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harveyguilleniconodelamoda · 7 months ago

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Guillermo's Green Wedding Suit

Ever since I first saw WWDITS 4x06: The Wedding, I have been entranced by Guillermo's suit. Not just because of the way it almost seems to match Nandor's outfit better than his actual bride's dress--that's a post for another time, and possibly a different blog--but also because of how such a deceptively simple outfit manages to stand out in an episode filled to the brim with incredible outfits.

It's just a suit, right? Next to Nandor's glittering ensemble, Marwa's silver-and-gold embellished gown, Baron Afanas's scarlet robes, and the dramatic getups of every other vampire in attendance, a simple suit shouldn't really stand out! But it does, and I think the reasons can be found by taking a closer look at all the highly specific details. Because this suit in fact is not "just a suit."

There are so many small touches and elegant flourishes that make it stand out not just from the other costumes in the episode, but from every other similar suit I've been able to find. Because dear readers, this one has truly stumped me in its sheer specificity. In fact it's so specific that I have to wonder if it was made completely from the ground up for the show (as opposed to being modified from a pre-existing base garment, the way Marwa's wedding gown was). Nearly every detail seems to have been chosen carefully with both the character and the occasion in mind.

The Jacket

First, we have a double-breasted tuxedo jacket with peaked lapels. A tuxedo jacket can be single or double breasted, but a double-breasted jacket is considered more formal whereas single-breasted jackets can be formal or more casual, depending on additional details and what it's worn with.

In addition, tuxedos can have notched, shawl, or peaked lapels, though it's worth noting that for a double-breasted jacket, you'll almost always find only peaked or shawl lapels.

Peaked lapels are considered the most formal, whereas notched lapels are considered the least formal. Shawl lapels fall somewhere in the middle, lending an air of sophistication and elegance without the rigid traditionalism of the peaked lapel. For me, when I think of a shawl lapel I think of like, a wealthy and debonair antagonist in a black-and-white movie. Vincent Price staging an elaborate haunted mansion ruse just to off his wife, that sort of thing (though I think he actually wore a jacket with a notched collar for most of that film, but I digress).

The peaked lapel also tends to be very wide and takes up a significant amount of space on the chest, which can look a bit ostentatious in some cases. On Harvey, however, the wide, peaked lapel feels balanced and elegant on the double-breasted jacket. It also serves to accentuate his broad shoulders and chest, which really gives him added presence in a room where it would be all too easy for him to fade into the background with everything going on around him.

Lastly, lapels are traditionally either the same fabric as the rest of the suit, or faced with satin. In this case, it appears the lapels are the same fabric in a contrasting color, which is a sophisticated choice that pops without being overly showy.

Now on to the pockets! Generally, there are three types of suit pockets: flap, patch, and besom. There's also an optional ticket pocket, which is typically on the right slightly above the regular pocket. But this suit clearly lacks a ticket pocket, so we won't go into that here.

For the main two pockets near the waist, the patch pocket is pretty informal and would be unlikely to appear on a double-breasted tuxedo jacket. Flap pockets are more traditional and common, and besom pockets are more modern and give a sleeker overall line. Besom pockets are usually my preference for this reason, but this suit has the more common flap pockets, which I think works given the overall traditional design of the jacket in other respects.

This continues with the buttons on the jacket's sleeves. Suit jackets can have between one and four sleeve buttons, with one button being considered the most casual option, and four being the most formal. Guillermo's jacket has four buttons on the sleeves, again the most formal option. The buttons--on both the sleeves and the front of the jacket--appear to be fabric-covered shank buttons, which are a popular choice for formal wear.

So for Nandor's wedding, Guillermo has gone with the most formal and traditional options available at every turn so far. This makes sense, given this is not only a wedding, but the wedding of a very old vampire...and someone Guillermo cares a great deal about. Given how much work Guillermo puts into making Nandor's wedding perfect, it only makes sense he would want to be dressed appropriately for the occasion himself.

The fit of the jacket is impeccable as well. Notice in the photos at the top and bottom of this post, how smoothly the fabric falls over Harvey's chest and shoulders, with no bunching, gaping, or stressed seams under the arms or across the chest. The jacket's inset sleeves help with this, creating a powerful and masculine silhouette with clean lines. Note, too, how the sleeves of the jacket fall precisely where they're meant to, hitting just at the bend in the wrist and showing just a peak of the sleeve of the sweater underneath.

The Pants

When I was researching suit pants I thought for sure these would be pleated pants, but I was surprised!

Pleats on the front of men's pants are there to accommodate wider waists, rounder hips or thicker thighs, and larger posteriors. The addition of pleats helps to facilitate a comfortable fit that allows for easier movement, as well as to avoid gaping of the pockets and stress on the seams when sitting. Though the extra fabric required can create more bulk on a thin frame, pleats can actually help to maintain a cleaner, more streamlined appearance for anyone else as the wearer moves, stands, sits, bends, etc. Pleats are also generally more traditional and formal than flat front pants, to the point of even being considered old-fashioned and stodgy by today's standards. Flat front pants are considered more modern and fashionable.

What's surprising is that Harvey's suit pants appear to be flat front instead of pleated. Given how traditional and formal the jacket is, I expected the pants to follow suit (hah). But in this photo from Harvey's Instagram account, the jacket is off and you can clearly see the front of the pants, which are high-waisted and appear to have no pleats at all.

What I find impressive is the overall tailoring of the pants. Given my research on the purpose of pleats, I would expect flat front pants to present some fit issues with Harvey's curves. But these pants fit him beautifully, front and back. My guess (and my limited experience with wearing men's trousers on my curvy body does bear this out) is that the high waist--which itself is a more old-fashioned style for men's trousers that lends a vintage feel to the ensemble, especially with the jacket removed--helps to alleviate these concerns. The high waist also contributes to that vintage, classic feel that the jacket evokes.

The Color

The suit is a deep, saturated, mossy green with warm undertones. Green suits are having a moment right now, providing a welcome alternative to the traditional black or navy options. Green is part of the natural color pallet, and is a popular choice for outdoor or otherwise non-conventional weddings.

This shade looks incredible on Harvey, bringing out the golden tones in his skin while really emphasizing the warm red undertones in his hair and eyes. It's far more subtle than the bright emerald greens currently on the market, and far richer than the almost khaki army greens I could find as well. This moody, earthy color stands out while also feeling grounded against the bright backdrop of a vampire wedding, which works beautifully given how Guillermo is a grounding force for Nandor throughout the episode.

The Fabric

The suit is made of a fabric that looks to be both heavy and soft, potentially wrinkle-resistant--a highly practical choice given everything Guillermo was likely doing that day as both the best man and wedding planner. It looks too sturdy to be a ponte fabric, though ponte is ubiquitous when it comes to plus sized suiting (again, I speak from regretful experience). It's too wrinkle-free to be twill, too smooth in texture to be tweed, and in some shots seems to almost have a suede-like finish. It also looks to be much more of a winter suit than a summer one, which makes sense given the show often takes place in fall and winter.

I've scoured the internet, Laura Montgomery's Instagram, and anything else I could think of for information on what this suit is actually made of, to no avail. For now, it will remain a mystery. If you have ideas, feel free to leave them in the replies or a reblog!

The Shirt

The one place Guillermo breaks completely from tradition is in the shirt he wears with the suit. Instead of the standard tuxedo button-up and bow tie you'd expect with the exceedingly formal jacket, Guillermo wears a cream-colored turtleneck of what looks to be a light cashmere, with a ribbed collar and cuffs and no tie at all. This single departure from formality and tradition modernizes the entire ensemble and ties it more closely into Guillermo's everyday, sweater-based style. Additionally, keeping Guillermo's neck covered in a house full of unknown vampires is just practical, a great way to help avoid having to stake anyone at his Master's wedding. Speaking again of Vincent Price, the sweater reminds me of this shot:

Actually...looking at how Guillermo's hair is styled for the wedding, I now have to wonder if that was intentional. Evoking Price is certainly a great way to combine vampire-appropriate spookiness and wedding-appropriate vintage glamour at the same time! But I digress.

The texture of the sweater contrasts with the texture of the suit, adding depth and an almost cozy feel without dressing the outfit down at all. Warm, soft, cozy, earthy...Guillermo really is dressed like the personification of hearth and home, security and stability...in an episode where Nandor is marrying someone else he doesn't truly love in search of exactly that (there I go again, diving off into the symbolism).

Accessories

The Y suspenders that fasten to buttons on the inside of the waistband of the pants are more expensive and formal than clip-on suspenders, but also much sturdier and less likely to come undone. This is less wedding-specific and more a staple of Guillermo's overall style since season 3. His wardrobe has always been full of sturdy, hard-wearing pieces, but an added layer of practicality has crept in since he found he was a vampire slayer. His clothes need to be something he can move in without worry of either restriction or being tripped up, so he has incorporated little accessories that help with this. He's traded soft loafers in for sturdy boots, sweaters in (sometimes) for hard-wearing work vests, and he's added accessories such as suspenders which help keep his clothes securely in place so he doesn't have to worry about them when he's working or fighting. In this case, it's a solid choice because he could potentially have to do either one, if any of Nandor's fears about saboteurs had turned out to have any merit.

I only have one shot that shows the shoes worn with this suit, but they appear to be black leather dress loafers with a silver accent of some kind on the tongue.

I'll be honest: this is the one detail of the outfit I didn't love. I know it's done nowadays to mix metals in a single outfit, and I think it can be done well and look really beautiful in some instances. In this case, though, it kind of just looks like Guillermo grabbed his one single pair of dressy shoes without regard to how well they actually matched his outfit. But this doesn't seem to jive with the intentionality of the rest of the outfit at all. The choice of a loafer does lean into that debonair, old Hollywood glamour effect, but the silver accent clashes with everything else. With Guillermo decked out in warmth from head to toe, that pop of cold just feels like an odd choice.

This could, of course, be a character choice. It could even be meant to mirror the silver and gold accents on Marwa's dress. But looking at it purely as an outfit, I don't think the shoes work.

The gold watch, on the other hand, is a beautiful addition. It's clearly a flex of Guillermo's newfound financial stability, but it's also a beautiful piece of jewelry that sets off the warmth of the green suit. It's a touch of luxury on an otherwise understated outfit that goes very well, in my opinion.

Lastly, Guillermo appears to wear his regular, everyday glasses here. The round frames, while a bit old-fashioned generally speaking, go well with the traditional, vintage feel of the ensemble.

Affordable Options

Unfortunately the chances of getting a suit for under $100 are slim to none if you want anything that doesn't look like it came from the discount section of a Spirit Halloween, especially when you're trying to find something as specific and detailed as this.

That being said, green suits are currently very in style, so I've gathered as many options in the same vein as I could find and listed them for you here.

Green double-breasted tuxedo with velvet peak lapel - $249 from Perfect Tux (sizes up to 42 waist at regular price, +$10 for additional sizes up to 50 waist)

Men's green double-breasted suit with peak lapel - $83.65 from manswiersuit on eBay (sizes up to 52 waist available, with custom sizing offered at an additional cost)

Statement men's hunter green vested tuxedo with black trim shawl lapel - $249.99 from Karako Suits (sizes up to 52 Long)

Sand cashmere turtleneck - $199 from John Henric (sizes up to XXL)

Cashmere company turtleneck - $102 from Yoox (size 44 currently available)

All year round turtleneck sweater - $59 from Franky Fashion (sizes up to 6X, only S, XXL, XXXL, and 4X currently available)

#guillermo de la cruz #wwdits #character costumes #fashion #formal wear #menswear #men's suits #harvey guillén

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partywithoutsmiling · 3 months ago

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how bad do you consider the bigotry and intolerance ran within the trolls kingdom before WT? In canon and in your aus?

Hmmmm, canon wise? I don't think it was that extreme at all honestly. The only one who could have been called outright bigot was Barb, who didn't shy from making disparaging remarks against against any and all major genres, especially against Pop. Same for intolerance honestly.

Most negativity in the movie would be called prejudice, in my opinion, especially because most of their hang ups with each other stems fron ancient turbulent history and from the fact all the tribes became isolated from one another. Rumour gives to rumour, and stereotypes rise, and before you know it, you are unknowingly prejudiced against a whole nation of people simply because you've never had a chance to meet one and actually form any opinions yourself.

It's not like that, with bigotry; that one is prejudice that falls deep into obsessive irrationality. It's not enough that there is a group of people you formed a negative opinion about, you simply cannot stand the thought of them sharing the same breathing space as you, and this drives you to confronting them- a self proclaimed crusader, as you believe you are doing the world a favour.

This is why only Barb really fits that label. The other tribes and leaders might have some prejudices, they are aware there are different genres of music, but those concerns definitelly don't rank high enough for them to care all the time. They go about their day, living happily, concerning themselves with only their own personal worries.

When it comes to intolerance, Barb lays claim to it as well, as her beef with other music is portrayed with no small amount of digust- but Poppy herself has shown to be fairly intolerant and prejudiced as well, with her conviction that other trolls are simply mislead and confused about what music should be about. Non-malicious conviction, yet a sinister one at the same time.

Thankfully, Poppy is openminded- which is what Barb lacks (and what makes the ending so abrupt and silly, as Barb simply isnt the type of person to suddenly switch from one opinion to another so easily but I digress)

Now, in my AUs. The situation is of course more complicated XD

Barb still claims her title of the biggest bigot under the sun- especially in the Rock Beast AU- but thorough my various tidbits I wrote in responses, it's clear to say she was radicalized. The prejudices running rampart through the Rock Kingdom, Thrash's refusal to let her set foot outside Volcano City, his inability to curb her temper and discipline her properly- all that plus having negative experiences with clear mixed blood trolls while she was a child is enough to twist unsavoury opinions into obsession. Surrounding herself by like minded individuals, giving herself the sense of kinship and community only enboldened her to go along with far more radical actions, and much like a charismatic leader, she swayed the public on her side by telling them exactly what they wanted to hear.

Even in my AUs, the isolation doesn't do the Tribes any favour. While yet again intolerance and bigotry is more rampart among Rock Trolls as of present, other tribes have their own 'troublemakers' in that regard, who, realistically, won't be stoked to suddenly be expected to make friends with someone who they think is lesser.

But honestly, each tribe carries prejudice in different flavour.

For Rock Trolls, the emotion fueling it is mostly anger, with perhaps some fearful undertones. Classicals are fueled by pride and arrogance in their own. Funk is caution; the wariness of history repeating itself. Techno's come from the unknown; they were the most out of the loop, and they are the most different- they know nothing about the other tribes. Country's come mainly from sheer annoyance; the feeling of being disrespected and most importanlty from being disrupted- they live hard life and cannot afford distractions.

If Pop Tribe never got trapped and they kept their full history, the common folk would be driven by fear; similar to techno, fear of the unknown, while for the royal family, it would be fear of retaliation.

The rule of the thumb is, the bigger the city, the further away from the borders, the more prejudice and most importantly vocal prejudice can be found among the trolls living there. Naturally, the younger the generation, the more willing they are to mingle, and the closer to the borders, the more likely there is that there would happen to be some herritage mixing.

If one lives among different cultures their whole life, then unless they are outright brought up by their parents/guardians/caretaker to treat them differently, they will be far more tolerant and openminded toward the new.

Anyway, I also think lots of trolls are subcosciously prejudiced; and they are not aware that they are, until they are met face to face with the new. From there, it really just depends on who they are as a person, to see if they double down or would extend the effort to grow out of them and be better.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls fandom #ask #anon ask #rock beast au #wanderer!branch au #moonlit au

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randomingoftherandomness · 1 year ago

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That's exactly what he meant about Ziyu, everyone except everything in a blink without caring about who he was. A person can't change in a day.

As for his father he was shit as a parent you can't let your child do everything then expect that one day he will choose duty over freedom.

For Yuanzhi I still stand in my position and call him entitled. First he openly attacked Ziyu in front of the brides for no reason, he didn't show him respect when he was chosen as Zhiren (Shangjue did even if he didn't like it), he tried to bad mouth young elder Yue, he poisoned a girl and killed a housekeeper without a second thought, he put himself in danger just because he knew his brother had his back, he talked back to his brother wife.

I don't mean he is a bad person but I don't see his attitude much differently from Ziyu's. The real difference was that Ziyu was public shamed by hi father (and Yuanzhi was pleased by it) while Yuanzhi was backed up and pampered by Shangjue.

Ps. Sorry for my bad English.

Oh no, you’re cool don’t worry about it, I understood you just fine. Which is why I’m going to treat this as a query coming from a basis of good faith.

You can believe he is “entitled”, but lets just have a look at what that word actually means as per the dictionary definition

First he openly attacked Ziyu in front of the brides for no reason

Oh wow. Okay. We have only gotten this small sliver of a glimpse into their lifelong relationship with each other. Who is to say that this isn't par for the course when it comes to their interactions with each other?

I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who has complicated relationships with members of their family and every time we meet or gather, must put on a smiling face to deal with the snarky/sarcastic remarks and the occasional physical assault that is always passed off with a "I'm just joking". Not excusing anything, but my parameters for what "attacking" might be skewed here.

No apparent reason? Have you ever met anyone whose sheer existence is reason enough for you to have a distaste for them?

he didn't show him respect when he was chosen as Zhiren (Shangjue did even if he didn't like it)

Okay, I've said this in one of my previous treatises about Yuanzhi, but Yuanzhi is literally an employee for the Gong family. When you work for an entity/institution/corporation, the decisions made by upper management will trickle down to you and affect your work.

It's quite literally the worst things about working btw.

But I digress.

Let's put this out there; Ziyu was not CHOSEN to be the Zhiren, he was the ONLY ONE AVAILABLE, and therefore they had to go with him. We know he rose up to the challenge and will prove himself a capable simp to his wife Zhiren, but at the time when Yuanzhi "didn't show him respect", what was Ziyu most known for? That's right. Being a drunk who spends too much time in the whorehouse and has no wits for the family business.

Was Yuanzhi "entitled" for backing his apparently disrespect towards someone who DID NOT work for his position? Was Yuanzhi "entitled" to flaunt the fact that he IS the person everyone turns to for poisons/knowledge about cures? No. Every attitude he and Shangjue gave is backed up by their track record of service to the Gong Family.

Respect isn't given, it's earned. At that point of time, has Ziyu (bless him) done anything to be earning the respect as Zhiren? No.

Let me also remind you of the scenes where Ziyu returned Yuanzhi's hidden weapons that Shangguan Qian filched and when Yuanzhi gave Ziyu the Chuyan Chonglian meant for Shangjue after the battle with Wufeng.

Tell me. Do you remember what was the most important thing in those scenes? That's right. Respect earned by Ziyu as the Gong Family's Zhiren that Yuanzhi gives willingly. Yuanzhi literally poured him a cup of tea under the guise of not wanting to owe him a favour; Yuanzhi literally giving him the special flower he painstakingly raised to keep his brother safe. You know. The one person this crazy poison didi is a brocon for?

he tried to bad mouth young elder Yue

And after Shangjue tells him that Elder Yue is someone he has to respect, what did he do? I keep saying this about Yuanzhi but I think it bears repeating; he's young, he's egoistical, he's brash, but he's the furthest thing from stupid. And Shangjue is his moral compass.

If you are then talking about the scene where he was captured in Yu residence for snooping, bruh. Be for fucking reals here. Please meet me in the middle. The dude saw something shady going on. Didi legit heard Yun Weishan admit that she's from Wu Feng. Didi heard the admission that Elder Yue was working to collude with an agent of Wu Feng. Fam, please. I'm pretty sure you can see the bigger picture.

he poisoned a girl and killed a housekeeper without a second thought

Ok? And? Yuanzhi was brought up under a precept of rules that pretty much had no mercy and a kill-first-ask-later policy. I'm failing to see how this is entitled behaviour.

he put himself in danger just because he knew his brother had his back, he talked back to his brother wife.

Okay? And? I'm seriously failing to see how this is entitled behaviour?

Shangjue is his most precious person and obviously the one person in the show's universe that he can trust with his life and have his back. When you have someone like that that you trust so implicitly, why wouldn't you have the belief that they'll come through for you? Which Shangjue has obviously done time and time and again for him? And something Yuanzhi will do for Shangjue too?

And about the wife comment. The woman is a suspected Wu Feng agent. Him and Shangjue deadass DO NOT TRUST her. They may buy into certain aspects about her dog and pony show, but they definitely trust her about as far as they can throw her. Which is a very short distance. Is a bit of sass and snark back talking? Perhaps if you take it that way. The way I see it, Shangguan Qian is very amused by Yuanzhi's jealous little wife act and is actually very entertained. To her and her smiling wiles, Yuanzhi is worth the effort to tease and toy with. Like a cat batting at a ball of yarn.

And furthermore, who is indulging the back talking? Shangjue. The exact person who is the center of the power play.

And again, I fail to see how this is, as the literal dictionary definition, "entitled" behaviour.

You wanna talk about entitled behaviour? Let's look at Ziyu. Let me just list some closing arguments off the top of my head coz I need to go pee:

Ziyu who feels entitled to Gong Yuanzhi's help when the man from the outpost collapses in front of his carriage even though Jin Fan had protested with valid reasons

Ziyu who was entitled enough to waltz into the bride candidates hostel just to talk to Yun Weishan even though the senior maid told him she could get into trouble and he isn't allowed in there

Ziyu who felt entitled enough to start ordering people about as Zhiren even though he doesn't have the a) credentials and proven track record for leadership b) hasn't even completed the Trials of the Three Realms

I love Ziyu but if you really want to talk about "entitled" behaviour,

Also, I don't know if by "pampered by Shangjue" is also the equivalent to "letting your didi get taken off to jail where there's a chance some guard might get a little trigger happy and torture him", but wow. That's some D/S level pampering.

#my journey to you #gong yuanzhi #my journey to you meta #mjty meta #gab writes stuff

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powderblueblood · 5 months ago

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some options for the makes sense/compels me matrix:

-carolacy

-what do u think of ronance? like robin and nancy? as well as jancy/stancy?? i'm curious your take on nancy in general tbh!

-actor steve and meeeeee (that one is a joke you don't have to answer that)

-what do you think of the two college boys in alfred hitchcock's "rope" if you've watched that movie?

-eliza doolittle and professor higgins from my fair lady/pygmalion! personally i don't like the professor very much and i like ending the movie right when he tells his mother she left and she responds "yes, dear. what did you expect?"

-gregory peck and audrey hepburn in roman holiday

-nihilism vs optimism

-elizabeth munson and lacy's mom whose name i'm forgetting, mrs. doevski

-beadie, the oc from your actor steve au and her fast talking best friend

i think that's all i can think of right now

carolacy

makes sense, compels me - i am endlessly compelled by the dual end fascination that carol and lacy share with each other, carol obsessed with lacy because she's not easy to manipulate and seems to exert control over people with few if any words (stoicism makes you sexy! it also makes you terrifying), and lacy with carol because she's barbed wire in the form of a girl, so angry and so jagged yet still accepted. but they exist like this - carol is a dead end in a small town and lacy has a world of possibilities at her fingertips. lacy will squeeze carol for all she's worth, ignoring the fact that this thing between them feels like real kinship until she doesn't have to acknowledge her anymore and carol will waste time resenting lacy in public and yearning for her in private. but, of course, it isn't really that simple. you can't really put two alphas in the same enclosure together, they'll tear each other's throats out eventually. even if they love each other.

putting the rest of this under a read more because it got LONG LOL

ronance

makes sense, (kind of) doesn't compel me - so i'm willing to get annihilated for this but ronance makes sense to me mostly in the context of i know in my heart of heart of heart of hearts that nancy wheeler is a Woman Kisser. there's no way that girl is straight. her first kiss and many subsequent others was with barb holland. this i believe like absolute gospel. as far as ronance goes, i am really only interested in the way everybody else seems to think is a thought crime, and that is in its messiest form, like nancy and robin getting into a whole thing and steve feeling betrayed by it on both sides. yadda yadda yeah, they don't owe him anything, but how juicy! i think the sheer guilt of it would break robin's brain whereas nancy's kind of like... so what? which further supports my aromantic nancy wheeler agenda. but i digress.

jancy

makes sense, doesn't compel me - trauma bond hetero compliant relationship. i do think their friendship comes from a place of real and true affection though and i'd like to see more of that.

stancy

makes sense, doesn't compel me - the picture perfect guy you date before you realize you are GAY you mean??? i think nancy and steve are doing insane projections on both sides. steve with his whole six kids bullshit (my man, get a hobby) and nancy with bouncing from steve to jonathan to whatever the fuck, just trying to make something heterosexual stick.

nancy wheeler

makes sense, compels me - could not be more compelled by the ballad of nancy wheeler, frankly. that girl was simply meant to be the best investigative journalist at a mid-tier chicago newspaper, instead she's sawing off shotguns in a field. i want to crack her head open like a fucking walnut and examine it under a microscope. what is she thinking? how is she feeling? what happens when she finally completely cracks? on the one hand, i need her to get so far away from hawkins and the people she knows there, move to seattle and start listening to k.d. lang but on the other, you'll never leave hawkins alive.

actor steve and YOU!!!!!!!

makes sense, compels me, you are going to help him overthrow the tyrannical rule of jack warner of the warner brothers studio

goddamn motherfucking leopold and loeb you mean???

makes sense, compels me - now to be fair i have not seen rope in many years (but may very well watch it tonight, ty for the idea!!!) but those two little fuckers were of course obviously and explicitly gay as hell but god, the whole thing about using the ubermensch theory about proving your superiority over others by killing someone and getting away with it OH BROTHER i love the moral decrepitude of that shit! realizing now that that may also have inadvertently inspired the dynamic i created between al munson and ray doevski. feeling normal

professor higgins can eat shit and die

doesn't make sense, doesn't compel me - man i just watched my fair lady at christmas again and i really can't get on board with that guy. eliza should have killed him.

greg peck and aud hep in rom holi

makes sense, compels me - slamming my fists ON THE TABLE, god i love roman holiday. and while they're so cute together, i do kind of dig that they don't end up together because it's ultimately about ann's exploration of autonomy and having a fun girlie time. but yeah they should have kissed too

nihilism vs optimism

makes sense, compels me - i think as a notion, implicit optimism would be nice but by dent of living under late capitalism etc, it's much easier to slide into nihilism. but nihilism doesn't have to be all bad. the reframing of nothing matters 😒 to nothing matters 😃 has been revolutionary for me personally as a person living in the world. this is not a blanket dismissal on like serious issues, but it's moreso the idea that one day we will all fucking die so we might as well try to have a good time while we're here. at all costs, in fact.

elizabeth munson vs gloriana doevski

makes sense, compels me - the way i've been staring into the middle distance thinking about them so much the last while. i think ray has extremely defined boundaries when it comes to running business with al that he's never entertained the thought of holding a fucking family barbecue or anything, elizabeth and gloriana sitting in deck chairs in a stilted silence with sangria getting warm in their hands. al's more the type to be like, "let's get the family together!" and ray looks at him like he just smeared human shit on his windshield. the streams between these women do not cross, but when they do, when they see each other in the grocery store, elizabeth can't exactly understand why gloriana looks at her with this seething rage barely concealed under her curt nod. but i can tell you; it's because elizabeth has a husband that loves her (you can see it, even when al is a bombastic asshole, he loves that woman with a fervor that is real. she's not a bauble to him). gloriana is a bauble to ray, once an entry point and now just a pretty thing to parade around. part of the polish he's painstakingly created. he takes care of her well. he's never hit her. but he's never really there. and has she ever actually wanted him to be? gloriana takes the easy route and looks at elizabeth like she's trash. elizabeth looks at gloriana like, what's this chick's fucking problem. ain't we supposed to be on the same side?

beadie pike and pidge sterling

makes sense, compels me - i think what compels me the most about beadie and pidge's relationship is that beadie moves into the boarding house that they live in in hollywood fresh out of the church circuit. pidge is this trigger-happy workaholic with the substance intake of man twice her size and yet, wide-eyed beadie ends up being the wildcard of the two because she has this streak of concentrated violence and pent up aggression running through her after spending a life never being able to express herself when all she's ever wanted to do is express herself. pidge is the sound and beadie is the fury.

#powder room talk #procrastinationprincesses

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merv606 · 2 years ago

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Love virgin!Daniel losing it to Terry but... what about virgin!Terry with older Daniel? Maybe an AU where Terry is a student, and Daniel his teacher. Terry loses his virginity railing Daniel. Bonus if Daniel had to tell him how he likes it, but Terry surprises him...

“Love virgin!Daniel losing it to Terry” ….. well, pretty sure that’s canon - that was KK3 in a nutshell 😂

Even if one would argue that Terry wasn’t his first time having sex with someone, it def was with a man.

I have to admit though / never have though about a role reversal BUT since we’re on the topic.

So I’m thinking maybe first year of college and Daniel is a prof or a TA IDK- maybe early 30’s because NINY Ralph is 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Would Daniel already be Terry’s type or would Terry slowly find himself watching videos of smaller brunette twinks being destroyed by bigger tops 🤔

I’m imagining Terry looking as how TIG looked during his time on Another world as he joined the cast in 1985 and being born in 1962 put him at 21/22 when he started.

According to Another World Memories Twitter, this is what he looked like on his debut episode on February 10, 1984:

He’s 21 here!!!!! As his bday is March 18! And to think Ralph was roughly the same age in KK1 ….. (principal photography started October 31, 1983) LET THAT SINK IN!!! There was never not a massive size difference - But TIG had already had his first black belt by 18, according to WIKI, so there’s that as well. Takes a deep breathe / okay back on track.

But first:

Fun fact - that’s his Future wife 🥰 I mean we all joke about Ralph and TIG and whatever dynamic they had naturally going on creating the hot beautiful mess that is KK3 but TIG clearly has a thing for small beautiful (bratty) brunettes 😏 and we all know Ralph’s infamous - I’m just a small guy/constantly pointing out larger men energy. I honestly do not know if KK3 could be helped - if it could have been anything but what it was by the sheer fact that these men were involved. In fact, if KK3 wasn’t PG it would have been a porno probably …..

Anyway, I digress. Back to your ask now that we have visuals established.

I could see maybe Daniel being a power bottom, likes to be in control, to climb on to ride but Terry 💯 would be the first one to put him in his place - on his back, hands held above his head as he fucks in.

It’s a good thing Daniel knows how to take a cock because Terry is clumsy, a bit too eager, but Daniel knows how to move his hips and how to encourage Terry when he fucks in just right and Terry very much likes how Daniel tightens when he hits that spot.

And if Terry comes too fast, because he’s inexperienced and Daniel is just so damn tight, well he’s ready to go again in no time.

They both put in the work by the end of the night and of course now that Terry has had a taste, well, he had an addictive personality so it’s far from the last.

And Daniel always knew he was a size queen but now he’s ruined by Terry’s cock - the biggest he’s taken and Daniel does always get what he wants sooo far from the last.

Commence the Pillow princess-ification (affectionate) of one Daniel Larusso who shows Terry how to use that cock.

They both ruin each other for anyone else.

Also, Terry showing up early to class just to bend Daniel over his own desk and fuck him. He comes inside and sits there smug as hell because he knows his cum is leaking out of Daniel’s fucked out hole as he stands there teaching and maybe Daniel grimaces every so often at the feel. Daniel shots half hearted glares at the younger man but all Terry does is discreetly adjust himself and the bulge he’s still sporting.

Daniel, of course, asks Terry to stay after class, and ends up riding Terry as he sits in Daniel’s chair.

Also - just because it makes me INSANE - THE SAME FUCKING AGE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!

#ask #I got an ask 🤩#daniel larusso #terry silver #silverusso #cobra kai #karate kid #the karate kid 3 #Silverrusso

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bravevolunteer · 1 year ago

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wait wait wait if I’m not too late headcanon + fitzgerald

SEND IN HEADCANON + A WORD / PHRASE FOR A RELEVANT HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE.

jeremy fitzgerald who i have been building in my head as an npc/oc! here we go!!

quick disclaimer: given that we know literally nothing about this man, me oc-ifying him does NOT mean i'm not willing to write with versions of him. i don't have him as a by default npc either, more so applicable in interactions where it may apply and my self indulgent personal timeline stuff. also since this is a headcanon for michael... it mainly dives into the dynamic on his end. i both have thoughts about establishing jeremy as a character outside of this and this dynamic and specific events only goes for the versions of both of them in my mind palace.

jeremy fitzgerald moved to hurricane around 1985, already standing out for the sheer fact that he's one of the few who wasn't stuck in this same town his whole life ( not too far away, either from SLC or Arizona ). he quickly felt ostracized in hurricane— he's the kind of guy who ends up with a bunch of "friends" but never really anyone truly CLOSE. more so school / convenience friends, has had a few bad experiences to do with that. so when he arrives in hurricane, while he decides to reach out to as many people as he can, he figures those who are worth it will accept and those who don't... he won't pay any mind to ( he's very "do no harm but take no shit," easygoing but less overly sunshine-y, more sun coded in the way that he puts a LOT of passion into everything he does ).

he took the opportunity to try talking to michael in school ( knowing next to nothing about what the rest of the town knows and how they see michael— he seemed intimidating, but jeremy recognized a similar outcast feeling ). although jeremy gave it a few good goes, michael, unsurprisingly, shot him down VERY quickly and rudely, immediately distrusting. jeremy went okay i see why you're alone then god damn and left him be. which... michael figured would be the end of it but something deep down just bothered him.

the two of them are left with an air of antagonism for a bit— it's a small school, classes overlap, and they got off on the wrong foot. it's... basically guy who thinks this one dude is his certain enemy ( because jeremy had the audacity to Reach Out And Be Genuine About It! why would he do that! he MUST have an ulterior motive! ) and... said dude doesn't really give a fuck! which is... so stupid and hilarious of michael first of all. again, jeremy is easygoing, but he's not going to shy away from meeting the energy of michael's standoffishness either when he literally did NOTHING to deserve it ( probably called michael a little bitch to his face once LMAO ). stupid teenagers.

there is also something to be said about michael refusing to accept that offer when jeremy is new, doesn't know who he is and the way everybody's seen him, not allowing himself to risk actually forming a connection because he knows he will inevitably ruin it when jeremy Finds Out, so he lets his kneejerk reaction and worse parts win, and THAT'S why it continues to bother him deep down... it's not what he really wants it's a survival tactic, but i digress-

the first time they Really talked was at a party— michael, drunk off his ass, saw someone fucking with jeremy ( which? pisses him off?? and he decides not to unpack that! ) and walks up and shoves the offender. this starts a slapfight between them where... the offender is winning, because michael is drunk off his ass, jeremy pushes in and punches the asshole right in the jaw before dragging himself and michael off to the bathroom to sober up and stop the bleeding.

they actually end up talking normally, wow, who would have thought that was an option. jeremy, starting to realize there's a lot more to michael than what he presents, decides on giving it a second chance ( he didn't really click with anyone he's met since anyway ). jeremy drives michal home, and in a moment of gay, still slightly drunk confidence, michael wrote his number on the back of jeremy's hand before fucking right off out the car.

... to BEFRIEND him, god what were YOU thinking

what he did not account for was the heart attack that happens when Jeremy actually fucking calls that weekend to check up and he has to speed down the stairs in a desperate attempt to get to the phone before William does

from then on, they actually do slowly start hanging out— michael is still wary, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it takes a BIT for him to really hand his trust over even when they do start having civil conversations, but jeremy saw his lower points, heard what people say about him, and STILL decided to give him a chance, and michael hasn't had anyone in his corner in a really long time, he's also gay and jeremy punched someone in the face for him alright.

there's something in the simplicity of just having a real friend for the first time in a while that really affects michael—there's not much to do, really. they cut class for lunch, go to the like 3 different places they possibly could that aren't Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, get high together and pick apart movies, and for just a little bit, michael actually feels NORMAL. this is happening around the time where michael ends up alone with william, where everything has spiraled even further, his friendship with jeremy becomes the only ANCHOR he really has during this incredibly low period at home. michael ends up admiring jeremy's passion, the way he guards himself while still managing to keep so much more hope in the world than he has, he is a source of light that michael so desperately needed at this point, totally heterosexual ways to talk about your buddy.

as for how they got together ( yeah if you haven't gotten the memo yet, gay people in my mind ), it was more of a PROCESS than one confession moment. BOTH of them are closeted, they're both afraid of abandonment, they just steadily grow in this affection that toes the line between platonic and romantic for a while. jeremy is better at verbal communication than michael, but there is NOT a lot of it for awhile ( even after they kiss, stupids ). i don't have specific circumstances yet just... turn up the yearning homoerotic friendship very clearly dating before they even say it idiots to lovers vibe up to 100%.

at some point, michael pulls a "move away with me," wanting to just finally get the fuck out of hurricane with the only person he cares about there— jeremy wants to, but he's reluctant to leave his family ( which i haven't gotten into here but he's been helping with financial issues ). he agrees under the condition that they wait a bit to plan things out and make sure jeremy's family will be okay without him... and in comes his job at the restaurant. michael is NOT a fan, but it was easy to secure, william shouldn't have been as involved in this location, and nothing sinister seemed to be going on for a while... until jeremy was transferred to the security guard position.

... this is too long for me to get into the fucking bite of 87 and the couple options i have for what happens ( spoiler! none of them end well even if he lives! ) but... it's another MONUMENTAL loss for michael. it's not only losing another person in his life, but someone who he opened himself up to, someone he found solace in, someone who was able to see the worst parts of him and loved him anyone, who michael STILL pulled into his destruction. it's the inherent tragedy of jeremy, who carried himself with so much PASSION and should have had a bright future ahead of him, having that ripped away.

jeremy becomes someone that michael mourns for the rest of his life along with the others— when he blurts out the last name 'fitzgerald' as a fake name, it's... while something he's long accepted by then, a reflection of how he really would have stayed with him if they were ever given the chance.

#good fucking god hi. are you happy you encouraged this DFHGDHF #the way i could KEEP talking about more specific/sillier dynamic details #but i had to get through both the establishing and tragic end summaries first and suddenly its an essay HFDGHF #also. again him as an individual i have thoughts UGH.#not my fault i'm always on my 'give michael a bf' agenda and the fandom holds these two up like barbies #⁂ ･ﾟ: none of us belong‚ everything i do is wrong‚ and soon there will be nobody left around ➛ headcanons #braveburned

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vvelegrin · 1 year ago

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kind of thinking... my main project i've worked on for a long time now has been a 'practice novel' with characters and etc that have been knocking around in here for a very long time. practice novel in that i am giving myself no expectations outside of finishing the damned thing, no obligation to do anything with it, just a proof of concept and a chance to practice the process.

unfortunately, i am terminally worldbuilding-brained. but what that has more practically come out to is that i get stuck in rabbit holes and get overwhelmed by the sheer amount that there is. endless complexity. it's fun! hours are spent on things that will probably not show up anywhere but i like the ideas, and then i don't get any writing done ever lmao.

but i've ended up getting sucked into several fanfiction projects recently and, while i do have to streamline my general workflow (which involves too much of being an overwhelmed freak about everything, but i digress), the compulsion to engage in worldbuilding and the subsequent crippling and ultimately-unproductive obsession is completely eliminated and i can actually write?

I don't know what this Means exactly, apart from the fact that i obviously need to adjust my approach to my original stuff. one piece, but not the whole thing, is that i think i need to do smaller projects. my tentative rule for myself is to make a checklist of worldbuilding concepts that i'd like to flesh out meaningfully, and instead of endless research and notes, i have to write a small piece that incorporates it. or whatever.

anyway that's how i ended up in the throes of a pathologic/ai: the somnium files crossover. what's fun about that is that i'm not the first person to do that crossover!

#i also need to read more #i've been having a lot of trouble reading recently but need to trick myself back into it and just brute force through it #maybe a reread of something that's easy #queen's thief or ender's game just to break the ice and solidify the habit again #but god i've been so tired #also maybe trying some other formats like short scripts and comics #prattling about the self #velegrin's writing #trying to be brave and post more actual stuff LMAO

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 1 year ago

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (470): Fri 30th Jun 2023

34 years old. Holy titty bollocks how did this happen? Feels like only yesterday when I was at school…actually that was yesterday because I snuck back into my old school to smear dog shit all over my old history teachers classroom wall to get back at him for the time that he shouted at me in front of the entire class…even though said history teacher doesn’t work there anymore…and died seven years ago…but I digress. I was a bit kissed off because I still had to go into work today which is b-to-the-ullshit! Everyone should get their birthday off even if it’s a surgeon who’s the only person in the world capable of performing a life saving operation on a small child and who lives in a flat over the road from the hospital, that guy should still get the day off. Luckily the day went by quite quickly and without incident so I can’t really complain. Plus I got a lot of nice birthday messages on my Facebook and Instagram except the one my old nemesis Kevin Craggs keeps sending me every year and every year I have to explain to him that there is no such thing as a “birthday dick pic”. Just because you’ve written “Happy Birthday Anthony” on your penis doesn’t make it any less of a sex crime (well I assume that’s what he was trying to write in his cock but because it’s so tiny he ran out of room after “Hap”. Wow thirty four whole years old. When I turned 28 I officially outlived Jim Morrison and now at 34 I have outlived Jesus. The next milestone won’t be until I hit 68 when I will have outlived both Jim Morrison and Jesus put together. Thirty three wasn’t a bad old year: I started my favourite every job, went to LA, WrestleMania and saw the LA Lakers. Despite it being a very good year it was also a very shit year too, mainly due to the cold weather and my sheer laziness and lack of willingness to pursue new hobbies. I plan on rectifying both these things in the next year however. When the shitty weather comes around again I’m going to try and get away to somewhere nice and sunny. Also the fact that I’ve started taking anti anxiety drugs means that hopefully I should have more enthusiasm and desire to try new things and not sit around watching the same YouTube videos all the time. Year 33 will be hard to top but tomorrow I’m going to London to see Iggy Pop, then in a few weeks I will be taking my annual trip to the Edinburgh Festival, then back to London for the Devo concert with my good old Dad and finally back to London one last time to attend AEW All In! I’m about to play with fire right now because any time I write about targets I want to set myself for the forthcoming year I normally fail spectacular but who know maybe this year I’ll succeed. To be honest the two main things on my mind that NEED to be completed this year are to get down to 12 stone and to finish reading the remaining winners of the Edgar Award for best novel. As long as I manage to tick those off the bucket list I’ll already consider year 34 well spent before it’s even over. If I had to select one big item on the list that I hope to be crossed off it would be to go to the Royal Rumble but as of this moment it’s unknown where the show will be taking place but it would be ideal for me if they held it in New Orleans because I’ve always wanted to go there too. Year 33 you were great but I know I can do better. Year 34: Let’s rock!

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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haleigh-sloth · 3 years ago

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Do you think hori got more and more vague with endeavor’s physical abuse as the story went on? Like I think an anon said, the most graphic abusive scene we got from him was that one page with todoroki puking and a smack sound effect indicating that endeavor slapped rei off page.

Much later on in chapter 302, I think, when he realized dabi was still training in secret, we see rei on the ground cradling her face and todoroki crying and shouting at endeavor to not “bully mom”. Some endeavor stans say he didn’t hit her but rather that she and shouto were napping and endeavor just came in and started verbally bashing her and rei was just hiding her face because she was scared or something.

The thing is, hori had no problem with explicitly showing shigaraki’s dad slapping and beating the shit out of tomura with a gardening tool, in the face at that, so why is he so vague with endeavor? And especially with rei. We also have yet to see what was going down in todoroki’s private training sessions. What happened that made him puke when he was five? We saw once endeavor holding a kendo bamboo blade, what did he do with it? Attack his son?

I might be exaggerating, but if his physical abuse was more clearly shown, some endeavor delulus wounds exist. Cause, for example, if we hadn’t seen tomura’s dad hitting him in the face with full force, and it was only hinted at, I bet there would be some fans saying that tomura’s abuse wasn’t that bad and his dad kept trying to dissuade him form his hero dream cause at that point it seemed as he most likely didn’t have a quirk.

*sweats nervously*

Well, yes. But also not really?

CW: Abuse

So—here’s one thing we all need to understand and begrudgingly accept:

Endeavor was retconned.

He was retconned in the sense that his M.O. was backpedaled. When he’s first introduced we are shown that he’s this physically abusive piece of shit who beats his wife and his kids, and has almost no redeeming qualities. And we're led to believe that the entire. fucking. series, but at the same time it's becoming obvious that he's going to be this redeemable person, and that he's slowly coming to terms with what he did and that he is going to have to face his past actions. Which honestly could have worked fine----until the Todofam chapters threw a wrench into that shit. THEN we're suddenly shown that Endeavor actually wasn't this violent, physically abusive piece of shit, but in fact only escalated to get that bad because of his spiraling son and him not being able to face the damage he'd already caused. Basically, the author went back and made it to where his violent actions toward his wife and kid were a reaction to a stressor (Touya's mental health), instead of just leaving him as this abusive piece of shit that he was originally introduced as, making him shoulder less blame--making him less guilty. We were still shown that he was an abusive person toward his oldest son, but it was kind of a big shock to see that he actually managed to have a strong bond with one of his kids in the first place, because as I said--most of the series we're shown Shouto and Natsuo hating him, Rei being terrified of him visiting the hospital, and Fuyumi acknowledging the tension in the house when he was incredibly angry after AM's retirement. All things that happen when you're an abusive POS to your family and they're scared of you or blame you. So seeing him have a son who craved his attention so much to the point that it killed him was kind of a shock. ALTHOUGH, I have to agree with this anon here and say that making it this way does add a certain element of sheer sadness to it. But I digress.

The thing about the retcon is that no amount of backpedaling can erase this

And because THIS ^^^ is canon and undeniably HAPPENED, we are only able to assume that it started here ⬇️⬇️

Endeavor was violent and physically abusive toward his wife. It wasn’t like that from the beginning, but it has to start somewhere. This is the starting point ^^^. This was the breaking point, Touya kept getting burned, and Endeavor lost it on Rei. And I am tired of explaining E-stans away. You don't draw two small children covering their ears and hiding in a different room while listening to the horror of your parents and baby sibling screaming at each other unless you're trying to convey the horror of that situation to readers. I don't consume bad takes so I just recommend that you stay away from them as well. Saves a lot of stress.

People can say what they want, but Endeavor's abuse was not vague. I wouldn't consider the physical aspect of it to be vague either. I think that's just the beauty of the retcon. He wasn't physically abusive from the START, but that doesn't erase the fact that he became physically abusive. But we DO know that from the time Touya's potential disappeared, Endeavor started abusing his family.

Emotionally at first, then it became physical.

The thing you gotta ask yourself is, what is the purpose of this retcon? In my opinion, Hori could have still redeemed Endeavor without retconning him. Not everybody would have liked it, but you can't please everybody. That's just a fact. The retcon wasn't necessary to redeem Endeavor. So in my opinion, and I say this with caution, I think Hori retconned Endeavor to make it more acceptable to integrate him back into the family. Or at least imply it. I think that's the ending Horikoshi is going toward. Not a fan of it, but.....look at the writing. It's got wish fulfillment written all over it. It's not gonna make people happy, but at the end of the day, it's not anybody's story but Horikoshi's. He can do what he wants with it. But no amount of retconning can erase the cold, hard truth:

Now as for Shigaraki's situation being so cut and dry without any vagueness--

Look, I would bet money that Horikoshi has had Shigaraki's story planned out for years. His entire arc is central to everything that BNHA is about. All of BNHA's themes, messages, conflicts, and answers lie in Shigaraki's story. Shigaraki is the best written character in this story for a reason. There's no retconning, and he has been carefully written with, in my opinion, no flaws in his story.

The reason he didn't have a problem showing how horrible it got with Shigaraki is because of those reasons I listed above. His story is the heart of BNHA and Horikoshi isn't gonna sugar coat or hide the tragedy in the story's central arc. Otherwise....the entire story just starts to fall apart and not make sense. You don't know what to believe. It becomes too hard to follow and unenjoyable.

Basically what I'm saying (assuming) is: Shigaraki's story is something Hori has never questioned himself about. He knew where he was going with it, and how. That's why there's none of this vagueness or sugar coating in his arc.

His arc is delivering everything BNHA is about to the readers.

#bnha #bnha asks #anonymous #cw abuse #todofam #todoroki siblings #todoroki touya #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #abuse #bnha meta #mha meta

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kids and car rides 2 -feysand

AN: well, you guys liked the one-shot, so here’s a part 2! this is five thousand words of plotless fluff- hope you like it! if you didn’t read it, here is part one

part three

Rhys had known he was screwed from the very beginning.

It was those damn eyes. It had to be.

From the first comment Feyre Archeron had made in Literature, Rhys had been hooked. Maybe it was the tone in which she spoke the words, almost as if she expected someone to disagree with her even -though what she was saying was brilliant- but Rhys was pretty sure it was the paint stains she always seemed to carry around all over her body, no matter the time of day.

Gods, all he had wanted to do was brush a finger over a paint-stained strand of hair when she had been in his car earlier. Yep, because Rhys had somehow convinced the brunette to let him drive her home. He was still reeling.

Rhys shook his head, running a hand quickly over his face before focusing back on the road in front of him. Soon enough he was pulling into the student parking lot in front of the high school, immediately spotting Cassian and Azriel standing by Cassian’s truck.

Rhys scowled at them before turning off the engine and stalking over to them. He still wasn’t quite over them leaving Thebe out of his sight. But of course, Feyre had been there to find her. And just like that, his thoughts returned to the grey-eyed girl.

His friends fell into step beside him as they walked through the school in silence, still tired due to the early morning. He wasn’t sure whose brilliant idea it was to have football practice before and after school, but Rhys was still bitter about it.

“So,” Cassian snickered. “Did Rhysie have an interesting night?” Rhys shoved him, glaring through violet eyes at Cassian’s shit-eating grin and Azriel’s small smile.

“Shut the hell up, Cassian.”

“I think it’s a fair ask. You finally got the girl to spend some time alone with you and you’re telling me it didn’t go well?” Rhys rolled his eyes, arriving in the locker room.

“Keep your voice down.”

“Oh calm down, Rhys. It’s six in the morning- there’s no one else here.”

“Still,” Rhys insisted. He didn’t know what was going on with him and Feyre, but he doubted she wanted anything about them to start circling around the school. Especially when she was still dating Tamlin Hybern.

Rhys scowled into his locker. How could a girl like Feyre be dating a prick like Tamlin Hybern?

It didn’t matter, Rhys reminded himself. Because Feyre didn’t seem interested in him. So why should he even broach the thought of a relationship between them?

But his thoughts dissipated, quickly replaced with a small smile as he pulled his jacket out of his bag. She had only worn it for a few minutes, but the scent of Feyre Archeron had clung to his jacket like glue. Pears and lilac. Gods, Rhys could get drunk off of it.

“Dude,” Az’s voice rang through the almost empty locker room. “You coming?”

Rhys closed his locker, leaving his jacket inside along with the feelings for a girl who would never return them.

“Yeah.”

Practice was uneventful, his eyes constantly dragging to the empty bleachers, expecting to see- he didn’t really know what. Rhys had showered quickly, shoving himself out of the locker room as students began arriving and walking to their classes.

He was walking to calculus, already dreading what the old man had in store for his students when he passed the art room. Rhys shook his head. There was no way she was here this early. Why would she be?

But he couldn’t help it. So Rhys poked his head through the opened door of the art room, almost dropping the cellphone in his hand when he indeed saw the figure of Feyre Archeron hunched over in front of an aisle.

His heart was in his throat as he gazed at the girl in front of him. She wore a frown, clearly frustrated with whatever was going on in the painting in front of her and the sight brought a small quirk to his lips. Feyre had the tip of a paintbrush between her teeth and she seemed to be mumbling something to herself. Her hair was pulled into some type of knot in her head, also held together with a paintbrush, this one with a small bit of paint on it that was already falling into her hair. Not to mention the smear of yellow paint already on her cheek.

Rhys was full-blown grinning now as he shook his head.

He was shocked out of his staring by a strong hand clapping his shoulder. He recognized it as Cassian’s.

“Dude, you are so screwed.”

Yeah. Yeah, he was.

He saw her again after lunch. Feyre was back in the empty art studio, her brows drawn together as she examined the painting that now looked like a night sky. Rhys was sometimes taken aback by how talented she was.

If only he had the chance to tell her.

Rhys could practically hear Cassian’s voice in his head telling him to do it, so he did. With a light knock on the open door, he walked into the art studio. He couldn’t help but feel out of place with his clunky football gear around the beautiful paintings.

Feyre had jerked up as soon as he had knocked, the paintbrush flying out of her hand as it went to her chest.

“Hell, Rhys! You scared me.” Her gray eyes hardened as she took him in and Rhys couldn’t contain the grin on his face as he pulled up a chair and straddled it.

“Well, that was clearly my intention, darling. What fun would I be if I walked in like a normal person?” Feyre rolled her eyes, regaining her paintbrush and turning back to the canvas as if he weren’t there.

“I wonder, do things like that sound funnier in your head?” she arched a brow. For a moment Rhys was taken up in how simply beautiful she was. She looked like something out of a Disney movie with her big blue eyes and golden brown hair. Rhys was such a sucker for it.

“Aw, come on. We both know I’m funny.”

“Funny looking,” Feyre snorted. Gods, that was cute.

“I think we both know how you feel about my looks, darling.” His jab was rewarded with a pretty blush on Feyre’s cheeks that suited her a little too well. Finally, she placed her brush down and turned fully toward him.

“Is there a reason you’re here? Or have you just come to annoy me?” Rhys grinned, leaning his head on his hands.

“The latter obviously.” At her lack of facial expression, Rhys sighed. “Alright, I digress. I came here with an ulterior motive.”

Feyre arched a brow. “And that is?”

“To schedule my first study session,” Rhys blurted, thinking on his feet. The girl in front of him scoffed, twirling a piece of hair around her finger, and Rhys was struck with the raging desire to twirl it himself. It was sheer self-control that kept him in his chair. Because Feyre didn’t see him like that. No matter how much he wished she would.

“Sorry to tell you, but this isn’t the library.”

“That may be true. But my tutor’s here. I’m staring right after.” Feyre’s open-mouthed response was cut off by the bell ringing and Rhys cursed silently.

“Look, Rhys. I would if I could. But I’m honestly just too busy. This project isn’t working and the deadline is coming up. I’m sorry.” Feyre hauled her backpack over her shoulder and turned to leave the room before Rhys’s arm was shooting out to catch her wrist.

“Wait!” His hand dropped her wrist as she whipped her head back to him and Rhys swallowed. “Come on, go over notes with me for… twenty minutes. Then you can finish your project. I’ll even help you.” Feyre’s eyes flashed gray-blue.

“And how, pray tell-do you intend to do that?”

“By giving you inspiration of course,” he smirked, and the no-doubt accidental smile that broke on Feyre’s lips could have fueled his soul if he was the last man on earth. He shrugged, as if unaffected by the gorgeous smile on her face. “I’d say I’m pretty inspiring.”

Feyre watched him before shaking her head as if shaking thoughts out of her head. “You’re definitely something Rhysand.” She cleared her throat. “Fine. Meet me in the library. Three o’clock. Don’t be late. Have your study material ready and we’ll study. For twenty minutes.”

Rhys bet his smile was blinding as Feyre walked out of the room and down the hallway. He watched her in silent awe. But she had said yes.

Rhys wasn’t even a little embarrassed by the fact that he pumped his fist in the air when he knew she was too far to see him. She was going to study with him.

For a class, he didn’t take.

Shit.

Rhys cursed, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing the recently used number.

“Rhys?”

“Az, you take European Art right?”

“Uh… yeah? Why?”

“Please tell me you have some sort of notes for the class.” There was a sigh on the other end of the line.

“This is for Feyre isn’t it?”

“Will you just answer the question?” Azriel huffed.

“Alright, fine. There’s a blue notebook in my locker- it’s for art. Anything in there should work for study material. Stay away from the back, though. Those are too detailed. Feyre would never believe they’re yours.”

Rhys grinned, ignoring the jab, and thanked Azriel. After sprinting to his friend’s locker and acquiring his notebook, Rhys was strutting back down the hall, a satisfying feeling in his stomach.

She had said yes.

How Coach had actually ended up letting Rhys skip practice to study was beyond him. He had an inkling sensation that it had something to do with Cassian muttering something about a girl to him. Coach had simply rolled his eyes and given him a bi.

And that was how Rhys arrived in the library fifteen minutes to three. He hid behind one of the higher shelves, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans and praying to the Gods that he didn’t mess this up.

Rhys had poured over the detailed notes in Azriel’s journal, thanking the Gods that he had a best friend who was so organized. The class seemed relatively simple, nothing much for him to worry about. He just hoped Feyre wouldn’t think he was stupid for asking the questions he would have to make up. Not lying in the first place really would have been the way to go. But it was much too late for that now.

Twenty minutes. That was all he had. He sincerely doubted that Feyre Archeron would spend more time with him than was necessary. And yet he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

As if hearing his thoughts about her, Feyre, in all her glory, walked into the library at that moment, a phone held in between her ear and shoulder. A small pout was on her face as she shook her head, ignoring the looks of the librarian who clearly pointed to the sign saying phones weren’t allowed.

“It’s not like that Nes…” she was saying as she passed by the bookshelf he was hiding behind. She clearly hadn’t seen him. “We’re just studying. He asked for help and he drove me home last Friday. It’s the least I could do.” The voice on the other end of the line bit something back and Feyre’s cheeks turned bright pink. “Gods! No, that is definitely not what’s happening. Besides, you know I’m going to end it. Nesta, would you please calm down? Look, he’s gonna get here soon, I gotta go.” Feyre rolled her eyes at the person’s response. “Yes, mom, I’ll be careful. Love you too. Bye.”

Rhys was slightly surprised that Feyre felt she needed to be careful around him. The prospect of anything that would even remotely hurt her caused his stomach to tumble uncomfortably.

But he steeled himself and walked over to Feyre who was already sitting at a table at the back of the library, textbooks open. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly when she noticed him before returning to their usual indifference.

“Ready to do this, Archeron?” Rhys wasn’t prepared for the wicked grin Feyre shot him.

“I think I’m supposed to be asking you that. Bring it on, Knight.”

The study session consisted of alternating between watching Feyre ramble through intricate art details and attempting not to be intoxicated by her perfume. Rhys seemed unable to do either without realizing how truly enthralled he was with the girl.

Feyre looked beautiful when she talked about art, and Rhys quickly realized he only needed to ask a simple question to send her on a factual tangent. But he didn’t mind. Her cheeks gained a pretty blush and her eyes twinkled with each sentence.

Yeah, Rhys could watch her forever.

But the buzzing of his phone alerted him that he and Feyre had ‘studied’ for much longer than twenty minutes, and it was time for him to pick Thebe up from the elementary school.

“Any other questions?” Feyre asked, without noticing his phone.

“You ready to go?” She started in place as she finally turned from her textbook.

“What?”

“If you didn’t notice, our twenty minutes ended a while ago, darling.” Feyre scowled at the nickname but Rhys continued. “And it’s time for my end of the deal.”

“Your… what?”

“I told you I would help you with your art project. So let’s go. I have to pick up Thebe, but if you want, you can come home with us, and we can try to figure your project out.”

Feyre smiled at the mention of his little sister and Rhys’s heart did a little relay in his chest. But Feyre shook her head, packing up her bag.

“Thanks, but I don’t know how you could help. It’s a mental thing and I… should figure it out on my own.”

“Come on, Feyre. Are we gonna do this again? Just let me try. Besides, Thebe misses you.” Rhys was smirking the moment he saw Feyre’s resolve crack.

“Fine. I’ll do it for Thebe.”

“Feyre!” Rhys almost frowned at the excitement in his little sister’s voice as she jumped into the back of his car. She had never greeted him like that.

“Hey, no hello for your big brother?” Thebe stuck her tongue out at him in the rearview mirror and Feyre choked out a laugh from beside him.

“Of course not. Because you aren’t her game buddy, now are you? Right Thebe?”

“Right!” Feyre smirked in triumph as Rhys gaped at her. But he couldn’t even be offended if the sickly sweet feeling in his stomach was any indication. Rhys had been amazed from the beginning with how good Feyre was with Thebe. She had always been a good kid, but recently Thebe had been on a rebellious streak.

But the little girl seemed to have a weak spot for Feyre Archeron. Rhys couldn’t say he blamed her. So as Feyre reached over and turned on the stereo in his car without his permission and smiled at him when he looked at her, he decided he would be okay with being whatever Feyre wanted to be. Because he didn’t know if he could live without being able to see that smile.

The ride to his house was silent and content, Feyre smiling at Thebe in the rearview mirror as she kicked her feet to the tune of whatever song was playing. The second he pulled into their driveway Thebe was out of the car and sprinting to the front door. After a kind scolding from Feyre about running away from her brother, Rhys unlocked the front door and led the two girls in.

He could already smell his mothers cooking on the stove and sweet, melodic music flowed through the house. He gazed at Feyre as she looked around, a small smile on his face.

He was so screwed.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Before Feyre could reply, Rhys was walking to the kitchen mumbling, “I’ll get you a water,” and leaving her with Thebe.

“Rhysand,” his mother hissed the second he crossed the threshold into the kitchen. She was in front of the stove holding a wooden spoon. “Is that a girl out there?” Rhys scratched the back of his burning neck.

“It is.” He was rewarded with a smack to the back of his head. “And why exactly have I not had an introduction?”

“It’s her first time over here, Mom. I don’t want to freak Feyre out.”

“FEYRE?” Rhys winced as soon as he realized his mistake. “The one you and the boys talk about all the time?” He almost laughed at the resemblance between her and Thebe, but he was too busy blushing down to his toes.

“Yes, now can I please go back out there? There’s a good chance she ran away.” His mother rolled her eyes.

“Rhysand Knight, you bring that girl in here right now and introduce me to her. If she’s anything like Thebe tells me then something tells me we’ll get along just fine.”

“Mom-” the look she shot him demanded he keep his mouth shut and do what she said. So Rhys walked back out the living room where Thebe was coloring something on a bright orange piece of paper. She was speaking to Feyre, her hands moving in all directions as Feyre watched her, nodding along in understanding. There was no way she understood what Thebe was saying.

Feyre’s gaze snapped up as he walked into the room. “What’s up?”

“Uh, my mom wants to meet you. Is that okay?” Rhys was ready to start rambling before Feyre stood up and walked over to him.

“Sure thing. I’d love to meet the woman who raised my favorite Knight. I’m talking about Thebe, by the way.” Rhys rolled his eyes, shooting her a small grin.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go Archeron.” Rhys lightly pushed the small of her back forward and they walked side by side back to the kitchen where his mother now held a knife. Feyre’s laid back demeanor quickly diminished as she gazed at the older woman and Rhys had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.

“Feyre,” Rhys said through a laugh. “This is my mom. Mom, this is Feyre. She’s here for some inspiration.”

Whatever Rhys had expected to happen was thrown to hell as his mother surged forward and enveloped Feyre in a hug. In a short bit of hesitation, Feyre hugged her back and smiled.

“It’s so nice to meet you, dear. I’ve heard so much about you- from both of my children, surprisingly. Although Rhysand didn’t tell me how beautiful you were!”

“MOM!”

Feyre was blushing up to her roots but she smiled back nonetheless.

“It’s so nice to meet you Mrs. Archeron. Your house is beautiful. And your children saved my life last Friday at the football game. Quite the athlete you’ve got here by the way.” Rhys frowned.

“I didn’t know you watched the game.”

“Oh, I didn’t,” she said, turning to him and shooting him a sly smirk. “I was talking about Thebe. She’s pretty fast.” His mother laughed as Rhys rolled his eyes. “I knew I would like you. And I suppose I have you to thank that I have my daughter here today?” Feyre shook her head, accepting the water bottle his mother offered her.

“I didn’t do much. It was a right place, right time sort of thing. Besides, I think we all run away when we’re children. I’m just glad she’s okay. She’s just a kid- I’m sure she’ll learn not to run off eventually.”

“I hope so,” Rhys and his mother echoed at the same time. Feyre looked between the two, a small smile growing on her face as she reached into her backpack and pulled out a pen and a pencil. Rhys shot her a questioning look but she simply shook her head, letting him know that she was in no rush to stress about her project.

“So, Feyre.” His mother had returned to her chopping board and was cutting some carrots. He crossed the counter and pulled out a cutting board for himself and began to help her, catching Feyre’s eye in the process. The smile he shot her was one of pure happiness, and if he had known her better, he would’ve guessed the one she returned was the same. “Rhysand tells me you’re an artist.”

Feyre laughed a little. “Artist'' is a broad term. But, yes, I paint. And draw sometimes too. Your son would know, since tearing me away from my work seems to be his favorite hobby.” Rhys would have paled if not for the twinkle of amusement in Feyre’s eye and he flicked a droplet of water at her, causing her to reach over and pinch his side.

Rhys yelped, and Feyre’s smile turned positively wicked.

“Are you…? Are you ticklish?” Rhys squawked in offense.

“I am not!”

“You are too,” his mother and Thebe’s voices harmonized together. The little girl had wandered into the kitchen not long ago and was sitting on the bar stool next to Feyre, holding her own colorful crayons and paper.

“Wow,” Feyre mused from across the table. “Rhysand Knight: star quarterback. Ticklish.” She let out a melodic laugh and Rhys knew he would allow himself to be embarrassed for life if only to hear it again. Thebe giggled from beside her and Feyre arched a brow.

“I wouldn’t be giggling if I were you, Thee,” she warned, wiggling her dexterous fingers at the little girl. Thebe let out a high pitched squeal as she attempted to back out of the chair, Feyre’s hand behind her the only thing keeping her from falling backwards.

“No...no! Feyre no! Don’t-!” the little girl protested. But it was too late, and Feyre had scooped the little girl into her lap, tickling her sides with fervor until tears of laughter were streaming down her chubby cheeks. Feyre was laughing along with Thebe, even as the little girl tried to reach for her own sides to tickle her.

Rhys turned around and stared at the wooden cabinets for a moment. This feeling, in his chest. He had never felt it before. Like every bit of sunlight in existence was shoving its way into his soul, and there wasn’t enough room for it so it simply grew bigger. He couldn’t explain the happiness that coursed through his body at the sight of Feyre with his sister. He didn’t want to.

By the time he turned back around, the two girls had called a truce, yet they both gazed at each other, eyes in slits.

“Finally found her weak spot, Thee?” Thebe pouted, crossing her tiny arms in front of her and shaking her head resolutely.

“She’s not ticklish!” the girl complained in a whine and Feyre laughed.

“Sorry, Thebe. It’s an Archeron family trait.”

“We’ll see about that,” Rhys stated, placing his knife down in the sink and turning back to Feyre, who was now looking at him with wide eyes as he approached her. Feyre backed up and out of the kitchen, her hands in front of her as if to defend herself.

“Rhys, NO. Rhysand, don’t you dare. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare! Rhys no-”

The rest of her sentence was replaced with a sharp gasp as Rhys reached for her, his longer arms and legs allowing him to easily reach around Feyre’s waist and pull her to his chest. She shrieked as his fingers found her neck, tickling without restraint and causing a cacophony of laugh to explode from her as her body attempted to spring away from his.

Not ticklish my ass.

“Rhysand Knight, you let go of me right now!” she managed to get out in between out of breath laughs. Rhys almost didn’t hear her over the overwhelming scent of her shampoo in his senses. But when he did, Rhys smirked.

“Hmm… no, I don’t think I will.” He didn’t think twice before hauling Feyre over his shoulder and carrying her back to the kitchen, her fists pounding uselessly on his back. Thebe and his mother watched the two of them with wide smiles and his sister clapped her hands in excitement, reaching out for Feyre as Rhys put her back down.

“My turn!” Feyre raised a brow, clearly confused. But realization struck her face too late and Thebe was already reaching towards her.

“Thebe! Come on, we’re friends, right? What about being game buddies? Game buddies don’t do this to each other!” But she was a girl on a mission, and Rhys tugged Feyre towards his chest once more, ignoring how well they just fit as he held her arms down.

Thebe tickled Feyre’s neck relentlessly until she had no choice but to shield herself. Feyre turned, burying her head in Rhysand’s chest. He ignored the fact that it offered no protection to her neck and pulled her closer, disguising the movement with the laughter in his chest. Rhys would trade anything for the moment to never end.

“Okay you two,” his mother cut in. “Release the prisoner. We do want her to come back, don’t we?” Rhys finally released her, immediately missing Feyre’s warmth. She shot him a dirty look that held absolutely no bite and the twinkle in her eye and flush in her cheeks changed her face entirely, reminding him once more of how beautiful she was. It knocked the breath out of his chest for a moment.

But he finally managed to pull himself together, returning back to the carrots on the counter as Feyre settled back into the chair next to Thebe.

“Traitor,” she hissed playfully to the little girl.

“Hey, don’t mess with the Knights. Right, Thee?” Rhys cut in from across the counter, reaching out to give his little sister a high five which she excitedly returned. He caught Feyre’s eyes and the blatant happiness in them made his heart flip.

His mother watched the two with amusement, her cheeks shining with a happy blush. The knowing look she shot him had Rhys clearing his throat and returning his attention to the carrots in front of him.

“So, Feyre. Do you have any siblings?” Feyre jerked, as if shocked out of her thoughts before smiling at his mother.

“I do, actually. I have two sisters, Nesta and Elain. Both are older than me. Nesta is a freshman at Prythian and Elain is planning on going there next year too.” Feyre was twirling her pen around her finger and Rhys quickly realized it was a habit of hers. He found it adorable.

“What about you?” he found himself asking.

Feyre’s pen stilled as she looked at him, as if surprised he had asked. But how could she be? He wanted to know everything about her.

“Velaris. For art,” she said finally. “That’s where I wanna go.” Rhys hoped Feyre hadn’t noticed the change of pace of his cuts. Rhys had been born in Velaris, and had lived there until he was ten before moving to Prythian. He had loved it with everything in him. Still did. Rhys thought he was pleasantly surprised yet again by another thing he and Feyre Archeron held in common.

“Really?” his mother asked knowingly. “How come?” Feyre’s eyes lit up, taking up an almost angelic glow. Rhys tried not to stare.

“It’s gorgeous. The city itself, and the lights, and the stars, gods, I could look at the stars of Velaris for eternity.” The life in which Feyre spoke the words had Rhys meeting her gaze. And something so taut pulled between them, he thought something would snap, if not his self control.

“What’s your project on?” he croaked out instead. Feyre cleared her throat, looking away from him and down at a scribbled on piece of paper next to Thebe. Her masterpiece.

“Um,” her voice was hoarse. “Love.” Although she wasn’t looking at him, his gaze snapped to her, noticing her now red cheeks.

“Love?” asked his mother.

“Love. A piece of art that represents my definition of love,” Feyre replied, finally looking at him. Gods, she was beautiful.

“Rhysie! I wanna help!” Rhys startled, looking at his little sister who was now holding out her hands for his knife. Rhys laughed, shaking his head and placing the knife down far away from her.

“Sorry, Thee. No knife today. Actually, no knife for a while.” His sister’s gaze narrowed, ready for war. But Rhys reached over the counter, careful not to brush his arm with Feyre’s, and picked up his sister, quickly sitting her on his shoulders.

She giggled in glee and Feyre beamed at the little girl. Rhys had a feeling Thebe wasn’t the only one with a soft spot.

“Here,” he said. “You can help from up here.” He tickled the bottom of her foot and grinned as she laughed. He loved this little goofball.

“Rhysand, you drop that little girl and I will knock you on your ass so hard you won’t be able to breathe for a week,” his mother warned. Feyre let out a loose laugh at the statement and Rhys playfully glared at her. She returned it in kind.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he swore. “Scouts honor.”

“Were you in scouts?” Feyre asked.

“No,” cut in his mother. “No, he was not.” She hit the top of his head and Rhys winced through a laugh.

“Aw,” Thebe cooed from above him. She began to rub his head. “There, there. Feel better Rhysie.” Finally Rhys smiled, looking up at the pair of violet eyes that matched his own.

“Thanks Thee.”

A rustling sound had him looking back to where Feyre was. She had grabbed a piece of Thebe’s construction paper on the table and was reaching for a dark blue crayola crayon. Rhys watched as she bit her lip in concentration and her hand began to move over the paper.

Feyre looked up again only to find him watching her. He quirked a brow in question and the smile and shrug she gave him in return was the sun on a cloudy day.

“I think I found some inspiration.”

Rhys was in love with Feyre Archeron. There was no denying it, as he stared at the row of finished final products in the art studio. The snarky and quick witted girl had captured his heart and Rhys was more than willing to give it to her. She could do with it as she pleased.

He had fallen wholly and deeply for her.

And as he gazed at the bright orange paper in front of him, at the sketch of a kitchen and a mother, a son and a laughing girl, he thought he might’ve fallen a little bit more.

i love these two :)

#feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #acotar #acomaf #feysand fic #sjm #a court of thorns and roses

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dangermousie · 3 years ago

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If I have a favorite S1 episode, Nerve is it. Any ep that beats out AHR, THM and FT has got to be beyond awesome, and this is. Watching it after seeing everything, I want to cover my eyes in parts of it. Tell John to run, to hide before scorpius gets to him, breaks him (because while in some ways, Crichton is never broken, in other ways he is irretrievably broken after Aurora Chair and it never ever gets fully fixed.) But there is so much in this episode to love that I am not sure where to start. The scene where Crichton finds out that something is wrong with Aeryn and he won't leave her alone until he learns what. And then the stark denial in his face when he realizes she is going to die? The way he looks at her throughout is so enveloping, isn't it? And he touches her face while reassuring her she won't die as if to make sure she is still there but because Crichton is such a physical, touchy-feely person, isn't he? He will never lose that certain openness to touch that is a result of a free peaceful upbringing. And I love that the reason the others agree to go to Gammak base isn't as much because they don't want to lose Aeryn (though that plays into that. Notice how D'Argo is unequivocal about not wanting Aeryn to die and how he comes up with a way to keep her alive for longer. What a difference from his equivocal statement in EfG) but because of Crichton: because this is the first time you see that they give in because Crichton is crazier than they are. And they can see it.

This is the first episode where we are presented with the fact, so starkly, that it is impossible for Crichton to let Aery die. Ever. Crichton is a laid-back enough guy, but there are a very few things (Aeryn first among them) where he will not give in, ever. And Moyans can sense that. Crichton's power of conviction is a fierce scary thing and I think they know they would have to kill him to prevent him from going to the Gammak base. One of the many amazing scenes in the episode is the good-bye between Aeryn and John which is not a good-bye. The word 'good-bye' is not said even though John is going on a suicide mission and Aeryn will most likely die soon. This is the start to the series of their non-good-byes that ends so wrenchingly in DWTB. Once they are reunited after DWTB they never say even non-good-bye, do they? At the end of BT, they chose to die together, kissing, as together as they can be, rather than try to separate, jump overboard, survive. Ok that's a digression - to get back to their non-good-bye scene. Their looks speak volumes, when their words do not. I love Aeryn's openness, even vulnerability, in asking John if his people have any rituals for such situations and he looks at her with his heart in his eyes and tells her that there is a handshake and wishing of luck. And she does that and they hold on to each other's hands briefly and she wishes him luck and asks him how it was and he replies, in just that tone of voice: 'Perfect.' And he won't break their eye contact.

I love that Chiana goes with him. Part of this is because he genuinely likes Crichton and owes him, but I think also because she feels a little guilty because it's her actions that ultimately resulted in Aeryn being wounded. So Crichton goes down, wearing a dead man's uniform. And when he comes back, he will never be the same. When he gets caught on Scorpius' order, you know what I noticed? Even there, he won't fire at the goons. He hits them with the gun, but he won't shoot. Ohhhh. That rather broke my heart, as this is the last time we see this. Aurora Chair knocks it all out of him. From than on, he is never without a gun, never without the armor of the peacekeepers. He is damaged for good. I love his pissed-off-at-the-world attitude as he flies into the base (and I cannot re-emphasize enough how crazy suicidal this whole thing is). Part is put-on as a PK attitude (and it's good for him he is pretending to be irregulars because you know they are a bit weird generally) but part is his genuine madness at the situation. But I think the bravest thing he does the whole ep is putting his hands into that bio scan. And that brings me to Gilina. They meet again but how he's changed. He points a gun at her and he keeps pointing it, doesn't lower it when he sees who it is. And poor Gilina, your train has passed. Now Crichton sees no one but Aeryn and when Chiana tries to reassure Gilina, you can see even Gilina doesn't believe it. And how amazing is it that Crichton stashes that thing for Aeryn and even though he is caught and horribly tortured, his priority is to get that thing to Aeryn. The first time Crichton puts Aeryn above any rational saving of self (though Gilina is wrong that he is acting this way because he loves Aeryn. That's it in part, but as we will see later, he undergoes so much torture to protect Gilina, and it's made all the more awesome because it's gratitude not love that motivates him).

The torture scenes are hard to watch. Farscape doesn't make torture pretty: John looks like hell when he is thrown back into the cell: red-rimmed eyes, falling apart, can barely move.

And during the torture, he is crying and drooling on himself and (the worst of all) he cannot help but tell Scorpius: "Please." To beg. And the sheer incomprehension in him - as some basic belief in decency and goodness of the Universe and people really shatters irrevocably in him. Ouch!

I don't know what's worse for him: the physical pain or the psychic violation or the helplessness to stop from betrayal of his friends. One catches relief when Scorpius stops the torture, relief he cannot hide, and horror when Scorpius indicates it's a short break and he'll be back soon. And yet, terrified, in pain, a mess, (his despairing horror when he sees Stark and asks 'is this what the Chair did to you') he still fights back, small flashes of defiance, grim hysterical humor.

And then there is Crais, and is a monster but he is dwarfed by the other monster in the room: Scorpius, and John's despairing laughter at the senselessness of the Universe, of no way this is as bad as it is...his laughter has a thin tinge of insanity to it. And I love that Crais knows the one way to get John to cooperate is to promise him not his life but the lives of his companions and I love that even driven to the limits of his endurance, Crichton outthinks him, desperately. I haven't even gotten to Stark whom I adore (but I really fell for him in the next ep). All I can say is 'My side, your side' is a frequent catch-phrase in the Mousie household.

#farscape

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Professor Parker Ch. 1| Professor, Peter Parker x Student, Reader

a/n this fic doesn’t follow the marvel cinematic universe but assume that peter has been what he’s been through with the exception that tony lived, and bruce is still bruce, sorry but i just can't deal with endgame hulk/bruce rn emotionally or mentally. im sorry nat is still dead but dw i'll actually treat it with respect unlike endgame like goddamn where was her funeral, am i right? the stages of grief thing they did was interesting though. im sorry i digress, this is set in nyc (because heyo im a new yorka) and the avengers/stark tower is still a thing, peter is fucking traumatized and has turned kind of cold as a result. this fic may contain a smut chapter in the future? not sure yet, where this fic goes depends on the feedback, thanks for reading also sorry im not the proudest of this first chapter so ill probably edit it but promise itll only improve from here just not in the best mental state rn

University life wasn’t exactly everything that you imagined it to be. There was hardly time to do anything that people claimed was good about coming to university. The parties, the epic heartbreaks, and romances, they were just nowhere to be seen. In fact, there was nothing particularly extravagant about your experience thus far. You went to class, studied, and went to your internship. Your internship was probably the most exciting thing about your life at the moment, you were lucky to be accepted into the Stark Industries student internship, the company paid college tuition and only required around twenty hours of lab work a week, you couldn’t complain. Of course, the exciting part of the whole ordeal was the name attached to it, “Stark,” not that you had ever met him, but it was nice to have a unique feature like that in such an impressive student body.

So here you were on the first day of your third year of university. You lived off-campus, about a five-minute walk from the Stark Tower, but a twenty-minute subway ride to your campus. However, having an 882 square foot space to yourself was really nothing you could truly complain about despite the distance. The studio apartment being yet another benefit reaped from Stark Industries. Thank you Tony Stark, the unseen benevolent God in your life.

Typically you would start your mornings off quietly and in no rush, a shower, a cup of coffee, maybe some studying before heading off to your campus, but your phone had other plans for you today. Instead of your alarm going off like it was supposed to, you were woken up by the sound of a particularly loud car horn, and oh how grateful you were for that. As soon as you were jolted awake you shifted to grab your phone and turned it over to see an alarming 8:40am glaring back at you.

Holy shit. You were late.

You scrambled out of bed nearly face planting several times in your hurry to get dressed and only barely ran out the door with everything you needed at 8:47am.

By the time you managed to get to the subway and clamor onto the right train it was already 8:55am. Out of breath and panicking, you considered your options. You could explain after class, you could shoot an email, there were a plethora of things you could do but none of them seemed to justify being late as a third-year to a level 500 class. You had googled all of your professors while registering for classes as was common practice. You couldn’t find a RateMyProfessor on Professor...Parker? You were pretty sure it was Professor Parker, but you do remember seeing on the STEM department page that he was currently a Ph.D. student, so you could only hope that as a fellow student he would be at least a little understanding towards your lateness.

You stood outside of the lecture hall huffing and trying to catch your breath at 9:32am, psyching yourself up, you pushed open the door to the class and attempted to go unnoticed. The class was in a lecture hall despite being only composed of around thirty students, so if you were lucky maybe nobody would even see-

“Ms.(y/l/n), I presume?.” Shit.

“Professor Parker?” Shit.

“You are aware that class starts at 9am, and not 9:30am, would this be correct Ms.(y/l/n)?”

“Yes, Professor, it’s just that I had an emergency.” The lying route. Not exactly the highlight of your academic career.

“I regret to inform you that I only take valid excuses Ms.(y/l/n), please take a seat, and next time, don’t bother disrupting class halfway through the lesson.” Fuck. You mustered a quiet “ok,” and a small nod before escorting yourself to the back of the room, thirty-something eyes following you until you sat down.

You couldn’t focus for the rest of the class, it was just too embarrassing, time moved forward but you couldn’t help but be stuck on what had just happened. For the first ten minutes after sitting down you felt like dropping out of the whole class out of sheer fucking humiliation. This was of course before you reminded yourself that this class was a requirement to graduate in your field of study. You quietly bargained with yourself before sighing quietly and settling on the conclusion that Professor Parker was just a dick. A dick who certainly didn’t deserve the satisfaction of you switching out of his class. If he wanted to be like that, you decided, you would simply return the favor.

“I know, Ms.(y/ln), why don’t you tell us DeBroglie’s equation?”

“With pleasure, Professor Parker.” Yeah, you’d return the favor alright.

“Ms.(y/l/n), you stay.” Fuck that. You looked the other way and feigned ignorance as you kept making your way towards the door. About to leave, the door shut on your face.

“What the fuck!” You jumped before turning around and you felt your face heat up.

“Ms.(y/l/n), please refrain from using profanities in my classroom.”

“I’m sorry Professor Parker. I was just startled.”

“Mhm,” he took his glasses off and laid them on his desk, “Just don’t do it in the future Ms.(y/l/n).”

“Of course. My name is (y/n), by the way, Professor Parker, you can just call me that, actually, I prefer that people refer to me by (y/n).”

“Rest assured, I’m aware of your name, Ms.(y/l/n). My name is Peter, but you can continue to call me Professor Parker.” You could have sworn that you saw a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He knew what he was fucking doing, asshole. You held back from rolling your eyes into the back of your head.

“Of course, Professor Parker.”

“As you know, Ms.(y/l/n), I did request that you stay after class.”

“Oh? I sincerely apologize Professor Parker, I really didn’t hear you.”

“I’m sure, Ms.(y/l/n).” Fucking. Dick.

“Well, what exactly did you want Professor Parker? I do have another class soon.” Professor Parker narrowed his eyes at you in obvious distaste before reaching behind himself into a bin underneath his desk and pulling out a stack of papers,

“These are the handouts you missed from the beginning of the class. Textbook requirements, syllabus...Crucial information to have if you care to succeed in my class Ms.(y/l/n).” So coldly, so maliciously, Professor Parker placed the stack into your arms.

“I take my work very seriously, Ms.(y/l/n), I do my part as your professor so I only have the simple request that my students do the same.” You nodded feeling your face heat up again.

“Of course, Professor Parker, it won’t happen again,” you said with a tightlipped smile.

“Mhm,” Professor Parker turned around and began shuffling around some paper and without giving you a second glance said, “You are dismissed.” You nodded and hurriedly made your way out of his classroom. Of course, you had lied. You didn’t have another class until late in the afternoon. So you called your coworker instead,

“Hey, Harvey.”

“(y/n).”

“Wow, okay, don’t get too excited.”

“Sorry, just woke up.”

“Tsk, the early bird gets the worm, Harvey.”

“I don’t want a worm.”

“Fuck you. I’m headed to the lab, can I expect you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You had been working with Harvey for around four years now, he was quite the impressive specimen, having attended MIT and graduating Summa Cum Laude at age 20 was no easy feat, he was closer to Tony Stark than you would ever get, he was quite personable, and you couldn’t deny that he was quite good looking. You’d never tell him that though, he didn’t need another ego boost. Besides, you had some connections of your own.

“Hey, (y/n).”

“Banner!”

“Can we expect Harvey today?”

“Honestly, not sure.” You both knowingly smiled at each other before you made your way over to what he was working on,

“Do you ever get bored here?”

“With you and the other idiot always running around? How could I?” You laughed,

“No, seriously, like wouldn’t you rather be doing nerd shit with Tony or something? Isn’t it a little tiresome babysitting us?”

“Tiring? Maybe sometimes, but not nearly as tiring as doing ‘nerd shit’ with Tony. He’s exhausting,” Bruce smiled at his own joke, “I don’t mind playing babysitter at all kid.” He fiddled with the handle of a mug that read, “Don’t be so Na Cl,” which you had gotten him a year back as a joke, but he still used it.

You really loved Bruce for all he was. Since losing your family back in 2012 during the battle in NYC, you didn’t really have any familial figures. But since landing this internship you found yourself with a parental figure again, and you would never be able to put into words how much it meant to you, so you didn’t. Besides, you didn’t want him to feel pressured about it, especially after everything he had been through himself. Frying half your body and losing the love of your life in such a short span of time was really nothing less than horrifying. Yet, here he was, smiling, laughing...You loved him for it.

“First day of junior year? How was that?”

“Shit.”

“Huh?” Bruce stopped tinkering with the device in his hands and looked over at you, “I’ve never heard of a course being too hard for (y/n) (y/l/n), what is it? Aerospace? Quantum?”

“No, just one giant dick.”

“Pardon-”

“My professor, he’s a fucking asshole.”

“Ah, I see. If he’s really harassing you (y/n), I don’t mean to overstep, I really think we should alert administration, what’s his name?” Bruce took a sip of his coffee.

“Professor Parker,” Bruce choked on his coffee, “Oh my God, Bruce, are you okay?”

“Yeah-” he said, still coughing, “Just a little too strong.”

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bruce caught his breath, “What did he do kid?”

“He’s just a dick that’s all.”

“You sure you don’t want me to do something about it?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, I don’t know what you could do anyways. Thank you though.”

“Actually, you’d be surprised.”

Sitting at your desk stressing over school work at 3am, it was nothing out of the ordinary for you. Everything appeared ordinary. The ordinary cup of tea, the familiar glow of your computer, and a morning chill creeping through your window. It was all so breathtakingly normal until there was a rap on your window. You took an earbud out of your ear, certain you were just hearing things, you looked to your window. Holy shit.

You opened your window wide so that he could crawl in.

“(y/n)?”

“Mr.Spiderman.” Still too in shock to fully process the situation you started to take in the scene in front of you,

“Please, it’s just Spiderman.”

“Oh-Oh my God, what happened?” Head to toe the suit seemed to have blood seeping through, tears in the body of the suit revealed gashes and a bullet wound.

“Bad guys. I know this guy-said he knew a medical student close by, you are (y/n)? Right?”

“Y-Yeah, but I’m really just a student, I’m not really a prof-”

“This guy, he said you might as well be.”

“I don’t know Mr.Spiderman, really, maybe I could take you to the hospital though.”

“-Spiderman, it’s just Spiderman, listen, (y/n), you know I can’t go to a hospital, it would ruin this whole secret identity thing I got going on here, and this guy, he’s probably the smartest guy I know, so if he says you can handle it, you can.” You swallowed and nodded,

“Yeah-” you wring your hands together, “Yeah-Sorry, let me go get my first aid kit.”

#tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland #spiderman #spiderman x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #bruce banner #tony stark #iron man #idk #sorry #ill prolly rewrite this seven times

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