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were he not born to be a hero he must surely be born for this. <- I LOOOOVE THISS my GODD are u KIDDDDINGME i looooove that so much monty :(( how it ties back in to the start!!
and the way!! he uses what he learned on izuku. and izuku really DID burst into a million tears 🥺 poor guy probs needs it THE MOST WAAAH i loooove this lil interaction i am MUSH
and when he realises its different from touching you??? OHHHH. BOYYYYYY.
i love this monty thank u for writing this
STEADY BEGINNINGS ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO
tags: GN reader, developing relationship (eventual friends to lovers), touch starved shouto, physical affection (hand holding + long hugs), good god the yearning, obliviousness, jealousy, fluff + angst, pro hero shouto, reader works at hero agency
wc: 3.8K
series masterlist: 2/5
Shouto was born to be a hero.
It is a sentiment shared by reporters and fans alike. Todoroki Shouto, the pride of Endeavor, the saving grace of his family name. True, his development had been entirely up to chance—no matter the intent or cruel desperation behind his father’s actions, he had to rely on the probability that the next offspring would win the genetic lottery—but low and behold, he did, and to many people that alone was a sign of destiny at work.
Ultimately, he chose to continue the path of being a hero himself, but no higher being put him there. His father did. At the time of his birth Shouto had not been a son, not even a baby. He was a project. A small, shapeless, squirmy thing. Malleable, like any young mind. It’s a miracle he retained any will and individuality.
Sometimes when alone with his thoughts, Shouto would hypothesise on the whys and the hows. The conclusion he always comes to is this: any sort of reality in which Shouto succumbs to his father’s ideals and manipulation would have to be a world in which his mother does not exist.
While his existence was planned, and wanted, he was to be a hero and as such, wasn’t cut from love—that came after. He loved his mother. So much so that when she hurt, he hurt. When she cried, he cried. She taught him what it meant to be gentle, to have hope, to aspire to be his own person. Years spent amongst the country's finest heroes and Shouto still regarded his mother as the bravest woman he knew, strong because she refused to be hardened by her circumstances; soft so that she can’t be broken again.
You are like his mother in that regard. Those same echoes of reassurance that softness isn’t weakness, and it isn’t earned. You’ve been touching him more as of late, as if determined to prove it. Static between brushed fingertips, words expressed by simply pressing your knees together, the weight of your hand on his bicep to garner his attention. The build up is subtle and cumulative and yet each instance strikes him with the magnitude of a thermodynamic explosion.
Nobody bats an eyelid to this shift in physicality, which makes it all the more difficult to determine whether he is reading into things or not. It could be that he’s noticing those small instances only because it’s you, and you are all he can think about lately.
You’ve given him permission to reciprocate. He merely has to ask for more if he wants it. What Shouto hadn’t accounted for is the unbearability of being vulnerable enough to ask. An innocent “can you hug me?” becomes so much more daunting to voice with all that longing crowded up behind it. He can’t help worrying you’ll see right through to the bottom of his desires.
A hand comes into view. Bakugo’s ash-smudged finger and thumb pinch and snap together in front of his face. ��Come back to Earth, dumbass. Your thousand yard stare is scarin’ my new assistant”.
Shouto blinks out of his stupor and the blurred vignette surrounding his vision recedes. He glances at the skittish man sitting outside Bakugo’s office currently sending worried glances over his shoulder. “I think he’s more scared that you’re back,” Shouto intones dryly. “Isn’t he the fourth one this year?”
“Not my fault they’re all wimps,” Bakugo huffs. A slap reverberates around the office as he throws down a manila folder onto his desk and drops heavily into his chair. He regards Shouto with suspicion overtop his computer monitor. “Whatever you were just thinkin’ about—stop”.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking about”.
“I know you always manage to make Olympic level leaps in logic,” Bakugo rolls his eyes and tears open the folder. He slides out what Shouto assumes is a debrief and flips it between his fingers. Shouto keeps quiet. He reclines into the couch cushions and returns to reading the incident report on his lap, counting down from ten in the privacy of his mind. Anytime now.
Three, two, one.
“So what is it?” Bakugo asks, trying too hard to sound flippant but landing squarely on irritation. “Spit it out before you give yourself an aneurysm”.
Shouto opens his mouth and closes it again. A wave of hot embarrassment washes over him. He knows Bakugo will do him the kindness of being blunt and honest but it doesn’t make it any less humiliating to admit.
In their younger years Shouto saw something of a kindred spirit in Bakugo. He too did not like touch and aggressively voiced his distaste for it whenever he got the chance—which was often, because divine intervention sought fit to give him the most tactile, handsy friend group possible.
As they got older though, Shouto began to realise that the protests and threats were hollow. Despite being vehemently against affection, Bakugo would allow it anyway, and sometimes even seek it out. The aggression was bravado. Bakugo liked having his friends draped around his shoulders. He liked when Mina kissed his cheek, or Kaminari played with his hair, or Kirishima gathered him into a too-tight hug, or Sero tangled their ankles together on the couch.
Only, for him to comfortably accept it, Bakugo needed to act as though he were doing them a favour by allowing them into his space. And Bakugo’s friends played along without complaint.
From what he’s observed you are also an affectionate person. You are liberal with your warmth and adapt seamlessly to the boundaries of those around you. But you were also visibly uncomfortable whenever people took that affinity for intimacy as an open invitation, and recoiled if they encroached on your own.
Shouto has imagined reaching out only for your body to flinch away from him more times than he can count. It’s a battle staged in his head, ingrown fears. The possibility alone was enough to keep him from reciprocating, set in a state of fawn-like inertia.
“There’s somebody I want to get closer to. A friend,” he begins. Bakugo makes an inquisitive noise, props his cheek against his fist and narrows his eyes as he listens. Shouto retells the story in part, deciding to omit your name, and by the tail-end of it Bakugo’s forehead is deeply creased in dissatisfaction.
“You make all your own problems, Halfie. Y’know that?” he mutters, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and sinking back into his chair. “Fine, you don’t want to make this person uncomfortable, or whatever. If you need a hug so damn badly, why not ask Deku? Not like he’d say no”.
Knowing Bakugo would make his dilemma sound ridiculous is one thing, actually hearing it is another. “How do you know it isn’t about Midoriya,” Shouto returns petulantly.
“It ain’t Izuku or anyone else from your nerd squad,” Bakugo says, dropping his hand to drum on the desk. “I would’ve heard about it”.
“Why?”
“Because you don’t touch people. And that’s fuckin’ fine, yeah? But if you had, I know for a fact any one of them would’ve burst into tears and told everyone in a five mile radius”.
“Oh,” it leaves him a little off-kilter to hear. Shouto leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, setting the report on the dark wood coffee table. The corner of the page is curled, and the spine is creased, and the ink annotation has smudged under his thumb. He details these things as he deliberates, the excuses cloying in his throat and thick like he might cry too.
Bakugo was right—if he craved close contact so badly, why couldn’t he go to Midoriya? He knows he would likely be met with enthusiasm.
“You don't have to tell me who. I don’t care. But you’re overthinking it,” Bakugo grunts at his lack of response, in a way that very much suggests that he cares. “Go ask. If they say ‘no’ it’s tough shit, but the world isn’t gonna end. From what you’ve told me they wouldn’t say ‘no’ anyway. Dumbass”.
Shouto nods and gives up the pretense of reading the paperwork. He feels coltish as he stands and brushes down his front, straightening the creases.
“You’re right”.
“I know”.
“Thank you, Bakugo,” he says. A small smile unfurls across his anxiety-bitten mouth. “You’re a good friend”.
“Shut up,” Bakugo grumbles. It’s a testament to his concern that he hadn’t cursed Shouto there and then. “Now get out of my office. What are you doing here in the first place? You got your own!”
“Yours gets all the sunlight. And it’s always quiet because nobody comes in here,” Shouto ignores the baleful slit of an eye Bakugo turns on him. “I’m going to take my lunch now”.
“Do what you want,” Bakugo dismisses haughtily, and Shouto smiles while thinking, not for the first time, that he’s very lucky to have friends like these.
The fidgety assistant bows as he exits and turns into the sun-drenched hallway. Warmth drapes around Shouto’s shoulders, lingering at his nape while he descends the dark stairwell where the light doesn’t reach. His boots thud against the linoleum, and he counts each footfall to keep his face neutral as his legs carry him toward your department.
Somewhere between one and one hundred and thirteen, a fraction of Shouto’s courage starts to dwindle. He grits his teeth. A hundred steps can’t be enough to dissuade him after decades of denying himself any kind of indulgence.
The further he goes into the support wing the more elaborate the layout becomes. You’re in research and development, assigned a workshop close to the quirk analysts. Heads turn as Shouto rolls through. Heroes didn’t often make personal visits to this area. If he thinks hard enough he could count a grand number of two past visits and neither of them were for you.
His stride falters when he catches sight of your nameplate. It is fixed to the wall outside your door, polished and gleaming proudly. Shouto traces the characters of your name engraved into steel before raising his hand to knock.
Your voice rings out from inside, “Come in!”
A pitched beeping sound comes from overhead. The workshop doors begin to open in a theatrical fashion, receding like curtains to reveal your space. The floor is mapped out with tape. Clear boundaries drawn between the work benches, the fume cupboards, the vault and your personal office, in an attempt at organised chaos. He might have been more interested in poking around for the first time if he had not felt on the edge of intrusion.
You’re tucked behind your curved desk surrounded by numerous monitors that dwarf your frame. Shouto furtively takes in your cute, rumpled appearance. The upper half of your coveralls have been undone to reveal an undervest, sleeves tied tight around and accentuating your waist.
“Take a seat, I’ll be with you in…” the dull tapping of practiced keystrokes comes to a stop as you notice him in the doorway. The professional veneer disappears. “Shouto?” you say, mostly to yourself. Your gaze slides beyond his shoulder, looking for whoever might be accompanying him. “Is everything okay?”
There’s a worried twist in your mouth that he wants to smudge away. A look in your eyes—a combination of warmth and weight that tugged at his being. Shouto rolls his shoulders, shaking off the tension, and moving deeper into your office. The doors close automatically behind him. “I’m okay,” he assures, taking the seat across from you.
Your expression gentles, and he likes how your gaze follows him. “I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me,” he continues. “But if you’re working I can head back”.
“Lunch?” you repeated. Your eyes darted to the corner of the monitor closest to you and promptly widened. “Oh, shit. When did that happen?”
An upswing of fondness catches him like a blow to the chest. His mouth quirks into a smirk. “How long have you been here?”
“Too long. I got lumped with a new project a few days ago and it’s almost done,” the monitors shut off one by one as you sheepishly press each button. Then you gave him a soft, apologetic look, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. Must’ve missed me if you came all the way down here”.
Dread shriked through him. The low whirring from the equipment scattered around your workspace is suddenly inordinately loud. Was he that obvious?
You, however, fail to notice Shouto’s anxiety and grab him around the wrist as you pivot the desk. “C’mon. Let’s go before the good stuff is gone,” you tell him.
Shouto had absolutely no clue what the ‘good stuff’ entailed—maybe he should’ve bothered to ask. Atleast it would take his mind off your hand. It’s wrapped around his sleeve, right where the fabric ends, loose enough for him to unshackle from if he wants. When he doesn’t protest the contact you stroke your thumb in an arc over the heel of his hand and squeeze.
Shouto falls into step, too caught up to realise you’ve taken him to the cafeteria. He expects you’ll drop his wrist in the presence of your colleagues, yet you adjust your grip and glance back at him with an encouraging tilt of your head.
“I’m starving. I think I’ll get a rice bowl. Smells pretty good today, don’t you think?”
Shouto hummed his agreement. He felt out of his depth, and he didn’t trust his voice. The spark of giddiness was doing embarrassing things to his throat. The line is mercifully short and before long he has a warm bowl of food held against his front.
“Did you want to sit in here? I can take us to one of the senior staff lounges instead if you want,” you cast a nervous look across the sparse crowd. “I mean, support engineers aren’t really gossiping types but…”
A petty part of him hoped the whispers would escalate. To have your name linked with his, to be known as a person that you cared about—he found that deeply satisfying, for reasons he couldn’t yet put his finger on.
Then again, being alone with you far eclipsed the appeal of flaunting your friendship. “The senior staff lounge sounds best,” he answers after a minute of feigned consideration. You nod, regretfully having dropped his hand, and motion for him to follow once more.
The lounge is a modest room with a kitchenette, a breakfast nook and a few bean bag chairs. It smells faintly like peeled oranges. There are post it notes and blueprints haphazardly stuck to the pinboard, covering an out of date calendar filled out in illegible scrawl. This is no shop awning. There is no rainfall to lend to the ambiance. But you are together in an enclosed space, and that is enough to make his heart beat in anticipation.
You scoot into the breakfast nook. He sits on the same side of the table and tries to subtly spread his knees enough to nudge your thigh. You side-glance in surprise but choose not to mention it. Instead you smile through your first mouthful and ask, “How've things been since I last saw you?”
Achy, like he’s used an atrophied muscle. Lonely, and frustrating beyond words. But he doesn’t say any of that. He digs crescents into his thigh through his pant leg and says, “Boring”.
“Figured that might be the case. I saw the livestream of you fighting Haywire,” you bump your shoulder against his. “The Commission probably dumped a whole load of paperwork on you, huh?”
Shouto wrinkles his nose. He hoped you hadn’t caught that fight. The pursuit of Haywire—an eco terrorist with an electrical quirk—managed to cause an unprecedented amount of damage to the city infrastructure.
“You handled it as best you could. The power grid can be fixed. What’s important is people are alive because of you,” a warm weight covers the fingers restlessly whittling at his pant leg. You pet his hand, “I’m glad you weren’t hurt”.
Guided solely by his impulses, the instant you start to draw back he envelops the top of your hand and sandwiches it between his own. He goes hot and cold all over in quick succession. Boundaries, he reminds himself. But you’re not pulling away. You’re studying him with a knowing gleam in your eye.
Shouto clears his throat. Heat pricks across his skin, concentrated in his cheekbones. “Sorry,” he says. You can ask, a memory echoes. “Is this okay?”
“You don’t have to apologise. I told you it’s fine,” you reply firmly. “I’m happy to remind you if you need to hear it”.
“No, I…” his brow furrows. “I’ve been thinking”.
“That’s not good”.
Shouto snorts and shakes his head, his amusement petering out into a shallow breath. “I want to ask. I’ve wanted to ask like you said I could,” he explains vaguely. “I’m not very good at it, I think”.
You make a soft, understanding sound that immediately sets him at ease. “I guess, after denying yourself something for so long it can be scary to let yourself have it again,” you murmur, a faraway look in your eyes. After a pensive moment the sheen fades and your laughter lines deepen, “I’ll do what I did before, then. If you look like you need a hug I’ll ask you instead”.
“In what way do I ‘look like’ I need a hug?”
“You get this—I don’t know how to explain it,” you gesture vaguely at him. “This blankness about you, but not your normal resting face, I mean you don’t seem all there. I don’t like it. I like it best when you’re happy”.
“Ah,” comes his eloquent response. Shouto drops his gaze to where your hands knot together. Every quark in his body is urging him to get closer, and remain close. “Bakugo thinks I should try to hug Midoriya, too,” he adds, oddly flustered.
“Huh. You talked to Bakugo about—? That’s a surprise. A nice surprise, I mean! Well, Midoriya does give great hugs. It would be good for you to…”
Shouto’s thoughts grow louder and he frowns down at his rice. You’re saying something about physical touch and wellness and friends. Dopamine and serotonin. It barely registers. Two truths are pinging around his skull.
You have hugged Midoriya. Of course you have. You’re friends.
You think he’s great at it.
Why is that so unsettling? Teenagers think like this. Single minded and overly emotional.
He feels the shifting of your knuckles under his palm. “Hey. You’ll need one of these back if you’re going to eat,” you say.
“Right,” he lifts his left hand and picks up his chopsticks to take a pinch of rice from his bowl. He chews until the clamouring in his mind has settled, and you patiently accept his stoic silence without explanation. Shouto hasn’t been this awkward since highschool, and even then he was too wrapped up in his familial problems to be aware of it.
“What’s the project you’ve been working on?” he eventually asks.
You take the change of topic in your stride, leaning closer and lowering your voice to an excited whisper, “I’m not supposed to tell you but—it’s for Deku’s new costume”.
“Midoriya is getting a new costume?” Shouto replies. You playfully shush him and he pouts a little.
“Don’t sulk. He doesn’t know yet either,” you poke a chopstick at the corner of his jutted mouth. “It’s my job to prepare a design portfolio and talk through everything next week. You’ll get a new one too, when you break the top five”.
“If,” he amends.
“You don’t think you’ll move up?”
“Reaching the top was never really a priority for me,” Shouto’s attention splinters, half of his focus on the conversation and the other on the sensation of your skin. He considers overturning his hand to entwine your fingers. “I just want to be the best hero I can be”.
You hum, and as if plucking the desire right from his mind, absentmindedly slip into the gaps between his fingers. Shouto steadies his breathing and takes another mouthful.
The rest of the hour passes, syrupy and slow like molasses. By the final minute Shouto’s palm is sticky and reluctant to part from yours. You usher him out from the breakfast nook first, stacking the empty bowls before directing him back toward the emptied cafeteria.
You slide the bowls along the counter for the kitchen staff to take. Then you wipe your hands down your front as you pivot to face him, thrusting out both arms as he stands frozen.
“Can I hug you?”
Shouto touches his face and you laugh.
“This is because I want one,” you clarify with a warm grin, beckoning him closer.
Shouto inhales steps into the embrace, his arms instinctively wrapping around your back. There are less layers this time—the heat of your body is overwhelming, alongside the gentle rise of goosebumps across your bare shoulders. Your breath fell gently on his collarbone, his head lowering to curl into you. He thinks, were he not born to be a hero, he must surely be born for this.
“Thank you,” you mumble, squeezing his waste a final time as you retreat. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”
Shouto nods. Your presence moves away like the sun being blocked out and he watches you go, departing words caught in his teeth, an incessant buzz in his fingertips. The walk back to his office is a gauzy yellow haze. Every physiological response in his body told him that he was in a free fall, despite his feet being firmly on the ground.
“Shouto!”
Shouto halts mid-step at the familiar voice. He turns to look at Izuku, at the tentative beginnings of his smile. “Izuku,” he says.
“We missed you at lunch—are you feeling alright?” Izuku asks, slightly bemused. “You look kinda… floaty,” his eyes are dark, softened in the afternoon light as they sweep over Shouto’s figure and his face.
"Izuku," Shouto said before he could convince himself otherwise, “Do you want a hug?”
The innocent question appeared to crash into Izuku with the levity of a bullet train in motion. Tears sprang to his eyes, brighter now. Shouto tenses as he is swept into a solid hug. Izuku smells like fresh air, sweat and sweet-salty broth. He holds Shouto as though trying to keep his seams from bursting; thick arms are secure around his shoulders, and a rough palm rubs broad strokes down his back, smoothing the tension until Shouto is relaxed.
You were right. Izuku does give great hugs. Shouto came away doughy, and fuller, and with the stark realisation that while touching Izuku soothed the ache, it still felt completely different to touching you.
Later, as he leaned his head against the desk surface, he sluggishly contemplated the implications of that.
#oh monty this makes me ache for him sooo terribly#i got sooo sad at 'he was a project' bc truly :(((( like a test trial :(( oh im so sad#and this is so powerful omg: any sort of reality in which Shouto succumbs to his father’s ideals and manipulation#would have to be a world in which his mother does not exist. <- :(((( he loves his mama#and i looove the idea of you reminding him of the parts that he loves and admires about his momma#how you view softness as strength and it ISN'T EARNED!!! that's the impt bit. I AM SUUUCH A SUCKER FOR THAT#The build up is subtle and cumulative and yet each instance strikes him with the magnitude of a thermodynamic explosion.#<- SO GOOD DHBGHSF. i also love that you gradually ease him into it#anD WAAAAAHHH THE WAY it shocks no one that youre touchy w him and he's double thinking if its just him bc ure all he can think about latel#An innocent “can you hug me?” becomes so much more daunting to voice with all that longing crowded up behind it <- I WANT TO HUG HIMSDHFBSD#he is sooOOO precious :(( learning how to love and be touched and wanting it just cos he wants it :((#the oLYMPIC LEVEL LEAPS OF LOGIC HAS ME CACKLING HJSBDFJ i looove todobaku dynamics my GOD#AND HOW HE KNOWSSSS BKG IS GONNA ASK HIM TO SPILL IT ANYWAY DSHFBSJD PLS#AND SO TRUE :(( he and bkg are the same !!! in diff ways !! nd he allows the affection to touch him!!! despite all his bark WAAAH#MONTY I LOVE EVERYTHING U WRITE TRULY DHSD THE CHARACTERISATION NAD THE LIL DETAILS I AM JUST !!#AND SHOUTO BEING SCARED OF RECIPROCATING!!! BC OF U REJECTING HIM WAAAAH my precious boy#I CHOKED AT THE DEKU SUGGESTIODNFHSDB and everyone in their group bursting into tears at the thought of shouto's touch WAAAH#theres so much personality to your scenes monty i am forever in awe of it!!!!!! the todobaku dynamic SOARS and bkg's personality shines thr#and im cryING at shouto counting all the steps to you asfbsd he likes how your gaze follows him :(( OHHH IM MELTINGG HE LIKES UUU#WHEN U JOKE ABT HIM MISSING U HGSDFSJA AND HE GOES FULL ON ANXIETY BUT URE LIKE EH ! LETS GO !#IM CRYININGHBDFDS HES SOO CUTE when u grab his wrist and its ALLL he can focus on oh GOD let me HAVE HIM#AND HIM WANTING UR NAME TO BE ATTASCHED TO HIS DFJBS OH im so sick for tht BUT HE'D RATHER BE ALONE WITH U GODDDD#his lil movements tyring to get close to u like spreading his thighs?? OMGFBASFJ thATS SO CUTE#I LOOOOVE the attention to all the small points of touch AND WHEN HE TAKES UR HAND BACK TO SANDWICH IT WITH HIS OWN GOOOD DHJFBSHJ SOMEONE#everything abt this interaction is makigme GO INSANE monty omg. 'i like it best when ure happy' and then HIM OVERTHINKING THE HELLLL#OUT OF YOU HUGGING MIDORIYAF AHSDJFJ IM GOIDHFGJBSL#HIS LITTLE SULKKK SAAAAVE ME and he considers oVERTURNING UR HAND TO INTERTWINE UR FINGERS HELLOADG>>>!>!>>!!?!?!#MOnty i feel like a rabid dog going insane at small touches LIKE. they could breathe around one another and i think i woud die#bnha#sho
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would you write an smau with yuki or Oscar with an ex racer male reader who hangs out around the paddock a lot, maybe there could be a scene where yuki/oscar gets asked in an interview about rumors about who he’s dating and reader’s reaction gives it away?
Chose Oscar for this one cause I'm gonna make the reader similar to a certain someone hehhehe
Also let’s all pretend this isn’t like 9 months later okay 😭😭
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lando.jpg he's such an airport dad (he still has my passport...)
username is that oscar?? in the last pic???
lando.jpg yes @/y/n/l/nofficial did a lil therapy session
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y/n/l/nofficial do NOT call me that lando.jpg Daddy y/n/l/nofficial NO-
username the comments 💀
username lando just replaced Carlos with another older Spanish man- We see u pookie we'd fall Y/n too
oscarpiastri the one time I'm featured and I'm drunk and crying? I'm calling my father @/charlesleclerc
lando.jpg you're lucky thats all thats featured lando.jpg are you sure thats the daddy you wanna call? lando.jpg deleted comment
username HELLO??? WHAT IS GOING ON???
y/n/l/nofficial


y/n/l/nofficial he stole my bike so I stole his look🥰
username I need someone to look at me the way Oscar looks at Y/n
username that hoodie looks a lil too snug bbg do u have something to tell us??
username fr like Y/n is BUILT no way that’s his hoodie
username that’s Oscars for sure
mclarenf1 driver swap?
username YES pls get y/n back just for one race guys pls i beg landonorris I agree Oscars mean to me Y/n’s nice 🥰 oscarpiastri I’m sorry I didn’t laugh at your knock-knock joke 🙄
You laughed as you saw all the comments under your post, knowing you were joining the McLaren garage for the Austrian GP.
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You cheered as Oscar got P2 screaming with everyone else. Jumping and screaming with mechanics that used to be yours.
Everyone had thought you’d hate the boy replacing you, how you’d force everyone to side with you over him, poisoning Lando’s and the teams mind against him. They couldn’t be more wrong.
You grabbed the younger man’s fireproofs collar, pushing him to the wall.
“Y/n?” “P2 baby,”
You smiled looking down at him, giving up on being professional and placing your lips on his, trying to hold back knowing the man was tired but you simply couldn’t, tasting the sweet champagne from his tongue, you pushed one knee in between his separating them.
He gasped, arching his back away from the thin motorhome wall, grabbing a fist full of your hair, making you moan, his other hand reaching to the buckle of your belt.
You separated to breath, both panting, sweaty and blushing, resting our foreheads together.
“You think we’ve got time?” You asked, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his lips, feeling them lift up into a smile.
Just as the boy was about to speak, there was loud knocking on the door, shaking the wall next to it, “No monkey business guys,” a British voice yelled laced with a teasing tone, “Osco needs to be able to walk to the interview room,” he cackled making the other men groan.
“Shut up, Cabron, go annoy Carlos or something,” you yelled, resting your head on Oscars.
“Damn you sound just like him, I must have gotten confused,” he squeaked like a dolphin making Oscar cringe at the insinuation, pushing you away.
He pulled the door open, making the other boy falling in, “Disgusting Lando, never say that again,” he whined making the older papaya clad boy laugh again.
“It’s giving enemies to lovers, 100k words-”
“GET OFF AO3,”
“GET OFF Y/N, YOUR FRICKING LIPS ARE SWOLLEN!” He yelled pointing at his own lips, making Oscar cover his, both looking at you and back at each other, making you realise your unbuckled belt with the reddened lips didn’t look very innocent.
“Ewwwwwww!” Lando groaned, running out the room, “be at the press room in 5 minutes you disgusting rabbits, oh my god,” he cried as he sped down the hallway.
Oscar looked at you, cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment, making you smile back at him, suddenly shifting to a smirk, “well, we do have 5 minutes,” you winked, making him groan and look away.
“Shut up, y/n,” he rolled his eyes and began walking out, with you hot on his heels.
You quickly caught up to him, pulling him into you by his waist while you walked side by side with him, lips to his ears, “oh, it’s y/n now? I remember something like- please, oh god, please don’t stop, ahh,” you moaned quietly, leaning back to normal and walking away, leaving a stunned Oscar behind.
“Come on, Osco, you’re getting late,” you called, smiling to yourself for causing such a reaction from the usually calm and collected man.
You had followed him to where the duo was being interviewed, cameras had been set up by the pr team, and a small section at the side for Zak, Andrea and the race engineers incase there were any questions for the team. You saw an extra chair and made your way to sit next to the boss man himself, quite happy to get to reconnect with your old boss.
The interviewer asked questions after questions with Lando being the leading man as usual, your boyfriend being the more reserved between the duo.
You took a sip of water, keeping the bottle in your hand, lost in the conversation between you and the others but heard Oscar being singled out.
“So our podium sitter here, Mr. Piastri!” The interviewer hyped up, making Oscar smile and nod, “let’s move away from the race and focus on your relationships,” he cooed trying to elicit a response but McLaren media training was a beast so all he got was a small laugh from both boys.
Lando took the lead once again, “I’m just happy it’s not me for once,” he laughed.
“Ooh,” the interviewer gasped, turning the older man at the side, “talking about relationships, rather rumours, I believe we’ve got the F1 heart throb, Y/n L/n here,” the camera panned to you, mid conversation with your former boss who nudged you, bringing your attention to the camera to which you waved at, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. The man called you over, obviously happy that he could get more out of the interview.
You wanted to refuse but couldn’t, walking up to the table and finding no space as both boys had chairs, you placed your arm around Oscar, shaking his shoulder as you slightly pulled him to make space for you. You smiled at the interviewer, keeping your hand on Oscars waist, holding on to the boy so he didn’t fall of.
“Oscar, you good there?” The man asked eliciting a nervous laugh and a seagull screech from Lando.
You laughed along, pushing and pulling him back into you, his hands finding his way to your thighs to stable himself , “Oski’s about to fall,” you wriggled your brows.
“So onto all the rumours,” the man continued, oblivious to what was happening behind the table, “now the two men besides you have had plenty of rumours themselves,” which was a nice way of putting ‘WE SAW HIM KISSING A MAN’ in a pc way, “but we’ve got some sources telling us you’re in a steady relationship, anyone we’d know Oscar?” You brought the water bottle to your lips, waiting for Oscar’s answer, missing the way he’d looked at you.
Unfortunately the interviewer and camera had not, “Why are we looking at y/n?” WHAT- you chocked on the water, spilling it all over your white shirt, pushing Oscar off the chair whom pulled you and Lando down with him.
“We’re okay!” Lando screamed, one hand raised.
“IM NOT” you groaned having broken Oscar's fall.
You'd though (hoped) nothing would come of the interview, but boy were you wrong, because the edits, oh god the edits. You almost had tears in your eyes at how creative some were and actual tears about how dirty the others were.
The sound bite of you and Oscar groaning after falling had been used to hell and back and every single driver had to keep reminding you of it. Especially Lando who kept sending you thrist edits to the point you were concerned about his fyp.
But the worst part was all the speculation. And all any interviewer would ask you or Oscar would be about the rumours. You were fine with it, having dealt with stuff like this all your career but the defeated look on Oscar's face after an amazing race only to be asked a very inappropriate question about the two of you had you wanting to punch people.
After a long, long, talk with Mark and both your respective PR teams, you knew the best option would be to come out with it on your own. So you did exactly that.
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oscarpiastri that’s it your sleeping on the couch
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Hello! i was wondering if you could do serial killer/slasher yandere parent? Dont know if thats too dark tho 😅
Here it is!! I've gotten a few requests like this, and since a lot of people also want to see more willing readers, I added a little of that to the mix!
TW: Implied/attempted murder, loss of child, implied assault/creeps toward reader (not the yandad), parental yandere, light forced infantilization, violence, reader implied to kind of has issues of their own

You know it wasn't a good idea to walk home alone, especially in this hour of the night, and double-especially when there had already been six murders around the same general area you live in, all clearly by the same person.
But, your phone had died, you couldn't get an Uber, and there wasn't really anybody you could call to come pick you up, even if your phone was working properly.
So, you decide that walking home will have to work tonight.
That probably wasn't the best choice you've ever made.
When you're halfway to your house, you hear a slight rustling around behind you. You spin around, hoping to catch whatever (or whoever) was following you in the act of making the sound. There's nothing there.
Shaking your head, you continue to walk down the street, subconsciously walking faster.
It must be that murder case that's been hanging over everyone's heads lately that's getting you nervous like this, right?
Wrong.
When you start speed-walking, the same noise as before starts up again, but it sounds closer than last time. You don't have much time before someone tries tackling you.
In the corner of your eye, you see a gun pulled out from under their trench coat. Quickly reaching out for the murderer's arm, you grab it, and try to stop them from aiming at you.
You shove them away and run in the only direction you can without getting tackled; the alleyway.
Seeing there's no time to hide, and all the hiding spots are obvious anyway, you succumb to a panic attack and crouch down onto the ground with your head in your knees.
You take out what money you have and chuck it in his direction. "Please, just take my money and leave me alone! That's all I have! If you want my phone too, just take it!"
The man almost cackles. "I don't need any money," he states matter-of-factly. You can hear the grin in his voice. He walks slowly towards you as if to intimidate you more, though it does little to affect your mindset more than it already has. He's still holding the gun. "Don't take it personally. It's nothing against you. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
At this point, you've fully come to terms with your demise, which is clear to the other party.
You look up at him with puffy eyes from sobbing, and tears and snot running down your face. Most of his face is covered, but you can see his eyes.
And much to your surprise, you see them widen.
A few seconds go by, and now you're afraid to break eye contact. You watch as the man before you put his gun back in its holster inside of his trench coat and curse under his breath while looking away.
He clears his throat after a few more dramatic seconds go by. "Go home, kid." You stand up on shaky legs. "Grab your stuff first, then get outta here. I won't chase ya."
Hesitant, you do so anyway, because who would refuse such an offer?
Grabbing your money, you stuff it in your pockets and wipe your face. As soon as you're ready to go, you dash past the stranger, not wanting to spend another minute around the killer.
...
After that incident, you feel as if you're being watched.
Well, obviously you'd think so; you were just almost murdered.
But, when you're going to anywhere, you can feel eyes staring at you wherever you go.
A car with tinted windows follows each time. It isn't unique by any means, just a black Mitsubishi.
But still, it's there. Every time you leave your house, the same vehicle parks near you until you return to your home. Sometimes you try going on wild goose chases to catch the bastard following you off guard, but when you make your way back, it'll be parked somewhere near your driveway.
For almost two months this becomes a cycle, and it especially starts becoming concerning whenever you get sick, or have a bad day, there's always a basket of goodies on your porch steps the next day.
You don't eat them, and instead just throw them away, but it's clear none of them have been tampered with. The most disturbing part about it all is they have your favorites—your favorite animals now into plushies, your favorite snacks and candies, and other such things.
Is this his way of just messing with you until he inevitably comes to finish the job?
One night, when you're walking home from work, you notice the same vehicle tailing you from your workplace to your house. You walk with speed and reach your porch step, where the driver can see you enter your house, and they pull out, as if reassured you're safe.
Maybe they're trying to make sure you aren't hurt in any way?
Another night, one late, you stay out longer than you should, and much like any other time, you're followed once again.
Unlike normal though, there are three men whistling at you, taunting you. You ignore them as best as you can, walking faster and keeping your head down in hopes you won't seem interesting. Your wishes are not fulfilled.
Your arm is tugged harshly backward, pulling you onto the sidewalk with brute force.
The three guys look at you hungrily. "Where are you going this late at night?" the obvious leader speaks up, a greasy, slimy grin on his face, only worsening when he sees how fearful you've become.
"I...I'm going home."
One of them tries grabbing you, and against your better judgment, you take off in an attempt to escape, though you aren't fast enough to avoid your jacket being grabbed.
In your panic, you somehow end up wriggling yourself away and onto the ground. You try to get up, but one of them holds their foot on your back, pushing you back onto the asphalt.
But, oh-so-conveniently, you can hear a vehicle door open and slam shut, and then the pounding of boots against concrete.
The foot on your back lets up, because the guy goes tumbling backwards onto his back.
Now free, you sit yourself up quickly, rubbing the back of your head, which had hit the sidewalk. You blink the blurriness away, to see the man—the same one who nearly killed you and has been following you—hovering over the main creep.
"Hey, what the hell is your problem?!" said creep yells. He tries standing up, but the killer stomps on his ankle.
A crunch resounds through the air, accompanied by a sharp scream. The other two guys stand frozen, watching in horror.
"Get your little buddy and get outta here," he warns the other two, finally backing away. He has a gun pointed at them threateningly, as to tell them not to try anything else.
They quickly help their leader up and hobble away in fear.
You want to yell at this man, to demand answers or run, but you can't. "Thank you, sir..." you whisper.
Now you can get a good look at him. He looks to be somewhere in his forties, maybe even fifties, and has graying brown hair, along with gray eyes.
There's a scar along his cheekbone that adds a rugged charm to him. He smells like expensive cologne and coffee beans. If he didn't try killing you not too long ago, you might've really put your trust into him, he seems like just a grumpy dad.
"Are you alright?" His voice sounds oddly soft, as if genuinely concerned for your health. He reaches toward you, and you close your eyes, readying yourself to be hurt, but he only examines a bruise forming on your forehead. "Thought you learnt your lesson last time about stayin' out late at night."
"I don't think it'd matter either way. You know where I live, I've seen your car," you mutter. You don't look him in the eyes, hoping to avoid seeing any possible rage held within them. He doesn't say anything after that, so you continue. "Why are you doing this?"
A rough hand grabs yours, lifting you to your feet. "Do what? Save ya from gettin' jumped?"
"No! That's part of it, sure, but the gifts, and protecting me, and—and...you were just gonna kill me all those months ago!"
He sighs. "Yeah, 'were'. Not 'are'. I decided I ain't gonna anymore."
"But why?" you repeat, glaring daggers at the older man.
"I usually go after bad people. I mistook you for someone else, and then when you looked up at me like you did," he says while shifting his stance to a more firm position, "'all scared and hopeless and pathetic and—" he pauses suddenly, shaking his head to recollect himself. "Look, I saw my kid in you."
"You have a kid?"
"Had. Had a kid."
You almost want to apologize for the loss of his kid, when you remember the fact he's literally a serial killer. "And that's why you decided to stalk me for the past two months and give me baskets full of stuff?"
"We both know for a fact you hardly take care of yourself well enough. You're clumsy as shit, always irresponsible, you eat terribly..."
"I'm not being scolded how I live my life by a serial killer!" you interject. "Who even are you, anyway?"
"Dante," he answers.
"And I figure you already know everything about me?" It's less of a question and more of a statement at this point.
He chuckles. "If I didn't, would you still introduce yourself to me?" When he gets no answer from you, he smiles lopsidedly. "Get in the car, I'll drive ya home."
You narrow your eyes at him. "So you can kidnap me, or something?"
Dante puts a hand on your shoulder, his expression becoming cold again. "If I wanted to do that, I could have already done it plenty of times before, kiddo. I'm a lot of things; a liar ain't one of them."
"Fine, okay. I'll let you drive me home." You roll your eyes when you hear him laugh victoriously under his breath and follow him into his car. "How do you have the time all day to stalk me like this?" you ask aloud, climbing into the passenger's seat. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"You call it stalking, I call it watchin' over you like a father should his child. So far, we've seen just how helpful it is having me keep an eye on you," Dante replies. He pauses. "And I'm retired, but I used to be a private investigator."
"Oh joy. My own personal PI." You buckle your seat belt. You're still in disbelief. Someone actually gives enough of a damn about your safety, and it's your local neighborhood serial killer? "You said you only kill bad people." He hums in confirmation. "Does that mean 'petty thief' bad? Or, like, actual bad people?"
"The latter, kid. Not 'cause it makes me feel like a good person, just makes me feel like less of a bad person."
"So you can admit you aren't a good person?" you quip sarcastically, arms folded.
"Course not. But I don't think there really are any inherently good people in the world," he says.
"What about me, then? Why protect me if you think there's nobody who's actually 'good'?"
Dante glances at you. "I don't expect you to be a saint. In my eyes, you're amazing, perfect even. And sure, you got flaws—a lot of 'em—but so does your old man."
You cringe at the statement. "You mentioned me reminding you of your kid. What happened?" you pry further. "All I know is they died, right?" You rub the bruise on your forehead.
"They were out with some friends one night. And a few hours later I'm gettin' phone calls about how my baby's in critical condition. I get there, but there wasn't anything I could've done to save 'em. All I could do was sit beside them 'til..." He trails off. "They died holding my hand. But," he adds, looking at you sternly, "that shit ain't happenin' to you. That's why I'm keeping you safe."
After he stops at a red light, you stare up at him, deep in thought. "Is that why you kill...?"
"Because someone killed my kid?"
"Yeah, exactly."
Dante nods his head after a moment of hesitation. "It started with that, yeah. I killed the bastards that put them in that hospital bed. But that wasn't enough. I guess with monsters like that, I get a little trigger-happy."
It's quiet for a while.
"...how do you know I won't come forward about this information?" you question once your home is in sight. "Or try leaving, for that matter?"
Dante laughs. "You wouldn't get far without me knowing."
That shuts you up quick. Your house pulls up soon afterwards.
"Well, uh, thanks for driving me home," you mumble, opening the car door.
"No problem. Oh, wait—" he takes your wrist gently to keep you from getting out yet. He digs in the compartment below your armrest. Eventually he finds a pen and pad. He writes something down, ripping it off and handing it to you. "—call me whenever you need it. Even if ya just need help studying, or whatever." Dante shrugs nonchalantly.
"Or I'll just knock on the window of the car outside my place?" You weakly smile. Despite the oddity of the situation, this whole scenario is strangely hilarious.
At least, it feels that way because you might've hit your head a little too hard.
...
Those people who were harassing you went missing. You know for a fact it was Dante, and while you don't wish for their deaths, it still leaves a sour taste in your mouth when you see them on the news, with their parents crying about how sweet and kind they were.
You don't even know how to feel about Dante anymore. Maybe he is a good person, who really is doing the world a favor, but it's just not worth the risk to associate with him.
Except he isn't going to leave you alone.
Still though, you decide that ignoring him until he just leaves you alone.
Which proves difficult because sometimes he comes around and knocks on your door every so often, to drop off food, and just check in on you and how you're doing.
Some days you wonder what might happen if you answer, or send a text. He did give you his phone number after all.
You fight the curious urge, until one day, when tiredly trudging home after a particularly awful day.
For some reason, you look around the streets for a black car following you, but find nothing of the sort.
You decide to go against your better judgment and decide to call Dante. You don't know why you're doing this, every instinct in your body is telling you to not do it.
The phone rings a few times, until an annoyed voice picks up. "What? I'm busy," he snaps.
"Oh, uh, sorry," you stutter. "I shouldn't have called, that was stupid of me—"
"Wait, no, I didn't—" Silence hangs in the air. "Sorry," Dante says softer this time. "Didn't know it was you at first. Is everything alright?"
Your fingers tap against the wood of the table nervously, trying to make up some sort of excuse to cover for the real reason you're calling him.
"Nothing, just... didn't have a good day." You feel so pathetic right now, too caught up in your own emotions to hear the muffled cries in the background on Dante's side of the call. "But that doesn't concern you, does it? Why am I saying this?"
"It's alright, kiddie. Whatever happened to make you upset is important to me." Dante is definitely smiling right now. "Well, listen. I was busy right now, but it can wait, so how's about I swing by wherever you are and you and I can spend some time together? Get somethin' to eat, maybe? Your choice."
You find it hard to decline him. "...okay. I'm not home right now though. Can I just call an Uber and meet you somewhere?" you suggest.
He snorts. "My driving so bad that you'd rather waste money than spend thirty minutes in the same vehicle as me?"
"No, it's not that. I just feel like I'll be intruding since you're busy, or something."
"Don't be silly. Just tell me where you are and I'll be there soon. Alright? Don't get into any suspicious vans or anything like that while I'm not there." He ends the call with that.
The next ten minutes or so you stand around awkwardly, watching as pedestrians pass by. Eventually though, Dante arrives, driving up beside you. He gestures for you to open the passenger door, which you oblige.
You climb inside, buckle your seatbelt, and turn toward Dante. "So...where are we going?"
He stares back at you for a brief second. "Depends. Where would you like to go?"
After some hesitation, you give your favorite restaurant, which he nods in acknowledgement to and begins to drive.
"Why was your day bad?" he asks. "Did something happen? Someone hurt you?" At the red light, he turns to give you a quick glance-over, searching for any bruises or cuts, most likely. You're not injured, though the concerned look on his face stays.
"No, I just haven't slept much lately," you mutter.
"Have you eaten today?" You look away from Dante as an answer, making him curse under his breath. "The biggest hazard to you is yourself, it seems." He shakes his head disapprovingly. "I'm glad you finally called me, by the way. Why'd you decide to do it now?"
You hesitate. "I was feeling lonely, I guess."
"Really? Is that all?" The light flicks to green again, and Dante continues to drive.
"...I didn't see you stalking me today. Normally I see your car following me everywhere."
His breath hitches. "And...that worried you?" Dante looks at you from the corner of his eyes.
You don't reply.
Soon the conversation dies out, and neither of you bother to start another one up.
He focuses on driving, while you distract yourself with counting the amount of trees along the sidewalk on the way to the destination.
When you two pull up in the parking lot, you expect there to be tension, but surprisingly enough, the silence between you two feels comfortable, safe almost. It's a nice change from the usual uneasiness.
Dante gets out first, and you follow. The bell of the restaurant dings when you both enter.
"How many?" the hostess asks politely.
"Two. Thank you," Dante says with a charming smile. To you, it's an obvious fake persona, but she buys it hook, line, and sinker. You roll your eyes discreetly as she leads you two to the booth. You sit on opposite ends, taking your menus from her before she heads off to take care of other customers.
You think about it, then settle for the cheapest thing on the menu, trying to avoid taking advantage of Dante's kindness.
He notices anyway. "I know I don't dress fancy, or anything, but I've got the cash, kiddo. If you want to order the whole menu, you could, and I'd still be able to afford it tenfold. Nothin' is too expensive for you."
"I..." Your face burns out of embarrassment. You flip through the menu once more. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I am." Dante scans through his own menu, although half-heartedly, considering his focus is still mostly on you.
Once your orders are made, you both try making small-talk, which proves ineffective. Then your orders arrive, and that too, becomes awkward when he insists on helping you cut up your meal into smaller pieces.
You make a show out of being mad, though truthfully it isn't bothersome as you try letting on it is.
After dinner (which he pays for completely) he looks like he's contemplating on something in the car. "Would you like to come to my place, kiddo?"
"Like, your house?" you clarify.
Dante nods. "It's only fair. I know where you live, I figure it'd be polite showing you the same courtesy."
"Sure, but it depends if I'll leave alive," you joke, but part of you is still concerned about that.
"With the way you take care of yourself, I think staying with me might actually help increase your lifespan a little bit."
A few moments pass by, the two of you basking in the company of one another. It's...nice.
The drive to Dante's home is around thirty minutes long, and barely in the city, surprisingly enough. His house isn't anything super impressive, but it doesn't look bad either.
A very average, middle-class home. It's comforting to see Dante likes simple things, makes it easier to think of him as a normal person than the murderer you know he is.
He steps outside of the car and opens your door for you. You give him a questioning glance, but decide to ignore it for now, unbuckling and heading over to the porch with Dante trailing behind you.
"This is it," he states, pulling his keys out to unlock the door, beckoning you to go in before him.
The interior of his home isn't anything special either, which you enjoy seeing. It makes Dante seem more human. On top of that, it feels safe here, even if this is the last place it should feel this way. It does have a slightly annoying (and worrying) scent of bleach permeating throughout the house.
You bite the inside of your cheek. "Can I ask something? It might be a little weird or triggering, so..."
"You can ask me anything. Doesn't bother me," Dante says.
"Okay... are you so interested in me because I simply look like or act like your kid? I'm worried you expect me to act like them or something similar..."
Dante sighs heavily, sitting down on his couch, and motioning for you to join him. Hesitantly, you do so, staying silent while you wait for him to gather his thoughts.
"I know you're not them. Sure, you remind me a bit of them, but you're your own person, too. It's fine if you don't want to pretend you're anyone but yourself, y'know? That ain't what I'm looking for, and forcing someone to do that wouldn't make anyone happy." He mulls over his words for a moment. "I guess I just want to be a dad again. I felt useless after my kid died, so you gave me that opportunity again."
You look at the ground awkwardly. "Why couldn't you just adopt a kid?"
"A lot of money," Dante answers. "Not to mention not working anymore and not being married anymore makes adoption agencies wary. Plus, you looked like you needed protecting, so I wanted to do so. Now, my turn. Why'd you invite me out? Wanted to spend some time with your old man?" Dante laughs lightly, but his eyes show clear hopefulness.
"If you insist on acting like my father," you pause, taking in a breath, "then yes. I suppose that means I wanted to spend time with you. Is that okay?"
Dante looks almost ready to cry. His hands twitch at his sides. "'course it is," he mutters softly, barely containing himself from getting overly emotional.
You scoot closer to Dante, hesitating for only a few moments before wrapping your arms around him. "Thank you for inviting me into your home."
He reciprocates quickly, holding onto you like a lifeline, face buried in your hair. "I missed this so much..." His voice is choked-up as he holds you tighter to him. "My baby," Dante whispers.
You don't know why you're letting this happen, but you don't want to dwell on that. His embrace is more comforting than it should be, especially considering what he is. But if he wants to play pretend, to imagine he has a child again, you may as well let him.
Even if that means ignoring the faint noises from the basement, and pretending it's just someone next-door.
"I love you so much," he mutters. He almost sounds hysterical, even if his tone is quiet, almost a whisper. "Never leave me. I can't take that, kid. I can't."
You pretend to be asleep, just so you won't have to answer that. He sighs and only holds you tighter.
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SUMMARY: how they could make you worse.
WARNINGS: references to co-dependent relationships (kaito, lyca, towa), subaru's is a lil manipulative as always, references to violence (taiga), references to depression habits (ren), etc etc i think thats it.
COMMENTS: ok i wrote some Stuff in here. i would like to PREFANCE that this is your relationship with the tkdb boys at its worst. either someone isn't communicating in a way the other person can understand or your personalities just don't mesh well, and that is OKAY. these are just my thoughts and are by no means canon. so please do not yell at me in the tags i am just a silly ritsu kisser.
also i wrote this with the mc's personality in mind but its not Her yk.

Jin ruins your reputation. It isn’t his fault that Frostheim has sunk its teeth into you, making you the prime target of horrible gossip. It doesn’t matter what you say or do, you’ll end up shutting everyone else now. Nobody understands you but Jin, anyway.
Tohma makes you sneaky. You make so many secrets, standing by his side, that it's safer to lie than to be honest. You become someone who can’t trust not only the people around them, but themselves as well. Ironically, Tohma is your most trusted confidant, regardless.
Luca makes you complacent. You’re so used to having protection that you never learn how to stand up and defend yourself. You rely on his power and courage, allowing him to run into fight after fight, allowing him to carry the injuries you could have sustained for him.
Kaito builds your ego up and up and up until you begin to believe you really are the best. He does all of this while regularly putting himself down in front of you, which ends up draining you emotionally. At the end of the day, you end up spending all of your time with Kaito, reassuring him because you are his goddess and the only one who can.
Alan wants nothing more to protect you, but he knows deep down Vagastrom is going to get to you at some point. It happens one afternoon when he isn’t there to stop it, and all he receives is a text from Sho that reads “they’re in the pit.” He didn’t expect to come back and find you victorious, your body battered and bruised.
Sho seems like the perfect boyfriend on paper. And really, he isn’t the problem. It’s his inability to say no to Leo’s bets. Whether you like it or not, dating Sho means you have a massive target on your back, and Leo is aiming a shotgun at every single insecurity. You may end up becoming more self conscious under Leo’s constant scrutiny.
Leo comes with a large amount of problems, and that’s putting it lightly. He gets into pointless drama, both online and at school. He berates you at every turn. He makes you frustrated, gets you wrapped up in all of his bets, and if you become too complacent, he will take advantage of your kindness.
Haru makes you self deprived. You want to help him so badly, but it comes at a physical cost. You aren’t a ghoul. Waking up at 4am every morning and staying out til 9pm just isn’t feasible. You have a life, you have a job here. You need to rest. You can’t keep running around like Haru does...you just can’t.
Towa finds so much delight in being your protector. He said you were perfect, Dandelion! He’d do anything for you! You gradually slip further into his shadow as he becomes more and more defensive, hanging over you like a shadow just in case he needs to catch the next inconvenience. He does it because he loves you, you know?
Ren would rather not go outside if he can help it. If you don’t end up dragging him out, the two of you can very quickly become hermits who never see the sun. It’s so easy to get depressed and dehydrated and lose all of your social connections when you do nothing but watch movies with your boyfriend all day.
Taiga likes to give you adrenaline rushes. He’s reckless and impulsive, always dragging you into his schemes as he cackles about how much fun you’re having. It’s easy to forget that you’re actively sustaining injuries when you’re always running on adrenaline. Let’s hope he’s keeping an eye out for you.
Romeo does not trust many people to work with him. He often puts people beneath you on some level. If it gets to be too much, he can not only end up turning people against you, but shaping your own mindset into thinking that you’re better than them. Than everyone.
Ritsu makes you an even harder worker, to the point that a few of your social relationships may start to crumble. You don’t want to talk to anyone who isn’t a close friend anymore since all of your time is eaten up by him and your business partner ventures. It’s not like you mind, though.
Subaru isn’t as much of a pushover as he has people believe. He knows you know it too, he knows you can see the mischief in his face when he says something snarky about Haku and Leo as payback for something they said to him earlier. And although he’s always easier on Haku, he can feel you start to play his games. He didn’t want to get you involved, but if you’ve already caught onto his game, he might as well indulge you.
Haku would never lie to you, but he will also never tell you the truth. He hides what he truly thinks behind soft smiles and “it’ll be okay,” but you can never bring yourself to believe him anymore. You’re not foolish enough to trust someone blindly. Not again.
Zenji leaves you lonely. He’s always there, in the back of your mind, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you sleep, but his hands just cannot reach you. He could sing to the whole world about how much he loves you and you would still be left wanting. It isn’t his fault, you know it isn’t. But it still aches.
Edward doesn’t tell you the blatant, honest truth half the time. He’s always masquerading, putting on a facade of playful innocence while he carries power that could obliterate you on the spot. You learn to be wary of the ghouls, to distrust them and keep them far away, because if Edward can threaten you, so can they.
Rui makes you jealous. He’s always flirting with other people like it’s instinctual. You long to be his and for him to be yours, but with how he acts you doubt he’s ready for commitment. So, you steam in your jealousy and fury, pushing Rui away in hopes of getting over him.
Lyca makes you more uncooperative. You don’t know how many of these people you can trust, especially since so many of them are nothing like you. It’s easier to never reach out, to stay behind, to stay with Lyca, so that he never has to worry about you leaving, and he will never leave you.
Yuri berates you at every twist and turn no matter what you do. You’ve seen him stretched to the end of his ropes, talking to himself while he works, murmuring about his mother, and yet it's like he doesn’t trust you at all. You feel disrespected, brushed off, and so deeply hurt. You doubt you will ever tear your walls down for someone that easily ever again. You won’t let anyone try like he did.
Jiro is blunt. He’s always been honest with you, but that can sometimes cause tension. He doesn’t seem to understand that sometimes, you really do just want to hear something nice, and not just scientific feedback. It makes your heart ache when he regards you so coldly. Where did you go wrong?
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Red Hearts ❤️ x fem! reader
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Like yeah ma'am I'm on my knees. Respectfully
Here's a Red fic for you my lovesss


"Oh c'mon Red! Don't be staring at her with your lover eyes, go and introduce yourelf" Chloe wiggled her eyebrows knowingly at her friend, who was painfully staring holes at the back of a head of a certain someone.
"Fuck you dumb or something?! Not a chance thats happening" The red haired girl glared at the other princess, stabbing her food with her fork, eating peas was not something she particularly enjoyed. Back in Wonderland she would be having something extravagant, different, weird she would even say. But here, just peas and potatoes everyday, not that she would complain, just, she'd love to change up some flavors from time to time.
"Wellll, I'll do it then! I'm sure she's heard about you coming to Auradon. She was the one who requested for villain kids to be studying here, after all!" Before Red could complain further more, her fast friend quickly took off from their table, coming straight at yours. Her blue locks blowing from her speed, she was eager to do what the other had failed so miserably many times.
But could you blame her? She was not shy, certainly not. She did not lack of anything. Talking skills, charisma and her attitude still on board as it has been since she left her home kingdom to come and study at Auradon. But, there was something intimidating in you at the same time drawing her further in the spiraling maze of thoughts and mysteries you could be hiding from her.
She never spoke to you, obviously, you were too popular for her to even approach you, she swore she'd never get involved with people like that. Always with someone, always on the run to be somewhere, to be doing literally anything besides resting. That's also what fascinated her about you, she wanted to know what a princess like you could be doing every second of the day. Making haste to do her duties? Running off to be somewhere calm? To be finally left alone? She wanted to know your every thought and opinion.
It scared her. She had never felt that way about anyone and it was weird to discover feeling like that, although she found it rather amusing to be thinking so much of you. You were not special.
She just liked watching you play your favorite sport on your tournament's. Oh how your eyes lit up when you got a set point, running straight at your teammates cackling them on the ground. And when you took off your shirt after winning every game, yelling profanities of happiness, the way the sweat rolled down your body and how your hair curled from wetness being held in a ponytail with a singular small braid. She was in awe, although she had never let it show.
She liked to observe you when you strutted down the school halls with your best friend, your books tightly grasped in your hands, close to your chest. You were usually clothed in a light blue checkered skirt that made your ass very hard to not look at, also complimenting your big thighs, not that she would look at of course (such a bullshit, she was staring hard) a white loose button-up shirt so simply hanging off your shoulders making your collarbone pop out so finely that even the mightiest of gods would not be ashamed to check you out, and of course some gold accessories to top it all. The most prominent being your bulk gold ring and a heart necklace, gifted to you by Evie Grimhilde.
Her daydreams were cut short by her very blue friend shaking her shoulders.
"Red, are you with us? Oh great!" Chloe grinned as she got her boo to finally listen. "As I've been saying, this is Y/n!"
"Hi, I heard from Charming here that you've been staring at me quite often" You giggled, she was looking rather cute, just sittings there with her clouded stare as she hummed in agreement. Probably not realizing what she did there. "Id love to meet you actually, get to know you a bit maybe a lot. Whatever you're most comfortable with, hearts" you smiled at her as she blushed at the nickname. She liked it when you smiled, it made her smile internally too. "You up for a ride to the enchanted lake later?"
You never really put your mind to get to know her, even though you wanted to meet the new kid, you always thought she might want to acclimatize first. That doesn't necessarily mean you never looked at her, she was really hard to miss, a storm of red locks everywhere you turned. Smudging somethings in her sketchbook or spraying the walls with her black paint. You should probably be informing someone of the vandalism she has committed herself to. But she looked so happy doing so, and you were so immersed in exploring the smallest details of every single one as soon as she left, that you could not. You wanted to appreciate her art.
You wanted to appreciate her.
As you were in the middle of the staring contest with a girl you dreamt of so many times (strange dreams including someone scarily close in beauty to hers that left you amazed after every night) the son of Aurora came and slipped his arms around your waist.
"Hey baby" you kind of grimaced as he kissed you on your cheek "Are you up to a quick run later?"
"Well I kind of got some plans already Aron" you wiggled out of his grasp. "I'm meeting princess Red later" you grinned at the red haired girl
"Her? but why?" he looked at her with a bit of disgust. As we know his family haven't really got a great history with villains. "My grandma says-
"Well, I don't really care what your grammy has to say. I'd like to make a new friend and I've heard Red would like to know me too" You remarked stopping him from saying some cruel shit about Red's family, stepping away from him too.
"Ooh" Was all Red could let out of herself. Were you really with that douchebag? He was nothing like his sister who actually became really close to a certain pirate after a sad encounter. Matter of fact, he despised vk's for simply breathing the same air as him. It was weird for her that someone like you would be with someone like him.
Later in the day you fastened your pace to Red and Chloe's dorm room, you anticipated your meeting with the girl the whole day. It was dragging, especially on your 'history of magic' lessons where the princess of Wonderland, sat 3 tables away from you, looking as pretty as the garden's of babylon, like she was touched by Midas, turning gold with every second, but keeping her rose colored cheeks as tinted as always. Merely breathing as she fell sound asleep, you could not help yourself to snicker under your breath as you took a few photos of her.
You found yourself smiling at the memory, she was cute, she could deny it as much as she want but her bitch face only makes a bad first impression. If you look at her for more than half a minute you would notice how her features soften within time as she melts into her own world, gets lost in her own thoughts. The way her brows furrow when she doesn't understand something. How her once red hair slowly loose their color becoming more and more pink, so she dyes them unevenly leaving some pink strands along the way, making her look so incredibly beautiful. How her long nails tap the same rythym on the table over and over, as she scribbles sharp lines in her sketchbook. Sitting criss-cross under this big tree on the edge of the forest.
You'd love to know her from the inside, as much as you know her from the outside.
In a millisecond of your knock you already see the door opening loudly and a cheerful Chloe standing in the frame.
"Oh my you look so good, you beast!" That made you cringe a little, Chloe had a weird way of placing words together, but nonetheless you loved the little bluey charming. She was like a little sister to you, even though you were just a little bit older than her.
"Hi my lovely! Is Red ready?" Doesn't that seem a bit like you were asking if she was ready for a date? "I-I, was just checking, I came to take her out, I mean, to the lake" Oh craps, you're stuttering, is it bad? It's bad. Fuck now you're panicking, great!
"Chill Y/n, I can almost hear your thoughts" princess charming giggled as you blushed deep shade of red, Red. "She's ready" She moved closer to you putting her hand to her mouth "Been ready since 5" She laughed as the Wonderlandian appeared at the door, yanking her by her collar.
"Thank you Chloe, we're gonna go now" She shut the door at the other girls face, hearing a loud 'Have fun lovebirds!' from behind them "I'm sorry for her. She can be annoying sometimes"
"No worries Red, I know, I've been friends with her since babies" You giggled as the princesses face lit up from the embarrassment, she totally forgot she's the new one in the kingdom.
"So you have a boyfriend?"
"Wow, straight forward i see" You smiled once again as you put your helmet on, doing the exact same with the Wonderlandian. She avoided your gaze looking like a pro. "You know you can look at me, hearts" you flicked her nose and she scrunched it in annoyance.
"So you don't?" She pushed you away, you grinned as you sat on your motorcycle
"Get on princess, I'm gonna take you places you've never been before" She was stunned, frozen in place looking at your extremely hot body leaning over, waiting for her to sit behind you. The phrase coming out of your mouth not helping the growing burning hot feeling inside her. She wanted to touch you.
Wanted it so badly. Was it mad? Probably.
As she sat on the motorcycle you guided her hands to grasp your waist.
"Try not to fall off, babe" Fuck. She was done for.
On the other side, you could not help the tingling feeling her touch left on you, it made your blood boiling, and every vein in your body want to pop out. Your strong grip on the vehicle only tightened when hers tightened on you. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as your heart beat rapidly on your chest.
What is she doing with you? You're going mad for her.
Mad.
The ride was slightly more calm, Red explored every single detail of the forest you were so fastly going through, and your eyes remained on the road only cursing yourself as you felt her head gently laying on your back.
"So tell me more about yourself Red" You insisted, as you took a stroll through the bridge leading to the enchanted spot. She swung her hands trying to balance herself.
"Well, I'm from Wonderland, my mom is the famous Queen of hearts. Our kingdom is stric-"
"About yourself silly" You stopped her grabbing ber shoulders from behind. "I want to hear about you, Red" Her name coming out of your mouth sounded different. It was not the harsh tone her mother used to yell her name out with. But it was also not the overly sweet almost apologetic-like tone everyone around her used, when she first come from Wonderland.
It was genuine, soft, like you'd truly want to say her name till the rest of your days.
This sentence took you on a roll of quietly listening to her stories from her childhood, her favorite things, foods, hobbies, and many diffrent informations you would love to know about her. You loved when someone began rambling to you let alone when it was someone you took a particular interest in. She looked so dazzling, stuffing her mouth with ice cream and mini cakes in between telling you how the cheshire cat scared her once so bad she began crying. And he just appeared before her while she was painting roses.
"Do you want to take a swim?" You blurted out, the sun was slowly setting painting the sky the beautiful shade of orange, pink and lavender.
"I kind of don't know how to swim Y/n" she blushed looking away, like it would be the worst of crime.
"It's okay Red, I'm not pressuring you to, but I'll happily give you lessons right here right now" You stripped down to your underwear getting in the water.
Red's eyes wandered all over your body until desire took over her, she wanted you to touch her even if she had to drown for it to happen. But you wouldn't let her would you? She hoped so as she swiftly got up and stripped down her own clothes.
Your mouth agape when you gazed at her.
"Dang, you're hot" You smirked moving your hands in the water, swimming deeper in. She began to get in, but slowly backed out "It's okay love, come, I'll take your hand" you reached out for her. And she tightly grasped it but it didn't take long for her to panic when she couldn't feel the ground beneath her feet.
"No, no, no, no" You swiftly pulled her close to your body, swimming quickly somewhere less deeper then you already were.
"Red, Red. Calm down, wrap yourself around me" you whispered to her ear gently, what made her shiver even more than the water hitting her skin. She did as you requested, tangling her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck. Your warm breath fanning over her collarbone made her heart thump in her chest once again.
She couldn't help but look down in your eyes discovering that you were already looking up at her with yours. She pulled your head closer to her body leaning down. You glanced quickly at her lips not letting yourself loose the beautiful sight of her eyes.
Not stopping yourself you closed the distance between you two, letting your lips touch hers, grabbing her waist in the process, feeling her jump at your sudden bold move.
Her lips tasted like cherries but mixed with blood, you could not quite decipher how. You liked it. Liked it a lot. They were soft, and she kissed you so slowly and carefully feeling like she would scare you away if she was to move any further. Grasping your wet hair in her hands she deepened the kiss after a second. Feeling more comfortable in it now as she felt your hands roam her body.
Kissing her was like a sentence to death, there was something thrilling toit. It was not sweet, sickening and bubble gum to anyone's dismay. She kissed hard and strong, sticking her tongue in your mouth and biting your lips when she felt bold enough.
Your hands creeped down her body resting on her ass as she hummed in content, agreeing on every antic you were about to commit to.
It was exciting, and you loved that feeling.
You finally felt free with her.
Swimming, although you could drown in her.
After you pulled away, with protest. Deep heavy breathing was all that could be heard, immersed in each other's touch. Occasional splashes of water in the background.
Were you moving too fast? Was it the right thing to do? You did not care.
She tasted so good. It was so wrong, but it felt so good to have her all to yourself.
The few breaths you managed to take were cut short when she crushed your lips together once again, as if on cue, knowing exactly what you want.
You would not imagine yourself making out with the princess of Wonderland while swimming in the enchanted lake. But that's what you needed. That was what your heart begged for at the moment,
Your moment of peace.
She was your peace
It felt right. It felt as if you were bound by an invisible string. Meant to be by each other at the exact moment of your lives.
She was your escape
Your getaway car
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We’re going down, down the sea lads. Hold onto your sheep!
The Lighthouse Commentary- (bc one of you lovelies suggested it :))
Sam’s face immediately starting strong because what XD
“... you cant close up a lighthouse.” Sam’s initial confusion. Oh brother this is gonna be fun…
Luke’s cackling off to the side as Tom grins
“I meant for me.” Quick save AJ, nicely done, very good
“Its quite late.” “it is really late!” Aj sounds ready to genuinely cry, i feel like this was performed at a really late time in real life and AJ wants to go to bed lol
“Maybe this job isn't for yoUUU!” idk but i like the way he said it- also still feel like they’re referencing the comedy show/real life and not the characters in the play- idk why i feel like this but something about their speaking patterns lmao
“This job is for me!” >:(
“Lighthouse-man.” “li-lighthouse-man?” “yeah. yeah.” Thats right Aj- stand your ground!
“Im doing this on internship-” “you're doing an internship-” glad you both got to say it boys, really solidified the internship bit, nice
“I've never seen a woman. I don't- what's that?” AJ making everything more drastic and chaotic, perfect, that's what i like to see XD
And breaking Sam along with it, beautiful
“The LIGHT!” reaches for it- ok aj, commit, nice :D
The eyes rolling allllll the way into the back of his head is totally not terrifying-
“The light is great. The light keeps sheeps- ships-sheets-” AJ breaking fully as he explodes a laugh but trying to maintain character at the same time is hilarious he looks like he's shitting XD
“There's nothing like the light of a woman's laughter.” damn sam. That's poetic. If my future partner don't say that i don't want ‘em
Tom’s little sheep mehhrrr is beautiful
“A rumspringa.” Sam purposefully using words he knows AJ doesn't know what they mean- asshole XD
“You know the amish.” “...yeees?” “.Go on.” Sam you menace XD
AJ throwing a glance at Tom for help
“Why are you telling ME to go on? You brought it up!” Fair point, very fair point, Sam’s just being mean lmaoo
Ok AJ does not, in fact, know who Amish are, but its fine, after a quick little giggle break Sam is incorporating a family called Amish into the story, so its fine XD
“Going down… down the sea.” I appreciate his commitment i gotta be honest
“Do- do you mean South?” They just cant let AJ have anything can they? Lol
“Do you know what happened?” Sam: “...i think i can guess” LMAOOO
“Through the smoke..” “the smoke?!?!?” Sam is genuinely concerned lol. “Through the smoke, cause there was fire on the ship.” “oh shit!” Sam did not see that coming XD
“Through the- it was really bad!” Now aj feels the need to explain his story, wonderful
Luke giving flashback noises, and AJ just repeating them??? Brilliant teamwork boys, 10/10 lol
Tom, of course, cant be excluded: keep going DOWN lads!!! Keep going DOWN the sea!!!
Luke and Tom have casually taken over the scene now XD
“By the way- by “down the sea” do you mean south???” They just really cant let Aj live!!!! Lmaooo
“My brother passed away.” oh my gods Aj what kind of lore are you giving yourself????
‘“MY SON! MY ONLY SON!” Luke, no no, Aj is still alive- “APART FROM MY OTHER SON!” There you go, now Aj keeps going- “WHO I DON'T RESPECT AT ALL!!!” now that just seems unnecessary - XD
“THE CONSTANT DISAPPOINTMENT!” Oh luke is still going, oka- “I BET HE’D RATHER BE ON FUCKING LAND!!” Luke!!! Let him finish his traumatic backstory about why he wants to be a lighthouse keeper!!!! Come on!!! XD
“So I don't care- bout how fucking great women are!” the smile as he says it because ohhh noo thats not how he meant that to come across at all lmaooo XD
“Im just saying… give it a go.” And that was too much for AJ and we get another quick laugh, beautiful
Sam casually stealing the chair luke was going to sit on to force him to grab another one lol
“Oh the sheep aren't shitting like they used to.” I love how unwilling they are to let a single mistake go, its absolutely fantastic lol! Also Sam’s sheep impression is spot on
“Daughter.” “oh!” Tom was not expecting that to be his role, but ok then :)
“Like someones- shutting the curtains randomly!” Side eyes AJ hard
[sheep panic]
[sheep straining] love how sams automatic reaction is to just do the opposite of what luke said lol
“The sheep are just too inbred.” Sam:... *wait a fucking minute*..? He took that personally lmaooo
“That ones got a mostly bald face.” Luke: *looks at Aj* Sam: *also looks around* Tom: no you you fucking idiots-
[sheep baas] fuck you -sam really did take it personally, but then again, Tom also made it personal XD
“The easen- eastern portion.” “the easen-eastern portion yeah.” Tom XD
“Look at this sheep holding another sheep!” Tom, i just don't think thats what his stagecraft is lol
Sam: *contemplating how to do this*... wasn't what i was going for, but…
Luke's explosion of laughter and the way Tom made direct eye contact with Sam when he said it lol
“Oh no my eyes betray me!” *waits expectantly for a clue as to wtf sam is holding*
“The quality of the wooool is poor.” He really needed to emphasize that word lol.
“Fuck you.” are those the only words this sheep can say???XD
“Going under? You mean its going- “down the sea”??” Tom really missed not being a part of the first scene i think…
“South you might say.” But only might! ;)
“Maybe we could send the sheep?” Tom sounds genuinely surprised that he himself suggested it
“I would be up for, sending the sheep *starts giggling* to be the main character!” *sam preparing himself, fastening up a tie and grabbing his briefcase* “of this story!” i love how both Tom and Sam are fashioning it in a way as though they are asking Luke for permission to do it XD
“Are you sure? Cause i was throwing it out there but..” of course now you backpedal Tom- make it his fault if the plot fails XD- smarttttt
“Why don't we go together?” “ahh fuck.” Sam really hates this storyline lmaooo
“You know i've never seen a man!” Sam’s absolutely done with all of them lmaoooooo
SAM! For legal reasons i will not be transcribing the action he did, but i shall give you the captions- [;)]
“They want one☝️thing!” “And whats that?” “se-ee-ex.” Luke’s disappointed turn around to look at Sam while he barely holds it together XD
“Well where are they gonna get that???” Tom, you beautiful beautiful child, his only purpose right now is to piss off the other three and i adore that for him
HES LITERALLY GIGGLING- this man is too cute omg-
Sam: *in sheep gesticulation* please just send me, i don't care that i have to play two characters in one scene, and that one of them is a sheep, tom is out of his fucking mind, please luke you know its smart-
Or at least thats what i got from it
Luke’s little giggle and pat of Sam’s arm when Aj cuts their scene 🤧 so cute-
“Whats it like up there?” “Sorry?” *gets terrifyingly close* “whats. It. like. Up. there.” Aj looks disgusted and mildly put off but not totally concerned and i love that for their friendship :)
“Its fucking dark though.” Luke is bamboozled. “Oh its fuck- you think its fucking dark up there??? With a great big fucking light?!?!” he slipped accents there for a sec and went into distraught Luke lol (i don't think aj knows how a lighthouse works, or what it even is, and if the boys knew that then they are evil and brilliant, and if they didn't then its still amusing as hell XD)
“Shining *starts laughing as AJ also breaks* in your eyes???” AJ is struggling to get the story right lol. “Do you have any idea what you do for a job???” I think Luke is genuinely curious lmaoo
Sam now having to step in because AJ has confused him too much so he has to clarify it too XD they're such idiots and i adore it
Tom joining the scene because he feels left out- classic
“Ill settle this honey-” oh sam 🫣
“NO IT WAS-” “AAAEEHHUUHUHAA!” Mocking each other like proper siblings XD this is the best thing ever
“I just wanted some fresh air :(“ leave him alone sam! “In the basement.” ofc the last jabbed parting words XD
AJ’s annoyed grin. “Alright- fucking- im outside now!” LMAOOOO
“Will you stop standing with your hooves on your hips?” Sam: *casually strikes a pose and baas annoyingly with a grin because he knows itll piss Tom off more* XD
Again, for legal reasons, not going to transcribe that 😑
“Excuse me-?” “oh!” Tom’s little gasp that makes Luke have to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop laughing. Gorgeous boys
“Its a man..” The quiet awe- tom you're brilliant omg never change
“What the fuck are you?” YESS!!!! Both sides XD this is the best thing in my life
“You're- you're a woman.” even tom cant stop his grin- they are such cuties omfg-
“Supposed to be a man are you?” Sam, never one to let an insult aimed at AJ go unnoticed: [baaa] nice ✋
“Thats right im a lighthouse keeper.” “[baa] what?” Sam cocking his head because wow Aj you just casually stole his job and lied to the first woman you've ever met. Tsk tsk
“Whats your name?” “poppy.” ok aj you're off the hook because now Sam is looking at Tom judgmentally lmaooo
“Oh its cause your sisters called poppy oh alright.” ….. Excuse me for one second. *leaves to go scream into the void* im back….. They just FUCKING- KNOW?>?????? THE NAME OF HIS SIST- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *im gonna go die of cuteness for one sec gimme a moment* idk why but the subtle reminders they are friends and actually know each other kill me. Anyway carry on-
Luke loosing it as Tom connects the dots and Tom motioning the “gears turning” to AJ to try and get him to get it too XD
(Atp they've just abandoned the “yes, and?” joke and started a “aj said one thing wrong once and now we’re gonna make this entire play all about it” and honestly, im here for it)
Also atp they're just competing to see who can make Sam stay in the scene and stand the longest and who can annoy the others the most and i am even more here for that lol
“My dad named me after the sheep.” the way Sam’s tongue is in his cheek as he watches Tom incorporate it into the story and his slow turn away
“Shes an old sheep now.” Sams eyebrows shoot into his hairline
“My names Clint.” “Clint?” Tom’s eyebrows are also in his hairline. “Are you sure?” (psst, Master Ybobb! Its bobby)
Tom treating Sam’s [baaing] as the translator game and just going off the rails lmaoo
“But the lights inside the curtain.” and thats too much for Sam- the way he leans against Tom for emotional support is so cute- 😭💗
Sam is soooo close to ripping his hair out, Tom is thoroughly enjoying whatever the hell i going on, and Luke is just laughing at them all
“Are all men this stupid?” Sam’s head bob as he points to Aj- help😭 hes trying his best guys! (seriously tho, what does Aj think a lighthouse is?)
“Are all women like you?” AJ had to come up with something didn't he lol
“Im just trying to be a good lighthouse keeper and im new at it!” poor baby. “Well you're clearly not.” ooooooohhhhhh. Damn tom. Ruthless
“My sheep will deal with you.” Smart Tom, very smart
AJ just casually stemming his hand against Sam’s forehead XD
“One.. two… three.” Sam, baby i just don't think hes gonna pick up on that 😭
“Im not sure whats happening.” yeah…
“Oh please know what this is.” Sam sounds genuinely distressed, poor guy😭😂
More cocaine, poor sam
Sam and Tom are done with him 😭
“I've just got this bitch here-” AJ thoroughly enjoyed caling Tom that lol XD
“You cheeky fuck.” Aj though he could sit down lol
“Its nice to have a female presence in the lighthouse.” “thank you.” Turns judgmentally to Aj
“Your intern? Your INTERN, is it?” wow Tom, not holding back at all, very nice XD
[one more!] audience member i love you- especially because its funny but also because it made luke laugh lol
“Someones right on the rule of three :D” *seems genuinely overjoyed at this fact* “don't give it to em” “I wont!” oh come on guys!! “Make them wait for it!” thank you sam “Ill make them wait- THE INTERN!” diva turn and he gave us what we wanted, perfection
Ajs grin when it happens too, Sam might be suffering, but the other three are thoroughly enjoying this lol
“By the way whats his name?” “clint.” oh no sam not you too!
“Clint.” Tom sounds so judgy 😭
Sam: they say his father was a sea-men Tom: *eyebrows shoot up, then back down* thats how all little boys are made, aye
TOM!!! XD
“Sorry who- who offered you any part of it? I DIDN'T OFFER YOU ANY PART OF IT!” gorgeous work tom, flawless
“But he never talks about his mum.” guys, its almost the end of the play, why are we adding more plot???
“It seems like you want to give me some sort of backstory.” some people might call this meta, but if i were having a convo with a dude and they said this line, i would also think they want to give me backstory lol
“The light!” “the curtains!” at least they picked up on both stagecrafts. “Why would that make any difference?” “why both-?” “why both?” “why not just one of those things- *starts laughing*” they really cant let aj rest at all can they?? Lol
“Now the light isn't getting in from the outside!” Tom’s spin, now hes starting to get a little done with AJ just like Sam lol! “Oh! If only the curtains were open, this lightbulb would be giving light!” poor AJ 😭😂
“-head like a fucking egg-” fully breaks character and shatters the fourth wall XD
“Hey you! You bald fucker!” Sam: *gasps as though he hasn't just said the literal exact thing only slightly less bluntly* :0
“Yes? Can i help you?” Luke annoyed now too, glorious XD
“Grant i don't need you, fuck off grant.” “i feel like we've bullied him a lot today.” you don't say XD Lukes helpless shrug. “I know but hes pissed me off!” I love the way Aj just stays out of frame lol- hes not getting involved until he has to
“You called me a bald fucker.” AJ’s strut onto the stage is iconic “i've got a whole head of hair in this scene you little twat.” Luke and Aj both laughing at each other- cuties.
“Hey!” now Tom joins, because the scene wasn't chaotic enough. “What are you calling this 6’5 muscular powerhouse a little twat for?!?!” XD i cant anymore-
“Im gonna leave again!” you do that King
[sheep running off a cliff]
[sheep landing SPECTACULARLY]
“The one who gets made fun of. *brilliant mocking of Sam follows, beautiful*” theyre such siblings your honor its wonderful
“Stupid egg!” Sam’s cackle off stage is amazing
“What do you mean they make fun of you?” AJ’s grin as he circles luke- luke you literally started the scene with “you bald fucker!” like come on, XD
“James, the lighthouse keeper. And this new *starts laughing* bitch woman that i just met!”
“I hope you're not talking about my daughter!?!?” “Was she tall?” “Aye.” “like freakishly tall-” trying desperately to level the playing field XD help aj-
“Aye, like me! 6’5!” Luke really enjoyed Tom’s addition didn't he lol
“Weirdly tall.” “yeah yeah yeah, weirdly tall yeah. HUGE adams apple.” oh so now theyre teaming up on tom, i see, i see- theyre such fucking siblings dude XD
*laughing at their skilled insults together*
“My mother was wonderful.” “...okay.” yeah Luke, just smile and nod, good plan, who knows what to answer to that in these situations because i sure don't
“It seems like you wanna give us some sort of backstory…” sneaky sam, sneaky sneaky…
*exits while baaaing* AJ: *no no, we cant let this go* no you come here *the finger flick he does- help* Luke: *because he is a gremlin agent of chaos* no no you come here,
Poor sam doesn't get a break from a single scene 😭 thats what he gets for trying to be a cheeky sneaky little shit tho lmaooo
“She said “go.” *makes direct eye contact* “go down the sea.” yes AJ!!! SPEAK YOUR TRUTH!!!
Sam singing quietly in the background, not sure what hes singing but its great, adds ambiance
“Anyway what’d you want?” *forgets what scene hes in* “Im having a stroke over here.” luke please help him out XD
“It was my wife.” *dramatic gasp* Sam: *obliterates the fourth wall as a sheep* what a twist
“Good thing he didn't fuck your daughter.” Sam go back to being a sheep and baaing please-
AJ’s small smile as he appreciates Sam’s joke
“I wish this sheep would run off a fucking cliff.” getting his anger out for all the jokes XD
LUke laughing- with the tongue in his cheek- ahh hes so cute
Sam just flipping Aj off and making him laugh before finally getting to leave a scene XD
“Mario come back!” Tom having drag Sam from the chair because fucks sake he just got to sit down- but nope! Hes gotta be in every scene lmaoooo
“You're gonna be here til the bitter end.” Sam’s head hang of sadness as Tom breaks the fourth wall lol
“Father, have i missed some plot details?” I fear you might've poppy. Also sam rubbing his nose as an aside to pretend seeking cocaine again, brilliant
“I saw you die that day.” “no- no” “no-” “oh gods.” they're all so disappointed its wonderful XD
“Ill use all my human bits okay?” So the inbred joke did grant some uses didn't it Sam?
“Whats wrong with your sheep?” AJ taking joy in pointing out their mistakes now lol
“We gotta finish this show in five minutes-” Sam is done lmaoooo
“Im getting madness from the lighthouse-” The way sam pauses his struggle to actually laugh at that and grabs AJ’s waist, idk why i guess he just needed to hold onto someone to keep from falling apart at the seams-
“I am a sheep. *deep inhale* I’m gonna do some cocaine.” i think that was just sam and not sheep sam… XD
Sam: *finally gets to sit down* “You are my half son-” Sam: *fuck* no- no- no -NO
“You- nothing- NOTHING!” real sam coming out again… lmaooo
“So you, you're my cousin!” Tom fully understood what was happening, he was the only one who remembered bobby’s name- he was just being a litte shit and i fully believe that- AJ’s grin reveals he knows it too- fuckng hell- and Luke’s little jump as he screams “NO!” is adorable
AJ and Tom grinning at each other like dorks while Sam loses it and Luke tries to separate them
“WILL YOU-” AJ and Tom making eye contact and nodding, because hell yeah this bit’ll get ‘em goooood “MARRY ME?!?!”
Sam explodes, Luke finally decides to end the chaos, and Tom and AJ are thoroughly enjoying themselves
Tom’s little backrub for Sam at the end… awwww
And luke’s consoling pat as AJ just grins and Sam tries not to murder them all XD
@flamingbluepanda @snek-of-eden @dawn-speckled
Sooooo an alternate title for the video could just be “Four Best Friends Competing to Piss Each Other Off The Most” but, y'know, i like The Lighthouse too.
Anyway this was one of the most chaotic, belly aching, cheeks hurting play of theirs i have seen up to date and i loved every minute of it. AJ was just adding more plot and plotholes, Tom’s only goal was to antagonize everyone who stepped into his line of vision, (specifically Sam), Luke was somewhat trying to follow the plot but mainly just going for insults and gremlin activities, and Sam was losing his mind. :) beautiful. 10/10.
(also, the way that this is one of the only plays where they forget to say “and hopefully an end” is kinda ironic lmaoo)
anyway hope you enjoyed it as much as i did :)
#sfth#shoot from the hip#the lighthouse#sam russell#tom mayo#luke manning#alexander jeremy#it was beautiful#i cant breathe#screaming#anywho#platonic soulmates#i think they all owe sam a drink#or some actual cocaine#besties#Youtube
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hanji x reader; highschool castes AU!!
contains: eruri guys im sorry it just comes out naturally, friends to lovers, overall just fluff!! <3
i love love love hange an abnormal amount their so cute and silly and also like 35 years old!!! scheduled post reminder to go look at ur saved hange edits again tee hee :3!!
planning on doing a meet cute with cashier!hange next huhuhu ^_^ it’s good TRUST
it was friday, and to say hanji was excited was an understatement. they hadn't seen you in weeks- work and other plans had always gotten in the way.
it was honestly strange.
the two of you lived in the same apartment complex, next door in fact. so how the hell hadn't you seen each other yet??
quite frankly, it sucked. but in exactly 15 minutes, their study hall period would be released, and they'd be able to run out and hug you for the first time in forever.
currently they were sitting at their desk, twirling a pencil between their fingers. it had been a while since they were so excited to get out of school they were counting down the seconds until the minute passed by.
13 minutes. just 13 more, and they'd be able to see you again.
"hey, dr. zoë?"
they glanced at the kid talking to them- oh, it was the weird one! well. more normal than... other kids in their classes. eren. eren yeager. too many weird kids, just call him by his name at this point.
"whats up?"
"are you in love with someone?"
they slowly turned their head towards the kid, attention now fully on him. why the hell was he asking this?
"actually, i've been wondering that too." the blonde bowlcut from 3rd period. "everyday for the past three weeks you've been staring at the clock sorrowfully like a kicked puppy."
they sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose, thinking about what they should say. how were these kids with sloppy grades so smart?
"and why should i even say? thats like... secret, ya know?"
wow. how smooth and suave of them. perfect execution- not suspicious at all.
a quick glance at the clock- 10 more minutes. just 10 more minutes until they'd be able to wrap their arms around you and-
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. i think my laptop broke again."
way to break the awkward silence, jean.
"armin, please assist mr. kirstein with his computer."
hanji exchanged a nod with the boy, relieved that the topic of you had passed. not that they'd pass up the opportunity to talk about you- they loved it!
it was just really awkward talking about you as though you were theirs when the two of you were... friends. just extremely close friends, of course!
they glanced at the tests they were supposed to be grading, their gaze falling over the last few papers. just these papers, 9 more minutes, and they'd be able to sneak a little kiss on your cheek.
hanji laid their head down onto their desk, right beside the paper. they absentmindedly swiped their pen over said paper, marking it the best they could without spilling ink all over the place.
as they finally set it aside, they sighed. blinking heavily, hanji went to stare out the window, their eyes following the birds as they-
BRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG
oh! fucking finally!
hanji stretched, their limbs popping as they breathed in a deep breath of relief. time to nonchalantly sprint out of the room and into the parking lot to see you.
the afternoon sun was hot, beating down on them intensely. their eyes darted around the area, searching every space for you and your car.
they startled as their surprisingly short coworker- levi ackermann- slapped them on the back. as hanji regained their senses, levi smirked. kind of a smirk? more of a smug frown, if that makes sense.
"watch where you're going, four eyes. we can't afford for you to get run over again."
hanji cackled at the wee man, rustling his hair to watch him get annoyed.
"i'll be okay, half-pint! go run to your big ol' blond and leave me alone for the weekend."
levi grumbled and turned away, beginning to speed walk towards a red honda prius, said hot blond waiting inside it.
hanji continued looking for your car, scanning each and every row until they finally saw yours- a baby blue subaru forester.
excitedly, they resumed their sprinting, the gravel beneath them crunching satisfyingly as they got closer to your car.
and you were right there next to it, looking off at the community garden next to the school with a dazed look in your eyes and a brush of blush on your cheeks.
they put a hand on your shoulder roughly, making you turn and beam at the sight of them.
“it’s good to finally see you, hans!! now, let’s get out of here before miche tries to make you join him for bowling.”
the car ride was close to incredibly awkward, but for several reasons.
one of those reasons was surprisingly not Hange’s hand in your thigh. that was a normal thing- a normal, friendly thing that was done between you and them.
one of those reasons was actually that hange wasn’t even driving while putting their hand on your thigh, but that was pretty much it besides them staring at you the entire time with no explanation.
it was also the undeniably clear tension.
the two of you had been dancing around each other for MONTHS on end, just teetering on the edge of confessing all the while. the truth is, neither of you were level headed enough to really recognize that the other had a crush.
however, tonight would be the night that would change.
as soon as you parked the car and unlocked the doors, hange practically flew out of their side, snatching their things and sort of aggressively opening your door for you. very polite.
they were thinking about doing the same when the two of you reached your apartment, but they’d forgotten you were actually responsible and locked your apartment after leaving it, so another chance to be suave was knocked out of their hands.
once the two of you got inside, they plopped their bag by your door and bounded forward, scooping you up into their arms and sighing gleefully.
some sort of squeaking noise came out of your mouth as hange squeezed you, cooing about how much they missed you.
little did you know, this was the first step of their evil plan... to date you. such an evil objective, really.
when hange finally let you go, they gave you a little smooch on the cheek, patting your shoulder and flopping down onto your couch.
"so, what're we doin' tonight cutie?"
they followed your figure with their eyes as you moved toward your kitchen, making a small effort to support their head so they could keep looking at you.
"i dunno what we're doing, but i'm going to cook some fried rice and watch something on tv. i'll cook two servings, if you're staying."
they didn't respond- too busy looking at you. hange was examining the way you looked in the lighting of your apartment.
"hans?"
"can you c'mere real quick, pretty?"
you shrugged and went to sit next to them on the couch- this was just hange being their abnormal self again.
as soon as you sat down, they tugged you towards them, settling into a cuddling position. subtly, hange buried their face in your neck, sighing contentedly at the scent of your perfume.
after a while, it was clear they weren’t going to let go, shifting their body so it was as close as possible to yours.
you combed your hands through their hair, pleasantly surprised at the lack of oil their hair contained.
“had a meeting today… annoying ass school board made up of old men…
they muttered into the crook of your neck, fingers gently tracing the sides of your torso as you felt through their hair.
just… just normal best friend activities, really!
“hey, hange?”
“mmm’yeah?” they tilted their head back to look at you, blinking sleepily.
“I have… a bit of a weird request.”
they were much more awake now, staring into your eyes as you tried to avoid eye contact with them. you were blushing, they noticed.
“could you kiss me?”
hange didn’t bother to ask any questions- they just wanted to give you a big smooch right then and there.
they took your cheeks into their hands, and smushed their lips into yours.
as the very friendly platonic kiss went on, their nose bumped into yours, making them pull away for a minute to laugh.
when hange got their breath back and looked up at you, they swore they could feel the heat radiating off your face.
“wow, that was…” they murmured, looking into your eyes with the look of someone drunk on love.
“that was..? that was what?? hange, you can’t just leave me hangin’ like that!” you squeaked, sitting up and pulling them along with you.
“sorry, sorry!” hange laughed again, securing their arms around your waist once more. “you’re just so cute it’s distracting me!”
finally, they rendered you speechless, reveling in their victory as you put your face into your hands.
hange gently took one of the hands you’d hidden your face into and kissed it all over, making you put your other hand to the side and focus your attention on them.
“since when did you become so charming, hans?” you quirked up an eyebrow at them as they held your hand, tracing lines on your palm.
they looked at the floor, debating whether they’d respond or not.
“…Levi lent me one of his romance novels.”
“yeah, that makes more sense.”
the brunette looked back up at you, pulling out their puppy eyes and waiting for you to... well, i don't really know what their waiting for at all to be honest.
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"i'm waiting for you to ask the thing."
they continued to stare at you intently, eyes sparkling like brown jaspers. wait- were they expecting you to ask them if they wamted to start dating? even though they brought it up??
"hange zoë," you spoke softly, drawing their attention from your hand. "would you be the sweetest chem teacher ever and go out with me?"
as your words slowly registered in their mind, hange's smile grew progressively wider and their cheeks pinker. with blush.
once more they grabbed you by your cheeks and lowered their lips onto yours.
this time it was less rushed- more loving. they gently cradled your face, giving you several kisses with a smile the entire time.
"how can you manage being the most enchanting person in the history of the world?" they murmured as they pressed another love-filled kiss to your lips.
"i could ask you the same thing, silly." you giggled at their antics, leaning backwards so you could gaze at their face.
the moment was so tender it felt like you were two teenagers who'd never been more in love- it felt like you were two cats snuggling up together under the warmth of the hot sun.
it was perfect.
well, until their stomach rumbled so loudly it sounded like an 18-wheeler stuck in the mud.
"you know, i was just about to say you look good enough to eat!"
they looked you up and down and licked their lips, grinning like they'd won the lottery- or maybe like a cat had approached them on the street.
"nice try, but we're cooking the fried rice."
hange frowned comically and sighed like a victorian staged actor, then leaned forward to rest their head on your chest.
"so be it then. let us cook the rice."
god, they were a weirdo.
a very cute, charming, respectful weirdo who you'd now get to kiss, though! nothing better than that.
#hange zoe#hange x reader#hange zoë#attack on titan#hange zoe x you#hanji zoe x reader#hanji x reader#hanji zoe#hange x y/n#hange zoe x reader
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Angst Ran request
The reader has a crush on ran and he does everything to get ran to notice him, trying to talk to him, trying to invite him out to hang outs, even getting gifts. So one day the reader has the courage to write a love letter and hand it to ran. The reader is just nervous hoping ran would accept his feelings but all comes down when ran not only harshly rejects but rips the letter and saying that there was never anything between them
Note: To the person who anonymously asked why I haven't written the requests, it's because I have to want and feel comfortable to write them. Some people don't read what I am and am not okay with writing. I also don't like being rushed to write. Makes me lose the little amount of inspiration I have. But here is this request! Hope ya like it!
Title: Love Confession?
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Pairing: Ran x M! Reader
Warnings: MAJOR ANGST, like I'm talking mocking, manipulating, and straight up Ran being a complete ass.
Ran sighed happily as he ate his favorite dessert. (Name) had given it to him after Ran gave him his homework to "help" him finish. Honestly he just didn't want to do it. But Rindou's little friend was ALWAY more then happy to help.
Speaking of Rindou, Ran peak his eyes across the room where Rindou was watching the scene with a small scowl. Ran knows how much the gullible idiot meant to his baby brother. He honestly doesn't know what his little brother sees in him. (Name) was too trusting and nice for his own good.
Maybe thats why Rindou kept him around. To have a little errand boy or maybe so (Name) could buy him stuff he didn't want to pay for. If it was either reason Ran could see it, but deep down he knew it was the innocence and kindess (Name) has that drew in Rindou. Like Ran said before, he was too good for his own good.
Ran shook his head ridding himself of said thoughts. He looked over and saw Rindou open his mouth, but was interrupted when (Name) cleared his throat. Informing Ran he was finished with his homework. As Ran reached for his homework to check over the answers his eyes caught a small red envelope.
He stared at it with a raised brow before looking up and seeing (Name) blush with a proud look. Which was quickly wiped away when Ran huffed a small snort. Ran's snort turned into a small laugh which lead to a loud and amused cackle.
"What is this?"
"I-Its a letter I wrote for you..."
"I can see that. But it almost looks like a love confession letter."
Ran took the silence and (Name) now frozen expression as his answer. That the letter was IN FACT a love confession. Which only amused Ran even more. He ignored the now teary and heart broken (Name) and ripped the envelope without even reading it.
"Well sorry to burst your bubble but I'm already in a very HAPPY relationship. Do you remember the guy that stayed the night last week?"
(Name) didn't say anything. He only nodded. The guy was a huge jerk. Demanding (Name) go and buy them drinks and snack from the convenience store. He tried refusing but when Ran asked him so nicely.
"That was my boyfriend. There isn't anything between us. I only tolerate you because your Rindou's little friend. I honestly don't know where you had the confidence to even think you had a chance with me."
Ran took his silence as a go ahead and finish what he was saying.
"You just thought you could buy me gifts, do my homework, try inserting yourself into my life, and I would just accept your feelings for me?"
(Name) didn't say anything. Just let the tears run down his face as Ran laughed again. He quickly got up and gathered his things before quickly leaving. He couldn't stay here another moment.
As (Name) ran away from the Haitani household, the brothers were still where they sat. Ran was still happily laughing his head off as Rindou stared heartbroken at the ajared front door. Was Ran the only reason (Name) wanted to be around him?
Or was he actually Rindou's friend? At this point, he wasn't too sure. As he stared at his wheezing brother, Rindou could only feel shame and pity that (Name) had fallen for him. Maybe Rindou could use this in his favor, though. What if he used this to get (Name) to like him instead?
#male reader#x male reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x male reader#haitani ran#haitani ran x male reader#ran x male reader#ran haitani#rindou haitani#haitani rindou
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okay its no secret i dont buy into marazhai being the persona he puts on. so as i've officially met him in game now, im making a list of all the in-game reasons i think he's a bit of an idiot [which i love btw. i find him far more compelling if he's a bit stupid/weird and he's trying so hard not to be but you just know nobody in commorragh is inviting him to parties]
the very first time you get a glance of him on a rooftop and. 'deal with this' "of course" proceeds to just walk off like 3 seconds after the other two
ambushes you. has you cornered. is in optimal position to kick your ass frankly, high ground and better weapons and utilising shock against you. ...he bitches at you for a while, gets insulted, then runs off into the forest with a maniacal cackle
heinrix fired a mild insult [considering what he's like to everyone else its barely an insult] and he took big enough issue with it to start saying how he'll break him and turn him into a pet. oh sure dude you're responding super well to this mild comment from the guy who accidentally insults everyone and their entire ancestral line at some point
i think it says something that he's learned to speak your language fluently too. that Has to be some kind of Yikes moment to admit publicly in drukhari culture. buried family secret great great grandfather drukhari-georg learned to speak mon keigh and now we claim he just spoke oddly because was shot in the head as a child to prevent the shame
he also knows the mon keigh lore that says youre a super special little guy as rogue trader and actually LISTENS to the fact you're the special little guy as rogue trader. and he does treat you as more equal/with more respect than the other characters. thats not just a drukhari culture yikes thats what gets you checked for a concussion or brain damage
literally socially atrocious enough its believed he's working with you [read: with you. not using you, not manipulating, cooperating. this is a big difference i feel] and only he himself doesnt believe it
ignore the fact he eventually DOES work with you which. is its own follow up statement
challenges you to fight him, to give chase then and there. i made him wait while i went through english government simulator where i queued for multiple days, did multiple day/week voidship trips back and forth, got distracted by accidentally starting jae's romance, pasqal telling me to servitorise her, getting blackout drunk with her, shipwide broadcast tm, giving her a voidship, her getting me a space cat, attacked by pirates, dealt with a plague, explored a few extra systems.......................
he destroys your palace. ...its rebuilt effectively within a week. most of the damage is in bodies which are just sent to the poor district to rot [almost feels worse than the damage done good job imperium]
the throne has claw marks. he could've blown it up or shot it or piled corpses on it but no he wanted to sit on the fancy chair and so turned into a common housecat mauling the sofa arm
how long was he just sitting there lounging on that chair? again see how long i kept him waiting. he was just sitting there trying to find a comfy position on this [for him] kinda small chair JUST so he could briefly taunt, break your window with his space motorbike, jump off the chair in a dramatic [but not gunna lie not that impressive] feat of gymnastics, then fly out. he doesnt even shoot at you as he leaves
i will continue my list as i see more that entertain me
#warhammer rogue trader#rogue trader marazhai#marazhai rogue trader#marazhai aezyrraesh#dont listen to how he tries to portray himself hes LAME and i thoroughly enjoy that about him#like. marazhai is a social outcast on so many levels and he is trying SO hard to compensate. it makes him incredibly interesting#ive seen some stuff of him later on but not all that much so im really curious how it'll go/how well i've grasped him#my current thoughts on him? he's just. fundamentally someone who desperately wants to be understood#but in all his long life he's never found it. and commorragh isnt a place for weakness like that. so he acts over it#he pretends to be some great evil mastermind with a lot of flair which is Intentional. because he doesnt know how to act like other drukhar#so concealing that is the best he's got. he doesnt realise the yawning gaps that show it for what it is and bring distain on him anyway#drukhari hate him because he's not like them. he's odd and dramatic and takes things to heart when he shouldnt but dismisses things he shou#he's tolerated for his blood connections and how it killing him could be an invitation for feud. he's also easy to get out of the way#send him to go chat to some mon keigh he'll be so fixated on setting the stage for the meeting he'll miss the important stuff#humans hate him bc he's drukhari. they believe the way he portrays himself because it fits propaganda#hell he may've even learned how to act drukhari from human stories. it'd fit tbh. ....i want to think more on this now#either way he loses. and tbh thats why i do like the idea of him with pasqal. theyre both freaks and social outcasts despite their ranks#robot rambles
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unfinished dustjim body swap au
this is from like 3 years ago and stopped at the bullet point planning part. theres a bit of spitballing at the start.
@deezy1478 bc you asked ✌️
WHAT HAPPENS: JIM N DUSTIN CHANGE BODIES; DUSTIN HAS A BODY DYSMORPHORIA CRISIS. CRIES, I BET. JIM ENJOYS BEING TALL. I GUESS THEY CAN FUCK.
Okay im not doing caps the whole time i was just excited. So, like, what happens beyond just that idea. I wanna explore, like, low-self dustin, for sure, but like. I need more than just that. Like, what the fuck makes them swap. Even if i cant explain it, something needs to be the catalyst. Catalyst found, jim picks up dustin, they wake up as each other.
“ something jim saying like “whether i’m me or in your body, i always wanna take care of you, dust””
dustin is excited about it at first— they both are. there's some bafflement, some confusion, but, like, perhaps once they've confirmed its temporary (or maybe not even then), they're both pretty excited about it. maybe it happens separately, go back to roomies verse, and dustin sees that he's in jims body. excited, elated, hot boy Jim. and then i want them to see each other, and I want dustin to look at his body from the outside- for the first time, for the millionth time.
and I want jim to be like "my god i look like this to you? I’m little?”
OKAY SO SET UP: normal fucking times in roomie verse, theyre palling around, play fighting, a little tipsy. Dustin is in Some Anguish but the alcohol dulls it.
And jim declares, “bet i could pick you up”
Dustin brushes it off, but jim insists, gets his arm around dustin
And that cold wash of fear
“No, really, don’t—”
But jim grabs him and hefts him up and spins, and cackles.
And hes all joyous that he fuckin deadlifted him, this is great, and hes stil all handsy
And the night melts away, and dustin has a lump in his throat
He wakes up the next morning with a normal and proportional hangover. Which he wants to ignore, and roll over and go back to sleep, but hes gotta piss, so, fuck. Wake up ungodly early (8:45) and go take care of it
Wobbles getting up, wonders if hes, somehow, still drunk.
He gets to the bathroom and stops dead instantly, knows something is off
Stomach clench of startle, somethings wrong, then relief that its all fine— thats just jim hes seeing—
Seeing him in the mirror??
Gets this feeling like hes falling, like he stepped off a curb and he’s waiting to jerk awake in his bed— but theres nothing. Just falling.
How do i bring in jim.
I think its the same thing. He shuffles to the bathroom, also hungover, and hes complaining.
“Dustinnnn,” dustins own voice complains. He’s gotten over that ‘ugh thats my voice?” feeling a long time ago, but thats for like. Seeing it back on video. Not in his fucking hallway. “Dustin, my heads fucking killing me, don’t hog the bathroom—”
And theres dustin, in the doorway, staring down at jim on the precipice of a panic attack
Chaos
Idk what happens exactly but theres yelling and panic
And they figure out that theyve swapped bodies
Dustin gets excited first. That hes. He’s hot boy jim.
Jim panics a bit more, mostly, “how the fuck are we gonna tell people” but dustins like “iunno maybe itll go back. Maybe we just need to get drunk again tonight.”
Okay i think i want them to both just stand in front of the mirror, both jammed into the bathroom, looking at themselves
Jim says “well, i could lift you way easier now, i bet”
Dustin weakly chuckles, yeah, thats true.
He cant stop looking at himself. At jim’s body. Turning his face, touching his skin— his abs, his muscles.
He looks down at the sink, and its— its higher, or it feels like it is. Doesnt seem like it would hurt his neck the way it does now to look down at it all the time.
Okay i really wanna dwell on dustin looking at jims body. First is the ‘oh the counter is higher now’ and then he really looks in the mirror
Like he makes eye contact with himself. Turns as much as he can to see his back, see him self from an angle he might recognize
And i want him very giddy that hes, like, perfect now. Hot boy abs, his wisdom teeth dont ache, hes-
Hes little.
His eyes trace around his waist, where the gut on his body is. Where its all muscle now. Nothings soft, his body pulls itself to stand straight
“Oh my god,” in a half laugh from next/above him. He looks. “Is that what i look like?”
“What?”
Its weird, seeing his own face smile. Not like for a picture but— like how jim does when he corpses, kinda.
“I look so little” and he puts a big hand on dustins head, slides it sideways and taps his fingers to his jaw. “Oh my god.”
And jim always gets a little combative when dustin would point this out. Now that hes on the other side— losing 5 inches of height, dustin should be just the same
Whens he ever done what he should, tho
He looks in the mirror again, and looks at him and his body. Jim measuring his height to the jaw was generous, still, they could go chin to crown of skull.
It made dustin go hot and pink thinking about.
AND THATS IT IM SORRY
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PKMN ScarVio DLC AU ~ Possessed!Kieran
Just finished the page for my contribution to the good ol’ Toxic Chain theory :OOO
I recently finished the Teal Mask and finishing up the Indigo Disk DLC and while i really did like the fact that Kieran’s actions were all his own and makes him a much more realistic/relatable character, I am feeling a little robbed we didn't get a possessed!kieran + i really did not like the direction they took w/ Mochi Mayhem. I felt like it was WAAAY too silly/comedic for my tastes (if you liked it more power to you tho!), and wish we had more lore/backstory and involvement of Pecharunt and the Loyal 3 respectivally.
so i wanted to try killing two birds with one stone and try to mash ID and MM together somewhat! So heres some sketches and concept stuff ft. My PKMN!Violet sona. And also make this AU ANGSTY AS FUCK-
im not a comedy/crack/silly person when it comes to stories involving manipulation/mind control type of stuff because i just get second hand embarressment for those under doing wierd stuff while not aware so if your looking for a “silly haha!” AU with this type of concept ive got bad news for ya… this AU aint gonna be for you-

Starting off… my design for when Kieran is fully possessed by Pecharunt!
I still really liked the fact that Kieran was like. FULLY aware and in his own mind/body during ID; so i want to keep that in this AU too - for the most part.
id like to think that once making a deal with Pecharunt and offering himself to it in order to become stronger, the little peach would slowly feed him mochi that would “numb the pain and guilt if he ever feels doubtful.” At the time of Pecharunt’s debut to the start of ID, pecharunt is extremely weak and thus, its influence isnt as effective or strong. However, when we meet Kieran again, he’s definately beginning to change. throughout the story, we see Kieran’s spiraling descent into madness as he becomes more intimidating and cynical.
i dont have a specific spot where hed have this outfit change, but ill figure it out lol.


However, i def think it would be a bit after his panic attack/mental break down when we defeat him. Since at this point he couldnt uphold his end of the deal with Pecharunt, it has no choice: he offered his body and mind to it to get stronger, but he couldnt keep it up. So now, he has to pay the price.
(This would be right after the Ex-Champ bit - fuck you Draydon)
however, instead of telling himself to get stronger like in canon… he mumbles something indescernable and unintelligable�� and then he starts… laughing?
“K-Kieran…?”
“Uh… yo, earth to ex-champion… you doin’ alright-?”
Suddenly… he glares at us… no. He glares at you, tears streaming down his face but an animalistic and crazily wide smile is plastered on his face as he stumbles back up, hugging himself while letting out what one would think is the most maniacal, despairing, crazy cackling laughter one could hear.
That's when you see it - his eyes, formally a light yellow, now a bright yet darkly sinister shade of violet-magenta. The scrunchie he was wearing began growing two strings of toxic chains that waved around like tentacles, and lifted him up in the air like stilts, purple smoke filling the area.
what was happening… whats happened to Kieran.
no, whatever that was…
Thats not Kieran.

The bottom sketch is a small scenario i had in mind!
i want pecharunt to have a larger role so here they are! After returning the teal mask to me and carmine and running off, he stumbles upon an injured and weak Pecharunt, and secretly nurses it back to health. Behind everyone’s backs the two spark a friendship/partnership!
i like to think pecharunt has good intentions and did genuinely want to help kieran get stronger, but i like to think that the toxins it gave to Kieran not only began to mess with Kieran’s mind, but with Pecharunt’s too.
how exactly? No idea just yet lol- ill figure that out later on down the line lol. Along with the loyal 3’s roles in the story as well.



Heres a few for fun and more funny sketches i made to fill up the empty space lol-
also feat. Moi, yuma and shinigami jykghhfjhfdjhygjuy-
QUICK DISCLAIMER! IM NOT SHIPPING MYSELF W/ KIERAN SINCE HES IMPLIED TO BE A TEEN AND IM A LEGAL ADULT!! the DLC came out when i was 17; almost 18 (released a few days before my bday actually!)
i like to think that when this story and AU respectively take place, Kieran is 14 while im 16 turning 17 that fall in Teal Mask (Carmine being 18 or 19?), then in Indigo Disc Kieran is 16, im 18, and Carmine is 19/20. So me and kieran are 2 years apart, while me and Carmine are 1-2 years apart.
Its mostly because id like to think me and kieran’s dynamic is similar to a close friend i have irl and wanted to write it as such while retaining the canon story too. If that makes sense lol.

And one more sady drawing when kieran is freed from Pecharunt’s control!
i think i speak for everyone that we needed a scene where we hugged kieran after all the shit he’s been through-
justice for my baby boy kieran. :,,,))
AAAAAAANNNNNNDDDDD THATS ALL I GOT FOR NOW!!
what do yall think :000
any suggestions/ideas, critiques, whatever is on your mind about this AU is appreciated!! Im gonna get back to my remnant designs lol-
#pokemon#pokemon scarvi#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon kieran#rival kieran#kieran pokemon#pecharunt#mochi mayhem#the teal mask#the indigo disk#pokemon au#villain kieran#villain!kieran#toxic chain#toxic chain au#my art <3#rain code yuma#yuma kokohead#shinigami#rain code shinigami#pkmn self insert#pokesona
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wow. chapter 3. that was a lot. spoilers down below as usual.
also before we start i just wanna say to all of you guys to PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!! ik that this week n last week were so much but please don’t forget to prioritize your health!
okay i was taking notes in my notes app while watching cause i wanted to have some reminders so i could write a coherent review on the trial but god. that fucked me up. i did genuinely really love the trial but it’s just a lot to process so i will be waiting till i write any analysis, so don’t expect any very soon LMAO um so yeah, my notes started off decently normal (lie but they were intended to be normal n serious) and then became more and more incoherent. here ya go, my notes copy pasted over here ☝️
chapter 3 yay
“exactly what it sounds like tamba” THIS BITCH CHANNELING KAMIMURA I CANTTTT 😭😭😭
HAMA TELLING WADA TO BREATHE I ALREADY TWARED UP WUAUE HAMA HELPING WADA W THE BATHROOM THATS SO SWEET
watari telling okazaki off hell yeah lets go but also IAGAH
DONT TALK ABOUT HIM GRRR
hiroaki is actually so smart n we don’t talk about that enough!!!!!! please can we talk about that more!!!!!!
OKAZAKI NOT SHUTTING UP BYE 😭
Hasegawa having to defend himself with evidence only 😭
OH MY GOD HASEGAWAS RAGE WHEN BEING SUSPECTED BC HE CARED THE MOST 😭 the va work was fantastic i got so fucking sad
watari getting itchy from the demon waves im CACKLING
HIROAKI POWERING THROUGH THE BODY DESCRIPTION LETS GO 🗣️🗣️💯💯💯💯
god i knew that was SH cuts but GOD I appreciate how much hasegawa tried to keep it private 😭
Hama being a king n bringing up the bop on the head like tambas poison theory bye
LAB SAFETY VIOLATION 😭 Okazaki label picture dropping when
FINALLY! IT WAS POISON!!!! lmfaooo she was so excited im so happy for her
hiroaki being truthful about trying to kill himself what the FUCK IM GONNA CRY
PLEASE KEEP YP WITH THE REST OF THE GROUP LMAO STOP BULLYING HER SHES TRYING
hayashigeki divorce arc
nah but fr what if i cried they’re both so valid but lowk yanagi got a point 😭
WHY DOES TAMBA NOT KNOW WHAT A 3D PRINTER IS I CANT KEEP DEFENDING YOU LIKE THIS 😭😭😭
they shared a bed let us REJOICE 🗣️🗣️
“when she came back from the void” “THE WHAT”
WADA RAGE WADA RAGE WADA RAGE
woodshop mention 🗣️🗣️🗣️
hiroaki being strategically logical and yanagi being more emotional god I LOVE HIRONAGI FOILS
“it seems as though we’re somewhat divided on this issue” SCRUM DEBATE 😜😜😜
yanagi using so much energy to argue with mfs
the way hayashi gets it out of him,,, HE WAS TRYING TO OPEN THE DOOR AUAGSHS
Hama as a safety precaution in wataris room LMFAO I LOVE THIS DUO SO MUCH MORE THAN I EXPECTED
YANAGI STOP BEING SUSPICIOUS UAGAHEUE
it cannot be tamba absolutely not please that’s gotta be insane she does NOT have the motivation for that
tamba is lowk distressed :(
so technically can only be okazaki, yanagi, or tamba????? im gonna cry either way
OH I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT THE SHIRT THING BEING MORE THAN THE COLD
guys pls don’t let it be yanagi
please no
guys no
god fucking no
oh right his hand isn’t working let’s go
NOT MY QUEEN HAYASHI
GIRL NOT THE TRACK RECORD MENTION 😭😭😭
nah wait why is hiroaki suddenly becoming the emotion n yanagi the logic
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
HASEGAWA HAVING A PISSED OFF WADA MOMENT AUAHSHS FUCKKK
NO NOT WATARI HIDING ON THE COAT BEING USED AS EVIDENCE EUEGEGG
sus ahh Okazaki….. with 20 minutes left……. how we feeling Okazaki nation…..
stop lying vro
wadas ribs has been added to your truth bullets
COAT REVEAL 🗣️🗣️🗣️
WATARI 😭😭😭😭😭
oh god i wasn’t expecting that
WATARII MY SWEET BABY OH MT GOD POBRECITO RUCK FUCK MT STUPJD BAKA LJFE
THE LAUGHING
WHAT
WHAT RHE FUCK
WHAT IS GOINNGGG ON
FACE REVEAL1?1?2?3?
BRO OHTTA THE FRAME
OH MT GOD
IM SCREAMING WHAT IS THIS
IM LOSING IT
WHA
IM CRYING WHATBIS THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
this is not real
SODA AT THESE LINES UPPP LMFAOAOAO
OH MY GOD THEYRE NEMESES THATS KINDA AWESOME NGL
everyone being so done with her bye 😭😭😭
SHE WANTED TSUNO SO BAD???? TOXIC ONE SIDED YURI WTF????
IM STILL PROCESSING
this is not happening
THE VOICE CHANGE
EVERYONE IS SO DONE WITH THEM IM SCREAMING
guys why do i kinda love this
tsuno didn’t gaf
WADA GET THEIR ASS 😭😭😭
there is nothing classy about whatever this is
no bc the rivalry is insane
POBRECITO WATARI
KAMIMURA DIED FOR NOTHING WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT THE HELL
WHAHWTWHWKE
loathing unadulterated loathing
get her ass what the fucking shit
NO CLOSING ARGUMENT??????
KAMIMURAS SHORT TOO
OH MY GODDDD
IM SCREAMING
THIS IS CRAzyyt 😭😭😭😭
WHAT IS THIS
this was villanous
GET THEIR ASS HASEGAWA PLSSS 😭😭😭😭
i am in such shock
FUCK YOU FOR MESSING WITH MY KING IM THROWING HANDS IMMEDIATELY
WATARI OH MY GODDDD AUSHSH 😭😭😭
“GO DIE ALREADY” LMFAOAO
the editing for this episode is crazy
wada so real
wada get their ass pls
END THIS SHIT ALREADY
BRO WAS CONFINED FOR A SECOND HELEPP1??1?2?2
fourth wall breaking icon??????
i think im hysterical what do you MEAN HE DIED FOR NOTHING
okay back from crying and pacing around for 10 minutes let’s continue
THE TONGUE WAS A TROPHY?????????? I need another break WHATVTHE fucke
smart to get hasegawa outta here but FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU OKAZAKI
PLEASE VOTE PLEASE PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK!!!
actually when is the Okazaki lore drop happening i need it
THIS MAKES ME SO SAD KAMIMURA DIED BEFORE ANY OF HIS DREAMS BECAME TRUE AND HE LIVED A MAINLY TRAGIC LIFE AND IT ENDED TO HORRENDOUSLY????? IM SO UPSET ACTUALLY
EXECUTE THEIR ASS
WADA PLEASE BE THE EXECUTIONER
OH MY GOD HES TRYING TO HIT THEM OH MY GOD GET THEIR ASSS
OH GET THEIR ASS HASEGAWA
HASEGAWA RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE HOLLYYYYY FUCKKKKKKKK
WHAT THE RUCWHAT THE FUCJS
WATARIIII OH MT GODDDDDDD
im in actual tears hey yeah what the hell
WATARI HASEGAWA AND WADANOH MT FUCKING GOS THIS WAS SO DESPAIRING WHAT THE FUCK. THE FUCKz THE FUCK.
WATARI 😭😭😭😭😭😭
im actually crying now
I CANT SEE THE SCREEN MY TWARS DUDE WHAT RHE HELL
THE WAY THAT THE CAST IS SO DONE WITH THEM
WELL BE FOXES OKAY? OH MY FOD STOP STIP STOPS FTOOSTBOSRN AROP IT I WILL FOLLOW YOUR FLAME WHAG IF I CRIED
im at such a loss okay trial over execution time
me too dr yonekura
IM STILL PISSED ABOUT KAMIMURA
I MISS KAMIMURA SO BAD
I MISS HIM SO MUCH OHHHHHH MY GOD BRING HIM BACK GUYS PLEAS EPLEAPELWMEPALEPALDJRPWMAPEKE
the way yonekura is so done w okazaki 💀💀
WHO OKAYED THAT HOWD THAT GET THROUGH BUDGETING IM IN TEARS
this chapter was simultaneously the most serious tetro has ever gotten and the most unserious at the same time
oh so she just like suffocated
YONEKURA DOES NOT THINK THIS WAS INNOVATIVE IM SCREAMING LMFAOAO
not an expensive motive???? oh boy
OKAZAKIS TRACK COMING IN I CANTTTT
kamimura nation I think we need a minute (a year of losing it)
THEY ARE CHANGING THE ANNOUNCMENT MID GAME?? wait a damn minute we didn’t have the three person rule before hand bye why did i not realize this,,,, fuck y’all doctors btw
WHAT
OKAZAKI WAS YONEKURAS KID???? AND THEIR NAME WAS YUME????? oh guys I need a lore drop so bad. and also to get through the staffside logs. maybe this is not the surprise it is to me I’m bye.
the fuck is wrong with yonekura
how are parents even working
soryr i genuinely had to take another break my mom walked into the room and i had somewhat gotten it together n she asked what happened and i just started BAWLING oh my GOD it’s genuinely been so long since I’ve cried like this over a fictional character
ok we are locked in now
OJIMA WHAT THE FUCK HE TRIED SO HAR DOH MY GOD THE TEARS CAME RIFHT BACK
I DONT WANNA LEAVE YOH BEHIND OH MY GOD
HIROJIMA MY BELOVEDS
my eyeliner is GONE bro 😭
guys I really fucking love hiroaki
she done w yanagi 😞
TAMBA APOLOGY RAHAHHHH i love tamba i was a hater a bit during the trial but it’s because i love her,,,,
I LIKE YOU TAMBA YOURE SOMETHING TO ME
MY HEART OH MY GOD “I JUST MISS YOU” IM GONNA CRY AGAIN
NOW I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU okay bro….. just say you love her…..
their friendship is so special i NEED TO DRAW THIS HUG SO BAD
THEYRE TALKING TO TSUNO
FUCK
AUAHSOEIEOE OH MT GOD
I MISS TSUNO GUYS I MISS HER SO BAD
WADA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I LOVE YOU OH MY FOD I CHOKEE J CANT SEE ANSYTHING ON THE KEYBOARD ANYKORE
NEW WASA CLOTHES THATS SO FYXJING CUTE AWWW I LOVE THIS SO MYCH
HE WAS DRAWING HIM TO MAKE HIM AN OURFIT1?2?2?2? FUCKKKK TETRO RHINES MY LIFE SLASH POS
WADA NEW CLOTHES SPRITE WHEN
WADA HIROAKI HUG IM DRAWING THIS IMMEDIATELY
WADA HAIR CUT WADA GLOW UP 🗣️🗣️🗣️ FUCK YEAH
im so glad we ended that on a high note that made me so happy after everything else
no hasegawa episode? interesting…. unless we get one in like an hour or something but yk wow
i do want to say that despite the emotional rollercoaster that was this trial, and the frankly INCREDIBLY UNEXPECTED outcome, i did like it narratively. ik the decision of having okazakis character go this direction is gonna be incredibly controversial amongst the community but i really loved it. kamimuras death was almost meaningless, that’s tragic AS FUCK. but “meaningless” deaths happen. it’s not strange to kill off a character for no reason, because people die unfairly way more than we even want to think. and it SUCKS. it sucks SO BAD. but it’s not unrealistic. I think the unserious tone of Okazaki really made the tone of the entire series become even darker and more sinister. wow, anyways take what im saying here w a grain of salt bc im kinda hysterical rn so yeah.
PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF YALL!!!! in the end, it heavily impacts us because these characters mean things to us, but PLEASE prioritize yourself <3
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Hey, its me again, surprise, it turns out I'm having even more thoughts about "killing the Villain"!
Namely that is can also result in boring/flat villainsand/or stories quite regularly.
To keep with the Star Wars Example: We tend to have no issue with Palpatine getting killed, because he barely is a Character. He has very little screentime, and whenever we see him he is either cackling evily, ordering the heroes deaths, or shooting lightning at the heroes.
Thats it.
We learn nothing about him, his background, his motivations, his reasons or anything about him as a person really, he is less a character and more a plotpoint.
And I'd argue that that is on purpose, because that makes it harder and less likely for us to emphatize with him or see him as human. He is just this super evil asshole, so him dieing feels like it "doesnt count".
If you want to justify someones death, just make them so purely over the top evil without any real reason for that apart from "is evil and/or crazy" that that is the only thing anyone will ever care about.
This can even work with characters you dont kill, see The Joker in DC Comics. He is literally so death immune that the goddamn trope is named after him despite being just the fucking worst.
Because by being the worst, Batmans moral integrity in NOT killing him is emphasized and, whenever someone starts the old "Batman should kill (at least the Joker)" debate again, the debate actually feels evenhanded, despite the fact that it really shouldn't. The pro-killing side only has arguments as long as the Joker is completely insanely evil and also immune to consequences of any and all kind.
Which, I would argue, makes the Joker a less interesting Character, because the hand of the author becomes VERY visible in some of those moments.
Point being, It's easier to kill or argue on favor of killing characters that are barely characters so you often end up with shallow or uninteresting characters because its easier to write that without having to deal with all those moral quandaries. It unfortunately also makes the story more shallow.
And hey, dehumanizing ones enemies, where have I heard that recently?
It Is A Mystery
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pokemon dick grayson WOULD have:
NB: these pokemon are battle focused/ like that because these are intended as nightwing's pokemon this is because i kinda believe in this regard dgs 'a blank in a mask' all his pokemon are for combat because thats what he prioritises (and helping people but you know) not his public image. i feel like he wouldn't bring light to his pokemon in media presences because a) he ain't brucie b) the disparity between richard grayson and a media version of him is much less than batman and brucie i.e his pokemon aren't suspicious in the context
Now, onward!
(i) Beldum/ Metang (eventually metagross): one of the smartest pokemon, the key reason they're together is because of the detective work. metang hasn't quite evolved yet, but dick hatched a tiny beldum that then became metang. i hc dick being someone who's thinking is hard for other people to keep up with due to his lateral thinking which is quite different to bruce's and a lot of other people- he uses logic like a tool or a toy to augment manipulations basically. beldum didn't use to be very vocal so dick just talked to it all the time kinda like a recorder when it evolved it was able to strengthen his own leaps in logic. icl it's kind like batman- someone who's way of thinking is very different and direct compared to dicks but complements it nonetheless.
(ii) Corvisquire, eventually Corviknight (find me a better pokemon allegory for the robin- nightwing- batman pipeline. also: mask like markings?? take on much larger predators despite the size difference and are known to be fierce and territorial?? it writes itself..) i feel like rookidee would be a peak robin pokemon who baby dickie had in the circus because it's his family tradition that every grayson gets a flying type when they start performing to 'remind them of the sky they seek and the closed grip of gravity they escape' i'm romanticising but!!! it finally evolves into corviknight after the whole 'leave your keys with alfred thing' because that's the point at which adulthood is realised for the both of them: banishment. growing pains. side note his dads starting flying type was a talonflame. dick still has a soft spot for them: all those fiery aerial displays.. ik a lot of people headcanon bruce having a corviknight but i think noivern fulfills his 'dark knight' aspect as corviknight does for dick
(iii) Salamance (clearest realisation of flight- dg would so relate to that kinda will power unflinching attitude and belief and faith in one's self. also i think he also deeply understands the urge to leave gravity behind that binds him and bagon almost immediately. i see him getting bagon in peak robin days 10/12 a cackling imp of a boy 'fearless' and 'full of grace' and finding this pokemon with the same urge to challenge gravity. dick never tries to stop bagon from jumping from great heights and instead jumps with him which basically makes the little guy imprint on him straight away. alfred probably jokes about their being two who disregard gravity in the manor now while bruce is exasperated. i think the salamance evolution happened in tamaran/ brothers blood era importantly away from bruce to kinda exacerbate their sense of alienation from one other. salamance loves flying duh and dick and him have a ritual of flying so high and far whenever he wants to abandon the world slightly.
(iv) alolan ninetales i think ninetales is a really common choice for batfam or aus in general cause tbh just look at it!!! but i hvnt really seen alolan ninetales for nightwing. so reasoning: they are considered sacred messengers of sorts and protect packs of vulpix viciously. unlike the normal ninetales which is often standoffish, they are quite gentle. i think that kind of corresponds to dicks image of being a saviour you know?? just optimism, guiding light for bruce and a lot of the DCU something different. i think ninetales is a really strong counter to a lot of pokemon but dicks is a bit of a glass cannon. it can deal out a lot of damage but it really relies on agility and not being hit. he uses it against dragon types and fairy types exclusively. hc that he found vulpix during peak crutches/ renegade arc ie blüdhaven destruction on the horizon and hid it from everybody. vulpix didn't like him at first but it has a really strong sense of judgement. i think it reminds him of donna- the idea of guiding light and stuff. i also see it as kind of his fanon self- people see it on the surface and think it's easy to fight or it only knows elegance but it has greater depths than that. it's the idea of staying true to yourself and deliverance in the dcu. idk man it's kinda like the faith that goes on to define nightwing.
(v) Zeraora the pokemon dick handspars with and an inspiration for riolu. zeraora genuinely distrust all humans because they were betrayed. dick met in an alternate universe that there's no lack of. there he gained its trust by defending it in battle then fighting alongside it. i can otherwise see it being a tamaranean pokemon that decided to follow him back. it heavily distrusts everybody but dick himself. an electric type it tries to get his other pokemon to battle it regularly. it rarely stays in its pokeball and wanders the rooftops with him and complements nightwing. i think it kinda of showcases ash's strength of character that zeraora trusts it now- kinda like his ability to maintain relationships throughout the hero community again it's all about faith and belief. also it represents his inner desire to get stronger all the time- his desire to do good.
(vi) Zoroark: this one was really hard but i think it got down to dicks whole 'i'm whoever you want me to be' attitude the idea of he perceives himself is so alien to how he's perceived by others. dick captured zoroark in his role as batman with damian a point at which he basically abandoned his own identity to use bruce's which was really powerful. i also think someone who infiltrates organisations as much as he does needs a flexible partner n that role.
in reserve:
greninja but that deserves its own post
(i) Intelon (sniping skills? specially identifies perceived weak spots before attacking so it knows where to strike? the SECRET AGENT pokemon?? cmon tell me that's not SO grayson themed..) (also the imagery of having a lazy drizzile he doesn't understand because he's been 'on the go' his whole life and kinda wishing he'd get sobble back and immediately whiplashing when he realises he's thinking like bruce.) i feel like he'd get it during the grayson arc tho and just kinda want to care for something.. keep something safe and be useful so he'll happily adopt a crying sobble. he normally wouldn't but in that scenario i think he'd miss caring for something so he'd do it.
(ii) dragonair definitely a gift from clark which is quite a popular hc i think. he doesn't really use her in battle but mostly to calm down civilians because of serene nature and elegance. pairs well with ninetales and the both of them work really well together. dragonair is also more on the undercover side like inteleon and it's probably never going to evolve into dragonite which is fair. it does acrobatics with ash and they enjoy doing silk together.
thoughts for others in DCU while writing:
bruce as already mentioned would have a noivern to kinda contend with the bat ideal plus the dark knight thing.
i also hc him having a malamar partially because of batman detective duties clues amalgamation and also to make him worse in the feelings department. malamar would have def been the one agreeing dick should spend all time ever by bruce (their) s side. he's personally emotionally stunted.
i see bruce having a gothitelle as well: they're supposed to be able to see the future and when people and galaxies die so i guess it probably saw jason would die not as robin so knew nothing. she met bruce in the league of shadows and she saw something in him that compelled her to follow. she's quite detached and doesn't really like fighting- so she's part of the detective and interrogative style of things due to her sharp mind.
jason's starter would so be a nickit he found by chance it takes a while for them to build up trust with each other but they def ran cons together when that happened
i also low key see jason with a typhlosion but i can't explain it. also galarian corsola
tim has quite a few psychic pokemon: partly i'd say because of leading the teen titans and all the collaborations that needs is made much easier when you have psychics to link people up: i hc him finding a yamask at an archaeological site with him parents that kinda imprinted on him-
and a female meowstic one day when he was at boarding school. since females are more selfish averse and generally more territorial than males this was a hard road but she's now his most loyal partner probably and willing to use full force a lot.
i also hc him having a kirlia when he goes to bruce after jason's death- since the ralts line is known for their relationship with emotions i feel like the boy with enough empathy to intentionally don the mask to save batman is probably most relatable to one.
another one i can so see him having is a flygon: cool personality ideal for carrying dragon type moves. i think this is solidly one he catches as robin or while he's training to become robin maybe with lady shiva.
i feel like damian would def get a riolu when he gets gotham (idk it that very done before?) probs by dick/ alfred to teach him the concept of saving not hurting. since riolu is known for aura + sensing emotions i think it kinda helps damian develop more empathy for those ard him. also they would definitely spar with each other as bonding time. riolu looks up to ash a lot as well i think.
i think steph would really vibe with an alolan raichu psychic/ fairy type. she loves having something that's really effective against the dragon types common in the other bats and leverages it. i feel like she probs relied on it a lot during her robin era to make up where she struggled with sheer power. it's a psychic that get along with tim's yamask quite well.
can def see steph with a rillaboom to contend with the power issue. it's her starter i think and she found it as a grookey that her dad had captured. she probably stole it away and they've been close ever since. rillaboom can be quite serious and it enjoys showcasing its power with wrestling displays
i can so see cass having a weavile. she bonded with it before she killed anyone as a kid and her dad obvs encouraged it. weavile has an impulse for acting before thinking like cass so they just indulge each others worst impulses. it hates jason as all who treat the no killing rule as sacred do. weavile the most because it was with cass the whole time and know how much it means to her.
i also see cass with a togekiss and the idea of again calming down civilians it's an extension of her personality away from batgirl.
that's kinda it for now but who knows maybe i'll elaborate on all the batfam
#dick grayson#dc#don't think i'll tag the rest as it really isn't elaborate for them#pokemon#dc x pokemon#pokemon au#nightwing
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GG: so anyway, that reminds me ive got to talk to john! GG: ive got to get him to make me some new gizmos… TG: no dont bother john TG: hes on like his fuckin TG: wind mission or whatever [...] TG: in any case egbert lost his computer and game disc TG: so he cant do anything for you anyways
I honestly didn't think that was going to be a problem. Dave's Turntop had Sburb preinstalled when he alchemized it, so I assumed John could make another Sburb machine without the need for a disc.
Maybe John just didn't save the code for his computer. Damn it, Egbert!
TG: we just have to think outside the box here [...] TG: [...] honestly i figured wed have to do something like this TG: so i guess here we are doing it GG: doing what?? [...] TG: i need you to deploy something first [...] TG: deploy the intellibeam laserstation
Ooh, I remember that thing.
I originally thought it was a turret - but a turret wouldn't help Jade recover her Sburb devices.
Maybe it's a range-extender for the Sburb Server program, allowing Dave to move his cursor from Rose's house to Jade's, and deploy her gear himself.
TG: it reads captcha codes GG: on the back of cards? TG: yeah GG: but GG: we can already read those! TG: some are too garbled and complicated TG: the human eye cant decipher them
Captcha codes! Hell yes, it's been so long since we've done anything with the Captcha system.
I did always hope that we'd eventually be reading the 'locked' codes we occasionally saw in earlier Acts. The Laserstation breaks one of the final limitations of the Alchemiter, allowing us to duplicate forbidden items like pumpkins - and, notably, Sburb discs.
It also allows us to perform alchemy with these objects. We may have just unlocked some very, very powerful items.
GG: but isnt the whole point of captchas that only humans can read them? GG: and not robots???
Cackling right now.
TG: so the solution to the anti piracy measure is to override the anti spam measure [...] TG: cause god knows the last thing youd want was some web bot being able to figure out the code for like TG: a potted plant
The idea of Sburb alchemy being automated by computers is fascinating beyond words - it just begs so many questions.
Can a computer take on the role of a Server Player, or maintain a Grist Cache for itself? Can an AI be a fully-fledged Player, created in the Veil and sent to Earth on a reinforced hard drive?
We're pretty deep into the comic now, and I can say with a reasonable amount of confidence that Homestuck isn't going to go there - it's just not what the comic is about. But I'd love to read a fanfiction which dealt with ideas like this.
TG: basically robots are in control now TG: which is good news and bad news TG: the bad news is theyre all pornbots and theyve got LOADS of provocative material theyre just dying to share with us GG: whats the good news? TG: thats also the good news
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Recalled updated! Okay okay okay im very excited about this lets gooooo!
HI!
How are yall doing? I've been freed, (then I got sick haha.) We are back with the final part of Directionless and we find the main group inside Hyrule castle trying to figure out what to do next.
With some shenanigans along the way.
Okay, time for the important things! Recalled and all panels belong to @recalled11 and its wonderful artist @l3ominor. Go check it out!
You can find the comic page here!
Now, it is time for snacks and drinks, Let's do this! :D
Backgrounds my beloved, you get so much story telling from just this one shot it's great.
MAlon and Time and helping Wild gather information, Sky is resting his leg while flower and Sun discuss something.
Hmm, Sky's looking very serious right now. What's on your mind blorbo?
Look at him run. I love him.
Yoink.
This makes me chuckle. I love when we get Wild shenanigans.
I love how casual he is about this. But I'm gonna note something here.
The orange glow of what I assume is ultrahand. Which would be it, If this next panel didn't exist.
Wild's eye is glowing orange. The eye which changes colour when he's looking at the orb.
So Wild's eye changes colour based on what ability he is using.
Confusion and joy.
Like ust look at these guys
These two are just cackling at Time's expense. And Wild's shenanigans and I totally agree.
The man is still holding his hands out like he's still holding the books.
Flower's little pen for her pura pad. I love it. I can only assume She's got a little diagram on her screen which is just chaos
What's on the paper captain? I hope you didn't tear it out of your book.
I wonder if it's a group drawing of the war heroes looking at a reference picture while trying to find information would make sense. Depending on the length of time it's been since he was fighting that war.
Hiding something are we captain?
I reckon he's trying to figure out just who Time is. And has dug out a picture from the war. (Im unsure, do we get Big Brother Captain? Because I live for Big Brother Captain)
interesting we get symbols for these heroes.
What's the problem Time? Are you looking at someone who you recognise and now he's mentioned your hero title you dont want to talk about it?
Look at Malon, She's like 'You have gotta tell him.'
And Captain looks sad about it. Which tells me that he knows and that he's waiting for Time to approach him.
Thats interesting. We know we get Midna as a companion in Hyrule Warriors. And I assume that Fi mentioned Sky at one point.
I sense some Angst in our future.
Sun putting her hand on Sky's shoulder like that gives me life. i love these two a healthy amount okay.
Also these backgrounds are pretty, I love the triangle behind Sun and Sky here. Thats' Wisdom On the triforce (If observed on the left hand). And considering that sun is in the centre of the frame. I find this interesting. Maybe because they are learning a lot of information right now?
Okay, so you may be wondering who says this line on the left here. I was too. I reckon it's Sky. As a shock response to being mentioned by Captain.
Mainly because From the angle of the speech bubble and the location of the heroes in relation to Wild, it only gives a few heroes. Mainly Sky and Sun.
Sky asking this makes sense as he and sun are the newest to the group at this point.
Okay now its the time for the big one'
The orb. (Or compass,)
I've taken the time to translate the words I can identify and have extrapolated the rest of them from there. The language is Sheika, and most of these words are what (From what I understand) Is what Wild himself identifies each hero as.
So we have, (Rapid fire style)
Hero of Wind
Hero of Spriits
Hero of Sky
Hero of Time
Captain
Me
These all say, Unknown.
A little more on this as well.
This circle around this orange arrow. I believe this is the arrow that Wild has chosen for them to approach. Orange if I had to give you a guess is Twilight's colour. Mainly from this bit before.
Backgrounds give a lot of information by themselves. This looks like a Twili portal.
The reason Wild chose that is unknown to me. During one of his adventures, he encountered Wolfie. So it makes sense. Maybe he was able to identify his name as Twilight. Or called the wolf that himself.
I suppose the next arc will give us more information!
Woo! Adventure time! :D
Okay, thats enough of me rambling.
Thanks for hanging out with me today! I love this comic so it's always a pleasure to write these!
:D
Now I hope you all have a wonderful day!
#recalled#recalled update#recalled Directionless#recalled Wild#recalled Flower#recalled Time#recalled Malon#recalled Captain#recalled Sky#recalled Sun#ramble corner with major#:DDDD#recalled spoilers#comic analysis corner with major#so many characters i love them all#i love making these sm#i wont stop#(unless asked)#Wild's shenanigains give me life and bring me joy#this one was fun#yes i did the translation by hand and then realised it was sheika#i regret nothing
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