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hellodaydream1111111111111111 · 3 months ago

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More HxH headcanons!

Leorio has had a mullet.

Hisoka shows up at illumi's window frequently.

Mike sheds his summer coat all at once but he still loses a lot of fluff, Illumi uses so many lint rollers it's insane.

Killua and the gang buy random phone numbers on Craigslist to bully Illumi and whenever he gets these texts, he kicks his feet like a little girl.

Silva told all the other Zoldycks not to buy Killua a birthday present so he could seem like the best dad ever and comfort his son when the rest of the family “forgot”

Kikyo is a flat earther.

Hisoka finds Illumi’s hair everywhere in his apartment.

Hisoka is actually a natural ginger but he covers up his freckles with texture surprise and dyes his hair.

Milluki hates Killua because in his eyes his brother took everything from Illumi (he did but it wasn't his fault) and he knows Illumi won't hate him so he feels like he has to do it for him.

Milluki is always worried about Illumi because well... He's Illumi.

Milluki and Illumi flip each other off if they pass by each other in the hallway.

Chrollo spams Illumi with texts equivalent to “Quit your job, join my emo band”

Whenever Illumi returns from an especially long mission, Kikyo picks him up when she hugs him.

Zeno gave up his role as head to Silva on the condition he got a say in what happened to Killua, he doesn't care about any of the other kids and won't do anything about Silva being a terrible human being as long as it doesn't affect Killua.

Illumi talks about his siblings so much (Especially Killua but that was implied) that sometimes Hisoka feels like he’s dating a single mom.

Illumi loves his mother but secretly feels that he would be a better fit as Killua’s mother despite being a man.

Zeno constantly makes fun of Silva for letting Kikyo dress their sons up as little girls and “Giving in to his woman”

Since the Zoldycks are immune to poisons, Kikyo wears dresses in authentic scheele’s green and to build up tolerance the Zoldycks would give their children toys painted with it.

When Killua was little, Illumi used to just sit on his bed and watch sleep all night; gently stroking his hair every now and then.

Kikyo is manic, she hurts her children and then cries about them being hurt while bandaging them up.

Kikyo’s mood changes rapidly, with Illumi she is jealous of him and berates him half the time and is the most supportive mother the other half.

Not really a headcanon but if Illumi can sharpen his nails like Killua, which I assume he can, I feel bad for Hisoka though he probably enjoys it.

Illumi can crack all his joints and it freaks Milluki out.

The Zoldyck siblings are mad creative with insults.

Kalluto has 3 dads and none of them are Silva (Chrollo, Phinks and Illumi)

Illumi is very nitpicky once he comes out of his shell.

Hisoka and Illumi have specialty weapons that are a lot higher quality for when they eventually fight each other.

One time Illumi was in a really good mood and got way too excited to see Mike, the giant beast had lipstick stains all over him.

Illumi tried to summon a demon because Hisoka told him he needed a hobby and he wasn’t sure what to do, Chrollo happily volunteered as the sacrifice.

Illumi enjoys embarrassing his siblings.

The phantom troupe members always ruffle Kalluto’s hair when they walk by him.

Hisoka blasts music while getting ready and Illumi smashes dishes to drown out the sound because he thinks Hisoka’s music is trashy.

Illumi has all of his siblings baby teeth in a jar on his nightstand.

One time Gon tried to make his own orange juice but he added salt instead of sugar to it and cried.

Kalluto knows fan language and uses it on Zushi who is absolutely oblivious.

Illumi organizes when he’s stressed but eventually he runs out of things to organize som he goes into Milluki’s room and cleans. Milluki used to get pissed but now he’s found out that he can pretend he did it an only gets slightly annoyed.

Kalluto and Illumi have a long standing game where Kalluto will try to land a hit on Illumi as he goes about his day to day, he’s only be successful four times and usually ends up getting held upside down by his feet.

Hisoka actually has a lot more aura than it seems, he just uses a lot of it on bungee gum to keep his ridiculous outfits in the right places.

Illumi throws pins around his room when he’s bored but it drives Milluki nuts because they share a wall.

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yoditopascal · 1 year ago

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Heat of the Moment (Part Three)

summary: ‘Adopted daughter to police chief Jim Hopper, Shea has a hard enough time fitting in at Hawkins high, throw in monsters, meddling kids, and alternate dimensions into the mix and she’s not sure how she’ll survive.’

content warning: some angst, character deaths, period-typical racism, period-typical sexism, canon-typical violence, possible smut later on??? (honestly we’ll see), cussing, mutual pining, found family, drug use, this is a reader insert but I hate using y/n so your nickname is ‘Shea’

a/n: Whole lotta dialogue in this chapter, next one will have more action I promise!

Previous Chapter//Next Chapter

The Kids Are Not Alright

Slamming the door behind her Shea huffed as she tried her anger to subside

Stupid Steve Harrington and his big ass mouth.

Shaking her head she steeled herself and went back to the task at hand. Calling her sister to make sure she was alright.

Dialing the number the phone rang four times with no answer. She could feel in the pit of her stomach that something wasn’t right and just as she was about to hang up, grab her keys, and drive her happy ass down there herself a sleepy voice answered the phone.

“ Hello?” They said

“Jonathan?” Shea asked, she knew his voice anywhere, besides Robin and Eddie he had been one of her only friends in high school.

“Yea hey, Shea what’s up?” He sounded a little high but that was normal for him nowadays.

“Is El there I-uh I wanted to talk to her, make sure she’s alright” Shea didn’t wanna sound like that it was urgent, even though it was, just in case like Steve said the situation wasn’t about the upside down. She really didn’t want to get El involved in any more shit than she had to be in.

“Oh I’m sorry she went out with Mike and Will a while ago, they went to the roller rink or something like that,” he said with a yawn

“That’s fine c-can you tell her I called though,” she said rubbing the back of her neck anxiously as she stood on her heels..

“Sure man, is everything ok? You sound kinda upset” he asked sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yeah just- yeah I miss her is all. How’s she doing?” she sniffed

“I don’t really know. She says she’s fine but you know how El is.”

“Yeah I know, stubborn just like Dad.”

“That she most definitely is.”

“Between you and me I think she might be getting bullied,” Jonathan said as he lowered his voice as if just speaking about it would conjure up the young teen.

“What?” Shea almost shouted.

“She won’t really tell us anything about it but Will notices things and I don’t think she gets it”

“Who the hell is it Jonathan? Is it someone from her class? Do I need to come up there?” Shea said trying her best to keep her anger in check but failing miserably.

“Whoa slow down there Rambo! I don’t think your dad would be too happy with you beating up a kid in another state even if it is for your sister” Jonathan reasoned trying to get her to calm down

“Yeah well, they should know better than to be messing with her.”

“I’m sure they will, El just has to stick up for herself”

“Does she even know how? She’s never had to before, not like this” Shea said still agitated

“She’s capable Shea, you gotta give her a chance”

“I know she is but-“

“I get it big sister genes are kicking in”

��Yeah… she’s all I got Jonathan” Shea said as she wiped at the tears that threatened to spill from the corner of her eyes.

“I know and besides us here you’re all she’s got so stop stressing yourself out so much.”

“I’ll try” Shea chuckled

“Argyle is here I gotta get going” Oh right Jonathan’s cute stoner friend she met last Christmas

Oooh, tell him I said heeey.”

“Don’t be gross, I’ll talk to you later” Jonathan laughed with a snort

“Yeah, you too.”

Bursting through the door, Dustin and Max raced up to the front counter of the video store.

“Steve!” Dustin cried sounding almost desperate

“Henderson, you see this shit?” Steve asked pointing to the news on tv.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asked completely ignoring the question.

“Someone was murdered,” Steve said incredulously, sometimes Dustin could be so insensitive

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin repeated

“Two, technically three of you count Keith’s in the back but Shea is using it why?” Robin

“Three works,” Max said looking back between Dustin and Robin's face as serious as ever.

“Dude! What is going on?!” Steve shouted as Dustin knocked down tapes as they hopped the counter.

I’m setting up a base of operations!” Dustin explains as he sets himself up at the rental store computer, tapping away at the keys as he goes.

“Base of operations? For what?!”

“Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers!”

“Oh yeah, your new best friend Eddie who you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game. Seriously, what is it with everyone and that guy!” Steve said, sounding almost as if he was jealous. Ok, he was a little bit jealous but so what!

“Guys seriously were a little busy right now, Shea’s in the back probably still upset, can’t this wait” Robin asked already tired of Steve and his antics, if he wanted to argue with Dustin he needed to do it somewhere else because she was done with him today.

“Shea’s here?” Max asked sounding surprised

“Yeah she came in here crying about him earlier, she’s looking for that freak too” Steve rolled his eyes

“She wasn’t crying but she probably is now thanks to you” Robin fired back with her arms crossed

“I said I was sorry!” Steve shouted back.

“Yeah well you can shove you’re sorry ina sack and get f-“ Shea said as she reappeared from the back she was cut off by Dustin who put his hands up in the air clearly fed up with whatever was going on between her and Steve already.

“Look whatever’s going on with you two I need you to squash it like yesterday!”

“Max, can you fill them in while I do this?” Dustin asked ignoring how the two young adults looked down at the ground like they were being scolded by a parent and went back to typing away on the computer.

“Fill us in on what?” Shea asked, finally looking up to meet Max’s concerned gaze.

“This is gonna sound crazy but I think something happened at Eddie’s trailer last night” she started

“Yeah no shit it’s all over the news” Steve interrupted again.

“I mean like upside down crazy shit. I saw him and Chrissy Cunningham go into his trailer last night then all the lights and shit in the whole park flickered and I saw him hightailing it outta there in his van!” She said as she remembered all the lights flickering around her and how it had all reminded her of the mall and Billy and… Max swallowed hard trying not to get lost in her own thoughts, they needed her here and focused.

“Chrissy Cunningham?” Steve questioned incredulously as if anyone like Chrissy would be caught dead hanging around someone like Eddie.

“Oh shit”

“I told you!” Shea shouted matter-of-factly poking Steve right in his broad chest.

Steve shoved her hand off before flipping her the bird which she returned as the four of them spent the next hour calling around asking if any of Eddie’s friends had seen or heard from him while Steve continued to work and flirt with customers but to their chagrin no one had. One person Max spoke with suggested they call Reefer Rick, he was Eddie’s supplier and he often crashed there when he didn’t want to be at home but no one knew his address or his real name to look up.

“I think I might have a lead,” Max said as she hung up the phone turning towards the others as she spoke.

“Seriously?” Shea asked from her spot on the floor, phone between her crossed legs.

“Yeah so apparently Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there,” she said crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on the counter behind her

“Great! So where’s he live?” Robin asked as she hopped up from her spot beside Shea stretching as she stood ready to head out.

“That’s the thing no one knows, he kinda like a legend” Max finished explaining with a long sigh.

“Well, what about a last name?” Dustin asked hopping off the counter he was sitting on and jumping back up to the computer

“Bet the cops know” Steve threw in his two cents

“Really Steve?” Shea asked ready to punch him by now, he hadn't helped them look for shit and now here he was bringing up Eddie and his friends being criminals again.

“I mean, if he’s a drug dealer then he had to have been busted at some point so he’s probably in the system”

“The cops? Seriously” Dustin was talking Shea’s side on this one.

“Just ignore him that’s what I’ve been doing,” Shea said as she turned her back to Steve turning her attention back to Dustin on the computer.

“Just say what you want to say, Steve, you think Eddie’s guilty don’t you?” Dustin rolled his eyes at his friend

“Whoa, I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit I just, yknow, I don’t think we should rule anything out is all I’m saying,” Steve said as he leaned over the counter trying to act cool.

“That’s exactly what we’re trying to do here Steve” Max was now starting to get agitated too

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend-“ Dustin started loudly

“I wasn’t-“ Steve tried to interrupt but Dustin continued

“ and more time helping us try to find Eddie!” he finished with a huff as he turned back towards to computer as if the answer would just pop up on the screen with a frustrated groan he dropped his head down onto the counter with a thud.

“I have an idea!” Robin says hopping up from the floor and over to the computer

“What are you doing?” Max asks

“Maybe we don’t need a last name,” Robin said as she started to look up every customer they've rented out to named Rick.

“See twelve Ricks already have accounts here,” She said pointing to the screen as the rest of the group crowded around her.

“That's a lot of Ricks,” Shea said with a sigh

“So let's narrow it down,” she said beginning to click through each of Rick’s rentals, trying to decide whose past rentals would match a would-be drug dealer.

“Rick Alderman’s latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo, what are the chances our Rick has a family?” she asked

“Not likely” Dustin answers

“Ok, so how about Rick Conroy? Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, and Romancing the Stone?”

“No” everyone including Steve agreed at once

“Rick Joiner. Mask, Footloose, and Grease."

“Nah,” Shea said

“Rick Lipton, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Cheech & Chong’s Next Movie, Cheech & Chong’s Nice Dream, Cheech & Chong’s Up in Smoke.”

“Bingo.” Max chuckled lightly

“Lipton?” Steve asked as if the name sounded familiar to him.

“Spelled like the tea. Looks like the address is 2121 Holland Rd.”

“That’s out by Shea’s place by Lover’s Lake,” Dustin said as Robin pulled up the address on the screen

“Yeah the middle of nowhere” Steve agreed

“The perfect place to hide.”

tag list: @imatrisk @spoonflix @elitesanjisimp @sadbitchfangirl

#heat of the moment masterlist #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black reader #eddie munson x black!reader #heat of the moment

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spidey-bie · 1 year ago

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Ansi & Hobie

–Part 4

Once again I torture myself by writing the sweetest and most teeth rotting stuff while completely ignoring their depressing lore.

PDA:

Are they fine with PDA? Or do they like to keep it private?

I'd like to say they keep it private but Ansi can't keep his hands to himself for nothing. He's so stoic and shy when it comes to everyone else but the minute Hobie is in the room her whole personality does a 180.

What are cuddles like for them?

Diabetes inducing. Please stop it before I pass out. Both of their arms are completely wrapped around the other. I HATE THEM SO MUCH.

Laying all over each other. Limbs entangled. Hobie throwing his whole body weight over Ansi getting a faceful of titties. I WISH IT WAS ME.

Occasionally they both stare into each other eyes and burst out laughing over absolutely nothing. But all in all they always make sure that they're facing one another whenever they cuddle. SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP Y'ALL ARE DISGUSTING.

What are their kisses usually like? Who goes for kisses first?

It's like 50/50. Both of them initiate non lip kisses all the time. They both do this thing where if they see the other they'll run up, give a quick peck of the forehead or cheek, and then run back and pretend like nothing happened. (Also whenever Ansi is on Hobie's back she'll kiss his neck.)

Do they hold hands a lot?

Nope. They don't hold hands at all. They like to link arms or hold other body parts while walking or lying together.

Random:

What's a secret they keep between them?

Nobody in HQ knows that they've met before when they were younger. Only a small group of people know Ansi's canon events.

What's a secret they know about the other?

Ansi has only ever sung in front of Hobie. She's a very good singer but she wants to keep it to herself. Hobie is more emotional than what he lets on and Ansi is one of the few people to ever see him break down.

Do they hide anything from each other?

Ansi definitely shares more than he probably should. But Hobie doesn't mind. He also doesn't have anything that he feels the need to hide. But he doesn't over share like Ansi does.

Does either fear losing the other?

Yes. They were separated once before already. They know it probably won't happen again but still.

Have they ever 'broken up' or lost contact?

Aside from when they were kids nope.

Do they playfight or playargue?

Play fight for sure.

Don't disrupt them or you'll get hurt or worse chewed out by Ansi. Neither of them use anything aside from their raw strength and the longest they've gone in for was 2 hours.

They're no longer allowed to do it at HQ if they're not training. Too many people looking from the outside thought they were fighting fr and tried to separate them which led to accidents.

What's one thing your OC can do that Hobie can't?

Dance, Sing Cook. Also computer programming. Hobie is great with machinery and building but he only knows a few things about computer science.

What's one thing Hobie can do that your OC can't?

Ansi is great at a lot of things but he can't make connections with people like Hobie can.

How big is their height difference? How do they feel about it?

Oh Ansi terrorizes Hobie everyday for being tall. Ansi is 5'4 but 5'6 with his Doc Martens on. He'll laugh every time Hobie has to duck or bend down to avoid bumping his head. And then he'll laugh whenever Hobie inevitably does hit his head due to his height. She will not stop climbing this man. Calls him her personal jungle gym and if he doesn't like it just grow shorter. It's okay though because Hobie is also a bully is equally as bad. Ansi'll call Hobie over to get something and he'll pick it up and put it back down.

"You said get it, not hand it to you."

"Bite me."

"Maybe if I did you'd gain some height."

(He got smacked and then proceeded to tease her for having to get on her tip toes to reach his head. Leading to them wrestling.)

(A/N: I've never wanted to be in a physical relationship. BUT CUDDLES HAVE ME FEELING SOME KIND OF WAY.)

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#Ansi and her Bie #head in hands #im so aroace #but i love love SO MUCH #hobie x oc #ansiniya taratella #ansi taratella #my spidersona #spidersonas #spidersona #jay and the spiders

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sweetcloverheart · 2 years ago

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Clover Rants Miraculously: Lila’s chronic bias consistency

I feel like the issue when it comes to Lila and her lies isn’t so much characters very easily believing her (I mean - it’s annoying, yes, but they’re running on kid show “lesson of the week” logic in those situations, so they get somewhat of a pass) - it’s the consistency of how often her lies are taken at face value, especially in situations where there should be some doubt at least? I get Marinette’s supposed to be the “Dogged levelheaded person who isn’t swept up in Lila’s deception and must persevere despite no one believing her” in the scenario, but she genuinely can’t really be the only one?

Alya thinking Marinette is being overly hostile towards Lila because of Adrien during “Chameleon”? Absolutely fair - Marinette has been openly jealous towards girls who show interest in Adrien before, and while she doesn’t take it to Chloe-levels of aggression, she’s shown she will often jump to hasty conclusions or go farther than she should when the boy’s involved. Plus Lila hasn’t openly done anything aggressive or harmful, so it stands to reason she’d give her the benefit of a doubt. Alya still thinking this even after “Gang Of Secrets” has her learn Marinette is Ladybug - Girl WTF? You’ve seen and experienced what happens when Hawkmoth thinks someone is connected to Ladybug and know Marinette has issues with lying/dishonesty - and yet somehow you didn’t connect the dots of “Marinette dislikes Lila and calls her a liar” and “Lila claims to be Ladybug’s best friend”? How does it not occur to her that Marinette’s dislike of her superhero-self’s “bestie” does not directly involve Adrien (especially now that her crush on Adrien has been transferred to Chat in season 5)? or at the very least question Marinette on why she’s so hostile towards someone she’s supposedly friends with in her secret identity’s life! You’d think if she was that concern/exasperated about the other girl’s behavior and wants her to see how “nice” Lila actually is, she’d sit her down and try to get to the root of what the issue is.

The class believing Lila on her fake environmental project with her “friend” Prince Ali in “Heroes Day” without question? Understandable - Wilder stuff has happened in their lives on the daily. Their currently out-of-country (to their belief) classmate teaming up with royalty to help fight pollution would not be the most outrageous thing to happen to them. Rose, who is in canon Ali’s friend and frequently exchanges letters with him, believing this without question - How? Did she assume Ali and Lila just hit it off during one of their off days and that he simply forgot to mention it in his last message to her? Or question him not telling her about the project either? Granted, I can assume he wouldn’t write down everything he did throughout the day/plans for the month, but you’d think Rose would have raised her hand after Marinette’s outburst and go “Actually, she’s right. Also, Ali never mentioned an environmental project to me. Are you sure you’re talking about him Lila?”.

A few people in class believing Lila’s lies about Marinette bullying her/tricks to make her look bad and pushing her down the stairs in “Ladybug”? A bit frustrating, but okay - they didn’t see what happen, and again, Lila doesn’t act openly hostile or cruel while Marinette has be consistent in her clear dislike of the former. A reasonable mistake to make if you aren’t the audience/didn’t have context for what occurred. Everyone, from Bustier to the dustmotes in the air, not only believing Lila, but also immediately jumping to have Marinette expelled without a proper investigation of events or even calling the supposed victim’s mother and getting her to the nurse considering she was apparently thrown down a set of large steps (and yet is somehow coherent and well enough to still walk around) - ...Seriously? They all just...believe Marinette’s tried to assault someone in broad daylight? Not a single person in the school went “Hey wait a minute - that doesn’t sound like something Marinette would do! Lila’s obviously lying.”. No one thought it was strange that Marinette, who’s worse response to her own bullying has been to call her bully useless, apparent hates Lila (and her apparent threat to her future with Adrien) so much that she threw her down an entire flight of stairs? No one thought to defend Marinette’s integrity when she was accused of cheating on a test? Or of stealing Lila’s things (especially considering what happened in “Rogercop” when Chloe went around accusing people of stealing her bracelet). No one is asking “Did Marinette actually do this?” And even then, Lila immediately invalidates herself and her case by making up that “Liar’s disease” to get her back into school - that should have had the teachers immediately looking into Lila’s other stories and her “prolonged absences” and the rest of the class being hesitant to trust her anymore since she’s now “admitted” that nothing that comes out of her mouth is actually the truth. Lila should have either lost some friends or some of her status with this stunt and have her claims come under scrutiny since she basically all but admitted to always be lying - and yet even after, when Marinette points out Lila isn’t telling the truth about something, everyone just shakes their heads and laughs “Oh Marinette, you jealous goober. If only you could cast away you crush on Adrien, you’d realize how honest and lovable Lila is like the rest of us!”

Like, it’s one thing to have the cast temporarily hold the idiot ball because it’s unfortunately necessary to help make an episode plot work out - it’s another when you constantly force them to act OOC just so you can make Lila out to be this master manipulator whom Marinette’s completely helpless against (and then have her be told she can’t/shouldn’t expose her while the rest of the cast wonders why the girl who was just expelled under false charges is being openly hostile to the girl who admitted to making up the whole thing that got her expelled in the first place).

#Clover Rants Miraculously #Miraculous Ladybug #ML Salt

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emily-mooon · 6 months ago

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Yeah, the guy in the Black Moon Clan who went after Usagi was a prince I think (Prince Diamond?) which would add another layer to the rivalry. And they had a girl & two other guys.

If you were gonna keep Jupiter like she is in SM, then her falling for Billy and being betrayed by him could be a reason why present Heather is so boy crazy- she's desperate for real love and a good guy but doesn't know why.

Random idea that I have no idea how the logistics would work but it's funny: the boys as the Sailor/Amazoness Quartet lol. Of course Nancy & Jonathan would want their brothers protecting their daughter, and the boys would be geeked to know that in the future they're magical guardians (less geeked about their boss being Max lol).

Hello Anon!

Numbered list again :]

1. I knew it!!!! And yesssss more drama!

I’m thinking about making the other black moon clan people the bully characters like Tommy.H and Angela. Jason could be used here instead also since he does count as one. Idk who the spectre sisters are gonna be (the four ladies who are like the opposites of the main sailor guardians) but maybe some of the background bully characters (ex. Angela’s squad)

2. That’s such a good idea!!! Heather doesn’t have much of a character so pulling from Jupiter’s character was bound to happen. It also means that Billy could be the only one out of the gem boys to be an actual asshole (poor Heather though) and it would be keeping things economical due to small cast size

3. Ok this random idea is great cause for no reason, i had a similar thought but instead it’s lesbyler and the girl versions of Lucas and Dustin. It probably would make more sense for the amazoness quartet to be the party as their usual selves though but again like you said, the logistics are a bit confusing. Maybe I’ll poll it at som point in the future when the time comes

Thank you for the ask anon! Once again you (or all of you if it’s not just one person sending me these) have been a big help!

#anon asks #jancy sailor moon au

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oh-look-another · 8 months ago

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hi guys do y’all wanna see my rant to my friend bc she posted smth on her status that talked abt hyperfixations and i couldn’t fight the urge to reply? no? welp too bad

(under the cut bc it’s damn long wish i cld write that much for my monday exam)

like wdym you don’t know that in the very very old myths about sirens they were described as having the lower half of a bird and the wings of said bird and they weren’t even found in water at all they could be found literally anywhere in the world and they sang about your deepest desires not just sex so asexuals (me) wouldn’t be exempted from their seduction but over time they got merged with mermaids and now all the depictions of sirens are just hot girls with tails ad singing about sex like they were seducing sailors do you think anyone who‘s stuck on a boat wouldn’t have sex and gay themselves also the odyssey was where the sirens were first mentioned and ody asked what was left of his crew to tie him up to the mast (also the reason one of the artists who draw ody/jesus (this isn’t a ship okay it’s just that wolfy draws them like not together separately of course) didn’t want to draw that one specific part in the odyssey was because we would ‘get horny in the tags’ so yeah) and the rest of the crew has earplugs in and ody wanted to know what the sirens were saying (if you think this is the plot of som it is bc each of the books in the pjo is based on a greek myth which is so cool but i kinda wish that there could be like a pjo x orpheus and eurydice book like the plot of the book based on that myth bc it’s so tragic he looked back too early he missed her she’s a hungry young girl no stranger to the world and he’s working on a song and when it’s done spring will come again) so that’s the reason of that and the sirens were actually singing about him reuniting with his wife and son back in ithica and the only reason why ody was in this mess in the first place was because he fucking revealed his name to polyphemus like buddy you had a good cover i get polites died i get that you’re grieving but this is no time to anger the cyclops reminder that it wouldn’t have happened if you just killed him like athena said so poseidon wouldn’t have left you with forty-six men from your six hundred men not including the twelve that the cyclops killed and i would say that ody deserves it but the butterfly effect is getting a little too big don’t you think like at least epic!ody doesn’t get seduced by circe but calypso is still there at least he tries to be loyal and you know when ody was killing the suitors it’s very dramatic but also he’s naked which is kinda weird like are you trying to turn the suitors gay before you kill them but okay and also circe i love her so much yes she’s done a lot of wrong things but she’s so hot like epic!circe’s voice is so good also hermes is amazing his voice is so good and all the ruthlessness animatics right yeah all of them show poseidon bullying ody which is sad but like that isn’t even the half of it ody i’m sorry also they named the moon rover yk after ody like why are y’all condemning the man to even more places that is very clearly not ithica like come on it’s been more than centuries let the poor man rest with his wife and son in peace also if you edit like i know you don’t but [name redacted for privacy] does i’ll recommend this to her later maybe but i know she was complaining about tiktok audios getting muted but maybe uh try scrounging in the depth of musicals because so many of them have so much potential to be edit audios like i know one from heathers which isn’t really an edit audio or anything but it’s just a bunch of teenagers going ‘holy shit’ like twenty times in the background you should check it out

hey guys look it starts with sirens and ends with heathers the musical!! they’re kinda similar tho bc both have themes of murder

#rants #not gonna tag anything else #bc most fandoms only show up for a fleeting moment

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lindira · 11 months ago

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Questions for Your Tav - Envy

Part 1! Questions taken from this list of Questions for Your Tav!

What was your Tav’s place of birth and raising like?

Envy was born and raised in Baldur's Gate, specifically in the Lower City. His family wasn't well-off by any means, but they weren't poor either. His father was a baker and his mother was a seamstress. They had a tiny bakery with an apartment upstairs. Envy remembers being happy there.

After his parents' deaths, Envy lost the bakery and his home, since he was only 6 and his parents didn't have a will. The Flaming Fist seized his parents' assets and left a small account in Envy's name at the Counting House, but Envy had lost track of the paperwork and doesn't even remember his real last name. He doesn't even know that it's still there for him. The Flaming Fist dumped him at a foster home and promptly washed their hands of the entire situation.

What relationship did your Tav have with their family/guardian(s) growing up? Has that changed with age?

Envy had a wonderful relationship with his parents, from what he can remember. They let him try to help in the bakery and played games with him in the evenings. He was devastated when they were killed and doesn't know of any other relatives.

As for his foster "family", they barely paid attention to him. The foster system in Baldur's Gate isn't very good and there isn't very heavy vetting in foster families. They were mostly just people he lived with who were paid to feed him, and didn't care when the older foster children bullied him. He ran away with his few belongings when he was 9. No one came to look for him.

Did your Tav receive any formal or informal education? If yes, how well did they learn? If no, why not?

His mother homeschooled Envy until she and Envy's father died. His parents recognized that Envy that he was intelligent but had a learning disability, so they didn't send him to the local school because they didn't think they had the capacity to work with his dyslexia. Envy learned Infernal more easily than Common because of the shapes of the characters, so they focused on Infernal first with the intention of building off of that progress to try reading Common. His mother didn't have the chance to make good on those intentions.

Envy's foster parents sent him to school, but the school didn't know what to do with a dyslexic child, so he was often left out of lessons. He knows his numbers very well and understands what sounds are supposed to go with what letters, but making the letters stay put and make sense is very difficult for him. He acted out in class often because he didn't know what was going on and got bored. Envy stopped going to school after he ran away.

What hobbies does your Tav have? How did they acquire these interests?

It's not really a hobby as it is his life's calling, but Envy loves to sing, play the lute, and tell stories. He's always been singing and making up songs, but he learned to play the lute after many, many hours of watching buskers play on the street for coin. One kindly bard took it upon himself to give his old lute to Envy after buying a new one. The bard gave Envy a few lessons and Envy picked it up quickly.

Actual hobbies include drawing, cooking, and sewing. Envy picked up drawing as a kind of coping mechanism for his dyslexia. Aside from writing notes to himself in Infernal, he memorizes stories by drawing them out and improvising the words.

He learned the basics of how to cook and sew from his parents. After he's able to provide for himself a little, he picks up the hobbies in more than a survival capacity because he wants to recapture some of those fond memories of his parents.

Did your Tav have any formal or informal employment? If yes, what was their job? If no, how did they make ends meet? How did they feel about it?

Envy has a hard time holding down a steady job. It's hard for him to find a position that pays well enough to support him because almost all of the good-paying jobs require someone that can read. He takes odd jobs here and there throughout the city that can be done by a person that isn't that strong (His strength is 8, lol). He's worked as a courier, a butcher, a janitor, and most frequently as a server at the Low Lantern tavern. He loses those jobs frequently too, usually for mouthing off at customers or at his bosses. He... doesn't have much of a filter and doesn't like authority.

What really gets Envy out of poverty is his bard work. Busking gets him enough coin and attention to get gigs at various taverns and eateries. But the income isn't steady, so he maintains his day jobs to support himself.

#i was going to do 10 questions per infodump but i was afraid no one would read it #it's questionable as it is #envy o'vall #baldur's gate 3 #tav #character development #lindira writes #sorta

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punkeropercyjackson · 3 months ago

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Unpopular Percy Jackson opinions/takes

He IS afrolatino-coded but very much specifically monoracial and darkskin with super strong features.He looks exactly like Poseidon so lightskin biracial Percy dosen't make sense and is a copout and realistically a whitepassing/lighter black person wouldn't get treated as bad he does in the mortal world with the privilege we have from our mixed heritage

He's objectively the most autistic character in the entire franchise in characterization,storylines,dynamics and even character concept-Yes,obviously the protagonist of the neurodivergent abuse victims book series is autistic,y'all wildin' for that allistic Percy shit.He SCREAMS audhd,y'all just hate non-stereotypical autistics and like pretending he isn't one of us so you can make it look like he was victimizing your faves(Jason/Nico shippers:Please go outside)

She's transfem and there's as much evidence for that as the above two and the only reason it dosen't get aknowledged is Pjo fans hate women so they don't want Percy to be one.Won't even let her be a male femme either even though she's canonically feminine presenting with a hate for masculinity both on herself and others and that's very typical tbh.I see her as either a binary trans woman or bigender for projection as a multigender transmasc myself

Percabeth is absolute ass and Annabeth was the worst possible choice for a love interest for him.She's abusive to him by definition i.e nonstop insulting him even after he protests against it multiple times and says he dosen't like it and she's admitted it's on purpose and hitting him often and you can't call 'demigods so it's fine' because she explicitly would never let him hit back and his feelings on her are so mixed i just want him to be free of Situationshiper Girl.The way she literally forced herself into his life by being creepy as shit in TLT and a significant amount of other moments later on too like the SOM stalking dosen't help and neither does her entitlement fueled harrasment of Rachel when Percy never asked Annabeth out and good on him,she can't even flirt and then acts like he's the dumb one for not picking up on her Gone Girl attempt at rizz

Perachel was the closest thing Percy had to a well-written romance and the reason it's hated is that it's an autistic4autistic best friends to lovers dynamic so the immediate reaction is hostility and the removal of Percy's attraction to Rachel he stated was fueld by her being Annabeth's opposite to twist it into the reverse by allistics who're hurt by the truth Percy would rather date an actual autistic girl than the Athena nepotism baby and fight on the fight or flight response to the posibility that maybe friends bullying eachother isn't a universal experience but an allistic one

Luke and him aren't two sides of the coin they're not even the same currency.Luke is in fact Percy's opposite and foil but in the sense he's a very sheltered cishet white man who's a fascist,a serial child groomer and a racist misogynistic pedophile that went on one bad quest and pussy'd out because a taste of the real world was too much for his spoiled self and Percy grew up in the real world,knowing every harsh reality of demigodhood head-on and came out an authentic radicalist thanks to the addition of his blackness,autism and transgenderism/gendernoncormity.Also Percy never had a crush on him and if you think he did,follow your white pedoincest loving bretheren Jason/Nico shippers and remember you were never offered bisexual Percy and that transfem Percy subtext solos it by a landslide

Her,Nico and Hazel are platonic soulmates by choice in every universe and the Dead Sea Siblings are the best relathionship in the Percyverse.She was misderected attraction on Nico's side as he got over her romantically after realizing she's not the ideal man he thought she was and Hazel is as much her world as she is Nico's and Percy is basically their pseudo-parent textually and raised them more and better than Hades and Pluto did and deserves way more credit for it.The Nico and Percy Tlo-Hoo jump retcon was one of the worst writing decisions Rick ever made and Hazel should've been positioned as equally important in their trio intentionally instead of accidentally and her and Percy are tied for the strongest demigod fullstop(like Dad,like Daughter)

He's not grunge or a skater boy,he's beyond afrosolarpunk vibes and it fits him perfectly as the son of Poseidon and a queen who raised him in the ways of the sea because she's loved it her whole life and not for his dad,he's naturally deeply caring about enviormentalism and drawn to nature based aesthetics and lifestyles.Grunge skater boy Percy is highkey gross because it always strips him of his canon completely subulturally accurate punkness and i do headcanon he skateboards but he's not punk because of it lmao,he's punk because he's a dark strong afro-dominicano New Yorker who's an anarchist,an activist,a professional instigator,anti-capitalist,an intersectionalist,has a VERY,VERY strong sense of community and solidarity and is implied to listen to punk music

He's not a nonthreatning lovable screw up who's can't actually be intimidating or take care of himself,he's a hardcore jaded asshole with emotional regulation and self-eestem issues but also a tender and loving Team Parent who's goofiness and kiddy interests are no masking game audhd swag.That's canon but Annabeth can never shut the fuck up instead of backing her white ass up

Also canon Percy is wayyyyy more hot in a Guy Way™️ if that makes sense than Seaweed Brain uwu.My type is cocky ahh yet sweetheart punk black men,what can i say

And the kiddy interests thing is not him being a manchild but a special interest in kidcore and his other ones are blue,video games,cats,the sea,energy drinks,anarchy,child care and the Superfam.He complimented Jason by saying he looks like Superman because he's a Clark Kent stan and wished he was real as a kid so he could've adopted him

His type isn't blondes,it's princess-y black women.'Names have power'and he was named after the man who was happily married to the princess of Ethopia,he described Annabeth's hair as 'curled like a princess' and Leah is the only Annabeth who has something close to chemistry with Percy(still dosen't though,hence 'something close')and Rachel is popularly headcanoned as nigerian yoruba and fits the princesscore personality requirements.Percy's girlfriend/wife should be the Andrómeda to his Perseo

^Relatedly,afrolatino Percy wouldn't be named Perseus because it's too weirdly pronounced in spanish.Perseo Isadore Jackson is Percy's fullname

Calling him stupid or oblivious or insulting his intellegence or emotional capability in any way is ableist.Are you autistic?No?Great,then your opinion on this topic not just when it comes to Percy but when it comes to neurodivergence and how intellect is treated in regards to it is less than worthless.Be quiet normie

He's Mcr-coded and would introduce Nico to it,not the reverse.Also he's literally Mike Milligram

And not Taylor Swift-coded at all.I'm not sorry but he hates her ass so bad like fundamentally he would

He shouldn't repair his relathionship with Poseidon but cut him out of life completely.Poseidon too premordial to be actin' like that over his image to the point of neglecting his own damn child he doomed to lifetimes worth of trauma,all over a crush on a 19 year old when he's mentally in his fucking 40s

He SHOULD revolutionize the greco-roman mythos world but actually,not fuck gods and become a sellout.Kickstarter is him killing Zeus in a fit of rage and that sparks something in their realm that leads to him fixing the system with the help of the lower class beings like him,with Nico and Hazel at his side

He dosen't care for dolphins-He stans sharks

He's not like D.anny Fenton,Peter Parker or Stiles Stilinski.He IS like Virgil Hawkins,Hobie Brown and Scott Mccall

Those Harry Potter comparisons weren't just innacurate,they were entierly baseless.Hp's not even offbrand british Pjo,it's just a bad book series with nothing in common with it all even without Harry vs Percy(Percy would use Harry to get his blue laces btw)

Leo,Piper and Drew have far more interesting potential dynamics with him than any white boy character does and he'd like them better on the basis of not being white boys too

Beckendorf isn't comparable to what Luke was to Percy and that's an insult to Luke.Comparing a black dude to the white supremacist who got him killed is just racist and only caring about that black dude to use him as a background prop for a trauma misandrist young adult transfem's nonexistent boyobsession is VIOLENTLY racist(yes,even as a replacement,please actually care about Beckendorf)

Her Titan's Curse quest was an accidental egg metaphor,not the Hunters of Artemis being 'r.adfem-y',especially since it's canon they're transfem inclusive

Her Disney Princess kinnie and favorite ocean kids media is Brandy's Cinderella and Spongebob Squarepants,not Ariel and Nemo

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somemydayy · 2 years ago

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Jujutsu Kaisan characters as yanderes: tokyo school edition

yuji itadori: wasn’t good with words, and rather brash and hotheaded. but you liked him, nonetheless. at first it started as a simple wave and heartfelt smile here, and there. everytime you saw him, you couldn’t help but pipe up and ask how his day was going. you did your best being friendly, but itadori didn’t see it that way. he saw it as you, taking interest in him. and he wasn’t one to just give his heart to just anyone. but he did, he gave it to you. and that in itself was enough testimony of his conviction. he was taken aback when you seemed rather shocked by, and even rejected his declaration of marriage. you knew, he liked you but never in a million years did you expect the happy-go-lucky strawberry haired boy to drag, and lock you up in the school’s outdoor storeroom, after you rejected him. yuji wasn’t going to let you go, not after you itched your very existence onto his soul, and denied your very involvement. “your lying. you love me, I know it!”

megumi fushiguro: was quite the notorious delinquent during his time in middle school. he wasn’t proud of it, but he will admit it did have its advantages at times. like how it helped him get all the dirt on certain people and even some other perks. you weren’t megumi’s girlfriend, but anyone with half a mind, knew to stay clear of you. first it started with megumi making sure no one bullied you. but soon that just wasn’t enough. megumi started to “accidentally” injure anyone who got near you. cut lips and bloody fists were on a normal occasion, and soon word spread about what megumi had done. not long after everyone in the prefecture caught wind of what he did, what he would do if anyone approached you with ulterior motives. one day he caught someone hassling you on the subway train. next day news broke out that the pervert has been beaten to a bloody pulp, black eyes, multiple broken ribs, and even one of his legs had been horribly shattered and rearranged beyond repair. he was disfigured and stabbed beyond recognition, and was even left to die on the side of a deserted road. everyone knew megumi had been behind the incident. everyone, but you. “don’t worry, I’ll make sure to protect you from now on. Its a promise.”

nobara kugisaki: loved beautiful people, and things. and you were quite the rare beauty, the sickly sweet kind too. a gentle smile, a soft caress of your finger tips, the alluring melody of your voice. the most beautiful part of you was that you always put a brave front in order to console somebody else. no matter how much you were hurting inside. after some time, nobara found herself devoted to you. body, mind and soul, but that just wasn’t enough. nobara couldn’t stand the thought of disgusting men and women alike, taking advantage of your kindness. and your pure soul. so one day after chorus practice, nobara made sure she told you so. “this world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

maki zenin: knew all to well what being mistreated and unwanted felt like. she was part of the big three sorcerer clans after all. she didn’t want to live hated for it, so she left. she did the unthinkable and announced her stance on becoming a sorcerer just to spite those old bastards. maki was really tough, but equally as kind. that kindness even extended toward you, a lowly servant. you admired maki, you really did. so when she asked you to leave with her, all you could do was sob uncontrollably. but unlike the tough and brave miss, you weren’t strong enough. who would look after your sister if you left, who would support, cloth and fed her? you respected the young mistress maki, but you couldn’t leave your sister behind. maki could only shake her head and let out a slight frown and say she understood. but maki lied to you. that night when you were fast asleep, she stealthy sneaked back into your chamber. and stole you away in the dead of night. “I won’t ever let you go.”

toge inumaki: thought you were such a innocence, and naïve soul since youth. and caution was just something to you lacked for a better sense of words. you were walking down the street when she heard it. a snap of a tree branch in the dead of night. you had just finished your shift at the local dinner, but unfortunately your car got stranded on the outskirts of town. and the closest gas station was a a mile away. you knew it was reckless, stupid even; but you had the take a chance. and so you got out of the car, and decide to make a dash towards the closest telephone both, and call for help. picking up your pace, you heard the sound of footsteps trailing behind. you tried to sprint down the street, but your legs crashed down instead. you were defenseless and vulnerable, and you couldn’t help but thing back at all the times you were told off for being so reckless. your absolutely devastated with the thought that your parents would soon have to identify your body. tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, when a strange voice made its way into your mind. controlling your mind and body alike. “sleep, tight. doll.”

yuta okkotsu: knew after what happened to her, he was afraid to get close to anyone ever, again. he actively avoided people, and getting involved within their lives. in order to avoid complicated situations, distress, hatred, and hopelessness he felt back then; he shut himself off completely. he felt like he deserved to be haunted, and live with the ghost of her attached to him for the rest of his life. he couldn’t help but feel dreadfully scared almost, always. but that all changed when he met you, he couldn’t help but feel free. of the restraints and the chains that bonded him to her and the rage, and all the sadness that consumed him whole, disappeared suddenly. after he started volunteering at the local animal shelter he finally found a bit of joy. and finding purpose in his life for once. he finally came to enjoy a person’s company, more specifically your company. you volunteered at the local shelter every weekend for the past year and you also went to the same high school. you were a sweet girl. timid and reserved. strict parents that placed much pressure on you getting into a ivy league school. not too many friends, but a close nit group nonetheless. you weren’t the smartest or most popular, but you were the most beautiful girl in yuta’s eyes. well known and liked due to to your kind and positive personality. just one problem though, you changed since you met your boyfriend. he was a well known delinquent. and a reckless punk that participated in illegal car races, and gambling rings. and by extension you were brought around such dirty dealings. yuta advised you to see reason, everyone did. but to no avail, you continued in this disaster of relationship with such a horrible person. it didn’t end there, your supposed boyfriend started insulting your family, and friends. even went as far as forcing you to move in with him, and banned you from taking to anyone other than him. he would beat and humiliate you. on more then one occasion your friends, and family tried to talk you out of this relationship. even intervention and therapy didn’t work. but after one particular evening, your boyfriend never came home from his extracurricular activities. soon after he was declared missing, and his body was found bloody, beaten and tied up in the trunk of his car, a town over. yuta wasn’t about to let you ruin your life for a low life like him. he made sure of it. as you cried your eyes out next to his lifeless body laying in a hospital bed, yuta couldn’t help but light up at the thought of that same man never being able to do anymore harm, never able to talk or open his damn eyes ever, again. yuta held your sobbing body in his arms. you didn’t have to know how far yuta would go, all you had to know was that he wasn’t going to let anyone hurt you. he wasn’t going to let anyone make you cry, and never let anyone take you away from him, ever again. yuta wasn’t going to lose you like he lost her. he’ll be dammed if he did. “sweetie don’t cry… I’ll help you get over this heartbreak.”

extra— sakuna ryomen: remembers it clearly, like it was just a fortnight ago. the very first time he set his sights upon your beautiful existence. he was on his way back to his lodging, from the village he was currently on a retreat at. that’s when he stumbled upon you, naked in all your glory bathing underneath the crystal clear water, of a rural lake in the middle of the woods. sakuna would admit the sight of you alone made him red and slightly intoxicated. the man was bewitched by your cocoa-colored locks that draped over your bosom. the way your back dipped into slender lines, it reminded him of those evening strolls when he would just watch the sun decent into the far away horizon. you were beautiful in all meaning of the word, your beauty was as if the heavens kissed upon you their eternal blessings. as if the gods themselves sculpted your beautiful being into existence. you reminded him of the many tales his family elder would tell him of long ago. of a women that looked so beautiful, as if she descended from the heavens above. and in admiration he stole her celestial robe. he deceived the celestial being in order to strand her on earth, and marry her. and sakuna did just that. he just so happened he steal your robe, just like in that story tale. “I’ll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together, forever.”

#drabble #image #scenario #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen image #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #yuji x reader #nobara x reader #megumi x reader #maki x reader #sakuna ryomen #yuta okkotsu

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stficblog · 2 years ago

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The New Girl (part 7)

Part 1 Part 6

Desription: You and Eddie hide out at the boat house. I feel like not much happens here.

Warnings: Gruesome imagery, descriptions of violence, and swearing.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I literally don’t know where I’m going with this series anymore. All plans and outlines have gone out the window. Lmk if you want it to end a certain way or something.

Hiding out at the boat house was actually quite boring. Eddie ventured out to the main house to look for food while you stayed with the boat, watching the water lap playfully at its sides.

Tick… tock…

Something didn’t feel right. Where was that sound coming from?

Tick… tock…

You looked around anxiously. Standing up, you followed the sound towards the lake. There. Just under the surface, right outside the edge of the boat house, was a large grandfather clock. It lay facing upward, unmoving despite the constant ebb and flow of the water.

Tick… tock…

The air grew cold and the sky filled with heavy, gray clouds. You felt a sense of dread building in your stomach.

“It’s all your fault,” a voice rasped from behind you.

Whirling around, you found a girl standing barely a foot away from you. She was in her early teens and had a gash on her forehead that dripped dark, viscous blood. You knew her. Your breath came in shallow gasps, the sense of dread spreading down to your toes.

“It’s your fault,” the girl repeated, “that I died!”

Eddie returned to the boat house with a bowl of Spaghetti-O’s in hand.

“Here, I found som-”

He froze when he saw you, sitting completely still with your eyes half open. Rushing to your side, he set down the bowl and grabbed you by the shoulders.

The girl took a step forward, jabbing an accusing finger at your chest.

“If you had just stayed away from me, I never would’ve been targeted by those bullies,” she snarled, “you brought this on me, and now you’ll bring it on your new friends!”

She was right. You were a curse. If you hadn’t befriended her in middle school, your bullies wouldn’t have targeted her, and she never would have been pushed down the stairs that killed her. It was only a matter of time before the same fate befell Eddie and the rest of Hellfire Club.

“Y/N!” Eddie shook you desperately, his eyes wide with panic.

“You did this! You killed me!”

You stepped back, shaking your head. You never meant for any of it to happen. The girl advanced on you, forcing you further backwards.

“Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!”

Suddenly, your foot fell behind you as you stepped past the edge of the boat house floor. Your arms flailed as you fell into the water.

With a gasp, you snapped out of your trance. Eddie was right in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders. You whimpered in fear and confusion, looking around in a panic. Eddie brought his hands up to cup your face.

“It’s alright! It’s ok,” he choked out, “I’m here! You’re ok!”

He needed to convince himself just as much as he needed to comfort you. You pulled him into a tight embrace, sobbing into his shoulder. The two of you sat there for a while, holding onto each other for dear life.

Eddie radioed Dustin and the others.

“What do you mean Y/N is cursed?? Max is already cursed!”

And so they discovered that the curse could affect more than one person at a time. But they had yet to find a cure.

“Well, let me know as soon as you learn anything else,” Eddie said into the walkie, squeezing your hand.

You hadn’t moved from the floor of the boat house. You sat there, back against the wall, as Eddie set the walkie down with a sigh.

“We’ll figure something out,” he reassured you, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, Y/N.”

You gave him a weak smile. You knew Eddie would do everything he could to help you, but there was a part of you that knew it was all in vain. You were cursed. It was only a matter of time before the curse decided to take you instead of someone else. You were glad, actually. Now you didn’t have to worry about being the cause of someone else’s death because this time it would be you.

“Eddie,” you said slowly, “if we don’t find a cure-”

“We will,” Eddie insisted, “I’m going to save you!”

“Ok but if we can’t-”

“That’s not an option, Y/N,” his voice shook, “I’m not losing you!”

You took both his hands in yours. He looked at you solemnly, almost daring you to argue with him.

A few hours later, you and Eddie were jerked awake from a nap by the sound of Robin’s voice crackling through the walkie talkie. Scrambling out of the boat, Eddie snatched up the walkie.

“We’re here!”

“What’s Y/N’s favorite song?” Robin asked without preamble.

“Can’t Help Falling in Love,” Eddie replied instantly, “why?”

“If she goes into a trance again, you have to play her that song to get her out of it,” Robin explained, “we don’t know how to get rid of the curse entirely, but it’ll wake her up at least.”

Eddie looked at you with determination. Now he could do something. Now he was one step closer to breaking the curse.

A car pulled up outside Rick’s house. Eddie ran to the window, ducking down almost as soon as he reached it.

“Shit!”

Jason and two other boys got out of the car. Eddie scrambled for the walkie talkie as they went into the main house. You looked at him anxiously, preparing yourself to run.

“Hey Dustin,” Eddie said urgently, “you there? Hey, if anyone’s there, I really think I might be in a bit of trouble here, ok? Wheeler? Anybody?!”

No one answered.

You and Eddie paced around the boat house, arguing in whispers about what to do. It was dark outside by the time you agreed to take the boat out onto the lake.

The two of you paddled as quietly as you could, trying not to draw attention to your escape. You looked over your shoulder just in time to see Jason and Patrick running around the side of the boat house.

“Hey freak,” Jason shouted, “where do you think you’re goin!”

“Shit,” Eddie swore under his breath.

He got up and started yanking at the starter cord of the boat’s engine. It sputtered feebly but didn’t start.

“C’mon… you piece… of shit,” Eddie huffed.

You heard a splash behind you and looked back again. Jason was running into the water, followed shortly after by Patrick. Eddie gave up on the engine and grabbed his oar, paddling frantically alongside you.

Jason was getting dangerously close to the boat. You stopped paddling, standing and turning around to swing your oar threateningly at him.

“Get back,” you growled, narrowly missing his head.

Patrick paused in his pursuit of the boat, treading water and looking nervously around. Jason looked back and realized that his friend had stopped.

“Hey, come on, let’s go,” he urged, “we almost have him!”

Patrick didn’t seem to notice Jason’s cries of insistence.

“Hey, Patrick! Patrick!”

Patrick dropped under the surface of the water. Jason looked around in confusion, not quite comprehending what just happened.

“Patrick?”

There was a moment of stillness as everyone watched the empty spot where Patrick had just been. Eddie stood, peering anxiously into the water.

Suddenly, Patrick exploded out of the water, his body wrenched into the air by some invisible force. Eddie fell backward out of the boat, causing you to lose your balance as well. You gasped at the sudden cold, looking up at Patrick’s hovering form.

All at once, his bones started to snap.

You watched what would soon be your own fate, your eyes wide with horror. Patrick’s limbs twisted into horrible shapes and his jaw jerked to the side with a sickening crunch. With a squelch his eyes were sucked back into his skull, leaving empty red sockets and trails of blood dripping down his face.

His mangled body fell into the water with a splash.

Part 8

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i-got-the-feels · 2 years ago

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Things I liked in Secret Crush On You

THE FRIENDSHIP.

Like how NONE of them were "main character" and the remaining to support.

They ALL were main characters and received support when they needed.

The Senior gang. Them being nice, kind and polite to their juniors. Not being asses about their popularity - and that's a lot of people do.

Sky being patient and understanding. Validating jao but also helping him change in a healthy way and only because he wants to and ensures its for right reasons.

Nuea softly telling Toh "I won't judge sexual and gender preference" when reassuring toh to convey his acceptance of lgbt community and casually telling him about his bisexuality because toh didn't know that.

Nuea accepting and loving toh for his "weirdness". And carving a space for himself in that - "none of us have a Secret crush now" with photos of THEM.

In touch's respect towards Daisy and how he respects her pronouns and any choices - the "I'll be whatever you want me to be" broke me.

Som ensuring Daisy becoming Day is her own wish to explore her sexuality and not for other reasons - reasons that may harm how she feels about herself.

Toh's dad telling Nuea to take it slow and be in the present.

Nuea's dad telling Toh to be confident and to trust his boyfriend - because he knows that his son knows what's best for him SAME THING Toh's dad said - If Nuea choose you, you must be good.

Jao showing his own box of Sky's collections to Nuea - afraid that Nuea will judge toh.

Speaking of collection - Daisy and Som slowly trying to break the habit because they understand why taking stuff MEANS to him.

Nuea being absolutely open and fucking toxic masculinity "of course, go ahead" when Toh wanted to be the bottom or "I'll be the bottom" when Toh drunenly said hes the top. (I refuse to use the term wife)

Nuea PRETENDING not to see the baby queer gang (like this is when I knew I will love him- that was such a kind thing to do?? He ensured they aren't embarrassed) (also thought that this is how school sarawat would be)

Sky just laughing and guffawing at the juniors antics.

Sky KNOWING peach is the bully but not revealing her identity to endanger but still letting her know it isn't okay.

Jao knowing sky is in pain and that he wants to know and see ALL sides of him.

Toh saying Nuea's code name should be magic with that sweet innocent awestruck smile of his - aka the moment I knew he isn't a creepy stalker but just an awkward and dumb teenager

Nuea having a code word for Sky - and calling him Van Gogh for his clumsiness and because he finds that cute

Speaking of codename, Nuea knowing the meaning of red and giggling in awe and affection because fuck this kid sees him in such a precious light?

And then knowing all the boxes of collectibles memories are compass because he thinks of Nuea as North star.

And cut to later Nuea saying " the North star is also loyal, it waits for you to look upto them"

Sky's squeal on hearing Boyfriend to be.

Sky's expression of awe, love and gratitude when Jao calls him his star and gives the framed photo that he clicked.

Som telling everyone to delete pictures that were uploaded to bully toh and jao.

Toh and gang passing jao money to avoid physical contact with sky because they knew though he maybe interested and curious - they respect his choice and want him to have that option to choose.

Jao taking pictures and videos of toh and Nuea because he knew toh would appreciate that.

Kun and Fon being the cutest and nicest lesbians.

And bitchy to the ones that deserve it - not letting prae continue disrespect nueas boundaries.

Speaking of deserved bitchiness - Nuea saying to kong - copy is never the original OH SNAP

Tor - that nice precious supportive boi. I just know he drinks the respect women juice everyday.

HOW the WHOLE friendship group became a giant group.

In conclusion-what I liked about the show was how it spoke about serious stuff - body image issues, bullying, being outcasts, being put on a pedestal, sexual orientation and exploration of it, sex and exploration of it - without fetishing it AND did so without being preachy. They are like yeah - we a teenage rom com, we will be cringey, horny, embarrassing and induce so much second hand embrassment but also make sense when required.

#secret crush on you the series #secret crush on you #scoy the series #toh x nuea #sky x jao #daisy x intouch #Som x tor #Fon x kunkwan #Lgtq #lgbtq drama #asian lgbtq dramas #thai bl #Bisexuality #Gay #trans #lesbian

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themaribatpit · 3 years ago

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Hanging By A Thread: Chapter 1

Rated M: DC canon-typical violence, suggestive threats

Content warning: Adrien/Chat Noir salt, Chloe salt, Lila salt.

Ships: Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon (side ship). (A/N: On 1/12/21 & 4/12/21, I made some edits because I found some misplaced lines that needed fixing - Maribat girl)

This is a soulmate AU where two characters are bound by a red string of fate. This uses the Chinese version of the myth where the string is wrapped around their ankles.

This began life as a Jasonette July post, and since so many people were asking for a continuation, here it is. We also went into more detail explaining what the fanfic entails in this post. Tagging my salt as ‘maribat (character) salt’ just to be on the safe side. We also worked in Zoe as a side character this time.

Have you settled in? Do you have your favourite drink and/or snacks nearby? On with the story...

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Marinette often heard stories about the ‘red string of fate’, the idea that there was a soulmate out there who was chosen just for her. No one believed her when she told them she could see a red thread looped around her ankle. No one really explained what it meant, they would just tell her that she would grow out of that silly superstition. She would look down at the floor, towards her ankle, where she could clearly see the red string tied around it. Maybe they couldn’t see it, but she could, clear as day.

When she became Ladybug and fought alongside Chat Noir, he would go on and on about how they were soulmates and destined for each other. When she became Master Fu’s pupil, she asked him if he knew anything about it.

“What brought this on?” he asked curiously.

“I see this red string around my ankle, I’ve known about it ever since I was little. Everyone says it’s just a legend or a silly superstition.” she explained.

“Around the ankle is a new one. But most people don’t know that it’s also the oldest version of the legend.” Master Fu explained, “Most prefer the version where it’s around the little finger, or a woman’s little finger and a man’s thumb.”

“What does it mean?” she asked, “no one will tell me.”

“It means the string will lead you to the person you are destined to be with,” he explained, “it may stretch and tangle, but it will never break.”

For many years, she brushed aside other boys and their advances, much to the chagrin of anyone who knew the real reason why. Whenever Chat Noir rambled on about them being soulmates, she knew it wasn’t true. It was infuriating, really, as she would look down at the red string leading away from him. She would tell him that she was in love with someone else, because someone else was out there waiting for her. Not that he would listen to her, but still, she always kept him at arm’s length. Some might say that her standards were too high, never mind that some boys just could not take “no” for an answer. She thought about using Kaalki to find her soulmate, by opening a portal directly to them. The only problem was she only knew which direction the string was pointing, and not having a clear idea of where she was going could lead to complications.

Marinette kept her head held high through Lila and Chloe bullying her, and the teachers doing very little to stop them. She didn’t hate Adrien as much as she did on that first day of school, but he had done very little to stop his childhood friend from bullying people around her. Marinette had been humiliated, insulted, and almost kicked out of school on multiple occasions. Chat Noir, on the other hand, was only in love with the idea of her. He had absolutely no clue who she was under the mask, and vice versa. There were times when Marinette felt like she couldn’t step one toe out of line without someone breathing down her neck about being the bigger person. She felt like she was the only one bearing the heavy burden of carrying the Ladybug mantle. She took being a heroine seriously, but she knew that she couldn’t do everything perfectly. Sometimes Chat Noir was more of a hindrance than a help, and this continued for many years.

When days felt tough for Marinette, she only needed to look down at the string around her ankle and remind herself of what it meant. It meant that someone out there was waiting for her, destined to love her with all their heart and she would love them in turn. So Marinette kept her head down by day, and as Ladybug she would fight to bring an end to Hawk Moth’s reign of terror. Whoever her soulmate was, they would know the truth about her, they would love and accept her. Sometimes she wondered if Master Fu had chosen poorly when he decided that she should be the next Guardian of the Miraculous. She could be certain that her soulmate was one choice that couldn’t be a mistake, they had to be.

Most of Jason’s earliest living memories were spent in hiding. He would hide under the table with the family dog in his arms, while the adults around him argued. When he got older, he would scurry back to the crevices in Gotham’s streets, hiding from whoever he just stole from. All the time he’d worry they could see the glowing red thread wrapped around his ankle. He never understood what it meant, he assumed everyone had one at the time. When his questions were met with mockery or indifference, he stopped sharing his curiosity about it. It would always be glowing in the corner of his eye, like a bright light on a summer’s day.

One day he wandered into a bakery inside Gotham’s Chinatown. He was waiting for the shopkeeper to look away so that he could grab a pastry without them noticing. Their topic of conversation turned to a ‘red string of fate’ and Jason was intrigued. Supposedly, the thread around his ankle bound him to someone. That someone was the person he was destined to be with forever, his soulmate. He left the shop empty handed, hoping to try his luck finding food elsewhere. If his soulmate was out there, whoever they were, they were going to be sorely disappointed. He remembered thinking, whoever decided to pair him up with someone had made a terrible mistake. If his soulmate could see him now, they would probably think so too.

When he encountered Batman that fateful night in Crime Alley, his whole world had drastically changed from that night forth. As Bruce Wayne took him under his wing and as he took on the Robin mantle, a secret part of him had hoped that he was becoming someone his soulmate could be proud of. Still he kept it to himself, Alfred would occasionally find him staring off into space whenever he was alone. If Jason asked Bruce about it, he would probably tell him that he needed to focus on other things. The glowing red string was the last thing he would see at night before letting sleep take him, this time, he wasn’t afraid.

When she was 15, Marinette woke up one morning to find the string no longer glowed bright red. Instead it was grey and limp, and she was desperate to know what this meant. At the first opportunity, she ran to Master Fu, he was the only one she could confide in about this. He lowered his head, almost unwilling to tell Marinette what it meant for fear of how she would react. He told her solemnly, it meant that her soulmate had died…

Elsewhere, a bomb was counting down the seconds until it could go off. Jason had been battered, bruised and broken, but as long as his heart was still beating he still had a chance.

Ten…

He pushed against the locked door. That damned clown had locked him in, probably for the sheer delight of it.

Nine…

He had only just noticed the bomb, he had to find a way out of the building and fast. Bruce, Alfred, Barbara, Dick and...he looked down at his ankle, his soulmate...they were all waiting for him.

Eight…

This was all a mistake, he had been led into a trap. He hoped that Batman would arrive just in time to save him. He would probably slap him upside the head after he had recovered, and lecture him about being far too reckless, but at least he’d be alive.

Seven…

Strength was leaving his body, most of which was probably beaten out of him moments earlier. The fighting spirit that always burned like a raging inferno inside of him was dimming.

Six…

In those last few seconds, all he had left in him was a silent apology. Wherever his soulmate was, he wished them nothing but happiness. He was sorry that he couldn’t meet them for the first time. He wanted to tell them that the mere idea of them gave him hope. Hope that quite literally hung by a very thin thread, but it was what kept him going all these years. It kept him going through living on the street, through pushing himself to meet Bruce’s expectations, even through the ordeal he had just endured. All he needed to do was look down and remind himself that whoever chose him to be someone’s soulmate hadn’t made a mistake. The reason he wouldn’t get to meet them was because of his mistake.

Five...four...three..two...one.

Marinette didn’t know how to mourn someone she had never seen, met, or even spoken to. All she knew was that for the next three years, the string around her ankle was mostly limp and grey. The legend said that it would tangle, it would stretch, but it would never break. Sometimes she would lay awake at night and wonder what could have possibly happened to her soulmate. Had they even noticed the red string around their ankle? Did they even care about what it meant? How did they die? Was it an accident or did someone kill them? These were questions that Marinette would ask herself, as she gazed up at her bedroom ceiling. She didn’t notice that the string was slowly starting to regain it’s glow, though it remained very dim. She barely paid any attention to it anymore, and thought the faint red glow was just a trick of the eye. It was a cruel reminder of what that thread meant and what she looked forward to.

By the time she was 18, Marinette decided she needed to get out of Paris. She wanted to be a designer, but she also thought a change of scenery would be good for her. She planned to study Fashion Design at Gotham University, much to everyone else’s confusion and worry. Zoe was planning to move to Gotham City with her, as she was planning to study Drama and Theatre. At least in Gotham she wouldn’t need to rely on her mother or half-sister for help. She offered to help Marinette as her guide to living in America. Alya was concerned about her moving to Gotham at first, but knew that she would be living in a city that was closely guarded by vigilantes. Marinette promised her that she would keep in contact with her while she was away. She took the Miracle Box with her when she moved, to keep most of the Miraculous from falling into the wrong hands. Most of Paris’ former protectors had given them back to her after Hawk Moth fell. Adrien had been among them after finding out Hawk Moth’s true identity, and Marinette hadn’t heard from him since. Around this time, the thread around her ankle began to glow bright red, just as it had done a few years ago. She was honestly curious and wanted to follow the thread and see where it led, but Plagg and Tikki were unsure about it. They could sense that something was amiss with the thread reignighting, and they had a bad feeling that the forces of creation and destruction were involved.

That’s how Marinette found herself pacing around her room in Gotham, trying to think of an explanation. “How can you tell?” she asked them, “Maybe whoever did this chose someone else to be my soulmate? Someone who wasn’t dead.”

“That’s not really how this works, Marinette.” Tikki told her.

“Well, not according to Master Fu anyway,” said Plagg, “if the string is glowing bright red again, that means whoever it is was brought back to life.”

“But that’s impossible...is it?” Marinette looked at them, not that long ago she had fought a man who wanted to use them to bring back his comatose wife. Was it really so impossible?

“Long ago, we were forced to grant such a wish.” Plagg confessed.

“Plagg!” Tikki hissed, “You’re not suggesting that maybe…”

“I am,” Plagg told her, “and she needs to know if she’s going to go herring off looking for someone who might be dead.” Plagg turned his attention back to Marinette, “Long ago, someone did acquire the Miraculous and they did use it to grant one wish…to make them young and strong forever.”

“How did they do it?” Marinette asked, a little afraid of their answer.

“We created what humans call ‘The Lazarus Pits’. Anyone who bathes in its waters would be healed, rejuvenated, even snatched from the jaws of death.” he explained “Tikki’s healing magic is infused in the waters, that’s the healing part.”

Marinette looked over at Tikki, “So what’s the catch? It can’t be that easy, can it?”

“Well, the more they bathe in them, the more it destroys their mind,” Tikki explained before giving Plagg a pointed look. “It heals them on the outside, while their mind is slowly destroyed.” Marinette is slightly horrified by the thought.

“Can it bring someone back to life?” She asked, they exchanged worried glances.

“Yes, in theory, but...Marinette, the person they were could have easily eroded away.” Tikki explained, but Marinette was growing tired of imagining and daydreaming. She had to see for herself the person that her soulmate had become, so that’s how Ladybug set off to see where the red string led.

That was how she came face to face, well- mask to mask with the Red Hood. Jason had been called over because he heard his men had caught a costumed superhero, and he was curious to see who it was. “Well, you’re a new one” he said, as his men parted to reveal the girl they had caught. She couldn’t see him giving her a swift once over, if she was one of Bruce’s pet projects, he would know. She didn’t have a bat or R symbol, just a red and black polka dotted costume and mask. The suit looked too well made for this to be some kid who made the costume in their basement, hoping to try their hand at being a vigilante. He looked down and saw a red string tied around her ankle. The string was slightly tangled, but there was no mistaking where it led. Jason thought that there was no way, that it had to be some mistake...it didn’t matter. The person she was probably expecting had died, the person in front of her was the result of other people forging him into a weapon. He had killed people, it was how he quickly became one of Gotham’s most formidable crime lords.

“What do you want us to do with her, Boss?” one of the men asked. It was at that moment he realised he had been quiet for a long time.

“Where did you find her?” he asked.

“Found her on the warehouse rooftop, she took down two of my guys with nothing but a yo-yo.” the man explained.

Red Hood glanced at the tied up figure on the floor. He turned to his men “Leave, I will deal with her personally.”

One of his men licked his lips, “Oh, is this what I think it means? Would you mind if we have a crack at her after you’re done?”

Red Hood drew his gun and shot him between the eyes in one fell swoop. He turned to the remaining men in the room. “Anything else you want to say?” he threatened. The rest of his men scrambled out of the room, out of fear of their boss.

He turned back to the young woman in front of him, she was shaken at the sight of a man being murdered in front of her eyes. She could not look away from the corpse in the room, even as the Red Hood walked right up in front of her.

“Expecting someone else?” he asked, Marinette’s eyes snapped up to look at him. She could see her frightened expression reflected in the helmet. “What were you doing on the warehouse rooftop?” he asked.

“Looking for something,” she said, if she could keep him talking then maybe she could find a way out of this situation.

“What?” he asked, there was a hard edge to his voice that told Marinette he didn’t like it when people tested his patience. She wasn’t planning on answering that question truthfully, even though she could clearly see where the red string had led her. All her life, mentioning the very concept of her soulmate had only been met with mockery. She could clearly see where the string had led her, and it led her right to someone who had just brutally killed a man.

“I came to Gotham because I was given the power of luck and creation,” she told him “I thought I could use my powers to do some good.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question, what were you looking for on the warehouse rooftop?” he asked.

“You,” she said before quickly looking away, “in a way, the creatures who gave me these powers told me they could sense their magic on you.”

“Is that so?” he asked “So what do your little friends say about me?”

“They’re not certain,” she said “as far as they know, no one’s used it to bring someone back from the dead, only to heal and rejuvenate.”

“What were your little friends expecting?” he asked, “Don’t they know that humans have a saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat’?”

Ladybug didn’t know how best to answer that, since Plagg’s magic should have made him rotten to the core. She had just watched him kill a man, sure, but one who planned on “having a crack at her”...whatever that meant. She tried to choose her words carefully, given that she didn’t have a handle on who this person really was.

Ladybug remained silent, trying to think of the best way to address this person. Meanwhile he walked away and brought back a small folding chair. He placed it right in front of Ladybug and sat on the chair backwards, gun never leaving his hand. “Well Pixie, I got all night. I’ll wait here until you find your tongue. Try to remember that I'm the one asking the questions," he growled. If Marinette didn't think fast, the real truth was going to come up.

Ladybug said shakily, “They want me to search for a recent resurrection through something called the Lazarus Pit. They told me they were the ones who created it.”

“So why are your little friends looking for me? After all, I'm not the only one who’s used the Lazarus Pits.” he told her. If he had his way, he’d still be six feet under, maybe then his soulmate wouldn’t have to see the person he had become.

“What can you tell me about it?” she asked, “Why do they sense their magic on you?”

Even then, what was she supposed to say? "Hi, I'm Marinette, nice to meet you! I'm your soulmate, and I thought you were dead but I guess I was wrong." She shook her head, no she needed to think. She didn't expect the hardened gunslinger in front of her to be her soulmate, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. “Supposedly they were made using the powers of creation and destruction. They told me that the healing and rejuvenation is the creation part, but the destruction part is more to do with what's on the inside." She explained, "I just thought that meant I would find a mindless zombie shuffling around, not a big bad crime lord." If she kept talking, then maybe she could keep him busy long enough to think of an escape plan.

Jason listened to her explain what she knew about the Lazarus Pits, and the little fairy friends who made them. She wasn't entirely wrong, and by the sound of it, not even the creatures who created the Lazarus Pits knew the full extent of what they made him into. The destruction part was probably what led to his fits of blind rage, or maybe that was always there inside of him, and the pit just added fuel to the fire. If this young woman wasn't a Robin, she had certainly mastered the tactic of keeping him busy until help arrived. If he didn't do something soon, the cavalry might come charging in. He might as well ask her what she knows about the Bat. "What do you know about Batman?" He asked.

"Only that he's the local hero, nothing more." She told him. It was the only reason Alya felt like Marinette would be well protected in Gotham. She had heard all about the vigilantes who kept watch over Gotham City, and Alya even asked for pictures if she happened to run into any of them. "Haven't met the guy, if that's what you're wondering." she said.

Red Hood looked straight into her eyes, and answered her with a satisfied grunt. The girl doesn’t know Batman and isn’t part of the ‘family’. He then heard an alarm beep into his helmet, as someone was trying to contact him. He reached towards his right ear to press a button to answer the call.

“Boss we need help, I think the Bat’s here.” This was dire, if Bruce or any of his lackeys were spotted in the area then he had mere minutes to get out. At that moment he chose to leave Ladybug behind tied up, she was not worth it. Whatever divine being that decided to tie their ankles together had a horrible sense of humour, that or it was some sort of mistake. It would be best if she stayed away from him for the rest of her life.

From now on she was Batman’s problem, if there was one thing The World’s Greatest Detective didn’t have a lot of patience for, it was magic. “Good news Pixie, Batman’s on the way. So I guess this is goodbye.” Red Hood told her and vanished in a puff of smoke. Moments later, Batgirl and Spoiler came crashing through a window.

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keysmashingfantasies · 3 years ago

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Funny Girl

chapter two

summary: after being away for a while, Bucky is back with a mission. ft. Sam and Uncle Gus being the little shits that they are.

A/N: i am terribly sorry for the delay, i haven't been on my game but i am back. also, if there's any spelling mistakes, i apologize for that as well but my laptop is in a better place now (f in the chat). so im writing from my phone. but i hope you like nonetheless. please feel free to leave some feedback! ALSO, very important!: tw for self loathing, body image issues and bullying!

He did not ask her next Tuesday.

He and Sam had to save the world yet again. It was crazy how much Sam and Steve were alike. That might've explained why Bucky felt so infuriated with both of them. Steve now had a desk job, officially retired and laying low. Really low. So low almost no one knew he was alive, but he was. Bucky swears that if it wasn't for the serum those two would've damaged his blood pressure a long time ago.

Sam and Bucky were on a mission to tear down a human trafficking ring, which meant packing their bags and hopping onto a jet again and again and again. The jet lag and paperwork were insufferable enough but now there was the cherry on top of the cake that was at least two months without seeing her. He got distracted. Not enough to ruin things but definitely enough for Sam to notice.

"You mean to tell me you just almost took a bullet on purpose?", said Sam.

"Yup. I meant to do that", said Bucky.

"Uh huh. So what's her name?", said Sam.

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, not even on that fight in that German airport with everyone under the sun after us I saw you get asleep on the wheel like that. Also, AJ and Cass might've told their favorite uncle that their second favorite uncle has been coming back from the veteran home with cartoon hearts over your head. Soooo, what's her name?", Sam said while laughing into his takeout box. Bucky looked at his flesh forearm, the mark of where the bullet grazed his arm was starting to heal already.

"Y/N. Her name's Y/N", he mumbled.

"So she's that comedian that got you on a leash?", Sam smirked. Never in a million years he thought he would see THE Bucky Barnes, public broody asshole number one in love. He was going to have so much fun.

"Cheer up, Romeo. We will probably be done with this case in a couple of weeks. Then you can go put on some tights and go sing under her window or whatever you used to do back in the day"

"Shut up, Sam"

Bucky hated when Sam was right. Most of the time. This was not one of them.

Two weeks later, they were back in Delacroix and by Friday Bucky was almost vibrating with anxiousness as if it was a first date. He barely could hold itself together while playing checkers with Gus.

"Calm down, boy, she's coming", he said and Bucky felt like a deer in headlights, his eyes widening as Gus laughed.

"I- I don't", he started to talk but was interrupted by Gus.

"Yeah, of course you don't. I'm not dumb, y'know. Been alive for a long time. Not as long as you but...", he said before laughing again. Bucky couldn't help but smile from relief and because just how much you and Gus resembled each other.

"You could show me some respect. I'm older than you, y'know", he said as Gus rolled to the dresser to put the board away. He froze again as a laugh that could only be described as angelic hit his ears.

"Look at you two, fighting like an old couple", she said as Bucky turned around to take her in.

He was glad he was sitting down. When she was in the room, everything around her seemed to blur. Especially when she smiled at him like that, walking so the blue dress she was wearing swishes around gracefully around her plump body. She was holding the handle of the tote bag over her shoulder like a lifeline, her chubby fingers losing circulation. When she managed to give up her safety blanket, for Bucky's relief since he was almost prying her fingers off of the fabric and massaging her hand so the blood flow could return to it, he saw some mushrooms embroidered on it with the saying "FUNGUY" over them. Bucky's heart melted and he wanted to smile even wider. She was wearing black sneakers and a glint in her eyes. Bucky didn't think he'd go to Heaven after the lives he had, but in that moment he was glad that he got that little free sample to hold on to.

"I'm not the one in a couple here, Funny Pants. Now if you'll excuse me", Uncle Gus said as he started wheeling his way to the door.

"Where you going?", she said, and Bucky tried and failed to hold a smile when he looked at her, her brows scrunched up and her hands on her round hips, smiling slightly like someone that was trying to scold a child that said something funny but wildly inappropriate.

"Uh, getting jello, complaining, old man things. Don't wait for me", he said. He held up until he was out of sight but her and Bucky could hear his boisterous laughter after he turned the corner.

You were suddenly aware of everything. How you were standing, looking, breathing. Oh God, you should've contoured. What would he think of your dirty sneakers? You felt like you did when you were younger, and your friend tried to set you up with a boy she all but begged to give you your first kiss out of pity. It took an herculean amount of strength to hold your act.

'I can do it, I can do it, I can do it', you mentally repeated your mantra as you lifted your chin to look up at his blue eyes.

'Fuck, I can't do it', you thought as you subtly tried to scan his face with your eyes, and seeing his goofy smile and dimpled chin, you couldn't help but smile too, even if your body felt uncomfortably hot besides the block of ice that was your chest and stomach.

Bucky wanted to hop on his bike, ride all the way to Stark's go back in time and smack himself on the back of the head, even if it caused the universe to collapse or whatever Banner said. Not even flowers? Nothing? After being gone for so long? God, he was rusty.

'Come on, Barnes. You've been through it. Like riding a bike, turn on the charm, think of something. Something besides her standing right in front of you...'

"So... Funny Pants, eh?", he said with a wide smile. He would remember this.

"Don't you dare!", she said with that cute frown again, her lips were in a pout before cracking up and laughing loudly, and Bucky swears he's never wanted to kiss someone so bad.

And just like that, the ice was broken between the two again.

"He calls me Funny Pants since I was a kid. There's a story behind it, actually", she said.

"Yeah? Tell me about it", he said, stepping slightly closer. She smiled. Shyly this time, romantic. She was blushing. Bucky wanted to see just how much he could make her blush.

"I was a very comedic child and so my life decided to bump up the awkwardness to go with it", they chuckled in unison. "Me and Uncle Gus used to tell knock knock jokes to each other all the time. And one day at school I was trading stickers with my friends and when I got home he was there. So, I told him a knock knock joke. And then when I turned around somehow I had a glittery butterfly on my butt. So he started to call me Funny Pants", she said. Bucky wanted really hard to be charming, but he was laughing until his face turned red and he was holding his side at the absolutely adorable image of an even smaller you, with a sparkly butterfly stuck on your butt, hands on your hips and cute frown like you had earlier when Gus teased you.

"Oh, I bet it was so cute", he said, finally calming down and evening out his breathing.

You could remember the relentless teasing that followed you for a long time after. Your smile faltered a bit, but it came back as soon as you saw how much Bucky was laughing. You remembered why you started comedy. Yes, at first it was a way of - sometimes quite literally- beating your bullies to the punch and pointing out your insecurities before they could. Sometimes if you made them laugh before lunch time they would even let you got back to the classroom unscathed. It was such a bittersweet feeling.

You loved making people laugh, make them happy. But you couldn't forget that the start of it all was simply broadcasting the mean comments that plagued your mind in a comedic way, making an absolute fool of yourself to an audience of tormentors so they could maybe leave you alone for a few days, just time enough so you could come up with a new routine.

But that was no more. That was past. You were pretty, lovable, worthy of good things, and no worse than anyone else. Even if you had to remind yourself of it sometimes.

"Nah, I was pissed. It was useless, I had wings on my butt and STILL had to walk home? Absurd", you said in mocking indignation, huffing out a breath and making Bucky beam with laughter again.

Bucky laughed more and more after coming to Delacroix and going to therapy. But he couldn't remember the last time he laughed this hard. Probably the last time he saw you.

After you two stopped chuckling, you fell into a comfortable silence, taking each other in. Time stood still between you, it could've been a minute, a thousand years, a millisecond, an eternity. Usually both Bucky and you would feel insecure with feeling looked at, although one didn't know this about the other yet. But that wasn't the case. Your gaze felt like a caress across his skin, he could almost feel it. The playfulness was gone from your eyes but you didn't look mad or unhappy, you looked serene. Soft. He wanted to lift his hand and touch you. Slowly, carefully, like one would handle a flower as to not damage its petals. That's exactly how he saw you. A flower. So beautiful, you just started blooming before his eyes and he would handle you with utmost care. His Ma had raised him right, after all.

While all that Bucky felt was soft airy warmth, like the breeze that although hot, managed to refresh your sweaty face at a lazy summer evening, you felt hot. Like lightning, like molten lava. It was sultry but careful. Under the smoldering gaze of Bucky, you felt seen but not scrutinized. Pretty and sexy, but not objectified. You felt as if his beautiful blue eyes were seeing your soul. Raw and unfiltered, way more than just the class clown schtick you showed the world. You wondered for a moment if that's what sailors felt before jumping in the ocean at the becoming call of a mermaid. If that's what passion felt like. You wouldn't know, but if it was this, now you understood what everyone was raving about. You had been with others, but Bucky managed to bend your body at his will without even touching you. You blushed at the thought of him touching you, your shyness powerful enough to be able to break free of his spell for a second to drag over his black and gold arm, somewhere in the back of your mind your rational self managed to squeak out a note of pride at him for not hiding it before your mind was overcome with the feeling of being bared to someone in the best way possible, paralyzing you to stare at your dirty pair of Converse sneakers. It was a spell.

"Hey, you asked her out yet?", a loud voice managed to break the spell between you. You looked like a dear in headlights, eyes wide and cheeks warm and flushed. Bucky looked annoyed at the door.

"Sam!", he gritted out.

"Uh... I'm sorry, sorry", he said, slowly backing away with his hands raised in surrender, his neck shrinking into his shoulders in a way it would've made you laugh and make some kind of pigeon joke if you weren't so awestruck.

"I'm late for the community garden duty before my performance", you managed to stutter.

"Probably, yeah", he said, and you couldn't help but look at his stubble covered Adam's apple as he tried to swallow down the knot of anxiety on his throat.

"That was Captain America", you weakly pointed at the door.

"Yes, and he is an idiot", he said, annoyed. But it didn't last. He couldn't be annoyed near you for long.

"He said you were going to ask me out", you whispered. Was this a dream? It was, wasn't it?

"I was", he mumbled, eyes wide as saucers boring into yours.

"Was? Not going to anymore?", you whispered, your hand dropped to your side but still with your pointer finger out.

"I am going to", a beat of silence. "Uh, right now, going to right now", he said. "Would you go out with me? To dinner?", he said.

"Yes", you breathed out. Unknown to both of you, Sam and Gus were in the other room laughing at your school-like crush antics. Bucky's memory flashed to what Sam told him earlier, "You're whipped, man".

God, Bucky really hated when Sam was right. Most of the time.

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ƬΉΣ ΉΛƬΣ YӨЦ GΛVΣ -5-

Series: (✎) On going

Genre: ♔ Smut / ♤Romance / ♘ Angst

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, a lot of hurtful feelings, angry Jungkook, Jungkook Jealous, swearing, calling names. (Sorry if I forgot anything)

Author’s note: This book is kinda weird and has unique plot but believe me everything will go smoothly and the way you guys want it.

Teaser: “I don’t love you. I don’t. All of this was planed. He told me that he will give me money if I gave you to him in our wedding night and that’s why I married you. I love money I don’t love you”

Word Count: 1184

Exclaimer: This ff has nothing to do with real life events. Everything in this ff is from my imagination. The characters are not real (well, Jungkook is real but he doesn’t act this way in real life... you know what I mean)

Parts: part1, part2, part3, part4, part5,…..??

Taglist: @jiminiepabo95 @giadalin @jungkooksseuphoria

Jungkook stormed into the old man's office. Many thoughts kept coming to his mind. Why is she working here? Why did he put her with him and Taehyung? Does that mean she will do what they usually do in their work? Did Taehyung know that she is going to work here? And when the fuck did they meet each other? All of those questions were roaming in his mind.

However, they all faded away when he saw y/n and Taehyung walking towards him. Jungkook looked at y/n wanting to ask her every single question that lingered in his mind but y/n didn't give a glance towards him. She only walked past him as if he wasn't there.

Jungkook didn't do anything, he just stood there, his gaze on her figure that was consecutively departing away from him.

"What is this?!" Jungkook harshly asked turning towards mr.Kim.

"What was what?" Mr.kim asked back with a smirk on his face.

"It impossible for y/n to work with us! She doesn't even know what we do here."

Jungkook slammed his hand on the table, his eyes never moving away from mr. Kim.

"Believe me, she knows what your and Taehyung's job is in this company. I told her yesterday and than asked her if she could work with both of you because as you know she you somehow need a girl in your job so that you could take care of better things." Mr.Kim said leaning back in his chair.

Jungkook deeply exhaled trying to calm himself. He didn't want y/n to be part of their filthy work.

"You should go find Taehyung and y/n. Taehyung took her to her office and he told me that he will help her with everything else. You should also go and help. You and Taehyung should always stay around y/n, because I somehow fell that y/n will not be very welcomed by her colleagues here." Mr.kim said as he stood up walking his way towards the bid glassed window.

Jungkook quickly turned around and walked his way out of the office without even saying a word.

Jungkook kept walking through the company's corridors searching for y/n's office. He kept searching and searching. Will he can't help it, the company is a big one and he had no idea were exactly her office is.

Jungkook walked his way towards Taehyung's office hopping to see him with her there or maybe see him alone and ask him about her office which is a better idea for him.

As soon as Jungkook arrived in front of Taehyung's office his eyes caught a sign if two people sitting in the opposite office that was surrounded with a glass wall.

Jungkook frowned and his eyebrows furrowed when his gaze landed on Y/n laughing hard and he knew that it was probably one if Taehyung's incomprehensible jokes. That always used to make him laugh so hard just they way y/n is laughing now.

A smile crept into his face as he kept watching his wife laughing but his smile quickly faded away as soon as he saw Taehyung place a hand on top of y/n head ruffling her hair. He gulped trying to erase weird feelings that suddenly raised in his chest. 'Calm down Jungkook you have no rights to feel this way. You have no rights.' He kept telling himself gaze still stuck in both of the people that he loved the most in his life. One is his wife and the other one is one of his closest friend that he even calls him brother.

"See!" a sudden voice came from beside him taking him out of his thoughts.

He looked beside him for a second and then quickly turned away sighing when he recognized the annoying person standing beside him.

"I wasn't lying! She really is a slut. After an old man placed his arm around her she came here to have fun with Taehyung this time." Ari spat a devilish smirk in her face.

"Shut up and go away" Jungkook warned glaring at her.

"Seriously are you this dump! Can't you see how she's acting. She is a slut." Ari said her voice getting louder.

"Shut up, I said" Jungkook hissed back as he grabbed her from the wrist twisting it behind her back.

" Hahaha!" Ari started laughing trying to free her hand.

"I know why you are acting like this! There must be som between you and that bitch! Right?! Am I wrong?!" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Jungkook quickly looked to the side trying to hide any expression that showed her what she said is right. But he was wrong, this move itself proves that what she said is right.

"I knew it! There is really something between you too!" She said laughing harder and harder.

"Shut the fuck up! There is nothing between me and her" Jungkook quickly talked back trying to prove her wrong.

"Yes there is. The way you kept looking at her few minutes ago explains it all!" She said back.

"No! There is nothing between me and her!" Jungkook kept trying to convince her there is nothing between them but she wasn't having it.

"If there is nothing between you and her than kiss me. Kiss me here and right now. Just to prove that you have never thing special for her." She said smirking.

Jungkook suddenly stopped breathing. What is she trying to do? I can't do this, not with y/n right in front of me. Jungkook told himself but then also remember that he have to prove to this girl that there is nothing between him and y/n. If he didn't, everybody will know about y/n being his wife and then that old man will know and then he will definitely tell everybody about y/n being with him with the worst part being you still married to him. He didn't care about the old man or himself, what he cared about was y/n. Everybody will talk about her. Everybody will hate her. Everybody will bully her, will call her names. And he didn't like the feeling that just came by him imagining those events.

Jungkook leaned in, his face slowly getting nearer and nearer to her face. Jungkook gulped trying to calm him self. He doesn't wanted he hates it. He hates this girl standing in front of him. But he has to do it.

Jungkook's lips touched hers making his stomach flop in disgust at his actions. He found the girl pressing herself more and more to him trying in whatever way to deepen the kiss. Jungkook opened his eyes wanting to break the kiss and move away. But his eyes met with someone else's eyes. His eyes widened as her expression took over Jungshook's mind. He swore that he knew at that moment that he completely fucked up everything. Even the hope of y/n looking at him for once for the rest of his life. That hope was gone too.

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Any idea what would happen next cause I have no idea :(

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