#nothing bad with him but eh. I’m sure there’s better ones out there lol | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

athenasparrow · 1 year

Text

No. 20 - Old | Jily Micro March

Thank you for the prompt @jilymicrofics 😘

Summary: In which Euphemia isn't the only one in the family who can incite shenanigans : )

Read on AO3 | 1533 words

WhatsApp Chat

Private : Lily Evans, Kingsley Shaklebolt

Kingsley Shacklebolt : So how did it go?

And I need to know immediately bc not sure what to buy...

Ice cream to cheer you up?

A bottle of wine to drown your sorrows?

Boxing gloves to kick some ass?

Lily Evans : Can I choose all of them?

Kingsley Shacklebolt: That bad?

Lily Evans : And worse : (

You should be lucky you found a nice man.

They’re all gone.

Not a single good one left!

Two bottles of wine?

Kingsley Shacklebolt: I did snag a good one ; )

There are still a few out there Lils! We will find you one.

Two bottles? Easy peasy lemon squeezy

Lily Evans: Doubt it

Yes two, to fix my current state: stressed, depressed lemon zest

Or simply wallow in it.

Haven’t decided yet.

------------------------------------

WhatsApp Chat

Private: Lily Evans, Alice Longbottom

Alice Longbottom : Hi Darling!

I told him to wave to his godmother, but apparently pesky motor function isn’t happening yet.

Lily Evans: You don’t know how much you just brightened my day! Look at those chubby cheeks!

Don’t insult my godsons motor skills - he’s only three months old.

He’s got the best motor skills ever. Give him big kisses.

Alice Longbottom: Why does your day need brightening? Are you alright?

There’s a reason you’re his favourite.

Oh look, that sort of looks like a wave

Lily Evans : Nothing to worry about, just another bad date

King is coming over late to help me wade through the “grief”

He’s bringing lots of wine.

I’m fine really, this dating life is just getting quite old, you know?

I might just take a break from it all.

That’s totally a wave Xxxxxxx

Alice Longbottom: Oh you poor thing : (

That sounds amazing, I am jealous of you Lily!

Eh I feel that, but once the right one comes around it won’t feel so tedious, I promise x

Want to come over this weekend and see Neville?

Lily Evans: You better be right Al!

You know I do.

I’ll bring lunch : )

------------------------------------

WhatsApp Chat

Private: Petunia Dursley, Lily Evans

Petunia Dursley: <attachment>

Please choose a gift from my list for my birthday

Don’t use red wrapping paper, it’s hideous

Lily Evans : Red paper coming right up See you Saturday Tuney.

------------------------------------

WhatsApp Group Chat

Members: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Blake Rathborne, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin: Does anyone happen to have an extra wallet with their stuff from last night?

Blake Rathborne: Nope, nothing here sorry

Didn’t think you’d leave your wallet in your pocket Remus.

Gay clubs get a bit handsy

Sirius Black: Remus loves it when I get handsy with him ; )

Remus Lupin: That is irrelevant since it wasn’t, in fact, my wallet

James’ is missing.

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Well that makes more sense.

Straight men, honestly.

Sirius Black: LOL

Remus Lupin: ????

I’m going to assume nobody knows about it then??

I’ll email lost and found at the club on the off chances it turns up.

And break the news to James that he’ll have to cancel his credit cards.

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Posh bastard.

------------------------------------

WhatsApp Chat

Private: Sirius Black, Kingsley Shacklebolt

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Did you post it?

Sirius Black: Yup Did it this morning

Should arrive over the weekend

Can’t give Remus time to get suspicious

WhatsApp Group Chat

Members: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter

Sirius Black: Rise and shine sleepy heads

Good news Prongs, found your wallet

James Potter: After all that shit you gave me last night you have it?

Remus Lupin: That’s great. I’ll call the club when they open and tell them to ignore my email

Sirius Black: Found, not have

Club has posted it to you

Remus Lupin: A club we live fifteen minutes away from has posted us something?

James Potter: lol yeah, I’ll just go grab it now

Sirius Black: dunno too late I think

Said they’d posted it

James Potter: Okay fine

But with my wallet gone, you’re buying me lunch Padfoot

Sirius Black: I’ll be there in 10

------------------------------------

WhatsApp Chat

Private: Lily Evans, unknown

Lily Evans: Hello! Realise this may seem a bit random, but I think someone just accidentally mailed me your wallet by mistake?

I hope this is the right phone number, but if it’s not and you know a “James Potter” could you send through his contact details please? - Lily

Unknown: Oh, hello Lily! Yes, I’m James. So sorry about that not sure how it happened.

I can come by and pick it up?

A relief to know where it is.

Unless you’re not comfortable with me coming

I can meet you somewhere

Or feel free to leave it on a bench or something

Hmm, that sounded like a drug deal

*Unknown number changed to James Potter

Lily Evans: You can come by, it’s fine

I’m sure we can manage without the drug deal

This is me <maps.google.com/droppedpin>

James Potter: But what if I’m a serial killer???

I’ve always wanted to be part of an illicit drug drop

I’m pretty sure my mum would murder me though

But might be a rather exhilarating experience

I’m on my way

I am happy to meet on the street if you’re more comfortable!

Lily Evans: I’m pretty certain serial killers don’t announce themselves like that

And wouldn’t suggest public spaces for meetings

And lol, wouldn’t you be into killing men anyways?

Incase you didn’t know, I’m a woman,

Unless your sexuality has arisen from a deep-seeded hatred for women?

Exhilarating for a moment maybe, I’m sure the night spent in jail would bring the excitement right down.

Neighbours are moving today so just come on up.

Apartment 526

James Potter: What? I’m lost now

Lily Evans: What??

James Potter: Why would I be into killing men or hate women?

I’m in your lobby

I’m coming up

Lily Evans: Because of the sexual aspect of serial killers?

You know? Because you’re gay you would kill men???

James Potter: I think there’s been a misunderstanding here

I’m not gay

Hold on I’m on your floor

Is it okay if I come to your door?

Cut for eventual smut

Lily frowned at her phone and moved to her entrance, grabbing the package from the console and heaving the door open.

She glanced to right to see a a very fit man with ruffled curly hair, black jeans and bright hazel eyes that danced behind his square glasses.

A very gorgeous man who was apparently not gay.

“Hi” she called “I’m just over here”

He threw a lopsided grin at her and started making his way over.

“I’m Lily” she said extending her hand and smiling at him when he reached her door.

“James. As you already know” he said grinning ruefully.

“Not gay James” Lily corrected him, biting her lip as a laugh bubbled out of her.

“Yes. Why did you think that?” James said, his brow furrowed “I’ve never been told I give off a gay vibe”

“You don’t” Lily said “but…well…look” she extended the postmarked package his wallet had arrived in.

“What?” he said glancing down at it.

“Well, the return address is a gay club” she said laughing “I’m sorry I made assumptions, but”

“Oh yeah right, of course” James said laughing awkwardly “nope, definitely straight, just there with my mates”

“It’s a fun club” Lily agreed “my friend Kingsley loves it. Used to go there every weekend when he was single”

“Kingsley Shacklebolt?” James asked suddenly.

“Yeah, that’s him!” Lily said smiling “I think he was there this last weekend with his boyfriend. Did you meet him?”

“Yeah, I’m Sirius Black’s brother”

“Oh I have heard about you. I suppose I just didn’t put the dots together” Lily said smiling at him. God, he was fit .

A clap of thunder alerted Lily to the fact that the sky had suddenly decided to open and her sofa was about to get drenched.

“Shit” she cursed running to yank the window closed.

It was easier when a second pair of joined, helping her move the old window back to latch closed.

Lily felt her breath hitch as she registreed the hot press of his body against hers.

He seemed to realise he was flush against her.

“Sorry” he said hastily, stepping back to create distance between them.

Lily suddenly felt overwhelmingly hot even though the cool thunderstorm had blown in a draft.

Her eyes flicked over his soft lips where his tongue darted out nervously. Lily had the sudden urge to taste him. She pulled her gaze away to meet his own, only to notice it was darker than when they’d last locked eyes.

Fuck.

Lily wasn’t even aware she’d moved, but her mind came back into her body at the sizzling feel his lips left on hers.

He was delicious.

She fought the moan he pulled out of her, before giving in when his warm hand slipped under her shirt.

“Shit, you sound amazing” James murmured.

Lily lost herself in his lips until his hand traced a questioning circle around her thigh and she became aware enough of her surroundings that she realised they’d migrated to the couch.

As she pleaded with him to touch her, a faraway thought crossed her mind.

Perhaps dating wasn’t getting old after all.

#jily au #jily #james potter #lily evans #jple #jily love #jily fic #jily microfic #athenasparrow #athena writes march micros #sirius black #remus lupin #Effie is not the only schemer in the family #jily fluff #athena's library #athena's microfics #athena's smut

56 notes · View notes

strawbrygashez · 1 day

Text

Shane Carver Hcs even tho no one cares about the movie other than me 🥲

•Very mentally ill. I feel like he has a long list of mental illnesses but the first ones that comes to mind are bpd and some kinda form of schizophrenia. (I would love to hear anyone else’s opinion on that tho) His intense alcohol & dr*g usage does not help with this in the slightest lol

He also has trauma due to his brother passing and his abusive father. He also has real bad abandonment issues. Forming the cult/black circle boys gave him this HUGE ego boost and a feeling of being wanted. It’s one of the reasons why he’s so intense about people not leaving the group (along side him just wanting to serve Satan as best as he can.. and one of his members leaving is basically saying he failed him so..)

•It’s already canon pretty much but he loves Kyle so fucking much. I think it scares Shane even with how much he loves him. Like once Kyle began to break the cults rules, Shane knew something was definitely ‘wrong’ when he didn’t feel much of anything other than disappointment. Like yeah he did keep saying if he leaves, he was gonna have to die basically but (MAJOR SPOILER): he couldn’t even bring himself to kill him in the end. He was struggling so much in his mind over his love for him, his pain of being betrayed, ‘Satan’ possibly being displeased with him, and trying to tell himself he has to make Kyle follow the ‘brotherhoods rules’ and what ever else which led to Kyle ultimately over powering him.

•Before the actual 100% believing in and worshipping Satan stuff, he genuinely just wanted to be in a cool metal band growing up. Due to his living situation however, he was never able to get a guitar until much later or was never able to take classes for it. (Rip my boy 😔 thinking he would be able to shred out of nowhere)

•He hates Kyles girlfriends(?) guts so much. He can’t bring himself to actually do much other than just to yell at her since she isn’t in the cult and he probably didn’t wanna piss Kyle off so early on.

They seemed to be on okay-ish terms until she got all seriously flirty with Kyle. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he banned her from coming to any more of their ‘parties’ 💀

•He’s always a little shit but it’s even worse when he’s able to get Kyle to leave his gf behind to hang out with him instead. This loser will literally do this emoji face: 😋 at her before he puts a hand on Kyle’s back as they walk away together. He loves seeing her get pissy over Kyle not leaving him even tho she keeps telling him to.

•HE DYES HIS HAIR BLACK EVERYONE!! 🗣️ He would never let Kyle help him dye it until they start dating tho.. it’s too embarrassing and one of his ‘dark secrets’ otherwise 0-0

•He would have only ever genuinely tried to get better if he’d gotten with Kyle. I think Kyle would have made him agree to a couple things before they start dating. Like Shane can’t be unnecessarily cruel to Rory and people who genuinely did nothing to them. (Sometimes he lets it slide if it’s Shane being mean to strangers because eh. It’s Shane and that’s just him but he’s worried about Shane’s safety and just doesn’t see the point in fucking around with innocent people)

Shane obviously wouldn’t be perfect tho.. and wouldn’t try to start seeing a therapist or get on meds until much later on. I think the only thing that would make Shane actually see the point in changing how he is, is if Kyle stayed with him thru all his fuck ups bc that means Kyle does see something in him.. a glimmer of hope. Otherwise Kyle would have gave up real early on.

•Shane has no interest in ladies at all. He only called Kyles gf a ‘babe’ early on because he just wanted to come off all cool.

•I think Shane would have gave Kyle a lot of his old clothes or just lets him borrow them. Like I’m sure Kyle had bits and pieces of those gothic outfits he wore real early on but I think once Shane saw he was dressing more alternatively, he offered him some old stuff he doesn’t wear anymore. Like probably specifically his old more masculine clothes.

•If they were dating… bro sneaks into Kyle’s room from that window above his bed almost every night. (Kyle leaves it unlocked specifically for him) Shane especially loves the nights where both of Kyle’s parents are out because he’s able to convince Kyle to turn on some extreme metal as loud as his cd player can go and do some goofy ass moshing around his bedroom with him.

When they aren’t in the mood to be goofy, and maybe Kyle just needs a place to chill or calm down, Shane will just lay next to Kyle on his bed and not talk.. he likes those peaceful moments where Kyle is spooning him or playing with his hair while he’s zoned out more than he will admit..

•If he gave a shit about people knowing he’s gay (I can’t decide if either of them would care or not) I wanna see Rory accidentally walk in on the two kissing or something and be like “Oh! People were right about you two :3 it’s okay! I support! My cousin on my moms side has two dads-” and Shane just cuts him off by telling him if he says anything about what he just saw, he’s getting kicked out of the cult 💀 He’d also be pissed if he heard ppl spreading a rumor about them being together too… BUT I do like the idea that neither of them would care. They have each other so it doesn’t matter.

•CRINGE WARNING. One of their teachers calls Shane, Froggie (I’m pretty sure at least. I had no subtitles but it makes sense if u have seen the movie 🥲) AND I LOVE THINKING ABOUT Kyle calling him that to mess with him. Shane is already mad his name isn’t some demons name.. so FROGGIE…. IT MAKES HIM PISSED AF. Not really. He likes it only from Kyle.

•If Kyle would let him, he’d definitely paint his nails for him. Shane’s heart is beating out of his chest bc he’s holding Kyles hand but he’ll act allllllllll cool like normal.

•He loves watching Kyle swim :3 he has to keep telling him to join the schools swim team tho because he knows it will piss Kyle off. It’s worth getting splashed with water & his makeup messing up to see Kyle reactions.

•I think Kyle’s mom would like Shane tbh.. if he acted how he does when it’s just him and Kyle anyways! I can see him being really polite to her. It takes everything in him not to attack Kyle’s dad tho. Like he’s heard how Kyle doesn’t like him much already but when he sees and hears how he treats him while he’s over even.. he’s gripping the knife they gave him for dinner so hard.

Oh yeah Kyle hates Shane’s dad too!!!

•K + S, in a heart shape, is carved into one of the trees at the cults meet up spot.

•While I’m not sure if I hc Shane having ocd.. he can get kinda real serious about other people not messing up his stuff & he tried to land the dates for cult meetings on specific days, at specific times for one specific reason or another.

•Shane’s ‘inspo’ for the cults symbol was that he already had that carved into his shoulder before he even started the cult. He gave it to himself with a razor during an episode. And since he has abandonment issues, he thought what better way to always be connected to someone than a matching scar in the same exact place.

#black circle boys #Shane carver #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

4 notes · View notes

dialovers-translations · 1 year

Text

DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN Imajin Webshop Tokuten Drama CD “Goldfish Paradise: The Disaster of the Magic Goldfish” Part 1

Original title: ゴールドフィッシュパラダイス★魔金魚の災い」前篇

Source: Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN Imajin Webshop Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke, Tatsuhisa Suzuki & Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: I have been curious about this set of drama CDs ever since I saw the title. It just sounds so surreal, but everything can happen in the world of DL Tokuten CDs lol. That being said, for some reason the possibility of a fishing competition never even crossed my mind. This trio definitely is something I want to see more of though. Laito and Kino being trolls while Yuma is the only serious guy just makes for some a really funny dynamic. I’m definitely curious to find out what will go down in part two of this CD!

→ LIKE MY TRANSLATIONS? SUPPORT ME ON KO-FI!

Laito: …Pwaah~ There’s nothing to do. Even though I woke up early, I should have probably waited to leave the house until after sunset. I figured that hitting up town at an earlier time of the day might allow me to run into a different kind of woman, but I guess it’s not that easy. Haah-aahー I suppose I’ll kill some time at a random store until the night falls. …Wait, huh?

Laito comes to a halt.

Laito: ‘...Goldfish Paradise’? Has this bright pink entrance sign always been here? Hmー But this name…I feel like it could lead to an encounter with a youthful, feisty (1) girl! Let’s take a look inside!

He enters the store.

Laito: …Eh!? What’s up with this place!? There’s just one, dirty-looking pond in the very back of the shop…!? How am I supposed to enjoy myself here!?

Yuma walks up to him.

Yuma: …Haah!? I was wonderin’ who could have hit up this store, but if it isn’t Mr. Fedora from the Sakamaki’s… I didn’t think a bean sprout like yerself would have the guts to take part in this competition.

Laito: Hah? Competition?

Yuma: Yeah! This is the venue for the 10th edition of the Goldfish Fishing Competition!

Laito: I didn’t know that! I only came in hopes of running into a feisty young lady!

Yuma: Sorry to burst yer bubble mate, but the only people you’ll find here are a bunch of old geezers participatin’ in the competition.

Laito: Haah!? Excuse me!? Hmー It kind of feels like I got scammed…

Yuma: Anyway, if you’re just gonna stand there and do nothin’, then just go home already. The less rivals, the better for me.

Laito: So, how come you’re taking part of this competition?

Yuma: Ya see, while it may sound like a pretty borin’ competition, the prize money’s nothin’ to scoff at. I want to use that money to buy myself a new mini tractor!

Laito: Haah!? A tractor? Could you think of anything less attractive? I’m sure there’s more exciting ways to invest your money!

Yuma: Ah…? But with a tractor, a whole new world of possibilities will open up for me!

*Rustle*

Kino: …Excuse me. Could the two of you quiet down a little?

Yuma: …Ahー ‘m bad. …Wait… You’reーー!? Kino!? What are you doin’ over here spread out underneath a beach parasol? You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!

Kino: Hah? That’s none of your business is it?

Yuma: Listen. People are here to fight it out. It’s not some place to fool ‘round! Anywayーー Don’t tell me ya wandered in here by mistake as well?

Kino: I didn’t. I only came here because someone told me there was a gaming competition being held. While analog games are outside my area of expertise, I don’t really care as long as I can claim the prize money so I do plan on participating. I’ve filled out all the necessary forms as well so there’s nothing you can complain about, is there?

Yuma: Che…Well, I guess I can’t give ya crap if you’ve properly registered.

Laito: Hmー Well, I’ve got nothing better to do, so I suppose I’ll participate as well. …Well then, Kino-kun, allow me to sit down next to you.

*Rustle rustle*

Kino: Aah…? There’s not enough space, so back off.

Laito: Oh come on! I want to at least get a little taste of that ‘Paradise feel’. Come on, make some space.

*Rustle rustle*

Kino: Che…I ran into a duo of annoyances. I better win this thing real quick so I can go home, or else I’m going to end up stressed out.

Yuma: …Ah? I’m obviously takin’ this win! If ya wanna go home that badly, then just drop out right now!

Kino: No way. I need the prize money to compensate for the 100 back-to-back gacha pulls I went for in my game, or else Yuuri will not let me live it down.

Laito: Heeh…You’re quite the impulsive buyer, it seems? Then again, taking those kind of risks is all part of making the game more fun, isn’t it?

Kino: Heehー You sound like someone who knows the real joy of life.

Yuma: Haah…Somehow I ended up with some strange company.

They can hear commotion in the background.

Yuma: …Woah there, seems like we’re gonna start soon.

Laito: Hey, Yuma. Can you give me a quick and easy rundown of the rules?

Yuma: Haah…? Why do I have to bother explainin’ that shit?

Kino: Usually I’d rely on Yuuri for those kind of things, but since he’s not here with me today, I’d say you’re the next best candidate since your name only differs two letters (2) from his.

Yuma: Hah! I didn’t come here to be yer damn babysit! Listen up, since all three of us are competin’ in this thing, we’re basically rivals. So what makes ya think I’d do ya fuckers that sorta favor?

Laito: Che…I bet it’s just about who can reel in the most goldfish, right?

Yuma: …W-Who knows!

Laito: Well, it seems like the rules are easy enough to figure out ourselves. Which just leaves figuring out where the best place to fish is…I have to say, it’s a little ‘fishy’ how you haven’t moved at all from your spot, Yuma~

Yuma: …!? W-What do ya mean, ‘fishy’!? …I-I just like the view from here, that’s all! So leave me alone!

Laito: The view, you say…? All I can see is an old man in a tank top sitting about. How is that supposed to motivate you? If you can only come up with such lousy excuses, you’d be better off just saying nothing at all.

Kino: It’s kind of unfair to try and keep the winning strategy all for yourself, don’t you think? It’d make for a much more exciting competition if everyone actually has a chance at winning.

Yuma: Fuck off! As if!

*Whistle*

Laito: Oh! Seems like it has started! Umー Let’s see…

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: This is what I’d use as bait, right…?

Yuma: Idiot! Don’t just enter someone else’s fishin’ spot and take their stuff without permission! Are you a thug or somethin’!? Fuck off!

*Rustle*

Laito: What’s this~? Your reaction seems a little off? Could it be that there’s some kind of hidden secret behind this bait?

Kino: He might be trying to cheat, so I believe this calls for further investigation. Now then, hand it over.

Yuma: Haah!? Don’t be all suspicious of me! …God, I went through a lot of trouble to buy these but I guess I have no other choice…If ya want it that badly, ya can have some. Here ya go!

*Thud*

Laito: Woah there…Uwah! What are these!? They’re wriggling around and have a bunch of legs…This is out of the question…!!

Yuma: Hehe. I got it from the fishin’ store ‘round the corner ‘cause those creepy crawlers whose name escapes me at the moment are well-known for lurin’ in lots of fish. I’ll share some with ya guys so ya better accept it now!

*Woosh*

Kino: Uwah! Don’t throw it!

Yuma: Ah!? Oh come on! This is the real deal! If ya hurl one of these suckers into the pond, the fish will comeーー

Laito: Aaah, stop, time out! I don’t need you to explain in vivid detail! It’s giving me goosebumps…!

Yuma: Haah!? Everyone knows that live bait works best when fishin’, right? If you can’t handle this, then ya can forget ‘bout takin’ home the trophy.

*Wriggle wriggle*

Kino: Uwah…I can’t believe this guy has no issue touching bugs with his bare hands…Hey, while you’re add it, could you put one of those on the hook of my rod as well?

Yuma: Don’t wanna. Do it yerself.

Laito: Uwah…There’s just no way…What to do now? Do I have anything on me which could serve as bait?

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Ah, right, right! I completely forgot! I brought these macarons Reiji made with me, hoping to enjoy them together with some cute girls! If I put one of these on the hook…

*Rustle*

Laito: This should do! It’s sweet, so the female fish should flock to this like bees to honey, fufu~ …I can’t wait!

*Plop*

Yuma: Ah! What are ya doin’!? In what world could ya fish like that!? It doesn’t make sense, does it!?

Kino: Hah…? Why are you acting like you’re Mr. Logic himself? These kinds of competitions are fun because you never know what might lead to a surprising victory. Well then…I suppose I’ll use this special blend of guava juice as bait.

Laito: Eh? But you can’t attach a liquid to the hook, can you?

Kino: I’ve seen people do this on TV before but…There’s an alternative method of pouring the bait directly on top of the water’s surface and then waiting for the fish to gather, you see?

Yuma: You’re talkin’ ‘bout purse seine fishing, aren’t ya? I mean, I’m sure that’ll allow ya to haul in a bunch of them as well, but can ya pull it off in a small fishin’ pond like this? Or rather, ya really think those fish are gonna get lured in by some sticky, sweet juice?

Kino: We won’t know until we try. That being said…

*Pshhhhh*

Kino: Uwah. It turned the water into a really strange color. I wonder what exactly Yuuri put in here?

Yuma: This definitely won’t end well! I can’t believe ya fuckers keep on usin’ this weird shit as bait…What if it drives away all the fish from my spot as well!?

Laito: Not my problem~! …Well then, I wonder if I’ll hit jackspot soon?

*Blub*

Laito: Oh? Could it be…I’ve got a bite? …Ey~!

*Splash*

Laito: Ah! I reeled one in!

Yuma: You’ve gotta be shittin’ me…I can’t believe a fish would latch onto a macaron! The goldfish ‘round here must be junk eaters!

Laito: Well, in my humble opinion, those wanting to sink their teeth into those creepy crawlers instead are the real junk eaters.

*Bubble bubble*

Laito: Huh? Kino-kun, isn’t the water around you bubbling?

Kino: Hm? You’re right…? What could it be? Maybe the goldfish have gathered, lured in by the juice?

Yuma: As if!

Laito: But I can see something red which looks like a goldfish. Kino-kun, why don’t you try reeling in your rod to check?

Kino: I was going to do that either way.

*Splash*

Kino: Uwah…! Something’s tugging on the rod!

*Splash*

Kino: Ah. I got another one.

Yuma: Haah!? I can’t believe he got two back-to-back like that!?

Kino: Hahaha! I’m reeling in a whole bunch of them! These fish must be real idiots!

Laito: Uwah! Impressive! However, I’m not losing either! I do feel a little bad for Reiji, but I’m going to use up all of these macarons.

*Plop*

Laito: Hahaha~ Amazing! This competition is a piece of cake! Let’s keep this ball rolling~!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #yuma mukami #kino #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

147 notes · View notes

kmze · 2 months

Text

Thoughts on 3x12-3x22 ok lots of thoughts again! I will say I’m not totally sure how I feel about this half of S3. While I was mostly entertained and I enjoyed some of the storylines it did feel like the show was going through the motions for much of this half. I think it had to do with the plans changing with Klaus and wanting to keep him alive for the spin-off. The Evil!Alaric and ring-that-makes-you-murder plot were zzzzzz and Esther was eh as well. I’m also not an “original groupie” I found most of the family annoying or boring especially at this stage so that probably didn’t help (I do like them better on the spin-off particularly Klaus and Bekah). While I don't care about the triangle back and forth the Defan scenes were mostly great and I did enjoy the focus on Stefan's addiction both with bloodlust and his personality.

3x12

Well Bill Forbes I don’t forgive you!

This show loves its deadbeat Moms, I tell ya! Also did they really make Abby abandoning Bonnie about friggin' Elena!?! This has to be the worst season for Bonnie and I put all that blame on Plec and Dries because they can't stand Bonnie getting anything!

Um Stefan is being way too dramatic about Elena kissing Damon, like come on man. Maybe if you weren't terrorizing her for the last few months she wouldn't have gravitated towards Damon. Even if you want to try and excuse it like "he was compelled to turn it off" his humanity was on for his most recent terrorist activity of threatening to drive her off a bridge! Damon deserved to be punched in the face though, no issues with that.

3x13

Elijah talking about the “exquisite beauty” of Tatia like we don’t all know exactly what she looks like she’s a friggin’ doppelgänger!

Stefan going to shake Klaus hand like “we have a deal… ON OPPOSITE DAY!” The murder boyfriends are fighting.

3x14

Everytime Klaus talks about someone betraying him I just cannot… have you met you? I do love how un-moved Caroline is by any of his romantic gestures because of that fact too.

Well Esther if Bonnie is the only reason you’re out of your coffin why TF didn’t you invite her to your ball! Forever and ever mad Bonnie didn’t get to go to the ball and wear a pretty dress.

How did Klaus draw Caroline so fast lol

3x15

I like how Elena is like “but Elijah?!” and everyone is like “anyway, let’s dagger an original!” because I agree! The hell I care about Elijah, already stabbed them in the back once.

This Alaric subplot with Meredith and the ring that turns you into a serial killer plot is very confusing and boring.

Nice to see Elena facing some consequences for bringing the Salvatores into everyone's lives and their actions always negatively affecting her friends. Caroline is such a good friend by being able to protect Bonnie there, and not make Elena feel too bad while making a great point. I mean they could have easily manipulated Elijah into backing off by playing up the "humanity and morals" bullshit he pretends to adhere by.

3x16

It’s kind of weird how the show randomly started hinting at Matlena being romantic, Matt just throwing his hat in the ring since he’s got nothing better to do.

Damon is a horrible sober sponsor.

We have reached the very strange point in my rewatch where DAMON is the least annoying member of the trio right now. He seems to be the only one who understands his brother is an addict, in all forms of life. Like he said Stefan goes from one extreme to the other, he cannot do moderation. He's either the good brother or the ripper there's no middle ground (yet). As soon as Stefan found out Elena kissed Damon he went back to the extreme "good brother persona" which, maybe if you weren't so comfortable with Damon BEING IN LOVE WITH ELENA while you were together this wouldn't have happened, Stefan. He hammed it up in 3x14 with soulful glances and manpain, that obviously worked hook line and sinker since he made it all about Elena. Then the terror at having to be the one to turn Abby to the point Damon knew he had to do it because he doesn't care (neither does Elena but that's a whole nother conversation). Then when she saw him with blood feeding on a girl he acted like everything is ruined! What I'm trying to say is Stefan is insane.

3x17

Damon and Elena arguing about who's better at teaching Stefan self-control when the answer is NEITHER LMFAO!

Elena wanting Bonnie's help to help Ric unbelievable, fix your own fucking mess for once.

I like that Caroline is using all the methods Stefan taught her when she first turned. When she told Jamie that Abby needs him and to not avoid her so she maintains her humanity with human connection. Just like how Stefan brought Caroline to the swimming hole to be with Matt and convinced Bonnie to give her a daylight ring (I miss my babies this is all I can get right now *sigh*). In general though watching Caroline's vampirism storyline has been wonderful! I have even more appreciation for it during this rewatch.

3x18

Now Elena is making Ric killing Caroline's Dad about herself and how bad she feels ugh SHUT UP. I should have kept a tally on how often this happens. I wonder if Caroline ever uses this against Ric, because I would "you didn't do the dishes like you said you would" "well you killed my Dad"

Klaus being like "you're torturing technique is subpar and your skills are lacking" to Rebekah about how she's draining Damon of vervain CTFU!

RIP Sage and Finn you were tragic but cute.

3x19

Caroline being so proud of Matt tricking Rebekah with the decade dance LMFAO I mean she is the EASIEST person to manipulate but we all gotta start somewhere!

Eh Caroline it's not just Damon who doesn't care that killing Klaus will kill Tyler, it's all of them but you.

Okay fine the Delena motel kiss was a great scene, congrats universe you win this one. They actually have been more tolerable this half of the season for me, probably won't last but I haven't wanted to roll my eyes during their scenes recently so baby steps.

3x20

Elena being like "oh you're not bias or anything" about Caroline being team Stefan instead of team Damon as if she doesn't have every right to be! The fact that Elena never acknowledges that Caroline's hatred towards Damon is a big reason that I dislike her immensely.

I'm sorry but the salt ring Esther put is ashgghdjhbdhbv did she use a dump truck!?! Crying!

The 1920s decor must be getting to Klaus’ romantic side because he tried to proposition both of his boos tonight. Trying to get Caroline to run away with him even though she can’t stand him. Then calling him and Stefan “strange bedfellows” wanting to rekindle their flame from the ‘20s even though he hates him. Oh well!

Steroline crumb!

3x21

Klaus stomping around the porch before using a soccer ball and picket fence for darts really sells it. I just love when Klaus is over-the-top in a funny non-whining way, I could do without the yelling in so many of his scenes.

Tyler saving Elena and saying "I'm not your little bitch anymore" was a great scene for him and overall he's had such a great arc the past few seasons. He's also just so devoted to Caroline and they have a great romance, and I think it's one of the reasons I can never get into the KC scenes. Because I do get the appeal and they have some good scenes (I like the chemistry in the "rescue" scene this episode) but ultimately Caroline never shows anything besides an attraction to Klaus and that's not my vibe.

I know a lot of fandom thinks Elena should have chosen herself instead of picking a Salvatore and while I do agree with that (she needed to pick lots of therapy and anti-depressants) it's kind of fundamentally not who she is. Elena loves love and being in love and because of that she's incapable of choosing to be alone.

3x22

I’m confused when Tyler swapped with Klaus, I think they answer that next season though.

Bonnie saying she's done be pushed around YES! I wish we got a real dark!Bonnie storyline though...

Forwood "I will run with you" scene *tingle* *sniff*

I don’t know if Stefan wasn't so off balance battling between extremes this season with his bloodlust and ripper/good brother personalities he would have made the same decision that he did, to save Matt over Elena. Watching it all unfold in a rewatch binge like this I noticed way more instances of that being pointed out (especially by Damon). Look I've heard all the reasons to why Stefan let Elena die, and yes he let her DIE because no one knew she had vampire blood in her system and would come back (even then he know she didn't want to be a vampire). No matter how you spin it "he didn't want her to hate him for letting Matt die" "he always respected her choice and didn't want her to have survivor's guilt" "insert any 'actually it was really selfless excuse' you've read" the fact of the matter is he looked at the love of his life drowning and saved her friend instead. That is so CRAZY!!! That his need to be the "good brother who respects Elena's choices" outweighed her life. I have even seen that he didn't save her because he feels so much regret for forcing Damon to turn and taking that decision away from him, but like when has Stefan EVER respecting Damon's decision to die? Everything he went through this season is because he wouldn't let Damon die, hell the reason he's dead now is because he wouldn't respect that decision! I think Stefan's psyche is so fascinating and how he's essentially an "addict" in so many ways. He does get better at moderation between all of his extremes (personality and bloodlust) though in later seasons, but right now he is hella hella crazy. I think this scene was pretty detrimental to Stefan in re: Elena because it meant Damon was right he's the one who was going to keep Elena alive. All I'm saying is there's a reason Paul Wesley hates this scene.

Lines that made me laugh:

Damon: Insulting a bunch of dead witches not smart I made the same mistake first time I came here (Damon was so smug someone else got to be tortured by the witches for once)

Caroline: I can hear every word you're saying about Damon and the vampire gigolo. (you know she was mad about it too)

Tyler: What's he gonna do, draw you another picture? (Trevino delivers this line with perfection LMFAO)

#tvd rewatch #tvd spoilers #delena for ts #forwood for ts #S3 rewatch #3x12 - 3x22 #k rewatches tvd

3 notes · View notes

nerdyenby · 7 months

Text

DR pt2 reactions (spoilers)

Episode 11

Opening scene hypeeeeeee!!!!! Love seeing them all work together, there’s definitely been a soft timeskip with Arin and Sora’s costume upgrades and how well they fit together

Lloyd’s handling Wyldfyre pretty well, respecting her boundaries while making sure she feels welcome anytime

Ray and Maya!!! Are they alive lol? Will we ever find out??

“The monastery works best when everything is in its proper place” *cue explosion*

Not listening to Zane is the cause of 85% of problems in this show

Kai and Wyldfyre’s rivalry is everything, actually

I will never stop gawking at the new animation, it’s so beautiful ;-;

Yayyyyyyy propaganda /s

Aye, Sora’s parents!!!! Seems like they’re having doubts mayhaps

Keep questioning authority kids, you’re getting there

Kids get it done!!!

I am begging all the water, fire/heat, and ice elementals to practice some critical thinking and remember that ghosts cannot touch water

The delivery on Nya’s “Whaaaaaat?!??” was so good lmao

“Eh, it never came up” LMAOOOOOOO he was so deadpan I’m dying

“How hard can it be?” Arin I stg why would you say that

Frohicky!!!!!!!

Lloyd is so awkward I love him

Arin and Sora having a handshake <333

Episode 12

We love a villain whose pride is 90% of the reason they fail

If they start deadnaming Sora I’m gonna throw hands

I was so ready for them to confirm Kai’s age, should’ve known better tbh

Lloyd is such a good mentor, I could cry

They’re playing catch :((

Lloyd’s little “that was the last of our dinner plates” lmao

Has the Bounty actually operated as a ship before? In the course of the show?? Kinda love that they’re treating her like an actual boat now

Merlopians!!!!!

GAY PEOPLE!!!!!!!

Revolution counter: 1

That was so funny and for what

If they make it through this episode without mentioning Bentho I will be so sad

WAIT is the crab controlling the merlopians instead of the other way around????

CALLED IT

So glad the merlopians aren’t the bad guys here

Episode 13

Kai isn’t handling not being the most unpredictable person in the group very well

Kai’s girlbossing his way through life, as he should

Zane being down to drink motor oil but not fly juice is so valid tbh

Frohickey and Zane’s dynamic is so silly I love them

Zane you literally have a human disguise lol, kinda love him being comfortable enough with who he is that he prefers to stay as a nindroid even in disguise tho

Is that his detective costume from prime empire???? Now I’m thinking about what the ninja’s closets look like

Wyldfyre causing problems on purpose my beloved, she’s such a menace, I love her

I’m really enjoying seeing all the seemingly forgotten species come back, have we seen these skeleton people since season 1??

“Ninjasplaining” IM DEAD

The lavatides have such fun character designs

How did the other realms know about the ninja before the merge? Like it makes sense, but how about the practicality of it??

“Ok this is just getting silly” this show makes me so happy you guys

Zane has a holiday, as he deserves!!

So ready to watch Zane lose a Zane lookalike contest, surely nothing could go awry

GULCH :D

Challenging Kai with a character even more headstrong and proud then him is such a good move, it provides so many opportunities to showcase how much he’s grown

Poor Zane, this man does not need another ship of Theseus crisis

Damn, I’m kinda emo over this message

LIGHTNING??!???!?

Episode 14

I miss Pixal so bad, man

Frohickey’s trying so hard, I would die for him

Sora honey, I love you but please check that cognitive dissonance, the things going wrong are not your fault, none of it is your fault.

This show’s comedic timing is everything, I never get tired of it

Fat rip to Clutch’s book, no brobrogoogoo today :(

“Long before the Merge, Djinnjago was destroyed” Nya, are you not gonna mention that you were the one to destroy it???????

“Bad news first: our mission was a failure, also we have no good news” Sora is so fucking funny you guys

Frohickey is having such a rough time, poor guy

Nya having a lightning dragon can be so personal

Sora the dragon’s name is Zanth!!!!! Best resolution to the “other Sora” thread imo

I love this guys attitude so much lol

Confirmation that Riyu’s a special lil guy <3

The depressed icon we never knew we needed

Arrakore my beloved

Zane and Frohickey’s friendship is so precious

Episode 15

I like how Kai and Wyldfyre didn’t have a specific moment of “oh hey you don’t suck” its just “we’re too similar and it’s kinda annoying but you’re cool sometimes”

Why didn’t we get to see Arrakore’s song :((

Nya’s being so chill with Arrakore being djinn, obviously he has nothing to do with Nadakhan but it’s still nice, he also seems massively less racist so that’s good

Nya’s dragon finally has a name, Jiro my beloved :))

Arin infodumping and Lloyd just “mhm-ing” my beloved

Asking nicely always works, apparently

I entirely forgot about Rapton lmao

Is it Cole time??? I want it to be Cole time

*motivational music* “all life is important” “… but that’s Rapton 🤨” I love Arin

HEATWAVE TO THE RESCUE!!!! Though where has he been up til now??

Lloyd being like “yeah sure, how impossible can it be?” and being entirely justified is the most him thing ever

COLE TIMEEEEEE HELL YEAHH!!!!!!!!

Episode 16

Cole and Nya hug <3333

Someone other than Zane mentioned Pix, a day for the history books

Glad to see Cole’s as OP as ever lmao

Oh they’re so gay

I didn’t even think about that, it’s so fascinating that the earth is unsettled by everything that’s happened

That’s so sad what the hell, so in character for Cole to just adopt a buncha orphans tho

WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK IM SO ABNORMAL ABOUT THIS

Sora I love you but that is the worst possible way to phrase that

Kai talking about the importance of other ways of helping and how combat isn’t everything and showing Wyldfyre a healing technique :(( I’ve been rewatching s1 and he’s come so far

Geo :(( things are better now, but change didn’t come soon enough for him and now he’s Lost

Borg mention!!!!!!

Also I love having a reference point for Sora and Nya’s skillsets, it’s also just so heartwarming to see adults who are wholly supportive and unafraid of younger people being better than them

Cole is so out of the loop lmao

Zanth :0

Oh you bitch

Cole and Geo are so in love :(

Episode 17

I entirely forgot about this plot point lol

Oh this is so dystopian

Kai in a mentor role means everything to me

They’re actually addressing Kai’s grief??? Hell yeah, fucking finally /lh

Alright, betting time: Jay or Pixal?

Lloyd and Arin are so silly, I love them

Zane???!?!!?!

Zane really just sat in that office, huh (/ref but it’s so vague I’d be shocked if anyone got it)

It’s a part of the realm of madness oh my goodness that’s hilarious

“Are they safe for people?” “No” *proceeds to shove them both in there*

Zane had way too much fun with that superhero landing lol

JAYYYYYYYYYY HOLY SHIT ITS JAY NINJAGO!!!!!!!

Zane is having so much fun this episode, he’s just getting shit done and looking great doing it

So we’re not getting Jay back yet? Rip

Zane is so polite what the heck

Episode 18

So Wyldness confirmed to be the same realm as Imperium???

Is Beatrix gonna have the same origin story as Kalmaar??

Nya and Cole’s friendship is so tender and caring, they’re besties your honor

LaRow trash talking Rapton to his face lmao

Rapton redemption arc!??!????!

It’s so interesting seeing the backstory of Ras and Beatriz’s alliance after it’s already fallen apart

Wyldfyre did not need to be told twice lmao

THAT ACTION SEQUENCE HELLOOOO?!????? THEY WERE THROWING AROUND THOSE GUARDS LIKE A FUCKING VOLLEYBALL

From a psychological perspective, Beatrix is fascinating

Revolution counter: 2!!!!!!!

Episode 19

Lloyd letting Kai take point on wrangling Wyldfyre only for Kai to immediately match her energy my beloved

“You have no idea how foolish some of us can be!!” Pffff “-no offense Lloyd” PFFFFFFF

Interesting to go the “non bender revolution” route considering how few elemental masters there are compared to avatar where benders are a vast majority, but it’s a villain whose power hungry so makes sense and I’m entirely down

The quips this episode are impeccable

They built an hq??? Hasn’t it only been a week or two??

So much is interconnected in this season I’m kinda not following some of it, but I love it

Percival monologue going off!!!!!!

Sora main character fr fr

Kai and Wyldfyre are everything

Kinda iconic that Nya just hasn’t mentioned that she found Cole lol

That scene with the guard was so good!!!! The suspense and the realization of just how deep the resistance runs…. It’s such a good moment

Love that as soon as Kai has Wyldfyre even slightly reined in he’s down to let loose and make messes with her, as long as it’s for a good cause lol

That extra delivered with that cry holyyy

Heck yeah Rapton redemption :D

Rapton out here with the guardians of the galaxy motivation and I’m loving it

The fight choreography in this show never ceases to amaze me, holy crap

Sora’s speech goes so hard, I’m tearing up

Finally got confirmation the og ninja are in their twenties, thank god

One thing about Nya is that she will never pass up an opportunity to call her brother stupid

Episode 20

Rapton calling Dorama a “washed up clown” is everything I never knew I needed lmao

The stakes are staking

The glitch effect??? Hello spiderverse!!!

The platonic love on display this season is killing me, they all care about each other sm :((

That Rapton Nya interaction was so good and for what

Sora’s parents >:(

Deadnaming their kid and guilt tripping her saying she “abandoned you,” damn Sora’s response is so fucking cathartic as a trans person with unaccepting parents

I’m just here for the ride and having a great time

Frohickey!!!!!!!!!

Lloyd doing ye ole Chosen One things, as he should

Kai and Wyldfyre hug <3333

Dragon heritage mention???? Mayhaps???????

That was cryptic, cool though

Lloyd sees so much of himself in these kids 😭😭😭

Jordana boutta get the Harumi treatment fr

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising spoilers #dragons rising pt2 #cw caps #cw swearing

13 notes · View notes

aceofstars16 · 8 months

Text

Headaches

Okay so...I found this old fic...I might share it on AO3 at some point too? But eh, I'll share it here first. (I put it on AO3 now)

It's like...a four year old fic, and I'm pretty sure it was going to be part of a continuation story I had for Gravity Falls. But it kind of works as a one shot too? I edited it a little, but it still has some of my old writing style to it lol

Also, don't ask me what is wrong with Stan, I'm like...pretty sure it was part of my idea for the continuation, with Bill kind of coming back, buuuut...for the sake of this fic maybe it's just some residual effects of Bill going into his mind? *shrugs*

Putting it under a read more because it's eh a fic, so over a thousand words lol

“Another headache?”

Stan waved his hand. “It’s nothing, I’ve had hangovers worse than this.”

Ford couldn’t help but frown. He'd seen Stan wince more in the past week than in the entire time he’d been back on this earth.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, Poindexter. Come on, we have work to do.”

Trying to brush away the knot of worry in his chest, Ford followed his brother out onto the deck. Just a headache. Ford knew better than that, he'd brushed aside a headache once…never again. But this was Stan, it could just be a headache. Then again, it could be something more.

-----

“Maybe you should take it easy.” Ford was hesitant to speak, seeing as Stan only seemed to get more stubborn when he brought it up, but the quiet grunts of pain coming from his brother scared him more than he’d like to admit.

“I’m fine. Besides, you wanted to…what was it? Study the stars or something with this.” Stan grumbled as he hammered a bolt into Ford’s makeshift beacon.

“Study the paranormal activities in the universe, yes. But it can wait, we won’t reach the next anomaly site for a few days. And it looks like a storm might be coming, so waiting would probably be best.”

In reality, setting up the beacon earlier would be better, especially if the storm was related to any disturbances in the multiverse, but Ford had put his work before his family for too long. Never again.

Stan huffed but looked at the clouds forming and shrugged. “Doesn’t look like it'll be a big one.”

“You never know. Come on, I’ll cook us something.”

“Is that supposed to entice me?” Stan quipped, punching Ford lightly on the shoulder – or lightly for Stan.

“My cooking isn’t that bad…though it did get me kicked out of a dimension once…How about I just heat up some soup from a can?”

“Fine, but none of that mushroom stuff.”

Ford tried not to show his relief at Stan’s acceptance of taking a break, and nodded. “Deal.”

-----

The ship rocked back and forth as the storm raged on outside. Stan’s snores filled the air as Ford stared at the notes in his new journal. But his mind wasn’t on them. It was distracted by memories. Bloody eyes, hysterical laughter, regret, and fear that froze him in his tracks.

Shaking his head, Ford tried to reason with himself. It was just his anxiety acting up again, he was being paranoid. Stan just had headaches from being at sea for so long, or from working a little too much. There were so many other explanations for it.

But as he looked at his brother, fear trickled down his spine. What if it really was more than Stan was letting on?

Pulling out the map, Ford quickly deducted where they were at, before searching for the closest city.

-----

“What do you need in town again?”

“Just some extra fuses and parts in case anything breaks.” Ford said quickly, looking at the address he had managed to find on the computer – he still preferred paper to electronics when it came to finding things, but he had to admit computers were a little faster.

“Can’t you just fix them with what we already have? Half of the boat is filled with junk only you know how to use.”

“Just taking precautions.” Ford said, waving his hand, though he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that Stan seemed to be acting more like himself. He didn’t appear to have a headache today, which was good. Though it could make this trip a little harder. Doubt crept into Ford’s mind. Maybe the headaches really were just something that would go away on their own. But the nagging worry in his chest kept Ford moving forward. He wasn’t going to gamble on this, not when it could hurt Stan.

Stan didn’t respond so Ford once again focused on finding the correct building. It was easier to spot than he thought, though he did notice the internet had it wrong. See, paper was better.

“Hey, that’s not a machine shop. Sixer, what is this?!?”

Ford had been expecting resistance, but he still let out a sigh. “As I said, it’s just a precaution. You’ve been having these headaches far too much for my liking.”

“You have got to be kidding me! I’m not going to some scam artist and paying them money for a headache that is just a headache!” Turning on his heels, Stan started marching back towards the ship, but Ford quickly bolted forward and grabbed his arm.

“Stanley. Please.”

Those two words stopped Stan in his tracks and he glanced back, meeting Ford’s eyes. An understanding passed between them, or maybe Stan just saw the worry Ford knew must have been brimming in his eyes.

“Fine.” Stan consented, but poked Ford’s chest. “But it’s a waste of time and when they say nothing is wrong you owe me some toffee peanuts and ice cream.”

Forcing a small smile on his mouth, Ford nodded. “Okay, though I doubt we’ll find toffee peanuts here.”

-----

They found toffee peanuts.

The doctor’s visit was, as Stan put it, a paranoid waste of time and money. And maybe he was right, maybe the headaches were just a result of stress, as the doctors said. But that didn’t stop the worry in Ford’s chest, in fact it almost seemed to be worse after the doctor’s analysis.

“Come on Sixer, cheer up. You can’t be right all the time.” Stan tossed an arm over Ford’s shoulder, a triumphant grin on his face.

A small smile touched the edge of Ford’s mouth. At least Stan was acting like himself, which was a good sign. Paranoia. Maybe thirty years in the multiverse had made him a little too suspicious of things.

-----

Days passed, and Stan seemed much better. Ford found his anxiety easing, if only a little. Yes, he still tried to keep an eye out to see if Stan was wincing or holding his head, but as far as he could tell, the headaches were gone.

“Just a little higher!” Ford called, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the beacon. The trip to town had added a few days to their anomaly trip, but now they were almost there.

“Always have to have it just right, hey Six-AGH!”

Ford froze as he saw Stan grab his head and fell to the deck.

“STANLEY!”

Rushing over to his brother’s side, Ford dropped to his knees. “Stanley?”

A groan was the only response and fear wrapped itself around Ford’s heart. He knew he should’ve insisted upon more testing, or medication, or something!

“Come on, let’s get you inside.”

Stan didn’t respond, but when Ford pulled him to his feet, he was standing mostly on his own, though he leaned heavily on Ford as they made their way inside.

Despite his own physical strength, Ford was panting as he helped Stan onto his bed – though maybe worry was a part of his fatigue. Plus, he wasn’t exactly thirty years old anymore.

As soon as Stan was lying down, Ford started rummaging around the cabin, looking for ibuprofen or any other pain reliever, along with ice and heat packs. All the while trying not to dwell on the fact that they were in the middle of the ocean, days away from the closest doctor.

“Sixer?”

Ford froze as Stan spoke and quickly rushed over with the few things he had found. “I’ve got you Stanley, here take these and you should-”

As he glanced up, the words stuck in his mouth. The world flipped and the air grew thin. Ford couldn’t breathe. He swore he could hear laughing, though maybe that was just a broken mind replaying sounds from all those years ago. From when he had felt blood falling from his eye, when Bill had used him. Only now it wasn’t his eye that was bleeding. It was Stan’s.

“No…no no no no.” It was the only word Ford could gasp out as memories, fears, total paranoia overtook him. Yellow eyes everywhere. Maniacal laughter. Crushing guilt. A mistake he could never fix. Screams mixed into the laughter, phantom pain raced through every inch of his body and there was no escaping it.

“And you thought you were the smart one, Fordsy.”

“Stanford Pines.”

“Fordsy Fordsy Fordsy”

“Sixer.”

“Outcast, just like us.”

Bill was everywhere, mocking him.

The voices blurred together. Ford could see them, he could feel them. Bill was in his head. Even though he couldn’t be, the metal plate kept him out. But he swore he could feel him.

“Sixer.”

A gasp turned into a sob was the only response Ford could make to the noise in his mind.

“Ford!”

Sharp pain shot through Ford’s head and he looked around, and he realized he was on the ship, staring at Stan – whose brow was creased with pain and whose eye was still bleeding – but who was gripping his shoulders, lifting him up from the ground.

“St-Stanley…”

“Ford, what…? Are you okay?”

“I…” His chest still felt tight, and Ford swore he could still hear Bill. It was only when he glanced at Stan again that he realized his brother was blurry through the tears in his eyes. And compared to Stan’s firm grip on his shoulders, he was shaking like a leaf.

“Ford, gosh darnit, TALK TO ME!”

“Bill…it…he…” Then a sob escaped his mouth. Ford hadn’t felt so broken in…well maybe it hadn’t been that long but that didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Arms wrapped around him and another sob escaped his mouth as he let himself hide in his brother’s embrace.

“That triangle is gone, Sixer. And if he comes back, I’ll punch him in his stupid eye. Got it?”

Ford couldn’t form a response, only a whimper escaped his mouth, but he managed a small nod and Stan’s arms tightened around him. He didn’t deserve such a good brother, after all he'd done, Stan was still there for him, hugging him when he was the one with a bloody eye and terrible headache.

“Got it?” Stan spoke again and Ford would’ve laughed if his mind and body weren’t so jumbled up.

“Got it.” Ford could only speak in whisper, but Stan seemed satisfied.

“Good.”

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #ford pines #stan pines #sea grunks #gravity falls fanfiction #aceo writes things #was that my tag? I do not remember it has been a looong time #call this practice for when I hopefully finish timetrapped lol #have fun and enjoy the writings of little - not as traumatized and broken me

7 notes · View notes

cozycrimesolving · 2 years

Text

Trust (Jimmy Palmer x Reader oneshot)

I couldn't think of a better title oh no

Other relationships: Tony DiNozzo & Reader, Jethro Gibbs & Tony Dinozzo

Warning: Violence and slightly gruesome implications (nothing you wouldn't see/hear on the show), also some bits might not be super realistic and a little cliche but i mean they were fun to imagine lol Note: This is an AU where Tony's still a homicide detective and the reader is his partner. Everything else is pretty much the same. Set sometime around season 2 since Jimmy is working at NCIS. also, (F/N) = full name wheeew this one went on longer than I intended. hope you have fun! ------------------

THUD!

Jimmy flinched and stared at the evidence that was slammed into the desk in front of him. The young detective across the table glared into his eyes and spread the pictures and info out for Jimmy to see. With all they had against him, Jimmy admitted to himself that it looked bad.

“So, Jimmy Palmer,” the detective said. “I’m Detective Anthony DiNozzo. I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but considering you killed a man, it’s really not. Now, it’s really late and I’d like to go home and catch an airing of Top Gun so let’s not waste time.”

Jimmy recalled what Agent Gibbs told him.

“Don’t say a word, Palmer!” Gibbs said, “When they say they can and will use anything you say against you, they mean it.”

“Using your right to remain silent, eh?” Detective DiNozzo asked. “Why don’t I go first then? It says here your occupation is… ah, right, you’re an autopsy gremlin. Bet that gives you a pretty good knowledge of the human body and ways to kill someone, doesn’t it, Palmer?”

Jimmy shifted in his seat as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

“Did you get tired of the criminals who get to live? Decide to take matters into your own hands? Bet you just couldn’t take it when Dirk walked free after everything he did to those poor families. You were disgusted and angry, rightfully so I admit, but in a lapse of judgement,” Tony slammed his hands on the table and Jimmy near jumped out of his skin, “You grabbed him and cut into an artery with this!”

Jimmy couldn’t help but stare at the scalpel thrown in front of him.

“Was that your idea of justice, Palmer? Did you enjoy watching him bleed out until he crumbled in front of you like a dry twig?”

Jimmy swallowed and forced himself to look anywhere but at Tony. Sick butterflies were swarming in his stomach, and he knew the color draining from his face wasn’t doing him any favors. He knew Gibbs would try his best to get him out of this, but with all the evidence, could Jimmy really blame him if things didn’t work out and Jimmy ended up in jail?

Another startling thought occurred to him. If he did go to jail, could he even survive an hour, let alone however many years he was sentenced? What if he was put away for life? Isn’t it bad news if you’re law enforcement? What if his cellmate was someone he’d helped put away? What if all the people there were people he helped put away? What if he was executed!?

Jimmy was snapped out of his thoughts when another detective entered the room and whispered something in Tony’s ear. Jimmy was mesmerized in an instant. He wasn’t sure if it was just his current lack of emotional stability, but he couldn’t help but stop and think she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Something about her very presence was comforting.

She must be the good cop, he thought,

DiNozzo sighed. “(Y/N), stay with this guy. I’ll take care of his boss.”

As Tony got up to leave, Jimmy couldn’t hide that he felt a bit relieved.

“Hi. I’m Detective (F/N),” she said, “I’d like to ask you a few more questions while my partner talks to your boss.” When Jimmy said nothing, she continued, “Gibbs seems like an honorable man. If he trusts you, there must be something to it. Care to explain your side of the story, Mr. Palmer?”

“Not a word!” Gibbs’ voice echoed in Jimmy’s mind.

“Uhm, well,” Jimmy heard himself say, “I, I-I had heard a commotion, and, uhm, when I got there, he- he was already stabbed. I-I only kneeled down to, to try and help him. That’s all! He was bleeding out, I had to do something.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow as she looked into his eyes. Jimmy felt different butterflies in his stomach and scolded himself for having a crush at a time like this.

“You wanted to help him?”

Jimmy, against the mini Gibbs’ protest in his head, replied, “See, uhm, I’m in med school and I-I wanna be a doctor. We, we don’t label our patients as ‘good guy’ or ‘bad guy’... A patient is a patient no matter who they are or what they’ve done.”

The detective seemed to be considering his answer. “I see.” She bit her lip and studied the evidence in the table. Jimmy noticed a familiar look of doubt and hesitation on her face, one he often wore at work despite Doctor Mallard’s reassurance that his input mattered. Then, that look was replaced by one of shock as she stopped at one of the crime scene photos.

Wow, her eyes were breathtaking.

“Call me crazy,” she whispered, “but… I think I believe you.”

———————

Meanwhile, Tony came face to face with an angry, silver-haired man at the front desk. Tony introduced himself and decided to go straight to business. “Sir-“

“Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. Naval Criminal Investigative Service. I want my man released,” the older man said before Tony could finish.

“Well, ‘Special Agent Gibbs’, I’m sure as a navy cop you’ve got good judgement but I’m not releasing your man just because you ask. I want to see his innocence in big blinking letters.” Tony made what he thought to be blinking motions with his hands. “As much as I respect a brother in law enforcement, I can’t ignore that my gut tells me your guy is involved somehow.”

Gibbs seemed almost amused. “Oh yeah, Detective?”

“Yeah, and your guy isn’t going to be released until we can figure out just what it is he knows, so you can march yourself on out of here and let the ‘little guys’ handle this. I don’t think this quite counts as your jurisdiction anyways.”

Gibbs didn’t answer right away. Tony could read a hint of concern on the man’s face as he stared past him, toward where Jimmy was held. “Your gut telling you he’s guilty?”

It was Tony’s turn to take a moment to answer. “If he’s innocent, I’ll make sure the kid gets back to you, I promise.”

There it was again, something that seemed like amusement in the older man’s eyes. Tony didn’t know what to make of it.

“You keep him safe, DiNozzo,” Gibbs said. “He’s a good kid.”

———————

“You- you believe me?” Jimmy asked with hopeful eyes.

(Y/N) bit her lip in concentration again. She squinted at something in one of the photos, then looked over Jimmy’s personal file. “We may have overlooked something when we arrested you. You were pretty distracting,” she thought out loud as her lack of experience in interrogations began to show.

Jimmy felt flustered. He didn’t hear much of what she said for the next few seconds. A beautiful woman found him distracting? He knew what she really meant by that and shuddered to remember the girlish screams he had made during the arrest, but he also knew he was crushing hard and that meant his intelligence was dropping fast. “You can’t have a schoolboy crush on someone who’s about to arrest you, Palmer!” Gibbs shouted in his head. “If I could slap your head I would!”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Jimmy said out loud without thinking.

(Y/N) looked up. “Pardon?”

“Uhm!” Jimmy felt his face flush. “I-I- th- uh-“ he tried to get his dumb, mouth to speak, “No- uhm- what, what were you saying?”

Jimmy heard the cutest soft giggle he’d ever heard. “I was saying I noticed how many cases you helped close already and I was impressed by your career?”

Jimmy died a little. He must have looked like an arrogant fool. “Oh! Uhm!”

She smiled, “don’t worry, I could tell you spaced out. I think you may be innocent.”

“What- why?”

“Well, call it a stretch, but you’re right-handed, and his injury looks more consistent with a left-handed assailant. Plus, you just…” She paused and looked him in the eye. He felt like he was gonna melt into a puddle. “You don’t have the eyes of a man who just killed someone.”

Jimmy sputtered out gibberish. Before he could say actual words, Tony swung the door open.

“(Y/N), let’s talk,” Tony said and nodded towards the hall behind him.

(Y/N) offered Jimmy a small, apologetic smile and followed Tony outside. As soon as the door closed behind them, Jimmy let his face hit the table with a soft thud in exasperation.

————————

“What do you think?” Tony asked once they were alone.

(Y/N) considered her answer. “He didn’t do it. If he has any involvement, it’s not intentional on his part.”

Tony sighed. (Y/N) could tell he had more to say, but instead he studied the floor. He leaned back against the wall and stayed in thought for a moment. “Okay,” he said with a light shrug. “What do you think we should do?”

The younger detective’s eyes widened. “You’re asking me?”

“Well,” Tony said with a small grin, “you are my partner. As much as I like working solo, when you have a team, you work as a team. You haven’t bounced an idea around in a while and any good detective needs experience. So, what do you think we should do?”

“I don’t, I don’t know. Did you talk to his boss?” Tony didn’t miss the deflection, but he still answered, “Yep. Says he’s a good kid. I see it too, but unless we can prove otherwise, I don’t think ‘he’s a good kid’ is gonna work any wonders with a judge.” (Y/N) nodded. “Good point.” She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “ Actually, I did see something… it’s not much, but I noticed that the victim's injuries are consistent with a left-handed suspect, not right-handed. Palmer’s right-handed. Also, I studied the crime scene photos and there's some things I want to double check on.”

Tony nodded, “Good enough for me. We can go check it out now.”

“Shouldn’t one of us stay with the suspect?” (Y/N) asked.

“I’m sure we’ll be in and out, and is he really a flight risk? I mean, kid seems too scared to move. Even if he did, I think he'd be comparable to Bambi.” He shrugged and began to walk away. “You can check on him. I’ll meet you in the car. Could ya bring the copies of the photos?”

(Y/N) realized her hands were empty. “Oh! I left them in the interrogation room! I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, (Y/N),” Tony said as he stopped and turned around. “I just want you to know trust you, okay? I want to hear from you, and you're a good partner. I know your history and I also know that you’re a good cop. If you need time, then fine, go take time, but if you’re gonna keep being my partner, try to make it a team effort, ‘kay? Throw your ideas around like uh…” He turned again to go, but didn’t leave before finishing with, “like stories at a campfire!” - - - - - Jimmy’s head was still on the table when (Y/N) walked back in. “Mr. Palmer?”

He jumped in his seat and lifted his head to see the young detective. “It’s okay! I never get sick! I was only on the table for a second, I’ll take vitamins!” “Excuse me?”

Jimmy was screaming inside. “S-Sorry, no, I meant, uh, I’m ready for more, um, interrogation!” “I’m actually just here to grab these files. Shouldn’t have left them here in the first place.” “Uh, let me help!” Though still handcuffed, Jimmy reached for the files and attempted to scoop them up for her, which of course ended up in him dropping the files and then trying to pick them up off the floor. Despite (Y/N) saying it really was fine, he still tried and in all the fuss, he hit his head on the table. With a short cry and a hiss he dropped all the papers and winced. (Y/N) winced with him, “Are you okay? I can get ice from the break room.”

“No no no no no,” he said, “That’s, that’s fine! Just a little bump. Maybe a bruise. Nothing, nothing serious!” “If you’re sure,” (Y/N) said. “Would you like me to at least uncuff you? I don’t think you’re a danger, except maybe to the table.”

And to my own pride, Jimmy groaned in his thoughts. “Uhm, yeah, sure. Thanks.”

(Y/N) slipped a key out of her pocket and walked to his side of the table. She came closer. Jimmy felt himself blushing again as he felt her smaller, gentle hands on his large shaky ones. His gaze then found her face and it wasn’t long until he was lost in her eyes again. For a few sweet seconds, he forgot he’d been arrested and couldn’t stop a huge goofy grin from spreading on his face.

“There,” she said. “I’ll be back.”

“Wait, Detective, can I say something?” Jimmy asked before he knew what he was doing.

She stopped and looked back at him. “Yes?”

“Um, thank you. Thank you for believing me. I, I feel better knowing that, that a good detective like, li-like you is trying to help me. I really do.”

Jimmy noticed a hint of a smile on her face and the faintest blush on her cheeks.

“I’ll do my best.”

———————

It had all happened so fast. (Y/N) shrank behind a wall and noted in dismay that she only had two shots left. Should’ve reloaded when I had the chance, she scolded herself. Heavy footsteps began to approach her and she felt panic rise inside her chest.

“Hey,” Tony whispered beside her. “You’re gonna be fine.”

“Tony,” she all but begged, “Don’t do anything stupid. I’m sorry I got us in this mess.”

The footsteps drew nearer.

“Look at me.”

(Y/N) looked at her partner. Despite the quick first aid, his arm still bled from being grazed by a bullet. She knew there was no way they could’ve known the actual murderer would be crazy enough to show up at the crime scene so soon, but somehow she still felt guilty. For a few seconds, it wasn’t Tony she saw bleeding out in front of her. The world started to get blurry.

“(Y/N)!” Tony called in a harsh whisper. “(Y/N)! I’m okay! I’m okay! You’re not gonna lose me too. I don’t regret trusting you and neither did your old partner, but I need you to stay with me, okay? You can do this, trust me.”

She opened her eyes again. Just before the murderer rounded the corner, (Y/N) heard another voice in her mind.

“Um, thank you. Thank you for believing me. I, I feel better knowing that, that a good detective like, li-like you is trying to help me. I really do.”

BANG!

(Y/N) rose back to the top of her game and jumped in front of Tony just in time. She landed her two shots and the suspect fell to the ground in a heap, crazed eyes wide.

(Y/N) panted. She began to feel cold and dizzy and her stomach hurt.

Tony reached out to catch her before she hit the ground. “(Y/N)! (Y/N) you’re gonna be okay!” He wasted no time in calling an EMT. However, he knew that they could very well be too late. Despair twisted his gut.

“D-Detective!?” Another voice called.

Tony’s head shot up to see Jimmy Palmer and his boss running towards them. There was no time to question it. “(Y/N)’s shot bad!” His eyes begged them for help before his mouth needed to.

Gibbs nodded, “Palmer, you stay here. I’ll grab the kit!”

Jimmy shifted gears and focused on (Y/N)‘s injuries. “Bullet went through?”

Tony nodded.

“Okay, we need to apply pressure,” Jimmy said, his voice almost devoid of emotion as he focused. He slipped off his shirt without a thought and pressed it against her abdomen. Tony put his sweater on the exit wound.

When Gibbs came back with a med kit, Jimmy did everything he could to keep (Y/N) afloat until she could be taken to a hospital. “You’ll be okay,” he whispered, “I-I promise I’m doing everything I can. Please just hold on, okay?”

“Mhmm,” (Y/N) slurred.

While Jimmy tended to (Y/N), Gibbs looked at Tony. “You good?”

“It’s just a graze,” Tony muttered. “He better save my partner. She’s a good kid too.”

Gibbs nodded. Sirens blared in the distance. “She’ll be alright.”

———————

Days later, (Y/N) woke up to a knock at her hospital room’s door. “Yeah, come in,” she called to the best of her ability.

The first thing she noticed when her visitor walked in was familiar brown curls. Jimmy held a fluffy teddy bear up for her to see. “The-the uh, the gift shop was kinda limited,” he said, “this was the best I could do.”

“You didn’t have to,” she said, though she accepted the bear with a smile. “And you didn’t have to keep visiting.”

Jimmy paused just as a nurse walked in to check on (Y/N)'s vitals. It didn't take long to do, but even in that little time and, the nurse caught the quick glances between the two and sensed there was something being left unsaid.

“Honey,” the nurse said, “your boyfriend here has been asking and asking about you and has been nothing but sweet to everyone here. You found yourself a devoted and kind man. Just thought you should know.”

Jimmy felt his face go bright red.

“Oh, he’s not…” (Y/N) blushed as well, “we’re not together.”

The nurse smiled as she finished up. “Well you better act fast then before someone steals your chance.”

A short but awkward silence followed after the nurse left.

“Uh... Tony told me what happened,” (Y/N) said after the awkwardness died down. “Thank you for doing what you did for me.”

“Oh, um, don’t mention it! I’m just glad you’re okay.”

(Y/N) offered him a grateful smile. Jimmy’s heart felt like it was going to explode.

“When, when you, uh, get out of here,” he rushed to say, “would you, maybe, uh, maybe, do you wanna go… hang out with me?” He winced at how lame he thought he sounded.

(Y/N) smile never dropped. “I think I’d like that, Jimmy.”

He loved the way his name sounded from her mouth. He couldn’t help the huge smile that spread on his face.

“(Y/N), you’re awake again!” Tony called from behind Jimmy. “Good to see you, kid.”

“You too. I’m glad you’re okay.” She waved to Tony, despite the pain that came from the movement. As she watched her partner wave back, she noticed someone behind him. “Tony, is that Agent Gibbs?”

“Ah.” Tony turned around to glance at Gibbs and nodded. “Yeah… there’s something I need to talk to you about.” He looked at Jimmy. “Mind if I have a more private word with my partner?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Go ahead. I’ll, uhm, get out of your way.”

(Y/N) and Jimmy exchanged one more glance that lingered longer than either of them would care to admit.

Once Jimmy left, Tony sat himself down on a couch held up his hands to motion as he talked. “You were right, you know. About the M.E. kid? He was used as a cover. The murder weapon was from a dissection kit we found in the bushes and fingerprints and DNA proved the kid's innocence. Palmer really fancies you, and not without reason." Tony paused to let (Y/N) soak the information. He had to stifle a laugh when he saw the gears turn and she became visibly sheepish at that last sentence he uttered. "Shucks, Tony," (Y/N) joked. "Anyway, ‘Special Agent Gibbs’ said he was impressed with both of us. So impressed, in fact,” Tony said as he slipped out a piece of paper from his jacket, “that he’s offered us a job.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide. “Both of us?”

“I couldn’t leave my partner now, could I?” Tony flashed a signature grin as (Y/N) stared in disbelief. “You wanna be a navy cop with me? All you gotta do to seal the deal is sign, apparently. Oh, and hey, Palmer works there.”

A light blush spread on (Y/N)’s cheeks. “Okay? Why do you mention that?”

The knowing twinkle in Tony’s eyes was impossible to miss. “Oh, I think you know.”

#jimmy palmer x reader #jimmy palmer/reader #reader insert #Tony DiNozzo & reader #a faint hint of Father/Son Gibbs/Tony #jimmy palmer #NCIS

110 notes · View notes

stina-is-a-punk-rocker · 1 year

Text

‘the maidens’ by alex michaelides, and a bunch of irrelevant tangents about my life because I find myself that entertaining

Much like people, there are some books that you find when the stars align. It’s like the Fates themselves intervene to provide you with a pocket of time that you’re so unoccupied and there’s literally nothing else better to do than the book equivalent of a one-night stand.

‘The Maidens’ came at the right place and the right time (lol that’s what she said): a Scrabble competition, everyone else being very good at Scrabble and me being very bad, and no other pdfs on my phone.

In retrospect, it’s a solid 6/10. I’ve read worse (hello Wattpad), but I’ve definitely read better, and as far as books go, it’s pretty… forgettable. I have the rare luxury of not having come from The Silent Patient to have a bias about Alex Michaelides’s work (despite me being told numerous times by numerous associates to read it. I have this thing where the more you tell me to consume a certain piece of media, I either don’t do it, or I do it out of spite. It’s called being a petty motherfucker), so the only opinions I had were nice cover + cool font. Which are the only opinions you should have about a book before you read it, in my opinion.

Spoilers ahead, so be warned. Be very, very warned. Also, trigger warnings for pretty dark subject matter, which anyone who’s read the book already knows, so I’m gonna include that under the spoiler umbrella.

I’m a tad hesitant to call it a dark academia, although I feel like that’s what was attempted. Sure, there are a couple of references to Greek mythology and literature sprinkled here and there, but it’s more like a bad sitcom referencing pop culture than anything that provides substance to the plot. It’s one of my biggest gripes with the whole book- everything from the title to the synopsis is a red herring; and, like, not that you can’t do a little hoodwinking here and there, but this is just disingenuous.

It’s the most obvious and yet the most vexing mystery ever, because- it’s kind of obvious that it’s Zoe. But her motive, and the way she goes about it is so… it just doesn’t sit quite well in my stomach.

Being traumatized does not excuse someone from traumatizing others, and there’s a discussion to be had about media villainizing traumatized characters. On the other side, there’s a way to craft a, for lack of a better word, ‘evil’ traumatized character that still humanizes them and doesn’t make them come off as a Scooby-Doo villain. Zoe’s gone through some pretty horrific shit- losing her parents at such a young age, a paedophilic uncle, and that uncle manipulating her even post mortem. And then she went on a killing spree, and tried to frame her professor for the murders, and almost killed her aunt- which, as we can all agree, are Bad Things to Do. And here’s where I came to the realization that, ah. Alex Michaelides is a dude.

Another discussion: can male writers do justice to traumatized female characters?

Because Zoe isn’t the only one. Which brings us to our heroine: Mariana, whose beauty never scared me, but it did make me want to put my head through drywall.

It’s the white woman in a horror film all over again. And it’s especially agonizing, cos this bitch is supposed to be smart. But she’s not. And it bothers me (picture me saying this in an increasingly whiney voice).

She suspects Edward Fosca killed those girls? What better way to deal with this revelation than having dinner with him alone! And getting drunk! She’s dealing with a patient who’s definitely harming himself and potentially a threat to others? Eh, forget about him (also, leave Henrys out of this, they get such a bad rep). She constantly acts on impulse and it’s painful to watch- telling literally everyone she meets and has one (01) conversation with about the Super Kool Mystery she’s solving, attacking Edward Fosca for some inane reason I can’t even remember, and fancying herself a member of the Famous Five when she’s more Secret Seven.

And the writing is just one step away from E. L. James’s inner goddess, cos Mariana’s reading facial expressions like tarot cards and I get that it’s probably meant to rub in the fact that she’s a therapist but imagine you’re reading a book about a dentist and they start talking about the oral hygiene of every person they see. It’s corny as hell, reading about the anger in whoeverthefuck’s eyes and the complicated look in someone else’s like. Give it a fucking break.

Honestly, the other characters are pretty irrelevant, and are either red herrings (Edward Fosca) or mostly irrelevant (Sangha, Clarissa, the other Maidens) or supposedly relevant but still end up being pretty irrelevant (Sebastian, who is, as the youth say, problematic, but also too romanticized initially for me to ever believe in him).

It’s easier to be lenient with this book if you came in expecting a digestible thriller, but if you were expecting a dark academia like I unfortunately did… expect to be disappointed.

#the maidens #alex michaelides #i read a book after a billion years mother be proud of me

10 notes · View notes

sarcasticsra · 2 years

Text

I’ve always been very “death of the author” as far as media interpretation goes. Once you put something out into the world to be interacted with, your “authority” over the text, as it were, is gone. Media belongs to the people who consume it, and your voice is now just one of many.

So you can write something and intend one thing, and maybe I can see your intention, but there’s no guarantee I’m going to be convinced by it. I’m going to interpret it through the lens of my own values and experiences, and maybe we’ll line up, or maybe we won’t, and either way can be just as correct.

If the intention was to showcase selfishness on Rue’s part by the stopping of the marriage, that part specifically just doesn’t sell for me. I could see it better if we didn’t have the revelation that they were kidnapped into their court. I could see it better if the “negative” consequence of it was more than that a court didn’t gain status. I could see it better if they hadn’t spent literally millennia organizing Blooms for others. Hell, I could see it a lot better if it wasn’t made clear that Apollo fucking sucks and Grabalba is 1000% better off now, happy with an actual love match. That context in particular reads, to me, as textual support of Rue’s action there being correct—they did this, and oh, turned out it was a good thing after all.

But on its own, literally nothing will ever make me give a fuck that a court just lost some status? Political arranged marriages for power are in fact terrible, lol. So the concept of one being prevented as a “negative” just falls super flat to me, right away. I just don’t care. It’s like, oh, okay, too bad for you? Sorry your dumb hierarchy didn’t gain influence and power? If we had some indication that Apollo and Grabalba really had been secretly in love, or that the Goblin Court was closer to BINX’s court in structure and the marriage symbolized some kind of changing of the status quo, or that something tangibly tragic had happened like with the Court of Craft because of it being called off, I’d be more inclined to buy it. Any of those would be amazingly juicy unintended consequences that would showcase the action being shortsighted. But… “the other terrible royalty won’t respect us now :(“? Hold on, let me find my tiny violin…

Taken all together, for me, all I see in this action right now is a person who has been putting other people ahead of themself for thousands of years, ignoring their own values, and something in them finally snapping, finally saying, “this is dumb and wrong and I’m stopping it,” and finally deciding to do what they think is right (followed by the consequences seemingly supporting that decision). Is that selfish? I guess? If it is, it’s fully 100% necessary selfishness. It’s a “put on your own oxygen mask on the plane first before assisting others” level of selfishness. So I don’t see it remotely as a negative. Particularly as Hob desperately needs some of that brand of “selfishness” for himself.

And like again, I fully get what it means to Hob personally, and that part definitely makes the revelation juicy as hell, (and so befitting the genre) but I also know his perspective is genuinely super warped. So while I feel for him and his pain, I’m also over here like, “but it doesn’t matter, Hob, because you have inherent worth outside of the honor of a court. You have worth just for being you. You just need to see it.”

(And there’s the part where if he had gotten Rue’s letter, maybe he would have started to see it, because his interpretation of their actions would’ve been directly contradicted, and it might lead him to eventually wonder what other interpretations of his were incorrect.)

Now, as a caveat, we do still have one more episode to go, so I’m willing to be convinced, if there’s more to it, for sure. As it stands now, though? Eh.

And for the record, while I do think Rue displays some selfishness (though, it must be pointed out, still a hell of a lot less than most of the other archfey we’ve met), I just currently don’t buy this as an example of it. It’s been shown far more convincingly, for me, through their relationship with Wuvvy than with Hob, IMO. (Thinking of the Command spell in particular right now but I know there are a couple other moments.) And it’s important to remember, just like Hob’s behavior, it’s also tied up in a whole host of survivorship trauma, a persona as a defense mechanism for the court they are a captive to. Both Rue and Hob have sublimated their true selves as a response to the traumas of their courts, but it manifested as grandiosity on Rue’s part, to keep themself safe through being a facilitator, above it all, “you might not hate me if I’m entertaining you,” and subservience on Hob’s part, to keep himself safe through being a tool, waiting for orders, “you might not hate me if I’m of use to you,” which is both an amazing parallel and delicious contrast. They truly are two sides of the same coin.

God, I just love this season so much. I don’t even normally dig Regency-esque stuff because misunderstandings as a trope 99% of the time only make want to yell JUST FUCKING TALK TO EACH OTHER but something about the way this one has been done is just, ah. Chef’s kiss. Perfection. Inject the tropes straight into my veins, thank you.

#acofaf spoilers #acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #battlemaster of ceremonies #I JUST LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH #i just want them to be happy #communicate with each other #be in love #find a good therapist #and heal together #dimension 20

45 notes · View notes

erinhime83 · 1 year

Photo

I know, I’ve been slacking on these. Technically, I’ve had these three down for a couple of months now, but thanks to focusing on WfS, I neglected to finish them up and post them. >.< I’m doing three here so I can be caught up and not have one random one constantly floating around.

So this group rounds out the ‘main’ characters of the story, plus I suppose the main villain? Well, whose supposed to be the main villain, anyway.

So Connor is Connor, nothing too special about him. I know when I originally created him, he really didn’t have much of a role beyond being Gabe’s other BFF. But then I realized the group would be a trio, since of course Nova would befriend him as well. I just feel bad because he’s not as featured in the first book, but I suppose I have the other two books to fix that. ;P But I like Connor, especially with his pseudo goth/punk look he has going on.

I was originally going to have him wearing a black shirt with a colored hoodie, but I like this much better. The boy tends to prefer blacks and greys, after all, because it matches his powers. At least, that’s what he does now.

I did change his uniform a bit, making it a shirt instead of a hoodie so he could sort of match Matrix? Its not exact, but I could see the two of them collaboration to make matching uniforms when they were first starting out. I like it a lot better, in any case.

Blake is another one of those characters that I thought was going to have a bigger role in the story, but ended up not as much thanks to the fact that he’s the leader of a different team. Still, I like him. His power is sort of weird for me to write into a fight, but his main purpose is the a strategist, not a fighter, if that makes sense. He’s one of only two intelligent Bullheaded in the city, the other one being his father.

I had a bit of fun coming up with his civilian wear, figuring he’d be wearing loose collared shirts, or at least ones that could stretch. I like his hoodie. It’s the first time I used a diagonal stripe like that, and I’ve been using the idea one, like, everything else ever since, lol.

His normal uniform doesn’t change, since I had tweeked it at one point previously and still love it.

Issy over there...well, I had expected to feature her real self at some point in Cataclysm, but never got around to it, which is a shame. I like what I came up for her outfit. It’s cute! Hopefully, I’ll find a place for Nova to interact with Isabella, not Frostbite, because of...well, spoiler reasons. ^^;

I was playing around with the idea of giving her lavender hair, which I initially liked. But going back to it to color the lines, I realized I liked the darker hair better. And I don’t really have plans for powers to change people’s hair colors like that. I mean, it would make sense and all, but...eh.

I did tweek her uniform a bit, giving her more detail on her jacket and taking away the skirt thing, and...I love it. She looks so badass!

So, these are pretty much all I have done at the moment, and hopefully I’ll do a couple more soon. Sure, I have a couple of months still, but...I still have a lot of secondary/villain characters to get through. >.<

#my art #designs #cataclysm #connor #dead volt #blake #taros #isabelle #frostbite

1 note · View note

totiredtowrite · 3 years

Note

oh you lookin for headcanons? hmmm how aboooout ushiwaka, aone, bokuto, and atsumu with a boyfriend who always seems to get hurt? like maybe baby boy’s clumsy, or maybe he always uses himself as a human shield for other people, or he’s a little aggressive during club activities, or maybe he’s a dumbass with rbf who gets into fights with other people because they always think he’s tryna start shit

- airhead

[hey bestie it’s been so long I’ve been dying cause one of my little brothers got reconstructive surgery on his leg and I have to take care of him :’) also I’m glad you took time for yourself and had a break. don’t push yourself too hard]

Uncoordinated - Headcanons

Warnings - Cursing, mentions of injury

Note: Good moorningggg

Male Reader

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima's a careful guy alright

He's probably only tripped like twice in his lifetime 😀

So ofc when you guys started dating, he was a lil bit shocked at how easily you got hurt

like all the time?

He can't even tell if it's just a thing or if you're clumsy

He'll try his best to bandage you if you need it, but my guy is not graceful

Like at all

His hands are huge and only ever seem to do the right thing in volleyball, you can't expect him to be able to delicately place a band aid on your knee or smth

Most of the time tendou does it 😭

Now before you started dating he was all "why would I want someone who trips over everything"

He wasn't sure why it was a cute trope?

And tbh he's still not sure, but bc he thinks you're cute he thinks it's cute

Yk?

He'll see that trope in a show or something and go "hey my boyfriend does that"

Highkey brags about you when you're not around

Jus thought I'd tell you 🤪

Anyways yeah that's it for big guy

Loves his clumsy boyfriend

Even if you somehow find a way to trip over nothing

Aone Takanobu

Side note the gif is so fuckin cute >:((((

Also I may or may not simp for aone to another degree so ehe

So you wouldn't think it, but Aone is kind of a hopeless romantic

In the sense that he sees couples in media or in his school and thinks "wow I want that"

And may or may not read romance novels

ANYWAYS

He never thought he'd be in a relationship with a dude but surprise?

He'd just never put any thought into it

Look at where he is now.

So basically you're the aggressive one (🤪) in the relationship

Face it aone's a pushover

Like a huge pushover

I would say you bullied him into the relationship but really he kept kinda gravitating towards you

And he love you 🥰🥰

So basically he's like "damn why you always hurt 🤨"

And he comes to find out that it's because you fight

Like a lot

Anything that moves isn't safe 😟

Half the time you didn't even start the fights smh

Ofc he'll try his best to break up the fights

He's a big scary looking guy

So sometimes he'll so that thing where he stands behind you to scare people off and then you turn around all proud and he's like "yes babe you did great" and pats your head

That is all I want :(

But on another note

The team may tease him about how enthusiastic he is about some guy

He'll smile at you :0

Angry and calm trope is best trope 😩

Bokuto Koutarou

He loves you he really does

He's always "my boyfriend this" and "my boyfriend that"

All

The

Time

The team is tired of it but at least they can make you deal with him

But he's always kind of confused

You're so aggressive???

Like club activities r fun and all, but you somehow always seem to scrape your knee or get a bruise or dislocate your shoulder

Mostly just bruises but still

He's worried about you :(

He can be really airheaded at times but he's actually a really emotionally smart guy

He's captain for a reason

Ofc he'd be worried when his boyfriend keeps getting hurt in practice

Hell be all "Heyy soo maybe tone it down a biiit cause I don't want you to get huuurt and"

My heart

Just pat him on the head and tell him you'll be good

He tries to make you stay away from the things where you'd get hurt the most but it won't work well lol

CEO of kissing injuries better

😩😩😩🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Atsumu Miya

Atsumu can be such a dick

We know he got them bad qualities 🙄

So yeah it was sorta surprising when he managed to snag the nicest most selfless guy in the school 🤨

Because seriously you're like the best

You'll always be helping students outtt or walking them hoome or breaking up fiiights or starting fights with douchbags

Yeah

So here you are, being this glowy genuinely nice guy, (probably walking kittens home or saving babies from house fires), and then atsumu

Atsumu, this asshole

He's not that bad but he's still kind of insufferable

Lil weird how y'all r dating

But back on topic

You, being the dude you are, usually step in to help people out as much as you can

And over half the time you get some kind of injury

You always throw yourself in the middle of fights or pull risky bs to help others

He loves it sm

Mostly because he gets to patch you up

He thinks that's romantic

Like if he's cleaning a cut you got or banging up a bruise

Whenever he sees you get hurt he goes 🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘

Little weird but whatever

Also peppers kisses to your face all the time

Definitelt brags to Osamu

"Look at my boyfriend he's so nice and selfless I bet you wish you had him HA you don't"

He's a tool but ig he's alright 🙄

#male reader #x male reader #anime x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #hq x male reader #m!reader #atsumu x male reader #atsumu miya x male reader #bokuto koutarou x male reader #bokuto x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi x male reader #ushijima x male reader #aone takanobu x male reader #aone x male reader

765 notes · View notes

grapementos · 3 years

Note

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH!!!!Can I ask for a cheater bakugo, kirishima or deku? ( can you do all three? That would be awesome 🥲) and pls make the ending v angsty (on the other persons side lmaooowjwisj) like, y/n dates their best friend or something LOL

This is literally my first time, so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense 🥲

meliora

(adj.) latin for “the pursuit of better”

a/n: AHH NONNIE ILYSM TY FOR THIS REQUEST. i’ll have all three characters i promise, but for now take kiri. i hope this angst is up to your standards 🥺 and your request made sense dw mwah xoxo also— AGED UP CHARACTERS.

midoriya’s part. bakugo’s part.

cw: cheating, crying, mentions of alcohol/under influence of alcohol, suggestive if you squint, kissing.

kirishima was indescribable.

you'd never before met a man that was so utterly wonderful in every way. every move he made was perfect in your eyes. he could do no wrong.

and he loved you just as hard. he was willing to shout it from the rooftops the second you had an ounce of doubt. you were never his secret--you were his most prized possession; he loved showing you off and flaunting the fact that he, 'had the best partner in the world.'

every one of your friends put money on the two of you getting married and staying together (even bakugo, surprisingly.) you were counting on that outcome.

still, you had disagreements from time to time, just like every other couple, but you had enough patience and sense between the two of you to be rational. you openly discussed your insecurities with each other, only to be met with open arms and gentle reassurances.

you didn't tend to entertain the idea of soulmates, but what other explanation was there? what other phenomenon could be held responsible for your seemingly destined relationship?

whatever it was, you were in love with your soulmate.

that's what you thought, at least.

that's what you thought until he cheated.

he cheated at a party you didn't even want to attend. but, because you loved him, you did. you attended the party only to find your drunken boyfriend eating some random person's face in one of yaoyorozu's million guest rooms. you remembered it so vividly.

it was a sight that was branded in your brain--you couldn't even blink without seeing them together, kissing with such desperation, such hunger.

"ei?" your voice had quivered, phone dropping to the floor, "what.. what're you.."

you wanted to scream when his dazed eyes met yours, glazed over and burning with a look you'd never seen in them before.

"y/n? that's not.." he stammered, looking back and forth between you and the person, "i'm not.. who's this?" as if finally realizing that was not, in fact, you, he shoved them off, crossing the to move towards you.

"you tell me, kirishima! you're the one with your tongue down their throat!" your eyes stung, every part of you trembling with utter betrayal.

"i.. i thought'was you!" he slurred, eyes pleading as he reached out to grab your arm.

you jerked back as if you'd been burned, "me? kirishima, i look nothing like them!" fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you stepped back, blinking quickly to clear your vision.

"s'tp calling me that.. s'not my name." he frowned, "m'so sorry, so sorry.. let's go home, please. let's just go home." he begged, eyes still unfocused. he was definitely not in any condition to drive.

so you decided to take care of him. one last time.

you drove him back to your shared apartment that night, ignoring the questioning looks you received from everyone.

they knew. they'd seen kirishima go upstairs with that person, and yet they let you see it for yourself. likely because you wouldn't have believed that your perfect boyfriend committed such an unspeakable act.

you helped him into the apartment after a long drive consisting of a stop at a gas station to buy some water and kirishima's loud wails and apologies. the entire ride you only spoke three words to him:

"drink your water."

he clung onto you as you guided him to your bedroom, helping him change into more comfortable clothes.

and then the two of you were seated on the bed. silent. alcohol long worn off.

"y/n, please-"

"i'll be gone by the morning. i'm taking everything in one trip." you couldn't look at him. if you did, you'd see his eyes that made you weak, and your resolve would crumble. you would forgive him, you were sure of it. all it took was a look.

"no!" he nearly shouted, sobs racking his body, "no, y/n, you can't. you can't leave me, it was a mistake, i'm so sorry!" his hands tangled in the duvet, presumably because he was too scared to touch you.

"and why can't i," you cursed the way your voice cracked, "kirishima? tell me, please. tell me right now that there is no reason for me to leave you. tell me that you did nothing wrong. tell me that what i saw tonight wasn't real. please tell me i made a mistake, and that i'm crazy, or- or i need glasses or something."

he was trying to talk over you as your voice kept raising, growing more and more desperate as your resolve cracked.

"tell me i didn't see you kiss them!"

he was silent, for his deed was there. out in the open. and he knew he couldn't tell you any of that. it would be a lie. a cold, hard lie you wanted nothing more than to believe.

"thought so." you muttered bitterly, getting up to start packing your clothes. just as you stood, another tsunami of misery slammed into you. you paused, back facing him.

"i just.. don't understand." you whispered, "i thought we were so happy. were you bored? is that it? we've been together so long that you got tired of the same old thing?"

before he could speak, you spoke again, voice heavy with tears, "and why don't i want you to feel the same hurt i do? i should, right? i should be angry and cursing your name and not want to be anywhere near you. i should have left you there at the party and let someone else take care of you."

"why didn't you?" he mumbled after a beat of silence.

"because i'm truly in love with you." you finally looked over to meet his gaze, "i guess soulmates really don't exist, huh?"

true to your word, you were gone by morning. you had everything in your car, leaving a note on the counter for kirishima to read once he woke up.

thankfully, you'd arranged to stay with a friend while you searched for a place to relocate. you expected it to take less than a month if you looked consistently and weren't too picky.

what you didn't expect, however, was a message from the one and only katsuki bakugo.

it was him requesting to meet up with you at a coffee shop you were familiar with, which you reluctantly agreed to. as soon as you sent the text, however, you knew it was a bad idea. he was friends with kirishima and was probably only meeting with you because he asked him to.

it was too late, you decided, so you went to get ready for your mysterious rendezvous.

once time rolled around and you were seated at the table with him, you were shocked to find that he met with you on his own accord.

"i don't do people favors. especially cheaters." he’d explained after you mentioned your concern.

it stung. the reminder.

bakugo must've noticed because he swiftly distracted you.

"stop staring off into space, idiot. i invited you here for a reason."

you found that he wanted to help you. when asked why, he just looked off to the side, as if contemplating.

"i know how you feel. let me help you."

"i thought you don't do people favors, bakugo?"

"listen, do you want my help or not?"

you did. you really did. you felt so alone and tired.

so you agreed. and the rest was history.

BONUS:

you eventually fell out of love with kirishima. he'd always have a special place in your heart, but time managed to heal the wound you thought would be the death of you.

of course, you still had love for him, but when you saw the flash of hurt in his eyes after you exchanged vows with bakugo, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any regret.

you likes? eh? eh? 👀 seriously tho i hope this was what you wanted 🥺 reblogs appreciated !

are you in pain, @zuroki ? hope so <3

410 notes · View notes

kunikuzxshi · 3 years

Note

Bratty sub shigaraki that needs to be put in his place mmmmmmmmmmm

Oh god, this means I’m gonna get sub Shigaraki asks today huh-? I’m fine with it but how many am I gonna get-

I hate how this turned out but I’m not a big smut writer anyway since I get a lot of fluff asks, so I can’t really expect much lol

Minors DNI (Nsfw under the cut)

Shigaraki x GN! Reader

Basically just jerking him off tbh

“Awww, someone got cocky, didn’t you Tomu?” You asked, but you didn’t really expect him to answer anyway.

You had him on his stomach with you sitting on his back. Usually training with him was a little more exciting, but it seems like he was just out of it today.

“Get off of me, you’re fucking suffocating me.” He snapped.

“Rude much?”

“Shut up and let me out.”

You flipped him onto his back, now sitting on his chest, your shorts not doing a very good job at covering your thighs. He couldn’t help the faint blush that appeared on his face, though he hoped you didn’t notice.

“Someone’s got an attitude today, huh? Say please and I’ll help you with that.” You joked, still on top of him, “just tell me that I’m better and I’ll get off of you.”

In truth, he didn’t really want you to get off of him. At least not when he could see your legs spread, even if it was just to pin him down. He couldn’t help his wandering mind.

“Hey, perv, maybe pop a boner somewhere else.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He just wanted to disappear.

“Then get the fuck off of me! The fuck do you expect when you’re like this, slut.” He spat out.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but you had already shoved a few fingers in, just to shut him up.

“Eh, maybe, but you can’t even get a slut like me to fuck you apparently. Not like this at least.” You chuckled, grabbing his tongue with the fingers that were in his mouth.

You quickly removed your fingers and replaced them with your lips instead, shoving your tongue into his mouth before he could process what you were doing.

Well, all he knew now was that you were kissing him.

He didn’t know what to do. He just laid there, tongue limp while you desperately tried to get every taste of him that you could. There was a string of saliva connecting you when you pulled away.

“Slut. You’re so desperate for cock aren’t you?” He said, “if that’s what you want, try Dabi, I’ve got standards at least.”

“Then how’d this happen, huh Shig?” You asked, reaching behind you and trailing a finger along the bulge in his pants. “It’s only us here. Would you care to explain?”

He stayed silent, desperately trying to hold back a loud whine as you started palming his cock through his jeans. The fabric of his boxers would be stained by now, and it did very little to stop the growing wet spot on his jeans. The denim was practically rubbing him raw through his boxers.

“I could use you like a slut would, but like you said, you have standards. You wouldn’t dare be enticed by a slut like me, huh Shig?” You said, ending it with a smirk. “Even I’ve got standards. So give me one reason I should give you what you want…”

You pulled your hand away, ignoring the liquid on them. You sat there with that devilish smirk he loves hates. The room fell silent, and the air seemed to grow heavier by the second, almost as if it was trying to suffocate him.

He opened his mouth to talk, but again, your mouth covered his. He tried to be in control, but every time he moved, your legs clamped down harder around his torso. Your hands threatened to break his arms with every attempt to push you off, each failed attempt only resulting in a tighter grip. He was sure he’d have bruises, each one would serve a reminder that he barely had any control over you

It wasn’t his ideal situation, but he could make it work.

His mind goes blank every time your chest is against his. He could feel his cock ache for attention, but with your current position, he couldn’t even get a little bit of friction.

If he was just a little bit faster, he could’ve been the one on top, and you would’ve been under him, unable to resist him.

He can’t help his wondering eyes when you pull back after what seemed like forever. You’re right in front of his face, giving him a front row seat for him to see everything you had to offer. Almost everything actually.

You pulled him up by his shirt, making sure he was eye level with you, but you didn’t let him sit up. If he did, he could throw you off of him, and your little game would come to an end. It was just so fun to watch him try to resist, you couldn’t stop now!

“Say you’ll be my good boy, and I’ll let you undress me.” You said, voice low yet quiet.

You waited, but nothing was said after that.

“Eh, that’s fine. Have a nice day Tomura!” You giggled, letting go of his shirt. His head and back hit the ground as you got off of him.

You were leaving..?

You can’t! He didn’t get to finish yet!

“Wait-“ he said, making you stop in your tracks, “I-… I’ll be a good boy if you stay…” he whispered. It was barely audible at all, but you heard it just fine.

His sad, desperate eyes seemed to glow even more with every step you took towards him. Each sway of your hips, whether it was intentional or not, only served to excite him further, already eager to see what you’d do to him.

Instead though, you stopped halfway, just barely out of his reach. Each failed attempt to grab your hand or the bottom of your shirt only made you step back further. You only stopped once your back was against the wall, which he quickly took advantage of. To his surprise though, he was quickly turned and pinned to it instead of you.

“It’s not the best, but I can make it work.” You said, voice low against his ear as you slipped a hand under his shirt.

He tensed up, slightly pushing down against your hand. It didn’t feel bad, it was just new to him. He started to speak, only to be silenced by your hand over his mouth. He could feel your eyes on him as you lifted his shirt up higher, just to see what you were working with.

He was definitely as thin as he looked, but it didn’t really matter. He’d get better over time if he had the proper care.

Your hand dipped under the waistband of his pants, just barely brushing over his weeping tip as he let out a soft, muffled groan. His breath was hot against your hand with every shaky exhale. Every time you moved, he’d tense up immediately.

He stayed quiet, letting you look him over before you started to fiddle with the zipper on his jeans. At this point, it was wet to the touch, and his boxers were probably stained by now.

“A-are you sure about this? About me..?” He asked, his voice cracking every other word. It was hard to believe such a pretty thing like you would even think about touching him so intimately.

You didn’t answer to his disappointment, but it quickly disappeared the second he felt your hand brush against his bare cock.

You were willingly touching him!

If this was a dream, don’t ever wake him up.

Your hand was already coated with his precum, just from a quick, simple touch. It almost made you laugh.

“Last chance to back out baby boy. Just remember, I won’t exactly be gentle with you.” You said with that tone he loved so much. He quickly opened his mouth to speak, but opted for just shaking his head instead.

You pulled your hand away from his mouth, your breath hot against his neck as you slowly wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Simple, featherlight kisses had his head spinning. To him, it seemed more unbelievable than the thought of you jerking him off.

Your pace was tantalizingly slow, he almost started crying. Every time he tried to speak, you’d speed up just enough for a small whimper to be let out instead.

“Just- fuck, just a little faster, please! That’s all I’m asking for! I’ll repay the favor if you go just a bit faster!” He whined, thrusting his hips ever so slightly up into your hand for even the smallest increase in friction.

One quick kiss to his lips, and your motions sped up. His head was thrown back, and his eyes were shut tight. Sure, if it was his hand, he could’ve gone much faster. But there was just something about you touching him that made it better. Maybe he was just tired of the feeling of his own rough skin.

He bit his lip hard in an attempt to suppress some of the noise he made. Small drops of blood seeped out and mixed with the drool that slipped past his lips, each little drop was quickly swept up by you.

Just as he was about to finish, you pulled your hand back. Precum seeped from the tip, but not his full load. The loss of your warmth alone almost made him cry.

“Maybe next time, don’t insult me, and maybe I’ll let you finish.”

#bnha shigaraki #shimura tenko #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki #tenko shimura #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki smut #sub shigaraki #subshiggy

705 notes · View notes

in-ky · 3 years

Note

Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!

Savior - Negan Killer AU

Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol

A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe. 3.7k words

"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.

"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.

"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."

"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."

"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.

"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.

"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.

There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.

"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.

"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.

"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.

"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."

"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.

"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.

~~~

"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.

"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."

"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.

"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."

"Do you kill everyone?"

"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.

"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.

"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"

"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.

"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.

"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."

"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."

"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.

"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."

"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"

~~~

Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.

"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.

"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."

"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."

"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.

"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"

"Sounds good."

~~~

I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.

Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.

Suddenly, my door opened.

"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"

"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"

"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"

"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.

"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.

"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.

"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.

"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."

"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.

"Yes, what, princess?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.

We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.

"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.

"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.

"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.

"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"

"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.

"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.

"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.

"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

#negan x reader #negan x y/n #negan smut #negan x you #negan smith #au!negan #the walking dead #twd smut #twd negan

161 notes · View notes