#my only issue is her voice acting she sounds like a minor character in the pokemon anime (derogatory)

[loz-the-noob]

Ace Attorney needs to stop having such well-written characters, actually.

#I was soooo sure I’d be safe with Athena because I thought she’d be a nice generic ace attorney weirdgirl #but then #But THEN #ugh. Her goofy ass smile. Ugh. It grows on you #also the languages. And her uncontrollable urge to Run like a Puppy #I can feel the brainworms starting already (start of case 3) and we haven’t even got into the Trauma yet #my only issue is her voice acting she sounds like a minor character in the pokemon anime (derogatory) #loz rambles #ace attorney #athena cykes

[sadhours]

just the two (okay maybe four) of us - part five

billy hargrove x steve harrington x original f!characters

co-written by @buckysgrace 🩷

contents; 18+ minors dni, f/f smut this chapter hehe, billy and steve start to bond

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“Gina,” Kim felt herself whining as she pressed her cheek against the other side of the door, “Let me in please.” She’s pouting, knowing that she was in the wrong. In her defense, she didn’t think that it would be an issue sleeping with Tommy. Gina had said that she was fully happy being with Steve.

“No,” Gina’s voice rings out from the room, “Go away.” She snaps in return. Kim feels her lips curling down into a frown, hating how hurt Gina sounded. She really didn’t want to upset her friend like this.

“I’m sorry,” She says at last, sniffling as she wipes at her nose, “I didn’t think that I would hurt you. If I’d known that I was, I would've never done it.” She promises the other girl, wishing that she could see her face. She needed some reassurance. She jumps suddenly, looking towards her right as she realizes Steve has just walked out from their apartment.

A minute or two passes and Kim still lingers at the door, feeling quite awful as she hopes that Gina will appear. She playfully claws at the door before she realizes Gina isn’t coming out at all. She quickly rushes back to her room.

“Where are you going?” She questions, looking at the way Billy is sliding his shoes on. He pauses for a moment before he’s adjusting his laces.

“Gonna show Steve the gym I work out at,” He says briefly. She crosses her arms as she watches him, feeling a pout form on her lips. He sighs deeply as he stands up, “Come here.” He walks past her and she follows hot on his trail as he heads back towards Gina’s room.

“What are you doing?” She asks confused and intrigued as she lingers behind him. He glances towards her, a look of irritation in his eyes. She felt a bashful smile forming, knowing that he hated conflict like this.

“Getting the two of you to stop moping,” He says quickly as his fist connects with the door, “Kiss or fuck or do whatever you have to do. Just stop bitching.” He says with annoyance laced in his tone.

“I don’t bitch.” Kim protested, furrowing her eyebrows together as she thought about it for a moment. She didn’t think she did anyways.

“Gina,” Billy knocks obnoxiously loud and long the whole time speaks, “Open the fucking door or I will.” He says, sounding more agitated than Kim had heard in a while. She moves in closer to him, trying to hear if Gina is moving over the sound of his fist connecting to the wood.

“Fuck you!” Is the only response from Gina. Billy stops knocking, making Kim assume that he’d given up as well. It isn’t until he’s turning and his shoulder is smacking against Gina’s door that she realizes what’s happening. She felt her eyes widening as she reached out, trying to grab Billy but it’s no use. The door is plopping open by the second time his shoulder is connecting with it.

“What the hell?” Gina rushes forward, looking at Billy in disbelief, “Are you crazy?” She asks, looking quite frazzled.

“You two are making me feel that way,” He says, sounding just as irritated as Gina. He wraps his fingers around Kim’s shoulders, giving her a few light pushes until she’s standing inside of Gina’s room, “Now makeup so I can stop hanging out with your dweeb of a boyfriend.” He says gruffly as he’s turning away.

“You are so insane, Billy! You can’t just fucking break down my door and act like it’s no big deal!” Gina calls after him, “What the hell is a matter with you?”

Billy rolls his eyes, “It’s a fucking door.” He slams the front one on his way out, Steve must already be in the car. Gina doesn’t really care where he’s at, honestly, too focused on what Billy’s done and the way Kim’s looking at her.

Kim stares forward at Gina’s shorter figure. She tries to take a step forward but Gina steps backwards just as quickly. Kim inhales deeply through her nostrils.

“Please,” She’s speaking softly, sure that she looks just as pitiful as she sounds, “I just want to talk.”

“Your psycho boyfriend just broke my fucking door!” Gina exclaims, motioning to the splintered wood. “He’s gonna replace it!”

Kim sighs, “He will. He’ll fix it. Can we please just talk?”

Gina sits on her bed, still fuming, “Well. Talk, then!” She has a really hard time with anger. Can’t exactly bring her voice down to a reasonable volume when she’s upset. It’s probably genetic, Tommy and her father are also like that.

The redhead fumbles with her fingers as she steps closer, “I’m so sorry. I crossed a line.”

“My brother, Kim! You know how hard I tried to keep him away from you our entire friendship? It’s disgusting. I’ve been so fucking sick to my stomach since it’s happened,” she complains. “Like if it was Steve… I can’t imagine I wouldn’t be included then though.”

“Oh my god,” Kim giggles, “Was Billy right?”

“Huh?” Gina raises an eyebrow, “What did Billy say?”

Kim scoots closer to Gina, pushing her hair over her shoulder, “Billy says you’re probably just jealous of Tommy.”

“I…” Gina swallows hard, now that she’s been caught. “Maybe.”

Kim twirls Gina’s hair between her fingers, “If I eat you out will you forgive me?”

Gina giggles, her thighs heating up at the suggestion, “Let’s find out.”

“Yeah?” Kim bites her lip, scooting closer to Gina and smoothing her hands up her thighs. “Lay back.”

The brunette girl obeys, laying back on her pillows. She watches with dark eyes as Kim pulls her leggings and underwear down. Gina’s already soaking with anticipation, spreading her legs for Kim. She kisses against Gina’s thighs, looking up at her with mischievous eyes.

“Kimmy,” Gina whines, biting hard on her lip.

Kim wastes no time, grabbing onto Gina’s thigh as she gets her mouth on her cunt. A gasp falls from Gina’s lips, staring down at the redhead with lustful eyes. It takes everything in Kim to keep from rubbing up against the mattress, but she reminds herself that this is all about Gina. She flicks her tongue across Gina’s folds slowly before she’s darting it against her pretty clit.

Gina’s pretty moans fill the room as Kim flicks and dances her tongue across her pussy. Her fingers grip around Gina’s thighs, pulling her far apart as she begins to suck on her clit. She muffles her own moans in Gina’s pussy as she feels like it’s been far too long since she’s had her.

“Fuck,” Gina moves her hands down to grip Kim’s hair, tugging on it softly as she grinds her hips up against Kim’s mouth. Kim moans as she moans her tongue down further as she begins to swirl it against Gina’s entrance. She slowly pokes her tongue forward, licking away Gina’s slick as she burrows her tongue inside of Gina’s cunt, “Oh my god!”

Kim moves one hand up over Gina’s up to press down on her clit while she continues to lick and prod at Gina’s hole. Gina is whimpering underneath her, squirming as her grips tightens in Kim’s hair. Kim moves roughly, keeping the same urgency as she feels Gina coming undone underneath her.

“Yes, yes,” Gina is wiggling again, her hips pressing up harder as she cries out, “Fuck!” Kim licks at her cunt rapidly, trying to clean Gina’s cunt up as quickly as she can. Gina whimpers, her body still arched as she begins to relax underneath her.

“Mhm,” Kim giggles as she sits up on her knees, watching the way Gina’s chest is rising and falling, “Tastes good.��� She teases Gina as she slowly rolls her over. Gina looks back, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Kim only grins, knowing that she wasn’t quite finished with her.

“They’ll be back soon,” Gina looked a little alarmed, glancing towards her door that no longer fully shuts, “Kim, I can’t.” Kim leans forward, her hips pressing up against Gina’s spread legs. Gina whimpers, her eyes full of want.

“I told Billy to give us some time,” She reassures Gina as she reaches between her legs to rub at her clit, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of us.” She giggles softly as she settles back down, letting her fingers travel to press against Gina’s wet hole.

She pushes one in first, slowly curling it and pumping it into Gina’s already wet cunt. Kim feels a moan forming on her lips, wondering how Steve ever lasted when Gina was so tight. She allows Gina to adjust, to relax around Kim before she’s pumping in a second finger, then a third.

“Feel good?” She giggles out softly, her teeth grazing against Gina’s neck as she’s sure she already knows the answer. Gina whimpers, grinding her hips back further as Kim curls the three fingers deeper inside of her.

“Uh huh,” Gina moans out, her legs quivering and Kim is sure that she’s pressing up against her bundle of nerves. She presses her lips against her shoulder, then down her back as she remembers that she can’t leave marks on Gina this time, “So good, Kimmy.” She spits out harshly.

Kim reaches another hand down to rub at Gina’s clit, the same way Billy does to her when he’s fucking her in this position. Gina mewls louder, grinding her hips back in awe. Kim feels a whimper forming on her lips, wishing that her strap on wasn’t so far away.

“You look so hot,” Kim moans as she pumps her fingers in deeper, enjoying the way Gina’s cunt is squeezing around her. She grips a hold of Gina’s hair, yanking her back so she can enjoy the way her features are contorted in pleasure. She slowly parts Gina’s lips, wondering if this is how Billy feels when he treats her in the same manner, “You little whore.” She giggles out, feeling like the change in roles was nice.

“Yeah, yeah,” Gina is staring up at her desperately, her lips pressed together like she really wants Kim to kiss her. Kim grins, knowing that Gina would have to be the one to beg for it as she’s spitting onto Gina’s closed lips. Gina moans as she desperately licks it away from her mouth, her eyes looking even darker if possible, “More, more.” She sighs out in bliss as Kim drops her head.

Kim grins again, scooting back enough so she can watch the way Gina’s cunt engulfs her fingers. She presses into her harder, hitting that spot deeply as Gina quivers around her. Kim presses down on Gina’s hip, pushing her down harder until Gina is crying out.

“Fuck, fuck!” Gina exclaims, her hips stalling as she clamps down on Kim’s fingers. She whimpers as Kim continues to finger her, letting her ride down from her high until there’s nothing left to give, “Oh god.” Gina whimpers, spreading her fingers wide across the mattress.

Kim giggles as she slowly removes them, taking slow motions to lick her fingers clean. She moans around her fingers, feeling her own desire building inside of her chest as her pussy throbs with want. Gina rolls over, her cheeks flushed as she stares up at Kim.

Kim moves, sliding her thigh between Gina’s as she’s straddling her. Gina’s eyes are wide as she brings her fingers onto Kim’s slender waist. Kim can feel her shudder from her orgasm.

“Wanna feel your tongue,” She moans out, shamelessly rutting against Gina’s thigh, “Please, please. I won’t tell. Steve won’t know.” She begs, feeling like her pussy is on fire from how good Gina’s skin feels against her clit. Gina moans as their lips brush together, but they don’t kiss.

“Fuck, Kimmy,” She’s whimpering again as she begins to grind her wet cunt up against Kim’s slender thigh, “Okay, okay get on top.” It doesn’t take much convincing before Kim is scrambling to straddle her face. She has full plans on tasting Gina’s cunt again, knowing it could be a very long time before she does so again.

“So pretty,” She breathes out as she rubs her fingers down Gina’s smooth cunt. She slowly pushes her legs apart, giggling as she takes in the desperate way Gina is rolling her hips forward, “Little whore.” She grins, referencing Billy’s words as she’s dipping her head down and slowly licking at Gina’s cunt again.

Kim fights to hold a moan back in her chest as Gina’s tongue descends upon her own wet folds. She moans loudly, deeply this time as Gina presses down against her clit. It feels good, too good and Kim is grinding her hips down to meet Gina’s eager tongue.

She’s licking at Gina’s swollen clit, kissing and sucking as she hides her own moans in Gina’s pussy. Gina’s fingers grip along Kim’s hips, pulling her down tightly like she’s just as desperate to get a taste. Kim moans louder, letting her tongue search and dive in deeper.

“Fuck,” She whimpers out, feeling her stomach muscles tightening together tightly as Gina slides a finger inside of her. She’s grinding back against her mouth harder, basically riding her face at this point. She feels her toes curling, “Gina, feels so good.” She spits out harshly.

“So tasty,” Gina is giggling this time, her hips moving forward as Kim starts to rapidly grind her fingers down across her clit. Gina’s laughter is broken up by moans and both girls are suddenly grinding up against one another, both chasing their high as they come down at the same time, “Fuck, fuck.” Gina whimpers, her cries coming out strained as she coats Kim’s hands again.

Kim cries out as she rolls her hips down against Gina’s tongue, whining as the pleasure takes her over. She sighs harshly, not ready to move yet as Gina’s tongue continues to attack her. She whimpers, rolling off only when it becomes too much.

She lays next to Gina, admiring how both of their lips are coated in slick. She wonders what it would taste like to be mixed together, but decides she won’t do it unless Gina asks. She bends over, licking at Gina’s pretty nipples instead.

“Mhm,” Kim giggles, watching the way Gina’s fingers wrap around her nipples, “Am I forgiven then?” She pouts her lips out, fully determined to go another round if that’s what it takes.

“I don’t know,” Gina hums softly, wanting to go again. She’s missed it so much, they had so much fun together before she met Steve. The reminder of Steve has Gina sit up abruptly, “Oh, fuck, I just cheated on Steve.”

“He won’t know,” Kim assures her, “And if he did, do you think he’d mind?”

Gina giggles, covering her face, “I think he’d be bummed out he wasn’t involved. Won’t Billy be mad?”

Kim shakes her head, “He said to do whatever we needed to make up.”

“He did say that,” Gina remembers, “I know I was drunk when I like, threw myself and Steve at you guys—“

“You didn’t throw yourself,” Kim interjects.

“Okay, well, I was going to,” Gina sighs, “But like, would you guys be open to that? Do you think Steve’s hot?”

“Oh,” The question takes Kim by surprise. She hadn’t ever gotten around to explaining that Steve was certainly her type. Billy had been the only person that she’d ever been attracted to that had blonde hair and blue eyes, “He’s cute.” She says softly, hoping that her face isn’t burning.

“Just cute?” Gina questions, her brown eyes locking in on Kim. Kim presses her lips together as she thinks about the best way to answer Gina’s question.

“He’s attractive,” Kim says at last, thinking that Steve really is handsome, “You’d just have to warm Billy up to the idea.” She says with a smile, knowing that her and Billy share the same type.

—

“I don’t work out much,” Steve admits, putting his wallet and keys in the locker.

“I can tell,” Billy says, slamming his locker shut.

“I mean… I was like captain of the swim team in high school but I don’t like, lift weights and it’s been a while since I actually worked out,” Steve offers as he follows Billy back out into the gym.

Billy scoffs, heading to the bench press, “You wanna spot me?”

“Uh, I guess,” Steve stands by Billy’s head as he lays back. Steve isn’t sure he could be much help once he sees what Billy’s benching. 200 pounds? Yeah, hopefully Billy doesn’t need spotting. “You think the girls will really make up while we’re out?”

The look on Billy’s face makes Steve feel like he’s missing something. Then again, he’s new to this. Kim and Gina haven’t really fought in the year he’s been around. And if Billy’s been around longer then he must know.

“Yeah, they’ll be all chummy when we get back,” he grunts as he does the first rep.

“If you say so,” Steve shrugs. He watches as Billy powers through fifteen reps. It’s maybe a little weird that his eyes are glued on Billy’s biceps as they flex. Steve doesn’t want to think about it too much. He’s been trying to ignore the way he observes Billy’s body because he knows it’s weird. He’s never seen a man as attractive as Billy though so he’s been banking on that being the reason. All men must look at Billy like this. It’s not gay at all. Just one dude admiring another.

“‘Kay. I’ll spot you,” Billy says as he sits up. Steve looks at him alarmed. He’s embarrassed. He’s gonna have to start with like 50 pounds.

“Uh…”

“You don’t have to bench 200, start small,” Billy blinks at him, his voice is the nicest Steve’s ever heard it. Are they… getting along? Like actually bonding? He smiles awkwardly. “Like 100?” Billy offers, by the weights.

“Let’s do 50,” Steve mumbles, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Billy laughs, “Oh, come on. You can definitely do 100.”

“Yeah, no,” Steve shakes his head, “You said start small.”

“100 is small,” Billy grumbles as he sets the weights for Steve and stands behind to spot him.

His fingers wrap around the barbell and he lifts it up. It’s easy, he thinks Billy was probably right. He could’ve done 100 but he doesn’t say anything. Does fifteen reps like Billy did and then sits up.

“Okay, now what?” Steve asks.

“Move your ass. 200 was my warm up.”

They grab lunch after. At a burger place that Steve points out. They order their food and a couple of beers. It feels… really nice spending time with Billy. Steve’s never had a friend like him. Not sure he can even call them friends. But whatever it is they have going on, Steve likes. Billy is extremely easy going and actually, pretty funny. Not like most frat guys, no. Billy’s actually witty, has Steve doubling over with laughter.

“God, that’s hilarious,” Steve wipes his tears away, looking at the smug look on the blondes face.

“And you doubted me,” Billy smirks, feeling quite proud that Steve was finally starting to warm up to him, “I told you I was funny.” He tells him, feeling a little smug with himself. Steve rolls his big brown eyes. Billy likes them. They’re not quite as dark as Gina’s, but darker than Kim’s. Although, sometimes he has a hard time deciding if Kim’s are more green or brown.

“Yeah, whatever,” Steve shrugs his shoulders, “Should we take something home to the girls?” He asks suddenly, like he feels bad for eating without Gina. Billy studies him for a moment and wonders if he actually has any friends outside of Gina.

“Kim asked me to DoorDash them some tacos,” He gestures towards his phone, watching the relief crossing Steve’s features, “How do you think they made up?” Billy asks, biting his lip in curiosity. He was fully aware of how they made up as Kim had already blown up his phone about it. He didn’t mind, she was honest. That was part of their rules.

“I don’t know,” Steve cocks an eyebrow, looking unsure as he takes another sip of his beer, “Just talked it out I guess.” He shrugs his shoulders, clearly sitting in the dark. Billy cracks a grin as he brings his beer bottle up to his lips. He hadn’t missed how his words had affected Steve the other day, how he could clearly tell that Steve wanted to see something happening between the two girls.

“Yeah, I bet so.” Billy says simply, reminding himself to have a conversation with Kim when he returns home.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #steve harrington x original character #billy hargrove x original female character #billy hargrove x original character #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x original female character #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove fic

[otome-asylum]

Piofiore: Fated Memories Review

Preface: More detailed, character-specific posts are to follow (excluding the Finale and Henri routes), but here are my thoughts about the game over all.

Piofiore: Fated Memories is an Otomate game from Idea Factory, localized by Aksys Games for the Nintendo Switch.

Overall Score: 8/10. I really liked the game in general, romanticized mafia is super fun! I loved the mafia premise and the thrill of illicit activities, haha. The love interests and side characters were excellent, too. The voice acting is fabulous! Two of my favorite VAs voice love interests: Showtaro Morikubo as Gilbert Redford (also voices Souji Okita in Hakuoki and Impey Barbicane in Code Realize) and Ryohei Kimura as Nicola Francesca (voices Kageyuki Shiriashi from Collar x Malice). Even fell in love with the voice acting of a new guy--Nobuhiko Okamoto as Yang (also does a side character's voice in Collar x Malice).

What I was not expecting was the somewhat heavy emphasis on Christianity and religion. That makes it sound a little more intense than I mean, but considering I wasn't expecting it at all, well. It wasn't the way one might expect, but it was enough that it was completely out of left field when I was expecting, you know, mafia. Honestly, had I known it wasn't just straight mafia, I might not have bought the game, but it was easy enough for me to ignore most of the time. There were some very--I mean very--minor translation issues, mainly typos, but it was good overall.

Heroine: 6/10. To start with, my opinion of the Heroine varied depending on the route. She was my favorite in Gilbert's route, and I liked her enough in Yang's, but she was kind of pitiful in the other three (not including the Finale/Henri endings; admittedly, I didn't read the Finale). Frankly, I found myself annoyed at her most of the time. It's annoying when a character that's meant to represent the reader, as a general rule, does, says, and thinks things that I never would. She has decent points at least once in most of the routes, but especially in the beginning of each route, she's so naive it makes me want to throw up. There are in-game reasons for why this is, so I understand it, but I still dislike it.

By the end of each route, she comes to terms with the fact that she's fallen in love with an incredibly dangerous man and gets over the fact that she's inadvertently complicit in organized crime, but the road to this acceptance long and annoying. At the end of it all, she's still a bleeding heart. Not that I really thought that would change, but still. Progress.

I'm just bored to death of many otome MCs' main (and often only) strength being strength of will and/or character. Mental and emotional toughness are good, but could the MC also be useful and have more interesting qualities? Just once, I'd love to play a badass MC, who's a bit hardened, not a bleeding heart, and isn't shocked by the sight of blood... Yeesh...

Narrative: As it typical of these console games, the plot caries slightly from route to route, though there is an overarching plot. Without giving too much away, MC is Special™, and that comes out/is relevant in only 3/6 routes. All of the routes were well written, though I didn't find all of them that interesting. The overarching plot bored me to tears. I just wasn't into it. In a world of what I assumed was just your standard period mafia piece, there was a lot of weird mysticism and Christian mythology. There's not magic or anything like that, but there are sacred relics that can only be retrieved from their super secret locations with specific "ingredients," if you will. MC has one of those ingredients, and in a game where it really advertises the mafia (that's literal the entire pitch of the game, there's no mention of anything else on the game case), it feels very out of place.

I can tell they were trying to do something different with the mafia premise, and I commend the writers for that, but I think it fell a little flat. I found myself enjoying the routes where there was more of those organized crime attributes--smuggling, drug and arms dealing, counterfeiting, etc.--most, while the routes that heavily focused on MC's specialness were a slog to get through. Of course, this is my own personal opinion, so others may feel very differently. Despite that, I truly enjoyed the game and can't wait to play the sequel!

Love Interests: I adore these characters, period. They're all very unique and interesting, even if a few weren't my type. There are technically six love interests: Nicola Francesca, Dante Falzone, Yang, Gilbert Redford, Orlok, and Henri. Gilbert is locked until you completed Nicola, Yang, Dante, and Orlok's routes, and the Finale/Henri is locked until you complete Gil's. You don't get a feel for who Henri is at all until you play the Finale route, so I personally didn't care for him. I had no vested interest in him, so full disclosure, I mostly skipped his route...

The other characters were wonderfully varied, so I think there's a personality type to suit nearly everyone. I can honestly say that, although not all of them are for me, I can pick out a quality I like in all of them. Dante is the kuudere of the guys; Gilbert is gallant and chivalrous; Yang is selfish and craves violence (in the best way, though); Nicola is a flirt; and Orlok is the quiet, shy one. Henri is mysterious, though not in an interesting way for me, personally.

Game Mechanics: The "Status" page is difficult to understand, especially when you first start playing and have no idea what you're looking at. I had to look up how to interpret the status of the character. The more colorful the flower on the status page is, the higher the affection, and the clearer the page (in this case, how much blood spatter is visible) is related to the tolerance level. So, full-color flower and no blood spatters are very good.

I also don't love the Meanwhile side stories. While you're plaything through every story, periodically you'll get a pop-up that is sometimes automatic, sometimes optional, that takes you to a different perspective--something that's going on at the same time as the main story. I like the idea in theory, but it sometimes felt like they came at inopportune times and broke the story flow.

Music & Art Style: The music is jaunty and fun, very 1920s jazz, screams mafia, too. If that makes sense. If you decide to play it, you'll see what I mean. The art style is beautiful! It looks very similar to, if not outright the same as, Hakuoki: Tales of the Shinsengumi/Kyoto Winds/Edo Blossoms. Since that's the game that started my love affair with these types of games, I love that it looks so similar. The CGs are gorgeous and worth collecting all of them, so 100-percenting the game is worth it. Some of them get pretty hot, too, like aaahhhhh. So 10/10 on the art!

#Piofiore: Fated Memories #otome games #otomate #aksys games #idea factory #english otome #review #dating sims #romance #visual romance

[nemesis-the-first]

Pantheon: a review

I finished watching Pantheon. I have mixed feelings about it. Some of it made me laugh (evil Steve Jobs as the villain, knock-off Motoko Kusanagi and other Ghost in the Shell references). Some of it had issues.

I'll start with the good. The premise is that people can be permanently uploaded into a virtual space. An uploaded person is called a UI (Uploaded Intelligence). They are vulnerable to the same things as any data is; they can be deleted, they can be attacked by viruses, they need beefy data centers, etc. But also, they have digital superpowers to be anywhere a network can reach and hack anything and everything. It was all developed by big tech companies hoping to enslave their best employees into UIs so they can keep working forever, and quickly extends to militaries using UI operatives. The whole thing has intense "don't invent the torment nexus" vibes.

The main characters are teenagers who speed-run a series of well-known moral dilemmas and philosophical conundrums. For example, is a UI still human? If a single UI is to have control over the rest with god-like powers, how do you choose the right one? How do you balance the rights of UIs and embodied humans? And there is also geopolitics, corporate scheming, and people with their own agendas.

The show totally nailed techbro idol worship (Evil Steve Jobs) and software tech culture in general. What transpires in the show seems like Elon Musk's wet dream of "extending the reach of human consciousness" or whatever, in a fantasy world where his employees actually like him and he is a uniquely talented engineer instead of an idiot, and of course in the scenario where he wins instead of those meddling kids.

Most of the core cast are programmers, with a quant thrown in the mix as well. There are two humanities/arts characters featured as spouses. Despite having diversity in ethnic backgrounds, there is almost no diversity of life experience. Nearly everyone is in a tech social circle. I am not saying this as a criticism, as it makes sense for the story.

Now for the things I didn't like.

The animation felt lifeless and I struggled to watch with my full attention. I mostly watched it while doing chores or sewing. It was easy to follow even while doing other things. I've seen plenty of Japanese anime where they take lots of animation shortcuts and everyone looks lively, so I don't know what went wrong here.

The voice acting was good for the main cast, but many of the side and minor characters were terrible. They sounded like actors doing voices for a kids show. We had Israeli characters with French accents, siblings with wildly different accents, random foreign accents. Like what was going on??? Was it the same four actors doing every side character's voice like in Skyrim?? Did they just guess what accent they should use without looking it up?

There were also numerous stereotypes that felt totally out of place in a modern show. There was the unpopular overweight girl who did everyone's homework for money and was always shown eating. The mother of the main character was extremely bitchy in season 1 and felt like every bitchy TV mother I've seen before. In Norway, everyone only eats salmon??

Out of the characters, I liked Caspian, MIST, Lori, and David, and maybe Chanda, but I found most of the others unlikeable or inconsistent. Maddie and Ellen both undergo jarring changes of behaviour that make little sense in the story's context, such as being very open-minded and then suddenly not, and vice-versa. Waxman was kind of a piece of shit with a friendly face. Maybe I'm missing something, but Pope's motivation in season 2 was totally unexplained and made no sense at all.

Letting go of the human form is a feature of being a UI and this is emphasized numerous times throughout the show, yet most UIs seem to choose human or humanoid forms. Lori was one of the few who regularly ditched her human form unless she was interacting with humans. The fight scenes could've been way more interesting, but mostly they were just blasting each other with fake plasma projectiles or whatever.

Finally (and I know I shouldn't do this), let's take a look at the feasibility of uploading people en masse. The techbros claim that uploading everyone and maintaining them as digital beings is easier on the environment than having billions of embodied humans. It's shown early in the show that a UI needs a massive data center to run at full capacity. We know what it takes to increase computing power: energy, minerals, rare earths, etc. Crypto mining uses insane amounts of energy, and LLMs and other AI tools use tons of energy as well. On the other hand, it's totally in line with the techbro mentality that infinitely energy-efficient hardware and clean energy will magically solve everything so they can profit forever. They simply do not understand the laws of thermodynamics.

Another thing that bothered me was that the UIs were not decentralised. It's possible to pinpoint their location on a network, which makes no sense if they are based in physical data centers.

The show is definitely worth watching if you are into cyberpunk and near-future sci-fi. It's based on short stories by Ken Liu, who has won Hugo and Nebula awards. I'm very curious to read them now and compare with the show.

Overall, the concept and plot were super interesting. The areas it fell down on are probably not deal-breakers for most viewers, though I really wish they would've done better on the stereotypes.

#pantheon #pantheon show #review

[mourningstarrz]

The Second Son

Summary: After the death of Richie Kirsch, his family begins to formulate a plan of revenge. But what about the younger, forgetten, second born son?

words: 1.6k

TAGS/WARNINGS: canon violence, referenced major character death (eh Richie's not a major character but still), minor character death, mentioned blood, referenced vomiting, murder, ethan has daddy issues and now mommy issues WOO, manipulation, angst, implied abuse, neglect, emotional / psychological abuse, can you tell i’m from ao3…

a/n: i’m really proud of this and added little things bc my autistic brain thought they’d be cool

INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY !!

“Don’t you hear yourself Wayne?! You’re fucking crazy!”

“I’m crazy for wanting to make the girl pay for what she did?! Taking away our boy like that?!”

“Richie was a murderer, Wayne!”

“So you defend her?”

Ethan turned his music up. His headphones muffling every other sound. The wall between his room and his parents argument too thin for his liking. Though the music acted like an escape, his scattered thoughts seemed to be so much more louder. Contrasting the emptiness of the room that once belonged to Richie.

All this for a son that flew too close to the sun? A son that was too in his head to realize not everything would bend to his will? Ethan’s fingertips lightly scratched at the desk - the thought of Richie in his head like the plague. He scoffed at first, but the furrow in his eyebrows smoothened. That was his brother. He should feel the pain that comes with losing a family member. An older brother specifically. But he just can’t find it in himself.

He lightly slams his fist against the desk. Standing up and taking a last look in Richie’s room. Richie really took a liking for slasher films to another level…

As he walked out, he was met with the eyes of his father. A dark glaze over them. Ethan turned down the volume in his headphones and shuffled them off.

“Ethan…you know…what Richie meant to us. Right?” Bailey huffed, a hand landing on Ethan’s shoulder, slightly gripping it. “How much his murder has brought pain to our family?”

Ethan cleared his throat, nodding. “Are you- are you okay, dad?” His fathers demeanor intimidated him, more than usual. 

He gestured for Ethan to follow him, leading him to Quinn’s room. Softly knocking before marching in. “Ethan, sit down with your sister”

As he sat down next to Quinn, he noticed her red eyes and smudged eyeliner. Looking back up to his father. “What’s going on?”

“You two are all I have left to trust…your bitch of a mother not feeling an ounce of the pain we feel.” Towering over the two, Bailey looked between them. “I say…we join together. As a family.” He lifted his hand and made a fist, “And avenge my son...”

“What’s your plan?” Quinn quickly spoke up.

Bailey smiled at them, “you know what they say…an eye for an eye…”

Ethan’s fingernail digged into his own arm, keeping a straight face. “A tooth for a tooth…” he finished.

“Exactly.” he pointed toward Ethan.

“So…you want to- ”

“Kill Sam.” Quinn finished. Fists curling up at her sides. 

Nodding, a sinister smile spread against Bailey’s face. “Now is the time to say, whether your with us…or against your brother.”

Quick to stand, Quinn frowned in determination. “It’s what he would’ve wanted.”

His sister and father now looked down at Ethan expectantly. He slowly stood up and nodded, a knot forming in his stomach. “For Richie.” He sealed in his decision, voice barely above a whisper. His eyes met his fathers cold and dark gaze, a chill going down his spine.

“Good” a sinister smile played at his lips. “We’ll talk more about it in the morning. But for Ethan, I have a special plan just for you.” 

Ethan nodded and followed his father out of Quinn’s room and to his own. The pit in his stomach growing with each step. The walk agonizingly slow. Feeling like an eternity. Ethan already had a sinking feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever he had planned.

Bailey opened the door and walked in, “come, sit. Son.” he gestured toward Ethan’s bed. The name caught him off guard. He never heard his father call him son before. Hesitating, Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, his father sitting next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You know…how much Richie meant to all of us…” Ethan’s heart sank, biting back his tongue. Bailey’s grip on his shoulder tightened a little, “long story short is…that I need you to kill your mother.”

Ethan’s eyes widened “What?!” he shoved his fathers hand away from his shoulders.

“It’s what she deserves!” Bailey yelled before taking a deep breath, “she believes that Richie did wrong. If she’s alive, she acts like a barrier for our plan.”

Tears filled Ethan, lip beginning to tremble. Bailey sighed and placed both hands on each of Ethan’s shoulders again, turning Ethan towards him. “I wanted to give you this step in the plan. As my second son,” Ethan felt a punch to his heart, tensing up as Bailey continued, “you need to step up into Richie’s place. You need to take your mother’s life”

Shaking his head, he furiously blinked. “I- I can’t. Dad- I can’t- ”

“You will. And you must.” His father’s grip on his shoulders tightened. “You’re the only son I have left. Carry Richie’s legacy.”

Ethan sat there, breath trembling while his thoughts scattered. Yearning to know what it was like to have his fathers approval. His love. Standing on the pedestal that Richie once stood in. Which also meant following in his dark path. A path he didn’t come back from.

“Please, Ethan. I need you to do this” Bailey’s voice taunted. Hand reaching and grabbing the boy’s chin, forcing Ethan to look at him. “C’mon, just say yes.”

“Okay…” He croaked, his hand reaching for his fathers wrist but stopping midway. “I’ll do it. I’ll…” Ethan’s voice caught in his throat. Not believing what he is to do now. The grip his father had on Ethan’s chin softening, his hand retreating to his lap.

Bailey offered a small smile, patting Ethan on the back and standing up. “Atta boy. Now,” he took out his phone to check the time. Looking back at Ethan’s figure, eyes looking straight ahead, face void of expression. “I want this done before midnight. Alright?”

Left alone with his thoughts, he sighed as soon as the door to his room closes. The walls seeming to close in on him. A ticking bomb playing in his head. A silent tear falling from his face as he lays down on his bed.

-

As the night falls, hearing his father and Quinn leave the house, dread seeps into Ethan’s veins. Agony lacing muscle holding the knife his father gave him. The same one Richie held before his demise.

Walking to his parents room almost felt like deja vu. Almost. Except this time, instead of holding a stuffed animal to wake his mom up from a nightmare a thunderstorm caused, Ethan carried a knife as he used the shadows the thunderstorm created to hide himself.

Reaching the room, lightning struck. Ethan stood beside the door, knowing his father left it open just for him. His heartbeat loud in his ears as he peeked through. Seeing his mothers sleeping figure on the bed. A thought flashing through his head; what if he didn’t do it? Surely his father would have a “word” with him when he’d see his mom alive and sleeping in the bed.

He looked at the clock opposite to the wall where the bed laid. Eleven o’five. Ethan crouched and creeped up to his mothers sleeping figure. Admiring her features. Seeing her calmness in her sleep. The way her lips softly rested on her face, resembling his. Ethan quickly noticed just how much the two had in common. Their lips, their hair…the lightning illuminating her features every now and then.

Fingers gripping the knife, he raised it high. Breathing quickening. Heart pounding. Ethan’s head began hurting as if he were being stabbed. 

“I’m sorry mom…” he whispered.

Plunging the knifer, he grabbed a nearby pillow to place over her face when her eyes flew open. Holding the pillow with one hand to her face as her body flailed. He used his free hand to continue his fathers plan, sobs poking through. Wanting her cries and pain to end quick.

Her screams mellowed out, and body flatlined. Seconds after, Ethan threw the knife across the room. Taking the pillow off his mom. Her once lively color drained. Eyes closed and lips stained in red. Laying solemnly.

“Mom…I’m so sorry mom…” Ethan cried, his head falling to her shoulder. Staining her blue shirt with his tears. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he chanted. Over and over again. Hands closing into fists and opening. He lifted his head, seeing her face facing the wall. Through broken sobs and gasps, Ethan carefully moved her head to face him. Grabbing the arm closest to him and forming her hand to cup his face. Making her thumb caress his cheekbone.

“I didn’t- didn’t wa-a-nt you to see-ee me…” Keeping one of his hands to hers on his face, he used his right one to push back the hairs on hers. “Please…for-forgive me…momma?…” his heart strings pulled. The pain in his chest spreading all over his body. Ethan laid his head against the bed, muffling his cries as he held her lifeless hand with the two of his.

“Momma…please…momma, I’m sorry.” 

The exhaustion catching up to him, Ethan stayed kneeled next to his dead mom’s bed. Tears slowing. Sobs quieting. His mind tried to process what he had just done. Longing for the comfort his mom would provide. The direction she’d give him.

Kneeled on the floor, he didn’t know how to continue. Lost on how to navigate his situation. Ethan’s thoughts stuck with his actions, replaying them over and over. Stomach churning and bile forming in his throat. With wobbly legs, he began to stand up to rush to the bathroom until his chest collided with his fathers.

“You did it.” Bailey flatly said. Ethan could only solemnly nod, his shaking hands delicately reaching up for Bailey in search of comfort. Only for Bailey to move past him to his moms body. “Come on, help me clean this up.”

Swallowing the acid, Ethan still faced the opposite direction. His fists clenching. “Yes dad…” he whispered. Void of the light he once held.

-

a/n: HIIII REBLONGS APPRECIATED !! this will be cross posted on my ao3 which is summertimewrites :)

if you noticed any patters and stuff it was probably 100% purposeful. ANY WUESTIONS PLEASE ASK anyways hope y’all liked it :)

#ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry as ghostface #jack champion #horror #lucifer writes #ghostface

[nattosushi]

Baldur's Gate 3 Original Character: Laila Izacke

Basic background

Name: Laila Mariya Izacke

Race: Human

Age: 24

Profession: bard

Religious affiliation: Loviatar

Alignment: neutral evil

Explanation of her name

Laila- I wanted to give her a dark themed first name and I settled on Layla due to it meaning ‘night’. I want the name to have a meaning without it being over the top, so I am not going to call her something like Nightshade. I don’t like the spelling of Layla, which is why I settled on Laila, as I feel that this is the version that is pronounced in a very similar way. It is only after I settled on her name that I realised how similar it sounds to Isela. This then give me the idea that they are really two sides of a same coin. I created them as a possible OC for Baldur’s Gate 3, and they are both bards. However, one is of an evil alignment (due to very selfish) while the other is a much nicer person (Isela will probably be neutral good, the direct opposite).

Mariya- I wanted to somehow have her middle name include Tav but the only other option seems to be Gustava and I just do not like the name. As a result, I choose Mariya as a tribute to Mariya Anastasova, who sang parts of Raphael’s final act.

Izacke- one of the things that I do with my OCs is that I often let their last name be a tribute to the voice actor of their pairing. So in this case, her last name is a variation of Jason Isaccs’ last name. I choose this version because it sounds more fantasy like.

Additional notes

Technically, she is not really a bard, but just someone who plays an instrument and sing. She is not an adventurer and in some version, she will not even travel with the group (ie.not even Tav). She was raised as a rather pampered noble girl who is expected to make a good marriage, as well as being a good hostess for an influential husband. She plays the mandolin because I still want her to sing and even though piano would be suitable, the lack of portability is too problematic. Since Isela already plays the harp, the lute or mandolin is the only alternative. For some reason, I like the idea of mandolin more.

I want her to worship a deity with an evil alignment that is not Bane. Loviatar feels suitable as she is hedonistic to the aspect of doing wild and dangerous things due to knowing that her status and family protects her. Loviatar is also suitable since she is said to be Bane’s consort and Laila might be involved with Gortash. She is possibly drawn to Loviatar because her life is free from any severe problems, so in a twisted way, she would enjoy the experience of such pain.

I spent quite some time debating between lawful evil and neutral evil, especially since Gortash is lawful evil. She is definitely not hedonistic to the stage of enjoying chaos, but I don’t feel that she has much respect for law either. Rather than seeing them as necessary, she regard them as something that is simply there.

I have had OCs that I worked with in regard to all three of the evil alignments, but Laila is the first that is actually being evil and cruel due to simply having a selfish nature. My other three OCs, if they had the chance, would have been able to live fairly peacefully, with their evil on a more minor scale. In addition, all three of them had undergone some sort of suffering to result in a ‘it’s me or them’ attitude. But Laila grew up without any major issues and she simply does not want to be kind due to being entitled.

Biography

Laila is the second daughter (in addition to an elder sister, she would at least have one elder brother above her), which means that not only is she not the heir, she won’t be the first daughter to secure an alliance via marriage. Her family is very wealthy and influential, as well as having been in the nobility for quite some time. Even though her family can be unscrupulous, they are an affectionate family. While her father does intend to engaged her to someone who can bring him advantages, he would not have made her marry someone she hates.

Laila would have had a typical noblewoman’s education, where she was expected to be a good wife and hostess. She probably has an especially extensive knowledge in music due to her affinity for it. Prior to the game, she would be engaged.

Version 1: Laila’s father decided to have her marry Gortash since he would be rather wealthy and influential. In addition, it would have been more acceptable to marry a second daughter to him. Laila would be attracted to Gortash and what happen to them would depend on which Dark Urge I use.

Version 2: this is a cliché but I like the idea of how an evil character can be semi-reformed. This is going beyond the evil’s exception, because she will be nicer. In this version, she is engaged to Wyll, but does not like him at all. Either due to being forced to travel with him due to being ‘Tav’ or just due to meeting up with him and somehow communicating with him, she would end up loving him and become a slightly nicer person. While she is still not that great a person, she is nicer due to wanting to make Wyll happy.

The illustration

I choose red and black because those colours seem to be associated with Loviatar and Bane. Since I already have two Baldur’s Gate OC that are brunettes, and two that are red heads, I decided that she can have black hair. She is wearing multiple rings to represent a possible version of her post BG3 fate, where she will marry multiple times as a way to gain power and entertain herself. I especially put ‘smirk’ in as a keyword, because I want to show her as rather cocky.

#ai image #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate 3 #oc fanfiction #fanfic

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

a young Heroes guide to an alternate dimension

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IE8v7KT by the_rat_king_hehe Kamala could smell the searing of her own back and she struggled to keep her hands large enough to keep her friends safe. Then the burning pain turned into a ripping one and it was as if she was being taken apart and put back together, she felt like she was dying, Only then did her body shrink to its normal size and the last thing she remembered before passing out from shock was voices yelling and the sound of the wind. or Shortly after joining The Avengers Ms. Marvel, Spider-Man and Nova find themselves thrown into a different universe after a patrol gone wrong and need to find a way back home Is it possible? or will they stay and make room for themselves in the City full of bats? Words: 659, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), Marvel 616, Ms. Marvel (Comics), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Comicverse), Nova (Marvel Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Kamala Khan, Miles Morales, Sam Alexander, Batman, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Relationships: Kamala Khan & Duke Thomas, Miles Morales & Duke Thomas, Sam Alexander & Duke Thomas, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Kamala Khan, Sam Alexander & Kamala Khan & Miles Morales Additional Tags: Crack Crossover, these kids need a hug, Light Angst, Maybe Romance, Batfamily (DCU), Miles Morales Needs a Hug, Fangirl Kamala Khan, Kamala Khan Needs a Hug, Protective Kamala Khan, POV Kamala Khan, POV Miles Morales, POV Sam Alexander (Marvel), Gotham City is Terrible, Miles Morales Has Fangs, Miles Morales Acts Like a Spider, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, My First Work in This Fandom, This Is STUPID, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Protective Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Has Issues, Crime Alley (DCU), Fanfiction Writer Kamala Khan, Sweet Miles Morales, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Poor Life Choices, Sam Alexander misses home, the helmet does work in a dif universe, need to read the nova comics, Hurt/Comfort, Good Sibling Dick Grayson read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IE8v7KT

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

[moonofiron]

I have been thinking about Gintoki since quite a while and the conclusion I have reached is that the goofier a man, the more intimate he can get.

Here's something I've never tried before. It starts with my perception of Gintoki's kinks and collapses into a narrative about how a particular kink will play out when he's with his female SO.

(I think what I have done here is called an "HC" but I am not sure. All HCs I've read are in bullet points and this is... not in bullet points. So idk... I'm just out here tryna get this fucking concept OFF MY CHEST.)

Anime: Gintama

Characters: Sakata Gintoki x whoever you imagine his female SO to be!

Genre: Smut, explicit sexual content, kinks 🥵

Rating: M

Synopsis: Gintoki melts at the sight of her in a plain white t-shirt and panties

Word Count: 2,386

Minors, click here.

I think, above all, Gintoki has a MASSIVE kink for going bareback. But it manifests itself a little differently for him. Internally, he absolutely refuses to cum anywhere else. But he's also super conscious of his partner's needs and will cum anywhere his babe wants him to. It delights him that she's so eager. Even though it leaves him feeling a little unsatisfied, it's not a big deal because he feels so strongly for her. He does love cumming deep in the back of his partner's throat because it feels so similar to what he thinks it would feel like cumming inside her.

It's a tricky kink to work with because under his lazy-bum facade, he actually has a super strong sense of responsibility. This is also why he refuses to have casual sex with just anyone. He's the kind who has a deeply intimate, committed, and long-term relationship with his partner.

His "kink" is a completely unsaid thing though. He will never explicitly talk about it. He loves dirty talk (anything goes, really) but this is one thing he will not say out loud. So, essentially, his partner will never hear him say stuff like "let daddy fill you up/I'm gonna cum inside you/ Daddy's gonna fill up that tight, pretty cunt".

No, he's not shy. Nor is he a prude. He's just a sucker for the quietness around the act of him filling up his partner. He digs the submission of a woman just taking him in fully, without making it into a "kink" or reducing the act to something they both occasionally get off on. He wants his woman to treat it as routine, ordinary, and natural. Almost like aftercare. Nobody says out loud that they want to be taken care of after a rough fuck. It's expected and unsaid. The unsaid but sure nature of filling up his partner is what makes it unbearably initmate for him.

He absolutely can not control the pleasure of being nestled inside her in his most tender, vulnerable, yet powerful moments. He breaks and lights up at the same damn time. His focus is sharp and only on the way her body reacts, not the words they share. He stares intently and deeply into her eyes when he cums inside her, making her flinch at the intensity he is capable of. It is in these moments she fully grasps what he means when he says he owns her.

If his partner does mention him cumming inside her, (eg: I want you to cum inside me/ fill me up Daddy) he will grind his teeth and cover her mouth instantly and harshly, maybe put a couple of fingers in her mouth so she can't speak. If he says something, it'll be along the lines of, "Just shut up and take it," as he thrusts harder and deeper.

He will twitch inside his partner, grow slightly bigger, and cum sooner than usual. Subtle but controlled cues like his grip on her hair getting harder will let her know that this is actually something he really digs.

The first few times his partner and he get down and dirty, he will do anything to please her and in turn, himself. He'll lazily make her sit on his face in the mornings, finger her a lot (anywhere, anytime), make her fool around with toys for him, ask her to rub herself while he stares intently and licks his lips, and let her suck his cock. He'll fuck her when he wants but it'll always be with a condom. He'll let her ride the brains out of him, too. But, always with a condom.

When he absolutely can not take it any longer (say, about 4 months into a relationship), he will break. He will break at the sight of her in plain white panties and a white t-shirt, doing her own thing.

He'll be sitting on his chair, behind the desk. He'll clear his throat to grab her attention. He'll beckon her with his thick finger and she'll think it's going to be their usual fucking and loving. She'll bite her lips and exaggerate the sway in her hips as she walks towards him. The performative nature of the sensual way she walks towards him will make her breathe slightly heavily and the first few baby spots of wetness will bloom in the crotch of her panties.

When she finally reaches him, a smirk will be playing on his lips and his eyes will look sleepy at first. He'll hold her waist lightly and look up at her. She'll look down at him, smiling, a coy finger in her mouth and her other hand on his shoulder.

She'll notice a difference in the way he handles her. She'll notice that he's looking at her with such greed that it's making her falter. She'll sense something is off and ask if everything is ok.

"Hmm," he'll say in a deep voice against her stomach.

He'll slowly turn her around and make her sit on his lap. She'll turn back to look at him wide eyed and smiling shyly. It usually takes a solid 12 minutes of kissing, biting, and frantic touching to get him this hard. She'll still be a little taken aback by Gintoki's seriousness. He's usually goofy and playful or an outright sadistic and sexy beast.

He'll open up his zipper and its cool metal will make her squirm. His warm and fat cock will spring out and she'll feel its sweaty stickiness against her lower back. She'll gasp at and throb for his unusual, unprovoked arousal and quickly reach for his desk-drawer where he stashes all the condoms. She'll take one out and start to open up the wrapper only to have Gintoki take the half-opened condom from her delicate hands in between his teeth and spit it out far into the corner of the room; his hands will never leave her waist.

Her eyes will widen again and she'll start to say something but Gintoki will tilt his head and give her a look that'll make her shiver and shut up. A mix of fear and anticipation will make her stomach drop. She'll be dripping by now and surprised at how less it takes for her to be utterly slick and ready for him.

She'll find it unbearably intimidating to look him in the eye and will turn her head, only the find herself reflected back at her in the mirror next to them. Her nipples will be hard through her t-shirt, her naked legs will be between Gintoki's clothed ones.

Gintoki will use just one of his fingers to slide her white panties to the side and position the tip of his cock at her wetness.

He'll slowly breathe into her ear "I'm going to fuck you raw and deep..."

He'll wait just a moment for her reaction before saying, "or not at all."

He'll put his hand around her chin and make her turn her head to look at him.

“And, you will stay shut about it the entire time, yeah?"

She'll nod her head ever so slightly with parted lips and then bite her lip nervously and unconsciously. She'll have already started moving against the tip of his cock, making it completely slick with her wetness. Her clit will be throbbing in an anticipation she has never felt with Gintoki.

Without another word, he'll thrust himself inside of her in one long and quick motion. A silk moan will escape her mouth; she's never actually felt his warmth inside of her.

He'll fuck her painfully slow; she'll feel his girth stretch her out inch by inch. The sloppy and messy sound of the base of his cock rubbing against her clit after every stroke will be loud and clear in the afternoon quiet; it won't be covered by the usual frantic slapping of his balls against her clit. He'll be holding on to her waist so she doesn't try to move and change the rhythm or speed.

“Do you feel it?”

"Yea.." she'll moan.

“Do you like what you hear?”

“uhum..” is all she'll manage to say. She usually has no issues keeping up with conversations and dirty talk but she'll find it extremely hard to keep up with this particular conversation.

"Let me look at you pinching your nipples."

She'll catch him looking at her in the mirror and will immediately get to work.

"Harder. Don't cheat."

"Yes, sir."

"That's a good girl."

She'll falter at this and her legs will buckle. She'll feel Gintoki's hands hold her as he'll get up from the chair. He'll sit on the floor right in front of the mirror, still buried deep inside of her.

He'll snake his hand around to her clit and rub her agonizingly slowly, all the while fucking her with slow and deep thrusts. His other hand will be on top of her hands cupping her breasts. Her head will be thrown back on his shoulder and her waist and hips will match Gintoki's movements and rhythm. Everytime she'll be about to cum, he'll kiss and nibble at her jaw and stop rubbing her clit, edging her for hours on that day.

They'll eventually stop moving. They'll be panting because they can't take this relentless teasing anymore. He'll pull out and stand up, pick her up in her arms and take her to the futon where he'll lay her on her back. She'll spread herself wide and thrust her hips forward, holding his gaze all the while.

Gintoki will lick his fingers and stroke her swollen clit a few times before he starts to fuck her hard and deep. But, he'll still maintain a slow and steady tempo. The moment she'll start arching her back, he'll pull out and grin at her. Every time he'll pull out, she'll see his cock twitching, aching to be back inside. She'll notice it's equally hard for him to be edging for so long. She'll smirk. Gintoki will narrow his eyes at her. How dare she.

He'll start fucking her again, painfully slow, waiting to strike at the right moment. The moment he feels her back arching again, he'll pull out again. But, this time, instead of grinning at her and waiting for her to stop writhing, he'll slap her clit hard and then immediately rub it hard and fast. She'll go into a frenzy of screams and moans and her entire body will shiver, she will pull him down towards her and wrap her legs around him, his hand still not relenting her clit.

When she'll be completely spent, swollen, and sweating, her hair stuck to her breasts and neck, Gintoki will turn her around. She'll arch her back a bit, just for him. He'll guide his cock in the tight folds of her thighs, straight into her beautiful cunt, and start to fuck her at a slow pace all over again. She'll moan deep into the pillow, her face will be flushed from all the work, and her hands will be trying to reach at the back for his thighs. Gintoki will lie on top of her as he fucks her from behind. The moment she'll feel his weight on her, his sweat on her back, she'll cum around him, gushing, and the noises will get sloppier and louder.

She'll groan his name out loud in the pillow and he'll have turned her to her side by then. He'll put her head on his arm, spooning her. He'll hold her leg up as he'll thrust deep inside of her from behind. He'll hold her chin and turn her face to his to look at her flushed face, her mouth shaped a perfect small o, her eyes closed, eyebrows raised, in a kind of pleasure she's never felt before.

"Open your eyes."

She'll fling open her eyes and find him looking at her with an expression that makes her weak in her knees. She'll buck and jerk as she'll feel him finally going slightly faster with harder and shorter strokes. She'll feel him twitching inside her and she'll clench tighter around him, never breaking from his electrifying gaze that tells her he owns her completely.

A wild guttural sound she's never heard will escape Gintoki's throat. He'll moan her name hard as she'll feel his warmth spreading inside of her in bursts. She'll move to kiss his petal like lips, only to be thrusted once again with such force that her eyes will widen with the suddeness of it. He'll ease out of her slowly, in short thursts, and once he's fully out, he'll lift her leg higher to get a better view of her cunt, messy and slick with his cum dripping out. He'll throb, and be unable to control himself, and give her one last deep and hard thrust again. She'll make a high-pitched squeak at the suddeness again.

He'll stay inside her for a while, throbbing still. He'll be too spent to move but he'll kiss her face and feel her sweaty body with his firm hands fervently.

They'll both fall asleep, exhausted, in each other's arms.

Gintoki will wake up before her. It'll be dinner time. She'll wake up to him by her side in a towel, wet and fresh from his bath. He'll be wiping her legs and thighs with a warm and wet cloth, and smiling while he watches her wake up. She'll start to say something but he'll cut her off and say, "Dinner's ready, doll." He'll kiss her jaw and then her forehead and leave the room.

She'll sit up in bed, her entire body will be aching. She'll notice a packet on the corner of the bed. She'll pick it up and see that it has a morning-after pill, a pregnancy test, and a follow-up appointment with her usual gynaecologist. She'll blush a deep a red when she sees a glass of water by her bed-side.

"When the fuck did he become so...un-lazy? Where has he been hiding this side of him?!" She'll say out loud in disbelief.

//

Afterthougts:

In the first few months, Gintoki will make a conscious effort to get accustomed to his partner's menstruation cycle. He'll make sure he knows the days she's least fertile so he can minimize the risk of her getting knocked up. If that's not intimate and hella caring idk what the fuck is.

#sakata gintoki #gintoki smut #fanfiction #fanfic #gintama #gintoki x tsukuyo #gintoki x reader #gintoki x otae #headcannons #het fic #intimacy #gintama headcanons #fanfica

[jaskicr]

let’s talk about fandom racism

i have seen so many people say that they don’t like yennefer, or they don’t vibe with her, or she isn’t compelling, or she is irrelevant to their fics/art/creations...

yes. everyone is allowed to like and dislike characters. everyone is allowed to have their preferences. and i’m not disputing that. but when people brush yennefer off, justifying it some of the reasons above or other reasons they come up with, i question whether there’s something rather dodgy behind this, especially when those very same people really, really stan white male characters (geralt, jaskier, the wolves etc)

some people are going to come at me, ‘why are you making everything about race??!??’ or accuse me of calling them racist, when they aren’t racist, how dare i say stuff like that. but it’s interesting, isn’t it? the way fans justify their dislike or their dismissal of female characters of colour with excuses like they’re not ‘compelling’ or they’re ‘problematic’ - when their fave white dudes are arguably just as bland and problematic, but those fans continue stanning their faves anyway.

it’s important, i think, for many fans to take a step back and evaluate their preferences. ‘fandom is for fun,’ you might say. ‘why do i need a reason to like a certain character? can’t i just like them because i do!’

you can! what i want people to evaluate, though, is how their preferences have been shaped by unconscious bias. unconscious bias is created as people grow up, shaped by people around them, shaped by the structure of society - and in society, white-dominated ones in particular, racism is embedded deep within, and it influences the way many people perceive and treat media, the way they interact within fandoms.

that is what i want people to examine and evaluate. you might reject it - because no one wants to be told that they’re racist, that they have unconscious prejudices that they don’t even notice. everyone wants to think that they’re open-minded, that they’re inclusive, that they are completely accepting of every minority group ever - when in fact, the way they’ve been brought up, the way society has influenced them, has created biases within them that shapes their preferences and perception.

i’m not saying people are being intentionally malicious and sidelining characters of colour like yennefer on purpose. i’m saying that there are unconscious prejudices that influence their views in a way that they likely aren’t aware of, leading to them dismissing characters of colour, or demonising them, or magnifying the flaws that a character of colour has while excusing a white character (usually a white man) for similar flaws. 

this can very clearly be seen in how so many fandoms have white male characters as the most popular amongst fans, with many white mlm ships being the centre of those fandoms. meanwhile, people of colour, whether or not they have a compelling or interesting story arc, are relegated to the side, either ignored or used as a facilitator to help the two white men get together, or acting as a side character who has no life outside their connection to the white man.

sound familiar, fandoms?

i’m not telling you that you have to like characters of colour. i’m not saying that if you don’t like yennefer, you’re racist. i can’t make you like them, and it would be wrong of me to make you. but i am imploring that you examine and evaluate your preferences, and see if you have any unconscious prejudices and biases that you might not have noticed before, and become aware of them and how your prejudices might affect the way you treat others, the way you engage with fandom content.

then maybe - maybe, poc like me won’t feel so unwelcome in fandom. we all recognise that representation is important, and the fact that characters of colour are so often pushed aside in fandom tells us that you want to push people like us aside. it tells us that, because of your internal biases, you prefer white men over us, and for me? it makes me feel unwelcome, sometimes, the way i see characters like yennefer and triss and fringilla ignored or dismissed in favour of geralt and jaskier and the wolves.

and i get that people have preferences! i too enjoy writing and reading about geralt and jaskier. but sometimes i bring up yennefer or triss or fringilla and i simply get talked over - this really doesn’t make me feel welcome, and though i can’t speak for every poc in this fandom, i can imagine that at least a few of us feel the same way. 

geraskier is still one of my favourite ships, but i’ve noticed that i tend to gravitate towards white mlm ships, and i wonder - what does that say about me and my internalised prejudices? what can i do to improve and evaluate myself?

not liking yennefer or other characters of colour doesn’t automatically make you racist. you don’t have to like them in order to not be racist. i’m merely asking that you be conscientious of your preferences, and be mindful of how you engage with fandom especially regarding characters of colour. 

consider whether you hold characters of colour to a different standard than a white character - if a character of colour were white, would you dismiss them in the same way? would you demonise them for their flaws? 

consider how you write and interpret characters of colour. do you fall into harmful stereotypes? do you use characters of colour to uplift white characters, and do characters of colour only have significance in relation to white characters?

consider how you treat fans of colour. do you listen to us when we express our concerns, or do you talk over us and try to speak for us, rather than amplifying our voices? consider your white privilege, because there are parts of fandom that impact on real life. 

there is so much more i want to talk about, so much more i could talk about in this post (going into women of colour specifically), but the post would become far, far too long, and i’ve answered quite a few asks regarding this issue, so do check them out if you’re interested in knowing more about my take on different issues regarding fandom racism. 

(and here’s an ask where i link several posts about fandom racism in the witcher fandom, and in fandom in general)

feel free to send me asks or dm me about this! this is just my take on things and i’m speaking from my limited experience, so i might not be the best equipped to talk about this. i’m open to discussion, i’m still learning and developing my views on this, so please do talk to me if you find an issue with what i’m talking about or want clarification on anything<3

#fandom racism #racism #the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer #okay to reblog

[artaxerxesthegreat]

This chapter talks about unprotected sex, mentions ‘Roofie’, kidnapping and assault. If you don’t want to see any of this please DO NOT READ THIS. I don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable or getting triggered. It also has someone answering the phone while driving, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!

A/N: Everyone in this story is 18+, if minors are mentioned they aren’t getting in any weird, sick, twisted situations with adults. I also use female pronouns for the reader and the reader may be a bit OC. I would also prefer that minors DO NOT interact with this at all. Thank you.

Warnings: Dream based, Actors mixed with characters, College AU!, Mixed universes, Raffey Cassidy stands in as Sprite, Swearing, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, mild violence (?), implied sexual content, mentions of bullying, college strife, MCU/X-Men/Spider-Man/Actors mashed in one universe, self- doubt, insecurities, depression, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family issues, mentions of disabilities, )… I’ll probably be adding more warnings as the story goes on. (Please let me know if I’ve missed something too.)

Playing with Fire: Part 5

Part 5

Placing my phone on the nightstand I feel the weight of sleep pulling at me, before my head hits the pillow again I’m already asleep.

——-

“So how did working with Barry go?” A voice sounds far away, but I’m too caught up in my mind to hear it. “Y/N?”

“Hmm? Oh, Kitty, hey what’s up?”

“Are you okay? You look… lost?” She places a hand on my shoulder.

“Ehhh, I’m alright, just lost in my thoughts… It's nothing bad, don’t worry. What was your question?”

“Your project? With Barry, how’d it go?”

“Barry? Oh! Bar- right ha! It- it was fine. We passed with flying colors.” I say smiling a bit too happily.

“Really? How’d you get him to work with you?” Skeptically Kitty looks at me not buying my story.

“We decided to stop acting childish and focus on getting a good grade. Plus I made the assignment fun.”

“Ahhhh thought so… lol.”

I roll my eyes at her but smile. The project was one of the most fun ones I’ve ever done, I wasn’t expecting it to go so well but Druig proved to be a great partner- even gave his own ideas on how to present it to the class. What I didn’t see coming was him offering to make it a musical; Hadestown.

….3 Weeks ago….

“Dude, Hadestown is already a thing, we can’t use it, but nice try.” I look up from my notebook, which I’ve been filing with doodles and ideas for the play. I feel Druig place his chin on my left arm pouting that I’ve shot down his idea.

“Oh, come on Dote, how many people do you think actually know what Hadestown is in that class? Pretty sure Picard doesn’t know.”

He lifts his head from my arm before I can shake him off, but I wasn’t going to- not something I normally do, but he’s different. So how.

“Picard? You mean Professor X?”

Druig nods his head typing something on his phone.

“Why did you call him ‘Picard’?” Leaning back at my chair I try to picture the two men in my head.

“You don't see it?”

I squint my eyes at him, shaking my head, turning his phone to me. I see a picture of a man who looks almost exactly like our Professor, the only major difference is that Picard is standing, and much younger… but still old? Weird.

“Woooooow, the resemblance is uncanny, do you think he knows?” I hold his phone zooming in on the man's face.

“No idea, I haven’t asked yet, but I’m 98.4687% sure this man is Professor X.”

“98.46- really? Either way I don’t think the Professor was an actor.” I pass him his phone, not convinced our teach was an actor. I mean Mr. Kingo is but that’s different.

“I don’t know, Captain Picard is known for his immense love of Shakespeare.” Druig says in a singsong voice. “What’s the harm in asking?”

“If you want to ask him you can. You don’t need my permission.”

“I wasn’t askin’. Just imformin’.”

“InforminG. ING. There’s a ‘g’ in ‘I-n-g’.”

“Whatever.” He shoves me in the seat and I catch myself by grabbing onto his arm. Pulling myself back up I shove him back, and it turns into a weird game of ‘trying-to-get-the-other-person-to-fall’; our laughter fills the study room and a few students look at us through the glass door. Some are smiling while others are clearly annoyed.

“Okay, okay, shhh shhhh. We’re in a library.” I try to laugh quietly grabbing Druig’s hands in mine. Clearly not done fooling around he gets his hands free and tries to tickle me. “No, no no no no no nononononoooOOO!!!! Druig! Stop it! Stop it now!”

“DrUiG sToP iT! StOp It NoW!” He mocks.

“Oh! You!” I gasp out glaring at him. “You!”

“That’s the best you got, Dote?” He continues to try and tickle me effectively getting closer to me, our faces are close and my breathing shallows. He smiles unbothered by our proximity- or maybe he just hasn’t noticed. The latter seems to be the case, as his smiling face becomes almost solemn as he looks at me. Neither of us say anything, we just stare at each other, searching for something. His eyes fall to my lips and that’s when my voice returns.

“PROJECT.” His eyes snap back to mine at my outburst. Still searching my face for… something… he moves back slightly smirking and turning back to his phone.

“Since you don’t like musicals, what ideas do you have?” He says never taking his eyes off of his phone. Bringing myself back I turn to my notebook and point to my idea.

“And it’s not that I don’t like musicals I just don’t think that-“

“Modern day?” He cuts me off peering at my notebook.

“Uh, yeah.” I bite my lip trying to mask my hurt. I know this is only the second time we meet, but it just seemed different. I can’t explain it but I woke up feeling… Feeling, daring. I wanted to do something out of the ordinary today, and it didn’t matter what it was or who it was with… As long as it wasn’t illegal or anything. That being said, I just wasn’t ready to be another number in Druig’s body count. I may be feeling reckless, but I’m not stupid, my morals are still in play.

“So I’ll be Hades as a modern man?”

“No. I’ll be Hades and you’re going to be Persephone.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused, just remember to practice Persphone’s lines.” I say closing my notebook packing my things.

‘I’m not playing Persephone.” He sits up straight faced, completely serious.

“Oh relax you’ll be a great Persephone. It’s something they won't expect and it shows that men can be victims too.”

He looks at me skeptically and I get the feeling that he isn't convinced.

“I know men can be victims, but why do I have to be Persephone?”

“Do you have a reason not to be her?” A beat of silence passes as he narrows his eyes at me. “I take it that your silence means you’ll be playing Persephone?”

“Yeah alright, whatever.” He sighs, “In the original telling of the story Hades forces himself on Persephone; how do you propose we go about that?”

“Flowers!”

“Flowers?”

“Flowers~!”

“…You’ve lost me.”

“Think about it, she was picking flowers, minding her own business, when Hades comes along and takes advantage of her, and in the process destroys her flowers. We could say that the flowers represent her purity and innocence.”

“Alright, I’m going to be picking flowers and you’ll be doing what?”

“I don’t know, staring at you from a distance?” I shrug clearly out of ideas.

Druig shifts in his seat thinking of how we could present Hades to the class. “According to the Greeks, Hades was one of the more calm gods, and yet he ravished Persephone. What?”

“What?”

“You cringed when I said ‘ravished’. See! You did it again.” He points at my face smirking, as I smack his hand away.

“It’s such a weird word, but continue please.”

“I don't think we should follow the play as it is, especially if we’re presenting it to our peers.”

“What do you mean?”

“In the play Persephone is seen almost like a child, so much so that she’s more concerned about her flowers than she is about herself, no college woman is going to act like that- none that I’ve met anyway.”

“So what do you suggest?”

“Let’s say they meet at a college party; You being Hades seems the most beautiful, gorgeous, sexy man you’ve ever seen across the room. The God of Spring. Me!” He spreads his arms out wide smiling, waiting for me to say something; biting my tongue I opt to wait for him to finish. “So as you know- or maybe you don’t, I’ve never seen you at any parties- slipping things into people's cups is a big issue.”

“Oh my god, you’ve witnessed this?!”

“No. But that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened, we could imply that the Goddess of the Underworld-“

“Roofied Persephone.” We say at the same time. I sit staring at him thinking about his idea; to be fair it is an issue, and to bring it out in the open would be good, but at the same time I don’t know if we should.

“You hate it.” He states plainly.

“No, no. I’m just thinking, it’s not an easy topic, Druig.”

“That’s the point!”

I’m stunned into silence by how strongly he feels about this and I can’t help but feel that there’s more to this than he lets on.

“Okay, if you think we should then we will. Just wear Spring colors or something.”

His face is blank as he looks deep into my eyes trying to see if I’m messing with him or not. Satisfied that I’ve agreed with him he nods his head and we sit in silence for a bit before my phone dings. Picking it up I see that Loki texted me.

….Present Day….

“So why do you look so sad?”

“What? I said I was fine, I’m not sad. Just… Conflicted. That’s all.”

Kitty fixes me with a look and I know she doesn’t believe me- hell I wouldn’t even believe me. I start to think about the text Loki sent me. If only he hadn’t asked me to go with him, that incident never would’ve happened, and I wouldn’t feel like shit.

“Dammit Loki!” I hiss through gritted teeth.

“What did he do?” Kitty leans towards me concerned, “If I have to kill him I will!”

“No, no, he didn’t do anything wrong per se.”

“Explain.”

“I- I had…” I hang my head in embarrassment, “Sex.”

When I don’t hear anything from Kitty I look up and she’s staring at me trying to process what I just said, before I can say anything her face changes between shock, happiness, confusion and then anger.

“Please tell me it wasn’t with Loki.” She glares at me hard.

“No, not Loki!” I wave my hands frantically in front of me.

“Oh thank god! Ooo girl you scared me. Well, if not him then who?” She lets out a gasp before grabbing my shoulders pulling me close to her she whispers, “Was it Barry?”

“No.” I say straight faced.

“Then who? I’m so confused now. How many people do you know? Was it Pietro?”

“No, you don’t know him.”

“OH MY GOD! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!?!?” I close my eyes at her outburst and wait for her to calm down.

“Can you not be so loud, I’d prefer if the whole campus didn’t know about my life.”

“Sorry, well what’s his name? How’d you meet him?”

Memories of 3 weeks ago rush back to my mind again.

“Damn you Loki.”

….3 Weeks ago….

LOKI✨🐍

“Time to cash in that favor, Bast.”

Rolling my eyes I put down my phone dreading whatever craziness Loki’s cooked up this time.

“What is it?”

“Nothing just Loki making good on the deal we made.”

Druig lets out a hum chuckling as he begins texting someone on his phone. “What do you think he’ll make you do?”

“I have no idea, with Loki you can be sure to know that it’ll either get you in trouble or expelled.”

“Not necessarily, it just depends on how good you are at not getting caught.”

“Well that sounds like you two have done a lot of stuff.”

“Of course!” He turns winking at me, I roll my eyes but my stomach flutters, which is not making me happy. Why is this happening to me? Why him?

“I hope it’s nothing crazy! I don’t have the energy for crazy.” I put my head in my hands and the door to our study room it flung open as Loki comes in less than pleased.

“I texted you and you didn’t respond!”

“Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhh!” I groan out, head still in my hands.

“Don’t ‘uuuggghhh’ me!” He sits in the chair in front of us and proceeds to poke my head.

“What Loki? What do you want me to do?” I quickly sit up glaring at him.

“What makes you think I want you to do anything my dear.” He smirks slightly sitting back in his chair. I fix him a glare and he laughs nodding his head. “Alright, fair enough my lovely Bast. I need you to accompany me to a small little get together.”

“Like… a date?”

“If you want to call it that, then yes, a date.”

“Ummm, okay?”

“Don’t sound so excited Y/N.” He deadpans, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know this is your safest bet; trust me you don’t want to know what I was going to originally ask of you.”

“Mmm. Alright, guess I’ll be your plus one then?”

“Good, it's nothing fancy, just casual.”

“Awe Y/N has a date. They grow up so fast.” Druig chimes looking at us grinning.

“Oh please, this isn’t her first rodeo.” Loki says, waving his hand dismissively as he stands up ready to leave. “You should’ve seen her in high school.”

“OKAY! So when is this?” I try steering the conversation elsewhere.

“In the Psychology building, tonight at 6. Don’t be late.” He walks out the door leaving Druig and myself in an awkward silence. Awkward for me, not him.

“Sooooooo, what was Y/N like in high school?” He asks with a sly smile on his face.

“Nothing, if you were meant to know then you would have. Good day Druig.” I swiftly gather my belongings and hasten out the door.

“Good day?” Druig laughs jogging up to me. “Who even says that anymore?”

“Can you not?”

“No, I can’t.” He smiles walking close so my shoulder bumps his arm, I let out a frustrated sigh. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I need to go get ready for a date apparently.”

“It’s just Loki, and it’s 4 o’clock you’ve got time. Hang out with me.”

My speed walking slows to a stop as I take in his words.

“Hang out? With you? You and me? Together?”

“Yes.” He chuckles, taking my bag from my shoulder and putting it on his, grabbing my hand, he leads me to the lobby, I swallow thickly as I realize some students are looking at us and many of them are not pleased. The many being girls who seem to think I shouldn’t be with Druig- well, technically Barry, I don’t think anyone knows his real name, except for a handful of people. They may never get to know the Irish blued eyed babe that is Druig.

“Wait what?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Growing steadily uncomfortable with all the unwanted attention I pull my hand out of his grasp, he looks at me confused as I hold my hand out for my backpack. His hand tightens on the strap of my backpack that’s still slung on his shoulder, he glances around meeting the eyes of those who were staring, fixing them a special kind of glare making them flinch and look away.

“Because of them? Fuck ‘em.”

“I’d rather not, not my style. Unlike someone.” I mumble the last part but he hears it clear as day, his face is blank but there’s a storm raging in his eyes. I may not know him well, but I know I crossed a line, but I know I’m also right. “Can I have my bag please?”

Without saying a word he hands me my bag and lets it go before I can get a good grip on it. Thankfully I grab it before it hits the floor, and deciding to ignore his behavior I thank him and walk out of the double doors and to my car. Sitting in my car I begin to debate whether or not I should go back and apologize.

“Maybe I should just text him.” I sigh, taking out my phone, glancing up I spot him and another girl walking out of the library together. I quickly see that she was one of the girls that was giving me dirty looks; shaking my head I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch her basically trying to become a second skin on him, and he’s just laughing and going along with it. Clenching my jaw I throw my phone on the passenger seat making it bounce to the floor. “Asshole!”

Pulling out of the parking lot I go to my dorm to get ready for Loki’s date.

Stepping out of my suite bathroom I look at my clothing options.

“I don’t feel like wearing a dress or skirt, guess it’s jeans then.” Picking up some light washed jeans I look through my blouses. “Well, he did say it wasn’t fancy, maybe I can wear a t-shirt and call it a day? You know what? Screw it, I’m gonna look cute tonight, because I can!”

Grabbing my cutest blouse I fix up my eyebrows, and hair and put on some chapstick.

“I need this more than lipstick right now. Why didn’t I drink more water today?”

Picking up a cardigan I look at myself in my roommates floor length mirror,

“Oh yeah~, she cute… I mean she’s always cute, but NOW! She’s cute-cute.”

Turning off the light I walk to my car and drive to the Psychology building and spot Loki sporting a deep green blazer with gold trim, a white dress shirt with a gold chain, and black slacks and the shiniest black dress shoes I’ve ever seen.

“What the fuck Loki? What happened to ‘not being fancy’?” I stomp over to him not feeling so cute anymore.

“What, this? This isn’t fancy.” He holds his arm out for me, smiling he adds, “You look lovely.”

“Yeah whatever.” I loop my arm with his as he walks us in the building.

“I am being completely serious Y/N. You look wonderful, 100% like you, I’m only dressed like this because I’m on the committee and we need to ‘show up’ a bit more than everyone else.” He sends me a wink and we enter the room. “Would you like a drink? We have many different options to choose from. You can try varying juices from Jamaica all the way to Cuba; and if juice isn’t your thing you can always walk to England and have a spot of tea.”

“What is this?” I laugh out taking in the different smells of food and the outfits the people were wearing at their tables. We walk past the tables and I spot a few foods I know I’m going to try later, I see a few girls dressed in traditional Huipil, Saris, and Kimonos and others wearing their traditional garbs that I don’t know the name of. But the one that caught my eye, was the man wearing a green and blue kilt with red and white design on it; he was very familiar but I couldn’t see his face, since he was talking on the phone facing away from us.

Loki’s voice pulls my attention back, “This is our ‘Cultural Exchange Program’. Every semester the Psychology department brings all our different cultures together to help to educate those who think America is the only country in the world-”

“Not one comma Loki, not a one.” He ignores my comment and continues.

“-not only that but it provides those of us who are missing home, to bring home here. Here, have some tea, it’s Earl Grey and hot.”

“Thank you kind sir.” I take a sip of tea and Loki brings me chair, kissing my cheek, he walks to the door greeting the students coming in. Sure enough everyone else is dressed casually and comfortably- not to brag, but Loki was right, compared to everyone else, I look lovely. Finishing up my tea I began perusing the different literature on the tables closest to me, and slowly made my way around the room. There were about 20 different countries on display, each with about 3-4 tables holding a variety of foods, drinks, games, history and clothing that you can buy; by the time Loki found his way back to my side I was one table away from Scotland.

“There you are, Bast. It’s been about an hour. Enjoying everything thus far?”

“Yes! This is great, you should’ve told me we could buy clothes! I left my wallet in my room.” I bump his shoulder playfully.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hook you up love.” He winks as we begin walking to Scotland; finally I see the mans face and butterflies stir in my stomach as I recognize that smile.

“A kilt huh? Never thought I’d ever get to see one in real life.” Blue eyes shift from the girl in front of him to me and he does a double take. I tilt my head in recognition to him and he does the same, but not before his eyes sweep over my form, taking in as much as he can- unashamed I might add, and I’m here for it.

“I guess that’s something you can check off your bucket list then.”

“Oh god that ACCENT!”

“I never did get your name.” He puts all his focus on me and the poor girl is left to fend for herself, Loki rolls his eyes and goes to help the girl.

“That’s because I didn’t give it.” I give him a flirtatious smile leaning against the table. “But I’d take yours if you let me.”

“Hmmm, well how ‘bout I give you mine instead?” He leans forward matching my smile. Mild panic fills me unsure if I said that last bit out loud, “I’m Richard, pleasure to meet you…?”

“Oh uh, Y/N.” I shake his hand as I breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly scan for Loki, who has disappeared.

“You alright, love?” Concern is visible in his eyes and I stop myself from swooning at the term of endearment.

“Love huh?” I tease quickly glancing at our hands, it’s obvious that he knows that we’re holding hands now but he doesn’t let go; instead he gently rubs his thumb across my knuckles. I raise a brow, smirking at him, “Oh, you’re just a flirt aren’t you?”

“What’re you talking about?” He feigns ignorance, stepping around the table to stand next to me.

“Uh- huh okay.” I gently pull my hand from him and we stare at each other in a comfortable silence, we must have been staring for too long because someone coughs next to me. Looking at the person, it's another student waiting for help. “You should get back to your job.”

“Yeah.” He says sheepishly, he apologizes to the student who just rolls their eyes at him.

Walking back to England I wait for Loki to show up again; after he helped the girl he disappeared once again, and even with his flashy clothes he couldn’t be seen with the crowd. A lot more students showed up than I had previously thought, as I scan the crowd I hear a familiar laugh.

“Pietro, what’re you doing here?” I walk over to him and his sister Wanda who is there with her boyfriend Vision.

“Hey Y/N, I have to be here.” He rolls his eyes.

“Yes his grade depends on it,” Wanda chimes smiling at me, “We’re here to make sure he actually came.”

“HA! I can’t believe your baby sister has to babysit you still.”

Pietro rolls his eyes at me groaning, but he knows I’m right. I begin to walk around with them; somewhere along the way I link arms with Pietro and we all make our way to Scotland. When Richard sees me he smiles brightly, but once he takes in the sight of Pietro and I his smile falters. Vision asks him a question pulling his attention and I feel uneasy, I mean I’m single I don’t have to feel uncomfortable by his stare, but it felt like I was cheating on him. And that doesn’t make any sense since I only just found out what his name was 20 minutes ago. Letting go of Pietro’sa arm I step away from him trying to be inconspicuous, which I failed at because Pietro gives me a questioning look; I give him a quick smile and he looks at Richard and then me: a devilish grin spreads on his face as he puts two and two together. Grabbing my arm he pushes me closer to Richard and whispers something to Wanda, who glances at me.

“Oh geez.” I rub my forehead trying to ignore the twins.

“Viz, come on, I saw something in Columbia that I wanted to buy.” Wanda tugs at Vision’s arm, confused he try’s to tell her that he’s asking questions about Scotland, but Wanda wins out and the three of them walk into the crowd to Columbia.

Richard and I share a look, I open my mouth to say something but he turns his head away before anything can be said; I didn’t think I could feel like shit with a person I barely know, but I’ve been wrong before.

Clearing my throat I start to walk to the door, feeling a hand grab mine I stop and see that it’s Loki.

“Don’t look so disappointed, Bast. It hurts my feelings.” He smirks at me.

“It’s not that I just thought- It’s not important, but I’m gonna head out now.”

“Already?”

“I’ve been here for an hour and change, plus you didn’t say how long I had to stay, just that I had to show up.”

“My gods, I’m losing my touch!”

“Oh brother, you’re fine Loki.” I laugh rolling my eyes, “I’ll just be outside for a bit. Getting some fresh air, does that sound better?”

“Much.” He gives me a dazzling smile and walks me outside, “If you want me to take you home I’ll take you.”

“Fresh air will do for now, babes.” Kissing my cheek he walks back inside and I’m left to my own thoughts, “Great. The inside of my mind is the last place I want to be right now.”

I decide to walk around and clear my head, taking a breath I listen to the sounds of the night; a frog croaking near the pond, crickets chirping in the grass, and in the trees are a few fireflies blinking their little butts- I know they aren’t actually their butts, but it’s where butts would be, sooooooo butts. Taking a seat on a bench near the pond I watch the fountains’ changing lights, the sounds of approaching steps has me looking behind me. A few students are walking towards the gazebo past me, giggling about who knows what. Smiling softly I lean my head on the bench and close my eyes. I know this is a bad idea, because of how peaceful it is here I’m bound to fall asleep and let me tell you that is not something you want to do on this campus. There have been a few reports about people being kidnapped and assaulted, most of which take place at night in secluded areas. It’s not something Director Fury takes lightly and with Officer Danvers, Officer Rambeau, Officer Coulson and the other officers this campus has gotten tighter with security and they patrol more often, but stuff still happens. They even say to make sure you aren’t by yourself, and if you are to find someone you trust or get to your room quickly.

Opening my eyes I sit up looking around once more; the students are still in the gazebo (probably making out or something), the frogs’ still croaking, crickets are still chirping, but the fireflies are gone. I frown and walk back to the Psychology building, reaching the steps I turn and debate on just going back to my room.

“No, I said I’d just get some air… I’ll just tell him I’m leaving now.”

“Tell who?”

I was not expecting to hear a voice behind me and definitely not so close to me, not thinking I whirl around and punch whoever it is in the face. Time seemed to move really slowly as my fist went flying towards his nose, thinking about it now I’ve actually heard this voice before and I know his face.

“Oh no, it’s-”

‘BAM’

“Richard!”

“AAWWH JESUSCHRISTJOSEPHANDMARY!” He screams out holding his nose, I can’t help the snort that comes from me, quickly covering my mouth I try to compose myself.

“I am sooooo sorry, I didn’t know it was you until- oh my gosh, are you okay?”

“You punch like a man.”

“…Thank you…?”

“Mhmm, geez… Am I bleeding?”

“No idea, you’ve yet to move your hands.” I smirk at him gently moving his hands away, “No you’re all good. Might be a bit sore. Sorry again.”

��It’s my fault, I should've made my presence known beforehand, God I feel like a creep.”

“Well, I’m not really gonna argue with that, you were creeping.” He looks at me unamused, “What?! You were, you even said so yourself.”

“…Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Can I make it up to you?”

“If you want? Sure, I guess. I was thinking about asking you the same thing. I punched you in the face.” I giggle out, “Need an ice pack? I think my roommate might have some in the freezer.”

“Your roommate punches people a lot?” We start walking to my car, and I completely forget about Loki.

“No, her boyfriend thinks he’s invulnerable or something.” Unlocking the doors I slide into the drivers side, “He’s an idiot really, I have no idea how he hasn’t broken any bones yet. His friends aren’t any better either, but it’s not my business.”

“You aren’t friends?”

“Nope! And I don’t want to be, one Odinson is enough for me.” I pull out of the parking lot and drive to my dorm.

“Odinson? You mean Thor?”

“Yeah, but I’m talking about Loki.”

“Thought his name was ‘Laufeyson’?”

“It is but I knew him when it was Odinson, so meeh.” I stick my tongue out at him as I park, “Oh shit! I didn't tell Loki I was leaving. I’ll just text him later.”

“Do you always tell him where you’re going?”

“Hm? Oh, no but this was like a date night for us and I left without telling him I was going.”

“A date?!”

“Yes, well no, but yes.”

“I’m confused.”

“Welcome to my life!” Smiling, I get out of the car, locking it we make our way to the elevator, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I just thought…”

“Thought Pietro was my boyfriend?” I give him a knowing smile as he bashfully nods his head, “Yeah I gathered that with the glare you gave me.”

“I didn’t glare at you!”

“Oh, yes you did.”

‘DING’

Stepping into the elevator I push my floors’ button as Richard tries to come up with an excuse of some kind, rolling my eyes, I pull him inside.

“It’s fine, really, just forget about it. We just met and don’t know a thing about each other.”

“…Would you like to?” He asks after a while, the elevator dings on the wrong floor as two more people step inside.

“Mmmmm sure, why not?” I shrug stepping off on the next floor, “My room is down this way.” Opening the door I turn on the lights and direct him to the couch, “Here you go. Would you like something to drink?”

“Thank you, and yes please.” He leans his head on the back of the couch placing the ice pack on his face, “So~.”

“So~?” I lift up the ice pack, “Here you go.”

“Thank you. Orange juice, you don't have anything a little stronger?” A teasing grin is on his face.

“I can add soda and you can use your imagination.” Not sure why but I reach over and pat his head, he’s taken aback by it, but he lets it happen.

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I want to add soda. Why are you patting my head?”

I shrug my shoulders making an ‘I don’t know’ sound and continue to pat.

“Are you going to stop?”

“Do you want me to?”

“…Nah.” He says taking a sip of juice. Laughing I stop and take a seat next to him, we sit in an awkward kind of silence before I say,

“Okay, I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve literally never asked anyone I’ve punched in the face to come to my room, and I don’t make new friends, all of my friends came to me, not the other way around.”

A small smile spreads across his face at my confession, “That’s alright, I’ve never really been good at making friends myself. It’s all so awkward and weird. Like, you want to have the person like you, but then you aren’t being true to yourself and it’s like walking on eggshells.”

“Yes! Exactly, thank you! Finally someone gets it. My mom’s been telling me to go out and make friends, but when I tell her what you just said I’m being weird and need to get over myself. Ugh mothers.”

“Mmmm that might just be yours, love.”

“… Eh, fair enough.”

We begin to fall into a rhythm of conversation- talking about everything and nothing which felt so natural, all of my walls seemingly vanish as two hours go by. By the fifth hour- which has consisted of orange juice, pizza and ice cream I ask the unthinkable.

“You wanna have sex?”

“What?”

“Holy. Crap. SHIT! WHAT THe aCTUAL FUcK~! Y/N!!!!”

“Whaaa~aaat?” I avoid eye contact and getting up quickly I take my dishes to the kitchen, “Where the heck is Jane? It’s like 11:30.”

“Y/N?” Standing up he grabs his dishes and makes his way over.

“No, no, you can leave them there, I’ll get them.”

Too late, he’s already next to me staring at me. Skillfully (not really) I grab his dishes, place them in the sink and continue to avoid eye contact.

“Are you going to keep not looking at me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m washing dishes, something that requires me looking at them.” I focus hard on my task, “But I can spare you a glance. See?”

Huffing out a laugh he leans on the counter as we look at each other, because I’m not really paying attention to the plate in hand, it slides out of my grasp and breaks in the sink.

1…

2…

3…

“And that’s why you don’t take your eyes off the dishes!” I rinse the soap off my hands and go to pick up the pieces.

“I’m sorry, here let me, it’s my fault.” Reaching in he grabs the pieces from me.

“Alright, the trash can is behind you.” Drying my hands I lean against the kitchen sink, “Okay I gotta ask.”

“Ask what?” He stops in his tracks with wide eyes.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you did something wrong. That isn’t what I wanted to ask by the way.”

“Oh, I don’t know. What was your actual question?”

“Are you wearing underwear?”

1…

2…

3…

4…

“Ummmmm.”

“Never mind, forget I asked-”

“-No.”

“I see…Okay, then.”

1…

2..-

“You wanna have sex?”

1..-

“Yes.”

….Present Day….

“…WWWHAATT!! THE FU~CK?!”

“Sssssshhhhhhh! Damn Kitty!”

“I just!- I can’t- You had- With someone you just!- How? HOw? HHOOOWWWAAAHHH?!”

“I- I don’t know? It just happened! What was I supposed to do? I asked him first!”

“I know, I know but I just! I- I just!” She stares at the floor with wide eyes holding the sides of her head, as if she just had a brain freeze, “Oh my god! Please tell me you used protection!”

1…

2…

3…

Her eyes get wider.

4…

5…

Her mouth falls open.

6…

I hang my head and groan.

7…

“Y/NNNNNN!!!!! Baby, no! You don’t- I cannot believe THIS! Come on!” She grabs my arm and pulls me up.

“What, where are we going?”

“To get you a pregnancy test and make you an appointment with an OBGYN!”

“Oh my god Kitty calm down! It’s not that serious.” I yank my arm away.

“Yes, yes it is! When was the last time you had sex?”

1…

2…

3…

4…

“…never…”

5…

6…

7…

8…

“Kitty?”

9…

10…

11…

12…

“You… Never? Ever? He.” Her face goes from shock to anger very quickly, “I’m gonna kill him!”

“Ah come on Kitty, it’s not that serious, okay. Plus I had a great time, it was fine. And I’m not gonna have little versions of myself running around any time soon.”

“I’ll have you know the “Pull Out” game means nothing to Mother Nature, you wanna fuck around fine, but fuck around with protection- while you have protection! Saying it like that sounds wrong.”

“I’m glad you caught it. Besides just because we didn’t use a condom doesn’t mean anything, I’m on the pill, dude.”

“Well, that’s good, but I just want you to be safe.” She gives me a tight hug.

“I know and I will be. I promise.” I squeeze her back just as tightly. “But I don’t mind seeing an OBG.”

“Alright let’s go! Wow, I can’t believe you did the do.” She bumps shoulders with me as we walk to the parking lot.

“Honestly I can’t either.”

“So, how was it?”

“Fine? I guess. I don’t have anything to compare it to… Maybe I can ask Loki?”

“Don’t you dare!” We climb into her car and make our way into town, “Wait, you said you felt conflicted, was it because you had a one night stand?”

“…Well, it wasn’t a one night stand, exactly.” I give her a nervous smile.

“Are you seeing each other?”

“Kind of?”

“Why do you sound unsure?”

“And this is where I feel conflicted. I haven’t told Dru- Barry.”

“Huh?!? Why would that matter? It’s not like you guys talking or anything… Are you?!”

“No no no no. No! We aren’t, but he keeps asking me to hang out with him, but I- ugh I just don’t… know if it’s a good idea?”

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“How do you feel about Barry?”

Stunned silence is all I can give her, that’s exactly the thing I’ve been trying to avoid, confront, think about, see- I’ve just been ignoring possible scenarios about Druig and myself because…

“Because I have Richard! Why would I focus on another person when I’m having fun with Richard? That just doesn’t seem fair to me, so I forget my troubles and worries (and feelings) and focus on my Scotsman.” I just wish I said all of this to Kitty, thankfully she can’t press the issue due to her phone ringing. Sighing I rest my head back on the headrest and one thought pops in my mind.

“I should really stop pretending I’m having sex with Druig when it’s Richard.”

Fuck.

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Tag list: @aquanova99 @tompetersebbuckyhazleo @slytherin-shitposts @treaclesquirrel

Moving across the country is hard, but moving with a 6 month old is even harder. Writing has been hard since I haven’t been getting many ideas, not only that but I’ve also been working on some other fics; one being my Floop x OC (I’m excited to share that one). Hopefully I can post more for this story, but we’ll see, I really do want to finish it. For anyone who read it I hope you like’d it!

#druig #eternals #fanfiction #college au #druig x reader #druig x you #playing with fire #angst #marvel #enemies to friends to lovers #marvel x you #marvel x reader #ikaris #Ikaris x reader #Ikaris x y/n #kitty pryde #Loki #college life #mild violence

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Takeomi's "Day Off"

Title - Takeomi's "Day Off"

Rated - T

Summary - When Senju said it was his "day off", this was not what Akashi Takeomi had in mind.

Tags - Food, Movies, Wakasa Lock-picking, Swearing, Benkei Slander, Mildly OOC

Characters - Takeomi, Wakasa, Benkei, Senju, Draken(mentioned), Shinichiro(mentioned), Terano South(mentioned)

TWs - mentions of character death

Word Count - 2977

Read on AO3

The evening forecast calls for-

“Rain.”

Thunderstorms until the late evening, and it will then clear up around nine o’clock. Back to you for the local news to talk about how you can protect yourself from-

Click.

Takeomi sighed as he took another drag off of his cigarette, neatly ashing it in a black ceramic ashtray he’d found long ago in the belongings of none other than Shinichiro Sano. With his gaze affixed to the ever infinite tile ceiling, one thing crossed his mind. What was he going to do on his day away from the rest of the members of Brahman?

It wasn’t often that the scar-faced man had a rare “day off,” as Senju called them. He chuckled at the idea as he hadn’t been employed since he lost his ambitions, though all things considered, helping manage the gang members did feel like a full-time job. There was the somewhat apathetic Wakasa, who seemingly followed Senju to the ends of the earth. However, enjoyed the occasional prank. Benkei was pretty hot-headed in their quarrels. However, outside of them, he seemed to enjoy the more minor things...only to also become hot-headed about those too. Takeomi rubbed the bridge of his nose as he remembered the time they went fishing only for Benkei to pick a fight with his fishing pole for not catching him any fish. There also was Senju, his sister, who was calm for the most part until she wasn’t, and it became a game of World War between the five of them as they tried to figure out who stole the last manju from the plate in the middle of the table. And lastly, there was of course the new member of the gang, Draken, who hid mainly in the shadows and made a relatively decent hot curry.

The scar-faced man stood from the well-loved recliner, stretching his back as he made his way to the kitchen to grab a beer, “Wonder what they’re up to today…” He murmured as he opened the fridge, plucking a silver can from its place on the shelf. He turned his body to walk back towards the living room only to hear the doorbell ring. He froze in place, blinking. No one other than four people knew he lived here, and all four of those people knew it was his day off.

The bell rang again.

He pursed his lips, thinking that perhaps they would go away.

“He has to be home, and he never goes anywhere.” A deep voice stated, almost in annoyance.

“True...I don’t see the point in him going anywhere, to be honest, and it’s raining.” A tired voice replied, almost sounding bored with the situation.

Takeomi huffed, “Oh, so they think I’m a hermit?” He thought to himself, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“Well...we could always use...that.” The last voice said, the doorbell ringing one more time.

“Oh! I like that idea.” The deep voice spoke excitedly.

Takeomi blinked, wondering what that meant, only to hear the telltale sound of scratching at his door. He hurriedly rushed over, unlocking the door as he quickly realized what that was.

“How many times have I told you, if I’m not answering the door, don’t get Waka to pick the lock!” He yelled in exasperation as he whipped open the door. Benkei collapsed into the genkan while Senju and Wakasa remained kneeling outside, both looking up at the semi-tired-looking man holding a beer, a cigarette between his lips.

“Oh. Hi Takeomi.” Wakasa finally spoke with a wave, his bored face showing how unaffected he was by the man in front of him.

Benkei groaned as he rose from his position on the floor, “If you would’ve answered the door, maybe we wouldn’t have had to use Waka.” He rubbed his head, “And would it kill you to open the door slower?”

“You act as though I’m some item for you to use when you get locked out…” The two-toned-haired man retorted, standing from his crouched position, patting his pants as he put away the lock-picking kit back into his bag.

The buff man clicked his tongue, “As if that’s the biggest fucking issue here.”

Takeomi sighed, looking at the group in front of him, “What are you three even doing here?” He questioned, noticing the plastic bags, “It’s my day off.”

“Well…” Senju started, standing from her position on the ground as well, “We were going to meet up at the park, but it’s raining.”

“Yeah, I wonder who did that.” Benkei huffed sarcastically, crossing his arms.

“You can’t blame me for the rain every time.” Takeomi pointed out, taking a drag off of his cigarette.

“I can, and I fucking will.”

“Regardless of if Takeomi made it rain,” Senju cut in, looking over at the several plastic bags on the concrete behind them, “Your apartment was the closest.”

Takeomi exhaled, the smoke wrapping around him like the safety he needed in that moment as he paused to think. Yes, he could refuse them entry. Unfortunately, though, that would likely just cause them to force their way in like usual. He sighed in defeat, “Alright, get in.”

Senju smiled, “Yay!” The smallest cheered, rushing into the apartment past Takeomi and Benkei.

“Wait, shit, she’s gonna get the chair!” Bekei roared in sudden realization, attempting to blow past the other man as well, only to be stopped by an arm.

“Pick up the bags and then go fight over the chair. Don’t make Waka carry everything.” Takeomi warned, only to receive a glare in return.

“You do it if you’re so concerned.” He snapped, sliding under the arm that was blocking his path inside and rushing inside, “Hey Senju, you got it last time!”

Takeomi shook his head, “Never changes.” He looked over at the plastic bags that Wakasa was beginning to gather up, “It’s always us, huh?”

“Been that way since…” Wakasa trailed off before shrugging a bit, the lollipop in his mouth shifting, “Take these, and I’ll carry the rest.”

The older man knew what he meant by that sentence and was somewhat thankful he didn’t finish it. Sometimes he wondered if that ghost would ever stop haunting the three of them. He shook the thought as he grabbed onto the two plastic bags, peering into them and noticing the sheer amount of food.

“Just...how much did all of you buy?” He questioned, the cigarette on his lips nearly dropping in astonishment.

A hum of amusement came from Wakasa’s throat, “Senju kept putting things in the basket, and Benkei...Well, you know him.”

“And you?” Takeomi questioned, only to see the two-toned-haired man pull out a bag of lollipops. The scar-faced man's lips tilted into a smile, “How predictable.”

“Please,” Wakasa began as they walked inside, Takeomi could already hear the sounds of an argument, “My simple tastes are far superior to Benkei’s ridiculous tastes in cola-flavored garbage.”

Takeomi snorted, “I didn’t know you had a candy complex.”

Wakasa rolled his eyes, “Is that even real?”

“Beats me.” Takeomi chuckled as they made their way into the living room to see a smug-looking Senju placed in the comfortable recliner and an angry Benkei gesturing.

Benkei groaned, “Like I said, you got it last time so, get up!”

Senju smiled sweetly as she settled herself into the recliner, “No, I’m comfortable.”

You could see a vein pop on the buff man’s forehead, “Oh my god, you’re so!” He attempted to piece together before growling once more.

Senju snickered, “Use your words Benkei.”

“Senju, don’t be mean to the wildlife.” Wakasa sighed, placing the bags on the coffee table.

“I am not an animal!” Benkei yelled in offense.

“Hm. Debatable.” Wakasa shrugged as he sat down on one of the pillows.

Takeomi shook his head, placing the other plastic bags onto the table, opening his beer, taking a sip, and wrinkling his nose. Warm. However, this seemed to get the attention of Benkei.

“Hey, Takeomi, if you’re having a beer, share one with the rest of us.” The bearded man complained, strolling over to him.

“Bring your own.” He breathed, waving his spare hand at him, sitting down at the table beside Wakasa, “You just were at the store.”

“If I remember correctly, you said you were going to bum one off of Takeomi.” Wakasa’s bored voice cut in, exposing the other’s plans as he opened a bag of hard candy.

“I-I did not.” Benkei huffed, crossing his arms and looking to the side.

“I clearly recall you stating, Waka, I’m gonna get a beer from Takeomi, so I don’t have to buy a six-pack! I’m so smart, haha or something of that effect.” Wakasa mimicked the burly man set before himself, popping the lollipop out of his mouth and pointing at him with it.

Takeomi hummed, “Is that right?”

“No way, I would never say that!” Benkei denied, holding his hands up in refusal.

“Senju can confirm it, probably.” Wakasa sighed, popping the sweet back in his mouth.

“Ain’t no way she heard sh-”

“I was in the other aisle. Even I heard you say it, Benkei.” Senju confirmed.

“Okay, maybe I did say that,” Benkei muttered, looking to the side, “But come on, beer is expensive!”

“And bumming it off of me makes that okay?” Takeomi asked incredulously, shaking his head.

“Yes.” Benkei grinned, only to receive a look of disapproval from the man.

Takeomi sighed, “I’d say you’re unbelievable, though this is far too in character for you.”

Benkei snorted in amusement, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Eyebrow twitching, the scar-faced man sighed once more, "If you could stop swearing in front of my sister, that'd be wonderful."

Benkei huffed, "I don't think she minds it."

"Well I-"

Senju waved an arm, interrupting the conversation, “Hey, can you pass me the sour gummy worms?” She asked, as if to ignore the on-going conversation about herself.

Wakasa sighed and looked over to Takeomi, “You’re closer.”

Takeomi stared daggers at Benkei, who shrugged with a lopsided grin. He turned towards Wakasa, “Fine, fine.” Takeomi groaned, putting his cigarette out into the ashtray, “Which bag are they in?”

Wakasa shrugged, opening a can of juice, “Probably the one with the candy.”

Takeomi pulled one of the bags forward, fishing around for the bag of sour candy. “Is this the right bag?” He questioned as he fumbled through the several different types of snacks.

“Probably.” Wakasa’s bored eyes peering over at the man, “Actually, they might be in the other other candy bag.”

Takeomi stopped his search to look up at the two-toned-haired man, “You mean to tell me you have two entire bags of candy?”

The accused party sighed, “Listen, blame Senju for that one.”

“Nuh-uh Waka, you pitched in to at least half the damage!” The light-haired girl chimed in, crossing her arms with a knowing look.

Benkei snorted as he sat down at the table, “And by half, that’d be one bag each.”

“Thank you. I can do basic math,” Wakasa replied, rolling his eyes and pulling the other bag forward. His fingers instantly pulling out the bag of sour gummy worms, much to Takeomi’s surprise.

“How did you…” Takeomi started, only to have the bag of gummy worms flung into his chest, “...Nevermind.” He breathed, standing from his place at the table and walking over to the snowy-haired girl, “Here.”

Senju grinned, “Thanks.” She spoke happily as she grabbed the package of sweets out of his hands, biting open the top with her teeth.

Takeomi sighed attempting to grab the package back from her, “Hey, you’re gonna ruin your teeth like that.”

Wrinkling her nose, Senju looked up at Takeomi, “You’re not the boss of me.” She spoke sarcastically with a slight smile, shoving a gummy worm into her awaiting mouth.

The dark-haired man raised a brow, “...And I’m assuming you forgot that sour food is sour, again.”

Senju’s face had contorted, her nose wrinkling as her lips puckered, “Shut up…” She whimpered, shoving another gummy worm into her mouth.

"You're how old?" Takeomi questioned with an amused smile, as Senju pouted.

"Worst brother ever." She huffed.

Benkei tilted his head over only to burst into laughter, “Happens every time, man.”

“You do the same when you eat spicy food.” Wakasa mentioned as he took a sip from his drink, “Remember the time we ate Draken’s hot curry? You were crying like a baby.”

Takeomi snorted as he remembered the scene, Draken had said he would make them curry since they were eating out too much, and Benkei had been the most excited about it. But, of course, this only seemed to fire up the braid-haired man more when it came to making the curry, so when it came down to them eating, he had even given Benkei an extra serving.

“Do you remember when he took the first bite?” Takeomi pondered as he walked back over to the table, Benkei groaning and placing his head on the table in embarrassment.

“Man, quit it, do you have to?” Benkei pleaded, peeking an eye up towards the man.

“Do you mean the it burns part or take me to the hospital one?” Wakasa questioned with slight amusement.

The buff man grumbled, “I’m going home. This is bullshit.”

“So you can bark, but you can’t take a bite?” Takeomi teased, grabbing his beer and taking another swig, once again scrunching his nose, “This is disgusting.”

“Then why are you still drinking it…?” Wakasa sighed in exasperation.

“Because wasting beer is a cardinal sin.” Takeomi clarified.

Benkei sat up quickly, pointing at both Takeomi and Wakasa, “You know what else a cardinal sin is? Dunking on your homies.”

The two-toned-haired man blinked, before shaking his head and clasping his hands together, and looking directly into Benkei’s eyes, “So is having an IQ of below 70, but we’re still accepting of you, Benkei.” He spoke carefully before downing the rest of his drink, “Alright, are we watching a movie?”

Benkei sat at the table, mouth agape, unsure of what to say or do, all while Takeomi and Senju snickered uncontrollably in the background.

“Sure, we can do that.” Takeomi finally spoke through his laughs, lighting a cigarette, “Though we’re not watching Jurassic Park again and making Terano South references.”

“Aw, come on!” Senju pouted.

“We could always watch Pulp Fiction?” Wakasa offered with a half-hearted shrug.

Takeomi raised a knowing brow, “You just want to say the does he look like a bitch part again, Waka.”

He sighed, “Guilty.”

“What about-” Benkei began.

“No.” Takeomi interrupted.

The burly man huffed and crossed his arms, “But I didn’t even say shit!”

“We are not watching Austin Powers.” The man with the cigarette proclaimed, shaking his head.

“...Fine.”

“What about Goodfellas?” Senju pointed out, swinging her legs from the recliner, “That’s always a favorite.”

Benkei groaned, “We’ve watched that like 20 times, though.”

Takeomi hummed, “What’s 21, though…”

“Waka can probably quote all the lines in that one, too, then.” Benkei thought out loud.

“Did you hear him last time?” Senju asked while tilting her head to the side, “He even did the voices.”

“He wasn’t here last time we watched, remember?” Takeomi pointed out, taking a hit off of his cigarette and exhaling.

“Oh, right!” Senju realized.

“Wait, you mean to tell me I missed Waka doin’ Goodfellas impressions?!” Benkei asked, looking around at the group, “Why did no one tell me!”

“You miss a lot of things when you screw around doing other things.” Wakasa pointed out as he stood, “Goodfellas it is.” He walked over to the bookcase and grabbed a VHS case for the movie.

“The real question is...did we rewind it when we watched it last time,” Senju commented as Wakasa walked over to the television set and shoved it into the VHS player.

“I don’t see why we wouldn’t ha-” It was not rewound, “Goddamn it.” Takeomi huffed.

“Short intermission, I guess.” Wakasa breathed as he hit the rewind button, walking back to the table and plopping down.

The smoking man chuckled, “You know, I didn’t expect to spend my day off like this?”

“Oh?” Wakasa asked, raising a brow.

Benkei snorted, “What, did you expect to sleep all day and drink beer?”

Takeomi rolled his eyes, “No, though that sounds peaceful compared to the mess all of you seem to bring.” He huffed, inhaling the last of the cigarette and putting it out into the ashtray. The VCR clicked, signifying the tape was done rewinding. “I got it,” Takeomi stated as he stood from his seat at the table, walking towards the TV set.

“I guess it is your day off…” Senju hummed, her legs once again moving back and forth as she spoke, “But, we missed you.”

Benkei’s eye’s widened, “Shhh!! You weren’t supposed to tell him!” As he attempted to silence the small leader.

The scar-faced man’s hand stopped as it reached forward. He blinked. They missed him. He felt his heart swell in his chest as a smile spread its way onto his face.

“Hey, Takeomi...” Wakasa questioned boredly after a moment, “Tell me they didn’t take you out with just that?”

“I’m fine.” He responded, pressing play on the VCR and turning to walk towards the light switch. While the smile on his face had disappeared, the warm and fuzzy feelings had not as he switched off the lights. Making his way back to the table, he received an all-knowing look from Wakasa as he sat down.

As the previews for the movie were nearing their end, Takeomi leaned forwards towards Wakasa, attempting not to alert the other two members of the room.

“So, even you missed me?” He questioned quietly as the beginning scene started, the two-toned-haired man not entirely paying attention.

“Yeah, yeah…” the two-toned-haired man dismissed, the piece of candy in his mouth shifting against his teeth.

“Hm.” Takeomi hummed, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at the tiled ceiling once more. He could vaguely hear the storm outside over the sound of Wakasa quoting the movie, Benkei’s obnoxious wheezes of laughter, and Senju’s tiny kicks against his favorite recliner that he always gave up to one of them instead to sit on the floor himself. A gentle smile once again made its way back onto his face.

Maybe it should rain more often.

#takeomi akashi #imaushi wakasa #senju kawaragi #benkei #arashi keizou #brahman #fanfiction #mildly ooc #will likely have to change senju's gender #here we are #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #imi writes

[kindredhearts13]

i found your criticisms of chicago pd very on point, fair, and accurate and appreciated that you voiced them!! i think there are a lot of problems with the show, even though i have enjoyed it for some time, i haven't kept up with it recently for a lot of the reasons you've described.

firstly, after all of the black lives matter things that happened over the past two or so years, chicago pd made a few eps that centered around the issue and... dropped it? i loved that they chose to take those steps at that time but have been really disappointed with the lack of follow-up lately.

i think kevin is severely underdeveloped and quite frankly cpd has failed at using his character's perspective to really change the show's perspectives (even though it is NOT the responsibility of the minority/minority characters to carry the burden of creating change on the show/irl)

also, this goes back quite some time, but the way they wrote rojas off was also quite cheap and took the easy way out, like it was easy to forget her character and the diversity she also brought to the show- and they failed to reflect how her friendship could have changed characters (like hailey's) perspectives on race/socioeconomic status, etc.

and, this is speaking as someone who used to intensely ship upstead, i think the way fans have started talking about hailey and upstead is also getting a little too intense. i have never liked how everyone's natural expectations are for marriage, for starters, let alone how when a woman gets married on a show (like station 19, for carina and maya) she immediately starts talking about having kids or gets pregnant.

i may be in the minority, but i do NOT want hailey/jay to have a pregnancy arc at all. i think there are a hundred more interesting storylines than having kids, and i think it's cheap for every female character's storylines to immediately be reduced to being a mother (and this includes kim).

i was also rewatching the fbi episode hailey was on and thought it was interesting how hostile was when oa pointed out the issues the chicago police department was- and although hailey is arguably my favorite character, i think people have started to gloss over some of her ignorance (as well as the ignorance of a LOT of cpd characters).

anyway that was longer than i intended it to be, but thank you again for sharing your thoughts!

Thank you for sharing YOUR thoughts! I completely agree with what you said- especially on Kevin. So many opportunities have been wasted to give him more story and development, and I just wish that the writers, show runner, SOMEONE would realize what talent and opportunity they have on their hands!

And THANK YOU! That is my main issue with people trying to excuse story-lines or characters actions based on 5 minutes of watered-down recompense. The show takes place in Chicago, CHICAGO, so why in the world do they act like tensions between its black and minority residents and the police are only heightened 3 times out of the year? Why do they act like this is a fad and not an actual call for change, and then use that to help tell their stories and better challenge these characters? It is sad because it should not be on Atwater or LaRoyce to guide this show into self-awareness; but the extreme lack of any remote diversity/inclusion in the cast makes it all fall on him, regardless. (I actually think that a sound argument can be made that bringing back the patrol officer aspect of the show could help to solve this problem a bit- but that's a conversation for another post.)

I also agree on Hailey. I find it extremely frustrating when people believe that a woman can only develop through assault, birth, or miscarriage. And while ALL of these things are real experiences that so many women have faced, not exploring nuanced ways to explore the depths of a character is beyond frustrating. That was one of my biggest issues with the way Gabby's character was treated over the seasons on Fire. While it made sense for her character to want to be a mom, it never made sense that they tried to push that as if it was suddenly her main personality trait. Or that she, after working so hard to become a firefighter, would just permanently give it up. Instead of allowing her to do what Gabby would actually do: live in that fear for a minute (most likely act out because of it), then eventually decide that she wasn't going to allow anything to be stronger than her. And use that as an important conversation with Louie about overcoming your fears and how she would fight twice as hard to come home to him every night. Or after losing Louie, going back into firefighting and really allowing her character to be challenged again.

I hope that they allow Hailey's character to develop outside of a pregnancy. And if they end up keeping Upstead together and decide to explore that world and what a baby looks like in it- they do it with two equally defined and developed characters. Both Tracy and Hailey deserve that.

#chicago fire #chicago pd #one chicago #hailey upton #jay halstead #jay x hailey #gabby dawson #upste #kevin atwater

[catdadeddie]

I’m so happy for you, Nova‼️ I really am 🥺 can I request a fic, for buddie. I don’t really have a prompt besides anything this quote inspires. “You made falling in love with you easy that I never realized I was falling.”

Thank you, Sunny!! I adore this line and I hope you like the fic!!

The Love We Hold - 1.7k 

Feelings realization, fluff and angst, love confessions, some character introspection. - minor mention of events from season 4

(read on ao3) - link to celebration event 

Looking back, Eddie should’ve known. He shouldn’t be surprised by the realization that he’s in love with Buck, yet here he is, watching Buck sit on Chimney’s couch with Christopher as he helps him hold Maddie and Chimney’s newborn, Charlotte. Here he is wondering how Christopher would be as a big brother and how Buck would be as a dad. It all rings in his mind in the tone of “Oh” as he realizes the meaning to that thought. He looks at two of his favorite people in the world and everything he hasn’t paid attention to over the years hits him. He loves Buck.

“He’s a natural,” Maddie whispers to him, shaking him from the sudden shift in his world. He’s not even sure which one she’s referring to and that screams to him too. Too much is moving through his brain right now, but it all equates to love. He glances at Maddie where she anxiously is watching next to him. This is the first time he’s seen her in weeks and she seems to be taking motherhood like most new moms. There’s bags under her eyes and her movements are slow and sleepy, even resting a hand on the back of the living room chair for support, but the grin on her face as she watches Chim return from the bathroom and walks over to the couch. He stands behind it and leans over Christopher to watch as the newborn starts falling asleep with Buck’s finger in her little grasp.

“Yeah, he is.” Eddie answers as he subconsciously stares for a minute. He shakes himself from it though and turns his attention to Maddie. “How’s it been going? I remember the first week home with Christopher. I swear Shannon and I didn’t sleep at all.”

“If I felt okay leaving her with anyone right now, I’d have you and Buck babysit while I took a nap,” she answers with a soft smile.

“You totally could,” Eddie teases knowing the new mother wouldn’t dare leave her newborn with anyone besides Chimney and that would be a stretch.

“Don’t tempt me,” she grins before leaving him to his thoughts as she joins the group. Eddie debates joining them. Buck is looking up at Maddie now with a fond look that someone would relate to a golden retriever, as she pulls one of the chairs to be as close to Christopher as possible. Buck laughs softly as Christopher and Maddie start talking about the baby. Chimney and Buck add in every once in a while. It makes Eddie feel like an outsider looking in and that’s what makes him finally decide to walk over and take the seat next to Buck, who turns to him and grins as he whispers about how Christopher seems to like the baby.

Eddie just nods and gives a soft smile as he watches Christopher cradle the baby. His heart melts at Christopher, so focused on her. He’s keeping his arm against the arm of the couch so he can keep supporting the head. He does really seem to like it all and Eddie’s not really sure what to do with that information as well. He feels Buck’s elbow push into his ribs making him shake his head and refocus. He looks up at Buck, whose eyebrows are pulled together in a show of concern. Eddie sighs and goes to find something to express why he’s acting this way, but he’s saved by Chimney calling his name.

“Eddie! You wanna take your turn?” He asks as Maddie eases Charlotte out of Christopher’s arms.

“I’d love to,” he grins as he gets handed the newborn. She’s unbelievably light in his arms as he adjusts her to sit more comfortably in his arms. He can’t help but notice that her little nose looks just like Maddie’s and the so-brown-they’re-black eyes staring up at him are almost identical to Chimney’s. 

“She’s beautiful. Happy and healthy. You both are doing great,” he whispers, looking up at where Chimney has moved to stand behind Maddie’s chair. His hand on her shoulder as they both gaze lovingly at their daughter. Maddie nods and says a thank you as tears fill her eyes.

It’s not long before Eddie decides to leave and give the couple some more time alone with their newest source of happiness. 

---

Eddie hasn’t left his spot on the couch since Christopher went to bed. He’s been staring aimlessly at the tv with no recollection of what’s been on it as his mind is just full of Buck. Buck, who has become a staple in his and Christopher’s lives. Buck, who has always been there for Christopher. Buck, who is there for Eddie. Buck, who he loves.

All the game nights, trips together, the three of them just having fun echoes through Eddie’s mind. If there’s anyone out there that should join him and Christopher, it’s Buck and in reality, he’s already joined them. He’s already linked to all that they are. He’s right there with them and the thought scares Eddie in all honesty. Buck got this close to them without Eddie even being aware.

His thoughts get interrupted again with the flash of headlights through the window in his living room. He glances up to see Buck’s Jeep pulling into the spot behind his truck. Eddie watches as he turns off the car and before deciding to stand up. He sighs as he rubs his hands against his jeans before standing up to see why Buck’s here at 10 o’clock at night. He’s leaning against the wall on the outskirts of his entryway when the sound of keys jingling plays on the other side of the door. He debates just going and opening it but he needs the couple seconds it takes Buck to twist the key and push open the door to compose himself.

When Buck does step through the door, he jumps at the sight of Eddie. “Eddie! What the fuck are you doing? You scared the shit out of me.” He scolds as he tries to catch his breath while closing the door.

“Says the one who just let himself into my house this late at night,” Eddie shrugs, making Buck roll his eyes and mumble a “Touché.”

“I just wanted to check on you. You seemed… distant at Maddie and Chimney’s,” Buck adds with his own shrug after stuffing his hands in his pockets. Eddie lets his eyes flicker across Buck’s face in the dark room. He has this fleeting concern that screams of course he noticed. How couldn’t he notice how Eddie was acting. Maybe this was easier when Eddie just didn’t know.

“I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking. Nothing to be worried about,” Eddie tries reassuring him while escaping the topic. Buck seems to pick up on his attempt at running away from this and just sighs before teasing Eddie in a way that loosens the tension between them. “That’s an awfully dangerous thing for you to be doing, Eds.”

Eddie lets out a breathy laugh before grinning at his best friend. His best friend. If that isn’t a reason enough to keep this to himself, Eddie’s never had a friend like Buck and he isn’t ready to jeopardize that over feelings he didn’t know he had until 5 hours ago.

“Eddie, you’re doing it. Again,” Buck says, stepping closer to him. He’s right in front of Eddie before Eddie has anytime to process what’s going on. 

“I thought we were working on communication,” Buck quips with a bit of a teasing tone. “We’ve been doing great at talking out our issues. What’s so bad that you’re hiding this?”

Eddie feels the deep swallow that goes through his throat as he has to look up at Buck due to the close proximity. “What’s going on, Eddie?” He basically begs, making Eddie’s heart tug and before he even knows what’s happened the words escape his mouth.

“I love you.”

Both of them still as they process what Eddie just said. Eddie tries studying Buck’s face for some kind of reaction and when nothing but surprise is shown back to him, he just closes his eyes and wills it all to go away. He admits it's cliché but his heart is pounding and he just wants to open his eyes and this all has been a dream.

“I’m sorry,” He chokes out in a raspy whisper as he tries to side step away from Buck. His efforts are stopped by Buck’s hand grabbing his wrist and his voice following Eddie’s in the silence. “Why are you sorry?”

Eddie opens his eyes and blinks, stunned at the man in front of him. Buck’s face is only inches from his with a furrowed brow. Eddie looks down at where Buck’s hand is still on his wrist as he responds. “I’m sorry that I said that.”

“Did you mean it?” Buck asks quietly as his grip tightens before letting go completely. His demeanor has shrunk and he’s inching a step back and Eddie’s realized a whole other side of this coming out. Maybe Buck loves him too.

“Of course, I do,” He adds as softly as his nerves let him. It's too late to go back so he’s just gonna try to see where this goes as he reaches out for Buck’s hand. Buck meets his eyes again with a hopeful look tied into his features. A soft grin spread across his face.

“You do? You love me?” Buck echoes in insecurity that Eddie hates to see. It’s been something he knows Buck’s been working on, especially since his parent’s visit, but it's still something he sees haunt Buck.

“Buck, you made falling in love with you easy that I never realized I was falling,” Eddie promises, as he hopes Buck recognizes the value and truth to the words. He watches as Buck’s grin grows and Eddie can‘t help but pull Buck forward and into his arms. He feels Buck’s arms wrap tightly around him as something wet starts pooling on his shoulder. Eddie squeezes him before pulling back enough to see his face.

“They’re happy tears,” Buck laughs as Eddie reaches up and wipes under his eyes. “I promise.”

Eddie nods and whispers a “I know,” before leaning up the little bit of distance to press his lips to Buck’s. The kiss is far from perfect with Buck’s tears leaving a salty taste to the mess and they’re more focused on the connection and feeling of just being together like this than anything else. When they do part, Buck lets his forehead rest against Eddie’s. Eddie just reaches out to hold him as Buck whispers “I love you, too,” between them.

#buddie #nova writes #911 fox #softboiidiaz #novas 200 celebration #mention of events from s4 #s4

[saksukei]

wen junhui college au

other college aus; wonu minghao mingyu

you're damn right if you think that wen junhui is a theatre arts major because he iS and that too with humanistic studies as a minor aH and he's also on the rowing team,,, he started rowing as a joke and now he has one of the best times??? like. how.

and everybody knows he has too much energy and he uses it in the best way possible

like the plays? dude has a separate fanclub

you keep on seeing new tweets about “who’s the black haired guy in the play?” like wen junhui’s popularity is straight up no joke,, EVERYBODY KNOWS HIM

you on the other hand are an exercise physiology major with nutrition as a minor and you're also part of the rowing team,, and you have the best time for the women’s team,, which means,, you see junhui every other day,,

the coach pairs you guys often,, but there’s only one small issue,,,

YOU HATE WEN JUNHUI

he's such a pain in the ass,, he teases you every time he sees you,,, he always challenges your skills and makes you doubt yourself,, oh the amount of times you’ve wanted to deck him in the face,,

and today was the same as well

“you're not dead yet?” you hissed, as you saw jun approach you,,

“dont sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me,” he retorted, a smug expression on his face, as he set his bag right beside yours.

“but I really don't like you,” you roll your eyes,,

jun chuckled, as he clapped his hands together, getting everyone's attention.

you guys were practicing indoors, on the rowing machine because there was some trouble with the equipment and the coach had to go get new stuff

which also meant he left jun in charge,, the teams assembled,, looking at junhui for directions,,

“alright everyone, warm up for ten and then start with a thousand metres,” he instructed. “and y/n, you're my partner.”

you rolled your eyes while everyone was whistling or smirking

it was no secret that you and jun didn't get along and he purposely tried to get on your nerves,,, heck everyone in the club said you two would fall in love at one point or another but you assured them by saying you'd rather choke

“your IQ is lower than room temperature junhui if you think that I want to train with you,” you hissed, as the two of you walked towards the machine.

“oh I'm sorry, I don't compare my intelligence quotient to someone who was deprived of oxygen when they were born,” he snapped, as he started warming up.

“you know what,” you spoke. “i'll just aggressively ignore your existence until you disappear.”

“maybe you should try doing it with that bird hair of yours, looks like worms will crawl out of it soon”

“why don't you look at your face first– ass clown?”

“why don't you look at your face first ass clown” he mimicked in a high pitched tone and all you wanted was to stab him there and then

“CAN YOU TWO SHUT UP WE'RE TRYING TO PRACTICE?” one of the team members yelled, causing you two to fall silent and warm up.

the next day,,, one of your best friends had begged you to go to her department because she had misplaced one of her things,, you only agreed on the basis that you'd be getting pizza

you were passing by the theatre to the class she told you to go to,, and you heard someone rehearsing their lines,, you went ahead to see who it was,,

of course it was jun with a script in his hands,,

and you don't know what it was,, but something just pulled you into the room,, maybe it was the way his words echoed of the walls,, the emotion in those alluring eyes of his,,

you actually sat down and listened to him instead of wanting to kill him,,, understanding what the hype was around him,,

like? you didn't even know this side of junhui existed??? excuse me? he was the biggest dick alive to you so you never really paid attention to anything nice that he did but this,,

you didn't even realize he had stopped until someone snapped you out of it

and you saw jun standing right in front of you

“well well well, it looks like I have a fan,” he smirked, folding his arms as he bent down to your level

“h-heck no,, I was just,,, looking for the um.....” you cursed your memory internally for forgetting.

“umm?” he teased,,

“shut up, I really was looking for something,” you snapped

“alright, alright” he surrenders,, raising his hands in defeat. “how was it though?” he asked.

“what?”

“the lines,, i'm sure you heard some of it.”

“they were um,,, good,” you reply,, shyly,, you've never been used to giving him compliments,,

jun nods as an awkward silence befalls the both of you,, you take it as a que to leave,, but then his voice stops you,,

“hey,, why don't you rehearse with me?” he suggested. “my actual partner is really busy and I need someone to rehearse with.”

“uh,, yeah sure?” you reply,,, as he hands you the script,,

jun started reciting his lines and you responded with the same enthusiasm

but the only thing that worried you was the last,, scene

in the script, it was written that jun's chracter would walk over to where you were, push your character against the wall and would try to initiate a kiss but your character would push him away

and so jun recited his last line, “i don't think I've ever tasted lips so fine, heck i'd taste them over and over again” he walked towards you, eventually pushing you against the wall

and your hEART WAS LIKE BADUMP!!

and his face was an inch from away from yours and you could feel his breath tickling your ear and you realized,,, how pretty wen junhui was,, how perfectly sculptured his face was,, those lips,, those cheekbones?? wait what??

and you were so mesmerized with how he acted on stage you didn't really realize you had to play a part as well

jun broke his stance, “you know you're supposed to push me away right?”

AND YOU BECAME RED

“y-yeah uh–but I–um remembered that I left the stove on!” you lied. “aND I DID SO BYE JUN!” you grabbed your bag and yEETED YOURSELF OUT OF THERE

and jun was confused but he ignored it and started rehearsing again

you on the other hand were trying to calm yourself like ???? It's just wen junhui? what the FUCK? Why is your heart racing so fast?? you were so confused? wHY? why is this happening

and the next time you saw him at training, oh dear god

“well if it isn't miss sunshine,” jun grinned.

“shut up jun, your existence makes me want to die,” you muttered,,, you felt your cheeks getting warm,,

“well, great, I think I'd be doing the world a favor.”

“jun if you're going to bother me one more time during practice I'm going to kick you so hard you will lose the ability to entertain a partner” you hissed, as you started warming up.

“nah,, you don't have the balls to do it,” he grinned, especially proud of the pun he used.

“you know what,,, I don't give a damn, so just leave me alone.”

“you give so many damns, they're visible from space,,,” he says,, his face is close to yours,, and you stop BREATHING

jun grins,, he thinks he has rendered you speechless,, as he goes up ahead to train with the boys,,

aND YOU FELT YOUR HEART WAS GOING TO JUST POP OUT OF YOUR CHEST

and now you were noticing all of these little things about him,, from his silly smile, to how he rolls his eyes, copies every small thing someone else does, to his goofy jokes, how his hair falls on his face, or just,,, him in general

all the while trying to keep your angry/annoyed facade so that he wouldn't pick up on it

but oh boy, it's wen junhui

and he notices every goddamn thing

including how much you've been staring at him especially in today's training session

he knew you were acting really weird since the rehearsal thingy but he was letting it slide because he thought you were upset or something and he didn't want to get on your nerves more

regardless, you decided to ignore jun from today onwards,, to stop feeling whatever you were feeling,,

and every thing was going great

you barely talked to him in rowing practice, you didn't attend the plays or even go anywhere near him

and jun,,,, he stopped annoying you as well

for two months

the whole damn university noticed but nobody dared to say anything ,,,,, in fear that you guys won't talk again

you were casually walking to the cafeteria and you heard something that just ,,,,, made your heart stop

“did you hear that jun got injured really badly? He was practicing in the theatre and this glass fell on his foot,,”

aND YOU DID A FULL 180 AND RAN AS FAST AS YOU COULD TO WHERE HE WAS

you had no idea why you suddenly cared so much like sure yeah, it was bad he got hurt but you were running so fast you felt your heart would pop out of your chest

the nurse eventually led you to where he was

and you saw his leg covered in bandages???

and your heart just broke

“hey what are you doing here?” jun asked. “i haven't seen you in like,,, two months?”

“jun I'm sorry–” you felt tears slide down your face. “i'm sorry I ignored you every time you tried to make a conversation with me or whatever I just,,, I had all these feelings that I couldn't figure out and I got scared–”

“hey hey hey, it's okay,” he cooed, as he opened his arms wide, only for them to wrap around you, as you cried in his chest. “no harm done, I promise.”

“no but jun– I was really inconsiderate and I just kept on feeling like I was missing something but I couldn't figure out what it was,” you cried out. “i felt ignoring you would be a solution but I just, I don't know?”

“hey, okay listen to me– what happened in these past two months happened–” he wiped the tears from your face. “but I hope you understand that the only reason I used to bother you a lot was because,, well,,, I really geniunely like you.”

“l-like me?” you stuttered.

“why do you think I annoy the crap out of you?”

“because you're an idiot, you like doing stuff like this,” you answered.

“but you're the only one I annoy?”

“okay that part I missed,” you give him a weak smile,, jun chuckles,, ruffling your hair,,

“in all seriousness though, I hated these two months. I felt like you were upset or something and I didn't want to risk hurting you even more so I stopped talking altogether because I thought you'd talk to me if I did,,” he admitted.

“its my fault this happened in the first place,” you responded. “and I now realize how stupid I am.”

“you're not stupid, you're just an ass clown,” he joked, a playful smile on his face.

“but i'm still sorry, junhui,” you sighed. “i really didn't want this to happen.”

“hey, it's okay– we both were right in our own places.”

“so um now what do we do?” you asked.

“well it depends,” he answered. “does someone want a cute, charming, handsome and brilliant boyfriend?” he grinned.

“only if he wants an amazing, beautiful, smart and talented girlfriend,” you answered.

“oh he sure as hell does,” jun grinned.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen oneshot #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #wen junhui #wen junhui imagines #jun imagines #wen junhui scenario #wen junhui x reader #seventeen #jun seventeen #seventeen jun

[blazedbakugou]

you get hurt while saving him

Request: “hi may i request an angst to fluff scenario based around prompt 2 and like the reader is super nice to bakugou and has always been there for him but he's scared of falling in love so he pushes her away and is pretty mean and one day during a mission she saves him but gets pretty badly hurt in the process but it ends happy and with fluff ?? i love the way you write”

a/n: thanks for requesting and reading my stuff, that’s v cool of you

genre: angst with fluffy ending when do I not write angst

warnings: blood, severe injuries, hospitalization, cursing, aged up characters

word count: 1.2k+

pairing(s): katsuki bakugou x f!reader

prompt: #2 “Please say something. Anything at all. Just talk to me.”

“Please say something. Anything at all. Just talk to me.”

Bakugou’s voice came out in a panic, his eyes worriedly glancing around for any signs of help nearby. The sound of blood rushing in his ears drowned out the buzz of the city around him, vision blurred with tears that he struggled to keep at bay. You trembled in his arms, streaks of crimson trailing out the corner of your mouth and smudges of dirt covering your skin wherever your torn-up hero suit failed to protect.

“Come on... where the fuck are they? They should fucking be here by now,” the blonde grunted.

You choked out a measly response, “hey... it’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.”

Your hand grasped his bicep as tight as it could, though he could tell your strength was fading by the second. Sirens rang in the distance reminding you to hold on just a little while longer. Content with the fact that help was on the way, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and rest as your body so desperately craved despite Bakugou urging you otherwise.

- - -

Bakugou fixated on the off-putting white linoleum floors with a blank stare, thoughts running at a hundred miles per second. All this time he’d pushed you away, responded to your kindness and generosity with harsh bitterness. Only now did he realize how much of a fool he was for taking everything for granted. How stupid he was to act so brash when life could be so cruel to threaten to take away the one he loved in a split second. He should’ve said something sooner, somewhere calm with nice scenery— not in a hospital which reeked of disinfectant and anxiety.

He knew he was only lying to himself all this time. Pretending that he couldn’t see what was so obviously there, denying the fact that he cared about you. He loved you. Fuck, he loved you so much. Becoming a pro hero brought many changes in his life, he had to say goodbye to Friday nights at the diner down the street and settle for home-cooked dinners, he was no longer able to go for a walk at the park without being recognized, much less be able to have a day to himself without the stress of work coming back to haunt him. Becoming a pro hero turned his life around, but you always seemed to be that one constant in his life that kept him grounded.

Night and day, Bakugou thought of you and your stupid smile that always appeared right after you’d told some terribly cheesy joke. He was reminded of you wherever he went. It was annoying at first, suffocating even. No matter how hard he tried to avoid you, his efforts always fell short. At some point— he wasn’t sure when— he fell for you.

Every glimpse he took at your beat up body brought him painful flashbacks of how it all went down. He remembered the tightening of his chest when he found your limp body nearly lost in the sea of debris. The wait for the ambulance felt like it went on for an eternity and a half. He would’ve used his quirk to you to the hospital himself if it weren’t for the fact that you were in too far of a fragile state for such precarious means of transportation.

The steady beep of your heart monitor along with the ticking of the clock hung on the wall drowned out in the background as Bakugou held your hand in his— your hand felt so cold, so weak. Within the safety of your hospital room, he felt comfortable enough to spare a moment or two of vulnerability. In that vulnerable headspace, he took the time to figure out his feelings for you and accept them as they were.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. He stopped keeping track of time but he vaguely noted the change of lighting outside your room, the world outside no longer bright and sunny but instead dark and gloomy. At some point, Bakugou had worked up the courage to rest his head on your shoulder, the stiff plastic chair he had been sitting in for the past few hours was causing his legs to go numb but he didn’t dare complain. How could he? He couldn’t complain about such minor issues when the love of his life was currently fighting for their life beside him.

It was the sudden pressure he felt on his hand that caused the blonde to snap his head up to look at you. His eyes searched for any signs of you waking up but he was only met with the same still expression you’d worn since they put you in your bed. Had he imagined it? No, he could’ve sworn he felt you squeeze his hand.

“Are you ready to confess your love for me or should I go through another near-death experience.”

“Huh?! You’re awake!” Bakugou jolted up out of his seat in surprise, his numb legs nearly buckling before him.

You weakly reached out to steady him before noticing his hand already grasping yours, “woah there, falling for me already?”

“Tch, shut up before I put you back to sleep.” He rolled his eyes.

“C’mere,” you scooter aside to make room for him on the bed, “you look worse than I do. Let’s take a nap.”

Bakugou huffed before climbing in beside you, being mindful to be gentle with you. He tried to slow down his heart rate before you noticed how fast it was beating but it was too late�� you’d already made yourself comfortable on his chest. He only hoped you wouldn’t mention it which fortunately for him, you didn’t.

“‘M sorry.” The blonde let out in a whisper.

“Hm?”

“I said, I’m sorry. Don’t tell me that they gotta check your ears now too.”

“No, I heard you the first time. I just don’t know what you’re sorry for.” You frowned.

“Didn’t protect you like I should’ve. It’s my fault you got hurt, I should’ve been quicker.” Bakugou mumbled.

“Wasn’t your fault, don’t tell yourself that. It was their fault, not yours.”

A brief moment of silence followed after before he spoke again, “sorry for being such a dumbass.”

“Don’t apologize for something you can’t change.” You grinned.

“You’re making it very difficult to do this.” He sighed.

“Do what?”

“This.” Bakugou tilted your head up to face him and took a moment to look at you before kissing you.

Your lips felt drastically different than what he was expecting, they weren’t soft like they normally were, instead they were slightly chapped. Salty tears streamed down your faces, raw emotions finally brought to the surface after being repressed for so long. The reality of how close Bakugou was to losing you suddenly hit him all at once, causing him to pull you closer. Usually first kisses weren’t on a hospital bed and didn’t normally taste of blood and tears, however, given the circumstances, Bakugou couldn’t quite bring himself to complain.

Finally, you pulled away, “is this real or am I dreaming?”

“‘S all real… so fucking glad that you’re actually here.” He breathed out, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”

“Good.”

“Nap time? I think we both could use some rest.”

“Yeah, sure but first… promise me one thing.”

“Hm?” He could already hear the exhaustion in your voice.

“Just don’t go dyin’ on me… understand, dumbass?” He huffed, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

“Of course, Katsu. I promise.”

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I saw that you did top 5 best female & male characters in rwby and why, so i was wondering could you do the same but for 5 rwby worst female & male characters you dislike and why.

luke did this ask before along with the best one so i’mma steal this for me.

worst female characters.

robyn hill  —  hands down one of the most annoying additions to the show. she is meant to be robin hood yet fails in the character’s motivations & ideals in every instance, her outfit / general design are clunky & poorly thought out, her personality has the exact desirability of hot garbage juice & she herself is just as appealing. the only slightly fun thing about robyn is her voice actress, the amazing christina vee & the potential she could’ve had that i really enjoy seeing be brought out in fanfics instead. in canon? robyn can go rot.

blake belladonna  —  our resident all lives matter queen who was meant to be a champion for all minorities watching the show, a bisexual icon & a shining example of an abuse survivor ... only to fail on all three. blake’s influence on the racism storyline only makes her come off as a privileged brat who would lecture those who are just trying to survive & blame them for the actions of a terrorist organization she was part of, & it was dropped as soon as her abusive ex was killed. her actions as an abuse survive are nonsensical at times. & blake wasn’t even confirmed to be bisexual representation until eight years into the show & she / her female love interest still aren’t canonically together while the cishet writers hide behind a slow burn excuse that was never applied to their m / f couples.

ruby rose  —  it sounds nonsensical to say this about our main character & i wouldn’t have put her on this before v7 & 8, but her favouritism by the narrative in those two volumes to the point the story would break it’s back to justify her drove me crazy. i was watching this character who we were meant to root for make mistake after mistake after mistake & hide behind her age & inexperience like a coward; like she hadn’t shoved her way into this war & rejected everyone around her who had experience & wanted to help because they didn’t want to do it her way. ruby behaved like a petulant child & i have no doubt that this isn’t going to change.

cinder fall  —  listen she was always a middling type of character for me, i didn’t hate her but i didn’t love her either. cinder was just cinder, a kind of flat antagonist who didn’t go anywhere; until they tried to make her go somewhere & in doing so had her repeat the same character arc like three times. her “backstory” that was just cinderella lazily copy & pasted eight years after people had been asking for it was the final nail in the coffin for me. they waited too long & got too lazy.

nora valkyrie  —  again, not really a character i thought i would’ve put on here after i really started to like her in volume 4 when she & ren finally began to get character development. they were kind of in the background which annoyed me but they weren’t being obnoxious so it was fine. i want to go back to v4 - 6 so bad lmao; nora in these two volumes has been horrendous. not only did she ignore all of ren’s boundaries when he was trying to ask for space, she thought the appropriate action to him asking for that space & struggling to vocalize it was to kiss him without consent. and then, she co opts his entire arc anyways for v8 & now it’s nora who wants the space & ren is being unreasonable, ren is forcing her boundaries, ren is in the wrong. fuck her stupid ass one liner backstory too. nora dropped so far on my shitlist because of her actions the last two volumes smh.

worst male characters.

qrow branwen  —  again much like ruby & nora; i never thought i’d put qrow on here but his behaviour in these last volume especially has just dropped my fondness for him all the way to the grave lmao. he acts so much like ruby, a petulant child who was told no & lost his favourite toy, while acting like he didn’t specifically break that toy. he went from someone who was level headed, if an absolute asshole to a whiny manchild who spent the entire volume crying in a jail cell about how he was gonna kill his dead boyfriend’s boss because he doesn’t wanna admit he got him killed. & then he forgot about that in the last five minutes to cry about his potentially dead nieces, which only left me thinking, where was your concern about them the rest of this volume qrow? so yeah. on the shitty character list you go buddy.

ghira belladonna  —  i would change my mind & make this dumbass number one but he’s always annoyed me so i’m more settled with that emotion whereas qrow is a new development. but ghira is literally worse than annoying, he’s a useless character who takes up space & actively worsens the plot & the character  —  mainly blake  —  that he’s connected to. everything from his useless pacificism to the fact he’s a privileged faunus living in a mansion while his people are in huts to the fact that he’s now retaken the helm at the head of the white fang like?? what about his mentality has changed & how will that prevent another terroristic faction raising up in result of his negligence towards their people in favour of his own comfort driven pacifism?

hazel rainart  —  sir, your motivation is hokey & your hair is dumb & your braid ribs are giving me nightmares. originally i didn’t have as much of an issue with hazel infantilizing his grown twin sister because i thought we were at least going to get some rebuttal to this man using her death to metaphorically & then physically beat on ozpin. but no, he was validated & then had the gall to use her name in order to guilt trip ozpin in the “ no more gretchens ” line  —  like he hadn’t created dozens of gretchens in mistral with tyrian? sir you are a mass murderer  —  & then went out like an ass in one of the laziest redemption arcs i’ve ever seen. bravo, you suck.

adam taurus  —  he’s really not the highest on this list because i recognize that this is more because of milk & kornflake’s white comfort bleeding into their writing of a marginalized man & less of actually him as a character. adam is a bastard but he’s so much of a hate sink that i can’t take him seriously or hate him because of these traits; if mkek told me he killed puppies as a hobby, i wouldn’t hate adam for that, i’d hate them for continually making him edgier & edgier while ignoring their own racism around his writing.

scarlet david  —  this one’s a little bit of a joke one but also, i just hate this catty fay gay. get back in the closet sir because your face annoys me & your attitude stinks. i’m renting the down with cis bus just to run him over. ♥

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