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silly-lil-scribbles · 6 months

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Introduction post!!

freeeeeeee

status: *HIGH PITCHED BEEPING*

current chance of a response if you dm me*: 78%

* does not apply to mousie cuz its my emotional support friend

- My name is Finn! You can also call me scribbles, soup, or really any dumb nickname will do. it/he <3

woah look at that.. its me.. on another website!! slight flash warning for spacehey btw ^^

if you havent read this in a while, i would suggest reading again cuz i update it a lot <3

- im oriented aroace! and graysexual (i think? idk man i just work here.)

- im boyflux but also im just a creechur

- I MADE A JAIL ACCOUNT SO IF IM JAILED I MIGHT BE OVER THERE ‼️ @soup-has-been-imprisoned-noooooo

- I post about the magnus archives/protocol and my chem frequently, though I also just reblog a ton of random shit. may be nsfw but never anything explicit. Also I forget to tag for spoilers a lot so just know that there are magpod spoilers in general on my blog.

- Music artists I like: Cavetown, MCR, Mother Mother, Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Dazey and the Scouts, FOB, Nova Twins, p!atd, Noahfinnce, qbomb, Gum Disease, Sparkbird, Mischief Brew, Poppy, Be Your Own Pet, Pierce the Veil, Chloe moriondo, Faetooth, IDKHOW, the mechs, rabbitology, madalyn mei, scene queen, MARINA, she/her/hers, femtanyl, leathermouth, baby queen, pansy division, the spook school, specimen, egg, the crane wives, and of monsters and men

- Shows/Podcasts/Other Media that I like! DANGER DAYSS, Malevolent, The Magnus Archives, Stranger Things, Welcome to Nightvale (though I haven’t finished it yet), the Osemanverse, Nimona, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, ATLA, LOK, It, Hilda, Camp Here and There, Radio Rental, warrior cats, the silt verses,,,, there’s probably more but my memory is shit

- my blog is super messy so all of my art is under the tag #scribbles draws a thing and my original text posts (not the short personal ones typically, just the one i actually want people to see) are under #scribbles says shit.

- my body hates me very much (probably fibromyalgia but like doctors suck so undiagnosed)

- surprise, my brain also hates me very much! And yes also undiagnosed!

- tone tags are appreciated <3

boundaries n stuff:

- not ok with sexual or romantic comments

- platonic flirting is ok if we’re moots

- sex averse, feelings on romance fluctuate a lot but usually indifferent

continued:

- my feeling are really fucking wonky so 80% of the time i dont/barely feel emotions. please be patient and if i sound like i dont mean what im saying, i promise you that i do. but since i know how i would feel if i could, but i still cant feel anything, im trying my best to react accordingly so it may seem like its not genuine but it is. like. imagine youre writing. youre writing your characters reactions to everything, despite not actually being able to feel it. but since you know your character, you can judge hiw they feel in the situation you make them react accordingly even though you arent actually experiencing it yourself. now replace the character with you, thats kinda how i feel. sorry i know that probably didnt make sense but trying my best here lol

- i have a tmagp fic i just starting writing! If you wanna know more, posts related to that are under #electric desires have unraveled all my wires :(

- I have 4 cats and a dog, also a gecko

- i have a queerplatonic partner!! hes awesome and swaggy and writes so much. so. much writing. wow. not saying wow in a bad way im just genuinely impressed. chou if ur reading this i love you <3

- i also have a lovely best friend named zero whos super fun and cool and pathetic /vpos. my favorite excitable soggy cardboard box ilysm <3

- coyotekin therian !!

- My favorite colors are purple, cyan, neon green, and red

- I love interacting with mutuals and getting asks! plspls send me random shit in asks im begging

- I’m creating an animated series called Catlantis (still in progress)

- I have a love hate relationship with writing but i do it anyways so oh well

- Frogs.

other tags i use a lot are:

#soup poorly draws gay people out of obligation; my series of promised dyhard drawings.

#soup gets pathetic abouut friendship; me when im a sappy bitch about my friends or partner

#objectives list; save file for when i say im gonna do something so i dont forget about it

#catlantis save; hoarding info for catlantis

#insomnia induced rambles; i cant sleep and im making it your problem

#our lady of sorrows; not the song, my mcr inspired goddess i made up for my dnd character to worship

#scribbles asks; asks

#info save; good to know

#scribbles liveblogging tmagp; exactly what it sounds like

#art save; resources for doing art

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#intro post #this is probably boring #about me

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supercorpkid · 10 months

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Ace Reporter - part 3

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 2350

Part 1, Part 2

Your editor is thrilled with the situation you just got yourself into. Flying to Kaznia to find Lex's secrets, with another Luthor and a CatCo reporter is like a dream come true. To him.

To you, this is probably high on the list of your worst nightmares. Anything Lex Luthor related would easily be up on your list, but with Kara's words hanging over your head since you last saw her, this situation is easily number one.

‘I'd make out in a closet too if you were my Lois’, keeps haunting you in your sleep. How dare she say something like that? It's not even like you were being nice to her all this time. Polite, maybe. Sometimes not even that. What would make Kara think that in a week or so of you being polite at best, you had any interest in making out with her?

Or is it a tactic to throw you off your game? You two are getting on a plane to fucking Kaznia with Lena Luthor. Maybe she is trying to destabilize you, so she can ask the best questions. Yes, this should be it. But you won’t fall for that.

Kara Danvers will not distract you!

“Lena, hey!” She waves at Lena like two best friends would and you furrow your brows at the interaction. “Look who I brought with me! The best investigative journalist in the business!”

Kara turns to you and flashes the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, capable of lighting up the whole world. You bite your lip to keep you from smiling too.

Yep. You’re screwed.

"You remember Y/N, right?"

And then Lena comes closer, a big smile on her face as well, showing you her hand. “We’ve met. I’m familiar with her approach.” She raises an eyebrow at you while you shake her hand strongly. “Flattery and flirting.”

“Flirting?” Kara mumbles under her breath, shocked.

“It’s not usual, mostly circumstantial depending on who I'm interviewing." You match Lena's smirk.

"See, I am flattered." Lena smiles, pointing to the private jet, and you follow her leaving a dumbfounded Kara Danvers behind.

"Are you coming, Danvers?" You add a little smirk, and watch her cheeks going a dark shade of red. You don't understand why you're flirting with both women, and enjoying it so much. But you're finding it hard to stop.

Kara Danvers is a good reporter. Knows her facts and asks the right questions. Her little notes are already worth the front page of the stupid magazine she works for. And yet, you find it hard to admit she deserves all the prizes in the world just for being herself. Strip her out of all her journalist qualities and she would still deserve all the prizes and all the best. There's also something else you've been thinking about stripping her out from.

You would rather die than tell her that.

Lena Luthor is a good… What is Lena's job description, anyway? CEO? Scientist? Hottest woman alive? She is good at everything. Creating a plane that flies itself, transforming her brother's evil company into something for good, having one of the sharpest minds you've ever seen. Those are some of the things that she can do, while looking extremely hot.

You might die if you can't tell her that.

But you're at a job. You can't go around thinking about Kara's muscular arms, and Lena's perfect eyes. Can't picture yourself with one or the other, or even between both sometimes. No matter how many times you find yourself in that exact position.

And it's weird, because you're quick to find that not only they have a good work relationship but they are also best friends. Lena goes to game nights and dinner dates with Kara and her friends. Has worked alongside Kara's sister and Supergirl (What? Nice!) several times to help save the world. They are all extremely connected, and you're the odd one out.

Usually you'd hate that feeling. But while you're at a job you actually enjoy that. You like that they are somewhat careless to talk about their everyday life and how much intel that gives you.

At least you were enjoying it, until the plane got hit with a lightning strike and you let out an embarrassing shriek in shock.

"Don't worry, it's just a lightning storm." But Lena's chuckle is not one that makes you calmer, instead, it makes you more nervous when you look out the window.

"Is lightning usually purple?" Kara asks the question right out your lips.

The airplane loses power. A bad sign. Really bad one. Especially when it starts dropping a few meters high, and Lena runs to the cockpit saying she is going to land the plane.

"We need to make an emergency landing, and I need an extra pair of hands." Lena yells from up front and you're up on your feet before Kara even has a chance to think about it. If you're going to die, you're going to fight for your life first, and not depend on other people to save you.

"We need to get the power back on." Lena points to the electric wires. "I have to believe you know how to hotwire something."

"What, do I look too much like a bad girl?" You snark, but your hands are already making quick work on the wires, and Lena celebrates with an excited 'yes!' when you get the engine back on.

"Bad girl or not, I believe you're my savior." Lena smiles, but it soon turns into a frown when she realizes she is going to have to land the plane. "Go check on Kara while I land this."

"On it." You get up from your place next to Lena, and go back to where Kara was seated. "Danvers?"

She emerges from the bathroom, looking flustered. "I wouldn't have eaten all that sushi if I knew this was going to happen. God, I hate flying."

You hold back a laugh and the wish to say, she shouldn't have eaten all that sushi anyway. Lena safely lands the plane and appears next to you in a blink.

"That lightning wasn't natural, someone brought us down on purpose."

Shocking. You're in Kaznia to find out Lex's secrets and someone tries to take down your airplane. Yeah, truly shocking.

You might have ruined the element of surprise, but there's nothing you can do now, except to go in and try to gather as much information as possible. You three make your way inside a military facility.

Lena sounds completely shocked he would have an army behind him, you and Kara do nothing but share a look, not surprised and not comfortable in this place.

DEO, test subject, cloning, aliens, desert facility. They throw out words that mean something to them, but to you this is all pretty much new. You're not stupid though, you're quick to understand what Lex Luthor was trying to do by gathering aliens and trying to harvest their powers.

But obviously all this information wouldn't just be lying around with no one to guard them. You're lost and confused and definitely way out of place here. Lena realizes someone named Eve was working with Lex behind her back, and she can clone herself! Like, how is this real life, and why are you tangled in this web when it has literally nothing to do with you at all?

And yet, you're here in fucking Kaznia, running from a psychopath and trying to protect your physical integrity while Lena uses a electric shock thing to fight the clones off and Kara uses her fist. Oh, and to top it all off, there's also a loud alarm saying the whole place is going to explode in a few minutes. Great. Just great.

Again, how did you end up here?

You duck from a fist almost a second too late, but luckily Eve hits the wall behind you, and you can't help but yell.

"Shit! I don't get paid enough for this!" You say, while Lena knocks the clone you were supposed to be fighting out of the way. What the fuck is happening here, and why do the both of them know how to defend and fight and you look extremely stupid running and yelling for your life?

When you suggested you and Kara found out something about Lex, this entire situation never once crossed your mind.

Another clone comes at you while Lena is distracted and Kara is knocking one down. Ok, then. You turn your hands into fists, ready to fight. Before you have the chance to even move, she punches your face and you stumble back, hitting the wall. Ouch, and also, goddamn it!

Kara is holding the clone by the collar of her jumpsuit, and tossing her away from you the very next second. How did she show up in front of you so fast?

She touches your face gently, one eye blinking a tear of worrisome away. "You ok?"

There's a sharp pain on your face. You are not ok! Why the fucking hell are you getting punch here, just to find out Lex Luthor's fucking secrets just so Lena can give you a fucking ass quote about her brother, so you can come back home? This is not worth it!

"Find the way out. Get out of here." Kara instructs, after you slightly nod at her.

Even though you are dying to do what she just said, you are stubborn enough to not let Kara Danvers get all the credit for this crusade.

"No! I'm in this until the end!"

But then a new clone comes running at you and Kara has to defend you once again.

"I'm not letting you get hurt for an article." She growls, impatient. "Get to safety, please. We're in this together. I'm not going to keep anything away from you. You have to trust me."

You squeeze your eyes shut, indecision crossing your mind. How can she ask you that? You don't trust her! You don't believe she is not going to keep something from you just so she can have the upper hand in this. But then again, why would she be protecting you with so much intent? Why would Kara Danvers shed a tear for your pain?

"Go, Y/N!" Lena yells from the other side as well. "We're right behind you! Find the way out, we don't have much time."

Your feet finally detach from the ground and you run out of there, trying to find the exit with the loud alarm clogging up your every move and your thoughts.

Splitting up was probably the stupidest idea ever, though. Is not like you can fight the evil Eve's clone by yourself if you are met with one. You're still shocked Kara was able to fight so many with nothing but her hands.

Actually, somehow, deep down, you're not shocked. Girl has those rock solid biceps, insatiable hunger, and behind that sweet dweeb face she looks so… so… Strong. Powerful. Super.

“Sometimes I think you have a secret.”

You hear your own voice, replaying a conversation you once had with her.

Kara Danvers just seems to think that clues and information fall on her lap.

But what if they don't fall on her lap because she is good at it. What if she just sees more than anyone?

Kara: What's up with Y/N?

Clark: Best reporter I know. Great at finding people's secrets.

What if Clark saying you're great at finding other people's secrets wasn't a compliment? What if Kara Danvers not wanting to work with you had nothing to do with sharing the byline but you finding out her secret, the one you're so sure she has?

You stop in front of a door, eyes inadvertently zooming in inside. It's a bedroom. There's a bed, a nightstand, and the awful green wallpaper is peeling off in several places but none of that catches your attention. What grabs your attention is the absurd amount of pictures on the walls. Most of them are of Kara and Lena together, but Kara is in every single one of them. Why is this? Who would have such a weird obsession with that nerdy dork?

Your eyes travel fast between all the pictures. The alarm is going off loudly in the background, mixed with distant voices and there's this somber atmosphere embracing you, making you just want to get the hell out of this creepy room.

But your eyes keep going, scamming the room for everything it has. Until your stomach drops. Blood runs cold. There are two pictures right next to each other that make your heart beat so fast, you can feel it up in your throat.

Kara Danvers in one, hands on her waist. That nerdy looking face, glasses, crinkle, thin lips, that just makes you wanna punch it sometimes. And then kiss her right after to make it all better. It's an inexplicable feeling, really.

And right next to it, there's one of Supergirl. Hands on her waist. Looking all mighty and powerful and strong. Looking like a freaking goddess, and yet. The feeling is the same. The same need of kissing her face with an uppercut, and then, well, a real kiss.

It's really embarrassing how obvious it is. And you know how shocked you're supposed to be right now, but you're not. Not even the slightest.

Kara Danvers is Supergirl.

The loud alarm and countdown in a foreign language disappear in the background and even though you’re sure it’s still there, you can’t hear a thing. Your head spins out of control because you knew that. Knew there was a secret, knew there was more to Kara than stupid cardigans and dweeb face. You absolutely knew that.

And then, like clockwork:

"You are exactly like Clark. Disappears, comes back all disheveled…"

"Clark told me his cousin works for CatCo. Her name is Kara Danvers."

Clark Kent is Superman.

Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit.

These certainly weren't the secrets you thought you'd stumble upon while in Kaznia.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x reader #lena x reader #reader insert

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world0fmadness · 18 days

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PLASTIC TIARAS ARE METAL

øystein “ euronymous ” aarseth x reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughters

♡ general headcanons for euronymous as a twin girl dad!

୨୧ urghhh i love girl dads so so so much! i think euronymous would like the name esmé but i couldn’t really think of a second name he’d like! what do you think? <3

♡ related hc available here and here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: falling at your feet by daniel lanois - end of small sanctuary by akira yamaoka

♡ as mentioned in home, i really think he’d end up knocking you up with twins…

୨୧ identical twins at that, it’s just his luck!

♡ at first, he thought he was kind of unlucky to have knocked you up with twins on the first try…

୨୧ like damn, his first time being a parent and he had two babies to care for? but as time goes by, i think he’d be so smug and proud of it! like yes, he gave you twins on the first try and what? he has like, super sperm or whatever

♡ when they were babies and even in their early toddler days, he stitched their names into all of their clothes so that he’d never have a change of forgetting who was who

୨୧ because let’s be honest, he probably would forget, at least in the early days of their life! it’s not his fault they’re literally identical

♡ this man is such a perfect twin girl dad, it’s insane

୨୧ he’s a natural at holding them both at the same time, one cradled in each of his arms as he talks to them about how they’re going to be so into metal when they get older and how he has so many killer records to show them

♡ well, he wasn’t always a natural at holding them!

୨୧ at first he had a lot of trouble with balancing them each in one arm and would get super scared of accidentally dropping one but after a short amount of time and a lot of assurance from you that he would not drop one of them, he’d practically a pro

♡ even as they get older, he can still easily hold them both on his hip as they talk his ear off about some cartoon or book they like

୨୧ he LOVES dressing them up in matching outfits! he thinks it’s so funny to see double all the time and making your families confused as to who is who

♡ he matches everything on them!

୨୧ from the little ribbons in their hair, their socks, shoes, laces… literally everything is matching! he would’ve hated it if they were newborn because that’s when he was still easily forgetting who was who but now with their names stitched into all of their clothes for family members and him knowing how to recognise who is who much easier, he thinks matching them is just so damn funny

♡ having you and two daughters, euronymous gets very good at doing braids and other hairstyles for them, he always has at least three spare hair ties around his wrist

୨୧ he’s super smug about how good his skills are now, always carrying the twins in his arms and coming to show off the braids to you as he talks himself up

“ look at them, vakkar! that is pure talent, craftsmanship! i’m better than you now, huh? don’t get jealous… ” ( his ego is so easily inflated, please humble him by pointing out a messy section or something… kidding, it’s cute )

♡ euronymous will never get over morning cuddles with you and the girls, it’s the most at peace he’s ever felt in life, even if the twins spread out like starfish and have him on the very edge of your shared bed…

୨୧ he can never ever fight off the girls when they want to have tea parties or dress up!

♡ if he even tries to say no ( which he very rarely does anyways ) they’ll just be flashing their best matching puppy eyes at him as he stares down at them

୨୧ he couldn’t ever say no to even one pair of puppy dog eyes let alone two…

♡ because of that, i firmly believe that euronymous would be the parent who is always getting taken advantage of by their children

୨୧ the twins are very much aware of how to get him to say yes to literally anything and buy them anything they want, they’re absolute devils who are way too spoiled

♡ you’re not much better though, they look so much like him so you can very rarely say no to them :(

୨୧ when euronymous does have little tea parties with the twins, it’s always an incredible sight to behold…

♡ he’ll be slightly hunched over a little play table with a sliver plastic tiara placed atop his head as the twins, dressed in poofy princess dressed, talk in exaggerated accents to him, if he ever catches you taking a picture what’s happening, he’ll roll his eyes and let out an overly dramatic sigh before flipping you off the second the twins aren’t looking

୨୧ y’know how children will often go through that phase of attempted veganism when they find out meat comes from cute animals?

♡ yeah well that absolutely happened with the twins and it was easily the funniest and most upsetting period of euronymous’ life…

୨୧ it was hilarious because he just thought they were adorable, trying so hard to stop themselves from looking over at his plate when he had meat and they didn’t

♡ it was incredibly upsetting because he loved getting kebab with them on the weekends :(

୨୧ but i feel like because of this, he knew this phase wouldn’t last long at all

♡ he knows his girls just love kebab food too much, the routine is too common for them

“ this won’t last long, vakkar… i’m telling you, when the weekend comes, they’ll want their kebab… mark my words! ” ( as much as he thinks their attempted veganism is… admirable and very funny, he will never give up their weekend kebabs )

୨୧ there is no way his girls would not come out of you absolutely loving kebab food, just no way in hell

♡ after you craved it so much whilst pregnant? it was almost a guarantee they’d love it! and euronymous could not be happier about it, of course his girls love kebab, they’re his girls alright!

୨୧ after about a week of attempted veganism from the twins, they give up when the weekend comes and euronymous comes home from band practice with kebabs in hand…

♡ he bought some for them too, of course he did! he knew the second they saw it, they’d switch up so fast on animals and that they did

୨୧ you guys probably eat on the couch together, the twins huddled between you two as their eyes stay glued on the cartoon playing on the tv and their fingers never dropping their forks as euronymous smirks down at them before turning to you

“ told you, vakkar… didn’t i tell you? it was over before it even started, they’re too much like me to be vegans! ” ( you just roll your eyes, you know he’s absolutely right… )

♡ i feel like euronymous would love buying them plushies! and he always gets ones that align a bit more with his interests as well as being cute for kids, like this

୨୧ when they were born, he bought them a little blankie plushie each with their names stitched in cursive on the blanket section, it was another easy way for him to see who was who in the early days

♡ when they’re old enough, he absolutely buys them little mini guitars for christmas! they always love watching him play and he loves trying to teach them how to play! he says they’re naturals <3

୨୧ euronymous takes them to band practices sometimes too, just to give you some peace and time to relax! pelle usually stays a little distance away due to his general dislike for children but he will smile at them just a little, he thinks twins are very unique and fascinating, he appreciates their interest in music at least

♡ hellhammer and necrobutcher would definitely be the overly fun and cool uncles though, hellhammer will always lift them up on his drum stool and let them play around with t he sticks whilst euronymous watches from in front with a coke in hand, just admiring his little girls <3

#oystein aarseth x reader #euronymous x reader #mayhem x reader #mayhem headcanons #lords of chaos x reader #lords of chaos headcanons #loc x reader #loc headcanons #fluff headcanons #headcanons

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animentality · 1 year

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Have you seen Oppenheimer, and if so, should I see it? I, knowing nothing about the movie, just sorta assumed it was either history-related or historical fiction and never learned anything about it or mustered up the give-a-damn to give it a shot (I am not a history buff).

You know...

I saw it...and I generally liked it...but I honestly think that it was kind of messy.

Like here's the thing about historical fiction...most people are not atomic bomb/Oppenheimer experts.

So they don't know most of this stuff by heart.

They remember shit like the Manhatten project and they know jfk and they know truman. They know America dropped atomic bombs on Japan.

But oppenheimer the movie like...throws so much shit at you, without even bothering to give you the context?

Like I say this as someone who has a decent knowledge of American history...there were some parts that were so obscure historically and politically that I honestly didn't know why the fuck I should care.

They would shout out names nonstop, referring to real life people, but these names have no context. Then they'd continue to expound upon the politics of these names...but why would we know who Patton George Lucas and Terry Yasolfis Mayweather and Gary Frederick Friedman are, especially if they were not presidents, senators, or governors?

Like these are random ass administrative assholes and forgotten military figures and obscure political jackals, who weren't well known because they never achieved high offices...

And they were from fifty fucking years ago?

Why would the average film watcher know them unless they fucking studied up?

See I like historical fiction, but it has to make me care!! Give me context!!! Tell me who these people are and show me through drama!!! That's why we're watching a MOVIE and not a documentary or reading a Wikipedia article.

And the main problem is that the movie is 3 hours long and absolutely NOWHERE in it does it EVER give us a fucking year, a location, or even a damn university.

It just throws you at Oppenheimer and says this asshole is sad and he has a lot of sex and he's inventing a bomb.

And it's like...I did enjoy it, when I understood it...but it doesn't let you breathe much.

Like the parts that are great are the parts where you can figure out what's happening.

Oh look they're blowing shit up in the desert.

Or the endless cheating subplots. Or the politics of the classroom and the socialist tendencies right at the height of the McCarthy era.

That stuff was fun.

But the parts that are bad are like...Cillian Murphy talking very quickly about a military prick that he hates while the board that's reviewing his security clearance is talking about people that we never see on screen, who are literally just floating names to memorize.

It was like a pop quiz movie sometimes, and I found that off-putting.

It also flashes between time periods quickly and without easy transitions, just hard cuts, which can be really confusing and odd.

So I would recommend you not see it in theaters if you're not a history buff. Or specifically, a fan of world war 2 and Oppenheimer and know everything about atomic bombs.

Watch it at home so you can Google who Heisenberg is.

#oppenheimer

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sga-owns-my-soul · 4 months

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regarding the shipping (that you ship everything) (i'm a few days late, i know, sorry), do you have thoughts on Radek/Rodney? i'm mostly a monoshipper (even though i want to be a multishipper), so since i ship McShep i'm sorta just lowkey "maybe i'll possibly read a fic or two for them" with other ships including either of them, but even still, i fucking adore Radek/Rodney and i'm a bit annoyed with myself for not properly shipping them, so, thoughts? cute? boring? fun? =D

(John/Todd too. but i like Radek/Rodney better (because i adore Radek) (like pls David Nykl is so cute) (have you seen Arrow? Anatoly pls https://littlegirlinvisible.tumblr.com/post/159026461523 (warning for flashing gifs)) (also i love Anatoly's beard) (but to get back to Todd i have a huge weakness for Christopher Heyerdahl and if it hadn't been for him idk that i'd have liked John/Todd as much as i do. John having to look up at Todd *whines pathetically*))

be well and have fun! (sorry about the rambly mess and all the parentheses)

ps. have you seen Hannibal? my dash had something SGA-related and directly below that a fucked up Hannibal fanart and my brain was like "tumblr user sga owns my soul would appreciate that" and it made me curious. fucked up show, fucked up ship(s), absolutely amazing.

i did not forget about you i've just been rotating this in my brain while putting out the 15 fucking (metaphorical) fires in my life that all popped up at once lmao

SO i have. a Lot of thoughts about rodney and radek as a pairing and you're getting them ALL so buckle up bc this will probably be long

first of all, rodney and radek have SUCH an interesting dynamic and i love the way they go from bitter rivals to reading each others minds with the flick of a switch and it gives SUCH old married couple vibes but they also have such, like, idk almost brotherly vibes??? like they regularly insult and belittle and attack each other but they also are the only one each other trusts (in the science departments) and the only one they let themselves rely on in a crisis. just that kind of "i can say whatever i want but you if you so much as imply something negative i'll break your teeth" vibes ya know????

anyways i think if they were in a relationship of any sort it absolutely would be hate fucking, like they get SO MAD at each other and they're screaming and throwing things in the labs and everyone takes The Cue To Leave bc they know that exactly 8 minutes after the violence starts, the sex starts and no one is paid enough to be traumatized by that lmao but it works every time bc they both emerge from the lab two hours later with messy hair and clothes but also with a brilliant idea that'll fix their 6 current problems and probably another 3 that haven't come up yet omg they would literally be The Power Couple but if you mention dating or any sort of Official Relationship they will both shoot you

also john/todd makes me fucking insane and i'm going to forever scream about how they're LITERALLY DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER JFC THEY ARE THE BRIDGE BETWEEN HUMANS AND WRAITH AND I FULLY FUCKING BELIEVE THEY WOULD RULE THE GALAXY IF THEY GOT TOGETHER I LOVE JOHN/TODD SO MUCH FUCK anyways i'm normal about that ship

ps i have not seen hannibal but the fact that you saw something from another fandom and thought i would like it is the SWEETEST THING EVER and now i feel like i need to watch the show

#thanks for the ask friend!!!#also there's no such thing as 'late' with me #i'll go back to a topic from a year ago idgaf #(although if you're reading posts of mine from a year ago how. where did you find that. what???)#anyways yeah i do ship rodney/radek #they're such a good ship dynamic too #radeks the top btw. 100%#everyone assumes it's rodney's bc his arms are so big but nope it's definitely radek #also john/todd my BELOVED #i'm obsessed with them #there isn't a single scene with the two of them where they aren't tryna fuck #'it's not like we're dating' NO BUT YOU FUCKING WISH YOU WERE BITCH #don't lie to us john we see right through your bullshit #he's such a monsterfucker smh #he probably would've fucked the beast in the cloister if he could #same tho tbh that beast probably fucks hard #anyways what was i talking about?#oh right. ships #yeah i can and will make anything shippable #like honestly i have a personal challenge to myself to Ship Everything so 😅#asks #headcanons #rodney/radek #john/todd #rodney mckay #radek zelenka #john sheppard #todd the wraith #sga #stargate atlantis

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My Ride Episode 10 Drama vs. Novel

I'll actually start with Nadia. I was kind of disappointed by the way it took a really bad date to make Nadia finally go for Mayom, although it was a pretty funny terrible date. I'm also disappointed how the show needed to make Mayom the Most Specialist Barista Influencer to justify them getting together. Book Mayom does disappear for a bit, leaving Nadia upset, but he was just taking a management training course and a latte art class (because he does want to improve himself to be a better match, but he is a perfectly normal barista). Mayom gives him a latte with a heart (less impressive than a detailed portrait, but still very cute), and their story wraps up with them happily together.

Meanwhile everything with Mork and Tawan in the show just...did not happen at all in the book. But I understand that they needed something exciting to end the series. I hate the cliche of the ex coming back and causing a misunderstanding, and I hate that Tawan was apparently ready to quit his residency over a boy. But I do love that as a mototaxi driver Mork got to have a big dramatic moment on a bike, and a sunset kiss on a mountainside is a romantic cliche I need more of so 10/10 for setting, although I'm not sure we needed the mototaxi guys watching (what were they even doing there for any of this?)

The book has a much simpler and quieter confession scene, with Mork meeting Tawan at the end of a difficult shift in order to bring him more 'hearty' hainanese chicken rice. Tawan had been worrying a little bit about risking losing a friend but at that gesture he goes ahead and confesses to Mork that he likes him, and this is the thing from the end that I wish they'd kept for the show. TAWAN GETS THE CONFESSION. Technically Mork is the one that officially asks Tawan to be his boyfriend, but only after Tawan is forced to repeat himself several times so Mork can get his thoughts together. Also Tawan has to tell Mork to stop calling him Doctor and use his name now that they're boyfriends.

@bengiyo I'm kind of laughing at myself right now because the book doesn't even have a real kiss, when the show has 3. Literally Mork just kisses Tawan's hand and then the hug for a while. But to be fair I'm pretty sure this is all taking place at the entrance to the hospital still and also Mork is telling this story to P'Fueang as a flashback so it's not like he was going to include anything racier.

There's a flash-forward scene in both, but the book's scene is not quite as far ahead in time, it's 2 years. Mork just graduated with his high vocational certificate and is just about to start studying engineering and Tawan is about to start even more training, in cardiology. They celebrate with the mototaxi guys and I really like that Ms. Ai the teacher is there too. There's some joking re: Tawan being the 'wife' clearly related to him being the bottom which its just as well that didn't make it to the show, but maybe this was what made think there had been something vaguely spicy in the novel when there absolutely was not. Anway, Mork asks Tawan to move in with him and Tawan agrees, but only on the condition that Mork meets his father first so we're left with that as a semi-cliffhanger.

The show gives a little more closure, but I kind of prefer seeing Tawan becoming part of the mototaxi tribe. There's a lot in the book about Mork working to better himself, and that's a good thing, but it's nice to see that Tawan also becomes part of Mork's world, it's not all about Mork becoming good enough to be able to date a doctor.

I'm sad to be saying goodbye to Mork and Tawan again. Rewatching the series without the Boss and Toy scenes drastically improved the experience, and this remains one of my favorite BLs, and the only change I'm really mad about is Nadia because otherwise it was a very close adaptation. I do think there were different vibes, with something about the book feeling a little more real. Maybe just because it was in first person able to be introspective, in a way that I don't think you can translate to screen.

#my ride #my ride i love you #my ride the series #thai bl #thai ql

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babybulls15 · 8 months

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(Lestappen, 3.3k, rated T, 1/1)

(Established Relationship, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Christmas Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Christmas Party, Karaoke, Attempt at Humor, Perfect Christmas by S Club 7 is a good song, Mistletoe by Justin Bieber is too but not for a proposal, don't let Daniel and Lando plan your proposal if you don't want a flash-mob, but luckily Max locates a braincell before it could go too far)

Summary:

Lando got the idea that Max could also just sing the song himself. That way he didn’t have to dance but could still be the one to lead the whole thing. Apparently they did listen to Max repeatedly telling them he hated dancing, yet chose not to acknowledge his rejection of the overall idea. --- After getting outsourced from his own proposal planning, Max tries to come up with a way he can show Charles his love, without having to dance. (But ends up doing it a little bit anyway.)

Read it on Ao3 or below. :)

(I hope you enjoy and I'd love to hear your thoughts! :3)

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Charles had a weird relationship with Christmas.

Of course, Charles himself would never admit that. He always said, that it was nothing more than a normal amount of enjoyment. But Max knew better.

Charles was obsessed.

Over the course of his life, Max was sure, his boyfriend had bought at least two years salaries worth of Christmas decorations. From little Christmas tree ornaments to big light-up stars, he seemed to have decorations for every available surface of the house. Max was relieved that Charles drew the line at all things inflatable, because even though he loved him, that would’ve been a step too far. Other than that, all bets seemed to be off though. A few years ago Charles had even escalated to replacing kitchen utensils and appliances with Christmas-themed ones, when the holiday time started.

And oh boy did it start. Early. At least for Max’s taste.

Charles didn’t go so far as to begin celebrating his favourite holiday on the first of September, when the supermarkets would kickoff selling Christmas related products, but he did start shopping for what he seemed to await the whole year.

The week before the first advent.

For most of that week, Max made sure to be as far away from the flat as possible. Because in addition to being obsessed with the holiday in general, Charles was particularly obsessive when it came to the perfect arrangement of all things Christmas in their home. Everything had to be in the right place and light up at the exact same time. When all of it was set up and done though, Max always helped him tidy up the packaging and store it all for the end of the season. Then they usually fell onto the couch, from where Charles could admire his work and point out all the little details to Max.

Max had never really gotten the hype, if he was honest. Sure it was pleasant to have a few things to make the flat feel cozy and warm during the winter – he could appreciate a nice string light or a well decorated Christmas tree. Still, holidays, particularly Christmas, seemed so oversold to him. Throughout his life, growing up, dealing with marketing and sponsorships for every available holiday, Max had simply lost the enthusiasm for it. He could still appreciate the cheer, but didn’t understand why some people got so overly excited, they had to theme their whole lifes around it.

But Max understood Charles.

He understood how much it meant to him, to have an occasion dedicated to family and celebrating the love between all of them. To get to have down-time and just revel in being near all the people he sees so little of the rest of the year.

Max also understood that Charles just really loved decorating for it.

So he endured the perfectionism, the timers blocking every available outlet and the themed kitchen tongs. There was nothing he would not do for Charles.

This was were the problems started though.

Because Charles knew. He knew and at least during the holidays he seemed to take shameless advantage of it. Roping Max into every Christmas-related activity he could think of.

One of these activities also included another thing Max normally didn’t really care for. Karaoke.

Every year around the third advent, Charles gathered all their available friends and family for a Christmas-themed karaoke night. To celebrate what was, to Charles, the absolute best thing about that time of the year. Christmas Music.

He always booked the room a year in advance and would demand of everyone to be free, because it’s a year from now, what else could you have already planned?

And that’s how Max found himself, sitting in a private karaoke bar, with about as much decorations as their own living room, surrounded by people who where important to them, trying unsuccessfully to calm himself down.

He could not fuck this up. This was important.

Because Max was on a mission.

He knew how much Charles loved Christmas, how much he loved Christmas-Karaoke, how much he loved their families and friends. And Max also hoped he knew how much Charles loved him. Enough to say yes to marrying him.

He had been planning this for a while now. The thought of proposing to his boyfriend on his favourite holiday had been bumbling around Max’s mind for even longer. Yet he had never had the right idea on how to go about it.

So seeing that after being together for 4 years, Max did not want to delay it any further, in July of that year he had caved and told his friends. His first mistake. Because involving Lando and Daniel could never end in a way that was helpful to anyone.

Their initial reaction had of course been one of support. They were happy for the two of them. But Max should have seen the chaos that followed coming.

He had told them what he had come up with so far. Which was not really anything at all, aside from the vague idea, that it had to be around Christmas and needed to have something to do with music. Lando and Daniel had been understandably sceptical and immediately started taking over the planning.

It had all gone downhill from there.

After hours of discussions about proposal plans that seemed to have nothing to do with neither Christmas, music nor Max, they had come to the conclusion that the only way the whole thing would work, was if they were there. So no private moment just for the two of them to enjoy. No, it had to be something big, something that would make an impression. Not just on Charles but hopefully on the whole world.

A flash mob.

And even worse, a flash mob to Mistletoe by Justin Bieber.

Max didn’t know what he found more horrible about that idea – the song, the fact that he was supposed to dance, or the mass of other people that would be doing it with him. He was self-aware enough to know that any kind of dancing from him before a proposal would not end in the result he’d like. But Lando and Daniel had stopped listening to him at that point. All entranced in their amazing idea and already working on choreography.

Fuck.

But apparently being backed into a corner by his overenthusiastic friends, seemed to get his brain working. While they tried to decide on which racing circuit to rent, Max thought about all the things he did not like about their idea and from there tried to find out what he thought would work.

Christmas and music. But no Justin Bieber.

And their families. Because even though Max shuddered at the image of a hundred strangers dancing to a teenagers Christmas pop song, he rather liked the idea of sharing the moment with people. People he actually knew and cared about. So maybe their friends could come too.

But organizing a special gathering would be hard to pull off in secret. And bringing it up to Charles directly would probably only raise suspicions. They were spending the actual holiday only with Charles’ family in Monaco. And Max’s mum and sister were heading to a tropical island on Christmas Eve to mix it up a little. Their annual karaoke meet-up would be the last time they’d all see each other.

The karaoke meet-up.

It seemed to have everything, happening close enough to Christmas for Charles to be in the right mood, involving music, all the relevant people and most importantly, no dancing. At least not the mass choreographed kind.

So Max had finally settled on an occasion, but was still coming up a bit short on the actual execution. He resigned himself to letting his two friends have their fun, thinking of a million ways to embarrass him in front of his boyfriend and the world. However he would need to cut them off at an appropriate time, so it didn’t get out of hand. In the meantime, Max could definitely use some of their plan to his advantage though.

Daniel had tasked him with writing the proposal speech, which was nice considering he was the one doing the actual proposing, but it also presented another problem.

He didn’t know what to say.

Or rather he knew what he wanted to convey, what he felt for Charles and what he wanted him to know, but Max could not, for the life of him, find words that would express that.

“Just say what’s in your heart.”, had been Daniel’s advice, which did nothing to loosen the knot that seemed to have tied up the pipeline between Max’s heart and his head.

Ultimately it was Lando who had the idea that did just that.

“You could always just quote something.”, he had shrugged while scrolling through his phone to find a suitable dance group to hire.

Max, who had been prepared to be as dismissive of the idea as he had been of all the dancers he’d been shown so far, had paused and taken a second to think about it. Sure, quoting would take away from the originality of his speech, but it would still be as genuine. He could even quote someone Charles admired, so it would be doubly heartfelt.

With this new plan in mind, Max started to look through all the books he knew Charles liked and that had romance in them. There weren’t too many but none of them seemed to really fit their situation.

Again Lando came to the rescue. Even if it was not how he thought he did.

After giving up on trying to convince Max to hire professional dancers for the proposal-flash-mob-that-was-definitely-happening, Lando got the idea that Max could also just sing the song himself. That way he didn’t have to dance but could still be the one to lead the whole thing.

(Apparently they did listen to Max repeatedly telling them he hated dancing, yet chose not to acknowledge his rejection of the overall idea.)

Still, Max could’ve hit himself. His whole plan revolved around them being at a karaoke bar, but he didn’t think of just finding a song to quote? And there were so many opportunities. Christmas songs were littered with cheesy love declarations and if something didn’t feel completely right, he could just try to rewrite a bit. At least it wouldn’t be a whole speech.

So that settled it. He would find a song to sing to Charles and convey the love and dedication he had for his boyfriend, without making a complete fool of himself.

Or so he thought.

Because yes, in theory, that sounded like a bullet-proof plan to him. In reality Max had to get up on that stage alone and sing - actually sing - a song that would hopefully not make Charles say no to his question.

Max was so fucked.

He tried calming himself once again by getting up for another drink. He was a Formula 1 driver, for fucks sake. Why was this so hard?

It didn’t help that he hadn’t told anyone he would be doing this. Not even Lando and Daniel.

Max looked around. He could see the two of them sitting on one end of the couch, snickering at each other. They got some weird looks from Pierre and Carlos sitting next to them, clearly not following what was happening. It was probably nothing good anyway. Charles was currently on stage with his mum, singing a strangely not-really-weirder-than-normal version of ‘Baby it’s cold outside’, which was a feat considering that it was already a pretty weird song to begin with.

In any case it could not get weirder than Daniel and Lando’s rendition of ‘Santa Baby’ they had all witnessed an hour ago. Max had had the strong urge to cover his sister’s eyes, because whatever that was, it was not something he wanted her to have to sit through. Charles had apparently not been as strong as him, because when Max had looked over during a particularly disturbing part (involving a lot more thrusts and voice lilting than ever necessary) his boyfriend had been trying to shield Arthur from the sight, Lorenzo laughing hysterically next to him.

That had fortunately been the last time his two friends had been allowed to sing together. Every time they had made to get up after, someone else had managed to get one of them to agree to sing something harmless with them.

So al things considered, the evening was going great. Max had even gotten up on stage himself - although not alone. Never alone.

It had become a small tradition, that Charles and Max would each choose a song for them to sing together. That way, they both had some element of surprise to their performance. This year Charles had chosen ‘Let it Snow’, traditional yet romantic, while Max had gone for something a little more up to date. He kind of felt bad for Lando and Daniel, seeing as the grand plan they were working on, would never see the light of day, so he had chosen ‘Mistletoe’. It was worth it just for the look on everyone’s faces when the opening began playing, but had been surprisingly fun as well.

However now he did not feel as confident as he had then.

So as Charles and his mum finished their song and everyone applauded, Max got even more nervous. He knew this was it. The moment. The opportunity to go up there and just. Do it.

Somehow his body had gotten the message before his brain did, because by some miracle Max ended up on the stage, in front of the computer, typing in the song he was going to sing.

He was going to do it.

In his haze, Max had not noticed that, while he climbed up the small steps, the room had fallen eerily silent. Everyone was sitting on the couch expectantly looking at the stage. He only realized that all the attention was on him, when he turned around.

And froze.

Max looked at the crowd. Took in his mother, his sister, Charles’ mum and brothers, all with a slight look of confusion in their eyes. He decidedly did not look at Daniel and Lando. And then his eyes fell on Charles and his nervousness evaporated.

Because Charles just smiled at him.

It wasn’t a knowing smile. He definitely had no idea what was going to happen. But it was a reassuring one. The one that always made Max feel ready to face any and all challenges thrown his way. That made everyone else in the room disappear. So without breaking eye contact, he smiled back and pressed play.

The opening melodies of ‘Perfect Christmas’ by S Club 7 started playing. The background singers soft ‘do-do-do’ filling the room. Max took up the microphone.

“Hey everyone.”, he greeted, waving a little awkwardly. “You’re probably wondering what the hell I am doing up here. And alone at that. I’d just like to take the opportunity to say something.” A pause. “And also sing.” Multiple people chuckled. Charles was still looking expectantly at him.

“Charles.”, Max began again and understanding dawned in his boyfriends widening eyes. “I have thought a lot about what I want to say up here. What I want to say to you. And you know me, I’m not particularly good with words.” Max rubbed his neck and his boyfriend chuckled. “But I love you and I want this to be perfect for you. So Lando suggested I could just...borrow someone else's.” Max’s eyes flitted to his friend, who gave him a smile and a wink. “So that’s what I’m gonna try to do now.”, he continued, “Not every part of this song works, so I’m gonna try to just...riff it? But in the end I hope you’ll know what I’m trying to say.”

With his last words the second chorus hit and Max tried to make his voice sound as even as possible as he sang, however crookedly: “The perfect ending to a wonderful year. Would be to celebrate the good times with you here. 'Cause I know for sure, I never wanted anything more. “

He tried a little shuffle from one side to another. Charles’ eyes following his every move.

“The greatest gift that there could be. Wrapped underneath my Christmas tree. Would be the same my whole life through. I'd spend the perfect Christmas with you. Though the winter seems so long. My faith in love has kept me strong. So if I had a wish come true. I'd spend the perfect Christmas with you.” At the last words he took the ring box out of his pocket, got down on one knee and opened it.

“Charles Leclerc, will you marry me?”, he asked, voice wavering just the tiniest bit.

But his worries were unfounded, because Charles, who had already leapt from his place on the couch when Max got the box out, now practically ran to the stage. His eyes were welling up with tears. When he got to Max, standing on eye level with him kneeling on the platform, he threw his arms around Max’s neck while giving him an enthusiastic “Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!”

The whole room erupted into applause, but Max could only concentrate on Charles in front of him, his fiancé. Slipping the ring onto Charles’ finger, then his hands cupping Max’s cheeks and their lips connecting in the most wonderful kiss they had ever shared, Max was so relieved. Relieved he had done it, but also relieved Charles had said yes. He’d had no real doubt he wouldn’t but there was always a sliver of a chance.

They broke apart, resting their foreheads together and looking deeply into each others eyes. “I love you, cheri.”, Charles whispered. “I love you too, Schatje.”, Max whispered back. “And I’ll never stop.” Charles huffed a wet laugh at that. “Me neither. I promise.”, he said. They smiled at each other for a second longer, before being pulled apart and into the embraces of their friends and family.

After a lot of bone-crushing hugs from their mothers and siblings, Max came face to face with his two immensely disappointed flash-mob-proposal planners. He could tell they were going for the full guilt trip, but Max could also see the genuine excitement in Lando’s eyes and the way Daniel’s lips would barely stay in the frown he was trying to put on. After just blankly staring at each other for a few seconds all three of them burst into laughter. Then Max got a hug from both of them as well.

“Mate why didn’t you say anything sooner? We would’ve totally helped you.” Daniel said. Lando just rolled his eyes. “I think you know exactly why he didn’t ask us again. We went a bit overboard didn’t we?”, he asked, looking a bit sheepish. Max just laughed again. “It’s fine, you did help me a lot. So thank you.”, he said and hoped they knew how much he meant it. “But let’s just shelf the flash-mob idea for one of your proposals.” All three of them grinned at each other.

The evening didn’t end there, but Max’s performance remained the last thing to happen on the stage. No one wanted to follow that. So they sat and talked, simply enjoyed each others company. Just like Christmas was supposed to be.

While Charles, as always, seemed to entertain the whole party, Max sat back and let himself revel in the fuzzy feelings he found himself full of. He didn’t think he had ever enjoyed something Christmas-related this much. But as so often before, Charles had somehow found a way to bring Max out of his shell and get him excited about something he had lost faith in a long time ago.

Looking at Charles now, enthusiastically talking about an encounter with a childhood friend he’d had at the grocery store last week, Max couldn’t help but smile. Charles was his fiancé. His fiancé. The man he was going to marry. How did he get so lucky?

Then another thought struck him.

What if Charles wanted them to write their own vows?

#repost because of shadow ban #lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fluff #established lestappen #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen crack #fluff and crack #crack treated seriously #attempt at humor #christmas fluff #christmas fic #mia screams into the void but in a different direction #mia throws writing into the void

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zahri-melitor · 10 months

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Newish Comics:

Taking a break from ploughing through Santa appearances for the week’s comics.

Batman & Robin #3: ahahahaha “dedicated instructors who showed me the deep knowledge of the world”.

Damian. Sweetheart. You were TEN. I have no doubt you learnt a lot of complex things but also firstly you didn’t synthesise everything and secondly you simply didn’t have the TIME to learn ‘everything’.

That done, Bruce please explain socialisation and ‘working on a civilian cover’ to Damian, so he will go to school. Remember civilian covers? And secret identities?

Ooh Man-Bats! (I’m sorry, I’m here in this book for the Bruce and Damian moments, but I don’t actually mind the concept of Shush and White Rabbit? I like that White Rabbit is leaning into the Japanese aesthetics that Damian uses for his art)

Outsiders #1: I hate to say it, but my back is already up. Luke Fox, describing Kate Kane's background as "we both trained under one of the most brilliant tactical minds to ever exist" - are we talking about Jacob Kane? Because I wouldn't call him that. And I wouldn't say that Kate trained under Bruce Wayne.

Also the wig? That was originally Jacob's choice and to help with concealing her identity. If Kate actually had issues with it she would have ditched it years ago.

Not knowing fundamental basics like this about Kate is worrying me (unless there's been some retcon I haven't read yet?)

On the other hand... JENNY SPARKS SIGHTING!!! (Well, her skeleton. Apparently) JENNY MY SWEETHEART.

...I'm going to give this a go, since it's Kate and since it's MY FAVOURITE JENNY. I'm being cautious though.

Speed Force #1: oh this however is just fun vibes. I think it's our new light-hearted Flash book, with Si Spurrier doing more complex things over in Flash proper.

The Vigil #6: Ram V landed this. I still feel like all of the characters are specific commentary on other DC characters, but watching the team pull together and Castle explain what had been missed was very satisfying in that ‘heist film’ sort of scene where they flip the board and suddenly reveal what was going on.

Wesley Dodds: The Sandman #2: as this is the first Rossmo title I've seriously read, I am appreciating his art and I think getting used to it on a title where I don't have strong feelings about the characters involved will stand me in good stead.

World's Finest: Teen Titans #5: I’ve got to say, I love that the cover is a scene only tangentially related to the plot. Classic silver age vibes. This scene does not occur.

Wally! Love your snark, kid.

Garth! Surfing on/in Wally’s speed wake!

Also Dick finally decided reveal his ID.

Warlord #26: this week in Travis Morgan's adventures... DEIMOS IS BACK! Hello, Deimos! Planning to slink around evilly, are you?

Excitingly, Travis gets to fight a two-headed snake necked dragon this issue. Unfortunately this does not result in any bondage. Missed opportunity there, Grell!

This issue we are in a hidden maze temple, where they have to break apart an amulet and fit the pieces into rock niches to illuminate the way via the light bouncing. It is a VERY gaming dungeon sort of plot. However as each piece is fitted, a vision occurs. Travis is directed in how this works by a talking parrot. (A normal one, not an anthropomorphic one)

Travis sees visions of Tara but she's blaming him for betraying her, and given she was staring into a river and sighing over how much she loved and missed him last issue I think we can safely say this is a false vision. (All the visions say nasty things that mostly are guilt nightmares)

Once the maze is complete, Travis is offered the chance to gain his 'heart's desire' by stepping into the light (which has been causing all the terrible visions)

And Travis' wants to start over...so he gets transported back in time (to what looks like Neanderthal times but this IS Skartaris, it could just be last Tuesday)

#z canon read throughs #newish comics

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ultrcviolet · 1 year

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not even the burnouts are out here anymore.

wanted connections listed below.

i. we spent what was left of our serotonin - the moment of peace. in the eye of a hurricane, there is a quiet kind of peaceful. they bring out this kind of stability in maeve. they don’t force her into it or make her feel bad when she has those days she feels like she can’t slow down, they just embrace her regardless. there’s always have a safe place to land, whether it’s controlled or a crash. taken by topher.

ii. just a wrinkle in your new life - the former friend. the walsh family were never well off, but they sure as hell were doing better than maeve trying to brave the world on her own. they knew maeve back when they were both kids. when maeve was fighting with her parents and running away from home, they distanced themselves for reasons maeve never cared to ask. when they started trying to talk to her again (closure or reunion, who really knows), maeve has made it clear she won’t listen.

iii. i swear i'd burn this city down to show you the light - the soft spot. maeve is is tough shell to crack, but they have managed to do it. she feels this intense protectiveness over them. definitely more of a soft, sunshine type character. taken by abril.

iv. can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid - the antagonists. everyone in town assumes you guys hate each other. it’s only half true, really. there’s something about someone that will be just as snarky to your face as you are to theirs that can build a lot of trust. she didn’t see it before, but now that everyone is a suspect, maeve is paying a little more attention to who she thinks she can trust. somehow, they made the list. taken by nax.

v. i thought i loved you, but it was just how you looked in the light - the ghosted. maeve doesn’t play with other people’s feelings. truth is, she has never really cared enough to. if she doesn’t like you, she doesn’t care about the people pleasing niceties that say she should pretend to. you will know. which means she did really like them when the sparks started to fly. things just moved too quickly and running away was all maeve knew how to do. convinced herself those feelings were fake and avoided anything that reminded her of that near relationship.

vi. take this sideshow & all its freaks, turn it into the silver screen dream - the friends. maeve’s go-tos. could either be a small group that all kind of hang out and vibe together or just a handful of friends that maeve has and hangs out with all separately. ( open to 2-3 )

vii. you wanna hold my hand. i make a fist - the ex. one of maeve’s most serious relations. still, she struggled with being open and vulnerable to a partner. she’d always push them away, usually for them to return. one time they didn’t, and maeve is trying to put on a brave face and act like being left doesn’t feel like a knife.

viii. i need a new partner in crime and you shrug - the partner in crime. young, wild and free; that’s always been the goal. these two are a match made in hell. though they probably bring out the worst in each other, they have so much fun when together. something that burns this bright is bound to burn out quickly, but it’s going to be one hell of a ride until you crash.

ix. this is our place, we make the rules - the roomie. maeve cut off her family and ran away <3 she’s got very little money so it wouldn’t be the most flash place ever, but roomies that are just pure chaos vibes in a small apartment PLEASE.

also anything any everything else <3

#also no proofreading here #just rambling before bed so they’re up #read with your eyes closed pls

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genlirema · 6 months

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Feel free to pick whatever fandom you wish to talk about!

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

worst part of fanon

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

“______ fandom is the nicest fandom in existence we’re all just soft babies uwu”

“______ deserves to be WORSHIPPED, I follow ______ religiously AND YOU SHOULD TOO”

News flash folks: There’s a good & bad to every fandom, regardless of the age demographic and/or what the canon material is. I ain’t naming any names/fandoms, but those who claim there’s nothing wrong with the fandom are either too disillusioned to accept otherwise or too “religious”/devout to see the bad side, to the point where they may try to indoctrinate you into believing the fandom are just good little angels who can do no harm and/or the canon is absolute law that everyone should follow. Then watch the hypocrisy as one part of the fandom tries to call out the other for being too bigoted, only for the latter half to harass the former for not being “true” fans.

I’ve fallen into this trap before, and all it really does is put the fandom & canon on a pedestal instead of treating it at face value. It also paints this black & white worldview where if people don’t like the fandom or if you don’t agree fully with them, you’re automatically ostracized as a degenerate and/or a scum of the earth. It’s the general nature of the internet, I know, but that doesn’t make it fair or normal (and it’s not good for my mental health at all c’:)

Perhaps it’s due to my religious upbringing, but I get very uncomfortable when people start joking about a fandom becoming a “religion” or that they “worship” a certain fandom. Yeah, yeah, you can chalk it up as “just a joke”, but some people may take it too seriously, whether unintentionally or on purpose. It’s just a franchise, guys, not a cult, it’s not that serious. As a wise munchy monk once said: “Not everything you like is gonna be five stars, and that’s okay. You can like something that is not very good and kinda dumb. I would know, I love Kingdom Hearts.”

10. worst part of fanon

I’m…not really sure, actually? I don’t pay much attention to fanon, and while there are some superficial headcanons in the fanon that I may not agree with, I mostly see it as a minor inconvenience that’s easy for me to ignore? You can raceswap and/or genderswap the Enstars idols all you want, you can have as many AU Sans as you want, you can be a diehard Prinxiety shipper all you want, but I really don’t care ._.;

Just…please don’t try to shove it down people’s throats? This kinda ties back to the first answer again, but as long as you’re not doing these things to harass others or prove that it’s “the best”, then that’s valid.

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

I actually had to count cuz there’s a lot apparently c’:

I counted 13, but they’re all from 3 different fandoms: Harry Potter, RWBY, and Pokemon. The first is a fandom I don’t care about that got really annoying at one point so I had to filter out the bs, but the other two are franchises that I…share a love/hate relationship with now c’:

Half of it is to avoid spoilers while the other half is because of the mixed feelings I have for the fandom and canon. In general, I sincerely hope that someday the creators/writers/developers of these two franchises would one day get their act together and write something meaningful, but considering both franchises have ironically finished their 9th installment with little to no improvement, that’s probably not going to happen any time soon c’:

More specifically however why did they had to make Bmblb canon in RWBY I really don’t want to blame the shippers for ruining the show but considering how poorly written the ship is and how it drags on for 4 FRICKING VOLUMES when we could’ve spent more time on BETTER CHARACTER AND PLOT DEVELOPMENT I’m hard-pressed to consider otherwise c’:

As for Pokemon…most of the tags are Scarlet & Violet related, or more importantly DLC related (the rest is Legends Arceus related which I still haven’t played cuz I’m poor c’:). Don’t get me wrong, I actually kinda enjoyed the game…before the DLC arrived c’:

(Also if you thought I was being ranty before this then you’re not prepared for what’s under the cut I apologize in advance for the Teal Mask/Indigo Disk spoilers the inbox and my face is on fire c’:)

It’s just…why did they make us bully Kieran like that? Why did we have NO CHOICE but to LIE to him about meeting Ogrepon? Which drunken Gamefreak exec thought this would be a good idea? What’s the point of dialogue options if they all lead to the same result? Ironically, I can forgive it in Nemona’s case after you become Champion (even though I hate her guts) because at least then the “choice” didn’t have any REAL consequence. We CRUSHED a child’s DREAM. TWICE. WE are the antagonist, NOT KIERAN. If you’re GOING to make me question the consequences for capturing not one, but TWO LEGENDARIES, why did you have to make me do it over a 14-year-old who CLEARLY DOESN’T DESERVE IT?

You know why we have villainous teams like Team Rocket, Magma, Aqua, Plasma, or even Flare, Gamefreak? Because it gives the player a moral reason to contain immeasurable power (i.e. the Legendaries) before a greater evil gets to it first. Sure, it’s stupid. It’s not true for every Legendary. Mewtwo isn’t even obtainable until AFTER you become Champion. But AT LEAST I didn’t have to grapple with the consequences for doing so. Listen, I’m all for subverting tropes & dealing with the consequences of our actions…provided it’s done correctly.

But Kieran??? A literal child??? Who had ZERO NEGATIVE CONVICTIONS for obsessing over a Legendary???? Hm, I wonder how this could’ve played out better…oh wait. You HAVE done it better before.

WITH FUCKING. EUSINE.

Did we have to lie about meeting Suicune to Eusine back then? No, because he was already there. He stood WITH us, as a PARTNER. We saw the Legendary TOGETHER. Did we have to worry about Eusine getting too obsessed just to get to the Legendary first? NO. BECAUSE HE’S A MATURE ADULT AND WE’RE BOTH WORKING TOWARDS A COMMON GOAL. Did he turn desperate and insane when we captured his prized obsession? NO. HE FUCKING. CONGRATULATES YOU. WE INSPIRED HIM TO BECOME A RESEARCHER. HE’S NOT MAD AT US, HE’S INSPIRED BY US.

Why couldn’t it be the same for Kieran?

Look, I’m not saying Kieran is this “pwecious little uwu bean who did/can do no wrong”. No. That’s not the point. You can have an obsessive character, you can love ‘em or hate ‘em all you want, but for the love of God, PLEASE DON’T ANTAGONIZE THEM FOR IT IF IT’S NOT IN THEIR CHARACTER. KIERAN IS A TEENAGER. OF COURSE HE’S GOING TO BE OBSESSED WITH A LEGENDARY. ITS. NOT. EVIL.

Because you know what happens when you do do that? When you twist the narrative so bad to asinine mary-sue levels of bullshit just to give us what we want? We become no different from Kieran or Eusine. Nay, we’re much worse. Because we “wanted” it more. Because we “deserved” it more. You know how fucked up that sounds? No one “earns” a Legendary. It’s a privilege, a miracle, a gift from God, you could say, to contain phenomenal cosmic power within the palm of our hands.

Who are you to say that we deserve it?

#answers by lirema #i am so sorry #i just had to get something off my chest #i’m not gonna sugarcoat/condense what i said under the cut in a tl;dr either #because i think it deserves to be read

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fict1onallyobsessed · 3 years

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Heyy! I loved your maddy perez x fem reader and wanted to ask if you could do a maddy perez x Nates sister (reader). That would be great <3

He Doesn’t Even Have To Know

Maddy Perez x Nate’ssister!Reader

A/N - there were so many possibilities with this so I combined them as much as I could. It’s a little long lmao

You felt bad for Maddy when you heard your brother had cheated on her. Well, he didn’t really. Her best friend had broken Girl Code, sleeping with Nate multiple times after they’d broken up.

You’d established a good friendship with her, so now that everything was compromised, you weren’t sure on where the both of you were at. You’d understand if she never wanted to talk to you again, being related to Nate and all, but it would suck.

“Has she spoken to you at all?”

You shook your head, looking down at the drink in your hand before swallowing the liquid you had in your mouth. The purple lights flashed rapidly around you, music so loud that the floor was vibrating beneath you.

Kat just joined you, waiting to see if her boyfriend was going to show up. When it seemed like a futile attempt at hope, she started ranting about how much she hated school. You listened, but your mind was occupied looking for a certain person you wanted to apologise to for your brothers actions.

Jules and Rue joined you a second later, the blonde clearly already drunk out of her mind.

“LETS DANCE, RUE!”

Like that, they were gone.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to gather. You all were still on good terms with Cassie’s sister, so you had nothing against her joining. Cassie herself wouldn’t show up unless Nate did, and that seemed like an unlikely event.

You froze when someone grabbed a hold on your bicep, booze flowing through your body even stronger.

“Dance with me.” Her voice was so smooth, just like you remembered it last time you spoke. You said nothing as her hand slid down your arm and onto your wrist. Pulling you towards the dance floor, everyone looked at each other with a little smirk.

“Ten bucks they’ll kiss.”

“Twenty”

You let yourself be pulled into the crowd, the smell of alcohol was even stronger within the people who danced. When she finally stopped in the middle of the dance floor, she turned to stand in front of you and started moving her body to the rhythm.

It took you by surprise, but fuck it, why not. You joined her a moment later, dancing u til you felt like your limbs could fall off. It wasn’t like dancing with anyone, she gave off a comforting vibe. One that not many people had given you.

Once the music turned into its fifth song, she turned to face you, her arms landing on your shoulders while yours ended up around her waist.

“Are you drunk? Or just want to get back at my brother?” You jokingly said, watching as the smile on her lips turned into a smirk.

“Maybe I just like you?”

You scoffed playfully, shaking your head. You didn’t want to be used to get back at Nate, but being with Maddy just felt…right.

“Let me show you.” She leaned in, lips almost touching. You could basically feel the multiple pairs of eyes if you from the table you’d been drinking at 15 minutes ago.

Whether it was the alcohol in your system or your own stupidity, you pressed your lips into hers. You heard Kat “woo” loudly through the music, making both of you smile into the kiss. It wasn’t rushed, just a slow and gentle kiss before you pulled away.

“You owe me twenty bucks.” Kat laughed at Lexi. She just groaned and threw the money at Kat, who was smiling ear to ear.

Maddy was smirking when you pulled away, her arms still around your shoulders. You knew tomorrow would be a blur, but something told you that once Kat reminded you of your actions, you wouldn’t regret it.

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Upon waking up your brain played the last few scenes of your dream, that was of course until you opened your eyes. The world was spinning and nausea overcame all of your senses as fragments of memories from last night flooded your thoughts. They were still fuzzy and incoherent, but it was enough to guess what had happened.

You got drunk.

The headache grounded into your temples as you stretched your sore muscles. They felt as if you spent hours working out the pervious day, straining every nerve inside of your body specifically designed for them burn. You winced, brows furrowed with pain as you attempted to sit up and closed your eyes tightly, fighting off nausea that bubbled deep inside of you.

The aching in your skull flowed like a cold tide, yet the pain was evident. You understood at once why they call it a hangover, for it feels as if the blackest of clouds have been placed over your head with no intention of clearing until late afternoon. Your brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of its skull and the dehydration was too obvious to ignore.

Slowly, you got up only to heard a knock on your door. Nate, a smile on his face at your state made you attempt to get up more motivating. Still, you groaned as you’d stood to walk to your closet.

“Tough night?”

You groaned again. You didn’t have a close relationship with either of your brothers, but out of the two, Nate was always there, protecting you from dickheads on the street and men trying to get with you.

He thought you didn’t know. But your dads secret hadn’t exactly been hidden. You found out at a young age, and it completely broke your bond with your father.

Rummaging through your drawers for some comfy clothes, he leaned against the door frame and watched as you stumbled around your room.

“Your phones on the desk.”

You hummed in thanks, walking to your desk and turning your phone on. Multiple messages came through from Kat, a couple from your mum you forgot to respond to at the party and a missed call from drunk Jules.

You furrowed your brows when you clicked on a photo Kat sent you, the screen lighting up to show you and Maddy, kissing in the middle of the dance floor holding each other without a care in the world.

You slammed your phone down, trying to remember what the fuck happened last night.

“Was…Maddy at the party?”

You turned to face him, yet your eyes couldn’t meet his. With a nod, you leaned your body on your desk.

“Was she there with someone else?”

“I didn’t care to look.”

He fucked her best friend, so why couldn’t she dance with someone else? Even if that someone was you?

He nodded with a sigh, eventually leaving after closing your door.

Finally having the space to breathe out, you sat down on your floor with your head in your hands. Only small parts of yesterday came back, so you decided to call Kat to get the full picture.

“I kissed her?!”

“Sure did.” Kat laughed from the other side of the phone. You groaned again, knowing your brother would absolutely kill you if he found out.

“Delete the photos and don’t let anyone see them, please.”

She giggled again, explaining how she already did knowing your brothers reaction. You bet Maddy didn’t remember either so the both of you could pretend it didn’t happen.

“Fuck, okay. Have fun on your date. Thanks.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up. Getting dressed felt like exercise, especially with the headache still growing in your head. Deciding painkillers would be the best option, you headed downstairs where you knew you mother and brother would be.

Standing up on your toes to reach the medical cabinet, you finally found the drugs and swallowed two. They’d kick in in about 30 minutes, so for now all you could do it lay down.

Regardless of your relationship with your family, your mother has always been the closest to you. You felt most loved by her, she took care of you the best.

You walked towards the living room, laying down on the sofa with your head in her lap. She didn’t say anything, but continued watching the news on the TV. Her hands gently stroked your hair up u til there was a knock on the door.

Aaron opened it, freezing once he saw who was outside.

Maddy herself was standing there, smiling at your brother innocently before she spoke up.

“Nate’s up in his roo-”

“I’m not here for Nate. Is (Y/N) here?”

Aaron turned his head to you, brows furrowed as he nodded and stood to the side to let her in. She looked no different from yesterday, her makeup flawless as always. It was as if she didn’t have a hangover at all. Maybe she wasn’t as drunk as you thought she was.

You looked much worse than her, eye bags and all. You managed to take of your makeup before going downstairs, so you didn’t look like a total idiot with makeup smudges all over your face.

You stood up and led her to your room, making sure to lock your door so that your brother, who was still unaware of his ex-girlfriends arrival, didn’t randomly walk in.

“I thought you were the drunk one yesterday.” You laughed, looking down at yourself then back at her.

“I’m just better at hiding my hangover.”

You huffed a laugh. Going to sit in your bed next to where she had sat herself. You were still wondering what she wanted from you. After all, she didn’t come here for Nate, but for you. Maybe she just wanted to tell you it was a mistake and she was too drunk to know what she was doing.

Whatever it was, you could take it.

“About yesterday…”

“Yeah.” You sighed, playing with your fingers in response. You wanted her to out whatever she wanted to say before you reacted. You tried to keep calm, but your jumping leg gave your nerves away.

“…I came here to tell you I genuinely do like you.”

Your eyebrows shot up before your head snapped into her direction. She did? It didn’t make sense to you.

“I don’t want you to think yesterday was me using you to get back at Nate. He wasn’t even there to see it, I just thought maybe it would be my chance to tell you before your family completely cut me off.”

“We wouldn’t cut you off. Nate’s still obsessed with you, you know? He asked me if you were someone at the party yesterday.”

“What did you say?”

“That I wasn’t sure.”

She hummed, nodding her head a little before looking back at the door. There was an awkward silence as she waited for you to say something, but to be fair you couldn’t find the words.

So, you didn’t say anything. Instead, you moved the short distance between you so you were close enough to connect your lips with hers. It must of taken her by surprise, but either way she kissed back without a care in the world.

Her hands reached out to your waist, pulling you so you could straddle her thighs. The loud knock to your door made the both of you pull away. Thank God you locked it before because you were sure he’d kill you if he found out.

“Fuck off.” You groaned, climbing off her lap and walking closer to the door just in case he somehow found a way to open it. You looked over your shoulder at Maddy while Nate was ranting about breaking the door down.

“I think your house would be a much safer bet.”

She agreed with a smile, taking her things and getting ready to open the door. Before you did though, she grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with hers.

“We run in 3. Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

THE END

#maddy perez angst #maddy perez x you #maddy perez fanfiction #maddy perez fluff #maddy perez x y/n #maddy perez fic #maddy x reader #maddy and nate #maddy and cassie #maddy and jules #euphoria x fem!reader #euphoria x you #euphoria x reader #euphoria x y/n #maddy euphoria #maddy perez euphoria

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reverie-starlight · 2 years

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{he comforts you while you’re grieving - m. atsumu}

Alright, I really, really needed this. It’s been a rough 9 months and today wasn’t necessarily horrible but I’ve always wanted to write a grief comfort story, so here’s some comfort from one of my comfort characters. I honestly don’t care if this does well or not, this is strictly for my own comfort and for anyone else who has lost a mother/someone close to them. I hope better days are ahead for all of us <3

gn!reader, no physical descriptions

warnings: death of a parent (mother specifically), grief, intrusive thoughts, depression, but it’s hurt/comfort! atsumu comforts you a ton. heavy angst to super fluff.

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Grief came in waves.

Most days you were fine. That’s the only word that really accurately described how life has been these last few months. After it happened.

You weren’t explicitly good or bad in any capacity, you were just fine. And you hid it well enough for people to think you were doing good. Getting better.

Moving on.

You hated that phrase so much in relation to grief. You don’t move on from what happened to you. To your loved one. You’re just forced to move forward with everything they left you with. The weight of the emotions you feel don’t get lighter over time, you just adjust over and over again until you grow used to it. Until you feel numb enough to forget how heavy it actually all is.

For some people, that didn’t really click. Nine months in and they were starting to act like your grieving was just an inconvenience. Like everyone was just waiting for you to be happy again.

“Come on, y/n, why don’t you ever come out anymore?” or “What, you don’t want to celebrate with us? You’re selfish,” were common phrases from friends and family alike.

It was made clear to you that they were all getting tired of your shit and that you were becoming a problem, so when you had your unscheduled breakdowns, you tended to hide away.

Even from the one person you could never hide anything from.

He was supposed to be at training, so you figured if you were going to breakdown, you’d try your best to hold it off until he left that morning.

And you had, you managed to hold off on the wave you had felt coming on for a bit. You knew it was bound to happen and you couldn’t (and shouldn’t) stop it completely, but you were at least able to wait until you were alone.

But you lost track of the days and forgot that he always came home early on Fridays.

You sat on the bed and looked through your flash drive of old pictures of your mom to try to remember the good times.

Then a video of the two of you started playing and you were immediately hit with the realization that you haven’t heard her voice in such a long time.

You’d never hear it in person again.

The wave hit full force and you were flooded with thoughts and realizations that she would never watch you get married, or graduate university or start your career.

You’d never see her again.

Everything you already had playing on loop in your brain 24/7 since your mother’s death felt fresher today.

You curled up on the bed and sobbed into a pillow. All you wanted was to be hugged by her but that wasn’t possible anymore.

The day she died and how you reacted was shown over and over again in your head, clear as day.

You didn’t hear the door open or your boyfriend calling out to you.

He had brought food home with him and was ready to catch up on your favourite show with you.

Normally on Fridays, Atsumu would be greeted with you singing along to whatever song was playing as you either cleaned or baked, but today the house was silent.

Save for some crying that could be heard from your shared room.

“Hey, are you in he- oh baby.” He walked in, both worried and confused as to what was wrong before taking in the sight of you.

In the moment, you didn’t register the fact that someone was seeing you breakdown again. All you were able to make sense of was the gentleness in Atsumu’s voice, so you whimpered and pathetically held your arms out for him. You just wanted to be held.

He immediately rushed to you and picked you up a bit to move you over so he’d have room to cuddle you. He frowned when you clung to him and sobbed into his chest, not yet understanding.

Running a hand up and down your back soothingly, he looked around the room. He noticed your laptop was open and saw the paused video.

He was able to piece together what had you in this state soon after that.

Atsumu just held you tighter against him, shushing you and moving his hand to the back of your head.

You were mumbling incoherent words, so he pulled away slightly to hear you better.

“I miss her so much, Atsumu,” you sounded tired.

His heart broke. He wondered how long you’d been crying. “I know, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

His own eyes welled up with tears as you continued to ramble on about how she was going to miss out on the rest of your life and how unfair it was that you didn’t have a mom anymore.

You started to calm down and the realization of what was happening made you freeze. You did it again, you thought, you’re being a burden.

“Angel,” he said once he felt you stiffen. He knew how much the words of your family and friends had bothered you and he didn’t want you thinking that he thought of you as a burden.

You looked up at him pitifully. “Mhmm?”

“I love you so much. She loved you too, okay? I saw it every time we went to visit her. I don’t know how much you feel up to it, but if you want to talk about her, I’m all ears,” he pressed his forehead against yours and blew some air at your nose. He grinned when you scrunched it up and managed a small giggle. “You’re not a burden. This is natural, you don’t have to hide away from me. I’m all yours, baby. Let me be here for you.”

Your bottom lip wobbled again as he spoke. “Thank you, ‘tsum, that means the world to me.”

You thought of how often Atsumu defended you to everyone who thought you were dragging the grieving process on for too long. How he always held you and reminded you that only you knew what was best for you and to screw what anyone else says about how you’re coping.

You felt slightly silly for feeling like you needed to hide from someone as understanding as him.

You sighed and flopped onto your back, feeling emotionally and physically exhausted. You laughed when he quickly ran a finger over a piece of exposed skin on your stomach.

“There you are,” he smiled. You offered him a weak smile, still not feeling 100% but definitely a bit better than when you were keeping your emotions all penned up.

He rolled over on top of you and you made contact with his pretty brown eyes once again.

“I brought food home, do you feel like eating right now? I can bring it here if you want.”

You shook your head. “No, we can eat at the table… hey, ‘tsum?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think after we eat we can come back here and look through some of these pictures and videos together? I don’t feel like letting her go for the day yet.”

“Of course, my love, sounds like a plan.” He moved off of you and picked you up once again, carrying you to the kitchen.

“Baby,” you called.

He looked at you with a mouthful of food and nodded at you.

“Thank you for caring for me and being so gentle when I get like this. For trying to understand me and not letting me get so isolated. It’s really lonely, but you make it less so. I know it can’t be easy having to deal with me when I’m like this.”

He grasped your hand from across the table. “I love you so much and nothing you do or feel is ever too much for me. Looking out for you is never a chore and helping you when you’re going through something incredibly difficult may not be easy but it isn’t a negative thing for me, either.”

You squeezed his hand tight and brought it up to your mouth for a kiss.

The grief came in waves but at least you’d never drown as long as he was at your side.

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu comfort #hurt/comfort #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #atsumu drabble #atsumu imagines #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

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yuyuonabeat · 2 years

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~~~~~NO BOYS PT:1~~~~~

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Pairings:bff!Heeseung x f!reader

Genre: hybrid. Smut. fluff. angst.

Word count: 1,123

Warnings: some cursing, a few pet names here and there, topic of food. Mentions of TxT members. Might add smut in upcoming parts.

A/N: This is part one of this ff. Please lmk if I should make more of ENHA related ffs<3.

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“Behave. I’ll be home by 6am on the dot. Remember NO BOYS INSIDE YOUR ROOM.”- said your brother Soobin as he waved goodbye whit his big long floppy ears up as he’s always been so overprotective of you.

You can’t really blame him, he’s your big rabbit older brother after all. And the fact that you have 12 male friends, always activates his overprotective side.

You are all one big friend group. But even still, sometimes you guys forget and get a little too comfortable and close with some of them.

Like with your deer hybrid bff Lee Heeseung who you call “Bambi”. He’s handsome charming points are enough for Soobin to worry about.

Or perhaps maybe the many times you go out with your squirrel bff Kang Taehyun for 3am walks around the park.

You always say you don’t have a favorite, but Bambi and Fluffy Tail are definitely the two you mostly hang out with.

But then there’s Mr.Bear, aka Choi Beomgyu, aka the L.O.Y.L. You two have been dating each other for exactly 4 months now. And although everything with Mr.Pretty Lashes has been a fairy tale, he’s asked for some time alone so he can heal his mental state. Beomgyu has been dealing with fragile mental health and self hate for some time now. And although you all have offered to help him or get him professional help, he always rejects and prefers alone time.

////Going back to the present////

Soobin has a date night with a girl he’s been interested in from school. Now you’re left alone with the tall deer who’s looking for snacks in your kitchen.

You told Soobin you had a sleepover with Seung, and he did have a date planned so he just shrugged the thought of his little sister having a boy with her all alone the whole night and went to his date. Finally letting you breathe for once.

Heeseung sat on your couch in the living room of your house as he was drinking his favorite strawberry milk. You two were planning on a marathon of Stranger Things whole 4 seasons since you two go nuts for the show.

Like the big fans you were. You two had matching baggy sweaters with the words “Stranger Things” printed on it. Looking at the ethereal tall deer who had his antlers adorned with Christmas lights to have the ST theme from when Will disappeared and his mom, Joyce hung up the lights on the wall.

They even switched colors. Your eyes were glowing full of love in “awe” at the adorable view in front of you. Seung was super desperate to watch ST Season 4 with his favorite white rabbit, aka you.

He looks over to you and notices you’re staring at him in “awe”. His eyes dilate whenever he sees you. He can’t deny it. You’re extremely attractive. Even so that all your friends are super whipped over you. Always complimenting you on how cute and pretty you are and how your pinkish floppy long ears are your charming point.

You can barely breathe since the guys are always asking you out to the park, the movies, the aquarium, Ice cream walks around town and more. But you never mind. You love and enjoy their company.

“Yah, Floppy Ears, you’re staring.”- Seung says as he flashes you a warm smile.

“Oh. S-Sorry. I-I uh, should we start the marathon?” - you say as you start to get shy.

He pats down the side of the couch next to him for you to sit. You immediately go and do so.

“Did I just stutter?”- you ask yourself. Nothing much weird but still off.

As you start watching Season 4 you notice the atmosphere around you become warmer and warmer now hotter and hotter. You see from the corner of you left eye, that Heeseung is smiling at the TV. His doe like eyes dilated and glazed. They were shining more than ever.

A few minutes go by and you start to lose focus of the TV screens. All your senses going to Heeseung’s breathing and heart beat that now was driving you insane. Even your legs are triggered making you squeeze them shut to stop whatever it is that you’re feeling as Seung’s cologne is the only scent in the whole room now. Sweat now forming on your forehead and sweaty palms.

Your heartbeat raising like a race you have to win in order to succeed or you’ll be doomed. You wipe off your forehead with your sleeve. Heeseung notices your actions and chuckles.

You immediately look at his eyes that are now almost completely black from how dilated his pupils were. A little caught off guard you gasped and sat straight.

He notices and looks at you with concern. His eyebrows frowned as he’s confused by the actions of his rabbit friend next to him.

“Writing duty calls!!”- you said to him as you stood up from the couch and ran near the stairs to go to your room upstairs.

“But we’re only on episode 5, Y/N!!” - Heeseung said as he whined at your urgency to write when you’ve both been waiting for Season 4 to be out for so long.

“Yes, Lee Heeseung, but if I don’t write this down I’ll forget about it fast. Give me a second, Bambi. I’ll be quick, babe.” - he rolls his eyes and pouts at you.

You go up the stairs to your room, leaving the poor deer in the living room who now happens to realize you just called him ‘babe’. He shrugs it as you sometimes are a bit flirty.

You close your door and lock it.

“Babe?! Y/N, what’s wrong with you!?”

You ask yourself with your hands on your head as the word ‘babe’ keeps repeating in your head reminding you the sudden pet name you just gave your friend downstairs.

You start to freak out suddenly realizing you’ve been acting weird since Soobin left.

“Why am I sweating? Why is my heart raising?” You try to calm down. Maybe worried that you’re starting to catch feelings for Heeseung.

“What NO! It can’t be that. He’s my friend and he’s even slept on my bed next to me. Why am I feeling like this now!?”

You feel bad, wrong and guilty. You have a boyfriend, Beomgyu. And you also lied to Heeseung by saying ‘you have to write something’. You just needed some time alone to stop this sudden wrong feelings.

“What should I do? Maybe I can tell him I feel sick and need to be alone? No! He’s been waiting too long for this day with me. I can’t just bail out on him like that.”

////To be continued////

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A/N: Please lmk if you like this. Ep. 2 will be up tomorrow or soon. Thanks for reading this <3!!

Honestly I’m not sure whether I should make/upload pt.2 of this since it’s completely gone to shits due to my lack of thinking. The fact this ff was from something I actually had dreamt of is also very much the reason why I’m unsure whether I should continue or not..

#Spotify #txt beomgyu #enhypen #heeseung #hybrid

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You’re Important to Me part 4

Part 1 | part 2| part 3

Genre: angst/comfort

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Chat: Troublemaker (affectionate)

Lucifer: Come home immediately. We need to talk.

Mammon: bout what? If its one of your shitty punishments. Think I’ll pass.

Lucifer rested his head on his desk letting out a groan. The second-born was frustrating him to no end. However, the first-born supposes he’s made him this way from everything he’s put him through. Picking up the pill bottle, he rolled it in his hand and watched as the contents slid from one side to the other. He placed them in a locked door in his desk as he thought about how they had been this close to losing yet another sibling.

A soft rapping on the office door pulled his attention back to the present.

“Enter,” he sat up straight as the guest joined him. It was Levi.

“Do you think Mammon still loves us. I-I’ve really been thinking about what’s been going on….. about our family. What if he leaves us? We lost Lilith. I-I don’t want to lose him too…” The Avatar of Envy’s voice quaked. Back when they were angels they were once close- almost even closer than the twins.

“I’m sure he does, Levi.” His response was hollow words. If Lucifer was being honest, he didn’t really know how Mammon felt about them currently. If he were the one in Mammon’s shoes, he would absolutely despise his brothers.“He’s currently refusing to come home, however. It’s likely that he knows what went on today and that’s why he broke up with the human we all know he cherishes so deeply. He didn’t want us to know.”

“I knew it! He hates us and never wants to see our faces again.”

“Leviathan, I never said that.” Lucifer’s voice was stern. “Please calm down before you throw yourself into a panic attack. He has to come home eventually, and we’ll all talk then- if not tonight then definitely tomorrow morning. For now, maybe you should go play one of your games. If you’d like I could join you to help take your mind off this whole debacle.”

Levi nodded his head slowly. “ I would appreciate that….. Actually, I had made this rpg specifically to play-test with Mammon but if you wanted to….we could play it together.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Levi.”

Finally deciding to make his way home, Mammon pushed open the heavy doors to the house. The last thing he wanted to do was face his brothers right now. He already anticipated their reactions. The teasing and mocking that would be thrown his way- there wasn’t any escape for him now, was there? At least no one was here at the moment- that much he could be greatful for.

As he made his way up to his room, the demon made sure to avoid the places he knew his brothers would frequent at this time of night. Once there, he slipped inside and tossed the bag of clothes he had modeled in today from the top of of the stairs into the walk in closet with practiced precision. When he turned his head, he saw her small, blurry form just lying there on the couch.

“Why’re you in here? Ya got a room if your own dontcha?”

“I just….. sorry. I pushed too hard, didn’t I?” Arella’s voice sounded hurt. “It was just that I thought this might be the only place I could go and you’re brothers wouldn’t come looking for me. I’m still really angry with them. Not that they would anyway, not with how I screamed and yelled at them earlier...”

“And Lucifer didn’t kill ya on the spot? Its a miracle you’re alive after that.” He let out a chuckle. “I can’t tell if you’re incredibly brave or just plain dumb.”

“Maybe both…..” Arella sighed, “I… um… I’ll go back to my room now.” As she stood and made her up the staircase, he could feel the sadness radiating off of their pact mark.

“‘Rella, wait.” He grabbed her by the arm. “Don’t go. I don’t mind if ya stay…. We should talk about earlier, okay?”

He watched as she nodded a small frown on her face. Now that he could see her more clearly, he noticed the puffy eyes and tear tacks streaked down her cheeks. Now he just felt worse.

“I was thinkin’ real hard about this morning and I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” He started, “I don’t… I don’t really think we should break up…. I know you were just trying to help. That you were worried and scared for me.”

“I was…. Can I tell you something?“ she asks as he nods. “Seven years ago, I lost my little brother and then six months later my mother to suicide. One to cyber bullying, the other because she was so consumed with grief from the loss of a child that she saw no way to go on…. Do you know what was like….. to find their bodies? To realize you could have helped them if you had just paid attention and seen the warning signs? It still affects me to this day….They were the only blood related family I had left until I had found a new family here in the Devildom with you and your brothers. A-and then when you were saying all those things last night, I- I flashed back to the night I had found my brother but instead of him it was you and I-I-”

Mammon pulled the human tight against his chest in what could have been a bone crushing hug if he wasn’t careful and she buried her face in his chest. Her body shook with with muffled sobs.

“I’m sorry. I was running my mouth without thinking ‘bout what that might do to everyone- worst of all you….” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I wont say things like that ever again. No matter how I’m feelin’.

He walked her back towards the bed, letting her get in as he went to go change into some more comfortable clothes for sleeping. He joined her in bed shortly after, pulling her close as he wiped the stray tears from his cheeks. Arella moved closer so she could lay her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, her crying reduce to quiet sniffles and hiccups by this point.

“Ya know, I think you just wasted your breath when you were yellin’ at my brothers earlier…. I think to them, I’ll just always be the family screw up. I’m already dreading the teasing I’ll get tomorrow at breakfast….”

“It had to be done, though. I think I managed to set them all straight….If you could have seen the look on their faces when I lost control of my temper and fried all the electronics in the common room or when I commanded Asmo to sit so hard he crashed face first into the floor….”

“Wait…you did what?” He quirked an eyebrow as he stared down at her before breaking into a soft laugh, “Ya really are something else, Hon, ya know that? I’ve never met someone who would fight for me like this before- who would call my brothers out on their bullshit.”

“Only because I know you don’t deserve to be treated this way…. You… you deserve good things and to be treated well by the people who you love most.” She yawned as she stretched out a little more in his embrace. “And because I love you and I would be lost if anything were to happen to you.” Her eyes were starting to slip closed.

“I love you too, babe.” The demon hummed as he started to card his fingers through her hair. As soon as he was sure she was out like a light he pressed his lips to the crown of her heard once more.

“Thank you for being here on my worst days, for being my little ray of sunshine down here in the dark.”

Once the morning came around, most of Mammon’s brothers gathered in the common room. They were awaiting the entrance of the Avatar of Greed as it was nearly breakfast time.

Lucifer had figured Mammon would be avoiding them as if they had the plague, so he instructed Beel to drag him in here by any means necessary. They all knew he was successful when they heard Mammon let out a surprised yelp and the clattering of a bowl against the floor.

“C’mon, Beel, Let me go!”

“Not until we all talk.”

“Talk? What’s there to talk about? I didn’t do nothin’ so let me go!’

Both demons soon entered the dining room as the sixth-born sat his older on the couch facing all of them, holding him down by his shoulders so Mammon couldn’t escape despite how he squirmed and tried to wiggle his way out of Beel’s grasp.

“Mammon, stop struggling.” It was a request from eldest, a chance to cooperate. “We all have some words we’d like to say to you.”

Mammon froze at that statement. Here it came: all the ridicule and teasing. He wanted to run. He was the second strongest of them, maybe if he tried hard enough, he could shake his little brother off and get away. What good would that do him though? His brothers would just corner him later anyway so maybe it was just best to get it over with now.

He looked towards his brothers’ blurry figures, a million different thoughts rushing his head. He couldn’t tell their expressions from this distance but they had to be smiling, right- ready to laugh at him any minute now. His body tensed as he braced himself for the harsh sting of their words.

“Mammon, we’re sorry,” Asmo was the first to speak up after a short moment of silence, “We love you so much even though we suck at showing it.”

“You did so much for us after we fell,- you still do a lot for us even now,” the seventh-born picked his head up from the table,“And I don’t think we ever told you how much we all appreciate it…. If it weren’t for you, I don’t even think we would still be a family… don’t forget, you’re the one who kept us all in line when Lucifer would lock himself away in his office back then.”

“I know we act like you’re just a burden to us,” Satan started, “but I think all of us would agree that life would be so boring without you here.”

“Yeah, I-I mean who else would take the time to play games with me when I’m down in the dumps?” Levi asked.

“Or risk getting strung up from the chandelier to get me the food that I want from the human world?” Beel cut in.

“Or compliment me on my outfit or hair no matter what form I choose to take for the day. Or is always there to hype me up when I’m having a bad day? Hell, you even gave up the position of DevilStyle’s cover model just for me! Honestly I think you might be the best big brother out there.”

“We know about all the things you’ve done in secret for us- the things you don’t take credit for,” Lucifer smiled softly, “I’m proud to call you my brother for that. We love you and while you may make some poor life choices from time to time, our lives just wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Mammon looks at them in a daze. Was this really happening? His brothers were…. Apologizing? To him of all people? This had to be a dream. There was no reality in which his brothers really cared about him. The second-born pinched the skin on his arm. That’s what you did to check if you were dreaming, right?

Harder, harder he pinched until the spot was sure to bruise. It wasn’t until Beelzebub placed his hand over his that Mammon realized he wasn’t dreaming. This was reality.

Tears welled in his eyes as he processed the words he just heard. One tear fell down his cheek soon followed by another then another until eventually the demon let out a sob.

“Th-This ain’t real! It ain’t!” The second-born yelled, his body shaking as he sobbed harder. “I’m still dreamin’. I-I gotta be! None of this is real…”

His brothers moved to embrace him- first the sixth-born, then the eldest and then the youngest. One by one, the rest of their brothers followed suit until the seven of them all somehow managed to end up on the floor in one giant cuddle pile, his face pressed into Lucifers as they allowed their brother to cry out all the tears he’d been bottling up for all these centuries.

It seemed they were going to be there a while- Good thing Lucifer had called Diavolo to tell him they wouldn’t be attending RAD today. That this was a more important matter to attend to.

“This stops today, Lucifer announced to his siblings once Mammon had stopped crying. “From today on, the six of us will make a conscious effort to change the ways we’ve talk to and treated you.”

“And if we get too out of hand, feel free to put us in our place,” Belphegor chuckled. “We can be blockheads from time to time.”

“The point is,” Asmodeus sighed as he hugged his brother a little tighter, “We all messed up big time. We just want to make you feel loved and appreciated again- like you’re an important part of this family.”

“We lost Lilith.” It was Beel’s turn to speak. “We’re not losing you too.”

Mammon smiled at his brothers’ words. Finally, he had thought, finally they were showing their true feelings to him after all these centuries.

“Thanks guys…..” the demon’s voice sounded cracked and strained from all the crying he had done earlier. “Even after everything that’s happened I wouldn’t trade y’all for the world. I love you guys.”

A chorus of ‘I love you too’s sounded from the group of demons as another family hug commenced. Eventually, as hours passed, one by one, they had all fallen asleep, each with a smile on their face and still huddled together.

Arella eventually found them in that state. With a soft smile she grabbed the blanket they often used for movie night and draped it over them heading back to her room so she wouldn’t disturb them.

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