to elysium
- travis and connor stoll r way too underrated. the two have been head counselors of the hermes cabin since luke was revealed as a traitor, can u imagine the stress? luke, the person they probably looked up to as a brother, betrayed them. and they didnt even have time to process this when they were thrown the roles of being hcs. that would have been so stressful and i would probably have broken down if i were them. the stoll brothers taking turns to wake up at ungodly hours because a new camper is crying and homesick and terrified, the stoll brothers having to comfort and take care of new campers, having to deal with the amount of people in that cramped space because not enough campers are being claimed fast enough. having to resolve issues between campers in the hermes cabin all the time. the stolls arent just comedic relief, and we need to stop treating them as such
- tratie shldve been canon idc idc
- demigods of the demeter cabin arent talked about enough and i love the fact that meg was demeters kid. like she isnt the child of one of the big three yet shes so powerful.
- we need to hype clarisse up more her character arc was phucking amazing
- rachel is overhated. sis found out greek gods exist and regularly come down to earth to fuck around and went “ok cool”. queen shit behavior methinks
- the floor 19 crew of mcga is srsly underrated. like do u even remember halfborn gunderson, mallory keen, tj, etc??? bc i feel like we only remember samirah, magnus, alex, and sometimes blitz and hearthstone
- sadie (tkc) was kinda annoying at first. i like her more now tho but i rmb not liking her for a phat while
- tkc and mcga need more love
- carter kane and jason grace arent boring. theyre just really sweet boys who are too good for this world and yes yes yes
- hazel and frank (especially frank) need to be hyped up more. i hardly ever see anything about them. also yall seem to forget that frank was literally made praetor and that even hecate admired hazel and was willing to fight beside her because of how powerful she was
- frazels age gap is kinda sketch but i still think theyre really cute
- nico definitely had trauma from going to tartarus on his own
- GROVER IS PERCYS BEST FRIEND
- annabeth isnt smarter than leo but neither is leo smarter than annabeth. ive seen a lot of discussions about who is smarter and heres my hot take on it: neither. theyre equally smart, just in different ways. leos a genius mathematically speaking. he has no issues solving math problems meant for people much, much older than him. annabeth on the otherhand, is great at strategies etc. she can make an army of 1000 more powerful than the enemy, even if theyre outnumbered. so in my opinion, both are equally as smart//u cant compare their intelligence, because their talents lie in two different areas.
- while i do agree rick riordan isnt a god and that hes bound to make mistakes,, AND that hes given us a lot of representation,, if the representation offends the people its sposed to represent, then theres a problem. im talking about piper as a poc and wearing feathers in her hair. im not a poc, so i cant speak for them on whether or not its wrong, because i dont know either. HOWEVER, i have seen multiple posts BY pocs talking about how they didnt really like rick’s representation of piper, and thats an issue. pocs have been and are still oppressed and discriminated against by many. as a white cis man, we cant really blame him for not knowing (tho he could have done a research,, asked some pocs,, idk), but by representing pocs in that manner, hes influencing impressionable kids/teens into thinking “oh pocs wear feathers in their hair all the time” etc, which isnt true. the pjo/hoo series is extremely successful, and kids who read the books will probably start forming inaccurate opinions on pocs. the amount of fan art that depicts piper with feathers in her hair dont help either. “but rick said so in the books, so its canon” yeah well rick isnt a god and he can get some things wrong at times. im not saying we should cancel him, im saying we should start educating ourselves and not spread false info like pocs wearing feathers in their hair all the time. also that snake song shit where she sang Summertime was just- yeah. bc heres the thing you can be racist, and still include minorities, but portray them in a racist way. And even then, ignorance isn't a thing to admire. Getting those facts wrong still has a major impact. It continues to perpetuate racist stereotypes.
“ With the feather thing, I looked it up myself; it takes less than five minutes to figure out that Cherokees don't braid feathers into their hair. I didn't grow up in the country where my parents are from. I have many other first/second generation American friends who have also been through that, with a bit of a disconnect from their culture. But something that most of us have in common is that when we didn't know something, and when our parents weren't that big of a help, we looked it up. We sought out resources online and through other people from our culture to be able to connect more with where we came from. Some of that took a Google search. So I find it hard to believe that Piper, a girl who Rick's trying to portray as someone who is attempting to connect with her culture and is totally against racist stereotypes, wouldn't know that eagle feathers aren't supposed to be braided into your hair casually. She may be disconnected from her culture, but she's also shown to want to connect back to it. Piper wouldn't be casually braiding feathers into her hair while also telling off people for being racist. It makes no sense.” - reddit thread (down below)
for those of yall who wanna know more please please read this, it has a lot of things i wanna add in here : https://www.reddit.com/r/camphalfblood/comments/gy3gl2/piper_mcleans_portrayal_is_innacurate/
as well as https://finding-my-culture.tumblr.com/post/189422373260/maxie-ratties-and-cattie-finding-my-culture
i will be posting screenshots of these in future posts so if ure viewing this on ig and u dont have tumblr,, dont worry
- the fact that most of the strong female characters in the series refuse to be “girly”, and ngl i dont really like that. just because ure girly doesnt mean u cant be strong.
- piper would have been a great way for him to start making the strong characters act girlier, but instead he went with the “I’m not like other girls” trope which is quite obnoxious to hear constantly, and I don’t think it’s necessarily great for younger girls to read that idea growing up. the closest we've ever had to a strong female character who was also into "girly" things was Silena. when I was younger I admired Piper's "I'm not like other girls" thing, but then I got older and realized that the whole mentality of "not like other girls" is super obnoxious, and a little bit toxic
i have a heck load more that i cant rmb rn but yeah feel free to add more
#riodanverse opinions#frank zhang#hazel levesque#leo valdez#piper mclean#jason grace#percy jackson#annabeth chase#grover underwood#tkc#the kane chronicles#mcga#magnus chase#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#pjo#pjato#hoo#Heroes of Olympus#the seven#octavian#luke castellan#meg mcaffrey#apollo#trials of apoll#travis stoll#connor stoll
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I dont have anything exact for a prompt for dc superhero girls but like... any of them that you want to write abt... simply they are girlfriends ur honor <3
"So," says Babs, conversationally. "Are you a 'one and done' kinda gal, or a 'take it slow, let it go' kind?"
Karen bit her lip. Her fingers were shaking as they dug into the wood of her desk. They'd decided it was best to do this in the Gordon home, seeing how the faintest trace of what was sticking out of her arm could send their friend into serious agony. "Um. Both sound terrible. But I guess I'd rather just be done with the pain."
"Mm-hmm." The redhead adjusted her grip on the shard of kryptonite sticking out of her arm blaster. "Gonna be honest with you, Bee. This went in at an angle. It cut you going in, it's probably gonna cut you coming out. Is there anything I can get you to make this less stressing?"
"A stuffy?" she asked. "Preferably not bat-shaped. Not that bats aren't cool. But you usually stuff explosives into the bat ones."
Babs deems that fair and retrieves what Karen can only assume is the least beloved teddy bear she's ever seen. It's fur is bright brown- or it would be, without the dust. This was clearly an ancient Christmas or birthday present, tossed around but never truly used, with just enough sentimentality to avoid being thrown out or donated. Karen stuffs the teddy into the crook of her elbow and squeezes. Hard.
"Are you going to count to three?" she asked.
Babs shook her head. "You'd tense on three. Flexing the muscles is a bad idea."
"Okay. Then wh-"
She tightened her grip and yanked. Hard.
Karen let out a yip and buried her face into the bear. She didn't want to imagine the disaster it'd be if the Commissioner heard.
"I got it!" Babs exclaimed, holding the rock up into the fluorescent light. "Man, I wish I could study this stuff. But I don't want to risk Kara getting sick having it close by."
"Yeah," she answered, trying not to get sick herself over the faintest bit of blood. Karen tapped a few buttons on her panel and the limbs popped off one by one, falling to the floor with a clatter. Karen yanked up her sleeve. "Oh, that's not so bad."
Babs, wetting a cotton ball, agreed with her. "Won't even need stitches. This time I'm definitely gonna count, okay?"
"Yes, please."
It doesn't take long to do the medical end of things. It was, all things considered, a surprisingly small gash. That said, getting cut with a rock was a great way to make yourself hate antiseptic. The crisp white bandage was probably a bit too much, but Babs is thorough.
The damage to her armor, however, is pretty damning. Karen felt her stomach squirm as she opened the hull, revealing ripped circuits, damaged data boards, and a couple of melted discs. Not cheap to purchase. She was going to have to run on bubblegum and duct tape for a while. (Not that that was out of the ordinary)
"Back to the drawing board?" Babs hummed, hefting a truly breathtaking toolbox out of thin air. "I'll go to the lair tomorrow and see if I can't scavenge you a few parts from first-drafts bat weapons."
"Thank you." Karen pulled out a wrench, feeling it in her hands. Her grip wasn't too affected. Good. "Back to the drawing board."
There was a clatter on the stairwell, too fast and too heavy to be Commissioner Gordon's, and there was Diana, flinging open the door in her full Wonder Woman garb. "KAREN ARE YOU-" She caught sight of Karen and seemed to lose an entire inch as she sighed with relief. "Oh, thank Zeus."
Babs let out a shriek. "Diana, did you walk to my house dressed in full uniform? What is somebody saw?"
"I did not walk; I ran. I told the your father I was doing a 'costume play'." Diana seemed to struggle to regain her poise at the sight of the bandage on Karen's arm, jaw tightening. "I was told you jumped in front of Supergirl, little Bumblebee."
Karen let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing her arm. "I think that's a bit of a stretch. Y'see, Babs and I have been prepping ourselves for cases like these, and-"
"Cases like these?" Diana echoed. Her voice was flat. "Cases like what, exactly?"
"Kryptonite weapons!" Babs chirped, holding up the stone. She'd had the sense of mind to wipe it off, at least. "Just being near the stuff can weaken Kara. We didn't even want to consider what might happen if she got poked by it. So we've made work-arounds; thicker armor around our limbs, metal designed to avoid skin-contact with sharp objects, etc. The next step is if they find a way to make it into a ray gun or something, but that's mostly if it's somehow too quick for Kara to dodge, and, let's be real, that probably won't-"
"Barbara." The girl stopped instantly. "Leave me and Bumblebee alone for a moment, please. We need to talk."
Karen gulped.
Babs shot her an apologetic look, then gave the Amazonian some finger guns. "Righty-o, boss. I'll go make us some snacks." She paused at the door, looking over her shoulder. "Just gimme a ring when you're ready, alright?"
Diana jerked her head in a nod. She watched with frightening intensity as the knob clicked closed.
"Diana-"
She whirled around. "Why was I not made aware of this? You and Barbara have been plotting to- to collect shards in your limbs like cufflinks! And you never-"
"It's not our first choice!" Karen held up our hands. "It's not even our last choice, Diana. We're also making shields, and inhibiters. It's an extreme emergency, last resort thing. And we've not even fixed the bugs!"
"It was faulty and you did it anyway?" She shrunk down as Diana slammed her hands on the table. "You could have been seriously injured! Or worse!"
"Diana," she said, showing off the bandage. "I'm mortal, not a water balloon. Trust me, I would have never done this if I thought it would be lethal."
Diana, for her part, did look a bit chastised. Her shoulders fell. "I am... sorry, little Bumblebee. I did not mean to doubt your abilities. It's just- I was out of the loop for one mission, and I came home to find my strongest warrior hardly able to move as she told me you were taken elsewhere for serious wounds."
"Kara talked to you?"
"She tried. She was crying."
Karen winced. She knew Kara would hate this idea. That's why they'd been so quiet about it. "I'm sorry I worried you all, but I wasn't in any real danger."
"This time. What of next time?"
"Now that we know they're onto our weaknesses, there won't be a next time."
"There shouldn't have been a first time!" Diana got down on one knee to hold her arm with great respect. This was one of the few positions she was actually taller than the Amazonian, and it made Karen nervous. She knew how bad it felt to be small. She never wanted other people to feel that way. "Is it bad, αγάπη μου?"
And Karen, smart and strong and absolutely weak to puppy dog eyes, couldn't stop herself. "I was in front of her."
Diana sucked in a breath.
"When it went off. I was in front of Supergirl." Karen forced herself to go on. It felt horrible to say out loud. A betrayal. But she had already betrayed Kara, hadn't she? She needed to own up to it. Reassure them all that she deserved the little scratch on her arm. "I dodged. I dodged out of the way. How horrible is that, Diana?"
"Darling-"
"I dodged," she repeated, voice wobbly with unshed tears. "I knew it could kill her, and I dodged." Fingers dug into her skirt. Her own fingers. The cut burned. "I'm a terrible person."
Diana's fingers cupped her chin, bringing her gaze back to her. "No. Never. You are human, Karen. You were scared."
Karen wished it was that easy. But, to her, it wasn't. She wasn't enough. "Heroes are supposed to take risks."
"Heroes must be alive to take those risks." Diana's fingers tightened their grip- not enough to hurt, but holding her in place. "Please, αγάπη μου. No more secret extreme emergency, last resort things. We are warriors, not blockades to toss in front of each other."
"Promise," she said, and it was the easiest promise she ever made. "...Can we call Babs back in, now? I'm gonna need her help un-soldering some things."
Wonder Woman swooped up for a kiss. Karen was someone who got electrocuted a lot, but nothing so simple had even a bit of life compared to being held and loved by the strongest woman in Metropolis, especially when she smiled like that. "In a moment. Allow me some time with you alone. It’s selfish, but it’s... human.”
#HERE'S THE BITCH#1500 words jesus#I think I'm legally obligated to post this on fanfic/ao3 just for that alone#Ask#Question Mandar#Drabble Prompts#dapper-nahrwhale#DC Superhero Girls 2019#Diana Prince#Karen Beecher#Barbara Gordon#I don't think this ship has a name?#I mean I think I'm the only goddamn person shipping it#Which is fair#So I will dub the#Diaren#Blood#Blood TW#But it's EXTREMELY light
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Midnight Boba [ Bokuto x Reader ]
⤔ request: danieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee will u right me smth abt boba and also bokuto working at a boba shoppp please hehe (jk u dont have to but id love it big smooches mwah)
⤔ a/n: i hope this is okay baby 💕
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The sudden crash next to you startles you awake, forcing you to sit up in bed as you look around, disoriented.
For a few seconds, you’re completely lost. Having woken up so suddenly by such a loud noise made it a little harder to focus on your surroundings. Once you do, however, the problem is evident, and you find yourself shaking your head with a fond smile as you imagine the scene just outside your window.
You get up, watching where you’re stepping as you expertly avoid the small glass shards on the floor, the gentle breeze from your now-broken window helping your speeding heart relax. You lean down, picking up the large rock that sat in the middle of the broken glass, no doubt the culprit to the mess that is now your room.
Although thinking it through, the culprit is probably standing just outside in the dark, hands tugging on his hair as he desperately tries not to shout at – you glance at your clock – thirty past twelve at night, surely freaking out about his mistake. He’s probably trying to find the reason his plan hadn’t worked – had he not planned it long enough, when he thought about it all night? Had the rock been too big? Is he just incredibly strong? In the end, it doesn’t matter, because you’re making your way towards the window and looking outside, spotting a very dishevelled looking Bokuto. And as your eyes meet, he forgets trying to find the reason his plan failed, and instead loses himself looking at you.
You smile. It’s a gentle smile, if not a bit sheepish, but it doesn’t matter to him, because it is your smile. He returns it twice as strong, the usual happy grin forming on his lips, completely overpowering you and making you forget about the ruined window you’re looking out through. He looks embarrassed, regretful, and apologetic – above all else, however, he looks happy. All he wanted was to see you, the method is irrelevant.
With a number of over-the-top hand movements, your boyfriend manages to explain – well, something. He’s not exactly discreet or straight to the point, so you have a hard time following his rant just by his hands. You do, however, understand he’s calling you to go downstairs to meet him, so you press a finger to your lips in order to quiet him down and step aside, finally breaking eye contact.
You throw on whatever clothes you find lying around, not particularly interested in dressing fashionably so close to one in the morning, and grab a pair of sneakers to take downstairs. You tip toe through the house, making sure not to make too much noise in case you’ll wake someone up, and put on your shoes once you finally reach the front door. As quietly as the door will allow it, you step outside, the keys rattling as you drag them with you.
You had expected to be greeted from afar, but you certainly didn’t expect to be held tightly against someone the second you stepped foot outside of the door. His touch his gentle, it always has been, but he holds you as tightly as he can without pushing it too far, craving the proximity it holds. You have to stop yourself from giggling, instead wrapping your arms around him in return, never as tightly, but just as lovingly.
“I missed you.” He’s the first to speak, the words muffled against your skin from how he’s holding you, mumbled in a hurry, yet so clear to you. You tightened your arms around him in reaction to the sweet words, nodding your head in agreement. You missed him too, of course.
“It has only been a few hours, Ko.” You murmur sweetly in return, though you’re not sure why. Neither of you care about technicalities, too immersed in each other to care about waking up early tomorrow, about seeing each other in a few hours anyway, about having parted ways not even four hours ago. Perhaps you say it teasingly, pushing his buttons just a little, just enough to hear the whine against your skin, enough to have you smile.
He knows you’re right, of course, and he doesn’t take it personally. He does act accordingly to how he always does, however, making a big scene out of such a small fact. “And so what? I’m allowed to miss my baby, aren’t I? Did you not miss me?” He interrogates, and as you pull away to stare at him you notice the way his cheeks are ever so slightly puffed. You take notice of the glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you, and of the way he doesn’t let go of your waist even after you’ve parted from your tight embrace.
You can’t resist. You chuckle, breathless and faint, more than used to his silly outbursts. You lean forward, brushing your lips together for a mere second before both your eyes close, and you lose yourself all over again as you kiss. It’s not long, it doesn’t have to be, small kisses that end and restart quickly, one chasing after the other once and waiting for the opposite next time, and that seems to work wonders to distract him for a minute. “I always miss you.”
He glows when you tell him that. It’s as if energy fills up his body completely, and all he can think about is you, and what he wants to do with you, and how he wants to keep you close for as long as possible in order to keep this feeling for as long as humanly possible. “Let’s go on a date!” He seems to have forgotten the time, because he has reverted back to talking in his usual tone. To be fair, you’re shocked he lasted more than a few seconds whispering.
“When?”
“Right now!”
He speaks like you’re silly for asking, and truthfully you do feel a bit foolish. After all, it’s Bokuto, it’s no surprise he’d want a date in the middle of the night. Just like it’s no surprise he came to your house and broke a window instead of using his phone to let you know he was outside. So you go along with it, nodding your head in agreement. And that’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s dragging you along, your fingers interlocked as you walk around the empty streets.
“You feel like having boba right now?”
That’s enough to have you laugh a little harder, though you’re still trying to stay as quiet as possible as you walk through the many houses on the street. His words are enough to have you recognise the path you’re taking, to the boba store he works at. It’s a part-time thing, a way to get a little more money, but he seems to think working there makes him an expert at making the drink. In reality, he’s just a server. You remember one time before the place opened he insisted you showed up to get a free drink, and you had both ended up having to clean the place in a hurry from the big mess he made.
“Why are you laughing? I can totally do it this time!”
You’re laughing again, but it’s by no means meant to be mocking. The memory makes you happy, and although cleaning had been extremely stressful since you were on a deadline, his presence had made it all worth it. It always does, really. “No reason. I’d love some.”
He beams, energised all over again. You can’t exactly remember when, but you’ve started running instead of walking. Well, he started running, and your interlocked hands make it so you have to chase after him. However, it’s not the hands that force a smile to spread across your lips – that’s just the aura he oozes, the bright happy glow surrounding him and slowly surrounding you as well, the warm feeling in your chest whenever you see him smile.
You eventually make it to the small shop, and after a few seconds of fumbling with the keys – probably from being overly excited – Bokuto manages to open the door, stepping inside and turning the lights on. You like seeing the shop like this, completely deserted, the only sounds being your footsteps echoing through the room, followed by a loud gasp from you.
Your boyfriend is insane, he has to be insane.
You glance away from the scene in front of you, instead glancing at him for any sort of explanation – but he’s just smiling, he’s just showing you the same big grin you’ve grown attached to, gesturing around towards the table as if your attention should be on it and not on the amazing person next to you.
It might be sleep deprivation, it might be the shock, but you feel like crying. Your legs don’t want to move, and yet somehow they do, both at the same time. The latter seems to win, and you catch yourself running towards your boyfriend, wrapping your arms tightly around him. For the first time in your relationship, you might be squeezing harder than he is.
“I told you; I missed you.”
You pinch his side in order to shut him up, but that only manages to push him further. He pulls back a little forcefully – not that he doesn’t like the embrace, but he really wants to see your face right now. His grin hasn’t been wiped off, you doubt it will be anytime soon, and he’s eagerly searching for any reaction. You grin widely, mirroring him, and glance back at the table again.
You don’t know when he had the time to prepare it, if he had done it himself or if he had asked someone for help. What you do know, however, is that somehow the two slices of cake are aligned perfectly with the table cloth, and that the flowers’ soft colours are the same shade as the two drinks next to the cake, and you can’t even begin to imagine the amount of effort, planning and dedication it must have taken him to surprise you like this.
He seems a little hesitant, seeing your wide eyes staring at the arrangement, so he starts fidgeting in his place. “Too much?”
“Just perfect.” You blurt out quickly, not letting him doubt himself for a second. You move enough to rest your forehead to his, noses brushing together as you do, and your eyes close, finding comfort in his embrace all over again. You smile for good measure just before you mumble again. “You’re perfect.”
That seems to calm him down, and you stay in the same spot for just a few seconds before dragging him towards the table, pulling the table for him to sit down. You laugh at the way this seems to offend him – not because he thinks it should be the other way around, but because he wants it to be the other way around.
Bokuto knows you spoil him. You take care of him, you help him through his bad times, you listen as he talks and talks about volleyball, as he rushes out his words, as he’s all over the place all the time, as he breaks your window and drags you down a few streets just because he misses you. So, in these moments, he wants to spoil you in return.
You jump in your seat as he starts playing some heavy metal song on his phone, and he seems to be startled as well, if the shriek he lets out is any indication. His phone gets thrown half way across the room – as if that would quiet down the noise – and he’s soon chasing after it, managing to pick the right playlist instead of whatever he just clicked on accident.
“That was part of the plan. I needed an excuse to come over here to get the candles.” He rushes out, and although he doesn’t expect you to believe it, you nod your head in understanding, agreeing to his silly story for the sake of making him happy. After a few minutes, he does manage to find a single candle, only to realise he didn’t bring any matches or a lighter.
It’s a little comical; such a romantic setting to the left, but your eyes are focused on the right as your boyfriend awkwardly – and very nervously, one might add – tries to light the candle with one of those oven lighters from the kitchen, managing after about three neverminds and four yells. And yet, somehow, it’s still romantic. Because it’s him. That’s just how he always will be.
When he comes back, you both chat a little, taking in this precious moment you have with each other. It doesn’t bother you when the clock strikes three in the morning, it doesn’t matter that you’ll not get a good night’s rest, it doesn’t even worry you that someone might notice you’re not home.
As you lie together on one of the small couches, barely fitting, having to hold onto each other for dear life, you conclude there’s no other place you’d rather be. There’s no clean room with no broken windows that would make you want to leave this place, that would make you forget this feeling.
He feels the same.
And if you aren’t sure, just in case, he turns to you in order to whisper it.
“Thank you for loving me, Y/N.”
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shouldn’t have
hi im back with another fic >< but it’s eunhae’s uwu. read this while listening to raining spell for love to experience more angst ;;-;; enjoy my first eunhae’s fic and my first angst fic!
listen to raining spell for love :
https://open.spotify.com/track/7j4r8X575ZnyWk0jkukNp7?si=irOj7OmgRFynzGCaL754dg
It's been so wrong. Hyukjae always feels it so wrong. But he did loving him. He's already falling deep. But now it cant be anymore. This is impossible. He shouldn’t have loved him from the start. He knew he's always been wrong for having this feeling. He knew it will break himself someday. He knew he will be in this state of the worst heartbreak ever. But how can he (un)love this angel? He had already fallen. Fallen for him too deep.The fact he's been in love for his one and only best friend is already hurting. The one who's been always with him from his early days until now. But now, he's shattered.
Hyukjae and donghae still been friends till now. 20 years old friendship. They had been known each other since their middle school days. it’s been so long. They went through a lot till today. They overcome all of their problems together and they depend on each other a lot. Everyone will say they have their unique friendship. They always been so close and too many things that only of them understand. They’re just too close. They had many similarities in their own way. People said that it’s too much similarities for them to have and their chemistry is so unbelievably amazing. It’s like they are naturally meant for each other. Just like a pair of shoes.
It’s so natural and a common thing to say they always crash at each other’s houses. That was before eunhyuk moved back to the dorm. back then donghae always comes to eunhyuk’s apartment almost everyday. and vice versa. but it mostly donghae who asked to come or donghae just comes to eunhyuk’s without notice. They always been like this. Donghae who likes skinships a lot while eunhyuk just lets donghae do whatever to him. Maybe some people will think that their moments are just fanservice but thats just how they are. they’re just being the way they are.
They always rely on each other a lot actually. They almost didnt keep a secret between each other. they knew each other too well more than any other members. They even knew each other’s individual schedule or events. like who who will eunhyuk meet after this, or what will donghae do tomorrow, those kind of stuffs. every lil things they did, they always knew for each other. they are just unbelievably close.
But who knows, one of them is really falling. It’s too much for him to receive these affections alone. He always keeps it cool but deep inside he might explode. It's already long enough for hyukjae to love him since then. The way he keeps hiding his feelings for himself. Not telling anyone about it. Imagine hiding this stupid feeling alone for the closest person in this fucking world. He did suffering for himself. He always keeps it for himself. He didnt want to ruin this freaking long friendship just because of this dumb feeling. Donghae loves skinships so much. Like soooo much. He always touchs hyukjae unconsciously. At first, hyukjae always gets used to it when donghae did sudden hugs or held his hand. He already gets used to it. it’s been 20 years ofcourse he must get used to it. Donghae is indeed a clingy person so he always clings into hyukjae unconsciously like a habit. That’s a problem actually. Hyukjae actually didnt mind it at all when donghae being such a clingy ass but sometimes he cant handle that.
Actually there’s one time he cant handle it. That time when they did a comeback for D&E, they did a blueroom live. Then they talked about their nicknames for each other. When they talked abt donghae’s nickname “haeknojam” then donghae starts to kiss hyukjae’s hand suddenly while laughing like an idiot and he did it twice! in a fucking live broadcast. Hyukjae always keeps his cool and just lets donghae did it. he just said “Aniyoo” for times responding to donghae. That time actually, his heart almost explode. He thought why he did these in a live broadcast. and why did he kiss hyukjae’s hand? hyukjae still cant figure it why he did it. that time after filming, donghae just acts like nothing happened. but hyukjae deep inside was flustered as hell but of course he acts like usual. Being playful and stuffs. Donghae just being himself too, being random and stuffs. Donghae always like this. It’s just hyukjae who’s been dazed and confused all the time. That time hyukjae tried so hard to calm his self down by jumping and dancing all the time. When donghae comes to ask,
“Hyukjae-ya, why are you practicing at this time, our schedule just ended right?”
“O-Oh i just wanna get myself sweaty,, i feel like my body stiffen, so yeah i keep practicing”
“Yeokshi uri d&e leader. dont push yourself too hard. promise me you will rest after this, okay?” he handed hyukjae a towel and circling it into his neck while then keep wiping his sweat in hyukjae’s cheeks with that towel
“u-uhm of course. thanks”
“youre welcome always, my E oppa~~ chat me when you arrive at the dorm okay? lets go home” replied him while smiling
“okay i will...”
then donghae went to the car and went home. hyukjae feels his knees are gone then he sat on the floor.
“why he keeps confusing me...... sigh”
day after day of their promotions went well. At the end of the promotions, donghae was not like his usual self. It’s not he completely different person but he’s less clingy. and he often checks his phone and sometimes smiling while looking at his phone. Hyukjae thought maybe donghae looked at some funny things on his insta but thats just weird because he’s being too often looking at the phone. then he often picks up his phone outside it’s like he hides something from hyukjae. It’s not usual for him to do that. He always picks up his calls in front of hyukjae but not right now. It’s been weeks he did that, but actually hyukjae didnt care at all. Maybe he had something that is really his privacy. so he didnt think about it too much. But, day by day passed and it’s been 1 month already. He still being like that. When hyukjae came to his apartment, actually donghae asked him to come but donghae keeps being on the phone. It’s not the real hyukjae if he hadnt been curious. He was curious as hell. At first he keeps resisting himself not to be curious but maybe he cant after all. When hyukjae prepared the food he bought for donghae, donghae suddenly put his phone and went to shower. Hyukjae hesitated at first but he didnt care so he went quick to the table and looked at donghae’s phone. He enters the passwords (actually he knew it because donghae already told him when they went to a drive together, donghae cant open the phone because he focused on driving so he asked hyukjae to reply his mother’s message) and checked his kakao and insta. then he found one person other than him and his family in his pinned chats in his kakao. Then he opened the messages.
Hyukjae never been so speechless before, it’s the first time. It turned out that person is donghae’s lover. He looked at those sweet messages and actually this saturday is their 3 months. they talked about how they can meet at saturday. it’s not just how his heart breaks in pieces. the fact he didnt tell him about it at all. and it’s been 3 months. how... hyukjae thought maybe if donghae told him, he can be prepared at anytime...
“i thought we keep no secrets... but this is actually my fault too. i did have secret. so i deserved this.”
“but it hurts like hell what the fuck....” then hyukjae put donghae’s phone back to its place. and tears keep falling without hyukjae realized himself. then he took his bag and left the food prepared for donghae. He left the house and cried on the way to the dorm. Hyukjae left a message to donghae via kakao.
Donghae who came out the bathroom after showering, becomes flustered.
“Hyukjae ya, how’s the food is it good?”
no answer,,
“Hyukjae, where-”
then he got notif from hyukjae
“sorry i left first, i have something to do. I already prepared the tteokbokki. Have a good meal”
Donghae was so confused but he ate the tteokbokki anyway. he still didnt feel something strange..
few days after that, super junior have a schedule together for an interview. It’s so obvious that hyukjae tried so hard to avoid donghae at all cost. He distants himself from donghae and avoid donghae’s affections. He tries to keep it cool and still jokes around to the members. but he only avoids donghae. when donghae tries to talk to hyukjae after the interview ends, hyukjae keeps telling him he must go home. then donghae holds hyukjae’s hand
“Lee hyukjae, whats wrong with you? you’re obviously avoiding me? did i do something wrong?”
“N-no at all. you’re just touching me too much.”
“but i always did these to you,and you’re okay with that”
“yes but right now it’s not. okay good bye i must go right now. let go”
“just tell me why... please...”
“you didnt need to know”
then hyukjae pulls his hand harder and finally donghae let him go. donghae becomes frustrated himself.
Leeteuk who saw this on the back feels there’s something wrong with these two...
Hyukjae becomes so distant from donghae day by day, but no one notices it. it’s just donghae who feels something wrong but hyukjae will never tell him why. the members didnt feel it weird either because the atmosphere while being together as full members still feel lively. It didnt sound wrong at all. but only leeteuk who feels something weird. leeteuk who sees them quietly when in a dressing room, donghae didnt talk to hyukjae at all. hyukjae too, he didnt intend to talk to donghae at all. hyukjae always talks to kyuhyun or yesung in their leisure time. and donghae who hangs out with siwon all the time. it feels natural. but it feels weird too. then leeteuk asks donghae to come outside...
“Hey whats wrong?” leeteuk asks
“Me? im fine? why hyung asks that?”
“hyukjae. seems like you both not in a good terms recently”
“oh that. i dont know either”
“ask him then what you did wrong”
“i have. but he said i didnt need to know?! he’s weird as fuck. how can i know what i did wrong while he’s being childish like that”
“hmmm, maybe you hide something and he did feeling betrayed or stuff? it may happen. those things always happen right for us”
“ah... maybe i know.....”
then donghae rushed to hyukjae.
“we need to talk”
“there’s nothing to talk about”
“hyukjae please.”
“let me go”
“lee hyukjae... please”
“fine. i’ll give you 5 minutes”
“you saw my phone right?”
“thats- yeah i didnt mean to but yes i saw that you actually had a lover”
“thats why you’re mad?”
“yes? ofcourse? i feel betrayed you didnt tell me at all. i thought we’re close enough to tell about those kinda stuffs” (actually there’s not the only reason donghaeya.....)
“im about to tell you that night actually.. sorry for not telling you, im afraid that youre uncomfortable with this... pls forgive me okay”
“i-im okay for those kinda stuffs. im happy for u bro actually. but it’s just i feel sad you didnt tell me..”
“ so you forgive me?”
“hm maybe?” hyukjae still feels uncomfortable with this, its like he didnt want to see this fucking handsome angelic face in front of him anymore
then donghae becomes so happy and hugs him rightaway. hyukjae quickly tries to let go of him.
“alright alright, let me go. lets just go home okay” donghae smiled happily after he heard he already been forgiven. but hyukjae still pretending. he pretends that it’s all okay for donghae for having a lover. but he’s not okay at all.
hyukjae forgives him but he cant face him actually and pretends to be fine all the time. everytime he meets donghae, he just feels uncomfortable. it didnt feel the same. hyukjae cant see him the same as before. hyukjae still keeps his cool and lets donghae did his skinships to him freely but deeply inside he is hurting. one day, he went to the building’s rooftop to get some fresh air in the middle of their schedule. Leeteuk suddenly comes to him.
“hyukjae ya....”
“oh whats wrong hyung?”
leeteuk doesnt say a word but immediately hugs him and pats his hair.
“i know it’s been hard”
hyukjae is flustered why he did this...
“hard? what do you mean hyung? hahaha”
“you loved him, am i right?”
“him?”
“eish stop pretending to be fine. i knew you two fights few days ago then you told him it was because he didnt tell you about his lover, it’s not the only reason right?”
“so you knew......”
“jtub told me that donghae already had a lover, donghae didnt tell me at first haha then he admitted it himself after then.”
“oh right.”
“what will you do then after this?”
“i dont know.. i cant keep pretending all the time. it hurts me to see his face it’s like i wanna punch him”
“even you loved him you want to punch him? lol”
“yes i hate that idiot smile of his until i want to-”
“kiss him so bad?”
“HYUNG”
“okay okay hahaha im kidding”
“but... sometimes i think of that too but ofcourse i wont do it”
“he kissed your hand in a live broadcast why wont you?”
“no way i would kiss him first. its just me who had this feeling. he never feel the same, he just likes to play with me. its confusing”
then hyukjae silents for a bit
“hyung.. is it okay for me to go for a while? i kinda want to distract myself for a while”
“its okay hyukjaeya. i respect all of your decisions as long as youre happy with it”
“ehm, it hurts so much seeing him these days. he keeps calling with his lover while there is me there in his house. thats fucking hurts. i cant do this anymore hyung. it’s like i wanna punch him for real. i hate having this feeling from the start.. i-i- *sobs*” hyukjae cried in leeteuk’s embraces. he cried so hard that time.
“shussh shussh it’s okay hyukjae.. it’s a natural thing for us to fall in love. it’s not our fault to fall in love in the first place.”
“heuk- heuk- but i hate feeling this way. i hate myself” hyukjae still sobbing
after crying for so long, leeteuk’s shirt becomes so wet then leeteuk just laughs
“how can you hide those red eyes hahaha”
“right..... i dont know......”
“here i bring sunglasses lol just go home after this okay, so the members wont be suspicious haha”
“thank you so much hyung.... youre the best”
“nah its always been my job to babysit all of you. so where would you go?”
“Japan. Maybe next week”
“okay, take care hyukjae. i will call you then”
then one day, hyukjae comes to his usual bar to hang out with donghae. but he comes alone. he feels like he wants to drink until he passed out for the last time before he goes to japan. then there’s jtub (donghae’s friend who is a composer too) who hangs out alone too.
“Oh hyukjae, you come. Alone? where’s donghae?”
“nah i just feel like drinking alone”
“why?”
“i dont know i just want it”
then hyukjae really drinks a lot like A LOT. jtub tries to stop him but hyukjae insists he must drink more
“stop it or you will pass out here”
“i ddont fckin caree.. it issss m-my pplaaan annywway tto ssleep hhere until tomorrowww”
hyukjae lost it. he really lost it. he’s blabbering random sentences just now
“why.. wwhy sshould i llove that iddiot, i wanna kick hhis fckin handsome fface riight nnow,,,,, bastaard hhow you come to pplay wwith myy ffeelingg llike this,, itt hurtts sso mmuch i hhate yyou” then he sobs
“argghhhhhhh my head’‘ss sppinning”
jtub didnt know who he was talking about but right now he needs to call someone to bring this idiot to come home
“hyukjae you need to come home.. i’ll call donghae”
“NOO DDONT CCALL THHAT BASTTARD” he tried to take jtub’s phone but it failed because he cant control himself because of the alcohol
“ah... so he’s heartbroken....... eish i didnt know that hyukjae is falling for his best friend.. eish let them finish this problem themselves i should back out”
“nno ddont him ppleasse, or i will kick hhis fucckin facce when hhe comess llater” then he sobs and passed out in the long table near the barista
few minutes later, donghae comes in a rush.
“donghae ya here!” jtub calls
“oh my, what did you feed him huh?!?”
“wow slow man, he’s drinking and paying those bottles himself you know, i tried to stop him but he insisted to drink it until morning.”
“why’s he like this... he never been like this before...”
“you didnt know? why’s he like this? really?”
“uhm no, why? do you know?”
“try to figure it yourself then, its your problems anyway.”
“so he’s like this , because of me?!”
“spoiler : yes”
“oh man, why... okay then i’ll be going first”
donghae tries to wake up hyukjae but still didnt get a respon.
“Hyukjae-ya lets go home”
“ehmmm i want to sleep here”
“but it closes soon. you must go home. let me take you home eung?”
then hyukjae wakes up and see donghae who’s ready to pick him up
“oh it’s lee donghae!”
“yep it’s me. lets go home okay?”
“the way i wanna kick your face but i didnt have the strength right now, i’ll just kick you tomorrow”
“pardon? what?” donghae flustered and shocked
“right? it’s on you bro lol” jtub said
“okay okay lets just go home” donghae took hyukjae in his shoulders and caught him by the waist. then they both go to hyukjae’s dorm with donghae’s car
hyukjae falls asleep in the car. and keeps talkin in his sleep a bit
“lee donghae you bastard”
donghae is surprised and turns his head to passenger’s seat.
“The fuck?!”
then hyukjae sleeps again
“why’s he like this and why me?”
they finally arrived at hyukjae’s dorm and kyuhyun didnt come home so it’s just the two of them there. donghae hardly brings hyukjae to his room in his druk state.
“im glad that you’re this tiny, i can bring you home easily”
then donghae puts hyukjae to the bed and takes off his jacket, socks, and shoes. he wipes hyukjae’s forehead too with wet towel too.. hyukjae wakes up suddenly.
“stop being so kind to me” he stops donghae’s hand from wiping his forehead
“huh? why? im your closest friend it’s my job to take care of you idiot”
“i can take care of myself well. just go” hyukjae turns his head to the left side and puts the blanket covering his whole body.
“why do you like this?”
“its not ur business”
“hyukjae ya... tell me whats wrong”
“Us. we cant be like this”
“why? you’re my closest friend-”
“We’re not supposed to be like this donghae ya. we must not”
hyukjae wakes up and turns into donghae.
“We.... cant be like this donghaeya... we cant be....” hyukjae starts to cry
“hyukjae... why cant we... “
“why are you crying.. dont cry...“ donghae said again while carressing hyukjae’s tears with his thumb
“ *sobs* we- cant- be- like this... we just cant.....” hyukjae is still sobbing while talking
“tell me why, what should i do to stop you from crying please dont cry it hurts seeing you cry like this” donghae said softly
“you.”
“me? why?”
hyukjae still crying and doesnt want to answer..
“hyukjae tell me... please.. i dont wanna see you cry...”
hyukjae then holds donghae’s hand in his cheeks...
he looked at donghae’s eyes with those falling tears..
“you deserved to hate me forever.”
hyukjae leaned in to donghae’s face and pressed a soft kiss into his lips.
hyukjae pulls out and donghae is flustered and confused...
“h-hyukjae w-why-”
“leave me right now”
“b-but you have to tell-”
“leave or our friendship ends. leave please”
“hyukjae-ya.... “
“PLEASE LEAVE. *sobs* please...”
then donghae gets up from the bed and leaves hyukjae alone...
that’s it. that’s the end. hyukjae’s first love comes to an end. that angel is finally gone....
hyukjae cries in his bed so hard... the worst feeling ever. he hates himself more than anyone else. but he must end it. he must end this stupid feeling. the overflowing feelings he had for his best friend for years. he will stop loving him no matter what.
“Thankyou for making me feel loved although actually it’s just me who feel that way... im happy... thankyou...” then he’s still crying for so long in the middle of the night
meanwhile donghae is feeling so flustered and mad. he didnt know why he’s mad. the fact his best friend cried because of him.. hyukjae’s eyes that told him everything. hyukjae’s puppy eyes that only shines everytime suddenly covered by the rain. the hard rain that falls because of him. he never knew. he never realized.. he didnt want to believe it. but it’s just feel so real. his tears falls in his cheek when hyukjae kissed him... he never feels the saddest kiss ever... it hurts so much. he didnt knoe either why it hurts so much. it feels like hyukjae will leave him for real... he cant imagine how his life would be without hyukjae.. it will never be the same..
donghae still feels confused.... he didnt know what to do after this... or tomorrow, or days after this.... he just didnt know what to do...
the next day, hyukjae is already in the airport waiting for boarding to Tokyo. his eyes are completely red becuase of crying that night before. He decides to go there to heal and repair himself. he just needs time alone for a while. he didnt know when he will be back to work as super junior. he’s already takin care of all of these with the company, and the company said yes. it’s up to him when will he decide to come back....
“hyukjae-ya, already at the airport?”
“eung hyung, there’s still 15 minutes before boarding”
“okay then, take care hyukjae... and one thing what if he asked me where you go?”
“hm, dont tell him hyung, just say that i want to spend my time alone.”
“fine i’ll do that. eish that insensitive bastard haha i’ll kick his face for you someday”
“nah hyung just let him be it’s my fault anyway for loving him in the first place. it’s never been his fault”
“aigu my precious dongsaeng already grown up”
“eish hyung your precious dongsaeng here is 34 years old”
“youre still a big baby to me anyway..”
“thankyou hyung. i’ll call you often when im in tokyo”
“yes sir!”
“oh its time for boarding, im off hyung, bye bye!!”
“okay take care hyukjae ya, have a proper meals okay?”
“of courseee goodbye hyung”
hyukjae finally ends his phone call with leeteuk and walks in to the plane. finally he made up his mind and try to heal himself first.. he’s afraid that this feeling disrupt his works with him. so he must repair himself more to become a better person..
meanwhile donghae who didnt know anything at all,,
he worked out like crazy... he’s already working out since morning. and it’s already evening. he worked out and worked out.. he did everything in the gym. he’s like a mad person right now. he didnt pick up the calls from everyone.. even his lover too..
the instructors there feels worried because it’s not usual for donghae to act like this. then the instructors try to call jtub, donghae’s friend who’s been at the same gym with him.
actually jtub is very busy right now so he cant go there to save that idiot friend from overworking his body. then jtub called leeteuk because leeteuk already said to him if donghae acts weird, he’s free to call him.
leeteuk comes to donghae’s usual gym rightaway after finishing his schedule.
“eomma ya. it’s already 7pm. and he’s been working out since 7 am?!?”asks him to the one of the instructors
“yes sir. he’s been like this since morning. we’re too scared to disturb him because he seems not in his right mind”
leeteuk walks in slowly to donghae.
“donghae ya”
donghae still wont listen he still in his threadmill
“lee donghae please come down.”
“come on donghae you never been like this, you never disobeyed my orders. come on donghae please stop this. you makes yourself sick”
donghae finally stops the threadmill and come down.
he falls rightaway in the floor.
“donghae-ya are you okay? hey? donghaeya?”
“hyung... it’s my fault...” after that, donghae lost his consciousness
Donghae wakes up in his house with leeteuk who waits for him.
“Oh are you okay? do you hurt yourself?”
“no-no im okay hyung..”
“eish why did you work out like that? you know it can kill you. what if i didnt come? who will take care of you? oh my god this kid. how old are you huh? youre fuckin 34 please grow up” leeteuk keeps nagging while wipes donghae’s forehead
“sorry hyung...”
“promise me you wont do this again oh god”
donghae just nods... then he suddenly remembers something
“i need to meet hyukjae.. i need-”
“stop he wont meet you”
“even he doesnt want to, i keep going to meet him”
“what would you say then? ask him for an apologize for something you didnt realize?”
“hyung... so you knew..”
“of course. just stop it. you wont ever meet him right now. you just cant”
“no hyung i must-”
“he’s leaving. he’s not in south korea.”
“what..... are you serious?”
“yes”
“where did he go? i can go right now”
“no you cant, just let him alone donghae ya. okay? please listen to me, he’s hurting. you never knew how he feels. because you never feels it. what do you want to say to him? anything that you would say, it wont heal him. because it’s on you. you’re the source of his broken state. he will overcome this someday. just wait okay?”
“but.... it hurts so much.. i dont know it just hurts so much seeing him cry.. seeing him so weak like that night. i really want to embrace him but he keep pushing me off, he keeps crying and crying.... his trembling voice when he tried to talk to me hurts me so much... he’s never showing this side of him for these time being.. i just didnt know what to do... it hurts so much seeing him in that state, i want to see him so fuckin much... i just- ” then he cant say anymore.. he’s loss at speech... he’s crying...
“hyung... why im late to realize this.... why..... he’s already left what should i do.... im fuckin stupid... im so fucking dumb......”
donghae cries in leeteuk’s shoulder.. leeteuk cant say anything... he just pats donghae’s back softly.. “just wait for him okay.... he’ll be okay..”
donghae still cant figure out why he’s also breaking.... he just feels that his heart is shattered knowing these situations at once..
confused, flustered, and mad. he’s mad at himself...
“how can i never realize in these time being?”
part 1 end
#eunhae#eunhaefics#eunhaefic#eunhyuk#donghae#super junior#suju#juheartsfic#bxb#superjunior#super junior fanfiction
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consider this: izuku doesn’t go to aldera but instead he went to soumei and it’s iideku friends to lovers where iida supports his dream and they train together and tenya tells tensei about it and during the foursome fearsome hangout tensei starts talking about this quirkless kid who’s working hard to be a hero and piques aizawa’s interest and soaodnmxownsosks;;;; C,,,, they’re such beautiful bois I love them;;;;
SJFNKSJRSLMDKL BRO YOURE SUCH AN INTELLECTUAL I AM FUCKING SCREAMING
inko gets mido OUT of aldera bc she finds out abt the extent of the bullying nd she will Not have her boy be tortured like that under her watch
mido kinda protests at first bc he doesnt want to make it a big deal and also what if it’s not any better in another school but inko is determined to try and help him so mido lets her
SOO soumei is a fancy private school but im sure if u can pass the entrance exam with a certain score or higher u can get a scholarship which mido succeeds in doing bc he’s a smart lil bean
anyway so he comes as like a resident nerd bc he’s gotten the highest score in like years. and iida as we all know is always striving for academic excellence so when they end up in the same class he introduces himself RIGHT away like “HELLO!!! I AM IIDA TENYA!!! IT’S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOUR ACQUAINTANCE” mido screams but it’s okay iida apologizes nd mido is like “no its all good u just startled me is all” we love them
ANYWAY so iida invites him to sit w him during lunch nd like ppl r friendly towards iida but theyre not rlly friends w him?? not like super close bc he’s well Iida but also ppl r intimidated cause iida fam stuff
but mido has stars in his eyes and he thinks iida is so cool and iida is so flustered nd flattered HHH babies,,
so they become quick friends nd mido ends the first school week without anyone even asking abt his quirk bc theyre so interested in his nerdiness instead!!! so he’s a lot happier
it does come out tho eventually probably when a teacher implies smth or mido says smth self-deprecating but u know same result. ppl are still nice to mido to his surprise but they treat him like glass which he gets fed up w p quick but he’d rather this than the outright hostility
iida is still his friend tho and he still likes mido and mido is like “ok. ur my favorite person in the whole world.” and like all might is still his favorite but iida is becoming his real hero AH
mido is kinda nervous abt talking abt his dreams to be a hero but iida can just tell like from the way mido talks to him abt any and all things heroes nd how he analyzes quirks iida just knows,,and one day iida is like “u know midoriya-kun i think you’re gonna be a great hero. have u decided which hero school u wanna go to yet?” cause they were talking abt high schools before lunch started
mido YELLS but also hes so flustered bro literally doesnt know how to respond for a solid five minutes he’s just red-faced and like giddy but also like “WAHH WHERE DID THAT COME FROM IIDA-KUN” “DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG??” “NO I- I APPRECIATE IT IM JUST- AHH” they scream. but eventually mido calms down enough to tell him ua and iida is like “OH ME TOO!!!! we can train together!!!” mido is fucking floored
anyway then like u said iida is always talking up a storm abt mido and how he admires him and thinks he’s so cool nd when iida mentions mido is gonna apply to ua, aizawa is like “oh worm?”
aizawa finds mido and after mido finishes screaming hes like “i can help train u kiddo” “AHHH- but wait im gonna train with my friend iida” “i know him he can come too” “AHHHHH” PLEASE BRO IM CRYING,,,
obv throughout all this iida and mido are pining so hard. so fucking hard it’s like painful almost but BRo. aizawa gets to deal with these fucking middle-almost-high-schoolers pussyfooting around each other and blushing at literally everything the other does and hes like “oh my god.”
HHH BUT JUST,,,THEY MAKE IT THROUGH THE ENTRANCE EXAM TOGETHER,,,IIDA GOES W MIDO TO HELP SAVE URARAKA FROM THE ZERO POINTER AND BOTH GET RESCUE POINTS THAT WAY,,,PLEASE
they have a sleepover when the results come in and both r just so excited and so happy. they stay up SO late and mido mightve kissed iida in a sleep-deprived haze but no one’s complaining
they dont rlly TALK about it tho so theyre like dating but not officially and uraraka nd tsu have to say smth like a quarter into their first year like “u guys r so close how long have u been dating” “WE’RE NOT DATING??” “midoriya you literally kissed iida good morning” “THATS JUST WHAT BROS DO?” “midoriya. no. thats kinda gay.”
please this is such a god-tier iideku concept. i am absolutely floored. i owe you my life. please i love them PLEASE this was so good,,,thank you
#THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY JKDNJKDNJK#iida tenya#midoriya izuku#soumei au#childhood friends au#iideku#c makes a word#answer
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innocent bones ch2
Summary: Apollo gets a wake-up call in a few ways. It’s okay, though--he’s got best-friend backup.
Link to AO3 in the notes.
“Goood morning, sunshine!”
“Blrgh,” Apollo says, more to his pillow than Clay. He rolls over and pulls the blankets over his head.
“Oh, are we grouchy this morning? I can drink both of these by myself if you wanna be left alone.”
Apollo peeks out from the covers warily. Clay dangles an iced drink in a plastic café cup tantalizingly over the bed. The morning is already hot, and only promises to get hotter; Apollo knows by the time he has proper clothes on, he’ll want something cold and sweet. He sighs and kicks the sheets aside, stretching.
“Why are you in my apartment?”
“Why were you sleeping with one sock on?”
Apollo looks down. Sure enough, he still has on the sock he’d yanked on at three in the morning. “...Fuck me.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Clay says, batting his eyelashes, then cackles as Apollo swings a pillow at him and chases him around the room. When they reach the kitchenette, Clay successfully diverts his attention to a small paper bag of baked goods. Apollo allows him to exchange the pillow for a chocolate croissant. “To answer your question, I’m here to chill with my best friend on my day off, like we’ve been planning for, oh, the last three weeks?”
Shit. That’s right. Apollo scrubs the crust of sleep from his eyes, shoulders slumping. “Sorry. I remember now.”
Clay smiles easily and slides him the drink. Apollo sips. Peachy oolong tea with lemonade. “No harm, no foul. Seriously, though. Why the sock?”
“I had the most surreal fucking night,” Apollo says, and tells him about it. Clay starts laughing uproariously as soon as he mentions the teeth. He doesn’t stop until Apollo concludes with Prosecutor Debeste’s intervention.
“Oh, man,” Clay chuckles, wiping at the corners of his eyes. “How does this shit happen to you?”
“If I knew, don’t you think I would try to stop it?”
“I don’t know, would you?” Clay smirks maddeningly and bites into his muffin. Through a mouthful of crumbs, he drawls, “I’m sure you suffered so much with a handsome man vying for your attention.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, you disgusting goblin.”
“Ach, Herr Forehead,” Clay says, in the worst fake German accent Apollo has ever heard. “When I’m sad and lonely, you’re the first one I think of to cheer me up. Oh, how I wish you were here with me—“
Apollo seizes the pillow again. Clay rushes to get a grip on it before he can take a swing. They struggle for control until they both tip out of their chairs and go crashing to the hard, unforgiving linoleum floor in a heap.
“Ow,” Clay says. “Huh. I’ve had more exciting tumbles.”
“And Mr. Starbuck trusts you to pilot a rocket with him,” Apollo scoffs, feeling a bit ow himself.
“Please, I’m much nicer to Mr. Starbuck than I am to you, I don’t have to worry about fighting with him.”
They attempt to sit up. Clay somehow maneuvers their tangled limbs apart without injury to either of them. Apollo moves to stand, but Clay slings his legs across Apollo’s own before he can go anywhere.
“Hey,” Clay says, low and serious. “For real. You okay? You didn’t have any new nightmares because of all that, did you?”
Apollo winces. “...No.”
“What was that face for?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re an awful liar and you know it.” Clay frowns, concern creasing his brow. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right? You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. But I’m here for you, dude.”
“I know, space cadet. Calm down.”
“Alright, alright.”
Clay moves his legs out of the way. It’s Apollo’s turn to interrupt him before he can rise by dropping his head onto Clay’s shoulder.
“Worse than a nightmare,” he mutters.
“What? What’s worse than a nightma—oh, my God,” Clay gasps. “You had a sex dream?!”
“WH—NO!”
“MY BABY BOY IS GROWING UP!”
“I DID NOT HAVE A SEX DREAM!”
Apollo tries to smack him. Clay catches his hand and wrestles him into a headlock.
“The most important thing to remember is that this is a normal part of puberty,” Clay says, solemnly, even as Apollo shrieks with dismay. “Every growing boy—“
“I WILL KICK YOUR ASS.”
“Like you could? Alright, sunshine, let’s hear it. What’s worse than a nightmare, aside from a sex dream?”
“I don’t want to tell you anymore,” Apollo says, sulkily, voice muffled by Clay’s arm.
“Come on, don’t be like that.” Clay pats his head with his free hand. Apollo grumbles some more. “Is it really that embarrassing?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, then it’s about feelings.”
“Wh—how did you—I mean, what makes you think that?!” Real smooth, Justice. Apollo can feel the hot flush of mortification on his face.
“Honestly, dumbass, how long have we been friends? You think I don’t know how your brain works as well as you know mine?”
“That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“Yeah, you’re busy saving all your affection for Klav—ow! Don’t hit me!”
“Shut up! God.”
“You know you get to have a crush, right? That’s normal and okay.”
“I don’t want to have a crush,” Apollo moans, hopelessly. Clay finally releases him from the headlock so he takes the opportunity to bury his face in his hands. He hates catching feelings. He always blows it somehow. It doesn’t help that they never have these conversations anywhere less weird than the kitchen floor. “He’s my colleague. I need to be professional. Our working relationship is too important for me to fuck this up.”
“He got lonely while he was high on painkillers and called you at three AM and you’re still going on about professionalism?”
“It sounds stupid when you say it like that.”
“That’s because it is stupid.”
“Your face is stupid.”
“I’m serious, man. Like, if you wanted concrete evidence that he considers you a friend outside of your working relationship, it just got handed to you on a silver platter. There’s no way you’re the first friend he’s ever had that’s been a little into him.”
“...I guess that’s true.”
“Who knows? Maybe he’s a little into you too.”
Apollo gives him an incredulous look.
“It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen to you in the last year, that’s all I’m saying! And he has an awful lot of nice things to say about you for a courtroom rival.”
“We’re not rivals,” Apollo says, mostly on automatic. Clay ruffles his hair as they clamber to their feet.
“Sure, sure. Hey, speaking of things he has to say, has he said anything to you this morning?”
“How should I know? Somebody bullied me out of bed and I left my phone behind.”
“I’ll go get it, you eat breakfast.”
Apollo finishes his croissant. After a moment, Clay tosses his phone at him.
“Do I really have to check it right now?”
“If you’re gonna be such a big baby about it, I can check it for you.”
“Ugh. No, fine, I’ll look.”
Klavier Gavin, 9:04am
hey, i just wanted to apologize for last night. i hope i didn’t scare you too badly. i remember you saying i owed you one, so let me know if you come up with a way i can apologize.
Apollo lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Clay makes a questioning sound and a grabby hand gesture. Apollo passes his phone over, obligingly, and steals a chunk of Clay’s muffin while he reads it for himself.
“Totally normal,” Clay says. “See? It’s fine. You’re fine.”
“I’m fine,” Apollo echoes. He takes his phone back and sips absentmindedly at his iced tea as he types.
Apollo Justice, 10:38am
I’m going to change your contact name to “Teeth Theft Victim.”
How’s your mouth this morning?
Klavier Gavin, 10:39am
HF no :(
not the worst. definitely not as bad as it was last night!
i had some painkillers when i got up. mostly just feels a little weird rn
Apollo Justice, 10:41am
That sounds about right.
Klavier Gavin, 10:42am
did you get back to sleep okay?
Apollo Justice, 10:43am
Yeah, I’m fine.
Klavier Gavin, 10:43am
you’re always fine, HF ;P
Apollo Justice, 10:44am
I bet you think you’re clever.
I got plenty of sleep. Don’t worry.
Klavier Gavin, 10:45am
i am sincerely sorry though. seriously, let me know if i can make it up to you somehow
“Do I actually seem angry?” Apollo asks Clay, mystified. Clay peers over his shoulder at the message thread. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, considering his mental state at the time. I’m not trying to be brusque with him.”
“Tell him to take you out for coffee,” Clay says.
“What? Why? Where did that come from?”
Apollo Justice, 10:47am
All you have to do is not call me at 3AM saying ominous things without context again.
I know this is a terribly high bar to meet, but I have faith that you’ll rise to the occasion.
Klavier Gavin, 10:48am
you really thought i was actively dying, didn’t you?
were you actually on your way out the door?
Apollo Justice, 10:49am
I thought you had gotten roofied. Of course I was on my way out the door.
Klavier Gavin, 10:50am
my knight in shining armor ;)
“TELL HIM TO TAKE YOU OUT FOR COFFEE,” Clay yells, aggressively shaking Apollo by the shoulder. Apollo yelps and almost drops his phone.
“He’s always like this! It doesn’t mean anything!”
“I WILL DO IT MYSELF.”
“Do what yourself?! Take him out for coffee?! Fine! I hope you’re very happy together!”
“God, and you mean it, too. You’re hopeless, AJ. No game at all. Give me your phone.”
“NO!”
Apollo Justice, 10:52am
awerrttrtrtFSDFFG
Klavier Gavin, 10:52am
?? HF??
Apollo Justice, 10:53am
BRB
Have tio kickmny friendsd ass
Apollo does not kick Clay’s ass, because Clay has fifty pounds of muscle on him and Apollo hasn’t gotten in a real fight since he was a middle schooler, but he damn well tries. It’s the effort that counts. Maybe. Hopefully.
Apollo Justice, 11:12am
COFFREERE
Klavier Gavin, 11:14am
??????
Apollo Justice, 11:15am
TAKE HIM OUT TO COFFEE
Klavier Gavin, 11:16am
who am i speaking to??
Apollo Justice, 11:17am
DONT QWORRT ABT UT
Klavier Gavin, 11:18am
i’m a little worried about it
is Herr Justice okay??
Apollo Justice, 11:18am
YEA HES FINE
IM BULLYING HIMN
Klavier Gavin, 11:20am
that doesn’t sound very fine
Apollo Justice, 11:21am
I am so fucking sorry.
Klavier Gavin, 11:21am
are you alright?
Apollo Justice, 11:23am
I’m fine.
I’m with a friend right now and he decided to be obnoxious.
Klavier Gavin, 11:24am
by which i suppose you
mean he stole your phone
Klavier Gavin, 11:25am
That and putting me in a headlock.
Klavier Gavin, 11:25am
:(
Apollo Justice, 11:26am
I’m fine, honestly. We roughhouse all the time.
It’s mostly my pride that hurts.
“Bet you ten bucks he offers to kiss it better,” Clay says, slurping obnoxiously at the dregs of his iced tea. As winner’s spoils, he has retained eavesdropping privileges. Textdropping? Wiretapping? Fuck it, Apollo doesn’t know.
“He will not,” Apollo says, through gritted teeth, valiantly attempting to suppress the red-hot surge of embarrassment to his cheeks.
Klavier Gavin, 11:28am
well then, we all know you’ll survive that one :P
Apollo Justice, 11:30am
Ouch. Rub more salt in the wound, why don’t you?
“You owe me ten bucks,” Apollo announces.
“You motherfucker, you didn’t even take the bet!”
“It was implied! You would have made me give you ten dollars.”
Clay grudgingly pulls out his wallet and gives Apollo a five, three ones, and a fistful of change. He hands it over way too fast to have figured out how much the change is worth, but then Clay is actually good at numbers shit, so maybe he did. Anyway, Apollo cares more about the principle of the exchange than receiving exactly ten dollars.
Klavier Gavin, 11:31am
i prefer to think of it as a salve to help you heal faster
Apollo Justice, 11:32am
By making fun of me?
Klavier Gavin, 11:33am
by reminding u that u can pull through these hard times!
Apollo Justice, 11:34am
Sure.
Klavier Gavin, 11:35am
but hey, for real. do you want to go out for coffee sometime?
“YES,” Clay hollers, victoriously. Apollo wants to curl up under the table and die of mortification.
“I can’t believe you. He thinks he has to do this because I got inconvenienced last night. This is stupid, Clay, why would you do this to us?”
“Because,” Clay says, “He flirts with you, constantly, and you’re who he calls at three AM when he’s in pain and he wants to talk to someone to distract him, and you have a crush that can be seen from space. It’s my job as your best friend.”
“It’s really not.”
“Uh-huh. Tell the nice man you’ll go out for coffee with him.”
Apollo Justice, 11:39am
You really don’t have to take me out just because of what happened last night.
Clay was being absurd.
Klavier Gavin, 11:41am
okay, sure, i understand
but do you WANT to?
Apollo Justice, 11:42am
I mean. Yeah.
If you’re sure.
Klavier Gavin, 11:43am
i’m positive :)
Apollo Justice, 11:44am
Then coffee would be cool.
“Cool,” Clay echoes. “God, AJ, you’re a mess. I love you so much. Cool, he says, when the actual rockstar asks him out on a date.”
“You bullied the rockstar into asking me on a date,” Apollo snaps, red-faced.
“I didn’t do a damn thing to him except offer a suggestion. He didn’t get put in a headlock.”
Klavier Gavin, 11:45am
Großartig! i have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, but perhaps tuesday?
Apollo Justice, 11:46am
Tuesday is fine.
What time? Where are we going?
Klavier Gavin, 11:48am
let’s say 3pm? and it’s a surprise ;)
Apollo Justice, 11:49am
I won’t be footing the bill if you drag me out to some weird, fancy upscale tea bar.
Klavier Gavin, 11:50am
nein, don’t be ridiculous. it’s my treat
“Ooh, what a gentleman!”
“Can’t you stop reading over my shoulder and let me set this up in peace now?!”
“No, I just scored you a date and you elbowed me very hard in the stomach earlier. I earned this.”
Apollo Justice, 11:52am
Does that mean it IS a weird, fancy upscale tea bar?
Klavier Gavin, 11:53am
actually it means i haven’t decided yet
Apollo Justice, 11:54am
Ah. Foolish me, then.
How am I supposed to get there if it’s a surprise?
Klavier Gavin, 11:55am
oh, you can just meet me at my office and i’ll drive us there
...unless you’re still afraid of my motorcycle? :P
Apollo Justice, 11:58am
I’m not afraid.
But you better have a second helmet.
Klavier Gavin, 12:00pm
don’t i always, Schatz?
“You go on his motorcycle?” Clay says, outraged and oblivious while Apollo can feel himself going scarlet from the roots of his hair all the way down to his collar. “This is so unfair. You’ll barely get in a car with me, and you’re terrified of motorcycles. How long did it take you to realize you like this guy again?”
Through gritted teeth, Apollo says, “You drive like you’re trying to die young, and Klavier is the only person I know who consistently follows every single traffic law to the letter.”
“Sounds like—“
“Also, we work together, and basically every time I’ve gotten a ride from him has been to or from case-relevant locations.”
“—Like excuses to me. What does Schatz mean, anyway?”
“I don’t know,” Apollo lies. Clay’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. He’s not that oblivious, then.
“Uh-huh.”
Apollo Justice, 12:04pm
I guess so.
Klavier Gavin, 12:05pm
so tuesday at 3pm, meeting at my office, then?
Apollo Justice, 12:06pm
Works for me.
I have to go, I’m supposed to be hanging out with Clay today. But I’ll see you Tuesday?
Klavier Gavin, 12:09pm
tuesday it is! i can’t wait to see you ;)
and tell your friend i said danke, ja?
Apollo Justice, 12:11pm
Thanks, he wasn’t already being insufferable enough.
“Oh I’m the fucking best,” Clay says, gleefully. Apollo tries to hide a smile, but it’s pointless. Clay has already thrown an arm around his shoulders to squeeze him in a tight side-hug. “Who is the best friend in the whole wide world who probably just got you laid?”
“Clay.”
“Remember this when I’m done with my mission and I have time to date again, okay? I expect equally enthusiastic wing-manning from you.”
“You have literally never needed me to wingman for you,” Apollo says, with fond exasperation. “Besides, what happened to that alien boyfriend you keep insisting you’ll come back with?”
“Well, maybe he’ll only be my alien work-friend when I come back, and I’ll need my dear friend to help me push past my misconceptions about professionalism to find true love.”
“Good grief,” Apollo says, as the blush that had been steadily dying down on his face flares back to life. “True love? It’s one coffee date. Slow it on down.”
Clay opens his mouth, probably with the intent to say more wild shit about Apollo’s upcoming date (a date! With Klavier! Is Apollo still in a weird exhaustion-induced feelings dream?), so Apollo hurriedly jumps in to say, “So how did you want to spend your day off? Video games? Movies?”
“I want to kick your ass at Smash Bros,” Clay says.
“I think we can arrange that.”
“Almost as easily as we just arranged—“
“Pushing your luck, Terran.”
“I learned that from the very best,” Clay says, nudging Apollo’s shoulder with his own with a fond grin. Apollo can’t help but smile back.
“I guess you did.”
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1/ >mpreg< wrh won the sunshot campaign, but both his sons still die, so he wants to be repaid. he demands a chosen bride from each sect for his harem and so nhs, jgy, lxc, and even jyl (who is married and left jl as an orphan bc jzx died during the war) and wwx.. he especially wants wwx and so he keeps him separate from the rest, seals his power and brainwashed him, turning him into a pliant bedwarmer whose only job is to provide wrh with more children.
2/ >mpreg< wrh made sure to control his new harem with a tight leash, going so far as to damage their golden cores to weaken them. lwj is going mad bc not only his brother but also his beloved wei ying were taken away to serve wrh. he tried to reach out to other sects, asking them to cooperate to take their hostages back but none of the sects were brave or strong enough to go against wrh, especially after the devastating war.
3/ >mpreg< after thirteen years of gathering intel and strength as well as countless failed infiltration missions, lwj has had enough of it and decided to sneak into nightless city himself. he managed to find his brother and nhs but there were no signs of the others. it broke his heart to see the swollen stomach of his brother as he told him that none of them had seen wwx since he was first taken in. wwx is wrh's favorite, birthing the most children for him out of all of them.
4/ >mpreg< nightless city was crawling with children who look like wrh. lwj told lxc that he's making a plan to help all of them escape. lxc was scared for his children, but didn't object. wrh found out abt lwj sneaking into his castle, but kept hush abt it bc he wants lwj to suffer more. he threatened lxc to act like he was going along with the plan and telling wrh everything or he's going to kill their youngest toddler. he could just put a new one in him, anyway.
5/ >mpreg< lxc just prayed lwj would have enough time to escape when their escape plan fail later. after about a week of hiding in nightless city, lwj stumbled upon a restricted area. he managed to sneak in and he was horrified to find wwx inside, heavily pregnant, but without an ounce of discontent on his face, in fact he looked overjoyed. the man was calmly combing his hair while humming to himself. lwj was so shocked he accidentally made a noise that alerted wei ying of his presence.
6/ >mpreg< "who's there?" wwx immediately grabbed a hairpin for self defense but relaxed when his eyes found it was just lwj. "oh hi lan zhan" he was smiling but it was so unsettling. "why do you hv to sneak in like a mouse? my a-yuan can do better than that when he was five" lwj couldnt move, couldnt say anything. "lan zhan? what's wrong? we haven't met for many years and the first thing you do is sneak into my room and frown at me?"
7/ >mpreg< "wei ying. have to get you out of here" lwj finally uttered. "what? why?" lwj couldnt believe his ears. "why would i want to leave master ruohan and our children?" lwj wished he could just die on the spot. "but- he forced you and the others-" "forced? what are you talking about?" lwj saw wwx was getting agitated and it unnerved him to no end. "if youre coming here just to disturb me then just go!" wwx's voice was getting louder and lwj has no choice but to leave before he was found
8/ >mpreg< a couple weeks later, lwj finally managed to get the last of his plans taken care of. he made a huge distraction that allowed wrh's harem to flee to their designated meeting spot (they came right back in after but lwj never knew that). they could bring the smaller children with their mothers but they would have to leave the older children behind since wrh had had his influence on them already. the only one left was wei ying. he had to get wei ying back no matter what.
9/ >mpreg< lwj didnt care if he would only be able to take wei ying or if wei ying was going to hate him. he couldnt let wei ying go again. he inched closer to wwx's living quarters and he barely got a greeting in before the maidservants announced wrh's arrival. wwx immediately told lwj to hide in his room. wrh came in and wwx all but jumped into his arms. lwj could see everything. he could see wrh kissing he face he dreamt of kissing for so many years, touching the body he dreamt of touching for so many years.
10/ >mpreg< lwj ended up hiding for a good portion of the whole day, trying to close his ears as he heard sounds he once dreamt wei ying would let out only for him. swallowing his own tears as wwx begs wrh to ravish him. wrh didnt leave until wwx woke up from his nap. when he deemed it safe enough, lwj sneaks back out, still wrecking his brain trying to think of ways to convince wwx to leave with him. "wei ying, come back to gusu with me, please" wwx pouts, shaking his head. "im not going anywhere, get lost!" "wei ying please" lwj tried approaching wwx, but he just kept backing away. "get lost!"
11/ >mpreg< lwj kept pushing, maybe if he could just <i>touch</i> wei ying, he could identify and undo whatever spell wrh did on wei ying. wwx kept backing away, replying to all of lwj's pleas with 'get lost'. he wasnt going to let this man who he hadnt seen for so long take everything away from him. soon, there was no more space for wwx to retreat to, trapped between lwj's approaching form and his vanity table. he grabbed a hairpin and swung, slashing lwj's perfect face. blood dripped on the floor, but lwj couldnt care less, not when wei ying is inches away from him. he <i>had</i> to have wei ying back.
12/ >mpreg< lwj was prepared to just hit wwx's pressure points to render him unconscious and carry him outside, his pregnancy be damned, but before he could, wei ying was already screaming. "a-yuan!" it took mere seconds before the door slammed open, revealing a teenager with a sword in his hand. he had wei ying's eyes. he could recognize that shade of silver anywhere, but the glint of malice there was unmistakably wen ruohan's. the teenager charged at lwj, who was caught off guard and it took no time before lwj was subdued and bleeding, kneeling by wwx's bed with the teenager's foot keeping him still. "scum! you dare try to harm my mother?!"
13/ >mpreg< "would never try to harm wei ying.. only want wei ying back" lwj croaks. "preposterous!" wei ying's son (a-yuan, lwj's mind provided) barked. "who do you think you are, to boldly lay claim on my mother? you deserve death for this!" lwj didnt respond. he was focused on wwx sitting in front of him, caressing his baby bump lovingly, creating an image of heavenly bliss, but everything in lwj screamed that it was <i>wrong- wrong, wrong, wei ying is</i> "lan zhan" lwj's world stopped.
14/ >mpreg< wwx looked at lwj in the eyes. his eyes look sad. disappointed. <i>at wangji</i> "why do you keep antagonizing me? back then you kept telling me that i was wrong, kept telling me how i was supposed to be. i know you didnt like me before and i left you alone. now youre here pestering me, as if i have no mind of my own to think and feel. and you ask me to leave with you?never," wwx's eyes hardened with grievance. "i suggest you leave immediately and maybe you'll get to keep your life" lwj's eyes widen. <i>wei ying misunderstood, must tell him- </i> "no, wei ying, youre under a spell. wei ying would never-" lwj wheezed as a sharp kick hit his back. "shut up!" wen yuan growled, "if i hear you speak rubbish one more time i would-" "a-yuan" wwx interrupted. "wen yuan, my beloved firstborn, it's okay. mother's got this," he gave his son an assuring look. then he shifted his gaze back to lwj. "lan zhan, im not under any spell. i really do belong here. you can check" wwx held out one hand for lwj to touch. lwj desperately took the hand. he wanted to relish in the softness of skin at first, the warmth he longed for, but quickly decided something was more important. he checked wwx's meridians, his qi pathways. lwj paled. he could feel nothing.
15/ >mpreg< "why" all the breath left lwj. "wei ying, he- he made you birth so many children, kept you locked here-" wwx's brows arched. "i love my children. i have always wanted a house full of children. master ruohan gave me what i wanted. i bear children for him because i love him" if this was heaven then lwj would rather go to hell.angstymdzsthoughtsOofWas that the last part?reblog-monsterno hold oni have like 1 or 2 moreangstymdzsthoughtsOk
16/ >mpreg< <i>wei ying, his wei ying, his heart, his soulmate, loves-?</i> "i love master ruohan, the father of my children. if he wants me to stay, i will stay. if he wants me to go, i will go. but you, you dont get a say" lwj heaved as wwx pulled his hand back, his heart too heavy and his head too painful. "ah, my bad" wwx gave lwj a side eye. "you know to much now" lwj swore he could saw wwx smirk at wen yuan but nothing mattered anymore. lwj gasped when a sword pierced his chest but it was a welcome pain to numb his aching soul. "just so you know," wwx's eyes glinted with glee as he bends down in a mock attempt to whisper into lwj's ear. "i love being pregnant. i beg master ruohan to breed me again even a few weeks after giving birth. im never going to stop, i cant stop," he giggled and lwj was somehow relieved that wwx's laughter was the last thing he heard before everything dissolved into nothing.
[ending notes] back in gusu, just as everyone was busy with the absence of their sect leader, only a letter came a few days later with a familiar red seal and a bloody headband. someone tried to violate a member of wen ruohan's harem and the perpetrator has been dealt with accordingly. their sect leader never returned.
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The scarlatinas are a big family with aunts and cousins visiting a lot right? Have you got an idea of how their house looks? (also could you release the Scarlatina family descriptions you gave me to the public?)
well, really the scarlatina family isn’t big in the, uh, family tree sense; it’s not like Velvet has 100+ cousins and that sort of stuff, but they’re big in the sense that they all live together, hjdshkjfsd. so it’s a big household! sixteen people! it’s nothing to sniff at! so the aunts and cousins dont visit, really, because they literally live next door, lmao.
the scarlatina homestead is split into two houses that keep getting added to every once in a while. the bigger one (aka the first) has georgette, rajah, taffeta, ash, chiffon, velvet, satin and hickory live there, whilst the second (rapidly growing) house has cotton, tenné, hawthorn (+ hawthorn’s wife, saffron, and their kid, fir), ramie (+ her wife, auburn) and birch. that said, the houses pretty much act as one, and people tend to drift in and out of either of em at will.
the houses are similar in terms of their footprint, since they sorta both evolved abt the same time for the same needs (oh shit a kid oh shit a marriage oh shit ANOTHER kid), and save for two smaller second storeys for storage/spare room needs, almost the entire thing is on the ground floor (heat rises, baby). they share a big old shed/workshop which ash lingers in CONSTANTLY, as well as two little gardens where they grow their own produce. they also have some solar panels and a huge windmill out front, both of which usually power their houses since they don’t typically draw a TON of energy, though they do have a generator that runs on fuel as a backup.
okay if we’re describing the whole family im gonna shunt this under a cut this goes on for a while dsfjhgjhskfgd
GEORGETTE SCARLATINA: the matriarch of the family! well, sorta; she’s let her own daughters sort of have run of the place in her stead, because she’s “retired” now and that means she mostly sits back and enjoys not Working all the time. back in her heyday the woman was an absolutely powerhouse, 24/7 on the grind, but even now she’s very… well, she’s still a force to be reckoned with, really, and whilst she isn’t uuuuuuuh Strict, per se, she’s very disciplined, and no matter what her kids and grandkids choose to do, she expects them to really throw themselves into it. weiss is both terrified of her and desperately wants her approval, which isn’t hard to get, but weiss is, how they say, dumbass. georgette is also the reason why taffeta and cotton are… Like That. like what? stubborn loud fuzzy taking zero shit, etc,
RAJAH SCARLATINA: scarlatina women seem to always land themselves timid men and nobody is sure how, or why, but georgette wasnt the first to start this trend and shes def not the one to end it. rajah is pretty mild-mannered, but like georgette, never rested when people needed help. he and ash (and tenné) get on real well because they’re happy enough to mind their own Fuckin Business whilst their wives barrel around with all the grace of rampaging bulls. still, rajah’s also very much a product of his time as an early settler to menagerie; he’s never really… happy with everything, because they lost so much leaving for this shithole, so he’s always kinda… mildly sad about stuff, but the same can be said of any faunus his age tbh.
COTTON SCARLATINA: the older of the two Scarlatina Daughters, cotton is… manic. full of energy, always looking to burn it off. she’s an optimist at heart since she and taffeta came to menagerie when they were ten and therefore are more accustomed to the island, and her primary objective is making a good home and a good start for the family. she’s not too interested in politics or revolution, mainly because she’s the type of woman who plans by meals and mouths to feed, if u get me. she’s also pretty smug because her side of the family are rly growing up (TWO wives. a GRANDKID. its ALL COMING UP COTTON) and it means she gets to spend more time doing stuff she’s passionate abt!!!!!!! nice!!!!!!!!
TENNÉ SCARLATINA: i put an accent on his name and i regret it every day of my life. anyway. tenné isn’t entirely sure how he ended up with just The Most scarlatina, but he did and, well, there’s no backing out now. tenné‘s a deer faunus and was around cotton’s age when he and his family moved with the scarlatinas to menagerie, so he and cotton have always been close. he’s very patient and doesn’t always have a lot to say, but he and cotton are a great team when it comes to managing the entire homestead together. again, he’s not a political type, and just wants to keep his corner of things safe in uncertain times. he always pretty rarely leaves the homestead for anything, so he’s also kinda reclusive, but so is cotton! it all works out!
HAWTHORN SCARLATINA: i won’t go into the partners lest i Die but hawthorne is the eldest child of cotton and tenné. got antlers like his da, and he’s a pretty big fellow by scarlatina standards (that is to say, not thin enough to fly away in a stiff breeze). hawthorn is… well, long and short, he’s a himbo, but he’s also a pretty devoted homesteader (this is a trend! watch this space). his wife, saffron, was from desert sands and they’d been dating for a While before they got married, and they’re the first to have kids of all the first-gen* scarlatinas. he’s got cotton’s love of the family and tenné’s sort of quiet offset nature, though he was pretty rowdy as a kid (he grew out of that once velvet broke his nose tho).
RAMIE AND BIRCH SCARLATINA: twins! twins! oh my god! twins!!! fraternal twins!!!
ramie is the older of the two (my friends who were w/ me when we played the RWBY ttrpg will Remember Her) and she’s. well she’s surprisingly enough like taffeta that cotton jokes that clearly she’s gone and had the wrong kid. she’s very Firm abt things and has a way of naturally corralling people to follow after her, if only because this bitch has enough common sense for herself and, like, five people. she was also voted Best Lesbian Cousin five years in a row, and she and auburn get on like a house on fire. they’re also very into PDA, don’t mind them.
birch is the younger of the two and ramie always calls them the emo one. they’re not really so much into people as they are into their crafts and their plants (their bedroom looks like a greenhouse dont mind them) and they have tenné’s nature and georgette’s focus on working all the goddamn time. they’re good company is you strike up convo in the areas they have interest in, but sometimes it’s like talking to a brick wall. ramie is very fluent in their noncommittal grunts of disinterest, though.
FIR SCARLATINA: he’s one year old. he’s a baby. idk shit.
TAFFETA SCARLATINA: here’s the bitch we’ve all been waiting for
taffeta is like georgette if georgette was somehow more like herself. whereas the other half of the family are more core to the values of the clan, taffeta’s a tribe woman, and when she wakes up in the morning her focus is always on the wider community. taffeta’s very much just a machine of intent; she farms, she builds, she repairs, she trades, she gives, she travels, she does SO much and she’s very much the face of the family at present (which is why ppl hear the name ‘scarlatina and go ‘oh god’ w/o realising the other half wont bother u even slightly djsfggjsdfh). she’s STURDY she’s FLUFFY and she has zero qualms abt putting u in a headlock if u deserve one. dont test her. that said, taffeta’s a very reasonable woman; i’ll eventually go more into that at some nebulous point in the future hdjsgfjghksfd
ASH SCARLATINA: it’s everyone’s favourite da! i’ll TRY and keep this short. ash (MUCH LIKE THE MEN SO FAR) is just. so chilled out. can everyone PLEASE be quiet. well, he didn’t used to be – ash lived in kuo kuana before meeting taffeta and had such severe anxiety abt crowds that the boy could barely put a sentence together, let alone much else, not in the scarlatina household, he’s very calm and hard to ruffle. ash really just likes to do his thing, which is everything taffeta doesn’t do; he cooks, he watches the kids, he fixes stuff in the workshop, and he’s big into photography of the family, which is where velvet gets it from! ash is basically taffeta’s counterbalance, but being with her means he’s also become pretty well known about the town (if not for. entirely the reasons you think,)
CHIFFON SCARLATINA: the eldest of ash and taffeta’s kids! chiffon is a weird one; she takes a lot after ash in that she’s pretty reserved and doesn’t let a lot bother her, and when stuff does bother her, she expresses it pretty quietly. also, unlike her cousins who are all homebodies, chiffon was the first kid to actually leave the homestead for kuo kuana to work on the docks during a biiiig overhaul and extension of the boardwalk. she wanted to get out and see the world, but human tourists really out her off the idea, so after about a year and a bit she ended up returning home where she’s stayed ever since. after taffeta retires, she’ll probably be the next face people know and relate to the name scarlatina, tbh.
VELVET SCARLATINA: do i. do i have to say anything about her. you KNOW this bitch. anyway. velvet’s got taffeta’s stubborn sense and ash’s compassion, wants to travel like chiffon, has enough determination to just keep going when it gets her down. extremely stupid. herbo energy. trans jock. has fists will punch. fluffy. fuzzy. hot. dumbass. seriously, do i have to say anything else?
SATIN SCARLATINA: it’s a baby! just kidding, she’s 11. satin is pretty young but she’s at that age where she’s tryna figure out the world for herself. she’s already shaping up to be a lot like taffeta – bold and brash and determined – and much like her older siblings, politics is already playing into her interests. satin really wants to see vale and her tribelands, but after what happened to velvet at uni, taffeta’s trying to… well, not talk her out of it, but encourage her, gently, to reconsider. it’s not working. she and chiffon get on spectacularly well, and she and velvet get on ever better.
HICKORY SCARLATINA: okay, NOW baby. well………. okay, yeah, he’s 7. hickory is a little dreamer, never really in the present. he’s super into making stuff and helping out the adults around the homestead, and he’s not really noticed enough to be infuriated like satin, so he’s got that youthful, uh, innocence, let’s say, that means right now? life is GREAT! eventually he’ll find out that no, it’s not all that great, tbh, but right now he’s a champ at feeding the rabbits, pulling up veggies, and finishing his plate. good job hickory!
AND THAT’S THE FAM (save for the inlaws). theyre great and i think abt em all the time. could u tell? could u tell, sharkie,
*so i looked up the whole ‘generations’ thing to check if i was right and it turns out both first-gen and second-gen have incompatible definitions (thanks america) but for the sake of not going nuts, all of cotton’s and taffeta’s kids r first gen and fir is second-gen. u could also argue cotton and taff are first-gen on account of being pretty young when they came to menag but honestly it’s too complicated. lets just leave it at that sdfjhgksdf
#rwby#ask#the scarlatina family#murphy's lore compendium#that's the tag for it now lmao#god this took FOREVER#subw00f3r
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"I wanna be a star!" Pt. 1: Audition
Life as a porn star was nothing like Nita expected. She thought it was all orgasms and easy money, but her company had her working hard. 2 workouts daily, heavily regulated diet, and filming everyday. The money was good though.
From day one, everything was different than she expected. When she went to sign up to a talent agency, she thought she'd be walking in to some sleazy building filled with gross old guys, not that that wouldve stopped her from moving forward with her "acting' goals. But the building she walked up to was a tall, sleek no-nonsense type place. It was all bright and shiny and everyone there looked hotttt. It was hard to tell who was an actor and who was an office worker. She walked in to speak to the receptionist, who was a sweet, bubbly young woman by the name of Lisa, and was directed up to the 7th floor. Thats were interviews were held.
In the elevator the sounds of smooth jazz filled her ears and set her at ease. "This is awesome!" She thought. In no time, she was walking out into a well furnished office. It was somwhow dark and comforting at the same time. A man sat at the desk in the middle of the room, scribbling on some papers, but the sound of the opening elevator alerted him.
"Ah! You must be Anita Paul. Come, sit down." He stood as she approached and shook her hand. "Would you like a drink?" He gestured at a glass pitcher on his desk and she nodded. Smoothly, he poured a serving into two glasses and placed one in front of her. She thanked him as she took the glass and took a sip, surprised to taste orange seltzer water.
"Good isn't it?"
"Mhm! Wow, that was super refreshing!"
"I'm glad you like it Anita. Now, lets get started. My name is Grant Downing, or Mr. Downing if you so please. Tell me, what brings you to us today?"
"Oh, well... I'm a performer. Its all I've ever wanted to do in life, be in front of a camera. But I like having fun. Being in a drama or a rom-com doesn't interest me much, they arent as fun as... Well, this."
"Interesting. Since you like being on camera so much, would you mind doing the next section while video taped? I just need to see how the camera reacts to you, see you in action, you know?"
"Oh that is absolutely no problem, Mr. Downing." Anita adjusted herself in her armchair, flipping her long, dark hair behind her ears and sitting up straighter, so her breasts poked out a bit. Meanwhile, Grant was setting up a small tripod beside his desk. A little red light began to flash, letting her know the camera was on and rolling.
"Now, I'm going to ask you a few more questions and then, I'll run you through some exercises. Sound good?"
Anita nodded and beamed at the camera.
"So Anita, have you ever had sex before?"
The question made her smile fade a bit. It was times like this that she was grateful for her dark skin, noone could see her blush, but it didn't stop her from feeling the heat riaing in her cheeks.
"No, sir." She said, quietly.
"What a surprise. A pretty girl like you, still a virgin and at 24. Why does a virgin want to be a porn star?"
" Uhm, well... I've never had sex with another person, but ive had plenty of experience with sex toys and the like. I'm a very curious person, you see. I'm also cautious, so while the opportunity has presented itself in the past, ive never done more than hand jobs and other forms of outercourse."
"Thank you for sharing Anita. Next question. What is your sexual orientation?"
Anita let out a sigh of relief at the change of topic.
"I consider myself Queer."
"So, you wouldnt mind having sex with a man or a woman, cis or otherwise?"
"Oh not at all, Ive had partners with all sorts of different identities. Nonbinary, cis woman, trans woman, etc. I do tend to lean more femme in terms of my attraction, but i have dated men and masculine folks as well."
"Good, I'm glad youre open to different things. So, how do you feel about roleplay?"
"I think I might be most excited for that! It'll give me a chance to show off my acting chops and I'll get to try something new all the time!"
"Do you have any hard limits?"
'Hmm.. Yes, i dont think I'd like to do too much with bodily fluids or anything too painful. I dont mind a little pain here and there, but I think if it were geared towards sadism and masochism, i wouldn't be into it as much."
"Noted." Grant said, reaching over and scribbling something. He glanced at his watch. "How do you feel, Anita?"
Anita paused for a moment and thought. She felt good. Really good. She was comfortable in the chair and in front if Mr. Downing. Anita wasnt a prude or anything, but she typically wasnt the most forthright when it came to sex and her body. She guessed ti was just because it was her boss... er, possible future boss, that she was tlaking to that put her at ease. Its a job for porn, there are no secrets, she thought
"I'm feeling great, Mr. Downing"
"Good. Now, I'm going to ask you to list out some of your fantasies for me. While doing this, you may begin to feel aroused and thats perfectly okay. If you want to, you can touch yourself while talking abt these fantasies, but only above the clothes. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Downing. Uhm, I geuss my biggest fantasy would be a gangbang... I love the idea of being used by multiple people at once. All those hands over my body." Anita shivered at the thought. The warmth that was once in her cheeks moved lower, to a very different part of her body.
"I also fantasize about being tied up to once of those siban things, and having to ride that for a long time, orgasm after orgasm ripping through me."
"Keep going Anita, tell me more."
By this point, she was dripping with desire, it was as though a faucet had been left on.
"Mmm. I like the idea of using a double sided dildo on someone. One side in me, the other side in them and I'm using it to fuck them. And every thrust I give them, i also feel. Sometimes in this fantasy, there's someone else behind me, hitting it from the back, thrusting in time with me." Anita had begun to rub herself over her slacks. Why did i have to dress sensibly?
"Stop." Mr. Downing barked out, and Anita immediately stopped speaking and masturbating. "Thats enough of your fantasies, thank you. The question part is now over, time for some exercises."
"Stand up with your arms out and give me a spin." Without hesitation, Anita stood and spun slowly for Mr. Downing to see her. "Anita, take your clothes off." In no time, she stood before him, her slacks and blouse, crumpled on the floor before her. As her hand began to reach for her bra, he stopped her.
"Thats more than enough. Kneel, Anita. Legs spread wide." She lowered herself to the ground, settling in the position he described.
"Now we are going to see how well you can act. Grope your breasts and moan."
Her hands began to snake up her body, grabbing and pulling at her breasts through her lacy bra.
"Mmm, Ohhh." Her nipples began to harden and poked at her hands.
"Louder! More forceful. Come on Anita, you've seen porn before."
Anita redoubled her efforts moaning more loudly.
"Unnff. Yeah! MMMM!"
"There you go! Here, take it and use it. Youve got the job if you can come in less than a minute." He handed her a thick vibrator which she gladdly accepted. Turning it on to the highest setting, she got to work and starting playing with herself, moaning wantonly the entire time. 45 seconds in, she came mindshatteringly hard.
"Welcome to the family Anita. Now, take the elevator down to the bottom floor, you'll get your onboarding papers and watch the training video there."
He helped her up and uahered her towarsa the elevator.
"But.. My clothes?"
"Oh you wont need them now" he chuckled. With a smile and a wave, he sent her on her way
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Barista!Johnny
summary: i come to this cafe often and by often i mean pretty much everyday and i know all the workers except for you cause youre new and oh youre really handsome
requested by: @sofiafabulousphan (thank u love!!)
(A/N) in all honesty,,, i dont really know how johnny would b as a barista but lets see!!! also!!! thank u so much for requesting this!!! i hope this is what youve asked for and im s o r r y if it isnt as good as youd like it to be!! but anyway !! pls send some feedback and i hope you enjoy! thank you for waiting patiently!! (also excuse my summary I Don’t Even Know Anymore) (ps, she wasn’t edited)
hm hm hm hm
where to start Ladies,,, idk where to start!! okay anyway
so you always go into this Specific cafe
like all times of the day, every day
but not twice in one day u kno???
and so u obvi know all of the workers if you go there All Of The Time
and one day you walk in while getting out your wallet
and when u look up ur all like: That’s Not Ten
but its this guy,, a really tall one too,,, and hes--
hes pretty cute--
and then without any thought you blurt out, ‘are you a new worker?’
and then u snap your mouth shut because,,,, LMAO SIS
but all he does is greet you with a smile and he shyly says yes,,, omg uwu
ad then hes just like ‘what can i get you?’ and hes s o cheery omg its adorable skfdskdjf
barista!johnny?? more like abby uwus her way through this headcannon
and so you just say your order and hes just smiling the whole time and at one point he looks up at you and then he turns red and then he asks for a name
and you say, OH right its y/n
and he just says ‘pretty name for a pretty person’
speechless is what u are LMAOOO
and hes just casually entering your order in like he didnt j u s t say that
‘your total is $3.97 please’
you just like come back to reality cause you were still speechless
and so u give him like a $5 dollar bill or whatever and tell him to keep the change and then u leave
u sit down and u Think About That for a lil
okay but johnny would be the kind of person to bring your drink to you if the customer sat down cause he doesnt want to inconvenience them
LIKE HE DOESNT WANT THEM TO STAND UP AND THEN SIT AGAIN A WHOLE SWEETHEART
so he brings your drink to you and then you get startled Cause That Has Never Happened Before
and ur just— wow i Love This Song Cafe
and so you hang around for a bit and ogle the cutie barista and u text ur bestie like: AYO B!!! I JUST MET THE CUTEST BIH EVER !!!
and you’re just tapping rapidly on your phone johnny is just questioning and wondering if you’re okay HAHAHA
then u feel that its time to go and hope that tomorrow u see him again
u see him sooner than you thought you would
cause you go out after you’ve left the cafe and it’s like what,,,, 10 PM???
and you see johnny in your apartment complex
and he lives in the same floor as you,,,
and you know this cause u arrived on the floor as he was unlocking his apartment
u kno what u did? you mf ZOOTED
ur pretty sure he didnt see you but he did
and so you wait like five seconds and before you go to your home
anyway!! you go into ur home and ur Surprised cause wow,,, the cute new barista lives a few doors away from you,,, wtf,,,,,
and u just sleep on it cause youre Too Tired u have morning classes s o
time skip to the next day!! you wake up bright and early ready to get ur coffee fix
so you just get ready and youre dreading the day caus e your bed??? comf y
when you leave your apartment, coincidentally johnny does too!! your heart !! soaring because he remembers your name!!!
‘oh y/n! i didnt know you lived here!!’ and hes just his happy self and youre wondering how he can be this happy this early in the morning
and you can’t talk,,,,,u just can’t for some reason so u just awkwardly wave at him
and then when you d o speak its like five minutes after u guys just starring at each other
‘are you headed to work? cause im on my way there to get some coffee and was wondering if you wanted to walk together?’ AND U INTERNALLY SCREAM CAUSE
where did that come from big OOF
johnny doesnt mind,,, hes just smiling and he nods at you and he gestures for you to leave first
and so u guys are in the elevator and you guys talk amongst urselves
while walking to the cafe you guys are just chatting away and laughing and getting to know each other
you guys arrive at the place and johnny opens the door for you GENTLEMAN I AM T E L L I N G YOU
and he changes quickly so he can input your order since he r emembers
and this time you wanted a cute lil mug so u can just hang around for a while
and when johnny calls you up,,, it has a heart drawn in there!! cute??? wtfdfhlsak
johnny really out here being such a cutie 👏🏼
so time skip !! few months
u and johnny always leave ur apartments at the same time and u guys walk to the cafe
he ALWAYS draws the heart in ur coffee
and you guys become : SO CLOSE LIKE U GUYS ARE BASICALLY ATTACHED AT THE HIP
people r always saying and asking if u guys are a thing and ur always blush cause PFfTTt no???
we r just friends ok sweetie keep telling urself that!
theyre always telling you ‘do u see how he looks at u!!! ur so lucky to have a mans like that!!’ and ur stuttering like
o-oh no!! we r jJUstTtT FRIENDS— but its too late to change their judgement cause they lef t
LMAOOO
and so u start to wonder if johnny likes u like that cause honestly??? u like him like that
whats there not to like???????? a whole Man
but u dont wanna tell him that cause it will probably!! ruin ur friendship!!!
CAUSE WHAT IF HE DONT LIKE U LIKE THAT!! sis just ask him and Go Home
so u keep to urself but u act normal cause ignoring him would succ so u dont do that
and the rest of the day youre in calss, you just think about johnny and your feelings that u caught
googles: how to uncatch feelings
anyway
johnny notices that you’ve been acting just a tad bit weird, like you’re always nervous or something which u r ahhahdhsjd
and then he questions u abt it during his break when u visit after classes
‘me?? actin g weird??? hahahdhjsjs’
and johnny is just skeptical but he has a surprise for u so he doesn’t pry or anything
‘well ok,,, but if you aren’t busy, you wanna go to the park with me tonight?’
‘UhHHhH sure! what time??’
‘i’ll meet you back at your apartment at 6 tonight!! bye y/n!’
and ur just like haha what happened??
but you wave him goodbye and then go home cause it’s like 4:30
and u just chill for a bit and then decide you should get ready
when its 6, johnny knocks right as the clock turns and you get Nervous
but you suck it up and then open the door!!! and there he is!! why is he so cute uwu
so then you both walk to the park and when you arrive he tells u to close ur eyes
and then u just freeze cause Why Tho
but u do it anyway cause!! it’s johnny ur bestie so u don’t really question it
you can feel his hands go to your waist to guide you and you just Blush Tomato Red and pray that he can’t see u
he does but he doesnt say anything
and when you tells you to open your eyes
you see all of these fairy lights and little paper hearts all hung up on this Big Tree
where did u get the outlet johnny this place is like in the middle of the park
and ur sqeualing because!! this for you??????
and you look at him and he’s so Shy wow cu te i--
johnny just says that he likes u a lot but he’s noticed you acting a little weird so he just says that if u don’t like him that way then its fine and that he understands and then goes into this long rant--
but then u kiss his cheek and then he shuts up
‘i like you too, johnny, i think i have for a while now’
and you’re both grinning and johnny whips out this picnic basket from behind the tree and you guys are just star gazing
and when it’s time to go home, you guys are just giggling the whole time and holding hands
this is So Soft i feel So Soft
and so next day!! you guys leave ur apartments at the same time again
and johnny is just grinning at you and you have the Hugest smile on your face
and you guys walk hand in hand to the cafe
when you two walk in, ten is shouting ’Freaking Finally!!! im pretty sure everyone was sick of watching u two pine’
johnny draws not one, but TWO hearts in ur coffee!!
and life is good
johnny: a whole Man give him love
send him love everyone
but anyway!! end!!!
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3-2
“nothing as of yet” “Only you could be worried about the ships i already shot down”
aw duel fights, anaking again weird sith lady and obiwan ofc against grevious
i love how they just fuckin kick each other. they have lightsabers and guns but they also hit. pfft. she just straight up kicked anakin in the face. nice.
3-4
“Should you really proceed without the council’s approval” padme “We do it all the time. Don’t we, Snips?” “Yep.” padme, quieter “I can’t believe they let you teach” anaking looks so smug,, pfft
3-6
“Master obiwan caused trouble? that’s a first.” “ugh” (he just Does Not want to Talk about it rip. dont make anakin talk abt it ahsoka) “Just give me the lightsaber”
“You’re lucky you didn’t get hurt” “Nothing you wouldn’t have done” ahshsjflfsj ahsoka you’re killing your master ahsoka
3-7
“If I’m not with you, who else will watch your back?” oh ahsoka she cares for her master
3-10
(anakin should go to hang out w obiwan like My wife took my padawan and i have nothing to do)
3-12
star fighting duo,, i love their red and yellow ships. “Anakin! I’m going to need help!!” yes for asking for help
yes for fighting ventrress together
3-14
“so much for not starting something” “Hey don’t look at me!” they’re so dumb i love them fighting together
did anakin just do the salute thing that obiwan does???
obiwan w the hand on anakin’s shoulder briefly,, pls
with the holding anakin back again--
didnt that thing just land on them-- okay i guess jedi are impervious to crush injuries
“We’ll take him together” “RIght.” crey
3-15
DISASTER TRIO ADVENTURE AGAIN???!! YES
anakin is so fucking dramatic and petty i love it
all black out and all wake up. fun times. theyre just Who landed the ship
“we’ll be fine. as long as we stay together” thanks obiwan, now yu’re definitely not going to stay together
rockfall seperate! a favourite trope!!
anaking he’s just asking if youre alright and didnt get crushed by the rocks,, theyre no need to be so dramatic and angsty-- ankin pls obiwan just cares---
“is it true he is the chosen one” -activate obiwan protective mode- “What do YOU know of such things??” also why does ahsoka have 2 lightsabers--
lol he just turned into a bat. that’s pretty cool yo.
oh-- this is basically the crystal cave! hm. that’s not good. and a ghost quigon talking to obiwan? weird. “I’ve trained him as well as i could” bless
oooo they’re all having visions. nice.
“I think anakin may be in trouble” ahsoka i love you
eh that was pretty cool. many troubled anakin codas could be writen after that. nice.
3-16
oh it’s still them! anakin is sleepin,, bless him
oh nice. action. “was it a nightmare” oh ahsoka. love it. and yes it was but now it’s reality.
another crash landing, nice. “I didnt think you saw it” o “it was a GIANT TOWER of COURSE i SAW IT” a
the SHOULDER stop. nice. and he didnt listen. of course.
well yeah climbing is hard work. stop being so dramatic anakin.
“you might want to check up on him” thanks bad guy, obiwan will do just that
okay that was cool. asoshka is fine now, anakin is n’t glowing any more, they’re going to head off.
3-17
continuation? whoa
they’re just chillin in their ship. “You did well anakin. how do you feel?” thanks obiwan that helps
whelp bye anakin
aw waking asokha and giving her tea,, bless obewan
“Wheres. anakin.” protective master mode activated
“Look after the ship, i’m going to find anakin” ahsokas just like well ok then bye obiwan
oh it’s literally just rots foreshadowing premonitions, cool.
“anakin. are you alright?” no definitely not, in the bad side rn, but we’ll catch up with your worried tone later
okay yeah just nake him collapse again that’s fine. you guys are worse than the angels in spn
“are you alright” yes thanks for asking again, fine now master
okay yeah just throw em away that’s fine. yknow getting thrown on the floor hurts more than you think in like real life
okay sure that’s fine. just white out and wake up on the ship. sure.
3-18
“You’re just being protective again” why yes, yes he is.
“you either Do or Die. and that’s not a risk i’m willing to share.” oh. anakin pls that’s such a good quote.
fucking incredible “I must have carbon sickness bc i could swear that’s Ahsoka” “Your eyes are fine. it’s ahsoka’s HEARING that needs helps”
also oh my GOSH this is that gifset i’ve had in my likes FOREVER. the one where obiwan just fuckin snaps his head around to listen to ahsoka and just goes “I see anakin’s new teaching method is to do as i say not as i do” fuckin savage
i also like the return of Snips as the nickname, and quite often too - i imagine in fic they must have had a talk from when possessed ahsoka said she hated the name
aw ahsoka being teensy. also that’s a very ellie and joel thing. opening the door from the other side and the mentor being grumpy. nice.
well that was fun. snakin got sucked to the roof as well bc of his mental arm pfffttt and got hismelf down while being elecetrocuted. cool.
3-19
“sorry I’m late” a “how nice of you to join us” o Anakin don’t smirk at that. don’t smirk like that at your master.
see i knew that would hit you. now youre hittign the ground again aniakin. that shit hurts you know
3-20
no-- this is not how you use grenades- you have to save them for the shield enemies-- have you never playyed unhcharted---
you cant just burn his body in lava-- okay you did it. well. at least you used the force together.
anyway this is a pretty cool episode i guess. continuation, less h/c but still good.
3-21
ahsoka and anakin mission!-- never mind they’re spitting up. sigh.
okay well this episode is called padawan lost so. i’m sure she’ll be found. also this is literally just the hunger games.
aww what a nice reunion, that was sweet
“Thank you, master.” “You’re welcome. My padawan” pls stop,, anakin and ahsoka are too cute
4-1
oh nakin got his helmet off underwater and snips got it for him just “you call for backup?” and he just “I HAD it under control snips” while he’s coughing up water still ah,, them. also “Ha! I knew you’d say that”
4-3
this water level has gone on for 3 episode so far,,,,
you can’t, electrocute someone underwater-- oh well fine. that’s just anakin’s luck isn’t it.
4-4
wow anakin’s so used to lightening that it takes quite a bit to knock him out rip
whoa will padme trade grevious for anakin? yes. probably. esp when he’s being lighteninged even when unconscious. that’s rude.
okay anakin yeah wake up just when padme pulls you into her arms. and then she helps him walk,, bless.
4-7
the duo are back! oh is this the one where obiwan fakes his death bc i know that’s coming and i am not enthused.
4-11
oh wow that was very sudden. Anger Anakin appears and obiwan tells him to CHILL basically then when ahsoka asks, obiwan admits anakin was a slave and ahsoka says she’ll keep an eye on him,, they love so much
hey dont throw obiwan around like that, he’s an old man
anakin and ahsoka duo lookin for bombs
that was fun. anakin almost fell out of the ship. always good.
4-12
anger anakin abt slaves. nice. even mentioning his mother.
“Looks like i have to rescue you again, old man.” “I knew you’d have a backup plan”
well they all got electrocuted to unconsciousness. good plan gang.
4-13
and there anakin goes getting electrified by dooku again. sigh.
“Anakin, i’m please to see you” aw even beatne down obiwan is there
that was a good mission.
4-15 ah this one is called Deception so i’m guessing it’s the deception arc where obiwan fakes his death. ouch. anger anakin is definitely going to be back.
yes ouch. that hurt.
this is just fasttrack anikan to the dark side run by killing his master
“Everyone knows how close we are. it was his reaction that sold it” this is fucking rude. but true. still very rude.
4-16
“He killed my master. My best friend.” oh dear. ouchies.
anyway chancellor palpatine is here now to continue anakin’s fast track to the darkside by killing his brother
well at least he went with ahsoka. ..how long does this arc last....
aw well at least he still cares. ha. accidently knocks anakin off then hurries off to make sure he’s okay, then chokes him out. just normal stuff.
ahsoka straight up standing over anakin soul eater maka and soul style ,,, oh my
“Obiwan is still alive” and ahsoka helps him back to the ship. good for them.
4-17
hey well THANKS for telling anakin that yoda. so useful. so great to know. nice how you all killed his master in front of him for a plan. cool. he’ll brush that off.
4-18
yep anakin’s still pissed. honestly good for him.
“Hopefully i’ll be where i always am” a “he means saving the day” ah no he means next to obiwan
obiwan watching over them from a sniper,, aw
“Mace, Anakin’s down” he’s still looking out,, crey
well that wasn’t a fyll on yell but it was a telling off. good foryou anakin. yelling at your oncedead master is fine for a bit.
oooo surprise end twist! anakin facing dooku
obiwan running to help anakin and stopping to make sure he’s alright,, but points lost for still being in disguise
4-21
anakin and ahsoka go to a diner. that’s it that’s this episode.
“Master? Anakin?” Ahsoka trying to get his attention when he’s worrying quiet :)
okay so darth maul is alive apparently
4-22
haha obiwan getting the shit beaten out of him and saved by ventress then using a red lightsaber. hilarious.
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Ok so this is really obscure, but I've had this idea for a while now, and I'd love to see you work with it? Headcanons for a time travel AU in which Peter Parker is messing with Stark Tech and gets sent back to the 1940s? He could work with Peggy Carter in the SSR to solve the case and pretend to be her little brother. Plus in 2017 Tony and Steve working together to get him back. If you think it's weird or want to skip it no worries! If not, then thank you so much, I love your headcanons!!
i love this concept so much you dont even know?? but also okay i realized abt halfway through these 2.5k+ words that this wasnt exactly what you asked for and i feel kinda bad about that but i hope you still like it all the same!! also i wanna say thank you for thinking of me for this prompt im super flattered????
- peter wasnt technically supposed to be in the 4th basement of stark tower
- technically he was on his lunch break and was supposed to be using said time to both eat and work on his spanish homework
- but he'd heard these whispers from a couple of the older interns about some of the old stuff that mr. stark had thrown down there because he never had time to finish them and peter had an idea
- see, he's been wanting to move up a bit, have mr. stark trust him a little more, and what's better then maybe taking one of his old designs and making it better and making it work
- so thats why he's in the fourth basement of stark tower, trying to remember if he's had his tetanus shot because some of this stuff is seriously Old
- and then he stumbles onto this little pyramid shaped....doohickey
- its the only thing in 4 floors of Things that doesnt have a label or a file or a crude drawing taped to the front of it so now peter is Officially Curious
- he kinda fiddles with it for a few minutes until his phone beeps with his 'hey pete youre gonna be super late getting back to work again' alarm and he about drops this thing on the floor because like everyday the alarm scares him to death
- but because hes clumsy and because hes pete he actually does drop it and everything goes black
- but everything's fine because he wakes right back up and he's pretty sure that he electrocuted himself but thats happened dozens of times so he picks himself up and brushes himself off and realizes that he may have been out longer than he thought because theres fewer boxes in the room than before and geez his head hurts
- "are you quite alright?"
- oh god he mustve hit his head harder than he thought because that looks like
- "m-miss carter, no sorry, ma'am? oh, oh god i'm so sorry that was so rude, agent? agent ma'am?"
- "this is howard's fault isnt it"
- "howard? as in....oh god oh god"
- "do you know where you are?"
- peter parker loved a lot of things and one of those things was museums and one of those museums in particular had an exhibit on a certain mr. rogers and adjacent to that exhibit was a small plaque about the woman standing in front of him and oh god he was going to hyperventilate and throw up in front of a literal legend and hero at the same time
- "remind me to kill him later. right now lets get you something warm to drink, yes? maybe some new clothes, youre looking a little singed"
- flash forward half an hour and he's sitting in front of the agent carter sipping at some terribly bitter coffee while she pursed and unpursed her lips a few times
- (annnnd time skip back to present day)
- friday: mr stark theres a woman downstairs beating on the door asking for youtony, 47 names going through his head: ...go on
- enter may parker, in her pjs, fire in her eyes, carrying on the legacy of brunette women ready to end a stark's life
- "it is ten o'clock on a school night, i've talked to ned, i've talked to mj and liz, i've talked to every corner sub shop owner, i even had a nice long chat with pepper, yet no one could tell me anything so you better have answers as to where my nephew is anthony"
- and in that moment, tony stark's life flashed before his eyes
- "hey, friday, where is the kid?"
- "peter's vitals havent been detected since 1:32pm on floor D"
- tony: fu-
- (back to pete and peggy)
- so he's quickly caught her up on the gist of whats going on (aka he told her he's from 2017 ny and hed really just like to go home) and she's taking it surprisingly well, all nodding and hmm-ing and cursing howard stark under her breath, kinda how may is when tony does like.. anything
- but now shes leading him through their super secret base and he's trying not to stare because, has he mentioned, hes literally standing next to peggy carter
- "right, well, here's your cot. if you need anything, dugan can help you. he's that one, there, with the cigar. you get some rest and i'll find howard and see if we cant get your...issue squared away. oh, and whatever you do, dont accept anything dernier tries to give you, you've already blown up once today, i dont think you can afford another"
- present day
- tony's been working through the night, a marginally-more-than-slightly disgruntled may beside him, and an even-more-than-marginally-more-than-slightly peeved happy beside her
- ("how do you lose a teenage boy, tony" happy moans to his phone when he wakes up and sees all the missed calls and texts he has)
- good news: it only took like 2 1/2 hours and three shots of espresson for tony to figure out what happened to peter
- bad news: it wasnt even a Tony Stark Exclusive Design, it was a Howard Stark One-Time Use That Was Actually A Malfunction Design, he'd had several more coffees that werent even close to being strong enough, and he had a growing black eye from the punch may landed before happy could pull her away and calm her down (maybe that last part should be in the good news column)
- "so he's just stuck in the 40s alone, then" may surmises, rubbing at the tension headache in her temples
- tony doesnt respond because at this point he needs his other eye for miracle working and depth perception
- "well, probably not alone," happy begins. "i catalogued everything in that level, and that stuff came from one of howard's london facilities, so it was probably calibrated for that time, so he's probably with-"
- tony: "hap, please dont finish that sentence"
- may: "1940s london. so he's with steve, then, safe. with captain america. okay, i can handle that."
- tony: "no, ah, a little later than capsicle, probably"
- may: "so not safe with captain america"
- happy: "safe with agent carter, more likely"
- pete and peggy
- good news: pete made it through the night without being blown up by the howling commandoes
- bad news: once howard was finally located and sobered up, he explained that he hadnt built that particular device yet, so peter was kinda stuck
- peter wasnt coping well
- "i have a spanish test tomorrow! and a trig test on friday! and i'm supposed to hang out with ned on saturday, and then may's gonna kill me when i dont show up for sunday dinner, and shes gonna kill me in general because i never checked in because holy shit i never checked in!"
- howard: peggy he's crying what do i do
- peggy: do i have to do everything myself
- she advances on peter and takes his chin in her hand, locking eyes with him: peter, you know who i am, dont you?
- he nods as best as he can
- "then you must know that i'm going to do everything in my power and then some to get you back home, dont you?"
- "yes ma'am"
- "good. go take a walk while i talk to howard, and if anyone asks, youre my american brother in for a short visit." and then she pats him on the cheek and his soul kinda ascends then and there because agent carter just patted him on the cheek AND gave him permission to tell people he's her brother
- so he goes to take his walk but the thing is when he gets anxious, he likes to fiddle with the loose legos he keeps under his bed, building and rebuilding tiny structures to help ease his nerves
- needless to say, he's an Absolute Nervous Wreck while he waits for some kind of something from peggy or howard and there arent any legos to keep him busy
- so he kind of takes that walk right on down to the lab and starts poking around because even if he is a certified nervous wreck he's also thr most inquisitive little shit that ever did walk the earth
- peggy finds him two hours later with a pair of loose fitting goggles on his forehead, his sweater sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and some . substance on his hands
- "please dont tell me youre somehow howard's long lost son too," she says, taking his appearance in
- he shakes his head as the beakers in front of him emit a puff of green smoke directly into his already scrunched up face "no ma'am; it's just that mr. stark kinda has me on desk duty and never lets me get my hands dirty so i like to take every oppurtunity i can get"
- she nods, "good, because howard needs you to describe what you remember of the device, and then you and i are going to begin the slog through the logistics of it all"
- "ooooookay"
- which is how peter parker ends up sitting across from peggy carter, the both of them scribbling extremely advanced mathematics onto yellowing sheets of paper as howard stark tinkered with some spare parts he had lying around as he tried to construct a crude rendering of the device
- peggy mostly doesnt talk, actually, she hasnt spoken since explaining that shed picked her math skills up on an assignment shed once had where she learned she actually loved numbers and then howard had been letting her do calculations for him in her free time
- peter was too impressed to respond bc from what he gathered she'd only been on that mission for six months and she didnt have much free time which meant she'd had to pick it all up FAST
- anyway, they got at that for hours, until peter cant keep his eyes open and even howard is dwindling; peggy waves them both off to bed but stays and keeps scribbling away
- they repeat that routine for 3 days
- on the 5th night, after she waves them off, peter goes to his cot and he tosses and turns for hours, listening to the commandoes play poker and crack jokes, but he cant sleep
- finally he gets up and just starts walking, anywhere his feet take him
- coincidentally, his feet take him past what he quickly realizes is peggy's room
- "peter why are you still up? is everything all right?" she asks, pulling off these big hulking glasses that made him incredibly homesick because she reminds him so much of may in that moment, big glasses on, hunched over a book in her lap, hair pulled back out of her face
- and he apologizes, but she Knows something's terribly wrong, so she gets up and ushers him away from her doorway, and leads him down a hall or two and then theyre standing in an open space, and she's looking at him like shes trying to solve one of her equations
- "do you know how to throw a punch, peter"
- " whatever youre thinking i dont think its a good idea we dont have any gear and i dont want to get hurt-"
- she shakes her head and asks again, and he finally answers with a kinda
- "'kinda' will get you hurt; watch me" and she begins to demonstrate a few slow punches and he follows her movements and tries to copy them but hes a little sloppy but its ok because she corrects him and finally theyre just standing beside one another counting out punches when she asks "whats on your mind"
- and he doesnt even hesitate he just lets loose everything, how much he misses may and how terrible he feels that he cant get in touch with her, how much he misses ned and mj and liz, how much he misses his fire escape and the deli on the corner and the buildings and then he's crying again, but she gracefully doesnt point it out
- once he's done spitting out everything thats bothering him she gets this kind of sad smile and says, "you remind me of a man i knew. he cared so much about his friends, sometimes to the point of not even worrying about himself, whuch meant he was always in some sort of trouble, as you can imagine. but he always found his way out of a problem, even if he was the one who created it." she laughs slightly then. "i guess what i'm getting at is even if i cant get you back home, even if howard cant, i believe that youll figure it out."
- "are you comparing me to captain anerica right now because i'm already crying and i dont think i can take much more" he says through sniffles, his arms slack by his sides now
- she smiles and nods, keeping her stance, and peter feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this amazing woman who immediately helped him without much of a pause and who's made sure he was okay for the past 5 days and who's up at god knows what time showing him how to throw a punch and being his borderline therapist and he just wants to give her something in return
- "im not sure if im supposed to do this, because for all i know it could tear a hole in the fabric of time and space but i really want to show you this," he begins, pulling his wallet put of his pocket.
- he flicks the little photo holders out and theres may, and theres ned and mj and liz, and theres that cat he found that one time, and theres him and tony, and there, at the bottom, is the time he officially met steve after the whole fight thing and all
- "this was taken a couple months ago; well, a couple months for me, it's decades from now, but here," and he holds out his wallet for her to see and she looks over the photo curiously before she understands and a tear slips down her cheek and she smiles the most grand smile
- "thank you, peter" and she passes the wallet back and puts her hand on his shoulder and says "i promise i'll have you home in time for sunday dinner"
- and she does
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y’all it’s been a month and i’m drunk so i’m gonna ramble
you know what FUCK HIM.
i have wasted my life focusing and obsessing over people who are not deserving of my loveliness.
Like i’m a disaster trashcan don’t get me wrong, but fuckin’....i’m worth more than people who don’t give a fuck about me.
there’s one guy right now that i’ve kinda been focused on for a lil while but I know it’s not ever going to happen so i’m just like...*shrug emoji*
but like...of all the people i’ve ever liked he’s probably the closest to someone i’d actually be happy with.
and i’ve been struggling with the whole sexual identity thing recently because honestly, i like dudes a lot more than i like the ladies - but I DEFINITELY like some ladies y’all. so like...i’m super attracted to the masculine, but I feel uncomfrotabel with that because I feel like...that’s not allowed?????
idk
Also I’m not sure how I feel about vagina...like...i don’t even like my own so how’m i supposed to like someone elses’sess?
Fuck
I have a super high libido but like I don’t have “sexual attraction” i think? unless sometimes??? fuckin...
y’all my sexuality has always been a grey space and part of that is because I’m gender fluid but my preferences don’t change with my gender so it’s like super...idk
I should not be doing a text post this far into my cups y’all.
but I got some good music and I got a Big Ass Bottle of wine (BAB) that i’m onlay like...a third thru. and I’m lookin to get CRUNK tonite.
my fucikn disliexia man. i can’t spell for SHIT anymroe.
but i dont’ have to TRY. like...ain’t no one gonna judge me for my spelling and if they do what the fuck ever man. I ain’t got no one to please but myself and I can’t fuckin’ spell.Never done been able to do so in the first place.
I just...
I’m trying to get my shit together and it’s really fuckin hard because I honestly...am not cut out for capitalism. I’m looking at alternative jobs until my dad can hire me on full time because fuckin...i don’t want to be beholden to a fuckin corporation. i just wanna chill and handle my schedule on my time. need to do banking? I can go handle that at any point in the day and not worry about how long my break is. Wanna treat myself to lunch? Fuck yeah, go to lunch and enjoy yourself bitch. Need a haircut? Just do it hunty.
I just...
I love the experience my current job has given me but i hate hte work. I don’t wan tot do it. how can I work from home and make a reliable amount of money? Maybe I start writing listicles. fuck yeah I coudl do that.
Mom gave me a super nice compliment last saturday. Apparently I write well when I’m inspired. So like...if I could do that for the rest of my life I totes would because I FUCKIN LOVE writing my thoughts out. y’all i’m so good at it too.
my glass is empty and i gotta pee...fuck...gimme a second.
...
aiight we back
fuckin...
So when I was younger my favorite bestest memories with my family were my parents and I just sitting down with a hockey game or anything paused on the fuckin tv while we just...sat and goddman...kibitzed. If that’s not a word it is now.
So in order to do the thing now I just turn my music up so I can’t ear anything else on whatever music app I’ve got while I get drunk as fuck and scroll thru the internet and shit.
I can’t fuckin read when I drink (barely can type so like...y’all if you can read this you fuckin amazing and you deserve a hug when I get to see you next) so like i’m limited. plus with the music up I don’t listen to videos I watch so...if I ever reblog a thing that the music is very bad (tm) let me know and I’ll listen to it properly because I probably did not listen.
I just...
fuck i just wanna make out with someone you know? I fuckin love kissing y’all. Kiss me all day long. I’m a fuckin sucker for it. Anyone. doesn’t matter if who you are or what your are or wahtever, I just wanna kiss you. cause like...that’s what I enjoy. no strings, no feelings (unless you want there to be). I haven’t had a proper makeout session in AGES. since I moved from c-burg. and even then that was...relatively not so great because dude could not kiss at ALL. i miss it y’all. i miss kissing so fuckin much.
And the saddest part of my whole life? i have had so few chances to kiss and make out and fuckin I spent the past four and a half years with someone who didn’t even like it.
I wasted that time when I could ahve been kissing someone who fuckin’ deserved it and wasn’t a self-centered asshole.
cause like..FUCK HIM. He fucked me the fuck over and wants to play the victim. I’m tired of trying to be chill about shit and the bigger person and not slander his fucking name because he fucked me up. I’m fucked the fuck up because of him! I am so screwed and I had some part in the failing of our relationship I don’t want to deminish that fact but frankly I was not the biggest contributer to the bad bits. Frankly I did the most to try and keep that hsit together and he did fuckin NOTHING.
I’m glad his mother lvoes him because otherwise he’s fuck out of luck y’all. Can’t even take care of his fuckin self. I mean I can’t take care of me neither but like...I’m better at it than he is.
I at least know how to run a household.
DANCE FLOOR COVER OF I’M WITH YOU HOLY SHIT OKAY MY 13YO SELF IS JUST HAVING A MOMENT OKAY???
but yeah like...i fuckin...bent over goddamn backwards for a grown ass man who couldn’t function further than a 16 yo boy and you know they ain’t got self-sufficiency. I was the younger in the relationship but I was lightyears (yes i know it’s a distance) ahead of him maturity-wise.
is it so wrong to want to be taken care of, for once? I’ve spent my whole life caring for others and caring for myself. can’t someone care for me? just occasionally. id on’t really ask for much. I honestly just want someone to be cuddly with me and care about me. Take care of me when I’m sick like I take care of them when they’re sick. not ignore me, or brush me off when I’m talking, but understand when I’m needing time to myself.
Someone to sit with me and listen to music and drink and have a good time. Watch comedy specials and fun shows that we BOTH like. or at least show some interest in finding out what I enjoy and maybe giving it a try. Do you know how many things I gave up entirely because he wouldn’t enjoy them? so many. mroe than I want to think about.
I jsut...
I changed my life for him and I can’t get what I had back for a very long time and I am so MAD. but like at the same time...fuck him, you know?
like...he doesn’t deserve any emotional energy i’m putting into this.
And...and the cats? Yeah...talking about that finally was a turning point for me. I’m still really fucked up about it but...I’ll move on. I lived so many years without anyone or anything relying on me and me not relying on anyone. I can do it again.
Shit I’ve been more comfortable since i movd out. I haven’t even really felt lonely. I just...there are some aspects of a relationship that i miss even though some of them I never had in the first place???
so i’ve been missing them since before I was in a proper relationship? I’m 27 and I haven’t had a partner who gave a shit about me, ever. I have never had anyone have a crush on me and if they have then they apparently didn’t give enough of a shit about that to bring it up. I’ve had crushes on so many people and I’m terrible with secrets so anyone I’ve had a crush on has been told.
and all of them are in happy healthy relationships. well. or halfway across the globe and I told them at the worst possible itme and I have like 0 chance because he definitely does not give a shit about me outside of frienship. but that’s fine.
it’s not but i’m going to pretend it is because...well...in some ways I’m more comfortable living in my fantasy world where i can maladaptively daydream about shit that will never happen because it’s easier.
anyway...
this has gone on for a lot longer than initially intended and i have no idea what iv’e written but i know it’s laden with typos. sorry abt that.
i love you all and you all are completely and utterly special to me. i hope you have a lovely evening/night/day and i want you to know that i care about you and your health and safety. don’t forget to drink water and get proper amounts of sleep for your situation. i love you <3
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