#envy kiss todd

[denkigami]

this scene from the series Elite is so lyntoddenvy coded, i had to do it.

[sunnie-angel]

Part 9: The Bargain

part 8 | series masterlist | ao3 link

jason todd x fem!reader

summary: unsettling news upsets the careful balance of your friendship with jason todd

tags: mention of offscreen violence, angst, misunderstandings, kissing, fingering, p in v sex

rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 3.1k

a/n: wrote most of this while i was sick and a little loopy from medication, so if this is tonally a little different from the rest of the series that's why

Time seems to melt together, like the snow that covers the Gotham University campus. Jason looks devastating with wind chapped cheeks and snow dusted curls, red rising high across his cheekbones. Maybe you won’t ever get to tell him how beautiful he looks with snowflakes collecting on his lashes or how your heart had soared when he complimented you on finally getting one of his recipes right. It’s fine, or that’s what you tell yourself. You can have this much of him at least. As much as you wish it would, the strange tension never really dissipates between you, only fading to a low thrum in the background of your mind that your learn to live with. Eventually exams consume your life and you have very little time left to nurse wounds that never seem to heal quite right.

Winter break – when it finally, blessedly arrives – is not exactly the reprieve you had hoped for. Aside from a few random emails from the school warning of increased muggings near campus (which, when supervillains exist, ranks high on your list of problems why exactly?) you could almost forget that one Fall night. Almost. But Danika keeps inviting everyone over to celebrate the end of the last first semester and Lina won’t stop sending you and Jason considering looks every time you so much as breathe in his direction. You can tell she wants to ask but it won’t be Jason she comes looking for and so you don’t give her the opportunity to corner you alone.

On one memorable occasion you had physically dragged Jason in front of you as a human shield, spilling hot chocolate onto your glove and onto the snow covered ground. The hot liquid had melted into the snow immediately, carving out uneven abstract patterns. Jason hadn’t seemed to catch on as to why exactly you were so determined to attach yourself to his side, but had endured your proximity with what you might almost call joy if you didn’t know better. There wasn’t the resistance you expected, though the cavern between you doesn’t fully dissipate. It was...nice to feel his arm tucked under yours, a solid weight against your side. Maybe the little scraps of affection you could stomach weren’t so bad after all. Maybe one day the two of you could return to the time before you destroyed the closeness between you. Now if only you could get Danika to stop trying to set you up with someone, maybe you could find your footing again.

All of your best intentions go to hell only two days before you’re meant to be back for the final semester. There was a temporary skating rink in the public park, courtesy of Mr. Freeze’s latest foiled plot, one that would only last a few days before melting on its own. Like any true Gothamite, Danika had seized the opportunity with both hands and dragged you all out skating with her. It had been fun to watch Rei windmill his arms, red faced and struggling to keep his balance on his rented skates. Lina had been more than happy to offer him a steadying arm and flirtatious grin. Oddly even Will had decided to participate, the gleeful joy infectious. Jason, of course, had been a natural, gliding across the icy surface and dodging other people with an ease you envied. It had been a lovely afternoon, meant to end with laughter and chafed noses, maybe even a snowball thrown or two.

A choreographed ping of notifications to all of your phones puts an end to that. Digging with numb fingers through your thick pockets, you manage to pull out your phone and swipe through to your notifications. An email from the Gotham U, odd for this late in the day. 

An NYU student visiting home killed near GU campus, screams the subject line. It goes on to talk about measures the school is taking to keep students safe but you can’t help but click on the embedded news link. A funhouse mirror stares back, smiling. Sweat prickles at the nape of your neck. She looks like me..., you think dazedly. The texture of her hair, the colour of her eyes, even the sweep of her nose all echo yours. Dead in an alley, disfigured, torn to pieces, the news greedily crows. Violated. A hand falling heavy on your shoulder causes you to flinch, breaks the trance it has on you. With wild eyes you stare back up at Jason as he steadies you before you can fall on your ass on the ice. Wordlessly you look at your gathered friends and their bloodless faces.��

“She looks like me,” you croak, needing to have someone – anyone – tell you that you’re seeing things. 

“A little bit," Rei hedges, eyes darting to Lina for support.

“A little,” Will snorts, “try a lot."

“Hey–” Jason cuts in, glaring at Will over your head, “–not helpful.” He turns back to you, eyes still focused somewhere on your shoulder, neatly sliding himself between you and Will’s gaze. “What happened to her is a tragedy, yeah? But she’s not you, you’re right here with us and you’re safe.” 

His voice – his presence – steadies you but it’s not enough to erase the mental image of the girl with your face dead in an alley you probably know. The dead girl you might have been if Jason hadn’t stopped that mugger. Your hand tightens around your phone until the edges cut into your palm and you shiver, but not from the cold. 

“Sorry I don’t– I don’t really feel like having fun anymore.” You smile apologetically up at them over Jason’s shoulder.  Your phone pings again, your mother texting for the first time in weeks asking if you’d seen the news. The smile on your face turns brittle. “I think I just want to go home for a bit.”

“Sure, but text when you get back and let us know if you need anything,” Danika tells you gently, throwing a withering look in Will’s direction and smacking his mostly healed arm. You bite your lip and nod, skating slowly over to a nearby bench to wrestle with your skates.

Large hands shoo your shivering fingers away and you look up to see the top of Jason’s curly head as he kneels in front of you. He props your skate up on one broad thigh and untangles the knot in silence. Gently, he sets one foot down and starts working on the other.

“Look I’ll walk you back so you don’t have to worry, yeah?" he says as he sets your foot back down, still not looking at you. You can’t do anything but nod and accept his help as you change back into your boots, cold air still biting through your thick socks.

The bus ride home is fairly silent between the two of you. Jason manages to snag a recently vacated seat and ushers you into it, leans against the hand rail and shields you from the world. Unable to spend the 20 minutes or so just staring at his belt buckle, torturing yourself with the clink it makes as it comes undone, you lean your head against the window glass and watch the world melt past. It starts to snow again, fat flurries gently skimming through the streets. A quiet, still cocoon has built around the two of you and not even the bus coming to a screeching halt at your stop breaks it. Dreamlike and hazy, your body pilots you back to your front door, Jason holding your bag as you fumble for your keys.

He turns to leave you at your doorstep then hesitates, fingers running through his snow dusted curls. “Would it– would it be fine if I took a look around?” he mutters nervously. “Just, I noticed the other day that there’s some potential security issues and I’d feel better if I took a look and maybe you’d too?” His voice rises on the last syllable.

You stare at him for a second, baffled by his questions. He shifts his weight from foot to foot as you continue to stare.

“...yeah that’s fine,” you finally say. Looking for your phone to let Danika know you’re back, unthinkingly you add, “You already know your way around.” Facing away from him, you freeze, cursing yourself out mentally for the reminder of the last time he had entered your apartment. He clears his throat awkwardly.

“I’ll just be quick, yeah?”

Jason pads through your apartment quickly and surprisingly quietly for man his side as you unwind your scarf from around your shoulders and brush the half melted snow from your coat. Your sweater goes over the back of a chair to dry, leaving you standing in the kitchen in just your thin thermal undershirt. Jason chooses just that moment to walk back in.

“–should probably be fine, might want to change the lock on the fire escape window but– hey. C’mere.” He moves to hug you – he moves first! – and you fall into him, arms wrapping tight around his waist under his jacket. He freezes up at first as you nuzzle into him, the warmth of his chest cutting through the icy fingers that had grown around your spine at the sight of the dead girl that wasn’t quite you but could have been. Jason’s arms come around you, hold you tight to him like you’re actually something precious to him. A hand comes up to cradle the back of your skull and he sighs, body relaxing into yours.

“Probably just a bad coincidence, but I’ll look into it,” he whispers into the crown of his head. You can feel the zipper of his jacket pressing into you through the thin material of your thermal. “Don’t gotta worry about this at all, yeah?” His voice rumbles through your chest.

“You’re a good friend,” you mumble into his shirt. Slowly you lean back into his hand until you can look him in the eyes, nowhere for him to escape your searching gaze. He’s still tall, but there’s a half inch less of a difference between you without his boots on. Your hand slips from its python grip around his waist and tentatively winds itself around the nape of his neck. Finally, after what feels like months of yearning and waiting but had only been a few keenly felt weeks, Jason Todd looks you in the eyes.

There’s something unreadable there, some dark possessive emotion you can’t quite set your finger on. It’s too late. It’s everything you’d ever wanted from him. Makes the small part of yourself you’d tried so hard to bury over the last few weeks come clawing out of the shallow grave you’d dug for it. Vindication and bitterness go to war in your belly. Slowly you bring a hand up to trace over the sharp point of his cheekbone. His eyes close and he inhales sharply through his nose, full body shuddering as you move to tuck his hair behind his ear.

“S’all I want to be–” his eyes open wide, pupils rapidly eating up the blue of them “–your friend.”

“We are,” you reassure him. Tentatively you let the hand at his neck drift through his curls. Carefully note the way he relaxes into your grip. “Good friends.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Jason tracks the movement with predatory hunger. His own lips part in response and you’re so close you can almost feel his breath on your skin. Tension spools out into the space between you, so thick you could almost reach out and grip the knotted mess of it with your bare hands. You hardly dare to breathe know that you’ve finally got Jason’s attention, a physical, tangible thing that traces the swell of your cheeks and the curve of your lower lip. He swallows and you press the full length of your body against him.

“We can stay good friends, can’t we?” you breath out. Inch by inch you draw yourself closer to him, attuned to him in case he draws back, before gently drawing the tip of your cold nose from the hinge of his jaw to the sharp jut of his chin. Inhale the warm scent of him under the lingering smell of the cold outdoors. “We understand each other,” you say, almost directly into his mouth. “So well, because we’re friends, right?” His hold on you tightens. “So well, that we don’t even have to talk about this part, right?” you plead, desperate for him to let you have this.

Jason’s lips crash onto yours and delirious laughter bubbles up into your chest. Easy, so easy. All you had to do was amputate your sense of dignity. His fingers tighten in your hair as he pulls back, breathing ragged and rough.

“We’re just– just friends,” he pants, and the sight of him so out of control makes you giddy. “But so long as we don’ talk about it we can have this too.” 

You answer him by kissing him again, the soft, sweet touch of your lips turned into something filthier as he invades your mouth. His hand slides down from your waist to palm your ass as he walks you back into the bedroom, still familiar from the last time he was there. Efficiently, both of your clothes come off, his jacket and belt hitting the floor with heavy thuds. He takes his time looking at you, and you drink up the sensation. It’s been so long since he’s truly, properly looked at you and you want to enjoy it while it lasts.

Because it won’t. He’ll retreat again or get tired of you, or both. It’s temporary, this complicated, burning thing between you, or at least it is on his part. You won’t ever have his heart, no that’s something so far beyond your grasp it’s laughable to even think about, but you can have this. His desire. His attention. His base need to fuck someone wet and willing. You can have just this much of him and no more.

There’s no air of urgency this time as he explores your body this time, palms smoothing over the length of your ribs. You shiver as he trails still cool fingers across your hips, across the fat and muscle cradling your womb. Hiss as he parts your slick folds with them, his fingers freezing against the burning heat of your core. Jason grins at your reaction before pressing a finger in in in, causing you to arch off the bed and clench down at the intrusion. He laughs as your thighs tremble at the stretch in your cunt when he adds another finger. Peppers kisses down your neck until he can bite and lave at the bud of your breast, working his fingers in and out of you the whole while.

Jason draws back and you moan at the loss, try and chase after him but he pushes you back down onto the bed.

“M���coming back, just need the condom outta my wallet. Need you to be patient, yeah?”

You nod but whine anyway when he pulls his fingers out of your tight heat, already bereft by the loss of him. He rolls the condom on and you want to hide from embarrassment when you see just how shiny with your slick his hands are. Carefully he adjusts your limbs to where he wants them, hooks your thighs over his hips and threads one hand through yours as he slowly starts to press in.

And it’s not– it’s not tender, but it’s kind, the way he slowly feeds every inch of his cock into you. Kisses you as you hiccup and squirm your way through accepting the fat weight of his dick in your guts, tensing and unclenching as he tears you in two only to stitch you back together. Finally, finally his hips hit yours and your eyes close as you sigh in relief at having taken him all. With a sticky hand Jason brushes the side of your face, places a kiss to where your furrowed brows meet. He waits until you relax under him, nod and let him know that you’re ready, before he starts to move, both of his hands tangled up in yours.

It’s such a relief to feel the heavy drag of him inside of you again, where he belongs your traitorous mind whispers. Immobilized, spread out, and pinned down beneath him like this you can do nothing but eagerly accept what he chooses to give you. He swallows the gasps and sighs of pleasure directly from the source as he plunders your mouth. Kisses down your jaw and nibbles at your throat. He bites down at the cords of your throat in a cruel mark of ownership you know he doesn’t mean just as he thrusts into the soft gummy part of your cunt that has you seeing stars.

You can’t help the whine of “Oh please, Jay,” as it is torn out of you, but you feel the exact moment his strong body stops rocking into yours and you realize your mistake. “M’sorry, m’sorry. Know you don’t like– didn’t mean to say it. M’sorry,” you babble, mortified by your error and wanting to bury your face in the pillows to disappear because he’d told you.

“Shhh shh shh,” he soothes, running the pad of his thumb across the outer corner of your eye, collecting the tears of frustration gathering there. You’re cursing yourself, terrified he’s going to take even this away from you because you couldn’t keep your big mouth shut and not let the name he hates slip from your tongue. “It’s okay, s’okay. You can call me Jay, okay, but only here. Just for you, just here, yeah?”

You nod, keening your agreement as he punctuates his words with a slow thrust back into you. His pace increases, no longer leisurely but controlled. Sharp thrusts in accompanied filthy, slow drags out. Your’s so full you can practically feel him at the base of your throat, carving out any claim to your body that isn’t his. Pleasure crawls up your veins, burns deep in your belly as Jason fucks you. The wet squelch of you around his cock makes your cunt flutter and he groans into the side of your throat at the sensation. Sweat beads at the base of your spine as the too much too good feeling winches you up higher, muscles curling tight. It only takes Jason growling into your skin, cock curving up at just the right angle, to shove you off that final ledge.

Sightless and weightless, stretched thin around him, you scrabble at his solid weight, desperate for something to anchor you to the present.

“ ‘ank you. Thank you. Please, god. Jay. JayJayJay,” you sob, words slurring together as he fucks your brains out, fucks you through it. He comes to the feel of you rippling around his cock and his name on your lips.

Jason’s still there in the morning, warm and whole in the bed next to you. Your heart isn’t so lucky.

part 10

[ghostfacesvalentine]

HALLOWEEN DAY 24: Bunny butt - Jason Todd x fem!reader

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader NSFW!

Warning: Some cursing, sneaking around, fingering, butt play, not much I think.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word count: N/A

Prompt: Jason sneaks by readers house for Halloween. She shows him what her costume would be if she went to a party tonight and ends up bent over his knees. NSFW!

Notes: Yeah shut up I know

Your father never approved of you going out and about, especially during the night here in Gotham. You were old enough, sure, but you still lived under his roof, he spoiled you rotten and you just didn’t want to fight it. You always wondered what it would be like to go out on Halloween night. Going to parties and bars was so otherworldly to you and you weren’t going to start this year. On top of your father’s disapproval of going out unchaperoned, he absolutely detested Jason. Instead of the awkward fighting and bickering between both of them, Jason opts to sneak in through your unlocked window, specifically for him.

You were already tucked away in pink satin pajamas underneath your fluffy bedspread watching the exorcist before 11. Your boyfriend hadn’t texted you, you knew about his double life and always tried to be understanding about his lack of quick responses.

The loneliness was loud and clear, you selfishly wanted Jason all to yourself, but you knew you had to share him with the rest of Gotham.

After a few minutes of the background noise coming from the TV, you heard the familiar sound of the window sliding open. Jason climbed through the opening, silently landing at his feet with a boyish smile. “What? No Halloween party?” He asked in a quiet voice, he noticed your father’s car was home, but he couldn’t resist seeing you. Without mentioning it to you, he called in a favor to sabotage your father’s workplace enough to have him take off.

You rolled your eyes at the question, sitting upright and swinging your legs over the bed to head over to greet your boyfriend. He picked you up with ease, you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding his face as you pressed your lips against his. He still kept you in the same position, kissing you again and again, silently giggling with you when you couldn’t help but smile. Jason kept his grip on your legs, walking back over to your bed “is your door locked?”

“Always”

“Good girl.” He murmured as he kissed the top of your head, setting you down at the corner of your bed slowly.

“So what are you doing tonight? Besides staying in. You’re not even dressing up?” Jason looked to the screen before your bed, silently snorting at the ridiculous film.

You rattled your brain trying to come up with a believable answer, but if you were honest, you really didn’t have a plan. “Well, I have my bunny costume from a few years back, my dad told me to get rid of it, but I just never wore it again. That was my plan if I got to a party but-“

You froze in your sentence when you felt two green eyes glow with envy at the words that came out of your mouth.

“Let me see.” Was all he interrupted your sentence with. A small laugh came over you until you realized he was being serious. “Don’t be mean Jay-“ you whined, to which he kept his same expression, simply looking at you as you lazily protested. You knew this was a fight you weren’t going to win, to which caused you to do just as he said.

Your closet was decorated in all kinds of pastel pinks, some black, but as Jason would put it, it seemed like a princess lived there or a princess died and you inherited everything. You dug through all your clothes, mainly the ones that weren’t your favorites and pulled a white bunny outfit together with sheer white tights and a white body hugging bodysuit. To compliment the outfit, you added some thigh high tights. You had the ears in a box full of miscellaneous items.

When you were ready, you came to Jason, all dolled up and even spun around for him a few times. His silence was making you nervous. “I never thought I’d live to see the day that I think I agree with your dad.” He joked, his eyes eating you alive as he looked down to your figure. Your cheeks felt the warmth as he inspected you, you avoided his eyes for a moment that felt for hours. “Come here baby.”

Reluctantly, you walked over to your boyfriend, standing in front of him in between his legs. His hands grabbed your wrists, pulling you down to lay over his knee. You didn’t have time to react, now only feeling the pressure on your belly pressing in by his knee. You didn’t know what to say, you knew Jason to be adventurous in the bedroom but you were far from experienced. Of course you trusted that he would stop the minute you were uncomfortable, that was a given, but you were still shy about trying anything new.

“Jay- my dad’s home-“ you murmured, weakly attempting to get up only to have his hand press you back down “Relax, he’s back at work for the night. I say we have around two hours before he gets back.”

Still unsure, your body tingled at the feeling of his hand gliding around your curves. His fingers danced around the more delicate parts of you, gliding across your clothed folds. You whimpered at the feeling, it has been days since Jason touched you and you hated to be so long without him that you were willing to overlook the fact that your father could or could not be home. You trusted Jason to never get you in trouble like this, only feeling his digits find your most sensitive nub.

Jason kept his agonizing movements, gliding across your clothed sex, then back around your asscheek. Your eyes widened when you felt an abrupt sting across your ass. You didn’t expect to moan at the slap and you didn’t have to look back to know Jason was smiling ear to ear at the fact that you liked it. His hand rubbed the stinging area slowly, letting you catch your breath for a second before he raised his hand again and smacked your ass, this time catching a bit of your clothed pussy as well. Another moan, this time louder, escaped your lips. Before you could say anything, he did it again, then again and again.

You felt the uncomfortable wetness against your clothes, rubbing your knee’s together to get some kind of relief. “That’s my girl.” You heard Jason call out to you, his hand rubbing your stinging cheeks for a few moments before gliding up and down your clothed folds. Suddenly you felt a tear in your tights, of course they were thin, but the sound of the tear was replaced by a soft groan coming from Jason when his fingers felt the warm arousal troubling your panties.

“Fuck.” He murmured under his voice, dragging his fingers along the puffed up outline of your pink sex before plunging two thick fingers into you. He went knuckles deep into you, causing your hips to jolt, closing your eyes as they rolled back in pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out, slowly at first to get all your juices flowing.

Motivated by your whimpers, he pushed the rest of your bodysuit aside from the area he was focused on. Twisting his fingers, he stuck a thumb into your tight asshole after soaking it in your juices for easier friction. A louder moan escaped your lips. You couldn’t see him right now, but he was completely enamored with you, how you let him do whatever, how easily you trusted him.

He curled his fingers, still pumping them in and out of you, smirking at your jolting hips and swaying legs. His thumb only going in deeper to your second hole, this time grabbing you by your lower half with his hand half gone into your lusting body.

The feeling was obscene, the sight was pornographic, but you were completely in bliss as you were a slobbering wet mess. His free hand slithered over to your face, your mouth open with the inability to stay quiet, Jason shoved his index finger into your mouth, swiping it across your tongue. “Suck”

And just like that, you entertained him. Starting to suck on his middle finger as he added to your mouth. That didn’t stop him from adding a third finger into your pussy, another slobbering moan escaped your lips. The more you tried to move your hips away from him, the more he pushed down on you, pumping his fingers in and out. You felt a fuzzy sensation in your core, your folds tightened around his fingers, white stars invading your closed eyes as you felt your juices squirt out of you and into his lap and fingers. “That’s my good girl, fuck.” He murmured still pumping fingers in and out, this time slower. “Maybe I should get you a bunny tail buttplug” he half laughed as you came down from your first orgasm of the night.

[ragnarokhound]

Trick or Treat! Thank you for sharing all your wonderful writing!!

Happy Halloween! Thank you so much for reading, I'm so happy you've enjoyed! <3 (holds jaytim up like the potato: i just think they're neat)

Okay this response got long so it's going under a cut, haha, enjoy!!

The curse is cruel. "You really think that you're a better Robin?" Jason sneers. His blood coats Jason's fist. "A better Robin?" Tim echoes through bloody teeth.

"That's what I said, pretender. Haven't you got any words of your own? You have to steal those from me too?" "Steal? From me too?" He gasps. The questions burn his mouth like acid, frustration and rage held prisoner by his traitorous tongue. Jason's brow furrows, then smooths in the space of an instant. "Pathetic," Jason taunts, abandoning confusion for disgust and disappointment. In a sharp, painful crack of his fist, the world goes black before Tim can agree. *** "How long has it been?" Jason says. It's been years. Smoke curls between the gaps in his cupped hands as the brief burst of flame dies to an ember, glowing vermillion at the end of his cigarette. "Long," Tim answers with a sigh. He can't even sign his own words, his hands always twisting into shapes first held by someone else's mouth. By the last person who spoke to him. The railing of the fire escape is icy beneath his elbows. He should have worn a thicker jacket, but he didn't have time tonight. Jason is leaving in the morning, and Tim wanted to see him before he goes. This new thing between them, this friendship on the cusp of something else— is fragile and hard-won. Tim wants to nurture it, to see if the warmth roiling under the surface can be coaxed to blazing life. Jason shuts his lighter with a snap. His shoulder is warm against Tim's. Tim watches him breathe in poison, and envies the poison. "And no one's figured it out? Who did this to you?" Tim rolls his eyes. "Figured it out," he restates flatly. Of course he knows who did this to him. Of course Bruce and the rest know. The who was easy. Fae and demons aren't subtle, and they aren't exactly commonplace. It makes for a short list to dig through. Jason grins, cherry-red and laughing at him. "Right, right. I mean, you ever figure out how to fix it? How to get your own words back? Yes or no," he tacks on helpfully. Only seldom does Jason remember to do that, to give Tim more options to choose from. It's not that he doesn't care, or that he isn't careful with his words. He just doesn't have to be. He's always had a knack for guessing what Tim means on the first try. Now that he isn't trying to punish Tim for using Jason's words like their his own. Like what he'd done with Robin.

Tim used to resent it, that of all the people in the world to guess what he's feeling, Jason Todd could do it best. Used to. Tim looks away. "Fix it," he murmurs. "Yes." Not that it matters. Jason cocks his head. His cigarette burns between his fingers, half-forgotten. "Why the fuck haven't you, then? If it were me—" Jason cuts himself off with a self-conscious laugh. "Ah, forget it. I'm sure you'd love to if you could, right?" Tim's eyes go wide. Jason's never said that to him before. One word of three that make the key. Tim knows what he feels. He knows how to break it. "And give the son of a bitch responsible a kiss in the teeth for good measure," Jason continues, oblivious to the effect of his words. Tim seizes Jason's arm, ignoring how he flinches. Hope is fleeting enough as it is. "Wha—" "Love to," Tim interrupts, urgent, heart tripping in his chest. "You..." He swallows, his throat closing up, not sure if he can say the last word. Not because of any curse, but because it's— it's too much. It's too bold. It won't work. So why not try? Jason stares at him, waiting for him to speak. "...kiss," he whispers. Tim begs him to understand. Jason raises his eyebrows. "...kiss?" Jason echoes softly, his voice thick. He cups the back of Tim's head in his free hand. "You want to kiss me, babybird?" He's relaxed a fraction, and Tim can tell he still doesn't get it. The one time he doesn't understand the full depth of Tim's meaning, and it had to be now. "Well, why didn't you say so?" Before Tim can express just how unimpressed he is by— Jason kisses him. He tastes like smoke and a hint of mint, and like skin and teeth and tongue. He licks into Tim's mouth when he gasps, and swallows every sound he makes. Like it's not enough to own Tim's words; he needs to own the rest of him as well. Tim doesn't even know if it will work. What makes a love true, anyway? When you've bled and fought for it, tooth and nail? When you didn't even want it at first, but you know, like it was inevitable, that you can't live anymore without it squeezing your heart in its fist? When magic cannot bind you anymore, because you don't belong wholly to yourself alone. When you've chosen to be beholden. When it was never a choice at all. The autumn air is freezing, but Jason's hands are searing hot on Tim's face, burning his cheeks with the shape of his fingers. Tim doesn't remember tucking his hands under Jason's jacket, or finding the broad stretch of his shoulderblades with his palms. But when he grazes the skin at the back of his neck, just above Jason's shirt collar, he shivers in Tim's grip. Jason pulls away abruptly, and Tim protests. "Do you want—" Jason started to ask. "Jason," Tim huffs, breathless. "Why'd you stop?" It rings in the air between them, clear as a bell. They both freeze. "...Tim?" Jason asks slowly. "Did you just—" "Jason," Tim says again, disbelieving. Then wondering. It's the first word that's belonged solely to him in years. The first word that's his. "Jason."

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[halfblackwolfdemon]

This is so fucking amazing! Aaah, I love everything about this story!! Eee!

For the prompt ask game!

9. Sleep deprivation and/or 37. Secret Relationship and/or 40. Identity reveal/major secret reveal

(I selected a few so you can chose the one that resonates the most.)

For any DPxDC characters. <3

*emerges from a google docs, covered in blood and panting* i did it... it is done.

thank you for the prompt!! because i love a challenge, or because i can't stop myself, i went and did all of them!! for everyone!! everyone is sleep deprived and everyone is revealing secrets ^^'

Danny/Tim, mentioned Jazz/Jason

(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) enjoy!! prompt ask game

kid napping

“Red Robin, sound off. Status?”

“All good here, Oracle. Everything okay?”

It’s been a slow night, never a good sign. Pent up energy itches under his skin and he stretches when he stands, preparing for whatever Oracle is going to throw his way. It’s going to be something, he can tell.

“Good.” Relief briefly colours her voice answers, before she becomes serious again, keys clacking away in the background. “There’s been a report from Agent A. It appears that one Timothy Drake has been kidnapped and is being ransomed for five million dollars and a helicopter. I’m tracing the call now.”

“A helicopter, too? Kidnappers these days, used to be they just wanted their money and that would be the end of it… a fucking helicopter, wow.” Red Hood scoffs, and Red Robin can’t help but join in the laughter over the comms.

“Doesn’t exactly sound like these are the brightest tools in the shed now, does it, Hood? Wonder what poor schmuck they’ve got instead.” Nightwing says, slightly out of breath. 

The smile slips off Red Robin’s face and clammy, cold dread shivers down his spine. A stone settles in his stomach. He wets his lips and clears his throat. “Oracle, can you pull up the CCTV on my apartment near WE? Any closer to tracing the call?”

“Still on the trace, they’re using a jammer. Agent A is cooperating so they should phone back soon, which will help.” she reports, falling into silence as he finds the video feed.

“You know who it is?”

“I hope not.”

It’s tense, he taps his feet on the rooftop, fingers tightening over his grapple as he fights the urge to fly off the roof and check for himself. It better not be him. Please, dear God, don’t let it not be him.

“What are you thinking, Red Robin?” Batman growls through the comms. Red Robin can hear the wind under his words, whipping fast as he no doubt makes his way over to his position.

“I had a, uh, a friend coming over tonight. From behind, he… he could be mistaken for Tim Drake.”

The jokes fall silent, the comms growing serious as they pick up on his tone.

“Well, fuck.” 

“Eloquent as always, Hood.”

“Shut up, bat-brat.”

“You were right, Red Robin, it looks like it was your… friend they caught, instead. About two hours before the call came in. I’m following their van now, I should have the destination soon. In the meantime, it looks like they’re heading towards the docks.”

Red Robin throws himself off the building, shooting his grapple as low as he dares to get the fastest swing he can. 

They have Danny. 

Worry gnaws at his gut even as gravity pulls it into his throat with another swing.

Danny is… And Red Robin means this in the nicest way possible, but Danny is fragile. They haven’t talked about it, but RR knows that Danny has health problems. Something plaguing him since he was young, that’s landed him in the hospital more than once. A weak heart, far too slow to be normal, possibly chronic fatigue—he’s always so tired, falling asleep anywhere he can.

Sometimes, he doesn’t even need to put his head down. Once, when they had gone to the corner store to get some popcorn to enjoy their movie (which Danny had explicitly and repeatedly promised he wouldn’t snore through this time), Danny had rested his head on Tim’s shoulder while they were waiting and he’d just… gone. On his feet, asleep, just like that.

He’d laughed, when Tim woke him up. Apologised. Said Tim made him feel safe enough to fall asleep just about anywhere and—

Red Robin grits his teeth and corrects his course as Oracle updates them with more precise coordinates.

Tim had carried him home that night, piggy-back for four blocks, but by the end of it, he wasn’t tired at all. And that’s another thing, Danny’s just so light. It’s concerning.

They never did watch that movie, but it’s a night that Tim can’t help remembering fondly all the same. They’d ended up rewatching some old sitcom that Danny’s seen countless times but Tim’s never really bothered with, Danny drifting off to sleep again and Tim eventually following him, because… sleep is easy with Danny.

It’s the same for him, he thinks. He can’t explain it, but he feels safe enough to sleep with Danny, too.

He needs to be alright.

“So… Is this friend just a friend? Or a friend friend?” 

“A friend, Nightwing. Now hurry up.”

He’s not in the mood to play these games, not now. There’s a reason why none of them know about Danny, and this is one of them. His family, as much as he loves them, are just too damn nosey for their own good.

“You know that doesn’t answer my question at all.”

“Then why don’t you ask something intelligible, rather than continue with your childish antics?” Robin snarks, and for once, Red Robin has to agree with him. Or, rather, he’s grateful for the distraction that it gives him.

Tim has secrets. He’s sure that Danny does, too, and so far—aside from the standard background check he always runs on new friends and friend friends alike—he’s done very well to respect them. He just can’t say that his family would do the same.

They can be overwhelming, to say the least, and Tim has tried his best to protect Danny from that.

Only to fail to protect him in every other way that it counts.

“How long have you guys been ‘friends’?”

“Nightwing, save it, please.”

“What’s his name?”

He ignores him.

Red Robin lands on the building first, thank goodness. He wastes no time in finding a skylight that can be pried open fairly quietly, slipping inside without a second thought.

“Wait for backup, Red Robin, that is an order!” Batman says, when he lets them know he’s in.

“Negative, Batman. I’m getting him back.”

“Red Robin!”

He weaves silently through the desks on the second floor of the warehouse, always moving, always keeping a trained eye on the shadows around him.

When he reaches the stairs, he hears voices.

“Looks like three of them, armed. The-the hostage is tied to a chair in the middle of the room, he…” Red Robin takes a steadying breath. The person has a burlap sack over their head is slumped to the side, from where he is, Red Robin can’t see if his chest is moving. There’s blood on the floor. “He needs medical assistance. Another two on the northside entrance.”

The comms explode in admonitions, everyone pleading with him to stay where he is, to wait for help, but fuck that. With a tap, he switches them off and he can finally, just about make out the words of the kidnappers as he creeps down the first few steps.

“—shouldn’t he have woken up by now?”

“I don’t know, man, you’re the one that hit him! Do you think he’s—”

“No! I didn’t even hit him that hard, I swear!” the man cries, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just couldn’t take any more of his stupid jokes!”

If there was any doubt in Red Robin’s mind that they picked up Danny by mistake, it’s gone now. Yeah. If you get Danny, you get his stupid jokes, too.

He creeps closer. 

There’s some storage crates between him and Danny, if he can get behind there without being seen then that leaves him in a good position for when whoever’s next in takes out the guys at the front. He can’t do anything without them gone first, not without risking them taking shots inside and endangering Danny.

The man that hit Danny circles round behind him and grabs at his hands.

“What are you even doing, Pat? Who gives a shit, leave him alone.”

“I’m just checking! I just gotta see!”

“Fuck’s sake, guys, who cares? We just gotta get our money, that’s it—”

“And our helicopter!”

“And our—”

“Shit, I can’t find a pulse! Shit, Frank, I killed him, I—”

Jason told him once that when the Pits overtook him, he used to see green. Instead of blacking out, he’d be swimming in that putrid Lazarus colour and he’d slip into that rage and bad things would happen.

He’s heard of people seeing red, too, but really, he thinks that’s more of a literary device.

Tim doesn’t see anything aside from his targets.

A barrage of birdarangs take the guns from the guys at the front, the three around Danny startling badly enough that the guy that kil—that’s behind Danny—stumbles, losing his footing.

Only one of them shoots.

Amateurs. 

There’s a round of curses on the comms as the shots come through. Oracle must have turned them back on.

“Fucking hell—Nightwing and I are at the front, Red Robin, don’t worry about them.”

Red Robin’s barely listening.

He spins, kicking the largest guy in the stomach hard enough so that he doubles over, wheezing. Following through the movement, another kick lands on the side of his head and he’s down. 

The second one, Frank, gets his wits about him and raises his gun, spraying wildly. He’s a shit shot, going wide in panic, and Red Robin simply ducks and rushes forward, keeping low. Tackling the guy, he grabs the gun off of him and uses it to smash him across the face, once, twice, three times, before he stops moving.

“Oracle, get police and paramedics on scene, now.” Batman says, the displeasure in his voice evident. “Red Robin, Robin and I are coming in from the top.”

Pat hasn’t even made it up off the floor yet, scrambling backwards, fear plain on his face. 

Red Robin stands, breathing heavily, gun still in hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to do it! Please—please, don’t, please!”

Red Robin doesn’t kill.

Well, no, Red Robin doesn’t normally kill.

No, that’s not quite right, either.

Red Robin has killed. Red Robin will more than likely kill again. Red Robin sees no problem with killing.

The gun is up, pointing towards the guy without any real thought about it.

Footsteps rush behind him, the familiar heavy footfalls of Batman and Robin, so he doesn’t bother turning around. The gun follows the guy as he keeps pulling himself backwards, snot and tears mingling down his face.

“Red Robin,” Batman says, softly.

It’s always weird hearing Batman’s voice like that. It’s not the first time, obviously—Batman can’t use his scary intimidating voice on victims or children, after all—but having it used on him is weird. 

“Breathe.”

“He’s dead. They killed him.”

If hearing Batman’s voice was weird, Red Robin can’t even recognise his own.

Distantly, he realises he’s dissociating. There’s a tightness in his chest, it’s hard to breathe, a growing buzz drowns out any noise in his ears and he can’t think, he can’t—

A heavy hand squeezes his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. Batman reaches around and gently removes the gun from his grip, and Tim feels the instant loss of it. He should have done it, why hadn’t he done it?

Robin takes care of the last man, his crying cut off by a swift kick to the head. Nightwing and Red Hood join them, zip-tying the men on the floor and starting to drag them back to the entrance of the warehouse one by one.

No one says a word.

Shrugging off Batman’s hand, Tim moves towards the chair.

Shaking, he takes a deep breath and removes the sack. The small part of him that was left hoping it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be him, please dear God let it not be him, shatters.

Even dead, he looks peaceful.

Tim’s seen death. He’s no stranger to it, he’s seen what it can do to a person. There’s some blood coagulating over his eyebrows, but otherwise, he looks peaceful. Is that comforting? That he didn’t suffer?

Danny’s head lolls to the side as the sack comes completely away, his hair flopping over his eyes. Tim’s been on at him to get a haircut lately, he thinks it’ll be nice tidied up a bit, just on the sides. It’ll get rid of that permanent bedhead. Help him with job interviews, he’s got to be thinking about that now that he’s in his last year of college.

It’s about the only thing that’ll hold him back, Tim thinks. Danny’s brilliant. Any employer would be a fool to turn him down because of his shaggy hair, but employers are stupid so it makes sense to put your best foot forward and—

Tim falls to his knees.

Fuck.

He’s dead, he’s really—Danny’s skin is horribly pale, cold to the touch. Gone is his bright, cheerful smile. 

“Danny, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I—” 

He stops himself with a deep, shuddering breath. He can’t break down here, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

Instead, he tips forward to rest his head in Danny’s lap, arms curling around himself. They were too late. They got here as fast as they could and they were too late.

 “Danny, I’m so sorry…” he whispers. “I… I love you, I love you, I’m sorry.”

Dimly, he can feel the others standing around them. Someone crouches down beside him, resting a comforting arm over his back, but he doesn’t turn his head to see who it is. He squeezes his grip on Danny’s legs tighter.

“Come on, baby bird. Let’s—”

They’re interrupted by a huge, honking snore as Danny jerks himself awake.

Tim’s head snaps up, staring at Danny with wide eyes.

“You were asleep?” Red Robin springs up, several different emotions rapidly flip flopping through him.

“Wha… What?” Danny heaves a yawn, blinking blearily down at him. “Sorry, I’m just… they were shit kidnappers, man, really boring. Honestly, worst abduction yet.”

“You were asleep? I thought you were dead!”

“Not mutually exlusive, you know.” Danny says through another yawn. He rolls his neck around with an almighty crack and glances at everyone. “Didn’t think I’d warrant the whole Bat brigade, though…”

“The kidnappers thought they had Tim Drake.” Batman supplies, while Red Robin tries to work through the emotional whiplash.

“Ah, makes sense… wait.” Danny sits up suddenly, squinting at Red Robin. “Did you say you loved me?”

“No, of course not, why would I—”

“Tim? Is that—are you—are you Red Robin?”

“Everyone, hold the fuck up!” Red Hood shouts from the other side of the warehouse, having finished securing the perps to a streetlight outside. “Double R is dating Danny fucking Nightingale?”

Well, there goes his identity… Oh, who’s he kidding, Danny’s smart. There’s no way he could have salvaged that. This was not how he thought the night was going to go.

“Cranberry, is that you?” Danny twists in his chair, somehow delighted to see Red Hood rescuing him, too. “I thought I smelled you lurking about!”

“Shut it, you little shit. Since when were you dating this dweeb?”

“I’m sorry,” Red Robin pleads, hands in the air to try and slow down the onslaught of information and insults, “you two know each other?”

“Cranberry?” Nightwing echoes, looking as lost as Red Robin feels.

“Yeah, Cranberry—The Cranberries—zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie. Obviously. Also he’s wearing a big, fuck off red helmet.”

“Yeah, sure, makes sense.”

It’s about the only thing that does.

“And please don’t call my boyfriend a dweeb, Cranberry. Especially when he just said he loves me for the first time.”

“He only said it because he thought you were dead.”

“I am dead, so it counts.”

“Only half, so I’d say that puts you at a solid ‘like’. Tim’s—and savour this, Tim, because I’m only going to say it once—Tim’s intelligent, so I’m sure he’ll come to his senses soon.”

Danny just throws Red Hood such a shit-eating grin. A level of feral that Tim’s only seen before in Damian. 

“That’s what I used to say about Jazz, too.”

Hood scoffs in offence, and to be honest, Tim’s not sure where he should go from here. What the hell is happening, how do they know each other?

“Come on, is anyone going to untie me or am I really meeting your family mafia-style?”

“Do it yourself, Slimer.” Red Hood laughs, crossing his arms.

“Ugh, you suck so much. I’ll fucking slime you, just you wait. Can’t believe Jazz even likes you, I preferred it when she was dating Johnny.”

And then, without Danny doing anything other than muttering obscenities at Red Hood, the ropes fall to the ground. In one swift motion, Danny stands up and stretches himself to his full height of 5’6.

“All of you need to explain, now.” commands Batman, and honestly, Red Robin’s very much on his side of it.

“I can’t believe it… Jason and Timmy are both in secret relationships? That’s… How come no one told me?” Poor Nightwing sounds the most shocked out of all of them. He turns to Damian and clasps onto both of his shoulders. “You’re not secretly dating, are you, D? Please tell me you’re not, please tell me you’re single, please?”

Of course, Robin just clicks his tongue and pushes his hands away. Really, Red Robin doesn’t think that Nightwing’s in any danger of that happening, he’d be surprised if anyone could stand Robin enough to actually date him.

He shakes his head and turns to Danny, who’s staring right back at him, worry clear on his face.

Fuck, he... He's alive. He's really alive.

Tim pulls him into a bone-crushing hug, fingers buried deep in his NASA shirt. Tucking his face into the crook of Danny's shoulder, he laughs wetly with the joy of it. He's alive. He hasn't lost him. He's safe.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you before now, starshine, but…” Danny breaks the hug and softly pulls away from him to rise on his tiptoes to place a kiss his cheek. The skin burns cold where his lips touch. “I love you, too. Also, you’re gonna wanna sit down. This is going to be a lot.”

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Before Her Show

Pairing: Envy Adams x GN! Scott's Sibling! Reader.

Summary: Imagine being Scott's sibling and having a secret affair with Envy Adams.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Oral sex (fem receiving), backstage sex, Envy is kinda mean, cheating? (if you want to imagine Envy is with Todd).

Writing Time: 1 hour.

Word Count: 516.

Format: Kinktober Imagine, Day 4.

A/N:

Day 4 of Kinktober!I'm a lot more pleased with this than I thought I'd be. The prompt was such a bad one (that I made up) but I think I made it work really well. Please enjoy! Who's ready for the anime in November?

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.

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Imagine sneaking around with the World's biggest singer. Envy Adams had it all, everyone would die for less than half of what you got from her.

Sadly the sneaking around wasn't just to avoid bad press on the lead singer of the biggest Indie rock back ever, but so you didn't ruin your relationship with your brother. Scott was an asshole, but sleeping with the girl who broke his heart was just too much.

But there was something exciting with risking it all, it made your small quiet moments with Envy just all that more hot and loving. You loved the soft cuddles with Envy just as much as you loved the hard crazy fucking you'd both do too.

The way she would grab you suddenly back stage and drag you into her dressing room right before a show or interview because,

"I need something from you to keep me going, love.."

Imagine Envy locking the door before skipping past you and sitting herself down on her vanity table with her legs spread wide. You would stare at her in shock until you looked back at you with a glare, "I don't have all day brat!"

Yep, that was Envy for you.

Imagine moving down to your knees and moving over to Envy and taking hold of her thighs before placing a small kitten lick over her clothed cunt.

Imagine Envy wearing a white tank top, leather jacket and a black miniskirt. Always with a white thong to make it easier for you to pull her underwear to the side and get to work. Which you did, making Envy throw her head back and fist one hand into your hair and the other hand kept her balance on the top.

Imagine Envy pulling your hair gently and moaning as you devoured her folds. Her slick coated your face and tasted so sweet, you almost couldn't stop yourself. Her moans and shivers would make you hot and move one of your hands low to toy with yourself through your clothes.

It wouldn't take too long for Envy to cum. When she would, she would push your head away from her and slowly calm herself from her climax. You looked up at her eagerly, hoping today would be one of those rare days she's getting you off after you helped her out.

But alast, it was never one of those rare days. Envy fixed her clothes and kissed your cheek as she left the room, "See ya later honey! I've got a show to do."

Envy was so cruel.

[bluemirrorangel]

Dead poets' society ship headcanons feelings realisation + confessions 

these are mainly modern headcanons.

Anderperry:

 SO MUCH PINING

Todd kind of had a thing for Neil from the start but thought it was just admiration  until the scene where Neil promises to take care of him. 

And Neil always found Todd interesting but realised his feelings when Todd improv’d his poem in class.

I feel like they would have kissed after the play if they had the chance 

Wrote each other christmas cards over the winter break with sickeningly sweet messages in them.

Crazy amounts of pda, nothing huge but they're always touching each other; holding hands, arms thrown around the others neck, leaning on each other like they don’t have their own spines.

knarlie:

Charlie’d  had a crush on Knox ever since they met but assumed it would just go away naturally… it did not

Only realised how much he liked him when Knox met Chris

Tried so hard to be a  supportive best friend, would give Knox a pep talk and then go to his dorm and scream into his pillow 

The longing went crazy

Knox didn’t figure out he liked Charlie until after his relationship with Chris ended.

The moment he realised he liked Charlie he decided to woo the ever loving shit out of him.

Confessed to him at a dead poets society meeting.

The fun couple™ 

Mitts: 

Never got together officially just kind of figured out that they liked each other simultaneously and decided to go with it

Childhood friends

Always together

None of the other poets know about their relationship because they’ve always been like that

Only figure out how much they need each other when they graduate and get into  separate colleges 

Always paired up in every subject in school

They work better together because each one makes up for the other’s weakness

Chameron: 

As much as I love the idea that Cameron and Charlie used to be close pre-canon,

I personally believe their relationship has always been strained.

Cameron idolises Neil, because Neil was the only one who really made an effort to include him so Cameron would try and hang out with him as much as possible, that’s how he ended up meeting Charlie

Cameron has always liked Charlie and Envied him for how free he is (In my opinion Cameron has one of the biggest cases of eldest daughter syndrome i’ve ever seen.)

Charlie and Cameron become roommates and despite how badly they treat each other and how mean Charlie gets Cameron still does his hardest to take care of Charlie (i.e he helps Charlie with trigonometry even after Charlie’s spent the better part of an hour mocking him.) because he can not STAND the idea of being disliked by anyone.

Gets frustrated easily by Charlie because he feels like he’s wasting his potential.

Cameron realises how much he cares about Charlie because of the saxophone scene, he was genuinely taken aback by how talented and sincere he was being about something. 

Charlie has no idea he likes Cameron

 He's always been a little fixated on Cameron and  what started as thinly veiled concern quickly became resentment at Cameron’s refusal to have fun.

While Charlie makes fun of Cameron to get a reaction out of him it’s also to prove to himself that Cameron is still a teenager and not just some uptight golden boy with an inability to think for himself, he gets a strange sense of satisfaction from making Cameron loosen up and act human for once.

The closest they’re dynamic has ever come to banter was the back and forth they had  when Charlie told the other poets that his parents made him take clarinet lessons when he was younger.

It isn’t  until Cameron snitches on them that Charlie figures  his shit out, why Cameron’s betrayal  hurt him more than anyone else and that’s why he punches him.

Charlie knows he’ll get expelled but he does it anyway because he can handle liking an uptight, overly cautious, teacher's pet but he draws the line at sharing a room with a traitor, draws the line at loving a coward.  

Cameron doesn’t pine he yearns, yearns for someone he barely knew

He spends the rest of his years at Welton alone, grieving the death of one of his best friends and mourning the end of something that never even started.

The only way these two could ever have a happy ending together is if they went to therapy and if  Welton had a reunion.

leave a ship or fandom suggestions and I’ll do headcanons for them if you want :)

[dgaftilwedie]

SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF WAS FUCKING NUTS AND I WANNA BE ANNOYING N TALK ABT IT BC I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT OBVS XD

OKAY SO??? THE FACT THAT THEY LITERALLY SET UP THE FIRST EPISODE LIKE IT WAS GONNA BE JUST LIKE THE COMICS N THEN SCOTT "DIED"????? literally had me questioning fucking EVERYTHING i was watching that episode with the most quizzical look on my face?? also the fucking funeral scene was hysterical bc the way rammy n knives were abt to have a verbal face-off n envy's bitchass shows up n steals the whole show?? i have such a love-hate relationship with her.............

also lucas lee is fucking adorable and i love him :33 rammy becoming friends with roxie n making up with her after everything was something i really needed to see. cuz like for as much as i loved the movie n the comics, i feel like they could've done their relationship so much better. like seeing ramona take responsibility for hurting roxie made me so happy and im so glad they got a redemption arc.

ROXIE IS LITERALLY ME BTW??? her whole interaction with ramona n kim at the end kf the episodr was so silly N THE LEG LOCK HELLO????? also the way she walked off singing the HAMSTER DANXE SONG I LOCE HER

the toddlace thing was also so unexpected but holy shit?? i loved it. bi todd has been my fav headcanon for YEARSSSS and seeing jt happen right in front of my eyes?? WATCHING THAT EPISODE WAS SUCH A TRIP THO I CAN'T STOP QUOTING WALLACE'S "LINES? TRAILER?" BITS BC THEY'RE SO FUNNY

uhmmmmm what elseeeee OH YEAH young neil is a fucking goof n i love him, i really like that gideon (gordon ig 🙄) became like this not evil guy who just lived with julie n kicked it with lucas. the old scott stuff kinds fricked with me but i think it's cool that he became chill with the twins

LMFAOAO THAT SCENE AT THE END WHERE SCOTT'S TRTING TK FIGJRE OIT WHY HE CAN'T KISS RAMONA N HE TRIES TO FIGHT THE TWINS AND THEY'RE LIKE "our robot says we become bros in the future, so we have no intention of fighting you. see ya bro ;)" WAS SO SILLY

obligatory matt mention i love him he's so dumb i love that he took over gideon's entire empire only to turn around and change his mind :3 glad he got his broadway moment....... silly pirate headass

knives n stephen becoming the best brother/sister duo ever was so dope bc like. knives had someone to look up to n make music with n they had a lot of chemistry both personality wise n musically wise

my only critique is that i wanted more lisa ;^; i know she probably would've been out of place but it would've been cool if kim mentioned her to ramona and ramona interviewed her just like she did with her exes yknow :P she was one of my fav characters in the comics n she wasn't in the movie AT ALL so i was hoping she would've appeared in the anime, but alas 😞😞 i also kinda wanted to see where kim's love life went...... i know she's not the focus but she had undeniable chemistry with knives and that moment with roxie... i love that she's totally very queer and open to the idea of experimenting with girls n i wish that would've been expanded upon like how todd n wallace had their moment :33

other than that, i LOVED the anime. i love how we got baited into thinking it was just like the comics and i love what was done with it :3 it was such a goofy show and a lot of it was so jaw-droppingly surprising that i couldn't believe it, but it also had some really sweet, serious, n heart-warming moments which is something i really appreciate in a show :33 it's hard to keep watching something for so long but i binged the show in one day xD i'd give it a solid 9/10 (deducting points just for the sake of what i think was missing and how i don't recommend it for like "beginner" fans)

oki rant concluded!!!!!!! ^___^ there's so much more i wanna say but this is already sooooooo long as it is xD

[randomzed]

SCOTT PILGRIM SEXUALITIES!! (PLS DONT SLANDER ME) AND THESE ARE JUST WHAT I ASSUME AND ARE PRETTY MUCH HEADCANON!

I'VE READ THE COMICS, WATCHED THE MOVIE AND SERIES, CURRENTLY PLAYING THE GAME. (I'm on the area 6)

IM ALSO GONNA BE HONEST THAT MIGHT HARM SOME OF YALL

SPOILERS FOR THE COMICS, SHOW, GAME, AND MOVIE AHEAD!

Wallace - Gay - Because it's canon?

Roxie - Lesbian - I don't she's really shown attraction to men at all. Mainly the women in mostly the show since she's openly flirted with them.

Todd - DEFINITELY BISEXUAL - He hooked up with Wallace, and dated Envy?? And then cheated on her with Lynette, he's def a bisexual mess.

Ramona - Bisexual - She has seven exes, AND dated Roxie. And seems weirdly close to Kim in the comics? She is definitely bisexual, but probably prefers guys?

Stephen - Bisexual?? Or gay?? - He dated Julie, but I don't know if he genuinely still liked Julie that much. But he did date that one guy(I think his name was Joseph) in the comics, clearly enjoying the relationship and possibly gay now?

Kim - Bisexual - In the comics, she somewhat was questionably close to Ramona. And MADE out with Knives in the comics, ew. And in the game, you can see Kim date and kiss knives I'm pretty sure. But in the comics, she looks like she somewhat has little lingering feelings for Scott.

Scott - Bisexual? Or bicurious? - He probably prefers women. And I think he called Lucas Lee hot in the comics one time? And you CAN tell me that his relationship with Wallace is pretty questionable.. and Scott seems to admire Lucas in both the comics and the movie, maybe a boy crush situation? Still kinda gay though..

Also, I assume the others are STRAIGHT. This was a 2004 timeline, so I don't expect that much fruity ahh people.. but these are what I assume, you're safe to have your own opinions. Or comment on mine! But please be not negative ones.

My memory was kind of blurry when it came to the earlier volumes of the comic. So I might be wrong, please correct me if I am.

[laufire]

tell me more about the Bruce Wayne womb envy theory

LOL. alright then.

tbh this was mostly a joke, born from this post (+ probably influenced by the way one of my mutuals talks about david 8 in the alien prequels but that's neither here nor there xDD)

(david 8 character of all time though. I have mixed opinions on both of those films but he as the common thread uniting them is *chef's kiss*)

(also I don't really believe these men / "men" in david's case want to be pregnant but that's because I can't conceive of anyone wanting to be pregant if nature has spared them the ability to become so whether they choose to or not, but I acknowledge those are MY gender issues. bruce can have others if he wants xD)

but if I was to take it seriously and run with it, I'd relate it to how I can see bruce... wanting to have had his kids earlier in life. seeing them grow, getting to enjoy them in those early stages when they're cute and fully depend on you and don't argue back, etc. that desire would be tinted with guilt in dick's case and to a lesser extent tim's, I suppose. I've always seen dick's parents and the environment in the circus presented as a positive one for dick (I have yet to read any of that court of owls shit lol), but I do think the drake's were neglectful/emotionally distant/not people tim could rely on, just not in the way or to the extent fanon presents. otoh... well, there's an argument to be made that maybe the waynes and the drakes weren't so different, or were around the same place in the spectrum of parenting in terms of good versus bad (source: thomas backhanding bruce in batman #430), and that bruce might've had blind spots with them as a result. I have yet to read any comic where bruce judges the drakes parenting though I wouldn't be surprised if they did exist, cause he's hypocritical like that. either way, I think tim's not in the same place as dick in this scale of guilt vs. saviour complex lol.

meanwhile in jason's, cass's, and damian's cases, that wouldn't be an issue because he'd seen it as sparing them pain / saving them. which wouldn't be innacurate, although there's an argument about whether being raised by bruce would've fucked them up in other ways lol.

and ironically, I think bruce would feel this saviour complex the most with jason, despite his situation with the todds (no matter whether you believe they were shitty parents or just fellow victims of circumstance or something in between) being objectively not as much of a shitshow as being raised the way cain raised cass OR being raised within a cult with the expectation of eventually leading it, like damian.

I attribute this to how bruce's classism always made him perceive taking jason in and adopting as the act of saving jason, both from his situation and from jason's "fate" of becoming a violent criminal himself, while cass and damian came to be in bruce's care under different circumstances. and second, to how bruce perceives jason's abilities vis a vis cass's or damian's. cass and damian were trained, obviously weren't born knowing, but they are "prodigies", if only because of how young they started. bruce doesn't even seem to contemplate the possibility of them distancing themselves from the fight. moreover, jason was trained later and by him, specifically because bruce felt lonely, all of which would add a feeling of responsibility for jason's end. but most of all, due to his death (+ might makes right + just world fallacy + other such fun things), jason's abilities are perceived by bruce as lesser, and as less of an ~inherent part of him.

so, yeah, jason will always trigger his saviour complex in an extra fun way xDD

all of this to conclude that now I have this vision of bruce having a weird dream soon after jason's death where things are happy at home (his parents are alive in the dream, because that's a prerequisite for a happy one), and dick is a much younger kid than he was when they first met (it's sort of implied dick is also biologically his but not outright stated), and he's pregnant, and he knows it's with jason, who's safe and sound encased in bruce's body, where nothing can reach him.

(I wrote a bruce + grief fic very recently already but this idea is also tempting me now ñalsdjfasf)

[stitched-mouth]

Before Her Show

Pairing: Envy Adams x GN! Scott’s Sibling! Reader.

Summary: Imagine being Scott’s sibling and having a secret affair with Envy Adams.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Oral sex (fem receiving), backstage sex, Envy is kinda mean, cheating? (if you want to imagine Envy is with Todd).

Writing Time: 1 hour.

Word Count: 516.

Format: Kinktober Imagine, Day 4.

A/N:

Day 4 of Kinktober!

I’m a lot more pleased with this than I thought I’d be. The prompt was such a bad one (that I made up) but I think I made it work really well. Please enjoy!

Who’s ready for the anime in November?

Imagine sneaking around with the World’s biggest singer. Envy Adams had it all, everyone would die for less than half of what you got from her.

Sadly the sneaking around wasn’t just to avoid bad press on the lead singer of the biggest Indie rock back ever, but so you didn’t ruin your relationship with your brother. Scott was an asshole, but sleeping with the girl who broke his heart was just too much.

But there was something exciting with risking it all, it made your small quiet moments with Envy just all that more hot and loving. You loved the soft cuddles with Envy just as much as you loved the hard crazy fucking you’d both do too.

The way she would grab you suddenly back stage and drag you into her dressing room right before a show or interview because,

“I need something from you to keep me going, love..”

Imagine Envy locking the door before skipping past you and sitting herself down on her vanity table with her legs spread wide. You would stare at her in shock until you looked back at you with a glare, “I don’t have all day brat!”

Yep, that was Envy for you.

Imagine moving down to your knees and moving over to Envy and taking hold of her thighs before placing a small kitten lick over her clothed cunt.

Imagine Envy wearing a white tank top, leather jacket and a black miniskirt. Always with a white thong to make it easier for you to pull her underwear to the side and get to work. Which you did, making Envy throw her head back and fist one hand into your hair and the other hand kept her balance on the top.

Imagine Envy pulling your hair gently and moaning as you devoured her folds. Her slick coated your face and tasted so sweet, you almost couldn’t stop yourself. Her moans and shivers would make you hot and move one of your hands low to toy with yourself through your clothes.

It wouldn’t take too long for Envy to cum. When she would, she would push your head away from her and slowly calm herself from her climax. You looked up at her eagerly, hoping today would be one of those rare days she’s getting you off after you helped her out.

But alast, it was never one of those rare days. Envy fixed her clothes and kissed your cheek as she left the room, “See ya later honey! I’ve got a show to do.”

Envy was so cruel.

[connorswhisk]

Please excuse these ramblings of a madman:

Imagine an alternate universe where Lucas Lee doesn’t get kicked off the movie set so soon and so they eventually get to a scene where he kisses Envy Adams and Envy Actually Kinda Likes It™️and that drives Todd Ingram up the wall. After that the rest of it can be normal (Paparazzi fight, Lucas is fired, Todd takes the role, Wallace pulls him out the closet kicking and screaming etc.), BUT IMAGINE THE ADDED LAYER OF DRAMA

Lucas finally gets back at Todd (unintentionally or not) 10 whole years after he stole Ramona from him. The rivalry enhances times 1,000,000 which we all know means the romance enhances times 1,000,000

Alright ramblings done, back to grippy sock facility I go

i’ve already got a plot outline sitting in my google docs. i LOVE this idea

[kewlgayroommate]

i got one more. assuming scott and wallace kissed in college, this is kind of how I am playing it in my head. scott makes it a point to say he doesn't drink. In the scene with Wallace's friends, they ask if its 'due to a high moral grounding' and Wallace says 'no its because he's a pussy.'

this def feels like something Wallace would just say but what if when they kissed it was because of drinking. sometimes when we drink too much, we can do things we wouldn't normally. its kind of like the one responsible thing I see Scott doing consistently. except for a few exceptions. and of course, the drinking could also be a result of poor decisions made after the breakup with Envy. but because I am in my scollace feels I'm going this route.

but what if its less about not wanting to drink, but more about Scott unsure of how to check or control his own impulse's when he's under the influence. sober his impulses are questionable at best so I can't imagine its any better being actually drunk.

So what if when they kissed and Wallace got sparks, but Scott didn't, or he did but acted as he didn't. drunken kisses, kissing a straight dude already come with complications. but what if its because he thought scott didn't feel or get those sparks that sparks don't exist so it explains why he is so dismissive at todd when he says he felt them. 'There's no such thing' and its just him recalling his own bitter memory.

[mercedesvince]

Hello I’m Vince!!

I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader

Just a heads up that English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar or wrong use of words :(

RULES

This is meant to be a blog for x male or non-binary x readers

I will not write for female readers as of now (but might change in future)

I will only write for series listed below

no smut (I am not comfortable with that)

There are characters listed below underage, all characters will at least be aged up to teenagers, but even so I will only go as far as kissing

I will not write any sort of NSFW for any character under 18 (what i mean when i say NSFW I mean in a sexual way, things like cussing or slight violence I can do)

I can write angst, fluff or both

If you see a mistake in my writing please inform me on it so I can improve in future :)

If i missed a TW or you notice something i should let the readers know before reading PLEASE let me know, i’d hate for someone to be negatively affected by my writing

Please be nice and respect everybody and there wishes!!

SERIES & CHARACTER I WILL WRITE FOR

(If there is a character I have missed that is not on the list for a specific series and you would like a x reader for please ask and I will let you know whether or not I can write for them :))

South Park

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCornmick

Eric Cartman

Butters

Tolkien Black

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentis

Jason Gideon

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Like Alvez

Kate Callahan

Tara Lewis

Sam Cooper

Gina LaSalle

Beth Griffin

Jonathan Simms

Mick Rawson

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Julie Powers

Wallace Wells

Lucas lee

Gideon Graves

Matthew Patel

Todd Ingram

Young Neil

Roxy Ritcher

Stacy Pilgrim

Stephen Stills

My Hero Academia

Disclaimer I have not watched the series recently, so I do not have everything up to date and can only write up to season 4 :(

Anyone from Class 1A

Anyone from Class 1B

Any Pro Hereos

Any Villians

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki

Shun Kaido

Aren Kuboyasu

Aiura Mikoto

Kokomo Teruhashi

Reita Tortisuka

Riki Nendo

Kineshi Hairo

Chiyo Yumehara

Metori Saiko

Chisato Mera

Hunter X Hunter

Disclaimer I am only caught up on the series not the manga

Gon Freecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Hisoka Morrow

Chrollo Lucifer

Any Phantom Troupe Memebers

Ging Freecss

Any Zodiac members

Kite

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Michelangelo

Donatello

April O’neil

Stranger Things

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max mayfield

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

IT

Disclaimer I have been trying my best to see the second movie but I have only managed to watch the first so I can only write for things relevant in the first movie :(

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (earth 1610 & earth 42)

Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

Jessica Drew

Miguel O’hara

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Spider Noir

Penny Parker

MASTERLIST LINK

This Masterlist includes all works i’ve written on this blog so far!

That is all for now! Thank you so much for reading and feel free to request, I am new to tumblr so please feel free to let me know if I need to add or be more specific on something :))

[bl-bracket]

Bracket Statistics #4!

Here we go with some more bracket stats! Note: this is the comprehensive stats for the polls Poor Little Meow Meow, Green Flag, Most Whipped, Autistic Swag, Bisexual Swag, Babygirl, and Gender Envy. For the stats for the Best Kiss Bracket, check out my post here!

Also if you want to see a couple great posts breaking down the seeding for the Best Kiss and Gender Envy brackets, check out @gillianthecat 's great posts on it! (linked) I was thinking about doing a post on it myself, but they beat me to the punch with a much more organized post than what I was going to do!

There have now been 77 different dramas that have been in these brackets. 46 are from Thailand, 10 are from Japan, 4 are from China, 7 are from Taiwan, and 10 are from South Korea

Compared to the statistics before Gender Envy, there have been a total of 14 new dramas added, 8 from Thailand, 4 from Japan, 1 from Taiwan, and 1 from South Korea.

The new dramas are: Be My Favorite (Thailand), Dear Doctor I'm Coming For Soul (Thailand), First Love Again (South Korea), He's Coming to Me (Thailand), Kabe Koji Nekoyashiki Kun Desires to be Recognized (Japan), Love By Chance (Thailand), Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan), Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice But To Kiss! (Japan), Papa & Daddy (Taiwan), Secret Crush on You (Thailand), Step by Step (Thailand), The Novelist (Japan), Together With Me (Thailand), and Y-Destiny (Thailand).

There are now 160 individual characters who have been submitted. 104 were from Thailand, 16 were from Japan, 12 were from China, 11 were from Taiwan, and 17 were from South Korea.

There were 35 new characters in the Gender Envy Bracket. 23 were from Thailand, 6 were from Japan, 2 were from China, 2 were from Taiwan, and 2 were from South Korea.

The 23 new characters from Thailand were: Pear (2gether), Ink (Bad Buddy), Pisaeng (Be My Favorite), Uea (Bed Friend), Nuer (Cutie Pie), Tuaphee (Dear Doctor I'm Coming For Soul), James (Fish Upon the Sky), Med (He's Coming to Me), Oh-Aew (I Told Sunset About You/I Promised You The Moon), Tankhun (Kinnporsche), Tay (Kinnporsche), Pete (Love By Chance), Alan (Moonlight Chicken), Eugene (Not Me), Khaojao (Secret Crush on You), Sky (Secret Crush on You), Ae (Step by Step), Jaab (Step by Step), Waree (The Eclipse), Fai (Together with Me), Talay (Vice Versa), Kaeng (Y-Destiny), and Nuea (Y-Destiny).

The 6 new characters from Japan were: Mamoru Nekoyashiki (Kabe Koji Nekoyashiki Kun Desires to be Recongized), Hashimoto (Kieta Hatsukoi), Shintaro (Minato Shouji Coin Laundry), Sasaki Mugi (Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice But To Kiss!), Takara (Takara Kun to Amagi Kun), and Rio Kijima (The Novelist).

The 2 new characters from China were: Xie Wang (Word of Honor) and Zhou Zi Shu (Word of Honor)

The 2 new characters from Taiwan were: Amber (DNA Says Love You) and Jerry (Papa & Daddy)

The 2 new characters from South Korea were: Yoo Sinbi (First Love Again) and Yoon Won (The Eighth Sense)

If we include characters who have been in multiple brackets, 171 were from Thailand, 23 were from Japan, 19 were from China, 16 were from Taiwan, and 27 were from South Korea

58 of all unique characters have been in more than one poll (opposed to 47 before). The most amount of times a characters has been in a bracket is 5, which includes Pat (Bad Buddy), Prapai (Love in the Air), and Jang Jaeyoung (Semantic Error).

The drama with the most amount of characters is now Kinnporsche: The Series with 8 characters (Kinn, Kim, Pete, Porsche, Porchay, Tankhun, Tay, and Vegas). The drama with the second most amount of characters is Not Me: The Series with 7 characters (Black, Dan, Eugene, Sean, Todd, White, and Yok)

Gun Attaphan still has the most characters (3) (Black, White, Third), but First Kanaphan has now joined him with 3 characters as well (Akk, Alan, Yok). The other actors with multiple characters are: Earth Katsamonnat (Seeiw, Intouch), Force (Akk, Gun), Fluke Gawin (Pisaeng, Dan), Gemini (Tinn, Heart), Khaotung (Gaipa, Ayan), Louis (Meen, Thua), Love (Pear, Pa), Mix (Win, Wen), Off (Khai, Sean), Phuwin (Pi, Nuengdiao), Satang (Sound, James), and Zorzo (Ae, Tiffy).

Zorzo and Love are the first actresses to have multiple characters they've played be in the brackets

We've gone from 4 female characters, to 12! (Pear, Ink, Pa, Hashimoto, Tiffy, Eugene, Choi Yuna, Ae, Waree, Yoon Won, Fai, and Manow) and now 2 nonbinary characters*! (Yoo Sinbi and Satsaki Mugi)

*that's based on what I've read in the propaganda and the tags, I'm not 100% certain if it's correct as I haven't gotten to watch either drama yet

[joyce-stick]

I didn't like Scott Pilgrim Takes Off all that much. I feel like elucidating on why, a little bit. so. Anyway.

First, letterboxd review I wrote within a few hours of finishing the show (read this first please):

So, I read all of the comic (finally) prior to watching Takes Off. Having seen the movie several times before, I found the comic interesting in how it develops its characters further over a longer timeframe and ties up a few loose ends that the movie sort of left open in weird ways that don't make sense. Ramona has more agency, Knives shows more maturity, Scott and Ramona are more explicitly on equal footing and make for better foils for each other in the comic than in the movie. Scott regrets his life choices and runs away for a while. Ramona regrets her life choices and also runs away. They both come back and beat up Gideon together with, y'know, mutual agreement that they both kinda equally suck and deserve each other and are going to both try to get better for themselves and one another and it's fine

It's not like, groundbreaking feminist storytelling, but it sure is a lot MORE gender equal than the movie which just goes like. Ramona is mind controlled! Scott must save her! Scott beats up Gideon sorta unilaterally (with a little bit of help) and then gets Ramona because he does! It's okay. It's fine. I mean, both the movie and the comic are fine. The movie is a hyperinventive visual feast and a stellar adaptation as far as faithfully replicating its source material in the target medium. I love it. Anyway.

Both the comic and the movie are fairly complete stories which really don't need more elaborating on. They're done. They exist. People either like them, or hate them, and have been discoursing on them for years. People discuss how bad of a person Scott is or isn't, or how transgender of a reading you can apply or not apply to Scott.

(I mean, you can! You're allowed to!)

It's all well-worn. And stuff. I don't know that Scott Pilgrim is a trans girl. I mean, it's plausible fanfiction. You can do it if you like. I wish that Takes Off had played with that idea, instead of what it did do, or, in addition to what it did do? And what it did do is just. Weh?

Weh.

Okay where do I start. Um.

spoilers for Takes Off below this point

Takes Off starts by taking Scott out of the picture. He is assumedly presumably made dead. Coined. Whoo.

Okay so obviously Scott isn't actually dead, he comes back later, but him being presumed dead for a bit does open the door to the rest of the cast to get some attention. Which you'd think would be good. Alright. So, we have Matthew Patel, still here. He's an incel, it turns out. Beats Gideon in a fight being like "man I got the bigger dick here." Wins totally! Okay! The league of evil exes is all either like "wow good going Matt" or "man screw this shit" and leaves. That's amusing for a minute.

Roxy shows up for an episode, fights Ramona, and is like "YOU LEFT ME RAMMY! I HATE YOU!" And we get some delicious flashbackiness to their relationship, and they kinda reconcile. Then Roxy kisses Kim, and is like "nah I don't care Kim" and dips. Yay.

The fight between Ramona and Roxy is well animated and fun to watch. I enjoyed it. It's alright.

What else... Um, Gideon has a backstory! Gideon isn't even his real name! And he's become the mega incel that he becomes because he got rejected by some girl in high school and this turned into his supervillain origin story. Okay

Lucas Lee does skateboarding and skateboards some paparazzosi to coindeath! Go him! That is genuinely a fun sequence and I enjoyed it, I guess

Wallace Wells seduces Todd Ingram and they have a lot of hot gay vegan sex! He and Envy Adams sorta fight about it! How wacky! Okay

The Katayanagi Twins get some speaking lines in this show! Their robot (which appeared in the comic but not the movie if I remember right) is around. Um.

Julie! Julie is an old school friend of Gideon. She lets him stay at her house. Gideon/Gordon and Lucas Lee do some bro shit. Cool man

All of this is like, fine, and fun, and stuff. I'm fine with it. I liked it. I enjoyed it. Oh and I guess there's a meta subplot about the Scott Pilgrim movie becoming the Scott Pilgrim movie but failing to become the Scott Pilgrim movie because the actors keep having too many video game fights on the movie set

Okay so this is all stuff that Ramona finds out or sorta bumbles into while looking for Scott, who she's surmised has disappeared and is not actually dead. Of course, Scott is not actually dead. He's just been kidnapped and displaced in time by an older version of himself, who is having a midlife crisis because his relationship with Ramona is going badly and he wishes that it had never happened, so he kidnaps young Scott to make it so that it never happened. This does not really work. Also future Ramona does some of her own intervening in the past to counter the plot of future Scott. She has Delorean rollerblades that time travel at 88 miles per hour *rolls eyes*

Anyway, then older older Scott has a fight with younger younger Scott, future Ramona intervenes and merges with younger Ramona to become a super form Ramona and they're just like "my beloved Scott, please, just go back to the future and sort out our marriage, like a responsible adult," he is teleported back to the future, all the exes are not coinexploded, and we get a final scene implying that Julie and Gideon/Gordon are planning something which will lead into a second season, and I don't know why

Why is any of this?

I could analyze it. I could try to tell you why any of this is. But like. I really can't. I don't know.

None of this really advances or develops the characters in any way that wasn't already adequately explored in the existing material. Like, Roxy's hangup over Ramona is fleshed out a bit more, sure, and that's the part of the show I really liked, but... is there anything to that? Does it add anything to Roxy's character that we didn't already know? Not really. We could already pretty easily infer from the comics that Ramona left Roxy, just like she left all her exes, and that Roxy is mad about it. Is it nice that they talk about it? I guess. Sure. It's nice to have a version of that conversation without Scott being the third wheel. But does it meaningfully change her character?

...No

And this is the same for all the characters. Our understanding of Matthew Patel and Gideon Graves is not particularly deepened by their incel dickmeasuring fight, or Gideon's origin story about getting rejected in high school. Our understanding of Lucas Lee is not especially enhanced by the newly revealed detail that he's a headache for his agent because of his reckless wild free devil may care skater dude attitude causing PR risks. Our understanding of Wallace Wells is not amazingly additioned by seeing him seduce Todd Ingram and piss off Envy Adams. Our understanding of Knives doesn't change when she learns how to play music and gets along with Kim and Stephen... And such and so forth.

And our understanding of Scott does not meaningfully change, either. There's really no radically new character interpretation to be drawn from "Scott divorces Ramona and then tries to undo his past". That's just kind of a thing you'd figure he'd do. And of course Ramona would try to set him straight! And look for him! And. Yeah

So yeah, Takes Off feels like, almost, the definition of that phrase that Dan Olson used in that one video

"No meaning, only lore."

I cannot fathom why this show exists other than that Netflix wanted a Scott Pilgrim show, and Bryan Lee O'Malley decided to pitch one because he's sure as hell not got any other big hit comics being cross-media franchises right now, and the plot that ended up being there feels like his end of the entire writing process was spent wracking his brain, fighting for his life to come up with a reason, any reason, to write more of fucking Scott Pilgrim

And the best he could come up with was, I guess, Scott has a midlife crisis, and also more superfluous character detail, and the fanservice angle of getting to see Ramona fight Roxy, or Gideon fight Matthew, or Lucas Lee skateboard more

I had a lot of fun seeing all that but I don't know why I watched it. I don't know who wanted this. And I definitely don't know who wants a second season of this. Who would want more of this? The season we do have was already grasping for straws to do more with this setting and these characters as it was. What would they even do?

Anyway. If I was gonna rewrite this and write this smarter. I'd probably tell y'all about the moment when Young Neil is trying to write a screenplay, and some mysterious figure (later revealed to be future Ramona) shows up in his room and types up the screenplay for the Scott Pilgrim movie for him. And then he wakes up, the screenplay is on his desk, and he's like "WHOA I don't remember writing this! I totally wrote this!"

And I'd say, if I were trying to be smart and write some smart video essay analogy in a better more polished review, that Takes Off feels like Bryan Lee O'Malley wished that the script for the show would similarly emerge fully formed from nowhere from the future for him.

Or something.

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