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Johnny Cage(MK1) x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW; Fingering; Penetration; Nude pictures;

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It was your first day training for the grand ‘Mortal Kombat’, and honestly you couldn't believe what was happening, one day you were just a normal girl working as a server in Madam Bo's Teahouse and suddenly you and both of your best friends are called to compete on a tournament that could decide earthrealm's fate? That is… still quite difficult to absorb.

And if all that wasn't crazy already, when you were introduced to the other two guys who would be training with you, one of them was the Hollywood superstar boycrush of every fangirl ever Johnny Cage! You did your best to hold in the excitement when face to face with the star, acting as unfazed as you could. Going full fangirl mode in front of Lord Liu Kang and the serious looking swordsman Kenshi, was out of the question.

Only when your first day of training was over and you were able to finally talk alone with your best friends that you were able to express your enthusiasm, and you didn't waste a second.

“Oh my god, I cannot believe Johnny Cage is here!” You said walking alongside Raiden and Kung Lao “I never thought I would even see him in person and now we are fighting with him?!”

“Don't tell me you're one of his fans, that guy's ego was through the roof.” Kung Lao answered, sounding genuinely incredulous to think you're a Cage fan.

“Well, you also have a pretty high ego and I still like you.” You argued back “Besides, everyone knows famous people have big egos, it's kinda already expected.”

“Why didn't you say anything to him then? Could be your chance to get an autograph.” Raiden said.

“I don't know, I guess it just didn't feel like an appropriate moment to do so? I mean, we were just getting to know each other and all that talk about serious stuff.” Thinking for a second, you'd love to have his autograph and you should probably ask him for one. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. “But what could I even give him to sign? I left all my posters back home…”

“Maybe make him sign a piece of clothing? Or your arm and then take a photo?” Despite his aversion towards Johnny, Kung Lao was trying to be helpful. That's what best friends are for after all.

“Great idea! I'll ask him for one later!” And back it was your excitement, you truly felt like a teenage girl gossiping about her celebrity crushes. The boys couldn't help a small smile, laughing at your eagerness.

Later in the evening you had all gathered for dinner, once again you felt too awkward to ask something like that in front of everybody. Honestly it wasn't even about you being a fan, it was more because by the short amount of time you had spent in Johnny's presence you knew he was going to make it a show for the rest of the table. You already expected him to be quite smug and pompous being a Hollywood star and all, but he undoubtedly exceeded your expectations.

You ate your meal exchanging small talk with the rest of the table, specially with Raiden and Kung Lao. It was only the first day you had all met but by the way these guys could strike up a conversation you'd think otherwise, Lord Liu Kang would join the conversation here and there, only the ninjas were keeping quiet for the most part. You hadn't memorized their names yet.

After dinner you returned to your quarters, everyone would be doing the same, settling in for the night. It wasn't late and so there would be enough time for you to talk to Johnny and then come back to your room. It was just a quick trip, shouldn't take more than a few minutes, you'd ask Johnny for an autograph, get it, and then come back. Simple enough.

You took a quick shower before going, not wanting to show up in the uniform he had met you, trying to look more presentable. You considered stopping by Raiden's room for some courage talk as his was the closest room to yours, but ultimately decided against it, you couldn't risk getting late and having to wait a whole other day to talk alone with Johnny.

It didn't take long for you to find Johnny's door, you gave it a few knocks and heard a faint “One second!” sound behind it. You waited for Johnny to open the door and in just a short moment he did so.

“Oh hey, wasn't expecting to see you here.” He leaned on the door frame “What a pleasant surprise.”

He was more casually dressed, a few buttons of his shirt were undone, hair slightly messy and damp, it seems that he too had just taken a bath. Seeing the superstar so charming in front of you made you think that maybe it wouldn't have been so bad to stop for that hype talk with Raiden. He looked at you with that self-confident smile, almost a flirty look on his face.

“Hi, I just wanted to talk to you for a bit, if that's okay.” You said politely not wanting to bother the idol in case he was occupied.

“Getting a visit from a cute girl could never bother me honey, come in” He stepped aside giving you space to enter his room. “So? What do you wanna talk about?”

“Well, I didn't say anything before but I'm actually quite a fan of your movies.” You saw that prideful smile grow bigger “And I was wondering if maybe you could sign something for me?”

“An autograph? Sure can do sugar.” He extended his hand for a pen, which you gave to him, it was black marker you had lying around in a bag when packing to come to this place “I knew someone here had to have good taste. What do you want me to sign?”

“My arm please, I'll take a picture of it later” you held out your arm towards him.

“Alright.” He took your arm in one of his hands, the other holding the pen next to his mouth which he used to open said pen. Having your favorite actor so close to you was making you feel like the seconds were minutes, you just couldn't stop looking at him.

The way his hair would fall framing his face as he looked down at your arm, those undone buttons that were honestly tempting you right now, the grip of his hand on your wrist while he wrote his signature, those beautiful brown eyes looked so captivating when they weren't hidden behind shades. You were so lost in admiring Cage that your heart almost skipped a beat when his eyes locked onto yours.

“Hm. There you go.” He let go of your arm, but didn't move back.

“Thanks Johnny.” You said, a little embarrassed to be caught staring. Almost as you were about to leave Johnny stopped you, taking back hold of your arm.

“Looking back at it, I think it came out a little crooked, you wouldn't mind a re-do would you honey?” Was he flirting with you? You shook your head ‘no’ signaling him to go ahead “Great, now where should I write it this time? On your waist maybe?”

“Yeah.” The quickness in which that response came out made you cringe at yourself “It would make for a great photo.” You explained yourself to the actor, even though there was no need to. You were just so excited to spend time with your favorite actor.

“It sure would.” He didn't hesitate to agree with you, he kneeled in front of you lifting up your shirt just barely above the waistline “Hold it like that for me dear.”

The first touch of the pen on your waist made you shiver a little, and it didn't help when Johnny placed his other hand on your hip. He was teasing you, you were sure of it, his thumb pressing against your skin a little firmer than what was necessary.

“Oh, it seems this one came out a bit smudged, maybe the third time’s the charm?” He looked up at you, and by the gods this view was something you had only imagined in dreams, he was driving you crazy. You shook your head ‘yes’ not really trusting your brain to not say something dumb right now. Your mind was filled with filthy images and your face was getting hotter by the second. As bold as you wanted to be right now, would it really be intelligent to shoot your shot with a Hollywood star?

Johnny's hand lowered from your hips to your thigh, ready to leave his mark there too, he was grabbing it with such strength it was dizzying.

“Johnny…” You couldn't take his teasing anymore, and the smirk on his face told you that it was exactly what he wanted.

“Yes?” Feigning innocence in his voice he looked back at you, you gave him an impatient look, he couldn't possibly want to drag this on longer, he let go of the pen, seemingly satisfied that his teasing had worked. “Was it a bit much?” Even if the question seemed kind, you knew he was just trying to feed his own ego.

“Don't worry sugar, I know how to treat my fans well.” He said back to his smug tone, one of his hands slided up and down your thigh and the other moved to your hip, holding you firmly “You just have to ask.”

This was your chance to sleep with your favorite celebrity, swallowing down your shame you answered “Please Johnny.”

“That's what I like to hear.” He got up and brought you closer to him by the hips, one of his hands dipping lower to grab at your ass “Had my eye on you the whole day sweet thing.” He didn't even give you time to respond as he took your mouth on his, the kiss was filled with lust and you were doing your best to accompany him on his pace, he didn't want to take things slow, biting your lower lip and pressing his tongue against it. The hand on your ass gave it a rough squeeze, making you moan, he took the opportunity for his tongue to enter your mouth.

The kiss was inebriating, you've never felt so hot before, as your tongues met even Johnny couldn't help himself on a few breathy sounds. Soon you had to part to take a breath, you looked at him, that hungry look on his face was something you wish to remember forever, his lips parted and glistening with saliva.

“Come on” He took you to his bedroom, and as soon as you were inside he didn't waste a second continuing what you two had just started, as you kissed he started slowly pushing you towards his bed. You cut off the kiss, eager to take things further with the actor, you began taking your shirt off, Johnny just gazed at you, admiring the sight in front of him. It had been a while since the last time he had been with a fan, and honestly he was in need of releasing some pent-up energy lately.

He laid you on his bed, climbing on top of you, his mouth going straight to your neck while his hand cupped your breast. As he bit and sucked on your neck you couldn't help the sounds coming out of your mouth, he lowered his head to your collarbones and you grabbed at his hair. When he was satisfied with his work on your skin he leaned back.

“Goddamn, you look incredible.” He started to unbutton the rest of his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the ground.

“You don't look so bad yourself.” You decided to tease the actor back even if came out a little breathy. From this angle you got quite the view from Johnny, especially the way his hardened dick marked his pants “Don't make me wait longer Cage.” You gave him your best pleading eyes.

He leaned back down kissing you again, one of his arms beside your head supporting his weight, the other hand dipped under your shorts and panties, he slided two fingers up and down your pussy folds, feeling how wet you were, your kiss engulfed the pleased sound he made and your moans. He started to toy with your clit, rubbing it lightly, still teasing you. not having the patience to tease you much he didn't make a show of it and just let one of his fingers dip into your pussy, the sudden action caught you off guard and a very embarrassing whine slipped from your lips. Johnny was having his fun, pumping his finger in and out, watching your face contort with pleasure.

“You're so wet for me, really my number one fan huh?” He didn't waste a second in adding a second finger, too turned on to wait properly. You couldn't care either, just wanting him to fuck you already.

“Yes!” You cried out as his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. He picked up his pace, his eyes glued to your face, loving your lewd expression. Pressing over and over that spot, wanting to make you lose yourself. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, your hand instinctively holding onto his arm “Cage!” your cunt clenched on his fingers, making him groan.

“Can't wait to feel that on my cock.” He roughly whispered next to your ear. You moaned at his words, finally reaching your orgasm and coating his fingers with your cum. Your breath was still shaky as he took his fingers out and pressed them against your lips “Open.” You opened your lips letting his fingers enter your mouth, you sucked them clean of your own mess and when Johnny was satisfied he pulled them out.

“You alright sugar?” He leaned back, unzipping his pants. You were hypnotized by the sight of Johnny pulling out his cock, almost forgetting to answer him. He pulled out your shorts and underwear leaving you completely bare to the actor.

“Yeah…” You were breathless but still able to push the word out. He leaned back down placing his hands beside you head, you took the opportunity to interlock your legs behind his hips, bringing his waist closer to yours.

“Eager I see.” He laughed at your actions, feeling amusement at your urgency to have sex with him, his face got closer to yours, lips barely touching one another “So sweet. Might have to taste more of you next time.” You couldn't wait a second more, catching his hair in your hand and pushing your lips against his, taking charge of the kiss, it was hungry and untamed. You were truly living your biggest sex fantasy and did not plan to hold back, the sounds coming from Johnny's mouth were also an incentive for you to continue exploring his mouth with your tongue. So focused on tugging on his hair and making him moan you didn't even realize he had reached down to line up his dick with your entrance, only noticing it when you felt his head passing through your folds.

The sinful sounds coming from the bedroom only doubled as he entered your wet cunt. Separating the kiss for a moment to catch your breaths, you both enjoyed the feeling of each other's body.

“Is it just like you dreamed of sugar?” Even if he still had that cocky look on his face his words were coming out of breath. He started moving, firstly at a slow pace, giving an easy start.

“Oh it's better Johnny.” You couldn't pretend to care about not raising the actor's ego, he already knew he was good and denying it was not going to make him believe any less.

His thick cock was filling you so good you've never felt so full before, dragging in and out of your cunt in a way it was driving you crazy, you wanted, no needed more. It was overwhelmingly hot and sweaty the feeling of his body moving against yours, putting your hands on his back you tried to pull him closer for more of that skin on skin action. He granted your wish practically gluing his abdomen with yours, feeling your bare tits pressed firmly against his pectoral making him lightheaded with lust.

“Faster Johnny please!” He didn't hesitate in listening to your cries pumping his cock as deep and fast as he could, mind so blown over with arousal he would do anything you asked if it meant he could cum on you. His mouth, for the second time this night, found its place on your neck but quite rougher this time. His biting and sucking was vulgar and if you were more coherent at this moment you'd realize you had no way to cover this up tomorrow.

As your sounds got more trembly and your words more muddled Johnny brought his thumb to your clit, handling it as roughly as his kisses, determined to make you cum on his cock. It was fervent and you were completely intoxicated with him, feeling it was all too much. It didn't take much for you to reach your high, the biting, the weight on top of you, the pounding of his cock and bullying of his thumb against your clit making easy work of the job. You screamed his name as you pussy clenched around his dick and creamed all over him, your nails digging on his back.

“God you're gonna kill me doll.” His words came out strained, trying to hold back his own orgasm. He gave a few more pushes of his cock before taking it out and pumping it with his hand, he groaned loudly as his load coated your hips and waist, painting your body beautifully. You were still catching up your breath when he got up, quickly grabbing something on his bedside table and the floor.

“Now we can get the perfect shot for that autograph photo you wanted.” You saw his phone on one of his hands and your panties on the other, he threw your underwear for you to put it on while he climbed on the bed again.

You quickly put it back on and he got the phone close to your waist, snapping a picture of your hips marked with his signature and his cum. He took the opportunity to put his hand on the side of your hip and take another one, having fun with his little photography project. You leaned up sitting on his bed, he took your chin giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“There you go, now just wait a second I'll get us something to drink.” You nodded, your throat dry and your voice hoarse after all that.

When he was back he gave you your glass of water and a towel to clean yourself, your panties were already ruined with both your and his cum but it was nice to clean yourself up anyways.

When getting dressed Johnny opted to just stay in his boxers and a loosely tied robe, he looked so good it made you want to spend the rest of the night in his bedroom, but it was late and you didn't want to risk getting caught leaving his quarters so late at night.

“I'll see you around Johnny.” You said your goodbye to him as you walked out his front door.

“Oh we'll definitely be seeing each other honey.” He pulled for a quick kiss one last time for the night. Now you were really starting to feel like you were in some kind of romance movie. You returned to your room, giddy and still quite incredulous at what just had happened, sure your dreams were going to be heavenly tonight.

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screamofdespair · 7 months ago

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Director 永岡智佳 Chika Nagaoka talks about the Detective Conan movie 27 : The Million-dollar Pentagram

When I was approached to direct this movie, it had already been decided that Kaito Kid and Heiji Hattori would be the main characters. During a meeting that included Gosho Aoyama-sensei, we discussed possible settings. Since Kid’s last feature was set in Singapore, we wanted a location with equally breathtaking nightscapes. Kobe came up as a possibility, but since the Kansai region has already been featured quite extensively, we decided, ‘Let’s go with Hakodate!’ That’s how the setting was finalized.

The Detective Conan movies find a balance between three key elements : action, mystery-solving, and romantic comedy. The movie puts special emphasis on the romantic comedy aspect. What’s fascinating about that is how small details can convey emotion. For example, a subtle nuance, a single line on an eyebrow or the curve of an eye, can drastically change an expression. A glance or even a slight movement of the fingers can express something profound. That’s the charm of crafting romantic comedy moments. On the other hand, action scenes are the complete opposite. The focus is entirely on cool, dynamic movement. Timing and pacing are everything, and when those align perfectly, it create an exciting scene.

The cases in Conan have gotten increasingly complex over the years. Honestly, I can’t fully grasp the script on my first read through (laughs). But while we might find ourselves going, ‘Huh?’, Conan’s brilliant mind races ahead. To ensure the audience doesn’t feel left behind, we added "visual storytelling". For instance, when Kid mentions ‘six swords,’ rather than relying solely on dialogue, we included a scene where Kid uses his signature magic to produce six swords. Such clear visual cues are crucial in a Conan movies, especially since the movies are enjoyed by younger audiences too.

Kaito Kid shines in this movie, embodying elegance and charm with his striking lines and graceful movements, all while carrying a hint of mischief (laughs). Aoyama-sensei trusted me with Kid’s portrayal, giving me freedom to explore. For Heiji, Aoyama-sensei supervised his Kansai dialect and occasionally adjusted his expressions. My initial depictions of Heiji sometimes leaned too mature, but with his guidance, Heiji came to embody the quintessential teenage high schooler. It was a valuable learning experience.

There’s also a small gesture involving Aoko that Aoyama-sensei appreciated. Later, he told me, ‘I’ll incorporate that depiction into the resumed serialization of Magic Kaito starting in April,’ which made me incredibly happy.

Detective Conan has a long history, and many veterans who’ve been involved from the beginning are still contributing to the series. At the same time, younger generations are joining the team. This blend of fresh talent and seasoned experts creates the depth unique to Conan. When I joined about ten years ago, I learned so much from my seniors, who helped shape my approach. Now, as a senior myself, I try to give back by sharing insights, such as, ‘If it were me, I’d do it this way,’ or, ‘If you approach it like this, you could achieve that.’ That cycle of growth and mentorship has allowed the Conan animation to continue evolving.

This sense of “passing the baton” is also evident in the voice acting sessions. Minami Takayama-san’s leadership as Conan’s voice actor is truly remarkable. Her sharp questions and constant flow of ideas help refine the work. The voice acting team for Conan is genuinely outstanding.

I heard that the guest voice actor Yo Oizumi had experience in the voice acting industry, but his performance exceeded my expectations. While listening to him in the booth, I found myself nodding repeatedly, thinking, ‘He really gets it!’ He also gave invaluable advice on Hokkaido dialect nuances, for which I’m deeply grateful.

Fans might be wondering, ‘Will Heiji and Kazuha finally…?’ That sense of anticipation or frustration whether it’s resolved or not is something you’ll have to see for yourself. I hope viewers will empathize with Ran-chan’s perspective this time, as she supports Heiji and Kazuha’s relationship. Her reactions are sure to make audiences think, ‘I get that!’ And, at the end of the movie, there’s one more intriguing detail to watch for, don’t miss it!

Source : AN AN n°2394 (2024)

永岡智佳 Chika Nagaoka : Assistant Director (Movie 21) ; Director (Movie 23, 24, 27).

#名探偵コナン #detective conan #dcmk #gosho aoyama #heiji hattori #kazuha toyama #kaito kid #movie 27 #the million dollar pentagram

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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 2 months ago

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Did I go too far...?

Bullied!Eddie Munson x Yandere!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Did you ever think about when humans reach their limits? When they are losing their mind and became the monster they didn't want to be. Did you ever think the fact that their trauma are started to being their greatest weapon? The overthink, the screams, the warmth, the sweat, the horror. Did you ever think about it?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +16 FOR VIOLENT SCENES!! Yandere!Female!Reader, use of Y/N, Bullied!Eddie, Traumatized!Eddie, blood, hurt/comfort, angst, kidnapping, violence, manipolation, y/n is a psychopath, bullying, weapons, very bad languange, mention of humilation, enjuries, crying, threats, disturbing throughts. I'LL INVITE YOU TO NOT IMITATE OR TAKE THOSE THINGS AS AN EXAMPLE, THIS FOR ENTARTAINGING ONLY.

𝐀/𝐍: My obsession with yandere fics is back!! Hope you like it!! Have a great day/night. Sorry for my english, this is not my native languange. Support new writers and reblog. (DIVIDER NOT MINE) word count: 5K

The dirty, gray tiles together with the asphalt. A light breath that accelerates. The sweat that intensifies, that warms you up and makes your heart beat faster. Dilated pupils, broken eye capillaries that paint the eyeball bright red. The same color that makes its way on that same dirty asphalt. It reaches your feet, you smell it, the heat, so much so that you begin to tremble from your fingertips to your forearms. Adrenaline? Fear? Realization?

Or the simple awareness of having exceeded every limit? Of having let the darkness envelop you to the point of taking away all decision-making power?

This.

The heart in your throat, the bitter tears, the water running down your wrists, the evident veins pulsating as far as the eye can see. The air outside seemed more real to you, you thought you had just learned to breathe.

This.

The entanglement in your brain, frightening thoughts that scream, that beg. The fear, the consequences, the repentance. Here is the next step.

What did you do? How did you come up with it? And now? It's all over! Exactly. Reason hammers you, reproaches you for the grave sin you have committed, for letting this happen.

This. You have learned to distinguish it. To recognize it as: 'The limit of the human mind'

It seemed like a normal day. Autumn was about to herald the first lower temperatures than usual, and one of your favorite holidays was coming to Hawkins: Halloween, which would be tomorrow. Children dressing up, horror movies, spooky decorations and especially sweets and candies. The school was already baptizing the corridors with some cut-out ghosts, or with some flyers to participate in parties of various kinds. The bell rang to announce (fortunately for you) the end of Mrs.Torres' philosophy lesson. You couldn't find more boring lessons than hers. You almost fall asleep!

You left the class quickly, this is because you had other projects in mind. Tonight was scheduled to be your special night. Not just with a bowl of popcorn and a scary movie (to celebrate the night before Halloween), but in the company of your boyfriend, Eddie Munson. And yes, that's right. With the school freak. You met him two years ago, that is, the first day here at Hawkins High School.

It didn't take you long to realize that he was different from the others. Not only with his metalhead style that clashed with the classic clothing of the society. But for his charisma, for his way of talking to you and in general, him. It didn't reflect the person he proves to be at all, and you didn't mind that at all. You got to know him, you understood that among all those porcelain masks, he was authentic. You have always had your eyes open, especially with new acquaintances. But with Eddie you felt safe. With him you could not always remain as vigilant as a policeman.

Except that from best friend to boyfriend it was a moment. You didn't expect it either. There was something about him that had brought you closer. Not only was he sweet, caring, stupidly romantic, or even just good company. You had recognized in him a... potential.

Eddie has always liked to look stupid, the one who can't do certain things just because he didn't want to do them. But this is the deception. He is capable of doing anything, even what he thinks he can't do. You had read it in his eyes, and maybe it was what struck you about him. You never told him, because you think it's a stupid thing you made up, but you always swore to yourself that there was…

You locked the locker. The day was finally over, and luckily for you you had brought forward your homework for next week. You had prepared yourself as best you could to enjoy the weekend in addition to Halloween evening, so your smile today was quite evident. Too bad it disappeared instantly when you saw Trevor Walker passing by chance. He was with his group of friends, laughing as he fixes his slightly messy hair.

He was Jason Carver's cousin, showed up in Hawkins months after you and is said to have already made troubles. In addition to gaining popularity thanks to his cousin, he joined the basketball team captained by Jason, apparently supporting him. Too bad that the only thing he has in common with his cousin is the beauty and the facade of a good guy, because in reality he is just arrogant and makes fun of those he finds inferior.

You had proof of this when he initially buzzed around you because you were at the top of your class in Biology, but then he lost interest when you refused to do his homework for him. He thought he was deceiving you with nice words and his grin, but you weren't stupid to be fooled like that.

Seeing him so smiling and satisfied with himself with his friends gave you a strange feeling, and your doubts became real when Trevor looked at you and laughed, looked over his shoulder smiling and left with his group. Oh no…

You went in the opposite direction to his, where he had thrown his eye. In the distance, attached to the wall lay Eddie who was picking up something. You ran to him worried.

"Eddie, what happened?" You asked him bending over, he immediately shook his face letting his curly hair cover him.

"Nothing, I was just take my notebook..." The way he said it didn't convince you. You looked at his clothes and noticed that they were dirty with dust and dirt. Not to mention a few drops of blood on his Hellfire shirt.

"This..." You touched the fabric of the shirt gently, "Eddie, please look at me." You pleaded with him. He had done it again. Eddie gives up, turns around, and your worries have become reality. His face was covered in bruises and redness as well as blood. You were speechless, it wasn't the first time Trevor dared to annoy Eddie, in fact he did it all the time, but it was becoming too much.

"He did it again..." He managed to say Eddie as he tries not to look you in the eye.

"Come, let's go to the infirmary" You immediately said taking his notebook and gave him a hand to get up.

"You don't have to, I'm fine" He hissed as he tries to oppose it.

"No Eddie, you're not fine." You immediately responded feeling anger. But not towards him, no, you could never have any. It's about that son of a bitch Trevor. You had reported it many times to the teachers and the principal. He was given warnings that he would not even continue to attend basketball practice, but nothing seemed to stop him. You were tired. His bullying of Eddie had to stop, it has been going on for too long. Eddie had always been used to the usual jokes, the usual teasing, but he ignored them, He knew he was a freak. Different and nonconformist. But getting to physical violence was too much. "Please get medicated" you took a deep breath showing your concern, you had to do things at a time, so now you had to take care of Eddie. Fortunately, you managed to convince him and drag him to the infirmary.

Fortunately, he had nothing broken, only a small cut on his lip and nosebleeds. You stayed close to him as you helped the nurse clean up the mess on his face. As soon as the woman left you alone, you decided to break the silence that reigned between you until now.

"Eddie, you can't go on like this" You placed your hands on his biceps stroking them slowly. He looks at the floor as if he is guilty of some crime. "I know you've been through it before, in middle school, but that doesn't mean you can bear or ignore the problem" you try to make him reason. You tried to look at his eyes, they were as dark as oil.

"I... I don't know what to do" He almost whispered. Your forehead was now resting on his as if to give him comfort. "I only know how to look, to endure. I'm pathetic"

"Don't even say it Eddie" You immediately replied by giving him a kiss on the forehead "You're not pathetic"

"Y/N bullshit me. Look. I'm reduced like this and I let you see me like this. I'm a disappointment..." It gave you the impression that his mind as well as his will had given up, something not like Eddie. Trevor had turned him off so much that he turned him back into the insecure and lonely boy he once was.

"You're not. We can find a solution..." You hugged him by bringing your lips close to his ear "We always find a solution. Always" He didn't answer, he just made a sound that you found out was a sob. You still held him tighter than ever, as if you didn't want to leave him. You hated to see him this way, God, you would have done anything to make him happy. And the worst thing was that now you couldn't do much.

"I'm sorry Y/N, you don't deserve someone like me," he said between sobs.

"Don't ever repeat it again Eds, you know I'm happy to have you by my side" You started stroking his curly hair "this time Trevor will pay for it"

"No one will listen to you Y/N" He pulled away from your embrace to wipe away his tears. He was shaking. You think he hasn't vented like this in a lifetime. He was ashamed, he thinks crying is not 'like a real man' or similar bullshit that people say. "No one will ever want to defend 'Eddie, the freak, Munson'. That's why they don't do anything" he revealed to you and clenched his fists. You cast your eye on his rings, on his hands and the strength with which he thitens them. You sat next to him on that bed.

"And how does this make you feel?" you asked, trying to dig into those eyes now dark and lost in the void. Eddie took a while to answer you, thinking about it.

"Angry, very angry. Everyone has always treated me the same." he pauses "no matter how hurt I may be, they will always lower their heads, pretending nothing happened. While that asshole walks around quietly as if nothing had happened!" Frustration was the master in him, the desire to be heard, to be saved and defended for once. The prayers of a boy like the others, who is now an adult, but who had asked for help at the age of 14.

"And this time, that jerk will pay. I assure you. Look at me" Eddie didn't take long to turn around this time. The shining eyes and that defenseless gaze that made your heart melt. You placed your hands on his cheeks, being careful not to hurt him. "I will always be by your side Eds, no matter what happens. I see you Eddie, and I listen to you. I will never let anyone hurt you again," you said and then gave him a tender kiss on the lips. This time you would keep your word.

"And how would you like to do it?"

"Don't worry. Now why don't we go home, rest and I’ll show you tonight?" Your sweet tone relaxes him.

"But shouldn't we have watched a movie tonight and celebrated the night before Halloween?"

"We'll do it, don't worry babe. We're going to watch the movie and talk about this situation. But maybe at the moment it would be better to go to my house and rest" He seems to surrender to your sweet words and your smile that seemed to heal every wound.

"Okay" he nodded more than once with tired eyes, perhaps he had really realized that maybe an afternoon nap would have been good for him.

You brought Eddie to your house. You let him rest in the room and you were surprised to see that he had immediately put us to sleep. Apparently he was really tired. But this would have given you a chance to put your plan into action. You were tired of all this too. Ignoring as Eddie did and hoping that everything would soon be over would have been useless. You had to act and take risks. You took what you needed and left the house. Tonight there would have been no horror movie, because you were about to commit the horror.

You've never had the opportunity to do that. He always had people around, every attempt was in vain to find him alone. Trying would have involved many risks of being caught in the act. But you changed your plans, you designed something more feasible, even if it required twice the work and effort, plus twice the equipment.

You promised yourself never to do it again, you swore it to yourself and to God. You've scraped your knees on the ground full of pebbles and dry dirt, in an attempt to cleanse your soul, or at least half of it.

And yet you were there, yet you still couldn't stop that side that intensified in you...

The injustice before your eyes, the memories of your screams, prayers and dreams of a happy life broken in half. The same goes for Eddie. Trevor's tricks were running over the line. Increasingly frequent and violent. You couldn't stand by and watch. It was time to prevent all this, to put an end to it.

You have placed the last layer of plastic paper on the floor. You moved the living room furniture, covered it with plastic sheeting, covered and closed the windows and the front door. Eddie was still asleep and would soon wake up. Meanwhile, you've made sure every door in your home is locked (except your own room) as a precaution and safety. Darkness had taken hold in the streets of Hawkins and everything was ready. Five chairs surrounded you (scattered at different angles of the living room.) Five unconscious guests were tied up and deprived of all movement. They too would soon wake up…

You headed to your room, Eddie was already awake, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. As soon as he notices your presence, he smiles at you slightly.

"Hi" he whispers eagerly.

"Hi. Did you sleep well?" you sat on the bed near him.

"Yes. Even if I continued to have nightmares one after the other" he confesses with a note of shame. You approached to caress his forehead.

"And what did you dream?" Eddie takes a while to answer, perhaps because he had let himself be pampered by your touch, or even because the question made him slightly uncomfortable.

"Everything I've been through... even in middle school" You knew what he was referring to, so you stayed to listen to him "They beat me. They threw buckets of cold water at me, or mocked me at questions or in the cafeteria by throwing food at me" Your hand has crawled on his cheek. You would have consoled and caressed him for life in order to heal him. You thought about it especially when his eyes became shiny.

"And what were you doing?" You asked him, continuing to touch his skin with your fingertips.

"I was watching. Cried. I wished that everything would end. Let them stop" he said in a faint voice, as if revealing a secret.

"Did you take revenge in your nightmare?"

"No"

"Would you like to do that?" Eddie looks at you to that question as if he wanted to intercept your intentions: "If I can ask, of course" you added to inspire him with confidence and comfort.

"Yes" He didn't move, he preferred to stay still to enjoy your touch that made him feel good "I would like to make them understand what it means to be treated like this" you didn't have to know anything else. You put a kiss on his lips. A kiss that didn't last long.

"Come with me" You told him and he nods. You get up and you hold his hand until you get to the living room. The darkness made it impossible to distinguish. You advised him to stay still while you hurried to turn on the light.

His face changes completely when he sees Trevor and his friends bound and gagged on wooden chairs. He dilated his pupils as he searched for explanations in your gaze.

"What is this?" He immediately asked you in a slight tone of panic. You didn't know how to respond to him, how to explain your absurd gesture. You picked up a wooden bat and headed in his direction "Y/N, if it's a joke it's not funny!"

"Don't scream!" you scolded him "everything will end soon"

"What does that mean? Why they are here? Why did you cover the furniture? What do you want to do?" He bombarded you with frightened questions, until a moan distracted you. Trevor had woken up and with him two other friends of his. Perfect timing.

Trevor's face explained well what was going to happen soon, he tried to free himself by squirming, failing miserably. You approached "Someone is awake" you said removing the fabric from his mouth.

"Ugly psychopathic bastards!" He immediately began to scream "How do you dare to drug me, kidnap me and bring me here!? But do you know who am I? Or have you forgotten?" Trevor begins.

"Trust me, very soon no one will know anymore" you replied. His breathing was labored, his hair messed up falling in tufts in front of his face.

"Slut!" He shouted at you, still trying to squirm.

"It's useless for you to keep squirming, you can't free yourself. Much less scream, no one will hear you" You calculated hid strength level and that of his friends, you were not stupid. If you had to kidnap someone, you had to do it right. As for the noise and its screams, you had to make sure your neighbors weren't there tonight. You called them informing that their house had been invaded by rats and that tomorrow the disinfestation would solve the problem. Remember Mrs. Dolores' bewildered tone at that news, how she should have informed her husband and moved to her mother's house at least for the night. But after all, there was nothing to worry about! You were a good neighbor, you solved her problem in less than a few minutes. It would all be very sweet if only you hadn't concocted everything.

"Babe, this is insane! What are you doing?" Still his mind tries to realize if all this is a joke or reality.

"What you wanted Eds. I'm tired of you being treated like this, I can't stand by and watch"

Eddie tries to say something, but he can't "Let me understand... Did you two kidnap us just to get revenge?" He says it as if the whole thing were surreal, so much so that he laughs. Meanwhile, his friend, a few meters from him, looks at him with fear and concern. "Eddie the freak, ladies and gentlemen! You think you're scaring me piece of shit? Just because everyone calls you a satanist doesn't mean you have the balls to hurt me... you don't know what I'm going to put you through if you just dare to touch me" He threatens him.

"Don't listen to him Eddie"

"Of course! Don't listen to me, cover your ears. Otherwise, you might start crying. See if you let me go before I report you to the police and untie me!" He still shouts giving orders. Eddie seems paralyzed. Now he doesn't know what to do anymore. Follow the reason? To report you and run away? You approached him slowly. The wooden bat crawls on the floor.

"Remember what he did to you. What they did to you" you turned around him.

"Munson! I told you to untie me. What do you think you are doing there? Find an excuse to make amends?" Trevor was leaking with sweat, his veins on his neck were evident and his face red with rage.

"Remember your nightmares, where everything repeated itself and got worse" You brushed his shoulder with your nose. "Remember those who did not listen to you, who turned their backs on you"

"You're just a freak! You will be forever, useless and alone, with those nerdy loser drawings of yours!" He continues to scream non-stop. You could hear Eddie's heart beating even from a distance. This was the moment when the mind in front of an absurd decision tries to think of solutions, of the one where blood is not allowed. Too bad that the only solution was this. There would have been no way. People like Trevor had to be punished severely. "You don't have the balls to touch me, Munson! Remember! You're an ugly piece of shit, you're useless, like your friends-" He coughs. You could feel Eddie stiffen at those words, his teeth clenched, and his fists clenched. In this case, either he is still undecided and afraid, or he is considering silencing Trevor once and for all.

"Don't forget how no one came to your rescue-" you are interrupted by Trevor.

"-Like your pathetic family! useless pieces of shit! that's what you are!!" You have shaken your hand on the bat. If Eddie wasn't going to do anything, you would do it yourself. You would have no remorse. Meanwhile, the others who have recently woken up try to squirm in an attempt to free themselves. Others, like Chad, who flanked Trevor a few centimeters from him, watched the scene scared to death.

"You're pathetic! You don't deserve shit! See that you are dying! You both deserve to die!! Do you understand?" He screams and laughs at the time. He had gone completely crazy and your patience was reaching its limit.

"Eddie, if you don't do it-" He didn't give you time to finish the sentence, snatched the baseball bat from your hands and began beating Trevor violently. You watched him spill blood on the floor covered in plastic. Again, again and again. Trevor's head was slightly deformed, he may have broken his skull, as well as his jaw.

Trevor had bullied and mocked you since he arrived, sometimes Jason helped him, but he didn't participate so as not to be reprimanded by the teachers. He would snatch the notebooks in which you planned your next campaigns for the Hellfire, and when he wasn't satisfied he would take it out on your friends.

Eddie, covered in some blood, turns to Chad, gets dangerously close to him. Chad fidgeted and moaned something. For a moment Eddie seems to stop, as if thinking about it.

"You remember what Chad did, don't you?" You said behind his back. These words alone were enough to make him hit him as he had done with Trevor. And it went on like this until he killed everyone, one by one.

Chad in the gym made fun of you all the time for your physique, for how you didn't have a gymnastic body like theirs. He wrote to you on the locker room that your mother had given birth to a worm. This hurt you a lot, but not only because of the teasing about your physical appearance, but because of the bad jokes he made about your mother, who passed years ago, and the only one you loved more than anything.

More blood on the floor and broken bones.

Chester made sure to annoy you in the cafeteria when he was bored. He threw food at you, humiliated you in front of your friends and in front of the whole school. You once passed it off as a playful fight with food. Which had worked, but Chester and the others had also thrown the canteen trays at you, and he made sure to throw something sticky in your hair.

Eddie throws the neighbor's chair on the floor and starts beating him too until his shirt turns a very dark red.

Jackson used to remind you that you were different, not accepted by society and that you were a Satanist. He scribbled on your desk, threatened you and ordered you to kill yourself and throw you off a cliff. You spent mostly English lessons trying to ignore the bad things written on your desk.

It was the turn of the last, with the latter Eddie goes hard, because he stays at least an hour beating him and breaking the bones of his face and arms until he was completely tired.

Oliver at school filled your locker with rotten crap or chewing gum. But the worst thing was that it also targeted your house. It wasn't common, but at least once a week he would break a window or send you threatening letters in the mail, threatening you and your Uncle Wayne to leave Hawkins. He always wrote that poor stinking people like you did not deserve to live, but only to die in the middle of the street together with the homeless people.

Eddie walks away tired and throws the bat on the ground. Take labored, fast breaths. You approach slowly from behind him. Blood spread and painted the floor and the covered furniture. The scene was gruesome to say the least. Bodies beaten and with broken facial bones, some even carried serious injuries to the bones of the body. Eddie looks at his blood-stained hands. His pupils dilate, some of his eye capillaries are broken, giving him a bright red complexion. He was sweating, so much so that some of his hair had stuck to his forehead. He was shaking and began to sob. The realization. He understood the crime he had committed. He understood what had taken him.

"What did I do...?" he whispered to himself. Anxiety begins to devour him "I'm a monster..." Here is another step. Blame. Then soon there will be the phase of repentance, but nothing you couldn't manage.

"You're not Eds"

"Don't bullshit me Y/N!!" He screams, turning abruptly. You step back looking at his eyes no longer the ones they were before. "Look what I did!! I'm violent! I am-I am-" He begins to stammer and shed tears.

"Monsters are not born, they are made" you told him in a comforting tone "And these disgusting worms have just seen the monster they thought they saw. In this way they paid the consequences of their actions" Eddie stares at you as if he wanted to try to find meaning in your speech. "You are just a poor victim who because of them, because of their bullying, you crossed the line and exploded" you touched his hand and he for a moment portrays it.

"You..."

"I know what it means, Eddie, I've crossed the line in the past too. I went too far too" He doesn't seem to believe you, as if it were impossible for anyone to actually understand him. "Remember honey: I see you and I hear you. You won't have to hide with me" you told him with that sweet tone that he adores so much. This time you took his hand and he falls to his knees crying.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"It's all right love, I forgive you" you hug him savoring the metallic smell of blood. Eddie holds you close to him and you do the same.

"Don't cry honey, everything will be fine from now on. I'm with you. Why don't you go and take a nice shower while I clean everything up?" you advise him giving him several kisses from the neck to the cheek.

"Can you coming with me? Please?" he whispers to you.

"Of course my love. You can go in the meantime, I'll join you right away" He breaks away from the embrace and looks at you. You give him a sweet kiss on the lips and for a moment Eddie closes his eyes. He opens them.

He nods as you take away some tears with your thumb "Okay, I'll go" he says in a trembling voice, still shaken by what happened.

"Good boy, my Eddie." you praise him with a smirk. Eddie heads to the bathroom and you stand there in the middle of that massacre.

You were sorry to have reduced it like that, but it was the only way to finish it all and to make Eddie even more connected to you. If before you were his point of reference, now you are his only hope of life. Not to mention how it reduced Trevor and his friends. The blood, the broken bones, the lifeless eyes, the broken jaws and the deformed noses. What a sublime spectacle. It had been fascinating how suddenly Eddie had taken the bat and started a massacre. Here's what you meant by potential. If Eddie was capable of this, you couldn't imagine what else he was able to do. The demonstration that all human beings are capable of doing something, and for when it might sound good, like a speech that serves to inspire strength, it could actually take on dark and distorted tones. Tonight's could be defined as yet another mental breakdown. Where everything presents itself in front of you like a VHS recording that you can't stop watching. Honestly, you couldn't look anymore, it was too much, and after a thousand warnings the day of judgment had arrived.

You approached Trevor's dead body, blood still gushing from his mouth. You looked at him for a while and you smiled "I think Munson just killed you, I think he had the balls to hurt you" if only he could hear you! it would be a blast! you brushed against his raven hair "Look what you made him do... don't you think you've gone too far?" you whispered. If Trevor had the chance to hear you in the afterlife, well he had to know this. You heard the shower jet open and nonchalantly headed to the bathroom, ready to take care of Eddie.

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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

22. Imma get it done

Note: Last chapter of Arc 3! Quite a short arc but enjoy!

Masterlist here

With Supernova a massive hit, aespa was riding high on the wave of their success. The comeback had exceeded everyone’s expectations, garnering rave reviews and sending them to the top of the charts. Y/n couldn’t have been prouder, even though he had become an unexpected viral sensation himself.

But as soon as the hype around Supernova had begun to settle, the group’s attention turned to their next project: Armageddon.

And Y/n, despite the teasing he’d endured from his Supernova dance attempt, found himself secretly thrilled about Armageddon. This style? This was his kind of dance.

The girls were in the middle of rehearsals one afternoon, going over the new moves while Y/n watched from the back of the practice room. His eyes followed the sharpness of Karina’s moves, the precision of Giselle’s footwork, the elegance of Winter’s spins, and the playful intensity of Ningning’s expressions. They were nailing it, as always.

But the choreography for Armageddon stirred something in Y/n that Supernova hadn’t. It wasn’t just that the dance was complex—it was the attitude. The raw, powerful energy reminded him of his trainee days, when he had thrived on styles like this.

As the rehearsal progressed, Y/n felt his chest popping to the rhythm, as if itching to join in. He could already picture himself moving through the motions, flowing effortlessly through the choreography. His body craved the challenge, even though his rational mind warned him not to make a fool of himself again.

He’d barely made it through Supernova without becoming the fifth member. But this? This was different.

The music cut off abruptly, and the girls collapsed onto the floor, panting from exertion.

“Wow, this is a killer,” Giselle breathed out, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“It’s so intense,” Winter added, stretching out her legs as she caught her breath. “But I love it. I look so damn cool here.”

Karina looked over at Y/n, who was leaning against the wall, a distant look in his eyes. “You okay over there, Y/n? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“Yeah,” Ningning chimed in, still catching her breath but wearing a mischievous grin. “You’re not planning on going viral again, are you? Because if you want to try this dance too, we’ve got our cameras ready.”

Y/n snapped out of his thoughts, blinking. “W-What? No, no. I’m just... watching.”

“Uh-huh.” Giselle raised an eyebrow, not convinced for a second. “You’ve been popping your chest the whole time. Don’t think we didn’t notice.”

Karina’s eyes lit up with realization. “Oooooh… you want to dance to Armageddon, don’t you?”

The room fell silent for a moment as the girls stared at Y/n, waiting for his response. He hesitated, knowing that admitting it would only invite another round of teasing. But the temptation was too strong.

“...Maybe,” he pressed his lips thin, avoiding eye contact.

The room exploded with laughter.

“Seriously, idiot?” Winter said, her laughter ringing through the room. “After all that from Supernova?”

Y/n’s face flushed, but he couldn’t help but grin. “Look, Supernova was... Fine and fun. But this? This is more my style. I used to train with songs and intensity like this all the time. It’s different. You guys saw my first one when I danced to Drama”

"Actually, yea you're right." Karina nodded. "Drama was your favourite track from last year, and it shows."

"See?" Y/n exclaimed, ignoring the subtle tease from Karina.

Ningning clapped her hands together. “Well then, Y/n-oppa, you’ve got to show us. Come on! We need to see this.”

Y/n shook his head, already regretting his confession. “No way. You guys will just record me again and make me the centre of another viral video.”

“Duh.” Ningning deadpanned.

"You're stating the obvious at this point." Giselle deadpanned.

Karina smirked and crossed her arms, tilting her head in a way that made her seem both intimidating and playful. “You’re not getting out of this one, Y/n. You already admitted you want to do it. We’re not letting you off the hook.”

The girls stood up, forming a loose circle around him, grins plastered on their faces. Y/n sighed, realizing there was no escape. “Alright, alright. But no recording this time. I mean it.”

The girls groaned but agreed to the terms, reluctantly pocketing their phones. Y/n took a deep breath and stretched his arms, preparing himself. He hadn’t danced like this since last year. But muscle memory kicked in almost immediately.

Karina hit play on the track, and as the heavy beat of Armageddon filled the room, Y/n let himself go.

"Imma get. It. Done~"

His body moved instinctively to the rhythm, hitting each beat with a precision that surprised even him. The choreography was sharp, aggressive, and intense—exactly what he thrived on. He spun, kicked, and hit the floor with practiced ease, feeling the adrenaline rush through him. For the first time in a long while, he wasn’t the manager watching from the sidelines. He was dancing.

When the song came to an end, Y/n froze in his final pose, breathing hard. The room was dead silent for a moment, the girls standing there, wide-eyed and impressed.

“Jesus Christ…” Giselle finally said, breaking the silence. “That was... amazing.”

“Why are you our manager again?” Winter asked, her mouth agape. “Just replace Naevis and be our real fifth member at this point!”

Y/n chuckled, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Ehhhh, no thanks.”

But the girls weren’t done teasing him yet. Ningning nudged him playfully. “You know you’re going to go viral again, right? Even if we don’t record this, someone’s going to find out. Fans always do.”

Y/n groaned, collapsing onto the floor next to them. “Please. No more. I have enough teasing from the other managers.”

Karina grinned, sitting beside him. “Sorry, but you brought this on yourself. The dance was too good not to share.”

After the intense rehearsal and teasing session, the practice room finally began to settle down. The girls were going through the motions of cooling down, wiping their faces with towels, while Y/n leaned back against the wall, catching his breath.

As the group prepared to wrap up, Y/n couldn’t help but glance at Winter. She was still in her stage outfit, a sleek black ensemble that fit perfectly with the fierce concept of Armageddon. Her hair was slightly tousled, her eyes still carrying that sharp intensity from the dance, and for a moment, Y/n found himself a bit… distracted.

(I mean….look at her!!)

He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the thought. "Stop it, Y/n. She’s just in her stage outfit. It’s nothing."

But the idea of filming a short-form video with Winter suddenly popped into his mind. He’d already danced to "Supernova" and, well, kind of nailed the moves for "Armageddon" earlier. Why not just one quick video with Winter? Something fun with your besties.

Besides, Winter in that outfit—she looked amazing. Maybe too amazing.

"Just a video for fun" he told himself.

But before he could gather the nerve to ask, Winter beat him to it.

“Ya, Y/n,” she called out casually, strolling over to him with her towel slung over her shoulder. “Wanna film a quick TikTok with me?”

Y/n blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “What?”

Winter grinned, crossing her arms. “You heard me. Let’s film a short video together. You know, for the fans and might as well get you viral for the lols.”

For a second, Y/n thought maybe he had spoken his thoughts aloud and she’d heard. But no—Winter had just sensed the moment. She always had this uncanny ability to read him since elementary schools. And now, there she was, standing right in front of him, offering exactly what he had been thinking.

He scratched the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah… sure. What did you have in mind?”

Winter shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. “I don’t know. Something simple. We can do the chorus part of Armageddon—you know, the part you’re obviously dying to do again.”

Y/n laughed nervously. “Ok, that is exaggerating…”

Just as they started setting up, Karina, Giselle, and Ningning caught wind of what was happening. They exchanged glances and quickly circled around the pair, smirks already forming on their faces.

“Wooooow, so when Minjeong asked you to record together, you will? Favoritism!” Karina teased.

“Ooohh, what’s this?” Ningning asked, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease. “Are we actually gonna see some content from you, Y/n-oppa?”

“Or should we say… couple content?” Giselle added with a wink.

Y/n flushed a deep shade of red. “Oh piss off! It’s just a video for the fans!” He laughed.

Karina leaned against the wall, crossing her arms with a mischievous grin. “Suuuuurrreee.”

Winter, catching on to the teasing, played along. She gave Y/n an exaggerated, flirty glance, making him even more flustered. “I mean, Y/n is a natural in front of the camera. It’d be a shame not to showcase his skills, right?”

"Since when?"

Winter raised her eyebrow. "Supernova, duhhh."

Y/n groaned, shaking his head. “You’re all going to make this impossible, aren’t you?”

The girls burst into laughter, enjoying every second of his embarrassment. Winter, still smiling, leaned in a little closer, her voice teasing yet somehow genuine. “Come on, idiot. It’s just a quick video. You and me, no pressure.”

Despite his nerves, Y/n found himself nodding. “Alright, alright. Let’s just get it over with before they start recording us. And I need a cap from you, Aeri.”

"Oh, shit. He's serious now." Giselle wooed.

Winter grinned in victory and quickly set up her phone. She positioned them both in front of the camera, standing side by side, ready to film. The beat of Armageddon played softly in the background, and as soon as the music hit the right moment, they started dancing together.

Winter, as always, was perfectly in sync, her moves precise and confident. Y/n, to his own surprise, managed to keep up. The intensity of the choreography suited them both, and for a brief moment, they forgot about the teasing eyes watching them from the sidelines.

But, of course, the peace didn’t last long.

“Look at them,” Karina whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “They look like they’re shooting a couple’s video.”

“Maybe we should start shipping them,” Giselle added with a grin. “Imagine the fan theories.”

Ningning, never one to hold back, clapped her hands. “We could call it MinY/n Or Y/nTer!”

Y/n almost tripped mid-dance as his face turned a deep shade of red. Winter, however, laughed it off and continued dancing, her smile never fading. She seemed completely unfazed by the teasing, while Y/n struggled to maintain his composure.

They finished the short routine, and Winter hit pause on the recording. “There. Done. Easy, right?”

Y/n exhaled, grateful that the dance was over. “Yeah, easy.”

But before he could relax, Ningning jumped forward and grabbed Winter’s phone, quickly hitting play on the video. “Let’s see how it turned out!”

"I'll just go and bury myself in the corner." Defeated, Y/n dragged himself away to avoid any further embarrassments.

As the video played, the girls huddled around the phone, watching intently. Giselle and Karina exchanged knowing smirks while Ningning giggled at Y/n’s obvious nervousness during the dance.

“You two actually look pretty good together,” Karina teased. “Maybe we should make this a regular thing.”

Winter shot a playful glance at Y/n. “What do you think, idiot? Should we make this a regular thing?”

Y/n, still flustered, just shook his head and laughed awkwardly. “I think one video is enough for me, thanks.”

But deep down, as much as he dreaded the teasing, Y/n couldn’t help but enjoy the moment. Sharing the stage, even just for a short video, felt like a piece of his old trainee life returning. And as much as he tried to deny it, dancing with Winter, teasing or not, had been… fun.

Before the teasing could go any further, Winter tucked her phone away and turned to the others with a grin. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s not torment our idiot too much.”

“Aww, you’re being too nice,” Giselle pouted, though clearly joking.

“Don’t worry,” Ningning added with a wink. “I’ve already saved the video for future teasing material.”

Y/n groaned but smiled despite himself. As much as they teased him, he knew it was all in good fun. These moments, as chaotic and embarrassing as they could be, were what made living and working with aespa so special.

As the laughter and teasing finally died down, Y/n excused himself, heading to the kitchen for a moment of peace. He grabbed a bottle of water, still smiling at the chaos the girls had stirred up. These moments—though filled with endless teasing—were oddly comforting. The energy, the camaraderie, the way they pulled him into their world—it made everything worth it.

But his peaceful moment didn’t last long.

“Y/n,” a familiar voice called from behind him.

He turned to see the CEO standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smile on his face. Y/n stood up straighter, immediately switching into work mode. “Ah, sir! Didn’t know you were here.”

The CEO walked into the kitchen, casually leaning against the counter. “Caught the tail end of that video. You and Winter, huh? Not bad, not bad.”

Y/n flushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ehhh. It was just for fun. The girls wanted to film something quick for the fans.”

The CEO nodded, but the glint in his eyes hinted at something more. “You looked good out there, you know. Really natural. Makes me wonder…”

Y/n blinked, suddenly sensing where the conversation was heading. “I don't like where this is going…”

The CEO straightened up, arms still crossed as he studied Y/n. “You were a trainee before, and clearly haven’t lost your touch. What if we… you know, gave you another shot? A chance to redebut. You’d have the experience and fan support now, especially after going viral. Plus, the girls clearly like having you around.”

Y/n felt his stomach drop.

Redebut?

As in, go back to being an idol?

For a moment, the thought danced in his mind. The training, the performing, the stage lights—it was once his dream. But now, standing in the midst of the chaos that was aespa’s world, he realized something important.

Sure, being on stage again could be exciting, but he had found a different kind of joy here. Being their manager, getting teased relentlessly, watching over them as they navigated their own journey—that felt more fulfilling than anything. They relied on him, just as much as he did on them. The chaos they brought into his life was something he’d grown to appreciate, maybe even love.

Y/n shook his head, smiling softly. “I appreciate the offer, sir, but… I think I’m good where I am.”

The CEO raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? You’re sure? It’s not every day someone gets a second chance like this.”

Y/n laughed lightly, glancing back toward the practice room where the girls were still giggling about their latest prank. “Yeah, I’m sure. To be honest, It is more peaceful than I thought…despite how it looks. Plus, it feels more fulfilling.”

The CEO studied him for a moment before breaking into a grin. “Fair enough. Not everyone can handle that kind of chaos, but you seem to be managing it pretty well.”

Y/n chuckled. “Barely. These kids will make me age faster.”

With a nod, the CEO clapped him on the shoulder. “Well, if you ever change your mind, the offer’s on the table. But for now, I’m glad you’re sticking with them. They need someone like you.”

As the CEO walked away, Y/n took a long sip of water, letting out a deep breath. The idea of redebuting… it had been tempting, but this was where he belonged. Watching over aespa, dealing with their endless teasing, and navigating through their ups and downs—this was his life now.

Otherwise, who would watch over that crybaby better than himself?

#aespa #aespa x reader #aespa giselle #kpop #aespa karina #aespa ningning #aespa winter #karina #ningning #giselle #aespa x you #aespa x male reader #x reader #aeri uchinaga #kim minjeong #ning yizhuo #yoo jimin

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thattimdrakeguy · 1 year ago

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I HAVE BEEN READING ZDARSKY BATMAN, AND I HAVE DECLARED: I FREAKING LOVE IT!!

I'm reading the Batman Zdarsky run in reverse. That way if I see any bull I can back out at anytime: and to be honest--besides a few things. I really enjoy it

LIKE YO, THAT IS JUST STRAIGHT UP TIM DRAKE RIGHT THERE. It knows who he is as a character. his motives, it's great.

Screw the people complaining "oh why is tim still robin :((", THIS IS WHY HE IS STILL ROBIN. Because this is when he's at his BEST. When he gets to hit his character purpose, WHEN HE GETS TO BE HIM AT HIS MOST HIM. It's FANTASTIC.

Reading in reverse because I know I hated the first story, it was so contrived and ridiculous.

But this--this is some good shit.

Tim being an underdog fighter, having to use his wits to win the fight? MY DAWG, MY DUDE, MY GUYS, MY GALS, MY THEMS, MY THEYS, THIS IS SO TIMMY DRAKE. This is so damn Tim Drake, guys. Oh, my gosh, I am loving this so far.

Dick has his temper back? And trust me, he isn't normally like this. But he's hitting a limit AND IT'S SOMETHING NEW, NOT JUST A REFERENCE. HE'S ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING HE'D DO, 'CAUSE HE'S AT HIS LIMIT. That's wonderful, man. That is so wonderful.

Plus Tim is the heart of the Bat-Family again? This feels like someone actually went back to read these characters before writing it. I'm not saying everything is perfect of course, but these high marks are exceeding all my expectations. And I STOPPED reading comics because of how the beginning of this run destroyed any hope I had.

You guys have no idea how much I'm enjoying the few issues I've read. Besides the cussing (I remember after a bit they decided Tim was someone who used funny words instead of proper cusses), this feels like the Tim I know and love during the era I especially loved him.

Tim comparing himself to his predecessors? Tim not being a natural? A WRITER REMEMBERING THAT?? It's been so long since I've seen that! Most writers treat him like he was another prodigy when he wasn't. AND THIS GUY REMEMBERED THAT!

I shouldn't be so happy at just seeing Tim do Tim things, and serving his character purpose. BUT YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT'S BEEN SINCE A WRITER KNEW WHAT TIM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE.

Only complaints I have is that Jason feels like a typical Bat-Family member, and not the sketchy outsider that he is. Making him so close makes his character more bland in my opinion. And Steph is--also generic af unless she's wacky quirky...which is a characterization I hate for her, because she started off so damn interesting, but they made her a freaking trope instead, which is such a disservice to her, but she barely does anything so far, so whatever I guess. Doesn't mean much.

This is the first honest thing I've seen that I hated.

Not this

This isn't the Bat-Family

This is a sitcom world the fandom wants to be the Bat-Family and some comply with

They're not a sitcom. The conflicts, and uniqueness of the characters is what makes things feel alive and well.

This stuff is cheap fanservice for the fanon demographic that doesn't buy comics to begin with.

Fanon doesn't belong in canon.

I mean sure Tim could be drawn smaller, the gag of him looking 12 when he's nearly 18 doesn't work when he's bigger than Damian who is 15 (and contrary to some bullshit comics isn't meant to be small. that was a random thing added for writers who aren't clever to write better humor. it actually contradicts things that were already established).

Don't see the big deal though for most of this.

Can't wait to find it, though. Oh boy.

This whole obsession with Zur Batman, is way over done though. So--I wouldn't be shocked if that was the problem, because my golly does that plot point not seem to be stopping--and it was there from the start and part of the reason why I didn't read it 'til now.

Good Tim tho, at least. So heehee, yey for that--I think--I guess.

Oh, well.

It let me peak at a pseudo-version of an AU I made up years ago. So that's pretty freaking cool.

Always a plus.

And redoing Red Robin story beats but better? Normally I'd hate references to Red Robin, 'cause that changed the perception of so many characters for the worst, but ayy, a bit of redemption isn't bad.

Man, just seeing simple stuff like Tim and Bruce being good ol' classic Batman and Robin warms my heart. It's been so long since Batman and Robin has acted like a proper classic Batman and Robin. It's dynamic that's been sorely missed by many.

OH, MY GOSH, WHY DID THE FIRST STORY HAVE TO STINK SO BAD. THIS STUFF IS GREAT.

Like, DUDE, this is such a Tim thing for him to do!!

And he's showing emotion?? He's crying like how he does?? Because he's not a typical Bat-Family member who just angsts his way through?? THEY'RE MAKING HIM STAND-OUT AGAIN BY MAKING HIM, HIM??

WHY DID THE FIRST STORY HAVE TO SUCK SO BAD?? THIS IS GOOD SHIT.

Like this part is why I originally stopped reading, not because Bruce should think Tim is his soldier, and not his son, THE FREAKING OPPOSITE.

But because the original story has Bruce acting weird when unneeded, just to say this was so unneeded, and adding in all these stupid corny Bat-Family moments was so groan worthy.

This run started off with a story that was a total turn off for me.

To end up being a run that could've kept me enjoying DC, rather than running away from it from as far as I have.

Chip Zdarsky started off awful, but really, he ended up great.

And I've seen people complain about his run, and TRUST ME, there's stuff to complain about. But I have only ever seen the stuff worth complaining about, or stuff I WOULD complain about.

WHEN MOST OF THE RUN IS GOOD

At least when Tim is around.

Go figure.

Maybe I should've paid sole attention to how he wrote Tim and nothing else at the very least for that first story.

'Cause even in the first story, Tim was well-written--it's how cheap the rest of the story telling was in that first story that turned me off--and the weird knew about the movie plans that I am still fully judging harshly. (Love the new Superman film suit, though)

#Tim Drake #Robin #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Chip Zdarsky

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dedrameeroapologist · 21 days ago

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Take this with a grain of salt because I just think too much about something most likely irrelevant. So, I rewatched all S1 scenes with Dedra for science (rebel!AU), especially to remind myself whether Dedra really was expected to be better than everyone, or if it was just her ambition. Partagaz specifically says,

"There's a high bar for your performance."

I did think it's perhaps just ISB standard because later he says,

"That's why we're bringing in officers like you."

And it can easily be interpreted like she's not meeting ISB standards here, but no. She is expected to do better than ISB standards

"There's a high bar for your performance. Unfair perhaps, but senseless to ignore, and potentially the foundation of a uniquely superior career. You're supposed to be more competent and tucked away, that's why you're here."

So maybe I'm stating known things here, and came late to the party. But Dedra isn't just held to the ISB standard and never was. I was thinking what reason would have Partagaz to actually dot on Dedra. We don't see him giving any advice to anyone else privately. Not even to Heert, who is under Dedra. And he backs her all the time, even to Yuralen who seems to not be impressed with her.

I wonder if it's cut part of fitting 3 seasons into one, but it looks like she was supposed to be shown that she specifically is groomed for far higher positions - "uniquely superior career." If it were just about power and outranking others, it would be a "superior career.". So, Dedra herself is a unique case of an officer within the Empire.

Which moves us fast forward to S2 and Kalkite meeting. She was specifically selected by Krennic despite Ferrix (which honestly should be blamed on that guy who kicked B2), and as he said, he wanted her plan specifically, and she already had one "before they finished talking". But like, why would Krennic even know about her? She's just a Lieutenant Supervisor at ISB. He's in the Imperial High Command, and his branch is the Imperial Military Department of Advanced Weapons Research. ISB has an affiliation with it, but again, Dedra had no idea how the attendant who gave her information was called. So it kinda makes no sense for Krennic to know someone far below him, from a different division. Especially when he's clear in S2 that Supervisors are just "clerks" to him and beneath his reputation to care about. Technically, you could say they know her because of Ferrix failure, but also if it were any other supervisor in her place, they would have no career. So my theory is that Dedra, because of being raised by the Empire and having potential, was part of some gifted kids group that she didn't even know about.

So everyone demanded exceptional results because she was meant to be a perfectly shaped mold. High Command and Partagaz, as the one directly above her, would know they needed to shape her with challenges. Results of an ordinary supervisor would be lost in the ether, but if true, Dedra would be closely monitored. It would also explain why Partagaz considers Dedra his pupil. He was aware that her mind alone would be worth ten others combined. This would also fit within my theory that Dedra is actually pretty young. From my calculations, the ideal age would 25 yo in 5BBY* when Andor starts. It's enough to finish Royal Imperial Academy, even so if she was good enough to skip some classes. What makes me think that is that in S1, everyone treats her like a newbie, like she doesn't know how ISB even works. If she really was younger than most Lieutenants, it would make sense. It looks like she wasn't an attendant and came a Lieutenant straight from Enforcement. Where I suspect they saw in a short time she exceeded the expectations for that branch and would be more beneficial in Investigations, which is exactly what happens. So I would say in a way, Dedra wasn't aware that she was a sophisticated tool for the Empire. As long as there were results, she could bend the rules more than others; she could slip here and there because, in the long term, it was still beneficial. Her chain of luck ended when Lonni stole her codes. Even when Krennic is interrogating Dedra, he still admits "How does one balance such passionate competency with the mindless decision to confront Luthen Rael on your own?"

Dedra was really good in their eyes, probably too good, and because of that, she started to break the mold that Empire created for her. When she saw the outside through the cracks, she noticed the incompetence of the Empire, superiors, and how most go after their own benefit rather than the benefit of the Empire. This is why paradoxically she started to rebel against her own. Unaware of it, she started to fight the system that created her to be greater than most. When that happened, it made the system flawed and imperfect. It couldn't feed her enough.

Since I love parallels, it's like the Empire is Kronos, whose children were more powerful, and he feared they would overthrow him, so he ate them instead. Dedra, Krennic, Partagaz, Lonni, Tarkin, etc., could be seen as children who were eaten, while Vader fulfills the role of Zeus, who "kills" Palpatine. Together, all of them had their part in the fall of the Empire, just like Zeus killed Kronos with the help of his siblings.

*She couldn't be in her 30s or 40s as it would make her around +/-20 years old when the Galactic Empire was created, so her kinderblock past makes absolutely no sense. Honestly, I don't even have an idea what I'm saying, my mind is literally this.

#dedra meero #andor season 2 #andor #andor spoilers #major partagaz #lio partagaz #orson krennic

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anashins · 1 year ago

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can you write something about jaehyun spoiling his s/o, practically being her sugardaddy

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: fluff, romance, a bit suggestive in the end

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Jaehyun just really wants to put these designer high heels on you and take you out, but he's afraid other men might look at you. So he better makes sure you're not leaving without another diamond.

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I didn't know how serious the sugar daddy part was, so I hope you still like my take on this :) Based on a real life conversation.

“Is it too tight, Miss?”

You took a deep breather. And again. The fabric of the clothing indeed closed tighter around your chest, but not to the point of where you felt like gasping for air. It fitted you perfectly, like it had been tailored right onto your body in your sleep.

“It’s fine.”

The shop’s employee nodded and dropped her hands from your back to the skirts of the dress that flowed down your hips in a waterfall of different chiffon layers, arranging the fabric by your legs. It was a stark contrast to the tight corset and made the entire gown stand out even more - and not only because of its bright red color alone.

Jaehyun has always had an immaculate taste. He had proven it by the different dresses, handbags and shoes he had gotten you in the past few months, but tonight, he definitely exceeded himself, even though you had deemed it impossible.

You hadn’t known what to expect when he had suddenly texted you that you would get picked up by 5pm and in front of you then didn’t stand your boyfriend, but a driver instead, to give you a ride to this high end boutique where the dress had already been picked up for you.

“He also wants you to wear this.”

Something cold got placed around your neck, and when your eyes found the object in the full body mirror in front of you, you stopped breathing visibly. The necklace was sparkling with different diamonds, and you could directly tell that it cost more than triple the deposit of your first apartment after university.

You knew Jaehyun’s business was going well now, but not this well.

“Don’t you like it, Miss?”

Instantly, you shook your head, bringing your finger up to touch the pendant. You had been too stunned to speak.

“I love it.”

“Very well. He’s waiting outside now. You can pick a pair of shoes in the shop directly yourself.”

The nice lady quickly adjusted your hair, checked your makeup and then nodded contently before she led you out of the fitting room and back into the actual shop that had already closed down just because Jaehyun had wanted privacy for you.

And said man now stood by the window, his back turned to you. With an excuse, the employee left you two alone, and you then approached him with silent steps as your naked feet touched the ground.

“I surely didn’t miss our anniversary, did I?” you asked insecurely. “I don’t want to be rude or ungrateful, but Jaehyun… this is all very expensive, no matter how well your business is now doing.”

“Can’t I just spoil you every now and then, just because?” Jaehyun turned around with a smug smile. His hair was slicked back though a few thick strands had still gotten loose and fell into his forehead. He wore a dark gray suit that he had styled rather casually and in his hands, he was holding a pair of silver high heels that he then lifted and let it dangle in front of you. “I think these will make the look complete. Sit down.”

You did as you had been told and Jaehyun knelt down in front of you. With a deliberate motion, he raised his head to lock gazes with you, and you wondered why he didn’t continue.

"What is it?" you asked.

“I wonder if I can really let you go outside like this.”

Your heart sank. “What do you mean… like this? Doesn’t the dress suit me? Is it the color? It’s too much, right? I’ll ask for an alternative…”

You gathered the skirts around your waist and already wanted to stand up, but Jaehyun pushed you back down. “No! I meant it like… Ah! I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. To even look at you. Maybe I should call the restaurant and have them empty the entire setup, so I can have this sight all to myself.”

You blushed. “Don’t say that…”

“No matter how much money I make now or will make in the future, it cannot buy me a beauty like yours, and I still got you - beautiful inside and outside. What a lucky man I am. Here, now let me help you.”

Jaehyun flipped over the skirts so that your lower legs were free. He gently touched your foot and put it in one of the heels. It fitted perfectly.

“I feel like Cinderella when the prince was searching for her,” you giggled. When Jaehyun had closed the strap, you stretched out the leg and admired how elegantly you looked in the heel. “All this for a visit in a restaurant though? Will we go to an opera after? Watch a play? Whatever it is, I’m so excited!”

“Neither. Just dinner.” He reached for your other foot.

“That’s fine too!” you declared happily. “As long as we can spend time together. But Jaehyun… it doesn’t need to be all this. I know your business is now skyrocketing, but you shouldn’t invest so much money in me. Lately, you've been spoiling me so much, I don’t know where to with all your presents. There is not much space anymore in our home. I’m getting by just fine with my job. Just take care of yourself first.”

He stopped all his motions. “Remember when we were still in that rundown apartment after university? Barely able to afford daily food?”

“Of course I do.” Because it had been the worst time in your lives.

“Back then, you worked three jobs while I was still studying. And when you cried one night because it was too much, I promised you that one day, you wouldn’t need to work anymore, I was going to make so much money, you wouldn’t need to worry about life a single day anymore. I was going to take care of you.”

You gulped. “I didn’t know you remember…”

Jaehyun led your foot into the remaining heel, but didn’t make a move to raise or close the strap. Instead, he kept his head low and let his finger linger on your ankle as he recalled the memories. “Your suffering face… I never wanted to see it again, and a day like today, I want it to be a daily experience for you.”

“Jaehyun… what are you saying…?”

“I’m sorry, I handed in your notice at work today, you don’t have to return to this toxic workplace. Just look for another or don’t work at all if you don’t want to. I bought a penthouse by the river, we’re going to move in tomorrow. You don’t have to take anything with you, it’s all set.”

Your heart was beating by your throat now. “Jaehyun… what did you do?”

He looked up and explained, “I bought a bit of land a few years ago and one of the biggest investment groups in the whole country needed it for a new project. I sealed the deal yesterday, and I’m gonna be part of the project. We’re rich now.”

“That’s amazing!” You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him close. “All your hard work paid off, Jaehyun! I’m so happy for you, you deserve it!”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? I said we are rich now.”

You withdrew and shook your head. “It’s all you. It’s your business, your money. I got nothing to do with it.”

“You cooked for me, helped me study, did most chores and supported me in every way when I was invested in this business. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been with me the entire time, endured all hardships and believed in me too. You took care of me when I couldn’t, now it’s my turn.”

“You don’t need to repay me. I did all this, because I love you. Just live your life well, and I’ll be content too.”

“But I can’t be happy then.” He dropped his head.

“Why not?”

“Because I want to share all this with my wife.”

You gasped.

Jaehyun’s hand reached into his pocket. “Shit. I wanted to wait until we were in the restaurant, because it has a very nice rooftop, but I just can’t wait any longer. You’ve waited for too long already.” He opened his hand and along with it, the dark blue velvet box. “Please let me be your husband from now on.”

Your answer came in the way of you cupping his face and placing your lips on his while his hands simultaneously wandered up your legs.

Jaehyun didn’t come to close the second high heel for you that evening and neither did you make it to the restaurant.

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joenotexotic99 · 1 year ago

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Idk if you're still making this, but I want to let you know that we're waiting for BoB Lovetropes p2. My suggestions: Toye, Eugene, Malarkey, Guarnere, Luz, Sobel. Hope you're doing okay <3

A/n: I've been dealing with some stuff lately and now finally have a little time to catch up on old stuff. I also want to apologize anon I couldn't bring myself to soble. Sorry couldn't do it.

-Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of language, got wayyy to carried away with malarkey’s, oops. Might have to turn that into its own thing, if it's not already. Luz is slightly spicy, nothing crazy but you cant miss it.-

Masterlist

Joe Toye

-grumpy vs sunshine trope. Omggggg, the idea of this has me kicking my feet and giggling. Joe Toye is rough around the edges, tough skin. You, on the other hand, have always been the positive one, keeping the people around you spirits high. Being an optimist of sorts. Maybe not cheerful, but you could definitely make someone's day. Yet behind his grumpy facade, he can't help but notice your unwavering optimism. He wasn't opposed to love; he just never expected to be swept off his feet so quickly by one person. Your personality was anything but the same. Never in a million years did he think he was going to fall in love with a bright and shiny person, which was the exact reason why he loved you so much. You two were like night and day. You were the beacon of light in all the darkness. I feel like Toye would also be super protective over you. Kinda the same vibe as liebgott. But that's for another time.

“Is that a smile I see on your face toye?” “I'm one lucky bastard you realize that?”

Eugene roe

-office romance/forced proximity. I didn't exactly know what to call this one. Both you and Roe are Easy Company medics. Gene from the start, harbord a crush on you. And mean big time crush. Thinking about you, he got butterflies in his stomach. You both spent significant time together. Typically, the only times you were separated is when you were attending to fellow paratroopers. Bastogne was a turning point. You were in a jeep headed to the church, your hand and a cloth being the soul thing keeping a man alive. You almost made it before the church burst into flames. When Gene heard what happened, he got the first ride possible to bastogne. When he saw you, hand now on a clearly dead man, he took you into his arms, relived that you were alive and mostly ok. He brought you back to the Adrennes forest. As usual, you spent the night in genes fox hole. The only difference was you both saw what was right in front of you for the first time and kissed. It wasn't until Austria that he gave you a promise ring where he promised to spend and devote the rest of his life with you.

“you make me the happiest man you know that y/n?”

“Tell me that again at our wedding”

Donald Malarkey

-friends to lovers? Maybe a sprinkle of enemies to lovers?? I don't know but here me out. So you join the paratroopers as a female, the reason you got in was from connections in the army. Seeing how even if you are the most talented female there is, it's still the 40s here. I wouldn't think that the Toccoa men would flat out bully you, but would more just not believe in you. Probably leave you out of a lot of things. Kind of just pretend you weren't there. But not malarkey. He saw something in you that the rest didn't. Honestly he was shocked to see how they treated you. You were the best paratrooper there was in this company. You stood your ground. You met and exceeded in all categories. Passed each test with flying colors. You also were able to do it with the most incredible smile. As much as you disliked it, he stood up for you. Complimented and congratulated you when you did well. You really liked him. He was cute, kind, and not a douche wad. But sadly, most guys here if they weren't mean, they were trying to get Into your pants. As much as you wouldn't mind that with malarkey, you weren't here for that. One day in Aldbourne England you had enough. You weren't going to get swooned into bed and he had to know it. When you had a spare moment you grabbed him and pulled him aside and told him to stop. He was bewildered that this is how you perceived him. He explained to you that was not his intention. You could hear the sincerity of his voice. He meant it. This was the start of your friendship. You both were like a thing but not? Kinda a situationship. But it wasn't official until Haguenau. The effects of war painted across your faces. In one of the houses you laid in one of the beds, trying for the hundredth time to get some rest to no avail. He came and found you. There was little and a lot to say. Instead he kissed you. The past two years of friendship melted instantly into a lifetime of love.

“god i've wanted you to do that for a long time”

“What happened to ‘I'm not here for a relationship’?”

“shut the fuck up and kiss me again would ya”

William Guarnere

- Enemies to lovers. Come on, this is so perfect. Guarnere is a natural bully. He bullies everybody all the time, but you? He loves bullying you. He always has an insult special for you up his sleeve. However, that's a lie. He hates it to his core. You are the sweetest person ever. All he wants to do is not bully you. He's somewhere in the middle of liebgott and Speers. He doesn't want to be seen as weak. He has this demnor he feels the need to uphold and that everybody around him expects. Not some ooey gooey man. Even though if he could, he'd probably worship you. You were perfect in his eyes. He hates himself more and more, but the more he digs himself into this hole, the harder it is for him to get out. He finally cracks when someone else makes a particular mean stab at you one day at a bar in holland. He can hate himself all he fucking wants for bullying you. But somebody else is doing it? Hurting you? Not going to happen. He breaks his nose, jaw, maybe a rib or two, black eye and busted lip, all before he could get ripped off this guy. You get wind of this later. Within minutes you're confronting him. Before he shuts you up with a kiss.

“I thought you hated me”

“Hate you? No, For fuckes sake sweetheart, I'm in love with you”

George Luz

-meet cute. You originally met just before you signed up to be paratroopers. And I mean just before. You were getting blood work done to test how fit you were to fight. As you waited in the lobby to fill out paperwork, you went to reach for your pen. That's when you realized it wasn't there. It just so happens that a very cute guy next to you had an extra with him. You quickly filled the paper and exchanged names and conversations. On the way home you couldn't get him out of your head. So couldn't he. Later when you were assigned to easy company you found the one and only George luz. The same extremely handsome guy at the clinic. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? Your face and laugh had been at the front of his thoughts a lot lately. You tried to keep both of your composure during Toccoa seeing how you didn't want to get into any trouble. But that all fell apart after one weekend with a pass and some alcohol. Kisses were shared, clothes were shed and hands roamed. After that night you made it official. Luz also started writing his vows.

“you know I've never felt this way before”

“What the sex or me? Because If it wasn't the sex let me know so we can go again”

“both luz, but I can't turn that offer down now can I”

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #joe toye x reader #eugene roe x reader #Donald Malarkey x reader #george luz x reader

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suplicyy · 1 year ago

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[Prompt Series pt.4]

Tanaka and you sucking helium

— Summary: Tanaka and you sucking helium and talking in very high-pitched voices.

— Fluff, comedy

— Gn!Reader

You had to do everything for your perfect plan to work. Everything was already going exactly as planned... until a distraction makes your whole plan go down the drain.

You got a part-time job at an amusement park, with the aim of selling balloons to the local children. But why were you doing this?

It had been 5 months since you had been in a relationship with Tanaka, and for this special date you wanted to buy him a perfect gift! You still didn't know exactly what you were going to buy for the boy, but to get gifts you obviously needed money.

So that's why right now you're selling balloons in the amusement park full of smiling families on a very hot Sunday, love requires some sacrifices after all. 'All for the present...!' You thought as a way to try to cheer you up, but that unbearable sun seemed to be trying to kill you. The amount of money you had earned in the last few days actually exceeded your expectations, so just a little more work and you would complete the goal of the amount of money you set and thus be able to buy the gift you dreamed of.

Your boss always gave you a certain amount of balloons that would last you a whole day to blow up, so there were almost never any balloons left at the end of the day. And you wanted to stay there until you sold the last balloon, which will probably make you leave a little later.

But it seems the universe has other plans for you.

"[NAME]!!!" You heard a very familiar voice calling you. But before you could turn around to see who was calling you, you felt someone hug you tightly.

"R-Ryu!? What are you doing here??" "I'm here to see you of course!! I couldn't let my goddess melt alone in this heat!!" he says dramatically.

Tanaka knew you were working, but he had no idea you were doing it to buy him a gift. So you knew that one time or another he would come to your workplace and keep you company.

"Well... it's almost time for my break, so why don't you buy us some snacks while I gather my things?" you say as you check the time on your phone, seeing that there are only 4 minutes left for you to have a little rest until you go back to work again. "Of course my dear, ALL FOR YOU!" and in the same second Tanaka runs towards a food stall.

You sigh at the boy's exaggerated reaction, but then you give a small smile.

The two of you are now sitting in a place a little away from the entire amusement park crowd, as you finish eating your snack that Tanaka bought. But something was wrong.

Everything was quiet. Too quiet.

He is known for being a very noisy person, so if he is present in a room and the whole place is quiet, it means that something is not right.

Then you turn to look at your partner, but as you do so you can see him silently picking up a balloon and trying to reach the helium gas cylinder. "Ryu what do you think you're doing!?" When he hears your voice, he jumps in fright and quickly turns to you.

"I just wanted to test something! Let me do it please!!" And before you can respond, he has already taken the balloon and put it in the air outlet of the cylinder, filling the balloon with gas. After filling the balloon completely, he holds the tip of the balloon and places it in the mouth, sucking out some of the helium gas.

You watched the boy's actions in horror, wondering why he had these kinds of ideas. But the second he opened his mouth to speak, you knew his idiocy had paid off.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

His voice was high-pitched.Very high-pitched.

I don't think you've ever laughed as much as you do now. Anyone passing by would think a murder was taking place because your laughter was so scandalous at that time. And when Tanaka started laughing with you along with his stupidly thin voice, you laughed even harder – if this was really still possible – It got to be suffocating for you to keep laughing, but you couldn't stop when he opened his mouth to speak.

"L-Let me try too...!" You said, breathless from the incessant laughter. Taking another balloon, you repeat the same process that Tanaka did, filling the balloon with gas and then placing it in your mouth, sucking out some of the air.

"Do...Do you know why are snails slow...? B-Because they're carrying a house on their back!!"

You and Tanaka laughed even harder, but not because of the stupid joke you told, but because of your voice, which was now the same as his. And you continued doing this until almost the end of your break.

You turned to pick up another balloon, but all you could do was feel around the floor, which now had no more balloons.

"Oh..."

Your only reaction was to alternate your gaze from the empty floor to Tanaka, who was also silent about the situation. Now you would have to explain to your boss why the balloons ran out and why you and your boyfriend had extremely high-pitched voices.

A/N — My exams start next week, so I don't know if I'll be active here these days...😭

But when they are finished I will be sure to post everything here!!

— Prompt chosen for this post: Person A and Person B sucking helium and talking in very high-pitched voices.

[Prompt Series Masterlist]

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #hq #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka x reader #haikyuu fluff

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codename-adler · 8 months ago

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Adèle Moreau (18) USC Gymnast

I’m gonna be honest, babes, it seems she has been living inside my head for years but never on paper? I haven’t got any written notes?? Wild. Absolutely sick behaviour. Got playlists tho! I should search my mess of a desk among the dunes and dunes of paper, maybe she’s in there. I gave birth to her while working at a donut shop during covid, so I was using receipt paper to write down when I was bored playing security guard at the door for insane customers… Dark ages… She was my light. Take care of her, ‘kay?

*Because she dates back to 2021, this has nothing to do with TSC – refer to this oc masterpost for context OR ask meeeee*

Excerpt from Wade Vesper's (OC) file: While Wade's personal case remains unsolved, he's 27 when he falls head first into the case of his life: tasked with protecting Adèle Moreau, surviving daughter of the Moreau crime family that had fallen to ruin in France years ago, Wade cannot let go of her once it is time to hand her over to Witness Protection. Adoption it is. Never in a million years would Wade have imagined being the legal guardian of a girl with ties to the mafia, one that could be killed any moment, one that chips at his fortress of a heart and ice-cold of an exterior. One that mends his heart in ways he never thought possible. One that takes only months to heal parts of him he never even considered were broken, when years of relentless work had done barely anything. Light of his life, and whatever. But for years, she survives, and so does he, and they're even happy together. Until. It's always 'until'. Neil Josten, aka Nathaniel Wesninski, opens his big fat mouth and reveals awful things, opens up gates that should have stayed locked. Adèle learns about Jean Moreau, learns about USC, hides the little she knows about her past and her file, and somehow lands both her and Wade in SoCal, under the pretense of joining the excellent gymnastics program at USC.

Jean is supposed to be in his early twenties in this and Adèle is his little sister of 4-5 years younger

Since TSC I have been thinking of incorporating Elodie into this fic’s lore, as the sibling between Jean and Adèle who still dies, but it’s just an entertaining thought to play with, nothing more

In this AU, the Moreau mother is better than what Jean got in canon; although she acts too little too late, she tries, like Mary, and her children survive, like Neil, but at what cost… at what cost

Maman Moreau is meeker than her Wesninski/Hatford counterpart, much less ingenious, not because she loves her husband or agrees with him, but because anything brighter has been beat out of her since girlhood

All she has left is the training ingrained into her body, burned into it, scarred into in

Jean has always been reserved for something else, away, something more, and she loves him, she does, but he is stronger than her, already, which leaves her nothing to give him

Adèle, however… Adèle is all hers

Maman Moreau tries to begin her training at the very most perfect second; not too young, not too old; not too grown, not too soft; not to aware, not too stupid

If she plays her cards right, if she plays her daughter just right, Adèle will climb up to the top of the world’s podium, like her older brother is supposed to, and maybe then, maybe then…

It’s gymnastics from 6 to 6, 6 days a week. Not on the Lord’s day. Then we must pray. Mother Mary knows we have too much to pray for.

In 2 years, Adèle quadruples her potential and skills, rivaling the Romanian girls

She’s on an unstoppable high, she’s doing it, exceeding expectations, sweetening the sense of victory Maman Moreau cannot help but float on

It is not enough

Or, well, too much

Adèle is perfect, this strong and agile little doll anyone would be lucky to get their hands on

Her price skyrockets and Moreau Senior collects

Her price pays for the errors of Moreau Senior and the Red Room is coming to collect

Maman Moreau falls catatonic at the news, because she knows, she knows, has heard the whispers like trails of blood, and she is locked in the confines of a room in the attic, because Adèle cannot know, Jean can’t know

It is not the first time, after all, that Maman Moreau is sick

The Moreau siblings suspect absolutely nothing as their family and servants gather to see Adèle off from the porch of the Villa Marseillaise

And none of the Moreaus expect a raid from an armed enemy squad, shooting all over, slicing throats left and right

Adèle Moreau dies that afternoon

She’s shot in the back twice and bleeds out in the sandy gravel, her Maman bowed over her little corpse, banshee wailing in the winds of the willows

The raiders set the land on fire and Lady Moreau stands guard over her daughter as it all goes ablaze

From the doorway where he is being carried to safety, Jean Moreau, little Jean, a knife still sticking out from his back, failed attempt at killing him, or was it, catches a glimpse of his burning mother, but never sees his baby sister again

Adèle wakes up in an unfamiliar car, an unfamiliar young man driving, speaking lowly into a cell phone in an unfamiliar language, unfamiliar accent

She is laid on her tummy in the backseat, an even younger man unwrapping mummy bandages, when a bump in the dirt road triggers a searing pain along her spine down to her toes

She almost has time to scream before a strongly scented cloth covers her mouth and she goes back into the dark wonderland

Adèle Moreau vanishes from Marseille and resurfaces as Astrid Müller in Geneva, under the guardianship of a very old couple, childless, both coincidentally retired gymnastics coaches of worldwide renown who teach her everything they know

As Astrid’s bullet wounds heal nicely, a goddamn miracle, the severe burns covering half of Maman Moreau’s body don’t, nor does her heart, or Jean’s

As Astrid trains harder than ever, works from sunrise to sundown on the Swiss farmland, her brother is shipped to America and her mother is interned somewhere in Finland

Astrid does not understand, and she almost forgets, if it weren’t for the twin circles marring her back, but not even ten years go by before someone finds her again

They kill the old couple without mercy but they don’t find her, and the news of the murdered Olympic coaches goes international but they don’t mention her

Adèle and Astrid collide, battle it out somewhere in the acres of blooming corn

It’s one of the American agents of INTERPOL that finds her, and doesn’t let her go

Wade Vesper holds her till Montpelier, Vermont, till the case is opened and closed, opened and closed again, opened and abandoned, till her papers show Marian Vesper, till she hides her accent completely under an American one, till she graduate high school at the top of her gymnastics team, till it’s time to fly away to college

Wade doesn’t teach her everything he knows; if he teaches her a hundredth of what he knows

As hard as some things are to forget, some other are even harder to ask, and answer

Until Nathaniel Wesninski opens his goddamn mouth and almost gets himself killed once or twice, like it’s fun

UCLA was the plan, UCLA was always the plan, fellow gymnasts already awaiting her arrival on the champion team, but Marian applies to USC, because they have a new athlete on their Exy lineup, and she could swear she knew him

What is Wade to do? Uncover the landmine he’s been hiding with his body since he met her? Let her go into the Californian minefield that could make her disappear for good? Fly them to the British countryside and leave a burning house behind?

He lets her go

For better or for worse

Marian fits seamlessly into the dorm life of the student-athlete building, fits in seamlessly with her roommates, two of whom are on the Exy team

The more she learns of this nightmare of a backliner they just welcomed, the more she finds them both beautiful, the more she avoids said backliner, Jean

He doesn’t have a sister; he doesn’t speak French anymore; he isn’t out of the woods yet

Wade Vesper, Neil Josten and Jean Moreau are helpless to what is about to come down; what is done, is done

A Trojan she is, at last

Adèle Moreau doesn’t know what box of horrors she opened

She only wanted–her brother

#oc: adèle moreau #my ocs #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #the foxhole court #steady now #jean moreau #neil josten #oc: wade vesper #nathaniel wesninski #my wips #elodie moreau #catalina alvarez #laila dermott #lailalvarez #aftg ocs #trojan ocs

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damnyoureyes-weasley · 8 months ago

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This. Is. Cinema.

On the surface it's 2 guys a girl and a whole lotta horny tennis.

However, every single shot is curated to perfection.

It seems the movie is centered around this one match in New Rochelle and how our characters got to this point.

Over the course of 13 years we see failure, flirtation, lust, jealousy, trickery, obsession, pining and an intense rivalry. This all culminates into 2 ¼ hours of tension, techno and tennis.

The soundtrack adds a hyperventilative (which I'm aware isn't a word but should be 💀) layer to scenes that would not normally do so. A simple scene at a table turns into a 'holding your breath. Will they won't they' moment with the loud aggresive techo playing over the simple conversation.

All the tennis games are tense but the main one had me on the edge of my seat each time we came back to it. Also it's obvious but I appreciated the nod to the main tennis match being a representation of their tumultuous history.

Each of the three main characters feel so human that you can't just say "well they're the villain of this story and the reason all these bad things happened" bc they all fuck up and none of them are definitively villians or victims.

I noticed immediately that Patrick towers and invades people's spaces consistently throughout the 13 years. He's childish, immature, cheeky, stubborn, condescending and arrogant. There's also a vulnerability there. I think he's genuinely in love with Art ig only at first and 'who wouldn't be'

Art is sly, cunning, very insecure and softer as a person. Whether he was always like this or Patrick's intimidating, towering nature backed him into a corner slightly we'll never know but from the moment we meet them he's always second. Second to speak with Tashi, to sit on the bed. He gets shouted over a lot by Patrick but I think that makes us feel sorry for Art which allows his trickery to pass under our nose and us to underestimate him.

Tashi is obsessive, controlling, demanding and stubborn but also sweet and shows concern. I, however, think she never loved either of them, we knew this with Patrick but I think she lived vicariously through Arts career and cared for Art but never deeply loved him. Tashi and Patrick would not work in any universe because they're both too stubborn and they're both leaders, we see the fault of this pairing in the dorm before Tashi's match.

I won't pretend to be some film snob who only looks at the nuances and won't shamelessly say that this film was hot beacuse it was, incredibly so. The churros for Christ's sakes.

This film exceeded my already high expectations and I will say somethings potentially fishy about Lilys parentage just saying 🫢

To round this review off, I quote my favourite review, I've read "The tennis is about sex and the sex is about tennis"

#challengers #art donaldson #patrick zweig #tashi duncan #tashi donaldson #zendaya and two cute twinks

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acquired-stardust · 11 months ago

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Acquired-Stardust's First Anniversary!

It's the one year anniversary of Acquired-Stardust! A huge thank you to everyone who's supported us so far. Read on for some more detailed thoughts from both Ash and Larsa looking back on our first year.

Wow, so it's been a year already huh? And what a roller coaster of a year it's been, with so many more highs than lows. Larsa and I originally started Acquired-Stardust to help motivate us to experience some of the overwhelming amount of media on our backlog and to hopefully help share some enjoyment of things new to us that was deserving of it alongside stuff we already knew and loved. Two specific goals were to avoid dwelling on negativity with a focus instead on what's worth our and your time, and to avoid trying to quantify fun or quality with traditional scored reviews of things. In that pursuit I utilized some of my enjoyment of virtual photography (which started in part due to being a Tumblr user as far back as 2011), finally getting around to writing more in a public capacity and we even learned how to make gifs specifically for this blog. All that in and of itself has been really rewarding to do, but the reception that you all have given our posts has been overwhelming and far exceeded our wildest dreams.

Low points come with a silver lining. Dealing with our content (so far almost entirely visual works) being reposted without any credit or permission by large Twitter accounts has been frustrating, and necessitated the creation of a Twitter account of our own (which you can find here) to try and hopefully get out in front of stuff like that and bring more stuff that people might want to see to more eyes. The account has struggled mightily with visibility, but it's been a great reinforcement of our original choice of platform in Tumblr. Tumblr's community has an integrity and emotional depth not seen elsewhere, and the platform itself allows people to connect with the sorts of things they want to see much more organically without the heavy-handed forcing of algorithms incentivizing people ripping each other off. Tumblr users are the kind of people I want to make things for, and Tumblr is the platform I want to make things for. Sharing our journey through media worth experiencing with you has been and will continue to be an honor and a pleasure.

We have plenty more ideas for stuff to post. For one we'd like to cover anime much more frequently, though it's a crowded space with lots of very talented and dedicated people covering it. We'd also like to write more often about games and anime both, and have plenty of subjects in mind including various things of a wider focus than just singular pieces of media. We'd like to create a pinned post that has a directory of sorts with links to an about section alongside things like filters for popular posts and writing. We've also been thinking of occasionally reblogging some of our older posts to bring them to newer followers who might've missed them the first time around. Hopefully you all will continue to enjoy the stuff we make even half as much as we've enjoyed bringing it to you all.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for making this first year so special for us, and here's to many more. Treat yourselves to something nice today in our honor so you can share in our joy as well.

-- Ash I cannot believe that it has already been a year since Ash and I decided to start this blog together as a team. I suppose the saying must be true that time files when you are having fun because my time spent on this blog has a been a great experience. We started this blog expecting that our posts may never be seen by anybody and that was okay as long as the cool things we were passionate about had a chance to be seen by anybody at all even just one extra time. However, quickly our posts started to get some eyes on it and our fellow Tumblr users actually enjoyed the stuff we posted so far. My gaming background has been many RPGs, fighting games, strategy games, third person shooters, and then that extended further to other hobbies like trading card games such as "Yu-Gi-Oh!". Oh and I shouldn't forget to mention an unhealthy amount of monster taming games. It's cool to see on this community that so many of you love these things too. Likewise we have enjoyed when you all would share your feelings with us in replies or reblogs about the subject matter. Seeing what the subjects of our posts mean to you means the world to us. Personally I had never been involved on Tumblr much until this blog maybe due to my severe shyness. The platform to me always felt like something that passed me by back in the day like a ship in the night and perhaps people weren't active on it anymore. I was completely wrong in that assumption the community here is not only active everybody is almost unanimously incredibly thoughtful and nice. Sometimes the world can feel like a pretty awful place especially when you are disabled while living an alternate lifestyle. I think we all deserve some light to brighten things up in life. Thank you all for the support over the past year, it means a lot to us and we will keep working hard to keep bringing more to the blog. My goal is to keep spreading positivity and writing about more subjects to share with you. Please look forward to the future and let's all be kind. -- Larsa

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emblemsaga · 1 month ago

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character and route/endings tierlist or thoughts?

i'll go through each character w a tier list and then i'll just talk about some of the routes with my thoughts bc there are a lot and most of them i dont have much to say other than "ayy thats pretty good"

general spoilers under the cut for the hundred line last defense academy (long post). tiers arent like exactly internally ordered

S tier: the twins are so great. kako is super cute and ima is such an ass and their dynamic is 10/10. a surprisingly big part of the plot in some cases?? everything at the end of route zero is so sad kako has the most angst and anger out of any character in the cast. incredible.

darumi was my girl from the start and she only got better. she's the best. i died a little inside whenever she was unavailable. the references never got old and she has so many good quotes and once you get into her storylines it's so sweet.

actually i should just say the game exceeded my expectations with pretty much everyone

LYL: takumi is genuinely such a fun protagonist, he's stupid and an ass and kind of a bad leader half the time but knows how to make up for it. nozomi is just the cutest sweetest and surprisingly assertive i love her. i'm a sucker for the lovable sweet ones in these games (looking at you luna VLR)

kyoshika is the funniest character in the game bar none, she's hornier than yugamu (somehow) but also really endearing.

kurara is one that surprised me being so high but damn. shes cute she's funny, one of the few consistently competent people here.

eva i should mention i started with the kill eito branches and WOW that did so much for her development, she's tragic and fun.

8/10: takemaru and tsubasa are pretty plain but good. takemaru's just a really stand-up guy and tsubasa is the nice girl yes but also surprisingly savage when it comes down to it? the group would suffer without these guys.

i had my suspicions on eito for a long time but he's so hammy and comic book villain about everything it's hilarious. rumble is a banger of a theme.

gaku sucks so much but in like, the funniest way possible. another positive surprise honestly. he's so unabashedly bad but also a nice guy.

vehxness after 1) knowing the truth and 2) playing vehxness route is literally the perfect villain for this game. let takumi have an actual romance with her.

still greats: hiruko and yugamu are funny as hell despite their shticks and get some good story moments too. i dont ship either of them with takumi but their dynamics with him are top tier even platonically.

moko really wasn't what i expected her to be but it's nice to have such a strong yet sweet voice around.

shion once he comes out of his shell is a little cheesy but by that point in the game i dont mind. cute dynamic with tsubasa too.

sirei is a piece of shit but he's kind of comically bad at it?

alright: shouma fades into the background a lot, i dont hate him and he has some good moments but mostly he's just there, and the same kinda goes for nigou. i dont dislike either of these characters!!

my thoughts on some routes:

my favorite forever and ever is SF route. i purposely kept it for last since i knew no other route could end with a natural "happy ending", and i do think it works best like that? the plot and characters both take a bit of a backseat and the game is pretty tongue-in-cheek with how this is "the happy one" and i think it's very good if you already had the interactions of the entire game. i dont think it stands on its own very well but it's for me the perfect conclusion to Last Defense Academy.

retsnom route and romance route are both incredible, nothing else to say really just some of my faves

the worst route is box of blessings. nothing comes close. there are a few good scenes but the story kind of sucks and forced explore is ass, and doing an identical forced explore FOUR TIMES is extra ass

i dont hate battle route. it mentally drained me, i was completely exhausted by the end, but i can say i'm glad i did it which is a lot more than i can for BoB. the humor is also top-notch and it's fun to flex your units, though its a real shame some of the stronger ones (darumi, kyoshika, eito) are unavailable. probably dont play it in one go - take a break w some Comedy or something.

2nd scenario is good. its good its definitely a kodaka story and a very well done important part of the game. it's not as unique as some other routes and feels very route 0-like but like, it's good.

#the hundred line #last defense academy #thllda spoilers #thl spoilers

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fromfairyland · 7 months ago

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My thoughts on Bleakwatch Chronicles: Tinkerbell and the Lost City

I really, really enjoyed this book! I would recommend it to any disney fairies fan, particularly fans of the movie series. It was also a delight to read about a nonbinary fairy in the disney fairies universe! Overall, I don't want to say that I was plesantly surprised, because I was expecting Bleakwatch to be good, but I will say that it exceeded my (reasonably high) expectations. I am very happy about this! A more spoilery discussion below the cut ✨✨✨

First of all, to expand on what I touched on earlier, Clark did an incredible job of imbuing the tone of the disney fairies film into this book. It very much felt like a Tinkerbell film through the characterisation of the characters we already know from the movies: the interactions Tink had with Clank and Bobble at the start literally felt like I was reading dialogue from a df movie. Even Scribble, the bookish fairy from Secret of the Wings, had a mention! Clark did his homework for sure. This doesn't just come through in characterisation and references though, it also moulds the new lore of the series, which is really cool. For example, in bleakwatch, dream talents are necessary because of the lack of the moonstone and moonlight that is required to generate pixie dust. Bleakwatch is firmly established in the canon of the movies and this is done is a very genuine and authentic way. It reads as a natural continuation.

All of the new characters we are introduced to in this book are enjoyable, my favourites being Quin, Danvers and Darwin. I did wonder if perhaps there were a few too many characters apart of the Flutterpunks for such a short book, we don't really have enough time to get to know any of them apart from Quin, but I understand that a team of fairy scavengers would need multiple members and I trust that they will be characterised further in subsequent books.

Though objectively I appreciated this book the whole way through, personally it took me a little while to really embrace it because my favourite thing about the df franchise has always been pixie hollow, it is to this day (and I read a lot lol) one of my all time favourite fictional universes. So at first I didn't think reading a book about a society of mainland fairies would be for me. But the concept of this book is so well done that it really drew me in, particularly the exploration of class and the exploitation of lower classes (which feels silly to be saying about a df book but here we are). The idea of fairies having their talents suppressed by those who wish to guard resources (pixie dust) for themselves is a conceit rife with potential that I trust this series will continue to fulfil. I did think it was obvious that King Bartleby was the one behind the whole scheme but I'm not going to critique a kids book for having a plot twist that was predicatble to me, an adult (also I think plot twists should be predictable to a degree but that's a seperate tangent). The lore and also just, the vibe, of bleakwatch is also so compelling, like baby's laughs attaching to pieces of metal and machinery (what would this look like in present day I have to wonder?) and all these new talents that have emerged. The dreamdross thing is particularly cool to me and i'm excited to learn more about it! Also the image of an underground society of fairies lit by glowing mushrooms is just very cool!

As I mentioned I have a bias towards pixie hollow so I was a little peeved by the constant degradation of it as 'rustic' or 'backward' by the bleakwatch fairies, not because i'm that easily offended, but because it didn't really make sense to me that bleakwatch fairies would feel this way about pixie hollow when it would provide a far better living situation than they have, even before they knew that their talents were being suppressed. I even had an annotation that was like 'man when I learnt about never fairies i'd be PISSED'. But when it's revealed that the only source of information the bleakwatch fairies have about pixie hollow is King Bartleby, who would obviously present it in this way so that no one would ever want to leave the society that he is presenting as better, I decided that this is one of the most clever aspects of the book.

I'm very interested to see how these relationships between pixie hollow and bleakwatch will progress in future novels. I have to wonder if queen Clarion will be as accomidating as Tink assumes, maybe she will decide that it's too dangerous to go back to help right away and Tink will sneak away with some pixie hollow friends and Elmira to do so (this would be too many characters I must concede... but a girl can dream). I particularly would love to see the Flutterpunks go to pixie hollow and their reactions to it.

My only real critique of this book is the pacing. I understand that the first book in a series such as this one needs to be very lore heavy, and that the balance between story telling and communicating lore is tricky, especially when you also have to tie the work to a pre-existing canon. Yet it did kind of feel like we took 90% of the book establishing the set up for the story that then happened in the last 10% and I do feel as if it could have been balanced a little better. The was so much fun and built tension really effectively. I would have loved to see a few more moments like this in the book. I have faith that this will operate better in subsequent books but I am a little nervous considering that there's so much we still don't know about the Bleakwatch-specific talents, it makes me worry that the next books will also be kind of lore-dumpy. This is nitpicky for a middle grade novel, but I also think the relationships between Tink and the Flutterpunks felt a little rushed, Tinkerbell remarks at the end of the book that she was sure she'd made friends for life and I just didn't really feel a sense of that strong of a bond between them from what was shown in the rest of the book. I don't know if Clark was given a hard limit in terms of how long the book had to be, but i've certianly encountered middle grade novels that were a little longer and I think this could have benefited from a longer length, just so these aspects of the ending didn't feel quite so rushed.

Overall though I found this to be incredibly well executed, both as a middle grade novel and as a continuation as the disney fairies franchise. I'm very excited to see where the series goes!

My favourite part was when Tinkerbell told the Flutterpunks to touch grass.

#if you actually read all of this you have my eternal gratitude #pls comment any thoughts you had on the book i'd love to discuss #ella's magical musings #disney fairies #tinkerbell #pixie hollow #bleakwatch #tinkerbell and the lost city #bleakwatch chronicles

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hiii!!!! i loved your neville fic so so much!!! i was scouring the tag since no one ever writes for him :,( the pinky promises fic was so wonderful and one of my favorite tropes lol. i saw requests are open and i was wondering if you’d like to do a continuation/epilogue of the pinky promises fic where it’s a few years after the war and reader and neville are still together, maybe living in their own place, and just lots of fluff. if that doesn’t interest you, that’s alright <3 i’ve just been binging your works and they are lovely! thanks for writing such wonderful stories for us !!! 🩷

you read my mind! i wanted to do this too and i think it would be so cute! any neville request will interest me, don't you worry about that! thank you for the kind words and the request, and i hope you enjoy :)

Through Pinky Promises: Epilogue

neville longbottom x reader

summary: this is a continuation of "through pinky promises," a little epilogue of your life with neville after the war.

read part 1 here!

warnings: mention of past violence (battle of hogwarts), mention of scars/injury

y/n: your name

y/l/n: your last name

y/h: your house

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The Dark Magic had made it impossible for the wounds to heal fully. Parvati had tried everything she could, even the healers at St. Mungo's had tried to draw the magic out, but eventually, you had to accept that not even the most talented of healers would be able to make these scars disappear. You had been quite upset at the idea that you'd have these ugly reminders for the rest of your life, especially the large one across your cheekbone. Neville's heart had broken at seeing your devastation, but of course, he still thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, in fact even more beautiful to him. He told you this any time he could.

He started kissing your cheek right at the edge of the scar, hug you from behind and kiss the scar that ran down your shoulder, and kiss the ones on your arms, chest, and thighs in more private moments. Eventually, his became habit and he did it ever time he saw you. Now it was years later and you had finally come to see your scars the way he did, that they were somehow beautiful reminders of the fearlessness that lived and still lives in you.

Of course, you and Neville stayed together after graduating. He was practically jumping to marry you as soon as possible, but you figured you were seventeen and there was no rush to move in together as you knew you'd have the rest of your lives together. So you found flats in the same building in the heart of London, so you practically lived together anyway.

You became a healer at St. Mungo’s directly after school, which was quite a feat. During your stay at St. Mungo’s after the incident with the Carrows, you had spent the majority of your time observing the healers and the kindness they exuded while carrying out their important work. After returning to Hogwarts, you started spending time at the infirmary to assist Madame Pomfrey with her work. To your (and her) delight, it came naturally to you. Even Madame Pomfrey said she had never seen anyone so naturally gifted. You treated the usual ailments like the stomach flu and potions gone wrong, but when the Carrows came into power, you suddenly faced a steep learning curve. Nevertheless, you kept at it and eventually your skills were put to the test during the battle, where you ran through the frontlines healing wizards and witches left and right all while taking down whatever Death Eater crossed your path. Afterwards, between your healing skills and natural ability to comfort patients, you quickly developed a reputation for one of the most talented healers in the wizarding world.

After graduation, Neville found work at the ministry as an auror, and he truly thrived. He exceeded the expectations people had for him, which was already high because of course, the entire wizarding world knew that Neville Longbottom had slayed Nagini with the sword of Gryffindor.

You moved in together after two years. You both had demanding jobs, and your favorite part of a difficult day was coming home to each other, throwing together something simple and edible, and falling asleep in each other’s arms on the couch under the quilt Neville’s grandmother made for you.

Soon after, Neville decided that working at the ministry was not to his taste and redirected his career to what he had always dreamed of returning to: plants. He was now an assistant professor at Hogwarts, apprenticing under Professor Sprout who was preparing to retire soon, and even though Professor Mcgonagall (now headmistress of Hogwarts) had offered to allow you to live with Neville at the castle, you decided together that it might be nice to have a private living space away from the school where you wouldn’t have to live with eleven-year-olds. Plus, it would be easier for you to commute to work at St. Mungo’s.

It was a nice arrangement, living in Hogsmeade. Your cottage was a quaint one, well-loved by the previous owner, a grandmother who had moved in with her daughter and grandchildren. When you moved in, there were some things to be touched up like the flowery, moth-eaten curtains and some shingles missing from the roof, but otherwise, it was the perfect escape for a young couple with very hectic lives. The professors regularly visited for dinner, mostly Hagrid, and you loved that you were able to see them quite often. Neville had a small garden in the front yard that he spent a lot of his weekends in when he wasn't cuddling with you. He had tried to bring some of the more exotic and dangerous plants into your yard, but you had put your foot down and said that he could keep those at the greenhouse at Hogwarts. You weren't going to have your home crushed by vines, no thank you. He grudgingly obliged.

Today had been a particularly difficult day. You had spent it trying to stem the stream of pus from a patient with a mysterious wound, and after about eight hours and the help of four other healers, had finally succeeded.

You passed the wildflowers Neville had planted for you in the yard. Wildflowers were your favorite; flowers of all shapes and colors that you'd find in any forest brought together in one garden to create a beautiful sort of chaos. You gently passed your hand through a bush of blue flax on your way in, like you did every time you came home. Neville had purposefully planted this flower, as it symbolized perseverance and rebirth. It was a reminder of your gratitude for the life you had now that had not been a possibility just a few years ago.

"Honey, I'm home!"

You burst through the door and threw your cloak off onto the bench by the entrance. Kicking off your shoes, you took a deep breath and sunk against the wall in exhaustion. Your cat, Butter, purred and rubbed his head on your legs.

"Hello my love!" Neville had appeared, robed in an apron that said "Don't whomp my yum" (complete with an image of a whomping willow thumping a chef) that you had gotten him for his birthday. It was meant to be a gag gift, but he loved it and wore it every time he cooked. He scooped you into a hug and you melted into him. Thank Merlin you were home.

"Miss y/l/n, how many times do I have to tell you, I didn't spend a whole five galleons on this cloak hanger for you to throw your cloak around willy nilly?" He still held you as he reached around you and groped for the cloak, then draped it on the coat hanger.

You smirked and replied, "I'm sorry professor, how many points off y/h will that be today?"

He returned your sass and replied, "None today, just because of how beautiful you are looking." He looped his pinky with yours and led you to the kitchen -- you had started doing this after that night with the Carrows -- where a large pot of stew was bubbling on the stove. A glass of wine was waiting for you on the table, which he picked up and handed to you.

"I thought you might need this after today." You took the glass and gulped it down and asked, "How did you know I had a rough day?"

Amused, Neville smiled knowingly. "I just figured."

You sighed with relief and set down the glass before wrapping your arms around his waist.

"How do you always know exactly what I need?" He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

"I'm afraid that's what happens when you've been with someone for nine years, my love."

You tilted your head up and gazed up at his handsome face. He had some tomato paste smudged on his cheek and some dirt on his forehead, likely from caring to the carrots he was currently growing. He gazed back into your eyes with a gentle smile and absentmindedly ran his thumb across the white scar on your cheekbone. He did this with your scars every time he got lost in thought, and he certainly was lost in thought right now. He was thinking about how perfect his peaceful little life was with you, growing carrots and cooking stews, and he was thinking about how he'd known he wanted to do this with you for the rest of his life since the moment he met you. He was thinking about the small square box he had hidden under the floorboard, waiting for the perfect moment to get on one knee and lock it in forever.

After you drank in the moment and the loving look in his eyes, you licked your thumb and wiped the tomato paste off his cheek before whispering, "The stew is going to overflow, Neville."

He jumped and whirled around to the pot, that indeed, was bubbling dangerously high. He raced to turn off the stove, and you laughed as he groped around for the ladle, flustered and trying to save his stew. You thought of the small boy you had met twelve years ago, the one who dropped everything he held and would turn red every time you talked to him. Some things never changed.

"What are you laughing at?" A large bubble popped and splattered onto his apron.

Still laughing, you reached into the cupboard and handed him two bowls.

"Nothing my handsome man, nothing at all."

His cheeks turned a deep pink, perhaps from the heat of the kitchen, perhaps from your compliment, and he took the bowls with a toothy grin. "It's not my fault I keep getting distracted by your beautiful face." He then pointed at the table and ordered, "Now go sit down and relax."

Too tired to protest, you obliged and plopped down with a groan of relief.

"You sound just like my grandmother when she sits in her armchair. The hospital must be aging you quick." Neville set the bowl down in front of you and kissed your head before settling next to you with his own bowl. You playfully hit his shoulder and then leaned your head on him.

"I love you more every single day, Neville."

He took your chin in his hand and tilted your head up. "I love you so so much. A million times over." He leaned in and kissed your lips gently. You closed your eyes and relished in his touch. When you pulled away to eat, he grabbed your waist and pulled you in even closer and refused to let you go.

You giggled into the kiss and let him pull you in for another moment before untangling yourself from his grip. He pouted but let you go.

With a loud mock-sigh, he said, "I suppose I'll let you eat, but you owe me another kiss after."

You picked up your spoon and smiled slyly. "Don't worry, my love. You've earned much more than a kiss tonight." His eyes widened and you couldn't help but laugh as he horked down his dinner. His spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl as you were taking your second bite, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Half-jokingly, half-seriously, he said, "Alright, I'm ready now, let's go to bed."

With a chuckle, you replied, "Patience, professor, patience."

He didn't mind, though. He leaned against the table and lovingly watched you finish your dinner. His heart leapt every time you caught his eye and smiled, eyes dancing. It didn't matter what you were doing; as long as you were together, he could stay in any moment with you forever.

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