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#; I barely know him and I'm going to completely ignore the comics so he is going to be fully MCU based *.* )
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LISTEN. HEAR ME OUT. eddie and Best friend!reader petty arguing, right, so reader says 'ooh you wanna kiss me soooo bad' and he does.
Hear ME OUT!!
What about we sprinkle in some jealous!Eddie too give it the ol'razzle dazzle.
Jealous! Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!reader
Warnings: fluff, some cursing, kissing that's about it.
Not proofread ignore mistakes.
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Eddie has been in a pissy mood all damn week. He was short with you. He was snappy and just passive all around. The bottom line is that he was being a real asshole to you. You couldn't pinpoint exactly what made him this way. You chalked it up to him, barely getting any sleep. Maybe he cut back on smoking and is dealing with those withdrawals.
Doesn't matter at this point he was a dick and taking it out on you specifically. Ever since you went out on that date with his friend, Eddie has been insufferable. Little did you know that's the exact reason he's been moody with you.
He was jealous. You were his, and he had to watch his friend pick you up for a date. He sat in his room thinking about his friend kissing you. His friend holding your hand, and God knows what else you two did on your date together.
But you've had about enough of his attitude. You were sitting on his bed flipping through his heavy metal magazine while he tuned up his guitar.
"Hey, eddie, can you turn on the tv?" You looked before turning another page. You weren't even reading the comic. You were more interested in the artwork than anything the plot.
"Turn it on your damn self." He already sounded aggravated with you. "And stop turning those damn pages like that you'll rip them."
He rolled his eyes and turned his chair to face more away from you.
You huffed immediately, getting fed with him now." Alright, what hell is your problem?"
You slammed down his magazine, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt your face heating from the anger rising inside of you. You've dealt with his mood swings before, but that's because they were never directly pointed at you. Not until recently.
"I don't have a problem." He shrugged, still refusing to face you.
"Oh yes, you do. You've been a complete douche all week."
He smirked and finally turned around. "I've been a douche? Me? Maybe I wouldn't be such a douche if you weren't so fucking annoying."
"I'm not annoying!" You defended yourself, raising your voice slightly.
"Oh, but yes, you are. All you do is yap all day long, and I gotta listen to it." Eddie, let out a condescending laugh after you argued back with him.
You squinted your eyes, "Yeah, well, at least I'm not walking around with a stick up my ass."
You could hear him growl something under his breath. His lips were pressed in a tight line.
"You're right. I do have a stick up my ass. How about you get your ass up and turn on the TV because my ass is currently busy with a stick rammed up it." His voice was dripping with sarcasm while bickering back and forth with you.
You rolled your eyes and got up off his bed to turn on the TV. You messed with the volume until it was as high as it could go. You were purposely trying to press his buttons. You wanted a reaction out of him. You wanted that last word, and you were going to get it. He couldn't hear himself think or focus on what he was currently doing.
Eddie jumps up from his chair and turns down the TV. You just stay standing there, twisting the nob to it turn back up. You're both staring each other down in the process.
"You're bein- he went to speak, but you raised the volume up again, cutting him off.
Eddie let a deep breath and turned the tv back down once more. His face is all red, and sets his guitar back against his dresser. "You're being reeeeeally petty right now. I'm trying to tune up my guitar."
"Yeah?...so?" You slowly turn the TV up again with your eyes locked onto his.
His jaw tightens, and his nostrils flare. You decided to mess with him. You wanted to rile him up some more. He rubbed his hands down his face.
You watched him closely, and a little idea sparked in your head. You don't know what really came over you. Probably, his attitude with you has finally made you lose your mind or something.
"Ooh, you wanna kiss me sooo bad right now, huh?" You taunted him.
There was always this unspoken crush between the two of you that was mutual. You were being mean, and you didn't care. You were past your limit right now. You wanted to get under his skin, and it was working.
He doesn't say anything he just looks at you. He steps closer, leaving very little room between the two of you. Without any warning, his lips came crashing down into yours. His hands go up to hold both sides of your face gently. His soft lips locked with yours as his tongue slipped past them.
The kiss was sloppy but passionate. He didn't care if your teeth clashed a little bit. He needed to do this. You felt light-headed while your tongues fought for dominance. Your face felt all tingly, and your hands moved up to grip onto his forearms. Only a few seconds have passed, but it felt like hours. Time stood still as you made out with your best friend in his bedroom.
He let go of your face and moved his lips slowly away from you. He had a smug expression on his face. Your eyes flutter back open, and you swallow. You're breathing heavy, and you don't know if it's from the kiss or from the fight you and Eddie were getting into. Or a combination of both.
"Why have you been so mean to me all week?" You whispered your fingers, move up to trace over your own lips. You could still feel traces of him on your mouth.
Eddie looked at you and with a sad smile. "I couldn't get over the fact that you went on date with my friend Cody."
Your eyebrows raised. "You-- You were jealous of Cody?" You were in disbelief. Here you thought he was just annoyed being around you.
You couldn't believe he would be so irritated over that date. It was one date, and you were miserable. Plus, it's not like you haven't seen him take home his fare share of women from the bar.
Those nights where he would be out with a made you feel sick to your stomach. But you never once took it out on him like this. You shake those thoughts and try to listen and understand where he is coming from. Right now, it's about him, not you. He was never good at expressing his feelings, and because of that, he was more prone to lashing out.
"Well, yeah, just the mere thought of him being so close to you really upset me. I know I've been a dick but I just couldn't help it." He plopped back down in his chair.
You moved to sit at the edge of his bed. Your legs felt like they were going to give out after kissing him.
"Why didn't you say something?" You sighed and picked at your chipped nail polish.
"I don't know.. I don't want to mess up what we have." He gestured between the two of you. His voice was a lot softer now than is has been all week.
You nodded and understood why he felt like he couldn't express his feelings. "Can you kiss me again?"
Eddie's eyes dart up, and he looks a little surprised. "Can i?"
You couldn't have actually wanted to kiss him again? He thought to himself. He was already feeling guilty for just happened. He felt his heart start to race again.
You smiled and nodded, "I wish you would have kissed me sooner."
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mythbringer-mayhem · 2 months
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GODDAMNIT
man, I was just scrolling and now I'm a goddamn Raidioapple shipper what the FUCK
Ok ok-
And now I'm going to elaborate just because.
I was expecting someone out there to ship Lucifer and Alastor the second I heard Hell's Greatest Dad. I mean- two people singing/arguing over being father figures? Sounds gay to me /pos. The internet sure does love it's enemies to lovers (me included. I'm hopless lmao.)
BUT. I have specifics for this ship.
I hate it when people just look at Alastor's aromanticism/asexuallity and just go "nah. I'm just gonna do it anyways." I used to headcanon Alastor as complete aroace in the sense that he just can't feel that way for someone (this is not meant to sound like "oh he can't love anyone :( he's incapable" I mean specifically a romantic/sexual relationship.) Then fucking short ass king of hell arrives, and Alastor just IMMEDIATELY chooses violence.
I didn't think much of that besides "oh that's a little interesting," and then I stumbled across Radioapple and had to take a double take. My brain needed to figure out how that would work, like how it would start, flourish, ineract, yadda yadda-
.....so now I consider Alastor Demiromantic-
(I'm still goddamn writing jeez-)
Read on if you like random people looking wayyyyyy too much into fictional characters.
Headcanon timeeeeeeeee
When Lucifer and Alastor first meet, Alastor is surprised Lucifer doesn't know who he is. Up to this point, everyone knows about the terrifying radio demon, so it must be a little weird for someone to be completely ignorant to his existence. Especially when that person should probably know the ins and outs of what's going on- ....because he's the fucking king of hell.
This is something new for Alastor. It made him curious. When you're curious, you try to learn more right? So, Alastor starts pushing Lucifer's buttons, seeing how he reacts. On Lucifer's end, Alastor's just being a smug asshole. However his true intentions are information on the esteemed oh-so-powerful king of hell. Maybe Alastor doesn't quite know where this fascination comes from, but regardless he wants to learn more. I can picture him progressively bothering Lucifer more and more (this is his unique way of getting to know him semi-discreetly)
As well as figuring out what ticks him off, Alastor would also probably passively learn things Lucifer likes. For instance, he finds out what Lucifer's favorite alcoholic drink is or something- bare with me- Let’s say Lucifer has a rough day, and it's very clear to everyone in the hotel. While he's frustrated in his own room, he hears a knock at the door. Answering it, he finds his aforementioned favorite drink. At this point, he wouldn't know who left it. But after a while, he'd be able to figure out it's Alastor through process of elimination. (This is inspired by a comic I saw! :))
Now we've got Alastor trying to discreetly be kind to Lucifer, and Lucifer is aware without his knowledge. And Lucifer would call him out for it lmao. Slowly, they'd start acting friendlier towards each other. It would take a long, long time though. The slowest slow burn of them all. They'd hang out more, do things, kick angel ass, have friendly banter, do stuff with Charlie. Untill Alastor finally realizes that he might have a crush on Lucifer. Though, I feel he'd take a while to fully figure that out, do some soul searching, maybe go to Rosie for advice.
Then they'd confess. Or they wouldn't lol. I can totally see them going on what is essentially a date, even though they just consider it "hanging out". It would be a quiet relationship. Something you'd miss if you aren't looking for it, but it is there. They both just need someone they can rest with in my opinion.
These ideas are probably sporadic and nonsensical- but I ✨️don't care✨️ I just needed to rant about the old timey deer man and the short depressed apple gremlin.
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cobrabobra · 1 year
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"Asshole"
Carl Grimes x male!reader
pre Negan Alexandria, reader is Ron's older brother, kinda Carl's pov?, mention of porn, carl discovering his sexuality and being really confused about it, arguing, mention of guns
This is my first fanfic in years, english is not my first language so there might be some(a lot of) mistakes
part two
Carl was annoyed, like really pissed off and the thing is nothing really happend to get him so agitated, everything was fine, well as fine as it can be with the dead walking around. Everything was fine except his stupid little teenage heart. When finally things were going okay, when he finally had a roof over his head, food in his stomach and water in his sink, when he finally had a chance to take a break from living in constant fear, everything went to shit because of a one person.
He met (Y/N) when he was chilling in Ron's house, playing some video games, he was spending time with his friends ( if he could call them that) and finally feel like a normal teenage boy.
"You're cheating! " said Mikey, clearly not believing that young Grimes could've beaten him six times in a row.
Carl only chuckled at his words finding it funny that the boy could be such a sore loser.
"He probably doesn't even know how to cheat" Enid didn't even look up from her comic book as she spoke. Brown haired boy felt a sudden warm feeling in his chest, maybe him and Enid had a shot at being friends?
Enid was always distant, always annoyed at him for some unknown reason, when all he tried to do is make some friends, he didn't think he was too pushy or obnoxious, but maybe he was wrong. Anyway, he hoped that this was a sign that they were on the right track.
"Come on, it's my turn" Ron tried to break the silence after his girlfriends words. He himself was somehow surprised that Enid had protected Carl, after all he thought that they both disliked the new boy.
Unfortunately Anderson didn't have the time to sit on the floor and start the game before someone called to him.
"Ron? You here?" the voice came from downstairs and Carl was almost certain that he haven't met it's owner yet.
Approaching footsteps could've been heard and soon a new face appeared by the door.
Grimes discretely studied the newcomer's face, before him stood a boy, a little older than him with beautiful eyes and even prettier smile. To be honest, the man was gorgeous and Carl only wished he met him sooner, whoever he was.
"You're back from the run?" Ron stood up, he was clearly pleased to see this mysterious boy.
"Mhm" he nodded and took something out of his bag. "And I got you a little something" he said with a playful smirk on his face.
The little something happened to be a porn magazine and Anderson blushed furiously at the sight of it.
Mikey barely held back a laugh and he looked like he was suffocating while Enid completely ignored this whole situation. Carl himself found it amusing and couldn't help a little smile on his face.
Ron quickly took the magazine and threw it under his bed and because he did it without any thought, almost automatically, that made Carl think that this perhaps wasn't the first time something like that happened.
"I don't think we've met before, pretty boy" the stranger turned to the long haired male with a slight smile. His words made Carl blush a little and Ron more red than before, but this time with anger and not embarrassment.
"Don't call him tha-"
"I'm Carl. Carl Grimes" he cut the boy off as he introduced himself. Beautiful eyes of the man before him studied his face and Carl found himself feeling all tingly and warm in his chest once again.
"Nice hat, cowboy" he laughed, surely he wasn't trying to be mean, only to lighten up the mood a bit, but Grimes boy couldn't help to feel a little hurt and trying to hide himself by lowering his head, not wanting to look him in the face. "Name's (Y/N), Ron's older brother" he added, hoping his little comment will soon be forgotten.
(Y/N), such a pretty name, Carl thought, suits him quite nicely.
After that day the teen couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N), his hair looked so soft, his eyes friendly, his smile charming and his lips so-
Carl pushed his face into his pillow, feeling embarrassed to think such things about the boy. It was embarrassing, yes. But it was also new and exciting, definitely confusing, but mostly exciting. He never thought he would ever try to imagine how it feels to hug another boy, how to kiss another boy, how to be with another boy.
It's been a couple of weeks since they've met and all the brown haired boy could think was (Y/N), they've spent some time together and Carl even dared to call them friends. The other boy wasn't as interested in comic books as Carl was, but he seemed interested in hearing what Carl had to say about them. They often found themselves in the young Grimes' room, sitting on his bed, Carl talking about the newest comic he read while (Y/N) listened with a smile on his face.
Sometimes they would go on walks outside the walls, they kept close, their shoulders brushing against each other, thrill of being alone in the woods where danger was just around the corner, Carl couldn't help but love those.
So where all this anger came from? From frustration, not knowing who he was, who did he like and really not having an option to answer these questions. In the old world he might've just searched something on the internet, maybe done some quizzes, perhaps watched some porn, but this wasn't an option these days. All he knew was that he liked, really liked, (Y/N) , so was he gay? No, he couldn't be, not when he thought about kissing Enid as well, he thought that she was very pretty and her lips looked so soft. So, did he like both guys and girls? Was that even possible? Did he only like girls and (Y/N) was only an exception or was it the other way around and he only like boys, Enid being the exception? Hell, did he like anyone at all or was it just his hormones, some weird need to create a safe space for himself, his very own family? He was so confused and in a need for a serious talk but he didn't want to bother anyone, his dad and Michonne had a lot of work, Daryl would probably by more embarrassed about a conversation like that than Carl himself, with Ron, Enid and Mikey there was always a possibility that they could tell (Y/N) about his feelings.
He sighed and laid on his back, eyes pointed at the ceiling where (Y/N) put little glow in the dark star stickers he found in an abandoned house, Carl had to hold him up so he could reach the ceiling and gosh, his heart still raced at the memory of how close they were in that moment.
"Hey, cowboy. Whatcha doin'?" a familiar voice spoke and Carl almost died from hitting his head on the nightstand because of how fast he reached for the walkie. They'd found them on a run one time, probably should've given them to Rick, but how could anyone throw away an opportunity to talk to their crush in the middle of the night?
"Hey, what's up?" he responded trying to sound cool and casual, unfortunately his voice cracked a little which made him blush with embarrassment. He hated when it happened, he couldn't do anything about it and everyone made fun of it.
"Whoa, easy buddy. Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a walk?" (Y/N)'s soft chuckle made Grimes ever more red. Gosh, his laugh was perfect, always made him smile too.
"Oh, crap, sorry, I already have plans with Enid" he suddenly remembered, since he followed her to the forest a couple of times they started to talk more and their friendship blossomed. They liked spending time with each other, mostly reading comics and just enjoying each other's company.
"You didn't tell me you had a date?" the boy on the other side of the walkie tried to sound offended.
"It's not a date, we just hang out sometimes, it's not a big deal" he quickly explained, although the thought of (Y/N) being jealous was very appealing he didn't want to risk pushing the boy away. If he had the tinest chance then he won't let it go to waste.
"Sure" there was a loud sigh, a disappointed one, though it might've been just his imagination. "I get it, no need to be shy 'bout having a girlfriend. Anyways, I'd better leave you alone, get ready for your totally casual hanging out with Enid alone in the woods totally not kissing. Have a nice one" (Y/N) left him with those words leaving Carl irritated again. He always does this, he always suggests that him and Enid are boyfriend and girlfriend, he's totally oblivious about Grimes' feelings. Enid was cool, pretty, good listener and if (Y/N) wasn't here Carl probably would've want to have that kind of relationship with her but for now his mind was focused on the boy who just hang up on him.
He hated it when (Y/N) always said crap like that and not even considered that Carl might've some sort of feelings for him. Or maybe he did realise that and he said stuff like that to show that he simply wasn't interested? Fuck, love is so complicated.
Few days later, they were exploring an abandoned building, Rick and Glenn cleared one room at a time while they stuffed their backpacks with whatever that might've been useful. They haven't really talked since that day, (Y/N) said he was busy doing something with Ron, which was obviously bullshit, although Ron was his brother, he annoyed (Y/N) more than he did anyone else. Carl spent those days thinking about what could he possibly have done wrong, maybe the other boy really was jealous? Maybe he was jealous of Carl spending so much time with Enid because he had the hots for her? Maybe he was just overthinking?
"Oh, look what I've found!" the object of his thoughts stood in front of him holding a dusty bottle of wine. "Should we take it?" he said with a mischievous grin. "Maybe you drink it with Enid, that'd be romantic, hm?"
"Are you seriously talking about it again? Me and Enid are not together" irritation in his voice must've thrown (Y/N) off a bit, because he just stood there looking confused.
"Come on, Carl, everyone can see it, you like her" he sighed, his voice tired of the same conversation over and over again, can't Carl just admit it?
"I don't like Enid, hell, I don't know if I even like girls, (Y/N)!" he snapped and quickly started regretting his words, he didn't mean to say that.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" he looked hurt, well of course he was, his best friend didn't tell him about his feelings, about what he's been going through.
"Forget it" he murmured under his breath and shoved the bottle in his backpack. "Let's just go"
He didn't expect for the other boy to grab his hand, though deep down he loved the sensatiom of being touched by him, he was too pissed off.
"What do you want from me?!" he yelled, clearly forgetting about the dead lurking behind every corner, just waiting for a chance to attack.
"I want you to talk to me, Carl" the older boy's voice was sad, almost as sad as when he told his friend about his abusive dad.
"There's nothing to talk about" starting to feel a bit guilty for hurting his friend, he tried to end the topic and move on.
"There is! For example, if you don't know if you like girls does it mean you like boys? Or do you think you don't like anyone in general?" the Alexandrian's expression turned from disappointed and hurt to irritated at the brown haired boy's behavior.
"I don't know!" all of the emotions he felt for the past couple of weeks started to come to the surface, he was frustrated that once again for not being able to answer these questions.
"How do you not know?!" they were both angry at each other at this point, Carl for (Y/N) pushing him, asking about stuff he had no idea about and (Y/N) at Carl for not wanting to talk to him.
"How am I supposed to know?! I don't know how to find out!"
And then something unexpected happened, one second Carl was clenching his fists ready to smash something with his head and the other he felt his whole body shiver and tense up at the feeling of a soft pair of lips against his own. He was too shocked to kiss (Y/N) back, too confused, too tingly and weak inside to do anything. All of the sudden he felt all the love his felt for this boy erupting inside of him as he grabbed him by the neck and pulled him closer. It was messy, weird and very awkward, but it was charming in some kind of way. Almost perfect, almost. It would've been if not for the walker who just emerged from around the corner, attracted by their fight, hungry and ready to attack.
Shots were fired from (Y/N)'s gun as he stood there focused on the monster, his lips all red and swollen from the kiss.
"You okay?" he asked carefully as if Carl was a wild animal easy to scare.
"Yeah" he only managed to say, still to stunned to speak.
"Good" he put his gun back into the holster and looked at the Grimes boy once again. "Next time you need help figuring something out just tell me, asshole"
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luveline · 2 years
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hi!! im pretty sure your requests are open, but if they’re not feel free to ignore this. i keep thinking about holding steve’s hand or like holding onto his bicep. especially in public and with a shy reader. i just want a steve and i want him to hold my hand when im feeling anxious
thank you for ur request! ♡ shy!gn!reader | 1k words   
Steve can see you hesitating from the corner of his eye. The lunch club (minus its Californian counterparts) have all somehow managed to fit inside the 733i, survive the journey up to Indianapolis city centre, and now meander through a mall that feels bigger than Hawkins' in its entirety. 
Robin and Max are talking about something Steve is too 'boy' to understand, apparently, and you're getting your ear talked off by Eddie and Dustin, though their nerd explosion seems pretty self contained. You're more of a bystander than an active part of the conversation. 
And Steve knows it isn't their fault that you're anxious. It's just how you get sometimes, especially in places like this: it's loud, it's busy, people rush past and don't stop. 
He holds his hand out across the way. You smile at him shyly and move from Eddie's left, almost stepping on Dustin's rubber toes as you cross the walkway and take Steve's hand. 
Your hand is cold. He gives your fingers a good squeeze and pulls you close, your elbows brushing with every step forward. 
"Look, there it is!" Dustin says excitedly. 
Steve looks forward and finds a bad dream in front of him – a nerd store. Dork paraphernalia lines the windows, merchandise and action figures, posters boasting comic books and the newest sci-fi novels. 
"Oh my god," he groans, tipping his head back just slightly. The ceiling is out of reach, big glass skylights that showcase the blue sky outside. "I can't believe we're gonna waste one of the hottest days of the year here." 
Your fingers jump in his. He pulls his gaze back to you and is less than pleased with what he finds. You're tense, your back a stiff board, your shoulders rising slowly towards your ears and your eyes glued to the floor. 
"Don't be a jock," Max says. 
"Let's not stereotype our dear Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so smooth he knows what's coming before it happens, "he's not a jock. You have to actually play a sport to be a jock. Steve's more like, a washout." He says 'washout' with feigned perplexion.
Steve knows he's only joking – Eddie's funny, and despite any better judgement Steve really likes him these days. It's the perfect invitation for some bantering back and forth. He can feel something scathing on the tip of his tongue and Eddie looks excited to hear it, but you make this really small sound that stops Steve dead. A ragged inhale.
He smiles at Eddie and the metalhead looks surprised and then understanding, him and Robin ushering the kids inside the store. 
You're in your own head enough not to notice their departure. 
Steve walks past the store slowly, squeezing your hand in time to a song he can't hear. "Babe, are you hungry? I saw a pretzel stand somewhere on the map." 
You blink and look up at him. You finally notice that you're alone and turn in a half circle, your joined hands tugging against your chest as you do. "Where did everyone go?" 
"That weird nerd haven. I'm selfish so I thought we'd give it a miss. Do you care?" he asks lightly. 
Your smile is chest-aching in its softness. "No. And yeah, uh… I'm hungry if you are." 
He takes his hand from yours and draws close, head inclined to yours as he takes your warm cheek into his palm. "Thanks, baby. You're the best." 
Your expression slackens. Steve loves to get you like this, loves to melt you to the bone with small, soft touches and pet names that you clearly adore even when you scold him like you do. 
"Stop," you whisper. You're smiling so much it barely sounds like a word, more a fond sound, the 'o' completely disappearing. 
"Sorry," he says. He moves his hand to kiss your cheek where it had been and then taps your shoulder lightly. "It's this way." 
Your hand tucks itself between his torso and his arm, fingers curling around his bicep. Steve worries he might blush at your careful touch, feeling shy himself for once as he walks you both through the crowd to join the line for pretzels. 
"You okay?" he murmurs to you. 
You step closer until the side of your converse touches his. "It's… yeah, I'm okay." 
"No, tell me. Honestly," he says, gentle but pleading. 
Your hand tightens incrementally around his skin. He covers your fingertips peeking out with his hand and leans down, waiting. Your head drops into his arm. 
"I'm really okay, it's only…" Your voice lightens a little. "My heart's, like, racing." 
He isn't happy to hear that. "God, I'm sorry. I'll try to stop being so handsome," he jokes in efforts to get you to smile. 
It works. You laugh, bringing your other hand to his arm as you say, "It would be a big help." 
And to hear you joking around is always something he can't handle, it makes him weirdly, stupidly happy. 
He laughs a riot and you come apart, drifting away from each other to giggle. Your hand stays firmly wedged in that place between his arm and his chest, but your grip relaxes. 
"Just- you know. Let me know if you need to find somewhere quiet, okay?" he asks. 
"I will. Thanks, Stevie." You say it like you're embarrassed, your eyes to the floor again. He wrinkles his nose. 
"You're welcome. If you wanna find somewhere secluded for other reasons, I wouldn't be opposed to that either. For your information only, of course." 
"Other reasons," you repeat wryly, giving him a knowing look from under your lashes. 
He winks at you. It's not a good wink. You giggle and a lot of the stiffness you'd held before falls away. Not all of it, but Steve thinks it's a pretty good start. 
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megamindsecretlair · 2 months
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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 11
Chapter 10 Chapter 12
Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. Dirty talk, mentions of grief and violence. Soft Loki, Jealous Loki
Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. It has been a week since the dust up with Loki and you are not sure how much more you can take.
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A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long! My family are my opps. I will try to update this a little quicker, I'm excited to see where these two go. A little something something before we get into the nitty gritty. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!
Taglist: @cantstayawaycani @braverthanthenewworld @monaeesstuff @chaos-4baby @dayjlovesromance @soft-persephone @mybonafidefeelings @nerdieforpedro @browngirldominion @thecookiebratz @we-outsiiiide@foxherder @itzgabz22
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“I hate it when Mom and Dad fight,” Sweetie muttered, just loud enough for your benefit. You ignored her just as you ignored the rest of the staff all week. They weren’t stupid, they could pick up on the tension between you and Loki. 
You weren’t ignoring him, not completely. He’d throw too big of a temper tantrum. But he was also unwilling to talk about what happened when you saw Thor. You just wanted him to budge, even a little.
He had forced you to confront things you hadn’t been ready to. Forced to draw out those deep grooves in your heart and put them up to a mirror in all its ugly glory. You cried in front of him. Bared your soul and body to him in a way you never had before. And what did he do? Completely shut you out.
You couldn’t survive in half a relationship. So sue you. You weren’t a half measure type of person. You loved and hated in absolutes. You didn’t know how to give up. It was why you were still looking for your family five years later with all evidence pointing to the inevitable truth: Thanos snapped them away.
Your heart cracked thinking of such a thing. That they were just…gone. There was no body to bury, no tomb to mourn. You couldn’t accept it yet. You couldn’t look your siblings in the eyes and tell them that there was no hope left to give.
So no. You weren’t giving up on Loki and you didn’t care how old he was, how powerful, or how much he considered himself a god. He would have to use his big boy words. 
“Sweetie, I’m expecting a visitor today. Please make sure to notify me,” you said. It wasn’t her job, but you smiled at her so that she got the message. 
“Do we need to Parent Trap them?” Honey asked, not bothering to be subtle. She sat with her usual suspects hunched over cups of coffee, bottles of water or juice, and random pastries. 
You grabbed your coffee, unable to fight the smile at the reference. Movies were something you all enjoyed once coming to Earth. As far as being stranded, it wasn’t that bad of a place to be. You all have torn through plenty of movies so far, Parent Trap being among the favorites. You were still shocked that the little girl wasn’t a real life twin. 
You walked over to the table while the group looked at you expectantly. Some leaned forward as if you were going to share something juicy. Others looked almost genuinely worried for you. You hated the pity. You didn’t owe them an explanation. 
“The saboteur has been too quiet lately, so make sure you keep your eyes peeled. This person likes to watch the chaos from the front seat,” you said. You smiled when they groaned and leaned back. 
“Princesa, please! We cannot live like this!” Honey said, her face scrunching up comically into a heartbroken frown. 
“You make it sound like we’re in Hel,” you said and chuckled. 
“He’s miserable without you,” Sugar said. 
You took a sip of coffee to stop yourself from going on a rant. You were their boss, not their friend. Though, some dark pleasure rippled through you at the thought of him suffering. You hoped your scent still lingered in his bed. The gods knew that you tossed and turned in your bed thinking of him between your legs.
And…that was enough of that thinking. You took a deep breath. “Loki is a god, as he likes to remind us. He’s fine,” you said.
They didn’t believe you. You didn’t give a shit. You had more pressing matters to worry about. Like supply requests and restock. A prickling awareness settled over you and you straightened up. 
Eyes snapped towards the door. This was all so dreadfully dramatic. You turned towards the door and saw Loki looking as delicious as ever. He couldn’t be that miserable and still look that damn good. It was unfair. His hair should be messy, clothes unkempt. Something. 
Your eyes skittered over his before you looked away. It still hurt too much that he didn’t trust you with the truth. And you weren’t the begging type. So you walked over to him. “Loki,” you said with a nod.
“Is it me or is it fucking icy right now?” You heard somewhere behind you.
“Mom and Dad need to figure it the fuck out,” you heard as well. 
“Darling, good morning,” he said. He stood and stared at you, making it hard for you to deny that there was anything amiss. He also blocked the damn door. 
“Morning,” you said, nodding towards the door. Loki dug his hands in his pockets. You glared at him but his face didn’t change. Nothing about him did. Your hand was beginning to shake. You longed to run your hands through his hair, pull him to you, and demand kisses and smiles. 
The staff was right, this was icy. Nothing like the heat and passion he was capable of. You moved to walk past him and he cut you off.
“We have to talk about the VIP list tonight,” he said. There. A wince. A crack. A glimpse into that stormy brain of his. 
“Well in hand, Loki,” you said. You smiled, turned around and bowed for the audience. “And scene. Back to work, you bunch of lazies,” you said. The tension in the room melted a fraction before you shoved past Loki and out into the hallway.
Loki trailed behind you. He made no sound but you were attuned to him like never before. You were always aware of him before. How he moved, how he talked, that smile that never failed to trick and tease. But it was amplified now. As if invisible strings connected the both of you. 
“Darling, stop,” Loki said. You took a deep breath at his deep timbre. That voice. Hell, let’s be honest. Everything about him drove you crazy. And you had resisted for five long, beautiful, torturous years. It was hard to quit cold turkey. 
Still you marched down the hallways towards your office. You weren’t going to make a scene here. 
Loki’s strong fingers wrapped around your arms, pulling you to a halt. You swung your arms wide, careful to avoid any slippage of your coffee. You growled, facing Loki finally. 
“You’re such a child,” you hissed. 
“You’re the one ignoring me like one,” he said. 
“I’m not ignoring you, I’m busy. Work, remember? The thing you hired me for?” You asked.
“Fine, then you’re fired,” he said.
You giggled. You immediately shut up because it wasn’t funny, not at all. You drank your coffee to hopefully scald your throat and prevent you from letting any more giggles escape. You weren’t done being angry. 
“You won’t even look at me anymore,” he whispered. His hand left your arm and he brought it to your face. He stopped before touching you and you finally looked into his eyes. The sight nearly robbed you of breath.
Away from prying eyes, he let you see the raw pain. The whites of his eyes were wide, mouth straining, jaw clenching. 
“Ready to talk about why you blew up at me?” You asked. 
“I already said–” 
“I have things to do, Loki,” you said. You turned on your heel. Turned away from that look in his eyes. If you stared too long, you’d cave. And you didn’t want to. You did the work and now he had to as well. 
Loki didn’t leave it there. He followed you to your office where he waited for you to settle behind your desk. He leaned into the doorframe, watching your every move. You moved a pen here, opened a folder there. But there was no way you were getting work done while he was here. His presence made your brain foggy and hands shake. 
Finally, the mounting pressure got to you. You slammed your hands on the desk and looked at him. “Why are you still here?” You asked.
He crossed his arms and took a deep breath. “I don’t like that you’re mad at me. Not when we’ve come so far,” he said. 
You leveled him with a stare. “This is on you. You love to talk but won’t talk about this. With me,” you said. 
“That’s not it,” he said with a scowl. 
“If you won’t talk, I don’t know what to think,” you said.
His jaw flexed more as he spoke. You’d give anything to know what he was thinking, what he was running through his mind. 
“Believe it or not, I have a hard time admitting faults,” he said, chuckling to cover what he said. 
“So you can stick your dick in my mouth but can’t tell me what’s on your mind?” You asked.
“Don’t be so crass,” he said. 
You’d have to be the bigger person here. Which you hated. But you took a deep breath and looked skyward, praying to the gods and ancestors in Valhalla for strength. “I told you no more running. I meant it. But as much as you say otherwise, I need this to be as equal as possible. You cannot demand everything from me and give none of yourself,” you said. 
“People are entitled to lick some wounds in private,” he said. 
“I’m not asking for every detail of your sordid history. I just want to know why you blew up at me. I only asked about why you didn’t want to speak to Thor,” you said.
Loki finally looked away from you, drawing his eyes downward. He frowned as he picked at an invisible lint on his jacket. “I can’t,” he said, with a sniff. He looked back at you briefly. 
You slowly nodded. “At an impasse, then. Get out, Loki,” you said. Your voice sounded tired to your own ears. You were weary, downtrodden. Maybe it was unfair to demand so much from him, something he clearly didn’t want to talk about. 
You had enough on your plate without worrying about Loki and his moods. You had decided over the course of the week that it hadn’t been a mistake sleeping with him. You had known bliss in his arms and that couldn’t really be a mistake. It just likely wasn’t going to happen again anytime soon. Not while he held on to whatever the fuck was preventing him from speaking. 
Never one to listen, Loki approached your desk. He leaned over it, planting his hands on it and leaning further still. His hair dropped forward like a curtain pulling open for a dramatic scene. His face could technically qualify as a dramatic scene. So many lines and planes, mouth made for sin and eyes dancing with mischief. 
“Darling, please. I–” he paused and just looked at you. His eyes moved, taking in your face. You didn’t know how you looked to him. Just another angry and bitter lover? A messy subordinate with a mouth that gave as good as it got? A once irreparably damaged Asgardian without a clue in the world? 
“I don’t like this between us. I finally got you in my arms, in my bed. I finally got a peek inside and it feels like you’ve closed the doors forever,” he said. 
“You’re the one unwilling to walk through it,” you said, softly. 
“And have you told me everything then? Every dark and horrible secret in your past? Like where you run off to every few months, disappearing at the drop of a hat? Every scar on your skin?” 
Your heart roared in your chest. It beat wildly, thumping against your rib cage. “You should know that I’ve shared far more than I ever cared to with you,” you said. You thought back to the day in his office when you finally let yourself feel. 
For the first time in a long time, you stopped disassociating. Stopped trying to hold it all in. You stopped trying to take flight while your feet were planted on the ground. And he helped you. 
“If you want to know where I disappear off to, I’ll tell you. It’s no secret. But only if I get to demand something too. Only if you let me in,” you said. 
“Ask me for anything else,” he whispered. His voice was so soft, softer than a raven’s wing. He rounded the desk and moved to stand in front of you. He got to his knees and looked at you. He was still damn tall, practically eye level with you. 
He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. “Ask me for anything else and I’ll give it. But not that,” he said. 
He kept his eyes on your hand, his lips resting softly against it. You brought your other hand to push his hair behind his ear. “That is my price, Loki.” 
He loosed a breath while your phone rang. The damn thing was still foreign, even after five years. You answered it. The front desk host let you know that your visitor was here. 
You pushed your chair back away from Loki and moved around him. He said nothing and made no noise while you left the room. Your heart felt like a rock in your chest. Each step you took from him felt like lead in your shoes. 
Still, you marched on. You walked to the front and greeted the Asgardian tracker you hired. He was impossibly tall, taller than Loki even. With smooth bronzed skin, short hair, but a host of tattoos criss crossing his bare arms. You didn’t know how he wasn’t freezing in this type of climate, but well, you weren’t going to complain. 
“Erik!” You said, wide grin splitting your face and you hugged him. 
He turned when he saw you, grinning. His smile was so heartbreaking. Why couldn’t you be head over heels for someone like him? He held on a second too long, having last seen him months ago. 
You grew up with Erik in your village on Asgard, running through the streets and getting into all kinds of trouble together. You had entertained something between you many, many years ago, but it was clear that you were better off as friends. You had already given your heart away a long time ago. 
You sat on a lounge chair in the front and tried to temper your expectations. But hope was a cruel thing. It cropped up, over and over no matter how many times you tried to squash and burn it within you. Erik settled next to you, but he wasn’t smiling. 
“No word yet on your family. The universe is very large,” he said. 
You nodded. You figured as much. You tried to hold it together, but throwing that door open within you opened yourself to it all. You felt the tears but you weren’t completely transformed. You blinked them away and squared your shoulders.
“I have people on it though. They’re out there,” he said. 
You shook your head. “They’re not.” You took a shuddering breath at that realization. Five years was too long to keep searching for people that clearly weren’t here, wasn’t it? The fall of Asgard had to have spread by now. For half of life to be eradicated, even people who had never heard of Thanos likely knew his name now. 
If not, well, they knew that those people were gone. Vanished from their lives. Turned to dust and never to be seen again. If Thor was here, all hope was truly lost. The Avengers he so affectionately ran with over the years had gone all but silent. If they were hopeless… 
“Perhaps it’s time to involve Heimdall,” Erik said.
You shushed him. You didn’t need that man turning his gaze on you. He was so eerie, seeming to know so many things. His eyes, like galaxies, were far wiser than your age. 
“I can’t. I can’t just walk up to him and ask. Maybe it’s time to call it,” you said. You didn’t want to say it. That same crack in your chest split wide open at the thought of stopping your search.
Erik grabbed your hand. “Hey, I’m not giving up,” he said. 
You patted his hand. “I’ve taken enough of your time. You have more important people to track down,” you said. Your voice warbled. You hated this. This was why you kept this shit locked away and buried at sea. 
“No one is more important than your family. They’re my family too,” he said. He scooted closer to you and drew you into his arms. You greedily took the comfort. He was always so warm and solid, giving the best hugs you’d ever known. 
“My, Darling, who’s your friend?” Loki’s voice cut into what had been a sweet and peaceful moment. 
You cracked one eye open, trying to disengage from Erik. But he was slower to let you go. He hadn’t missed the deadly tone of Loki’s voice. Where the hell did he come from anyway? 
Erik stiffened, turning fully around to face the larger threat. Loki had a devilish smile on his face, but his eyes were seething. 
“Loki, this is Erik,” you said. Before you could explain further, Erik stood up and blocked your view of Loki for a moment. Erik held out his hand and Loki shook it, keeping that smile on his face.
“Erik, haven’t seen you around,” Loki said. His eyes slid towards you and you inwardly groaned. 
“Erik has–” 
“I pop in every few months to check in on her,” Erik said. 
“Every few months? Really?” Loki smiled at you. Shit, shit. 
“He’s–” 
“Any friend of Darling’s a friend of mine,” Loki said. 
You narrowed your eyes at Loki. You didn’t know what game he was playing but you weren’t in the mood. “Erik has been looking into something for me. Right, Erik?” You stood up and nudged his shoulder to agree with you. His eyes were still trained on Loki. What was this, a fucking pissing match? 
“I was just telling Darling that I’d like to meet more of her friends. We see so little of them,” Loki said. He sauntered around Erik, putting his arm around you. “I like to make sure she’s happy. Always.”
Your eyes bugged out of your head. Erik took in Loki’s arm around you and lifted an eyebrow. “Keeping secrets, are we?” Erik asked. He crossed his arms and stared at you, putting you on the spot.
You licked your lips slowly, trying to describe what you and Loki were to each other. Boyfriend? Boss? Occasional sadistic charmer? 
Loki hugged you close and you looked at him. He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Didn’t tell him about me? I’m a little hurt,” Loki said. Still with that damn smile. You were starting to panic. You might’ve been a little afraid of what he’d do. 
Loki moved his right hand to lift up your chin and plant a small, but sultry kiss to your lips. You gasped and he drank it down with a low hum. “Always so private,” he said against your lips.
You were going to murder him. Your hands itched with magic dancing between your fingertips. A dagger? A sword? You were going to cut him down where he stood. 
“Erik, he’s–” 
“Loki, of Asgard, everyone knows,” Erik said. He raised his eyebrow at you but you didn’t know what he was trying to communicate. 
“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” You yelled. You drew the attention of some patrons who cast little glances towards you. The host stood in the corner with a few staff members, Honey among them, as they stared at all three of you. They saw the kiss. Your shoulders deflated. There went the little bit of respect you had around here. 
“Erik is a childhood friend who has been looking for my family. They went on a trip when the Snap happened so I don’t know if they’re out there, looking for us, or if they’re gone,” your breath hitched on the word ‘gone’ but you persisted. “Loki is…Loki. We’re figuring it out. Now, say hi to Denby for me,” you said, looking at Erik who slowly smiled. 
You shoved off Loki’s arm around you. “As always, you’ve gotten what you wanted and made out like a thief,” you tossed at him. 
“You’re no better than he is,” you told Erik.
You stormed off. Leaving everyone in the dust. An ache thumped in your head. You needed away. Away from here with all of its bullshit. 
“Darling!” Loki called after you. This time, you heard his steps behind you, heard him walking down the hall. You ignored him. Your fists clenched and unclenched. Your teeth grated. You were fuming with nowhere to direct the anger.
Loki caught up to you outside of your office once more. You pushed him when he was in arm’s reach. “What the fuck was that?!” You yelled. 
You were in the back, well away from any patrons. The hallways had music playing, soft muzak that kept up the hazy and alluring vibe of the club. Each room played its own music so there was no danger of being overhead. Except the staff. You imagined the rumors flying like wildfire, distracting the staff and performers. You were going to be sick. 
“A miscalculation,” he said. 
“What?” You said. He swooped in and waved his stake in the air like you were some prize he won over a miscalculation? 
“I didn’t know about your family–” 
“You would have. I would have told you. As always, you want and you want and you-”
“I have always maintained that I want you because you’re mine,” Loki said. All sense of propriety was gone. Extra eyes be damned. He advanced on you and pushed you against the wall. 
“Completely mine. Mine to do with as I please,” he said. His lips traveled from your temple down to your neck, bypassing your lips. Your body instantly reacted. Craved him. Craved another hit of what he could bring you. 
You grabbed his jacket and turned around, pushing him against the wall. He grinned as if he won. As if you would give in and forget all about your ultimatum. You licked the long expanse of his neck and his breath fanned over your skin. 
You pulled back and smiled at him. He grinned back, hanging his head and looking up at you through his pretty eyelashes. Then you slapped the smirk right off of his face. He licked his lips as if he meant to taste the sting. You raised your arm again and he caught your wrist.
“Darling, not in mixed company,” he said. He gave you a wink. “Save it for later.” 
“You are the most arrogant, infuriating, child-like, obnoxious–”
“Do keep going,” he interrupted.
“Confusing man I’ve ever met! You irritate the fuck out of me! You…bastard,” you said. 
“I don’t know how else to be,” he said.
You yanked your wrist out of his hand. You were breathing too heavy. You couldn’t get enough air in your lungs. You wanted to smack him. You wanted to curse him. You wanted to toss him into hot lava and see if he’d melt. You wanted to kiss his stupid face. 
“We promised no lies between us. And if you can’t give me that Loki, you can’t have me.” 
He opened his mouth to say something, all hints of playfulness gone. But then the lights went out and the screaming started.
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Say Yes - Taehyung
masterlist.
"Isn't it just beautiful?"
"Gorgeous," You nodded, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
You barely recognized the person staring back at you. Whoever that girl was felt foreign, a distantly uncomfortable, wide-eyed look on their face so devoid of happiness it was almost comical. Nothing about that person was you- not the slicked back, too shiny, too gelled hair whipped into a dystopian updo; Not the shiny tiara your mother had just placed on top of your hair, practically blinding you as it was tucked in front of a long, snowy net of lace; Definitely not the puffy white dress that took up too much space with a corset so tight you felt like you couldn't breathe.
"You're going to remember this day forever- you're going to look at this very tiara and remember the day you married the love of your life, the person who you'll always be with no matter what, the person who you'll be forever attached to." You mom gushed.
"Oh my god," You muttered, eyes widening.
That's when it hit you- The realities of the mess you had gotten into.
"Doesn't that sound magical?" Your sister sniffled next to her, leaning against you to get a better look at what should've been the happy bride on her wedding day.
No- it didn't sound magical. It sounds fucking awful, actually.
"I think...." You said, your voice so weak it broke halfway through. "I think I need to pee."
"Oh! I'll help you!" Your sister offered.
"NO!" You said too loudly, too quickly. "I just want to be alone for a moment in the bathroom. Where I'll be....peeing."
You ignored their strange looks of confusion, rushing off towards the bathroom. The door was thankfully down the hallway of the large suite you had booked to get ready for your wedding in, one that had been meticulously decorated for your first night as a wedded woman. You reached for the handle, stopping for a moment as your eyes wandered towards....
The other door next to it, the one that led out to the hallway.
You stared at it for a millisecond, hand still hovering by the bathroom before you were out.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh motherfucking shit," You whispered under your breath, breaking out into a full sprint down the hallway and towards the stairs, completely bypassing the elevator.
You flew down the stairs, ripping through the lobby in hopes that none of your guests had arrived yet.
"What the fuck am I doing?" You cried, looking around wildly until you spotted a sleek black mercedes with a man in a suit standing in front of it.
It was the car you had hired to drive you to the venue and then after the ceremony, the one you and your husband would drive to the airport in. The one you knew for a fact was preloaded with your luggage in the trunk. You ran up to him, your dress gathered in bunches in your arms and your veil half off, "You- drive."
"I- What?" The driver stuttered, checking the watch on his wrist, "Did I get the time wrong? I thought we didn't leave for another hour?"
"Um, No! No wedding- No, we're not leaving, actually, can we leave? Can you drive? I really don't want to get married, please don't make me? I just want to leave," You whimpered, finding it hard to breathe for a moment.
He looked alarmed, blinking blankly at you for a moment before nodding quickly, "Okay, let's do this- get in the car and I'll drive."
He opened the door and you threw yourself in, falling into a puddle as the driver shoved the rest of the thick dress material in behind you.
"Why is this thing so big?" He grunted, pushing the layers of tule in beside you.
"I don't know," You said miserably, trying your best to help him. "I didn't pick it out!"
"You didn't- what do you mean you didn't pick it out?" He gasped dramatically, "It's your wedding dress, why didn't you pick it out?"
"Clearly, I'm a fucking mess!" You snapped, just before he slammed the door closed.
You were starting to panic, thankful for how quickly the driver got in the car and began to drive away. You felt a buzzing and frowned, looking down to see your phone glued to your hand- you didn't even realize you had it in your hand. You mom was calling...
You pressed decline, snapping your eyes up instead, "Is there alcohol in here? When I hired you guys, your boss said he'd put champagne in here."
"Yeah it's- here," The driver said, reaching behind him and pointing towards the chilled bottle in front of you, "But it's corked so-"
He cut himself off, stopping when he heard you shoot it off- watching it bounce off the roof and off towards the windshield. He threw you a side eye through the review mirror, watching you chug straight from the bottle.
"So....you didn't like the guy?" He asked, keeping his eyes on you.
You narrowed your eyes, staring back at him. He looked to be around your age, fluffy brown hair, big brown eyes, a boxy looking awkward smile on his lips. He could've been a model, actually. He was definitely tall enough for it.
"What did you say your name was?" You asked instead, leaning towards him.
"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." He introduced, tearing his eyes away from you to look back towards the road, "Where did you say we were going? I'm assuming not the venue I was given the address to?"
You paused, realizing you didn't have a single clue on what you were planning on doing now.
You're a runaway bride. You left your fiancé and now you're on the run like a criminal with only a bottle of champagne and a suitcase in the trunk as a clue. Well, two suitcases- one was your fiancés.
You should return it....you should tell him you're not getting married to him....
"I should feel guilty," You whispered. "I'm a bad person, aren't I? I'm a terrible person. Why don't I feel guilty? I don't...."
"He probably wasn't that great of a guy then. Where are we going?"
"We were going to honeymoon in Italy," You mumbled.
"Italy?" Taehyung scoffed, "What a waste of money. If I could go on a vacation, I'd go home. A lot of people don't know that Bisan-dong is actually really nice, the farmland and the open air can really set things in perspective."
"Really?" You said, curiosity peaked.
Taehyung nodded obliviously, a happy little smile on his face, "Oh yeah, it's amazing. My family owns chickens and my neighbors have goats and horses and growing up there were even cows!"
"But a person like me would be lost if I tried to go, right?" You schemed, still hugging your champagne.
"Definitely- you'd need a guide or something."
"So you'll do it?" You asked, "You'll guide me around! I mean, I'll definitely pay you, and we'd have to leave now- I mean, right now. Can we drive? Or maybe a train is better- which one do you prefer?"
Taehyung froze, mouth gaped open, "Y-What?"
"What?" You snapped, rolling your eyes, "I said I'll pay you- come on, say yes."
"Have you lost your mind?" Taehyung exclaimed, turning around to stare at you in bewilderment.
You scoffed, pushing his head back forward towards the road. You took another swig of the champagne, leaning back into your seat.
"Maybe," You shrugged, a weight lifting off of your chest. "But that might not be a bad thing. So? Are you in?"
Taehyung looked at you through the review mirror nervously, thin hands gripping the steering wheel a little too harshly.
Was he?
to be continued...?
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If the main dc comics continuity was to ever come to a definitive end, how would you personally want to see Jason’s character arc finish?
(ik that’s like, really open-ended and speculative, so please feel free to ignore! I just really enjoy your dissections of his characterization and history and was wondering if it’s something you’d ever had strong feelings for. Apologies if this is something you’ve discussed in another post 😁)
this is such a beautiful ask and i've been thinking about it for months. i think i knew the answer from the beginning, but i was wondering if there was any other way to convey it; any details to spare; any particular course of the plot to conceive. but what i am left with every time when i think of it is this:
it is difficult to imagine it, because the very nature of serialised comics like batman is that they are defined by their never-ending quality. if the end were to come, that paradox ought to be addressed. the question here is, does the finale mean the end of the cycle that the characters are trapped in? does it mean they are free? or should we signal that even beyond the cards of the book, the story will go on, and even in silence, sisyphus goes on, as does the serpent?
i don't want violence to be jason's final legacy, but i do want him to bite into the story again. still, there ought to be subversion in it. so the scene that i picture is as i follow: he's back in the crime alley, his face bare and flushed with life. and just for the moment, the light of his childhood is back. and this is what happens:
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so how do i imagine it? circular-shaped, as i always do. just as the diagram of love and grief. i think jason's storyline in many ways encapsulates that dimension of batman's lore. except as opposed to the probable end bruce thought it would bring him to in that alley, jason shall get a beginning.
i hope it's not disappointing that the minutiae of the background is lost on me. i don't know if jason is still a fighter and if so, if he has another name. i'm not sure if bruce is alive (although i have an intuition that perhaps the scene would become more complete with the knowledge he is dead; however, i don't want to refuse him the role of the final girl he is destined to), and i have no idea what jay will decide to do with his life beyond that. but the bargaining stage is over. and life will bloom around that grief.
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zeroducks-2 · 3 months
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(Espero que se me sea entendible)
Que opinión tienes de que Eo haya dicho:
"because it's the only time you'll spend with me."
En vez de:
"because it's the only time I'll spend with you
Te entiendo sì :) Sorry my Spanish isn't good enough for a complete answer but I do understand it well enough.
So the reason why Eo says "It's the only time YOU will spend with me", and not "the only time I will spend with you", is because he does spend a lot of time with Barry even if Barry is normally not aware of it.
Eo follows him around, spies on him, literally stalks him day and night and keeps him under control, he does spend a lot of time with him. It doesn't work the other way around though! Barry doesn't know Eo is there (and even when he suspects it, they don't really interact), so he doesn't in fact spend time with Eobard in return. It's a one way thing in which Eobard watches and looks and observes but never acts, like when he came back from the however many years he was tortured in prison and started just following Barry around, watching him without ever interacting (Eo was being ridiculously shy about it, and the funny thing is that at that point, Barry would have likely been happy to see him and greeted him like an old friend).
Conversely, when Eobard is actively making his life impossible, Barry is forced to react to the things he's put through, therefore he will "spend time with him".
See, Eo has this distorted view of relationships in which spending time with a loved one means that the ONLY WAY he has to be noticed and get the other person to give him attention, is through breaking things. As a child he was ignored by his parents who locked him in a playpen and never even turned towards him, and the only way he had to get them to pay attention to him was to break expensive toys. That would get his father to finally notice his existence and beat him up, which hey, I'm sure it won't traumatize a small child at all!
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If you can go past the terrible art, this is what his life has been like for a good chunk of his childhood (then his parents genetically engineered another child and forced him to be his little brother's primary caretaker, while continuing to treat him like garbage).
And sure, now Eobard isn't a child anymore, but the 25th century is a bleak place and beside for the Flash comics he found refuge and comfort in, he didn't have any other guardian figure (or any friend really) who taught him how love even looks like. So, when Barry loses his entire shit in Running Scared, absorbs the Negative Speedforce and beats the everliving hell out of him, from Eobard's perspective he's still giving him attention! It worked, he broke "enough toys" to get Barry to spend time with him! ... In the sense that he was a menace for long enough and threatened Iris enough times, and it's interesting to me how in Running Scared he is so disoriented and so overpowered that he could do 200% more damage, but truly his only goal is getting Barry to spend time with him therefore he keeps said damage to a minimum.
He could have killed Ace, but he just tossed him around a bit. He could have killed Iris, and he barely even touched a hair on her head. He brought her to the 25th century after realizing that she didn't remember barely anything about him (unacceptable! One of the most important people in his life forgot shit about him!!), but beside scaring her, the whole RS arc ends with Iris sporting not even a bruise. The entirety of Running Scared could be summarized with "local time traveler gets brought back to life by his crush, is disoriented as fuck and in his need for attention makes a mess and gets himself killed again (by his other crush)". And in my strictly personal opinion, the reason why his antics look especially childish in Running Scared also comes from the fact that he's indeed extremely disoriented, both by the whole flashpoint paradox situation (he can't forget anything while everyone else has altered memories!), and by the fact that he literally just died and came back to life. Imagine the headache.
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wesavegotham · 2 years
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Batman vs Robin #1
Well, it's good that Tumblr allows more than 10 pictures nowadays, this is a long issue with lots of dialogue. I'm not really going to talk about the first few pages with Alfred coming back because we've all seen those and this will be too long as it is. Let's get into it.
So Bruce goes down to the batcave and is greeted by Damian, Jakeem Thunder and Tim Hunter:
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Despite showing a lot of doubts about Alfred's return and questioning him for hours earlier, Bruce doesn't show the same amount of confusion when his son waits for him in the batcave seemingly to murder him. His first reaction is to present himself as authoritative and angry with Damian. As if he had already expected his son to return to him agressive sooner or later.
When you remember how Bruce and Damian parted ways in Robin #15 this doesn't make sense. Under Williamson Bruce tried to be softer and more understanding with Damian and Damian left him on friendly terms. Waid not caring for what other writers have done with Damian is an issue that will become even more apparent in a second.
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"He's always been egocentric, ruthless, impatient to replace me, but this..."😒
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Even if I try to ignore that Damian hasn't been serious about wanting to replace whoever is currently wearing the mantle in AGES, Damian has made it clear in Teen Titans Annual 2, when he left Bruce again at the end of Tomasi's run on Detective Comics and in Robin #15 by Williamson that he's trying to get out of Batman's shadow and wanting to find out who he is away from the two legacies he was born into. So why is Waid making Bruce think that? Damian has made it clear enough that this isn't what he desires. Why is Bruce only thinking that Damian must not be quite himself because he tries to kill him now? Bruce describing Damian with all these negative attributes is also making it hard to believe something Bruce tries to say later.
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I will admit that it's nice that this Damian calls out the "I love you, but sometimes I truly don't like you" line from Tomasi's last Tec arc. But I really don't know why this Damian acts like Bruce hasn't apologized for how he treated Damian after Alfred's death. Bruce has told Damian that he doesn't blame him and that it wasn't his fault. We've been over this. And ever since Teen Titans annual 2 Bruce has tried to get him back as Robin and to come back home. Bruce hasn't rejected Damian. He could have done a better job as a father, but he didn't do that.
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This page really makes me wonder how possessed Damian actually is. I mean of course he is possessed by Nezha. But Waid mentioned in an interview that Nezha is bringing Damian's struggles back to the surface. So...is Waid saying that all of this IS deep down in Damian? And Nezha is just triggering it? Erm...not sure if I like that. It ignores too much of Damian's developement and makes it appear as if Damian's changes weren't genuine and just on the surface.
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Bruce trying to say what I assume was supposed to be "You are the son I wanted" kinda doesn't land when you remember how unfavorable Bruce thinks of Damian in the beginning. The son you wanted is in your own words "egocentric, ruthless and impatient"? Er...yeah, doesn't sound like it, does it.
Something about the "I only wish you were wearing pearls" line makes me cringe.
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Alfred just comes of as MUCH more emotionally affected and invested in rescuing Damian than Bruce is. And yeah, I get that's partially because Bruce is Bruce. But when you feel the need to write ANOTHER Batman vs Robin story then it would be great if Bruce would show more feelings than just "guess I have to free my asshole of a son now". Why should I care when the protagonist barely does?
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It's just great how the characters pay lipservice to Damian not being himself, but otherwise completely act like Damian is the enemy here😑
Waid really tries to make you take Damian as the antagonist serious, but it simply doesn't work. This is a kid. I don't ask myself "will Damian beat Bruce and take over as Batman?", not even for a second. Damian in a batman suit is cute, not threatening.
As for the last page, I'm aware we don't know why Damian freed Nezha yet. Waid might reveal that it wasn't actually his fault like the last line implies. But trying to make it appear like Damian is responsible, even just at the beginning of your story, doesn't make me feel excited. You only earn a tired eye-roll from me.
I really hope this story will improve over the next few issues because this didn't catch me. And you might think "isn't this person usually totally in favor of Bruce getting called out? Why isn't she happy with this?"
Well, not every callout is created equal. There is a difference between a good guy calling out Bruce and a bad guy calling him out. If a bad guy calls Bruce out there is always this sense that their words don't have to be taken to heart because they are completely evil themselves. Criticism from a good character feels way more valid and serious. I also feel like this Damian talks way too much. It's almost as if Waid knows that this conflict feels forced and tries to justify it by having Damian throw everything at Bruce at once, even the issues that got already solved or never existed in the first place.
But hey, it looks like Alfred is back? Yay!
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Yo about your boom au does perhaps shadow know Stone? Cause from what I vaguely remember of boom shadow is he's more villain like and that he thinks egg was a shitty villain so would boom shadow sorta respect boom Stone for being a good villain or would he think Stone is wasting his time with egg
Sorry for the delayed reply, I've been thinking about it trying to come up with a good answer, still developing backstory 😅
I'm gonna be embarrassingly Honest i am not 100% sure how shadow fits into boom canon I haven't read the comics or played the games yet.
What I do know is that I want them to be absolute besties. Like. They have a whole history with each other, Stone has Shadow's number and they text each other every so often. And Eggman freaks out when he finds out he's soooo jealous 😂
Ok bear with me I am not writing this very well at all it is bare bones , just ideas so far
I want boom Stone and Shadow to have a kind of weird respect slash camaraderie slash friendship with each other completely unrelated to Dr Eggman and Sonic. I would love for Stone to have been previously part of the Boom version of Team Dark before they split.
And yeah, I think you're definitely right Shadow thinks Eggman is such a pathetic villain, and he tells Stone to move on, he can do so much better than Eggman! Eggman is holding him back from what he's truly capable of - according to Shadow.
But what happens is Shadow gets so offended that Stone ignores his advice and started not only doing supervillain work for Eggman but also dating him too!? Shadow gets mad, feeling disrespected, and he stops speaking to Stone for a while.
Shadow shows up for their wedding, but only secretly from a distance. "Tch," he mutters. "Fools. This won't end well."
But after Eggman and Stone eventually breakup, Shadow is there for Stone after the awful fallout and invites him on epic villainous adventures to get his mind off of it, to get him back in the real game. Team Dark is back together baby! Rouge, E123 Omega, Shadow and Agent Stone 🖤❤️💛🤍💖💜 going on cool wild adventures kicking ass and taking names. (Allowing plenty of revenge for Stone on the side, blowing up Eggman's bases and robots, and generally mucking things up for Eggman)
Step aside Eggman, there's a new supervillain on the rise. 😈
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I love your VT au so much! Misako is one of my favourite characters so whenever someone gives her an actually good back story it makes my heart mushy /pos
I have a few like random ideas/thoughts, feel free to ignore them though:
does darkley's exist in this universe? and since it later became Wu's academy, would it become Garmadon's academy?
does everyone in ninjago find out Wu was bad this whole time and realise Garmadon is a good guy and like support him or is everyone terrified of him or something?
does lloyd like the ninja? considering they're like celebrities in this would he think they're super cool or would he think they're bad, either disliking them because he has different interests or would he be told they're working for someone bad?
does Lloyd still like comic books? also, does he introduce the gang to his favourite comics and stuff? I can just imagine a RGB sibling interaction like this:
L: so, I realise you two had literally no childhood. So I, your amazing younger brother, have come bearing gifts
K: no offence but we're a bit too old for kid stuff
N: Yeah, we've been ninja basically our whole lives. we don't really need this stuff. Thanks though
L: *reveals a pile of comic books, old kid show DVDs, action figures and plushies*
Kai and Nya proceed to spend the next week reading all the comics, watching all the shows and playing with the toys. Lloyd takes over their chores while they both heal their inner child
okay thats all! I love this AU, and all your posts are super cool! have a good day 🫶
Thank you!!! I'm glad you like it so much!!
As for your questions:
Darkleys I think will still exist, but instead of being a school where kids are taught to be evil, I think I'm gonna make it a boarding school for Ninjago's royalty/upper class. So a different type of evil school. Misako and Clouse both went when they were younger.
After his plans with the Great Devourer go awry, his Nindroid army is shut down, and the Emperor himself calls for an audience with Wu to yell at him for not catching Garmadon yet, Wu kinda snaps. He forges the Mega Weapon after holding off for a few weeks after finally getting all four Golden Weapons, and uses it to usurp the throne and take complete control of the city.
So by the time Wu is defeated, everyone knows that he was the true bad guy. And the cities thoughts on Garmadon after everything is said and done are very mixed.
Overall most of the city regard him as a hero, since he not only killed the GD with his bare hands but also evaporated an arm and almost died to use the Mega Weapon to stop Wu.
But there's a fair amount of superstition regarding Oni in Ninjago, most of it negative.
So there's also a fair amount of people who feel he should be monitored at the very least, locked up or even executed to ensure he can't do to the city what he did to the Great Devourer if he gets annoyed.
And there's a small-ish group who believe that he's the Green Ninja, and that him defeating Wu was the Prophecy being fulfilled. They are kind of a semi-rabid fan club for him.
At first Lloyd thinks the Ninja are awesome. He and Harumi (they're childhood friends and next door neighbors before the Great Devourer attack) liked to play games where they were the Ninja, and were even planning on dressing up as the Green Ninja (Harumi) and Lord Garmadon (Lloyd) for Day of the Departed.
Then the Great Devourer attacks New Ninjago City.
And Lloyd's Dad, who he thought was dead his whole life, comes back.
And he's stinking Lord Garmadon.
And soon the Ninja, the cool, real-life superheroes he and his best friend would pretend to be, are hunting him down, their minds magically manipulated by their teacher, Lloyd's own Uncle.
Right after Wu's defeat, Lloyd is still pretty spooked by the Ninja, but after a few months where everyone is recovering and then all the Tournament stuff, Lloyd warms up to the Ninja and they start to grow fond of him as well.
Lloyd still loves comic books, and is appalled when he finds out that Kai wasn't allowed to play any video games or read any comics or do anything actually fun, and he's borderline distressed when he first meets Nya and she had never heard of Starfarer in her life.
He sort of takes it upon himself as the one with the most normal childhood to be the 'authority' on how to be a normal kid and do normal kid things like MarioKart, eating junk food, pranking people, teenage rebellion (sure he's like 11, but he's watched a lot of teens on tv, and that counts, right?), and shapeshifting.
Lloyd actually did have the most normal childhood out of literally every member of the main cast up until the plot happens. It wasn't super normal, but it's still more normal than what anyone, teen or adult, went through.
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Was reading your posts about Jackson's book being too focused on plot and you're so right bestie I wish we saw him have a dual routine, like idk going to college/ interning in Star labs then his life as Aquaman, training in Atlantis and saving ppl
I think I'm missing this type of stories sm , the young adult trying to deal with their mundane life and hero life, i miss that, it gives more weight to the characters bc we're seeing them in different situations and we can relate with them.....
I need bits of slice of life in my cape comics sometimes 😭
ITS RIPE FOR EXPLORATION gfhfgjhffgjh just the description of his relationship with his parents is legit a comedy AND tragic and dramatic and painful like omg you can do so much with that and its just the fact that DC doesnt publish long running format books anymore but like the nuggets i got from you brought me to the ocean and that pride anthology makes me loco but then like they spent yrs after brightest day making him a background character only to develop him NOW after the YJ synergy stopped in a very awful teen titans book where he was just annoyed and ignored the entire time and appeared occasionally in aquaman 2016 and now their just rushing him to aquaman status and having Atlantean faction wars and long lost sister ect.... like brah calm down can i get to know his character can i chill with him for a second? how was his life in new mexico???can ik his strength and flaws first? you wasted all these yrs and your just rushing results
he's distinguished from aquafam specifically BECAUSE he lived on land for his whole life and felt like an outsider which i get why he'd be so pumped to go in the water but like....idk man build up his human life too?? (internship/volunteering at an aquatic star labs/aquarium research sanctuary could just be means for a b plot too😭) i'm just not that interested when they pile on already confusing lore to him and expect ppl to care sdfsgsg, non slice of life book WORKS for characters like black manta cause he's a grown 24/7 villain with an agenda thats been here since the 60s they just didnt have enough issues to really explore him when he got a series ( ppl can moan about priest deathstroke run but at least i get how he's a MENACE and black manta should have that but also just like the mini showing his vulnerability ) i want more nuanced relationship building with his mother is that too much to ask dgfsgsdg
its making me feel ungrateful at DC cause they give me nuggets and i did like aspects of aquaman the becoming and im so on board for B/C list character exposure but his development is so spliced off in different books it feels odd and you can balance plot/arcs and slice of life elements ive seen you do it with impulse and Blue beetle,starman ect DC can i pls have that for jackson? and ik editorial is going through it but this is why i need the short binge format for clearly long running series to die actually, if its just a pitch idea for established characters go for it but like not for the legacy character your just now developing,all these yrs he’s barely had an defining identity as aqualad they need to slow down 😭, i'm not asking for complete decompression like taylor nightwing but like can we just chill just for a moment
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Welcome to a little series of Hikikel drabbles that I wanna turn into like little comics/potential videos. I'm just gonna write out the scenes in this form and then hopefully I'll remember them and I can do stuff. This drabble is just gonna be Kel leaving his house for the first time, so onward!
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The knocking was quiet on the outside, but on the inside of a cold, desolate house, it echoed mightily, making its way into every nook and cranny. Wandering up the stairs, to pierce the ears at the top and disrupt the suffocating silence atop tragedy itself.
What tragedy? Nothing happened up here except for last night...
A voice breaks the house's lone dweller from his thoughts. Oddly enough, it is crystal clear, almost unrecognisable. "Kel? Are you in there? Hello~? It's me, Sunny! You awake?"
Sunny?
The only image that comes to his mind is a quiet child, looking around shyly but with huge eyes, drawing in every detail. A child that barely spoke, much less speak so loudly.
Out there, however, is a stranger that calls itself by the same name. Almost like...
"I know you're still in there! It's been four years, Kel!"
Four years? How has it been so long... Maybe that's why... I can't recognise that as Sunny...
A curiosity grips him. A desire to see if it really has been four years, if that really is Sunny and not some twisted vision of him.
Steadying himself and calming down, Kel begins to quietly move down the stairs, one at a time.
Sunny almost gave up again on knocking. It's been so long, so long since he saw Kel again. So long since he stopped leaving the house. His image is but a blur, a melancholic memory of a happy kid, so bright and energetic.
He kept knocking and calling for so long, but he cannot understand why he came back again. But Sunny waits, a little wisp of hope still left that he can fulfil his promises.
He isn't coming out again, isn't he. Maybe I should go grab Basil and see if we can't... Force something to happen. Maybe later today, or tomorrow. No... not tomorrow... she's coming back tomorrow. I'm sorry, H-
A board creaks inside, and for a second, Sunny is perfectly still, his eyes wide. Another creak and step confirm that someone is moving. There is no car in the driveway. There is only one person home in Faraway's "House of Tragedies". The tragedies of a family breaking, the death of the most golden child in town, the loss of a ray of sunshine so strong it burns the eyes.
Sunny keeps knocking, just to assure that he's still right there, outside, waiting. He's terrified at what he may see greeting him, knowing full well that the joyous and wild kid he grew alongside is long gone. But he swore on the grave he'd save the five of them that remain, no matter what.
Are you in there still? Is the old Kel still alive somewhere? He has to be, Kel wouldn't die so easily.
The door opens slowly. At first, only a crack, before it opens fully, and Sunny can no longer breathe.
Kel looks a lot different than before. Somehow, he's the smaller one now, though only just barely. But that isn't what's the most jarring. No, it's the completely dead, lightless eyes. A murky, dull mix of greys and browns, not truly focusing on anything. The dead, clammy skin barely only shows a hint of the tan once there.
The tangled, matted mess of dead browns that make a man of hair that falls below his shoulders, the way the long shirt he wears hangs off a tiny, broken frame. The hopeless, empty expression.
It's the most heartbreak Sunny has felt in a long time, ever since he found the body, or saw Mari.
Nonetheless, the way Kel's eyes lighten slightly upon seeing him makes Sunny move forward to envelop the now smaller boy in the biggest hug he has ever given. He smiles, trying to ignore the tear that slips from an eye.
"Good morning. It's... been a while, huh?"
Kel doesn't respond, but he does let his eyes close, focusing on the warmth around him.
I'm so sorry.
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It's been a while, huh? Since I wrote anything, that is. I posted last night so it can't be on just posting in general. I continue to rotate Hikikel in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. I'm thinking the next drabble will be focused on one of the (many) fights between Sunny and Mari in the aftermath. Either that or all the reactions to Hero's body. That's gonna be fun to write.
Anyway, if ya like what ya see, reblog! It spreads the work and the algorithm doesn't care for likes unless you're like me and dig through the omori tag daily for new content.
See y'all soon! Hopefully maybe tomorrow I can give another drabble, and I'll make sure to link all of them.
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I sorta feel like they're taking Leo's line that nobody trusts him a little too seriously is all. If anything his line about being Splinter's least favorite is the opposite, but I'm not here to talk about that. I feel ppl are putting the canonical insecurities Leo has out as fact and ignoring context.
Leo is in a position, a well-founded one at that, where he believes nobody trusts him. He has shown multiple times throughout the series that while he always has his family's best interests at heart, his family has plenty of reason to doubt him. His powers are barely controlled. He hides information, puts on an act of confidence that can come off as having a major ego, and has actually put his family in danger several times. So no, they don't trust him... but that's kinda the point of that scene. It's Splinter learning to trust his son in spite of all this and being rewarded with the hidden potential Leo has exhibited from the first episode as a leader, it jsut needs a bit of extra work and refinements.
Yeah that’s exactly what I was thinking. Especially the line about Leo being his least favorite- like he’s being chased by a comically feral version of his sick father. Yeah, out of context it looks bad, but Splinter is being extra affectionate while he’s sick as hell, that’s- that’s the whole joke!!
And you’re completely right about Leo being untrustworthy! I can’t even feel bad for him when Splinter doesn’t want to go along with the Battle Nexus plan because he doesn’t know there’s a plan- and there’s no good reason for Leo to hide it either! He kept everyone in the dark about that and it was wrong of him. Of course Splinter is frustrated with him! He should’ve explained the plan before they ever left! And Splinter even accepts this aspect of his son despite it being a literal flaw that should’ve been addressed (maybe it would’ve been if we got that third season, idk).
And I’d also like to point out that like. Splinter is his father, not his friend. I know this sounds obvious, but Splinter is well within his right as Leo’s guardian to say no to him, or not go along with his plans when he has no idea what’s going on. They’re not brothers, or friends, or vaguely related- like Leo is his teenage son, and Splinter can say “no this plan doesn’t make sense and I won’t let you control this situation anymore”. It’s not abuse or neglect or even mean to say that. Splinter is not mean to Leo, he’s realistic.
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kitsunesfandomtime · 9 months
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Treasure Vault - CH 5/5 (Finale)
Characters: All for One, Yoichi Shigaraki, Second One for All User
Relationship: All for One & Yoichi Shigaraki,
Warning: Platonic Yandere, EXTRA Disturbing behavior, non-consensual touching, Vault time, self-imposed starvation
Summary: All for One has had enough of his little brother's rebellious nature. He can't afford to risk his little brother's life by letting him continue this. If he has to commit cruelties to keep his brother safe, then so be it. What's one more sin on the pile?
His little brother was losing all the fights he once had. Hisashi had to call out the hallucinations starting with the idea there is anyone outside that knows where he is.
The delusions that there had ever been other people in this place had quite an effect on him as Hisashi admits no one knows where he is. There were no grunts, no guards, or anything all in an attempt to make sure his brother was completely safe. His little brother didn't take this fact well as if something broke inside.
But he wasn't as violent anymore. The hysteria, crying and sobbing was strong at first but seemed to disappear at the knowledge no one was there to even hear him. Wondering if he had been using these delusions as a sort of comfort to himself. But Yoichi's misfortune had turned into Hisashi's boon funny enough even if didn't expect it to be so.
Now able to touch his brother without the male constantly sneering and fighting even if he is still refusing to eat. Those eyes didn't seem to have any life, however, even as he entered the vault and allowed his hand to brush through his little brother's hair. The only confirmation he is alive is the small movement of his chest breathing.
"Yoichi," he whispers to the young man trying to coax some reaction. Those eyes turn to acknowledge him even if he doesn't seem to have a fight he still seems to move away just a hint. A good sign he isn't completely without thoughts.
The two brothers' relationship was in pieces, shattered with neither able to submit to the other. Though it is clear the younger brother is slowly starting to crack from isolation. He was slowly going insane until he just couldn't fight anymore and that is what Hisashi wanted. That was why he did this, however-
"Look, I'll stop asking you to join. You can live somewhere nice away from this I'm expanding so won't have to deal with this nonsense," Hisashi whispered promises to his little brother of a better place. "I can afford anything you want. Figurines, comics, or whatever it is you like."
If that is what it takes for his brother to stop this protest he doesn't care if he never works a day in his life or does something completely unrelated. If wanted something then Hisashi will damn well work to get it and Yoichi can enjoy a nice home life. Even if it's in another country as long as Hisashi knows he is alright.
Slowly those eyes seemed to finally register what he was saying looking at his older brother with a kind of exhausted expression. Hisashi for a split second thinking maybe they can work out a compromise. Until his little brother spoke in a voice almost unlike his own so raspy and small, "I want you to stop doing bad things. The bad guy always gets killed in the end."
Like a blade had been slipped through his ribcage as his brother's words struck him where it hurts. That stupid ass comic, his brother had said something similar before and now was saying it again. It didn't make any sense! Why was he fighting so much!? And for what!?
Hisashi grabs at his little brother's shoulders to force him upright barely able to ignore how his little brother flinched. Trying to get him to truly look at him because he truly does not understand. He's trying so damn hard to compromise but he can't if the other just refuses communication.
"Why are you fighting so hard!!?? Those people you worry about are strangers, the government wishes us dead, and I am bringing order to this god-forsaken world!" He is opening himself up and being honest wanting answers to his brothers behavior. He needs it right now as he is baffled, "If I'm in charge, I can make everything better and give you a good life. How is that such a bad thing!?!?"
There is a broken laugh that escaped the young man as if that response was in itself a cruel joke giving even Hisashi pause. Before a sneer formed on his little brother's lips. "Never once in that whole sentence did you even consider my feelings. You're too selfish to consider anyone elses feelings besides your own."
His little brother has officially gone insane as even now still preferred to die than even consider some kind of compromise. Twisting his words to make sure he knows he is the one at fault which he knows. He is more than aware that he isn't a victim but it made Yoichi's behavior make even less sense! GIVE HIM A LIE THEN.
"You're trying to be a martyr for a cause you aren't even a part of," Hisashi points out as is sure at this point knowa Yoichi isn't even sure why he is doing this. This has gone on for way too long and at this point, he is definitely going to need a doctor. Of course, that is when Yoichi goes silent.
As if he was done with the conversation and Hisashi almost wanted to shake him. To get him to keep talking but he also knows there is no point. Once he shuts down Hisashi won't get anything so he just gives up. Letting out a sigh as he releases his brother's shoulders and the male goes to lie on the bed.
Seeming so small and vulnerable right now. His eyes look intently at his little brother a bit cautious still trying to make some connection with his little brother. Desperate for that connection as he reaches up to stroke his head a small hum. It was a success.
The other's hair was greasy again knowing the other doesn't even clean himself up much now having become used to cleaning him personally. Even if still struggles like a cat against it having to clean all the filth Yoichi would prefer to sit in.
"What am I going to do with you...?" Hisashi whispers softly as he continues the soft gesture. Treating him as if he was as fragile as glass, memories of when he used to rough house with the other played in his mind.
Thrashing and pushing even as their parents would get angry at Hisashi and the result was Yoichi getting really hurt. His best intentions always seem to hurt the other though in those days Yoichi would seem happy. Even if gets hurt saying how he likes playing because even if gets hurt Hisashi always gets upset if does hurt him anyway.
They understood each other then.
He wonders... Maybe Yoichi truly doesn't hate him? And it's why he says things like doesn't wish him dead and wants him to stop being a villain. Did... He think it meant his fate was to die?
He pauses in his gesture wondering if he misunderstood the other's concern as defiance. The idea was frankly a horrifying one because it easier if thinks his brother is spiteful and angry because opposes thus why needed to lock him up. Then to think his brother might actually care, that worried about him and Hisashi's own misguided in response ends up locked away.
He swallows those feelings instead smiling softly not about to think that hard as the other had still ran away regardless. Yoichi ran into dangerous situations that could have resulted in his death. It was a necessary evil.
His little brother, his sweet brother, a young man with so much potential was so small right now. His hand brushes the other hair back even as those eyes remained closed can see his lips quiver. Leaning in he nuzzles his little brother just a bit hearing something almost like a hiss. Though the boy refused to open his eyes, he had become tense guessing this was enough.
"It's going to be ok. I love you," Hisashi whispers softly to remind him that he does love him. Hisashi is sure he does even if everyone says he is wrong. Even if he knows it isn't normal he truly genuinely loves his little brother. Savoring the moment even as his little brother seemed to shrink.
It was progress and it was something. So he will accept this for today, he has things he needs to do...
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How the hell can a small group of nobodies somehow cause such a disaster!? It had been great progress with his little brother then this shit happens. As apparently somehow during negotiations someone got bugged as there is no possible explanation for these little incident otherwise.
It's the only damn explanation for how these bastards found their weapons cache, bases and now these nobodies had THEIR artillery now. All for One made sure everyone that had been at the negotiations was put through the damn wringer. As someone clearly had a mouth or was foolish.
"Can't believe this," All for One sneers more to himself as while they can easily recover if news spread it would cause more harm than good. Thankfully it seems they were able to find one of the bastard's little camps in turn.
"Are you alright, Master?" Machia, his bodyguard, spoke with concern. He wasn't exactly known for intelligence tending to follow whoever was the strongest which was All for One. Spared to serve him though he isn't the one that said to call him master he certainly doesn't mind it.
His eyes narrow at Machia making him shut up as he looks away. Seeming to get that he is just meant to stand there and not speak.
"I know I have men but I think I'll pay a visit to this 'bait' myself," he sneers knowing they likely think he wouldn't waste his time. Still able to see that man's eyes burrowing into his own as says.
And you don't scare me.
"Oh, I haven't been trying to be scary. I think it's time to do so," It did also mean for Yoichi's safety he will need to stay away from Yoichi. As likely meant they were watching but he has been taking good care of his brother. He should be able to survive for a bit without him since kept consistent.
Yet in the back of his mind, there was some doubt wondering if this in itself wasn't a mistake. To neglect his brother just to make a point toward these rebels even if knows he will be alright what if-
No. You're All for One and you won't let them treat you as a fool and live in fear.
He sneers as he grabs his coat off it rack with his head held high already cooking up a few ideas of how to have some 'fun' destroying these insects. The government hasn't exactly been standing by passively so likely the rebels caused enough stir for them as well. It's time for some strategic 'terrorism'.
"Hopefully won't take too long," he fixes his coat as he gives his smug grin toward Machia. "Lets see how much chaos we can bring."
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While he can't go into the heart of the government, he has befriended enough 'escorts' in the red districts to find the right policymakers. He bathed the streets in blood as he personally stepped into the fights and got the information needed.
As expected the rebels scattered like roaches the moment caught a whiff of him much to All for One's annoyance for all the prattling on not being scared it was clear Gearshift was avoiding direct confrontation. He was practically dragging out this little game of theirs but at the least, he had some fun destroying some tanks the government had procured.
Standing over the remains of a tank he savors the sound of metal underneath as he reaches down to rip the top of the tank off. Of course, as expected the men inside tried to shoot him but they missed. Stepping behind them with grace and poise. He pulls the pin on a grenade he been holding and tosses it inside with delight before jumping off.
Listening to the screams as they tried to frantically throw it out, only to fail as the tank explodes from the inside. At the least, it seemed he was able to weed out quite a bit of government forces. There were a few 'quirked' individuals much to his surprise but he just took their powers, they didn't need them anyway.
"Still surprised the government thought they could be slick about this," he notes guessing he should be glad the rebels agitated him. Since was able to expand his connections to learn of this little militia. It will be a pity when they have to be killed off guessing having a foil has its use.
"Maybe I should expand outside of Japan," he muses to himself only to just barely avoid a gunshot. Feeling it hit his coat clearly the man was a terrible shot but his coat is a casualty and he might have ended up using his fire breath to burn the assailant.
"Damn, I liked this coat." he sneers knowing he just cursed like Yoichi did but he didn't expect this. As he picks up his coat only to pause noticing something was off about his coat. He never gave much thought this coat was iconic, it was his favorite so wore it everywhere but there was a strange bump in the back near where the gunshot pierced.
It's slow to register what he was he was seeing so small it could have just been debris. A moment, a few minutes as he slowly pulled it closer to his vision there was something blending in perfectly. So small barely noticeable to anyone as he reaches for it he realizes it was something metal as grabs the offending object.
He yanks it off and in that moment he realizes the mistake he had made. Memories of the Second moving in so close he could feel his breath.
The device in his hand was a tracker the very thing that would spell disaster and explain how they seemed to avoid him so easily and how they seemed to know where they were. He was the one they bugged... But that also meant-
"FUCK!"
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Shit shit shit! I'm an idiot, an absolute fool I should have known better! He's a sitting duck and I hadn't even bothered to check up on him for so long!
These thoughts ran through the mind of the so-called demon lord. The man who had left his brother to rot in a cell was realizing what he had done only in this moment. Abandoning everything he was doing. He didn't give a crap right now only telling Machia to return to HQ.
Because if they had been tracking him that also meant they figured out where he was and he was incredibly vulnerable.
"Please be alright," all his bravado. His arrogance, his pride, they were all thrown to the wind as he realized what was meant to protect his brother could end up being his tomb. One he would have no one to blame but himself for because he was the one that left him trapped with no way to escape. Left alone for so long out of stupid arrogance that Yoichi would be alright.
Arriving at the hide out he could see the damage done to the doors and security wondering if they even knew what was in here. Well, of course, they likely knew as it was clear they came with a clear intention. Rushing down the hall only to see the door to the vault was busted open. Images of his brother's corpse being left there rushed into his mind, the image of that man Gearshift standing over a dead body.
Knowing that even if that rebel leader dies for it the damage he would cause All for One would be immense. For the first time in his life, Hisashi was praying to any god that his brother was alive despite the fact there was an open door...
And there is nothing inside as he steps in.
No dead bodies, no blood, just an empty room with rotted food that littered the floor of the entrance. Slowly he enters the room and there is nothing.
"Yoichi are you in here!?" he shouts wondering if somehow he was hiding as he looks around tossing the bed and bookshelves searching for Yoichi. Thrashing and destroying everything but there was nothing. "Fuck fuck FUCK!"
His hands slam against the floor as he lets out a loud cry of frustration wondering why he had been so stupid. Cursing his heart out to the heavens as he had thought for even a moment maybe he could be happy. So close, so very close now all that will result is his brothers death, torture or his brother turning against him.
All because he couldn't have even imagined the bastard would have the guts to bug him. Gearshift relied on his arrogance and idiocy to be able to plant such a thing.
All because he couldn't have allowed himself to imagine such a failure. This stupid facade, his brother was right he had been playing pretend.
He takes off this damn coat and throws it onto the floor with hatred knowing his little brother was in the hands of men who could use him. Or instead, torture him for information his little brother didn't even have. It wasn't his men but his own damned self that had led the group to the vault.
He burns the damn thing in this vault the whole place was a mistake. He was a fool but he won't make this mistake again. His vision was blurred with tears as he held his chest as the fire burned through that damned attire. A symbol of how idiotic and foolish he was in treating this whole thing as a game.
Knowing his brother was out there and the chance they might be forced against each other wasn't impossible. Taking a sharp breath he stares intently as the fire slowly engulfs the vault. Despite the possibility of his brother's death, he doesn't feel despair just an unending rage at himself and them. If isn't left dead now there was a chance.
"I'll find you. I'll fix this mistake," he promised as he stared intently at the growing flames that covered the bookshelf and mattress. Letting it brush close as the smoke burns his lungs in a way to make him feel alive.
"Even if I have to bring you back kicking and screaming. I won't rest until I have you back," he sneers as if he was a dragon who just had his tower broken into. Returning to an empty tower after dedicating itself to guarding it for so long. He breathes out the smoke as he leaves the burning vault of precious treasures behind. His red eyes glowed with malice as hatred of the world they lived in grew.
"It's time for us all to stop playing pretend then, little brother," All for One walks out as everything burns, "I won't rest until you are safe in my arms. Even if I have to burn this whole damn country to the ground."
"My precious little brother."
Something broke inside of him that day. The greed and desires held back by some foolish desire to be accepted by his brother were now exposed to the world and soon.
The true birth of All for One will be known.
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Number 9 for the self ship agere ask game! ^^
HEHE THIS IS SO OBSCURE OKAY!! /vpos
Ok so- a long time fav of mine has been Trevor Lefkowitz from CBS Ghosts!
Context ->
The time we spend together is pre-canon! So he hasn't yet ended up as a ghost at woodstone. He's just,,, Trevor! And it's like the 90s!
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As a CG...🫧
He is such a classic dad I SWEAR TO YOU omg..I can't do anything without being called a silly little name !!
And he loves showing me how strong he is all the time (usually fails) by picking me up an trying to toss me on furniture or something. Like, pa, we are physically the same height. That is not happening.
Does not know things..in the kitchen. He's lucky I always always am able to make myself food otherwise I would be living off nothing but cereal and apple slices. (I'm being mean he actually does make some banger stuff but... I wouldn't consider most of it real food)
Big on PDA (save me) we cannot be together anywhere ever. Because he's either grabbing my hands or putting his hands on my shoulders or back or MY HEAD???? I can't style my hair because he'll mess it back up over the course of the day!!
I will say....I enjoy..........the kissies....
BED TIMES ARE SUPREEEEEMEEEEEEEE!!!!! He'll let me lay on him while he reads stories or tells me about his own life (it gets wild) and he makes sure to keep his tone nice and low and even and HFSNSFJ he's so warm?? Like a human space heater?? - and if I'm being a little menace about going to sleep we make my plushies fight in a boxing match...if mine wins I get an extra 5 minutes before he leaves >:]] stonks...
I call him "dad", "pa" or "daddy" ! He's one of the only people actually allowed to refer to me by feminine terms. He's such a girl dad how could I not let him princess me tbh?? "Princess" is one nickname he likes for me but it's so many all over the place,, some of them just turn into a complete jumble. "Kitty" "kittycat" "kittygirl" "prettykitty" (idk why he likes calling me kitty I am quite literally a dog therian?????) But also stuff "squirt" "goober" "tiger" !! I'm still waiting for him to come up with his own trademark obscure dad nickname...time will tell.....
As a regressor....🧃
-> This is usually set during his college years!
He...is....tired..he comes to my room wholly unannounced at ungodly hours of the night, usually after some big frat party. Things depend on what went down there - some nights I can barely get him undressed before he just crashes in my bed.
Small. Sometimes not,, but usually. He's pretty insecure of how much support he actually needs sometimes - wants to be independent and big but it's just not gonna happen. Especially when he's overtired I need to be a bit sneaky with helping, otherwise we risk some tears. I'd place him at maybe 3-5?? Just in that space where a kiddo wants to try being a little person for the first time.
He really likes super heroes! Spiderman is his favorite. Anything Spiderman themed he's gonna absolutely beg me for. Doesn't matter if it's clothes, toys, comics....etc. we're busting out the puppy eyes. And he is GOOD at the puppy eyes. The amount of money I've dropped on him is unholy!
Cuddly. It doesn't matter if he's my pa, my boyfriend or my little bug...he needs to be touching me at all times. He'll take any excuse too - like crossing the street - I don't even have to ask for his hand, it just magically appears in mine! We're in proximity of a couch? We're on it. Actually, no. I'm on the couch, he's on me!
Very cute nicknames. For such a big little dude - he's called such soft things. "Bunny" "puppy" "dove" "babydoll" "angel"...I gear toward those when he's younger (which is most of the time) but when he's in an older headspace I straight up just call him "dude" or variations of "little man" HEHEH
Puppy regressor!! Black lab specifically! His favorite things are head scratchies and fetch! I'm not kidding with fetch. He'll bring me any random objects and try to get me to throw them. I've had to take flip flops out of his mouth. - One thing he does when pup regressed is just chill at my feet and I love it. He's so content to just quietly stick to my side while I work on stuff or relax. I actually got a dog bed to put under my desk for that exact reason!
That's all I'm gonna put in this post for now!! Cause I don't wanna make it too too long PFF--
I'm so bummed about the images being BROKEN but I can always edit my posts when they're fixed >:[[[
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